#Tether Fic

[breadedsinner]

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?”

[disgracedghostprincess]

Guess who finally read @nebrasska-alasska “Tethered to the Wrist” fanfic

I needed to draw doodles of some of my favorite moments XD some even silly. Very much enjoyed it I’ll be thinking about it for a while

Sonic Masterpost

Some close ups ✨

[bold-embrace]

Tethered at the wrist (by @nebrasska-alasska on ao3) fanart now in color…everyone needs to read this fic now it has changed my life

[nebrasska-alasska]

Hello everyone! Just wanted to come by and say that there will be no update for 'Tethered at the Wrist' tonight. It's maybe halfway done, and I literally haven't had the time or energy to write on my roadtrip. Like I will get back to my room and just stare at my laptop screen with glazed eyes and drool coming out of the corner of my mouth HAHA I have not been very productive lol

Sorry about that, and I will see you guys next weekend for it! Thanks for understanding and being patient!

[piliiiiconfusionf]

It took him a while but he got there-

OK this is a doodle dump for @nebrasska-alasska's fic Tethered at the Wrist which is the only fic I have been able to actually follow in a long time AND probably first slow burn I got invested on- 🤣 it's so good so I had to make some fanart- the dancing chapter hasn't left me alone but IDK. HOW TO DRAW PEOPLE DANCING so here are these instead because these ALSO wouldn't leave me alone, that's how you know a writing is good, absolutely great kudos for you

(I also have some really old doodles I made of the old chapters-- why not share them now before they keep getting dust, under the cut 🤣)

These were from months ago when I was first losing my mind with my friend while reading it--- we do every week 🤣🤣🤣

[joellalovestoread]

ohhhh I get it now! Silly Hats and Party Favors: sonic falls first

Tethered at the Wrist: shadow falls first

The Secrets in our Quills: THEY BOTH FALL AT THE SAME TIME

[hana-no-seiiki]

YANDERE VN GAME IN THE WORKS?!

aka some more tethered hearts stuff from yours truly.

don with rendering lian! this might not be used for the actual game since im personally not satisfied with it. but i’ll be use these for more concepts of tethered hearts.

like “fake screenshots” of what the game would look like

but so far

UWU LOOK AT HIM THAT’S MY SON YA’LL

working now on more closeups of his face/expressions, again to get used to drawing him.

thank csp for their 3d models. it’s been speeding up my process by quite a lot.

[inkykeiji]

this is sooooooo so so cute it has me squeezing my eyes shut and squealing into my teddy and kicking my lil feets (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

first of all, the thought of skipping class with caleb (and having caleb, mr. popular and top-of-his-class golden boy, help you skip class) makes my chest tingle with sparks. thinking about leaving school early to go skip rocks by the river or climb hundred-year-old trees or pool your loose change together and buy chocolate or candy or ice cream from the local convenience store to split. all the while holding hands, no matter what activity the two of you chose to pursue in your newfound free time.

but i think there’s something really sweet (and slightly deranged, since this bled so heavily into adulthood and only got worse with age) about caleb risking his reputation etc for you. like he really would do fucking anything for you—you come first, always, no matter what. he would be willing and ready to sacrifice himself for you the moment you or anyone else asked, if that’s what you really wanted; if that’s what he deemed needed to be done. he puts you above all others: work, school, friends, hobbies—his prized possession, his most special and cherished toy. his whole fucking world revolves around you, to an unhealthy degree. it’s pure obsession borne out of potent love.

[cozy-earthbaby]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49430722/chapters/173145946

New chapter is up.

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Danny is getting hungry.

[breadedsinner]

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.

[curlyboys]

bucktommy ghost au! 👻🫀🧑‍🚒

Tommy dies in that gas explosion; Howie gets him out but it's too late. Meanwhile across the country, young Buck crashes his motorcycle and gets more than a broken arm: he needs a new heart. Fortunately there's a match in LA.

So young Buck gets Tommy's transplant heart, and during recovery is where he finally finds some direction in life.

option 1: Buck learns all about his donor and decides to become a firefighter too, wants to help save people.

option 2: Buck ends up in LA training to be a firefighter all on his own. It's only when he joins the 118 that he realises his donor worked there too.

(i prefer option 2, so more on that..) Buck learns all he can about Tommy, learns as much as he can from Chim and those who knew him, meets Sal.. and people ask why he's so interested and Buck lies through his teeth. He can't explain how he feels connected to Tommy, like he was meant to be a firefighter because Tommy was. Can't explain why he took art classes and a workshop on jeep maintenance and developed a taste for a particular brand of craft beer. He's never been a movie guy but he watches a few romcoms and feells things he's never felt before.

Buck visits Tommy's old house - now up for sale but struggling in this economy, plus there was a bad storm that caused damage and they're waiting to get repairs. So Buck squats in Tommy's old house for a few weeks.

And then he starts seeing him.

It starts after everything goes to shit: losing a victim, the thing with his therapist, a first responder stalking him.. Tommy appears when Buck feels more alone than he's ever been despite being surrounded by people and having a great team and captain.

It's not the first time he sees Tommy, he just didn't remember it until now. Tommy was there in his hospital room when Buck woke up from surgery, a figure in the room, and beyond the glass. He was there his first day at the 118, just another blue shirt among the rest, in the background. He was there the night Buck lost his first victim, sad eyes in turnouts on the tarmac.

And he's here, now: in his old house looking right at Buck. It's the closest he's ever been and Buck is now sure it's Tommy. They talk for the first time, but it's mostly Buck doing the talking. Tommy doesn't say much. He seems confused, and when Buck gently explains that he's dead he witnesses a bit of bitchy Tommy for the first time, too. Tommy knows he's dead, what he can't figure out is why he's still.. around.

note: eventually there's the reveal that Buck can see ghosts - but Tommy is the first. Maddie has the stronger sense. There's also the reveal about Daniel but that's all background stuff.

[justaz]

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.

[sleepyhoon]

saw this on pinterest and immediately thought of tethered🖤

THIS IS LITERALLY TETHERED HEE U GET ME! id also like to add in these two -

[bantersnatch]

VIP FIC MASTERPOST

Hello! Welcome, dear reader! Okay. So. Here's the deal. I made this blog with the primary goal of spreading the vianca agenda, and the secondary goal of making people look at my fanfiction. The vianca agenda has successfully spread (far out of my control) -- so I'm making this my new pinned post in the interest of my second goal.

Let's all look at my fanfiction, shall we?

MULTI-CHAPTER STORIES:

Star Maker (19.7k words, complete, M-rated, Vic/Bianca)

In June of 2024, shortly after season 1 of VIP finished airing, I experienced a doom prophecy. We've now named this doom prophecy "vianca", but at the time it was a solitary curse; I needed a way to share my terrible vision with people without being called a freak weirdo barking at shadows (which would be true! but also. hurtful). "Star Maker" is the very first Vic/Bianca story. It's a character study following the Host and Bianca as childhood best friends on a spiral into mutually destructive repression and toxicity, from the ages of thirteen to twenty-nine. This story was outlined before season 2 was filmed, then published before we got any details about the Host's husband. As a result it deviates from canon in a lot of small ways -- but the overall arc is still, in my opinion, the most likely scenario for the intended backstory of this relationship.

Dreamsickness (45.0k words, complete, E-rated, Vic/Bianca)

So. Uhhhhh. The childhood friends setup (see above) sucks, emotionally speaking. I'm obsessed with it, sure, but as far as fucked up quicksand pits to play in? I like to at least have an alternative, thank you very much. "Dreamsickness" is the solution I created for myself. This story follows a Bianca and Host who meet in college, become entangled in a messy situationship, ruin each others' lives over it, and somehow manage to survive as adult coworkers (at least until they collide again in a pseudoincestuous affair). Fey themes permeate. I finished publishing this one like two days before canon revealed that the characters did indeed go to college together. I will never stop gloating.

ONE-SHOT STORIES:

the dodo's conundrum (3.3k words, T-rated, gen)

Three vignettes of the Host interacting with guests post-interview, tied together with queer themes.

tempest in a teacup (4.8k words, M-rated, Vic/Leighanna-Jean)

The Host tussles with their identity as they fall into an ill-advised fling with Leighanna-Jean Gruthers.

moth wings beating (6.2k words, E-rated, Vic/Bianca)

Bianca's latest girlfriend meets the family; Bianca and the Host are deeply weird about it. (Written in the same continuity as "Star Maker")

songs to the secrets (6.5k words, E-rated, Vic/Bianca)

The aftermath of the Host's curse on Bianca. (Written in the same continuity as "Star Maker")

[celestial-intent44]

Tethered pt.1

summary: Guardian Angels have been largely relegated to the past. But after reconnecting with his angel radio, a call comes through that changes Gabriel's priorities.

pairing: Gabriel x Win-sister!Reader genre: hurt/comfort

notes/warnings: trust issues, brief mentions of violence, feelings of inadequacy, & fears of abandonment

Another job well done. Well, kind of. 

Sure, the Shtriga you and your brothers had been hunting was dead, everyone had made it out alive, and in your mind that was all that mattered. But to your silent observer, something else was frighteningly apparent. 

You have always been independent. At least that was what you called having deep-seeded trust issues that made it difficult to truly put your faith in anything but your own abilities. It was less about being let down and more a fear of letting others down who depended on you. The love you have for your family runs deep, but deeper still is the dread you feel at the thought of not being strong enough to keep up with your big brothers who, from the time you knew how to hold your first shotgun, were your heroes. They seemed to do the impossible on an almost daily basis, all the while making sure to spend time with you, teaching you how to survive in a world full of darkness lurking around every corner.

For most of your life, they were the only people in the world that you truly trusted. Until it all went wrong. It began with small things. A little white lie here, a half-truth there. Building and building until it became too monstrous to ignore and finally tore your family apart. 

Sam had chosen a demon and the power she could provide over your family, a choice he is now trying to make amends for, and Dean can’t seem to find it within himself to forgive him, instead resorting to bottling up his pain and drinking copious amounts of alcohol to try to numb his regret. 

 Despite your brothers being physically by your side, they might as well be miles away in opposite directions, leaving you somewhere in the middle, not knowing what to think and who to trust. Unbeknownst to you, someone has been with you through it all. You just couldn’t see him.

Being assigned a guardian angel is rare these days. Heaven is rather busy so the tradition has since fallen by the wayside, but it does still happen. Even less common is the invocation of archangels in the tradition of guardianship. Especially the one who tends to let Heaven’s calls go to voicemail.

Gabriel could not remember the last time he felt the pull. It must have been centuries. Only recently, with all of the ‘Apocalypse’ noise, had he tuned back in to angel radio, so he was surprised to even receive an assignment at all. Everything in him told him to ignore it, to just pretend he hadn’t heard a thing and move on playing the part of the happy-go-lucky trickster, but when he heard your name he froze. ‘ Y/n Winchester? No. There’s… There’s no way that was right.’ he thought to himself in disbelief.

The name Winchester was enough to stop most supernatural creatures in their tracks, but Gabriel was anything but frightened by it. The Winchester boys were some of his favorite toys to play with when he needed some entertainment, but the girl was a different story. Ever since your first meeting on that college campus all those years ago when you looked him dead in the eyes while driving a stake through his chest (‘well, the illusion of my chest, but still’, he thought) there was something about you he just couldn’t shake. You were fierce and feminine, lethal and graceful, and overall unforgettable. In the years since, he has wondered how you were doing. Whether or not you kept that same spark that made you so electric, so incandescent in his eyes. 

He supposes it is possible that his selective hearing has struck again, making him hear what he wanted to instead of what he should. The one thing he could not blame on his hearing, though, was the pull. Like an invisible string being reeled ever tighter, he felt this irresistible urge to be near you. As if everything in his being were responding to some innate primal directive to protect and defend. It was the most human feeling he has ever experienced. This is not the first time he has felt this pull, but it is definitely the strongest, and if he is being honest, that thought terrifies him. One thing he knew for certain, he couldn’t tell you. 

‘This is not gonna end well.’ he thought with a roll of his eyes, taking stock of his situation as he attempted to pinpoint the location of your soul. His guardian status allowed him to sense your presence even with the warding carved into your ribs. ‘She’s either going to try to kill me or…no she’ll probably just try to kill me,’ he said to himself with a little chuckle. ‘Well, let’s see what she’s up to.’

Finding you, he made the decision that it would be best to remain invisible to you and your friends. This way he could both insure your safety, and avoid having to actually explain what the hell he was doing there until he could come up with a plausible excuse that wouldn’t make him seem like a total creep. One that you would actually believe because knowing your current hatred for all things halo that wasn’t exactly undeserved, he imagined you would not be too trusting of your Heaven-appointed bodyguard if you knew the truth.

Being careful to mask the sound of his wings, he landed in what appeared to have once been the living room of a house in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Scanning the room, he noticed the piles and piles of old books, torn and peeling wallpaper, a small crackling fire in a soot-covered fireplace, the smell of dripping candle wax flooded his senses, but more than anything else, he noticed you. As beautiful as the day he met you, he found you curled up on a couch by the bay window with your nose in a book, apparently reading up on some new monster that needed putting down. There was a definite relief in being in your presence and feeling the loosening of the pull, like when a bungee cord returns to its normal state after being stretched. The pleasant sensation was supposed to compel the angel feeling it to be near their ward. ‘Like I needed any further convincing’ he thought to himself.

An older man he did not recognize was talking to your brothers while leafing through one of the many, many books on his desk, explaining a bit of lore he had uncovered in what sounded like an obscure translation of Revelations. The telltale flap of wings pulled him from his thoughts, Gabriel turned his head, his amber eyes meeting a pair of sapphires that he hadn’t expected to see. Castiel’s eyes widened in surprise, obviously not expecting to find an archangel casually observing his friends. Quickly, Gabriel brought a finger to his lips in an attempt to garner the seraph’s silence and keep him from announcing Gabriel’s presence to the whole group. Instead, Castiel walked swiftly toward his brother, lifted his hand to grasp Gabriel’s shoulder, and in a flutter of wings they were gone. 

𖤍: Hello everyone! This is the first fic I have posted, so hopefully the formatting is to your satisfaction. Please kindly let me know if there is something amiss. As a Gabriel fan, I thought it only right to start by giving him some love with my first post. I plan to make this a 3-ish part series, depending on where the mood takes me. If you like what you read, please consider liking, sharing, & sending in a request for something you'd like me to write in the future.

 ˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ Thank you to @saradika-graphics for the dividers used! ˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

[joellalovestoread]

another tethered at the wrist chapter guys NEBRASSKA IS FEEDING US!

Tethered at the Wrist by Nebrasska