#amazing wonderful writing

[sunny-porridge]

fics that made my season jolly in December

Return to Us - by @tashacee

The myth. The man. The bean.

After being separated through a portal that was meant only for one of them, Return to Us follows Wild and the chain as they go their separate ways.

But these are time traveller, world hopping adventurers, so while they seem to be as far away as possible, they also stay close through the little pieces and memories they find of each other.

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the ground gives birth to flowers - by @rebornofstars

Imagine you have a weighted blanket. Now imagine that weighted blanket is actually a giant wolf who is intentionally trapping you to prevent your perfectly reasonable spelunking. Your other 7 friends are laughing at you. Life is good.

This is a cozy, short story to warm up your heart and make you laugh.

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Draw a Circle Around your Grief - by @lattewritesthings

This piece starts out softly, with Legend and Four finding common ground in their grief. Legend trusts Four, and viceversa. But soon this mutual trust creates a sort of feedback loop that makes them take every wrong turn with confidence.

This story is uncomfortable, kind of disturbing, and our heros’ actions have consequences. These are all compliments.

Go forth and read.

[valoale]

It never ceases to amaze me how brilliant fan fiction writers are, like, you take bits of something and can turn it into such brilliance and create crazy good plot lines with so much depth and layers and come up with all these ideas, like, literally blows my mind every time. The level of creativity is stunning

Never stop

[teaboot]

you're so like. inspiring. or i wish i could be inspired. you reblog that post with the blue critter and you're like "im glad i was born on this planet". how do i manage to get that mindset. how do i manage to not want the pain to stop at any cost and enjoy what's still possible to enjoy

It's my first time here and I'm never coming back

[sunny-porridge]

this is great news

THANKS FOR TAGGING ME ILYSM

I’ve barely had any time for the Characters this past few weeks but this made my day

BDOR Prologue: A Haircut -- A Final Trim (5/5)

They gotta fix Wild’s hair now that everything has settled down. Wild is… conflicted.

“Will all’a his memories come back?” Twilight caught one of the physicians by the arm. They’d already run a multitude of exams on Wild—testing his reflexes, his senses, his memory both of present and past events—to no discernable results they’d shared with Twilight. “Do we gotta worry about this sort of incident again?”

“We can’t know about that, yet.” They answered, as they always did, with all the clarity of a mud pit. “We’ll just have to see—the brain can be quite the tricky thing, you know.”

Read the rest of this fic here! BDOR Prologue: A Haircut

Or catch up with the whole series here! Blood Drops On Roses

@sunny-porridge I did indeed write another chapter to this fic XD

Beta read by @needfantasticstories and @somer-writes

[fluentisonus]

working in a factory has you thinking so much about the insane chain of labor & transport that goes into making literally anything

[applestruda]

Impulse and the book

(based on chapter 1 of zera's bkau fic)

[gentlebeard]

If I could hold you for a minute, Darling, I’d go through it again

For @edsbacktattoo & @stedesearring 💕 Show: Our Flag Means Death - Season 1 & 2 Music: Francesca by Hozier YouTube

[charlie-dowds-migraine]

(Arin Hanson voice) Oh that guy died (๑•᎑•๑)

Had to take a break from reading The Man in the Mirror on ao3 (go read that if you haven't) to draw something that would make me happy because I only just finished Arkham ch2 and I've cried like 4 times

Featuring John:

[sunny-porridge]

ME SPOTTED

It makes me happy that my comments make you laugh.

Even though you hurt me so

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✨️ Out of the comments you’ve received on your fics, what are two or three of your favorites?

Oh honey, we are getting screenshots! All of these are from Adjuration, a fic which has a comment section that is made of fucking gold, with the readers tin hatting and talking to each other in basically chat threads (this is not a complaint keep it up guys I love me a chatty and engaged class) to the point that picking only three caused me physical pain.

So I tried to pick three of my favorites that were as non spoiler-y as possible in case someone who sees this isn't caught up. Okay.

This one made me ugly laugh for like ten solid minutes. 10/10

This is just... a fucking mood.

This one made me so happy and full of warmth (which is really funny when you think about the content of the chapter but still).

[sysig]

Blood sugar levels (Patreon)

[sunny-porridge]

Listen, I think I spent a good two months drifting in and out of the fandom, accumulating a shameful pile of subscription updates and unread recommendations. But hey, that’s not what you’re here for. Behold, the

fics that revived my Linked Universe energy in November

Crystal Symphony - by @starwolfie

This was exactly what I needed to remind me why I started participating in this fandom. It’s sweet, and it’s fun, and it builds on a dynamic between Hyrule and Sky that just feels so natural and also fresh. 

The boys are fine: as much as my lovely, sweet friend Mel likes to torture them, this one is pure fluff, but with the depth and attention to detail that makes it a wonderful piece to read over and over.

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Year of the Rabbit - by @blindbrilliance

Be honest, was I the only person in the world that hadn’t read this fic?

Year of the Rabbit starts with a crack premise (one some friends and I call “Pinkie AU”): what if it was Legend who accompanied Wild during Breath of the Wild, instead of Twilight? 

It starts out with a very humorous tone, but with a lot of heart, giving little glimpses into Legend and Wild’s depth and the true weight of their fates. What surprised me the most was how it slowly turns into a unique re-telling of Breath of the Wild with a far more serious tone, exploring a fresh take on Wild’s Hyrule, his relationship with his people, his past, and the destiny he has to grow into.

Fair warning: the latest published chapter ends in a huge cliffhanger! If you’re like me, though, this is merely an opportunity to spin this fic like food in a microwave and think about every possible outcome.

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Korgu Chide’s Favorite Hero - by @wolfsong6913

A new challenge has appeared in everyone’s favorite isolated island that steals all your clothes. And sure, the Sheikah monks committed to helping a hero in the future, but who’s to say they can’t look to the past for inspiration?

The heroes find themselves in one of Wild’s most polarizing shrines, and we get to explore Wind’s ingenious mind as the stakes grow higher and higher, culminating with a lovely tie-in with the world we explore in Tears of the Kingdom.

And yes, everyone needs to be naked. Well, almost naked.

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NSFW Zone !!

hand in hand - by anonymous

This moody, sulky piece is filled with familiar –but unique�� headcanons, characters that feel both impossibly larger than life and simultaneously intimately relatable, and an atmospheric setting that sells the scene.

It’s provocative, it’s desperate, it’s sweet and spicy and rich, an intimate encounter between two unlikely lovers who suddenly feel safe enough with each other to just unravel.

Enjoy!

[gallawitchxx]

whipped up a lil outside pov to celebrate @galladrabbles 3rd anniversary! 🥳 congrats & thanks to vey & evie for keeping us creating every single week! this one’s for the early prompt: “spark a fire” by danny vera, which is such a gallavich vibe 🔥🖤

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Besides Carl, who’d swept her off her feet despite her best efforts, Ian and Mickey were Sera’s favorite Gallaghers.

“Can’t believe you were cellmates once,” she laughs, passing the joint to a bloodshot-eyed Ian.

Mickey snatches it before he can take another hit, which Ian allows. “Believe it, new girl. Was way better than gettin’ locked up alone.”

“He landed in juvie days after we first sparked something.”

“Took a bullet for this babyface too,” Mickey coos, grabbing Ian’s chin.

Sera knows shit about love, but after sixteen years of good and bad, clearly they’ve got something beautiful and true.

[sunny-porridge]

GIA WHY

May I present to you, a completely out of context sketch based on a fun little something @not-freyja and I have in the works. 😉

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

-request

Because of Childe’s birthday recently I had a thought, would Legacy have had the same birthday as Childe? Would Legacy know what a birthday is? What about decorating, would Legacy help with decorating? I’m just imagining balloons and glitter everywhere at this point, and probably other shiny things

this year's birthday art was the best thing ever, i am humbly asking for Hoyoverse to give us Foul Legacy birthday art

~ * ~ Foul Legacy's Birthday HCs

Foul Legacy x Reader Genre: Fluff Pronouns: Gender Neutral Warnings: None

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-Foul Legacy doesn’t actually know when his birthday is!! He was more focused on survival than celebration before Childe- Ajax, then- tumbled into the Abyss -It’s only after he ascends to the surface of Teyvat clinging to a mortal’s mind does he learn what birthdays are -He doesn’t really understand at first. Isn’t everyone born? Legacy doesn’t see the point in celebrating something that’s natural and normal -Or, rather, he doesn’t see the need to celebrate HIS birthday. It’s only when Ajax’s first birthday with him rolls around that it sinks in. Ajax is alive and here, Legacy is HAPPY that Ajax was born -There’s a burst of excited, overwhelmed chirps and chitters in the back of Ajax’s head, and he has to hold back laughter as Legacy essentially scrambles around his brain happily -Even so, he still never celebrated his own birthday. He was content just watching his host receive his yearly congratulations; as Childe, Tartaglia, and Ajax -It’s you who decides to finally give him his own little celebration, just a day after Ajax’s. The Harbinger is delighted at the idea, an enormous grin spreading across his face when you ask him to help -Legacy can vaguely sense his thoughts and eagerness, but they’re frustratingly locked away as Childe sometimes does. He can almost SEE his smug grin in his head, letting out an irritated huff -You and Childe spend the whole day preparing- well, YOU do, he helps as much as he can before he’s dragged off to work by his sheepish subordinates even on the weekend, laughing and waving all the while -There are streamers and sparkling ornaments and tiny stars everywhere- no balloons. They terrify the both of you when they pop, and Foul Legacy has claws made to pierce the toughest hides. As something extra special you gather some shiny stones from your rock shelf and place them here and there, chunks of glittering colorful inedible candy -You’re just done setting up when the door opens again, the sun nearly below the horizon in an array of bright reds, oranges, and purples. There’s a crackling static sound as Childe allows Foul Legacy to take control, a pair of crimson horns peeking inside with a curious trill -He lets out a yelp of surprise at the new decorations; you spread your hands with a smile and a singsong “Surprise!” like a mischievous magician, and Legacy’s single crystalline eye goes wide with awe -In less than two seconds you’re suddenly scooped off the floor, his head bumping against yours as he nuzzles and purrs, overjoyed and wings aflutter. Tonight is for him? Just for him? And Ajax doesn’t mind at all? You laugh, smooching his masked cheek with a nod, and Legacy is beside himself with delight -He LOVES sweet treats, especially when you let him taste test something new you tried making, so of course you had to whip up a cake for him to munch on. Although at the moment he seems more engrossed in nibbling and licking your cheek. Eventually you'll get him to take a bite of the pastry, and are met with satisfied coos and a rumble so strong it makes you physically vibrate -All he really needs and wants to have an amazing day is to be near you, so he nudges you over to the couch and promptly snuggles against you, his head pressed into your lap and watching you adoringly. There’s a streamer or two tangled in his horns and claws, the very tip of his tongue sticking out from his fanged maw

-You show Legacy your rock collection. He’s seen it before, but he loves seeing it again and again and hearing you talk about each stone. The purple amethyst from Inazuma is his now, as a little gift, and displayed proudly in his blanket nest room, right next to the tiny glass narwhal you got Ajax. Legacy is extremely careful, they’d both be safest in there -Speaking of blankets, you spent all week making a new, thick quilt for him to bundle himself into, all embroidered with little constellations and whales. His eye glows happily when you present it to him, immediately attempting to crawl underneath it with a muffled chitter of delight -He gently bumps your cheek when you put on some music to play, shaking out his lilac fluff and holding out a hand for you to take, to dance with him. There’s some distant memory of how Ajax would dance at home, and neither of you are well coordinated enough to not end up in a pile on the floor, overcome with beautiful and grumbling laughter

-Playfully you stick a few star-shaped stickers on Legacy’s face, and ponder- if he wore a party hat, would he wear one between his horns or two on top of his horns? You’ll have to ask him next year, when you can find or make decent little hats for the both of you, just like you’ll ask if he wants to help with the decorating, too. This year was a surprise, but you can bet on the Adepti that you’ll be doing it every year afterwards -He shifts in your lap, a yawn pulled from his mouth and showing all his sharp teeth like a cat as he rumbles and croons tiredly, smushing his face against your legs. You put in the effort to celebrate, to make him feel as special as you think he is, and that makes today the perfect birthday

-It’s actually better that you didn’t celebrate it on the same day as Ajax’s birthday- you’re very particular in how you planned everything, not wanting either of your two beloveds to get overshadowed by the other -Foul Legacy still doesn’t know what day he was actually born, and never will. But for all he cares, his real birthday is the day you decided to celebrate him in his entirety

[crabsnpersimmons]

Happy valentines day!

happy valentines day to you too!

i didn't plan any art for valentines day (besides my gift for the valentines secret santa event), but here's a little hairdresser Sun i drew as a pre-class pick-me-up this morning (added some heart stickers to make it valentines-y):

[fictionadventurer]

I'm fascinated by the ways in which the things a creator is good at making don't necessarily line up with the kind of art that they respect or even enjoy.

This has haunted me ever since I saw a Youtube video about the downfall of The Band Perry, a country band that I had liked until their music got weird and they kind of fell off the face of the earth. Well, it turns out that they tried to reinvent their image and their style of music several times before the band finally fell apart. When they started, they had this weird Southern Gothic homeschooler style that really worked for them and was reasonably popular, but then they tried to switch to a cooler type of pop music--a style they supposedly admired and enjoyed--and it just did not work at all. They failed because they chased what they wanted to make instead of sticking with the style that they were good at.

It's a tension that's present in all creative work. At one point does "going outside the box" go too far? Can one be happy making good work even if it's not the kind of stuff they like or admire? Are the techniques and styles that are most appealing to us appealing because they're things that we can't create ourselves? As in, our minds don't work that way, so seeing these things from other creators is exciting, but the fact that our minds don't work that way is exactly why we can't imitate those things. Where's the line between creative integrity--pushing yourself to make better things--and pride--wanting to make something more prestigious and impressive instead of humbly making the type of art you're best suited to make? Can one even clearly see what they're best at making, and appreciate the good that's there rather than chasing after styles and techniques that seem better? There are no solid answers, which is why I'm going to be endlessly thinking about this.