#cloud nr.9

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❤️ SCH NDLER ! (ABOVE CLOUD 9)

S(AC9) #004 ★ cloud nr.9 | Luv' & @daodag

• I WAS WALKING ON AIR & @soon-b

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All monkey kings x wife!morticia reader, she loves really REALLY passionately and would always bring up scary and insane things as something excitable, i also wanna how they'd react if she said that line:

"Don't torture yourself my love, that's my job~"

You're creepy and you're kooky , mysterious and spooky your All together ooky the Wukong/Addams Family🎶🎵🎶🎵🎶

(Lmk Wukong) Oh my he wouldn't survive with you around him. It's bad enough your super attractive, elegant, and way taller then him but the fact that your flirting and smother him so much leaving him daze and blushing in love. Then you go and say that torturing him is your job........clearly your right because being Around you was torturous to him in a good way.

(HIB Wukong) God he would never tell you but with you around his Insecurities would be of the charts. Granted he was happy to see you after 500 years but sometimes he wonders of he even get somebody like you. Who is calm and gentle with him at best and so damn beautiful you welcome Luier and Silly girl with open arms as you loved the children. Then you tell him not to torture himself because that's your job, well Honestly that sounds pretty good right about now.

(MKR Wukong) He would rather you torture him then having the monk and heaven bother him. At least you would make it somebody he too will enjoy. He loves you because you can be as brutal as him sometimes and take out enemies like no other. Then your always so support and elegant with it as well it's baffles him and makes him love you alot more.

(NR Wukong) He wouldn't be able to do much of anything with you around him🤭😉 he wouldn't focus or function properly with your beautiful sexy ass around him. Wukong would suck up all the love and affection you go for him with all your cuddles and nicknames he would be on cloud 9. Then you tell him that it's your job to torture him gooooddd by all means torture him do whatever you want he's begging you🤤

(Netflix Wukong) Holy crap the amount of sugar mommy jokes people are gonna make in the future. Wukong has known how to handle you sometimes, your like really pretty, mysterious, elegant level-headed, and god knows what else for him. He really loves you and gets a little overwhelmed by your very aura, but you would rather be around him like, wow. He sometimes wonders if this is the torture you were talking about.

FEEL FREE TO REBLOG🌹☠️

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This week's author spotlight goes to the fantastic and lovely @missanniewhimsy!!

Fics to Read:

Brave in the Shadows | NR | 5k tags: space, war, epistolary, open ending, angst Summary: Derek pulls his phone out as soon as he’s in the kitchen.

You have no new messages.

It’s the same every day.

Here Together | T | 10k tags: gaming, speedrunning, glitch hunting, online friendship Summary: In which Derek is a world-record holding speedrunner, Stiles is the glitch hunter who's found some of the biggest strats for the run and Derek's second most annoying mod. Small crushes get blown wide open when Derek invites Stiles to do commentary for a major run and they finally have a chance to meet in person.

Worthy | G | 1k tags: established relationship, domestic fluff, they both deserve nice things Summary: Stiles took a breath, then another, eyes locked on Derek’s. He shook his head, willing himself to calm down. “It--it’s been a while.”

Fics to Hear:

little boy lost | T | 1-1.5 hours tags: single parent Stiles, magic Stiles, deputy Derek, autumn Summary: If someone asked Stiles to write a parenting book, Stiles would say the best and most important rule is to love your kid. Just love the hell out of them, and make sure they know it.

The second most important rule would be don’t turn your back on a curious three year old with supernatural speed.

Stiles is currently failing at the second rule. Badly.

i went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees | T | 2-2.5 hours tags: fallen angels, guardian angels, rest stop Summary: Stiles is a crossroads demon operating out of a rest stop Subway, Derek is a guardian angel whose family has passed on. When Derek decides to stick around, the Jacob Campbell Southbound Rest Area gets interesting. Well, more interesting than it already was.

(aka the prompt generator drabble that grew legs and turned into an meditation on grief, guilt, responsibility, and the redemptive power of unconditional love.)

And When I Wake You're There I'm Saved | T | 1-1.5 hours tags: space, kidnapped Derek, kidnapped Stiles, no torture Summary: "Derek," Stiles says, firm. His hand is warm on Derek's shoulder. "I'll be okay."

"You didn't leave me," Derek argues. "How can you expect me to leave you?"

Stiles rolls his eyes. "Oh my god, it'll be fine. Even if I am captured, I'm just a boring human. They wanted you for your Lycan blood."

Derek crosses his arms. Mainly so he doesn't wrap his hands around Stiles' throat in an attempt to throttle some sense into him. "That's fine. But this isn't a time when being a boring human is an asset. This is a time when being a boring human results in a shot to the head."

"Derek," Stiles says again. He steps closer, so Derek is surrounded in his scent, his chemosignals—namely unwavering, resolute determination, distinctively sharp and entirely unbreakable—clouding Derek's mind. "You'll come back for me." He sounds so sure, and he can tell the exact moment Derek gives in. Because Derek somehow always gives in to Stiles.

"I'll come back for you," he confirms. "And you better not be dead."

Stiles grins, eyes sparkling with far too much humour for someone who potentially just sacrificed himself for a surly Lycan and bunch of strangers. "You do say the sweetest things."

In Progress:

[podfic] Fractured Starlight | M | 9/34 chapters tags: hurt/comfort, amnesia fic, witch Stiles, blood and gore, alpha Derek Summary: Stiles is driving home when a werewolf pops out of his trunk like a demented jack-in-the-box, aggressive, confused, and with no memory of who he is or how he got in there. Stiles has no choice but to take him through the protected borders of Willow Pass so he can figure out what's going on and if this strange werewolf is a danger to his coven.

Go check out allll of misswhimsy's fics on their AO3 page! Don't forget to mind the tags, leave a kudos, and maybe even drop a comment!

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Happy 1k! 🥳 Could I request nr 9 for Clavis? (Or Napoleon)💖

A/N: It IS nearly his birthday so why not fulfil a Clavis request? Here you go @my-day6 💜 I hope you enjoy it!

Clavis x female reader

First Kiss Prompt: Heat of the Moment

WC: 1551

“Get me out of here!”

Your voice cracks at the strain of maintaining that volume. The dark, damp earth swallows the sound of your foot as you stomp it in frustration. Soon all you’re left with is a mighty glare which you lob at the pit’s edge. Above you is a perfect circle of sky, blue and bright, innocently shining, unaware of the fate that has befallen you.

You press your palms against the cool walls of the pit. They are too smooth, too well-constructed. You would never be able to grasp anything and climb your way out. Not a handhold or foothold in sight. Digging your fingers into the compact earth proves to be an unpleasant, crumbling mess of an idea which you give up immediately.

“Damn it, Clavis,” you mutter under your breath, a hand pressed against your side. The fall wasn’t too far, but it still knocked the wind out of you, surprise lending it a helping hand when it robbed you of breath. “Why?”

Of course there is no answer. Just a few fluffy white clouds that drift into view, stretching themselves lazily across the expanse of blue. With a huff, you lower yourself to the ground, crossing your arms. Your pink blouse is already streaked with earth and the fall ripped the side of your gray skirt wide open, up to the thigh. You yank the material closed as best you can, closing your eyes. Fine. You’ll wait. You’re already stuck at the bottom of one of his stupid hidden pit traps. It can’t get any worse.

The first raindrops are like small, cold kisses, harbingers of a very muddy and possibly dangerous future if you don’t get out of this pit now. You scrabble to your feet, the ground already wet enough to suck at your boots.

“HELP!”

The circle above your head is now gray and foreboding, releasing more and more gleeful raindrops who are happy to be free of their cloudy prison. They freefall towards the royal garden, bringing more and more of their friends along for the ride. Pushing wet strands of hair from your face, you are forced to shut your eyes against the onslaught of steadily falling rain and open your mouth to scream. You’re not sure if it’s a scream for help or frustration or fury but just when you’re about to let go, a voice rings out against the sound of the downpour: “Oh dear, how unfortunate.” A head of twilight hair, dark with rain, and two twinkling golden eyes peer over the pit’s edge.

“GET ME OUT OF HERE CLAVIS LELOUCH!”

He leans down, extending a hand which you grab hold of. With surprising strength, he pulls you easily from the pit and onto the soft, cold green grass of the western corner of the royal gardens. You spring to your feet, full of righteous fire, hands curled into fists as you take a step towards him. The Prince does not move. Instead he regards you, head tilted to one side, a hand raised in a gesture of peace.

“I do apologize, my dear. This trap was intended for a brother who was supposed to be collecting edible blossoms for tomorrow’s tea.”

You shake your head and then grab his hand faster than he can pull away. Fueled by anger, by the cold, damp feel of your clothing as it sticks to you, by the dull ache in your side and the feel of your broken skirt around your legs, you yank him towards the gazebo where you are sheltered from the rain and where he can’t slip away from you.

Clavis shakes his head, water droplets like tiny diamond beads in every direction. He pushes his hair back with one hand, his lips still lifted in a grin.

“Do you really want time alone with me—” His quippy remark is cut short by you clamping a hand over his mouth, eyes bright with anger.

“I was STUCK in a PIT for HOURS!”

You’re close enough to him for him to hear you loudly over the now pouring rain, to notice the rain drops sliding from his wet hair down the planes of his handsome face. Something glitters in those aurelian eyes as they regard you over your merciless hand. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, keeping your hand firmly in place.

“I could have gotten hurt in the fall! I could have drowned in there had you not come along! These pits are a HAZARD!”

How dare he refuse to look away in shame. How dare he keep his gaze on yours, his eyes holding you just as captive as that pit did. What is he thinking?

 ~ Your hand is warm against his mouth, your skin softer than silk.

How dare you smell so good, soaked in rainwater, streaked with dirt. How dare you look so beautiful, tendrils of hair framing your face like a work of art. Your clothes revealing so much and so little. Your skirt parted like the Red Sea, revealing a shapely path to what must be the Holy Land. How dare he want you? You, who is forbidden? You, bright flame that deserves so much more than him…worthless, weak little him.

And yet he can’t help what he feels. 

The thunder of his heart echoes through his veins, the feel of your fingers, the palm of your hand bewitching, conjuring a storm inside him. He is lost in the brilliance of your eyes, a universe he could spend eons exploring. Lost and never wanting a way out, ever again.

But he can’t do this. 

He can’t. 

He must keep this secret locked down in the deepest well of his heart, where the shadows lurk and darkness is a tyrant, towering over a small boy who only wants to be enough for someone. ~

He jerks his head away from your hand, blinking, his muddy boot scuffing the wooden floor of the gazebo as he steps back, away from you. The light in his eyes has dimmed.

“Ah my dear, it was only a joke. All in good fun.”

Something inside you shifts as you feel him pulling away. No. You want to see the fire in his eyes again, that glowing gold in all its intensity. 

You step towards him.

“I see you were offended by my silly trap. I’ll be more mindful of where I place them.”

No, this isn’t what you want. You don’t want him rambling on about his pranks, gaze not on you but the falling rain, his body shivering with cold, his spirit slowly folding inward, closing like a flower bud in reverse. 

No.

You take another step towards him until he bumps up against the curved railing, his hands reaching back to grip the wet, white wood.

“I do apologize for upsetting you, dearie. I— W-What are you...?”

Your body is crackling with frustration. He needs to STOP TALKING about the damn trap. You’re still angry at him for digging it but you’re also angry at the way he is retreating further and further behind that façade of his, that wall of quips and polite distance and controlled flame. You’re practically trembling with the desire to.....

You grab him, fistfuls of his wet coat, and pull him to you, capturing his mouth with yours. He gasps audibly, body going rigid with shock. You will not relent. You want that wall between you gone. So you tear it down with your lips, pressing kiss after kiss against his mouth. You tear it down with your left hand, still curled into the heavy material of his lavender jacket like an iron fist. You tear it down with your right hand, the one that has traveled up to his neck and is holding him there, warm palm against slick, cold skin. You tear it down with your leg, exposed and pressed tightly against his.

Kiss by kiss, touch by touch, you besiege him, vanquishing the cold with the heat of your body, crumbling his hesitation with the strength of your will. What man stands a chance against a perfect storm like this?

You feel when you have triumphed. He snaps as if struck by lightning and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you against the long, lean lines of his body, tipping you back so you’re at a better angle for him to taste. You wrap one arm around his neck, holding on as he comes to life, his mouth moving over yours, deepening the kisses, sending your senses reeling. One hand supports your lower back, the other drops to the skin of your thigh and tiny tornados of electricity dance across your skin.

Was this what was hiding behind those quick smiles? Those flashing golden eyes?

You kiss him as the world around you rages, wind and water roaring through the royal gardens, But desire, which has been biding its time, smoldering patiently, now breathes fire into your lungs, blazes white-hot through your veins.

As you both sink to your knees, still wrapped in each other’s arms, as he tears his mouth from yours to hungrily ravish the soft skin of your neck, you don’t wonder what will happen when the storm fades.

Because you know that this? 

This is just the beginning.

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NR, E, & M reading since 4/19

Finished

Not Rated:

Wen Chao kills WWX, by nirejseki

Prompt: Wen Chao kills Wei Wuxian at the Wen Indoctrination camp to intimidate the heirs of the clans.

WRH/CSSR/WCZ, by nirejseki

Prompt: So I really liked your pairing of LQR/WRH/Lao Nie and after seeing wwx's parents in the last episode of the donghua it got me thinking, How about WRH/WCZ/CSSR? WRH maybe saves them in yiling and they end up hitting it off (WRH might do it in the beginning just spite jfm by stealing his former best friend and crush) and the Wei family settles in nightless city, wwx grows up with the Wen heirs and wen Qing and wen Ning and that affects the events of Canon

Explicit:

something left to save, by androids_fighting93 (9 chapters)

"It’s going to be okay,” he murmurs in A-Yuan’s ear. Balanced on Wei Wuxian’s hip, A-Yuan watches his home disappear behind them, and starts to cry. Wei Wuxian looks again — away from the lands he knows, a world with no place for him. “We’ll take care of each other, won’t we?”

After the Wen remnants turn themselves in, Wei Wuxian disappears with the last living member of the Wen Clan. Lan Wangji follows.

one of those evenings, by westiec

“Ask for what you want, A-Cheng,” she instructs.

Intimacy between them has been… interesting to figure out. Neither of them had much space to become practiced at tenderness, and both of them have known their own bodies first as raw material to be shaped, cultivated into the right tool, the right weapon, something with which to do what needed to be done with as little friction as possible. Learning pleasure as husband and wife has been a negotiation, a dance, and—somewhat to both their surprise—a delight.

“I’d like to make you feel good,” he says, still adorably red in the face but undeterred. “To undress my wife and properly appreciate her beauty.”

T4T Chengqing enjoying a very sexy evening in Lotus Pier

Mature:

Heart of hearts, by apathyinreverie (🔒)

It won't be until several days later that Wangji will know to be grateful for Jiang Wanyin’s insistence to split up in their search.

(Or, JC and LWJ spend those months searching separately and LWJ ends up finding Wei Ying a little earlier. Wei Ying who doesn’t remember anything beyond his own name. So, LWJ takes his chance and takes Wei Ying home. To Gusu.)

justice, by thelastdboy

When Lan Wangji’s punishment had been decided, everyone at the Cloud Recesses had been aware that it had been a death sentence. Thirty-three lashes with a discipline whip weren’t something anyone had expected or even wanted him to survive.

And yet, he lived.

And now everyone needed to learn how to live with that.

Unfinished

Not Rated:

The worth of a life with no regrets, by SnowdropsAndDreams

It was hopeless. Utterly hopeless.

The night hunt had gone disastrously wrong and Wei Wuxian's tiny pebble of a core isn't enough to save him. But Jiang Cheng will be damned before he watches another sibling die in his arms, especially one that miraculously came back from the dead.

"I'm going to die here, Jiang Cheng. We both know it. But unlike last time, I'm going to make it meaningful."

"I know of a forbidden array that can turn back time."

"Didi, do you want to come with me?"

Or, a time travel fix-it fic where Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng work together as brothers.

Delight in Misery, by nirejseki

When Lan Wangji ran away from the jingshi to look for himself, his back still raw, and on Yiling he found only a small child, feverish but still capable of a little bit of babbling, still able to tell the story of what had happened – when he found the traces of blood on the ground, Wei Wuxian’s from when his power had backlashed on him – when he saw the bodies in the blood pool, already rotting –

For the first time in his life, Lan Wangji didn’t want to go home.

(what if he had another option?)

Explicit:

The Second Hand Unwinds, by trulywicked (🔒)

Sent back in time without his husband after a night hunt gone wrong, Lan Wangji is determined to ensure that Wei Wuxian’s safety and in the process hopefully mitigate, if not prevent, the war.

Through marriage among other things.

Heart of the Beast, by WaitForTheSnitch

“Wei Ying?” Nie Mingjue prompted him gently. “Where are your parents?”

“They went on a night hunt,” Wei Ying said, a bit evasively.

“Your parents are cultivators?” Da-ge asked in surprise. “Did they leave you here while they hunted? When did they go on their night hunt?”

“Four summers ago,” Wei Ying said a bit uncomfortable.

“Four summers ago,” Nie Mingjue repeated. “What are your parents’ names?”

“My mama is Cangse Sanren and my baba is Wei Changze,” Wei Ying told him, and recognition registered in Nie Mingjue’s eyes.

“Wei Ying,” Nie Mingjue said, sounding a bit regretful, “Your parents aren’t coming back.”

Or, Nie Mingjue and Nie Huaisang run into Wei Ying while in Yiling and decide to bring him home. And it changes everything.

Mature:

Vow of Remembrance, by eightapart

It starts when he’s four and he whispers to Lan Huan that he’s lived his own death. His brother waves him off and tells him to go back to sleep, but it happens, again and again, until Lan Huan has no choice but to bring it up to their uncle.

After a series of trips to a child psychologist, Lan Zhan learns to stop dreaming.

or: Lan Zhan has memories of a past life with Wei Ying where they had a tragic ending.

At heart, by apathyinreverie (🔒, 2nd in a series)

“I feel like I might have known you,” Wei Ying murmurs against Wangji’s throat the next morning, air rushing past them as Bichen carries them speedily towards Gusu.

Or, LWJ finds WWX a little earlier after the Burial Mounds. WWX who doesn’t remember anything beyond his own name. So, LWJ takes his chance and takes WWX home. To Gusu.

(Continuation of Heart of hearts.)

(Un)Hidden truth, by Sarah_R

After watching his husband; his son; nephew; brother and little radishes dying in front of him one by one because of a source of resentful energy; Wei WuXian dies too as he destroys it.

But instead of darkness; he finds himself back in the past when he had just gotten kicked out of the cloud recess and everything looks so peaceful he can’t stand it. No…no no no he really can’t go through this hell again. Not again. Not after everything was supposed to be over.

Not knowing that Lan WangJi has been thrown back in time as well; he tries; and fails at taking his own life by slitting his throat open in the middle of lotus pier and so; he decides to show everyone the future.

If he’s going to live this hell again; he’s going to change it and if these people are suddenly so determined to keep him alive; then he’s not going to let them die either.

It doesn’t matter if they end up hating him just as much as he hates himself.

(Or; another time travel fix-it which happens to be a watching the show fic as well! With our favorite baby boy and his husband; all their ducklings and their very much alive family and friends from the past.)

[songochiox]

On cloud nr 9

[fearlessdevil17]

Regarding your Lexie Kendrick post with Edge being canonically a good singer, I am kinda now afraid of Rabbid Mario's reaction to this...he seems to love music and hearing his crush singing will pull him faster to cloud nr.9 than the WM ARC could. Do you think he is going to be ok?

Probably not for a while

[renewchasesmind]

The rain is coming

January 27, 2014 by FH

from JO’s sermon tonight:

every person goes through times of drought, dry seasons when we don’t see anything happening.  we’ve got big dreams, we’re standing on God’s promises, but we just don’t see anything changing;  it’s dry and barren.  you can be blessed in one area and in a drought in another;  have a successful career but be struggling in your marriage, a drought in a relationship, or you can have a great marriage but you just don’t feel well, a drought in your health.  it’s easy to think, “this is the way it’s always going to be;  I’ll always be lonely, have to deal with this depression, struggle in my finances.”  no, I want to announce that in 2014 that drought is coming to an end.  any area of brokenness, dryness, loneliness, every empty place, if you will stay in faith, God is going to rain down favor, rain down healing, rain down restoration.

Psalm 68:9 (TLB)

9 You sent abundant rain upon your land, O God

why don’t you get that in your spirit;  you’re about to see an abundant rain.  every drought is only temporary;  that dry season is not going to last forever.  why?  the rain is coming.  that addiction is not going to be with you your whole life;  rain is coming.  struggle and lack is not your destiny, it’s temporary;  rain is headed your way.  some of you have been in a drought in your health;  chronic pain, you don’t feel well, you could easily settle there. no, you need to get your umbrella;  I see clouds starting to form.  maybe in your career you feel stuck and can’t seem to get a good break, you got passed over for the promotion, don’t get discouraged;  God has something better for you.  it’s not going to be a drizzle, not a sprinkle, but a downpour, an abundance of rain.  when you get up in the morning, you need to declare it;  “Father, thank you that the drought is ending and the rain is coming.  thank you that in 2014 I’ll see an abundance of Your goodness in my life.”  the drought may come, there are dry seasons when we feel empty, but that is not the end of your story;  rain is coming.

Psalm 30:5(AMP)

5 … Weeping may endure for a night, but joy comes in the morning.

rain can take a dry, barren place and bring new life.  it may have been that way for a month, for a year, or for 20 years, but when the rain comes, things that seem dead begin to bloom,  blossom, flourish;  they just needed some rain.  what you may think is over and done, the loss of a loved one, loss of a dream, loss of a relationship, you feel lonely, empty, like it could never change, no, to change all you need is some rain.  the God we serve is saying, “I’m going to send rain to your barren places.  it’s not over;  I’m going to rain down new opportunities, relationships, new ideas, new dreams.  some of you are in that dry place, things haven’t turned out the way you’ve hoped, been through some difficulties, but that is not the end;  joy is coming.  you may be in a drought, but rain is headed your way.  this is your year to bloom, blossom, flourish.  it’s your year to see new growth, opportunities; God is about to rain down his favor in abundance.  He is going to turn your mourning into dancing

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Psalm 30:11-12 (NRS)

11 You have turned my mourning into dancing; you have taken off my sackcloth and clothed me with joy, 12 so that my soul may praise you and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to you forever.

your sorrow into joy, your loneliness into love.  He’s going to give you beauty for those ashes;  the drought is coming to an end.

1 Kings 18:1-41 (NKJV)

18 And it came to pass after many days that the word of the Lord came to Elijah, in the third year, saying, “Go, present yourself to Ahab, and I will send rain on the earth.”

2 So Elijah went to present himself to Ahab; and there was a severe famine in Samaria…

41 Then Elijah said to Ahab, “Go up, eat and drink; for there is the sound of abundance of rain.”

when he said that, there wasn’t a cloud in the sky, no sign of rain, yet he chose to believe what he heard his spirit in spite of what he saw with his eyes.  he saw drought, famine, barenness, but down in here he heard the sound of an abundance of rain.  this is what faith is all about;  you gotta believe what you hear in your heart even when what you see is just the opposite.  you hear abundance, but you may see lack.  you hear health, but you may see sickness.  you hear rain, but you may look around and see drought.  It’s easy to talk yourself out of what God wants to do.  God is saying, “there’s about to be an abundance of favor in your life;  the drought is coming to an end.  you’re going to see healing, restoration, new opportunities, new growth.  don’t say, “I don’t think so, the medical report’s still bad, my child’s still acting up, I’ll never meet the right person.”  no, why don’t you be like Elijah and have a boldness to believe what God’s put in your heart?  why don’t you start declaring, “the rain is coming, favor is coming.  2014 is my year to bloom, to blossom, to flourish, to see new growth.”

[earaercircular]

Eco-design, reconditioning, energy optimization… These Belgian players who are already working towards greener IT

Ahead of other countries, Belgium welcomes a plethora of players who are taking concrete action for more responsible digital technology.

Reconditioning of equipment, eco-design of websites and applications, optimisation of data centre consumption... Responsible digital technology may be a new theme, but many Belgian players are already working towards greener IT , more economical and more social.[1]

70% cheaper than new

In Brussels, the non-profit organisation Circular Brussels[2] reconditions decommissioned computer equipment for businesses and individuals. “We collect from companies free of charge from ten working computers on, and we have opened our service to individuals who take the step of bringing in their old laptops, keyboards, printers, cables and other monitors,” shares Dany Chouha, general manager of the association that employs 7 people and collaborates with around ten Erasmus students. Circular Brussels starts by sorting the material between what can be reconditioned (around 30 to 40%) and what must be recycled after extracting the reusable components. “We provide an official certificate which guarantees the correct erasure of data,” specifies Dany Chouha. Then, the non-profit association's technicians clean and refurbish the equipment and resell it at low prices (around 70% cheaper than new) to social and educational organisations. Since 2019, more than 400,000 pieces of IT equipment have been collected and around 1,000 tonnes of waste electronic equipment processed.

Circular Brussels is a.o. in partnership with Paradigm[3] (formerly the Informatics Centre for the Brussels Region). For two years, the organisation has officially coordinated the Region's ���Responsible Digital” initiative, formalised by a charter signed alongside around twenty other administrations. “We are the first Belgian administration to have the NR label[4] which promotes responsible digital technology in France and neighbouring countries,” points out Thierry Chappe, coordinator of the initiative at Paradigm. The organisation has deployed five working groups on the lifespan of equipment, software eco-design, employee awareness, energy optimisation of data centres, networks and terminals, as well as the identification of start-ups with a positive impact for its digitalisation.

Outcry on data centres

The Low Country can boast of hosting a certain number of start-ups in the field of responsible digital technology. Based in Remicourt[5], Aeonics[6] has designed software that enables developers to work more soberly, without realising it. “Our tool is, to my knowledge, the only software on the market that integrates the notion of eco-design to reduce the use of servers,” highlights Simon Uyttendaele, co-founder and CEO of Aeonics. It enables developers, without complicating their task, to design applications and websites that are naturally less complex in terms of computer code and implementation. These creations therefore require less data exchange, consume less energy and are easier to maintain.”

For its part, Ethernetics[7] seeks to decarbonize the Internet by helping data centers consume less energy. “We have developed connected equipment that is placed on each server in a data center in order to optimize its use,” explains CEO Jan Dezutter. Based in Lierde[8], the start-up allows a data centre to achieve monthly energy savings of 5 to 20%. In this same vein, the young Brussels company levv[9] reuses the waste heat of data centres that is usually lost. “We are the only ones to recycle this energy while offering a serverless cloud service offering” says Luis Akakpo, co-founder.

Finally, the Brussels-based start-up Algorila[10] specialises in Green IT consulting, eco-designed platforms and sustainable digital marketing. “The goal is to minimize the environmental footprint of a campaign while maximizing its audience,” concludes Pascal Rousset, co-founder and administrator of Algorila. We help our clients boost their environmental message and positive impact. Indeed, one of our goals is to have at least 50% of our customers in the circular economy.”

Source

Fleur Olagnier, Eco-conception, reconditionnement, optimisation énergétique… Ces acteurs belges qui œuvrent déjà en faveur d’un IT plus vert, in: La Libre Belgique, 8-10-2023

[1] Read also: https://www.tumblr.com/earaercircular/652050068230356992/the-micro-factory-a-workshop-where-they-share?source=share & https://www.tumblr.com/earaercircular/692582327191257088/mushrooms-to-insulate-houses?source=share

[2] The non-profit organisation Circular Brussels is an organisation that helps reduce the ecological footprint of the Brussels-Capital Region through the ecological collection, reuse and recycling of discarded IT materials at companies. We collect the WEEE (waste electrical and electronic equipment) with an electric or hybrid vehicle and take it to our collection center at Tour & Taxis. After testing the hardware and software, the better devices are selected for reuse (ReUSE), repaired (Refurbishment) or recycled (conversion into secondary raw materials). By extending the lifespan of these devices, reliable devices are available on the second-hand market that offers a specific, vulnerable target group the opportunity to purchase a device at affordable prices for study and home use. So we are closing the digital divide in Brussels. https://www.circular.brussels/over-circular-brussels/

[3] Paradigm is the public interest organisation working on the digital transformation in the Brussels-Capital Region. As such, it acts as an orchestrator of digital capabilities by developing greater coherence, mutualisation and cross-functionality, while accelerating the transition for all. https://www.paradigm.brussels/en/paradigm

[4] Digital transformation is disrupting and transforming the business world. But digital is not an intangible industry. The environmental challenges that accompany digital transformation are still too often poorly addressed. Today, digital technology represents 3 to 4% of greenhouse gas (GHG) emissions worldwide and 2.5% of the national carbon footprint (2023 study – ARCEP). The ecological footprint of digital technology risks increasing further: boom in energy consumption, increase in greenhouse gas emissions, worsening of soil and air pollution, depletion of non-renewable resources, erosion increased biodiversity or even more and more difficult management of the extraction and end of life of equipment, etc. Responsible digital technology is a process of continuous improvement which aims to reduce the ecological, economic and social footprint of information and communication technologies (ICT).https://label-nr.fr/

[5] Remicourt is a municipality of Wallonia located in the province of Liège, Belgium. On January 1, 2006, Remicourt had a total population of 5,012.

[6] Aeonics is a deep-tech company specialized in the eco-design and implementation of sustainable and efficient digital services. The company is currently present in France and Benelux. https://www.aeonics.io/en/about

[7] Ethernetics is a conscious, digital, sustainable technology company with a clear mission: decarbonise data centres and offer a piece of the puzzle in making the internet greener. Sustainability is core for Ethernetics, both in our solutions as well as how we operate. We source and produce our PDU locally (in Belgium and Europe) with a circular mindset from the design to production. Our aim is to efficiently manage the supply chain by working with suppliers and reduce environmental impact of our products and services. https://ethernetics.tech/our-company/

[8] Lierde is a municipality located in the Flemish Ardennes, the hilly southern part of the Belgian province of East Flanders in the Denderstreek. The municipality comprises the towns of Deftinge, Hemelveerdegem, Sint-Maria-Lierde and Sint-Martens-Lierde. In 2021, Lierde had a total population of 6,626. The total area is 26.13 km².

[9] levv is a Brussels-based start-up that aims to make digital technology less complex, more human and more sustainable. The solutions it develops aim to create a digital ecosystem that minimises its environmental impact while retaining the benefits of these technologies.  https://levv.io/

[10] Algorila is the result of the experience of 2 business digitalisation professionals. After more than 20 years of experience, they have made the following observation: digital is weighing more and more on the environment and companies are having difficulty promoting their platforms and retaining the loyalty of demanding customers. https://algorila.com/

[gunnygazette-blog]

WEEK #12 GAME-BY-GAME

Last week of the Regular Season...not alotta Drama...just some seeding tiffs...

Game of the Week

* (40) Iron Chickens (0-8) @ (24) Minners (2-6) 0-49

- Minners need to win by 18pts or more…

G#2 (10) D-League Champs (6-3) @ (7) Pee-Rats (8-1) :  28-29

- Should be a slugfest of two different styles...brawler versus finesse...just like Week #6 when physicality won 38-12 for the Pee-Rats…  Much closer...just the same outcome.

G#3 (3) Angry Fairies (8-0) @ (12) Mee-ah-Mee Raid  (5-4) :  35-24

-  The Ugly Uniform crowd found a way to pull it out in the waning moments back in Week two...15-14…and have feasted on a pretty cream puff schedule.  The Raid have struggled to closeout teams in the final minutes and may struggle again this week…an offense that is hot and cold...goes freezing in the fourth.  

G#4 (13) Hooded Snakes (8-1) @ (4) Du-vowel Raid (9-0) :  19-31

- Not exactly winner takes all…but almost…  At risk is the #2 seed.  Thanks to a week three Raid win...23-20…they have a 2pt lead in composite scoring…  The reason why they don’t get the full 3pts...is because a tie in the composite score would favor the serpent’s higher scoring offense.   So not only must the legless-ones must win...but by 3pts or more.

G#5 (15) Du-vowel Kitties (5-3) @ (16) Water-Lizzies (6-2) :  9-22

- Both teams battling for the fifth seed...and thanks to a 14-6 week #3 win for the Kitties...they sit in the catbird seat.  

G#6 (22) Tampa spotted Kitties (3-6) @ (18) Southern Spotted Kitties (4-4-1) :  3-17

- Bad Jag vs Meh Jag…  Should the winner have to pick a new mascot?  The Algorithm thinks this game will be closer than I do...but than again...it may not happen...

G#7 (21) Bad Weather (5-3) @ (20) Grizzled-ones (5-4) :  14-35

- Winner jumps the other in the seeding…in a rematch of a 14-13 Wk3 game that saw the Clouds winning a home game…  Now they are on the road...Bruised Bruins get their revenge...and the chance to host next weeks rubber match...

G#8 (23) King Kitties (2-7) @ (14) Cow-Pups (5-4) :  0-25

- The Kings without a crown have been pretty toothless...and got clobbered at home in week #9 by this very same team...26-0…  The computer thinks this will almost be a re-run of the previous movie...

G#9 (30) Otha Bull-pups (1-7) @ (19) A-meri-cant’s (4-5) :  16-42

-  Don’t wanna see it...don’t expect it to happen…

G#10 (9) The Newest Comic-als (7-2) @ (38) Ghosts (2-3) :  32-2

- Yeaahh...this could get ugly...

G#11 (11) Chicken-hawks (5-3) @ (31) My lil’ Ponies (4-5) :  49-11

-  Play-off are on the line...wait...who am I kidding…  Should not be close...as only one has realistic aspirations…

G#12 (26) Reaps (1-6-1) @ (8) Otha Sparties (5-4) :  13-53

- They’ve met a few times...but this will be the only time this year...Sparty needs a “get right” game after spending all that money and effort last week only to get ran over...

G#13 (2) Waskily-Weasels (9-0) @ (27) Concrete Shoes (3-6) :  46-0

- Uhmmm...Uhh-uhh-uhh-uhh-uhhhgleee…  If they play...Skunk Bears will be all out to score points...and lots of them…  (Than again...when do they not?)…  The Gangsta’s don’t have enough speed to keep up...but the Waskily-ones might trip a few times..

G#14 (34) Terrible Tigs (0-9) @ (5) A.R.M.Y. (7-2) :  0-73

….somebody is going to be padding some stats...

FORFEIT CITY and the SHOULD HAVE BEENS

(NR) Chum Bait (0-2) @ (35) Otha Kitties (2-7) :  16-25

(25) RainCoats (5-3) @ (29) F-Criminals (3-5) :  6-21

(24) Minners (2-6) @ (39) N-Criminals (0-9) :  23-3

(40) Iron Chickens (0-8) @ (28) Rubber Snakes (4-4) :  12-49

* (NR) Chum Bait (0-2) @ (6) North Weasels (9-0)

* (17) Jesters (3-6) @ (36) Feather Dusters (3-6)

* (32) Corpse Munchers (0-9) @ (1) Sorry-Ass Champs (9-0)

- (32) Corpse Munchers (0-9) @ (36) Feather Dusters (3-6) :  25-7

- (1) Sorry-Ass Champs (9-0) @ (17) Jesters (3-6) :  42-8

- (6) North Weasels (9-0) @ (33) No-Sho-Bruins (0-6) :  44-0

[ghostcat3000]

First line game

I was tagged by my badminton partner, @irazor. thank you 💗

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors.

1. The Dull Flame of Desire (Even/Isak, SKAM, E, 11k, co-write with @irazor): In general, Even wouldn’t consider himself a lucky guy

2. The Boyfriend Experience (Even/Isak, SKAM, E, WIP, co-write with @irazor): It’s hot as balls. 

3. but everything must be dared (Olivia/Elía, Call Me By Your Name, E, 14k): When Olivia says Later!—over her shoulder, at the piazzetta, the breakfast table, leaving the swim trough in a bright green two-piece, water dripping down her long legs and arms, smile as bright and breezy as a tooth advert—her cheek dimples on one side but her eyes remain cool.

3. Burn Bright (Isak/Even, SKAM, T, 92k): One of the many tricks that Isak plays, in order to fool himself into sleeping, is to pretend that there is no end to the week; the work never stops.

4. Haunt Me Then (Isak/Even, SKAM, M, 8k, co-write with @ashotofjac): A woman with sharp brown eyes and a single braid hanging down her back stares directly into the camera.

5. I. Allegro con molto brio (Oliver/Elio, Call Me By Your Name, T, WIP): Stop. Count to four. Let’s go back the beginning.

6. A Careful Intervention (Daryl & Steve, The Zero Effect, G, 4k): After the great shitshow that is 2017, Steve Arlo resigns once again from his law firm.

7. IV. Finale: Rubato e affettuoso (Elio/Oliver, Call Me By Your Name, E, WIP): Where to start?

8. III. Rondo: Allegretto Moderato (Elio/Oliver, Call Me By Your Name, M, 33k): “Soon.” The answer, the promise, the sweetness of its certainty.

9. II. Andante (Elio/Oliver, Call Me By Your Name, T, 11k): You haven’t been out, not like this, in years and there is a quasi-comic element to your preparations.

10. Exile on Main St. (Jessica/Luke, Jessica & Matt, The Defenders/Jessica Jones/Alias, M, 19k): On paper, it sounds like an easy gig.

11. We Must Refuse to Disappear (June/Nick, The Handmaid’s Tale, M, 5k) I don’t mean to make you choose but you need to know that you will have to.

12. The Eternal Face (Maria Enders & Valentine, The Clouds of Sils Maria, NR, 5K): It's 8:45 a.m. in Sfântu Gheorghe, Romania, and I’m entangled in Maria Enders’ scarf.

13. What We Have Common (Weevil & Logan, Veronica Mars, T, WIP): His thumb is on his tongue and then it’s on the page, turning it, 67 left.

14. New Ways (Elektra/Matt, Daredevil, M, 4k): Matt Murdock’s door is unlocked—it’s the third time in as many weeks.

15. A Fool For Your Face (Gretchen/Jimmy, You’re the Worst, M, 8k): The days after Becca and Vernon’s shitstorm of a party were golden, as if he and Gretchen were finally alone.

16. The Earthly City (Matt/Claire, Daredevil, E, 27k): A man who metes out justice for his city doesn’t get colds.

17. Five Stages of Grief (The Never Mind The Albatross Remix) (Veronica/Logan, Veronica Mars, T, -1k): For one queasy moment you think no.

18. Legs Up To Her Waist (The French Have a Phrase for It Remix) (Nick Miller & Veronica Mars, New Girl/Veronica Mars, T, 1k): It was a reasonably warm night on an unseasonably cold day, the kind of night that brought in all the neighborhood drunks early, eager for the company of one another, to titter like birds or old ladies, the kind of day he dreaded because once the bonhomie blurred and faded, usually by the fifth or six Mai Tai, all that was left was regret and the faint smell of peanut dust.

19. Unheard Music (Veronica Mars/Logan Echolls, Veronica Mars, T, 9k): Another Tuesday, another yell-at-bullying-assholes-day at good old Neptune High.

20. Under the Snow (Gilda Mundson Farrell/Johnny Farrell, Gilda, T, 10k): Who were they really when they had no names?

I’m tagging @ferrame, @balloonwhisk, @eirabach, @lokkanel, @anaisanais-stuff, @thegirlnooneknows5 —no pressure!

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hullo! I was wondering if you knew any johnlock fics where Sherlock thinks that they're in a relationship but they're not? Thanks!

AMBIGUOUS RELATIONSHIPS

Hey Lovely!

Sorry for the title above, I use them now to quickly ID a post when I draft them, LOL LOL!!

I only know of a few fics that is almost exactly this criteria:

A Need To Know Basis by mattsloved1 (G, 934 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Romance) – As the cab door shut firmly, the DI had yelled out they were to make an appearance at Scotland Yard the next day. It was while John watched London pass by that it happened.

How To Give Your Boyfriend Who Doesn’t Know He’s Your Boyfriend the Best Valentine’s Day Ever by unicornpoe (T, 9,832 w., 1 Ch. || Valentine’s Day, Fluff and Crack, Soft Sherlock, POV Sherlock) – Sherlock is pretty sure that John Watson is his boyfriend. He’s also pretty sure that John doesn’t know it. But with a little help from a magazine, some friends, three crepes, five dates, one awesome CD, and a stalker van, John is bound to realize just in time for Valentine’s Day.

Winter’s Delights by Kate_Lear (E, 21,173 w., 1 Ch. || Holmes Family, Christmas, Fake Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Bed Sharing, Domestics) – Sherlock takes John home for Christmas to meet the extended Holmes family. Part 1 of Winter’s Delights

You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners by ardenteurophile (T, 23,584 w., 9 Ch. || Pre-Slash, Drama, Fluff & Angst, Humour, Romance) – Sherlock takes John along for Christmas dinner with Mycroft and Mummy (And “Anthea”, too). Over the course of the evening, John realises that everyone in the room - apart from him - seems to think that he and Sherlock are a couple. Part 2 of Xmas Dinners Verse

The Soul Remembers by i_ship_an_armada (E, 43,636 w., 10 Ch. || Oblivion AU || Post-Apocalypse, Movie Fusion, Science Fiction, Action/Adventure, Angst, Dreams, Bittersweet Ending) – John Watson is the lone security repairman stationed on a desolate, nearly-ruined future Earth. His dreams are plagued by a tall, dark-haired man, and when his dreams meet reality, he will be forced to question everything he believes is the truth about his life.

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And here are several others that are close-but-not-quite:

So, this is normal for us now? by TooManyChoices (M, 1,445 w., 1 Ch. || Bed Sharing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Est. Rel., Cuddles) – John and Sherlock have been sharing a flat, and a life for some time. This is a story of how the glacially slow movement of their relationship makes another agonising crawl forward another inch.

The Case of the Made-Up Case by DoubleNegative (T, 2,394, 1 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Clubbing, First Kiss, For Science) - Sherlock takes John to a club. For a “case.” Yes, John, a case. Part 1 of The (Secret) Adventures of Sherlock Holmes

Get It All in Writing by aceofhearts61 (T, 2,423 w., 1 Ch. || Ace Sherlock / Straight John, Love Letters, Romantic Friendship, Asexuality, Schmoop) – Sherlock and John write each other love notes. Part 8 of A Love with No Name

Surety by hudders (G, 2,477 w., 1 Ch. || Jealous Sherlock, Drunk John, Drunk Lestrade, Drinking, Alcohol) – Sherlock is pissed because it seems that four pints of larger, two shots of tequila and a glass of wine has resulted in Lestrade becoming a little bit too friendly with everyone. And by everyone, Sherlock really means John.

Where You Are by Mazarin221b (E, 2,478 w., 1 Ch. || Beach Sex, First Time, Fluff, Smut, Holidays, Pining) – He can admit he’s secretly a little glad Sherlock didn’t come with him. He needs a break. Sherlock is a handful at the best of times, and the near-constant apologizing, fixing, dealing-with, and following up on is exhausting. The near-constant unrequited attraction is a bit exhausting, too, to be honest, and John could really use a tiny bit of rest from the relentless hammering on his brain and heart.

Rooftop Confession by Random_Nexus (T, 2,514 w., 1 Ch. || Ace Sherlock, Developing Relationship, Friendship / Love, Angsty Fluff) – Sherlock asks John to join him for a slightly unexpected discussion.

Bagged & Tagged by Regency (T, 3,339 w., 1 Ch. || Drunken Confessions, Fluff and Crack, Marriage Proposal) – A very inebriated John devises a clever means of proposing marriage to Sherlock. Unfortunately he’s forgotten all about it by the next morning.

A Bit of Indulgence by beltainefaerie (NR, 3,364 w., 1 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Pride Parade, Declarations of Love, Fluff, Dev. Rel., Case Fic) – A case leads John and Sherlock to fake being boyfriends and John runs into an old acquaintance.

Christmas at Holmes Cottage by johnlockedstarkid (G, 4,295 w., 7 Ch. || Christmas, Fake Relationship, Love Confessions, Holmes Family, Pining, Kisses, Fluff, Allusions to Mystrade) – Sherlock doesn’t want to have to deal with his mother’s wishes for him to find a partner when he goes to visit them for Christmas, so asks John to pose as his boyfriend. Little does he know he’s not the only one who wishes that the relationship could be real.

five times sherlock holmes lied to john watson (and one time he finally told the truth) by miss_frankenstein (G, 5,948 w., 5 Ch. || TAB Compliant || Homophobia, Pining Sherlock, Oscar Wilde Trials, Happy Ending) – Set in “The Abominable Bride” universe, this piece adopts a familiar format to chronicle Sherlock’s quiet suffering in the wake of the 1895 Oscar Wilde trials and the particular way they affect his relationship with (and feelings for) John.

Five Times John Noticed But Didn’t Really by ScandalousMinds (T, 6,383 w., 5 Ch. || Domestics, Fluff/Angst, Bratty Sherlock, Idiots, Pre-Slash, Jealous Sherlock, Love Confessions) – 5 times John (thought) he noticed something peculiar about his and Sherlock’s relationship but really missed the obvious.

that thing you like by misspamela (E, 7,165 w., 1 Ch. || Holmes Family, Fake Relationship, Friends to Lovers) – “Happy Christmas, etc. etc.” Sherlock and John go to the Holmes’ for Christmas, and everyone thinks they’re together.

Unkissed by 221b_hound (E, 7,506 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, First Kiss/Time, John Thinks Sherlock is Ace, Dream-Merman-John, Kissing, Hand Jobs, Frottage, Hugs, Sherlock Doesn’t Realize They’re in a Relationship) – Sherlock returned from the dead a year ago. John returned to Baker Street six months ago. They’ve been in a couple since then. or at least, not NOT a couple. For two smart men, they sure can be dumb. Luckily, an art thief tries to drown Sherlock, Sherlock has a fever dream and things are about to change. Part 1 of the Unkissed series

What Meets the Eye by worldaccordingtofangirls (M, 8,251 w., 1 Ch. || Amnesia, Fluff, Hospital) – Amnesia is just another case to solve. Piece together unfamiliar faces, reconstruct the old identity, the lost reality. A challenge that Sherlock could even enjoy. He can read people like books. The man with the silver hair is his boss. The tottering old woman, his landlady. The girl with the worried look in her eyes… infatuated. And as for John Watson? His husband. Obviously.

Bread and Wine and Curry Once a Week by cwb (E, 8,737 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Stroppy Sherlock, Love Letters, POV John) – Sherlock asks John for relationship advice. Little does he know that it’s him that Sherlock is in love with.

A Lifetime Together by LondonGypsy (M, 8,886 w., 1 Ch. || Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Falling in Love, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Pining Idiots, Alternating POVs, Domestics, Retirement) – John and Sherlock falling in love.

The River Variations by withoutawish (T, 11,619 w., 1 Ch. || Soulmates, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Three Garridebs, Romance, Light Case Fic, Near Death Experience, Angst and Fluff, Dark Humour) – John Watson never knew that he wanted a ‘no toast in the mornings’ normal until he realized what an honor it is to be destroyed by Sherlock Holmes.

John Watson doesn’t have a Boyfriend by naughtyspirit (E, 18,932 w., 7 Ch. || UST / URT, Fluff & Smut, Voyeurism, Masturbation) – John’s date has gone very well. Sherlock requires tea. John wishes he hadn’t resolved that their relationship was strictly hands off and isn’t about to address it. Unless he has to. Smut, fluff and shower time for a naked John Watson.

Just a Kiss by emmagrant01 (E, 19,695 w., 7 Ch. || 5+1, Case Fic) – Five times John and Sherlock kissed because of a case and one time they kissed for real.

Through the Clouds by Mazarin221b (E, 20,004 w., 6 Ch. || Retirement, Sussex, Bees, Home Improvement, First Time, Romance) – Sherlock takes a remarkably early retirement at 47, and convinces John that a change of pace would do them both good. They buy an old cottage on the South Downs, and exchange their nonstop life in Baker Street for quiet contemplation, bee studies, and book writing. They might go completely insane, but sometimes it takes stepping outside of the life you’re living to find the life you want. Part 1 of Through The Clouds

The White Lotuses by SilentAuror (E, 20,340 w., 1 Ch. || Slowburn, Domestic, Romance) – One day John realises that he just isn’t where he belongs, which is back at Baker Street with Sherlock. So he goes back and Sherlock, in his own way, courts him. Romance.

5 Times John Got the Girl (and lost her) and 1 Time John Got the Guy (and kept him) by LiviKate (M, 21,695 w., 6 Ch. || 5 and Ones, Kissing, Oblivious / Awkward Sherlock, BAMF / Sexy / Stud John, Embarassed John, John’s Scar, Hurt/Comfort, Jealous Sherlock) – John has always had good luck with the ladies. He’s charming, friendly and funny, not to mention great in bed. However, his usual skill with the opposite sex is constantly being thwarted by Sherlock and his outbursts. How will John ever get a leg over when Sherlock is always cockblocking him?

Ghost Stories by SwissMiss (M, 22,256 w., 1 Ch. || Pining, Holmes Family, Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, First Time) – Sherlock’s parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something.

Among the Secret Things by Kate_Lear for coloredink (E, 26,073 w., 14 Ch. || Angst, Drama, Amnesia) – Sherlock would be the last person to describe himself as given to flights of fancy, but at the look on Lestrade’s face he could swear that something inside him curls up and dies. Part 1 of Among the Secret Things

Five Times They Kissed for a Case, and One Time They Kissed for Real by fleetwood_mouse (M, 32,406 w., 6 Ch. || 5+1, Slow Burn, Fluff / Angst, Mutual Pining, Friends to Lovers) – A stolen ring! An artful blogger! And many more adventures for your enjoyment.

Where Else Would I Be? by cwb (E, 34,910 w., 10 Ch. || Retirementlock, Domestic Fluff, Falling in Love, Parentlock, Fluff and Smut, Reminiscing) – John and Sherlock’s five-year-old granddaughter spends the weekend with them in Sussex. Sherlock happily indulges her whims, and John takes care of them while quietly revisiting the past thirty years of their lives together.

An Experiment in Empathy Series by belovedmuerto (T, 62,397 w. across 13 stories || Empath AU || Psychic John, Psychic-by-Proxy Sherlock, Empathy, Psychic Bond, Romance / Bromance) – In which John is an empath, Sherlock is Sherlock, and an epic bromance happens. In the aftermath of The Great Game, John creates an unexpected bond between himself and Sherlock. Now they have to learn how to deal with it. John is better at this than Sherlock is.

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BUT I have done a list in the past called “Do They Know They’re in a Relationship?” so I think you will enjoy that one too :)

If any of my Lovelies have any fics that meet the criteria, please let us know!!! Otherwise in the meantime, I think you’ll also enjoy these lists :)

[kmaybank]

Chapter 3 is out and I'm on cloud nr 9 and simultaneously I'm afraid to start reading it. Hah! ✌😭 I'm feeling like Ron Weasley on that gif: you're gonna suffer...but you're gonna be happy about it!

hahahah I love that 😂 even though it’s not one of my happiest chapters yet I hope you enjoyed it! and if it’s too sad just remember... there’s always next chapter! (well, until there isn’t, but that’s talk for another time)

🥰❤️

[rosethornewrites]

NR, E, & M reading since 9/16

Unfinished

Not Rated:

soul like a message in a bottle, by enbysaurus_rex

I'm incapable of only writing one (or two, or even three) things at a time and sooo I tried to keep this one short? based on the post

https://www.tumblr.com/questbedhead/713799067898167296?source=share

Cry me a river, by dancing_with_demons

Objectively, he knew he wasn’t meant for the finer things in life. He was a servant. Servants weren’t meant for finer things.

So he knew when he'd first laid his eyes on Lan Wangji that the other man was practically untouchable for him.

...

Or, the one where Wei Ying loses his early childhood memories due to severe illness and is adopted by the Mo family when he's very young. Ten years later, Mo Xuanyu meets Lan Wangji and falls in love with him. Lan Wangji who is already betrothed to Wei Ying.

Explicit:

Trials of Time, by Muggle_Diary (14 chapters)

Wei Ying and Lan Zhan are thrown back in time. Wei Ying leaves the Jiang Sect.

intents and in tents, by mexicantt (🔒)

No summary

Recurrent, by Solmae (2 chapters)

Based on a WuJi event prompt, set in Mo Dao Zu Shi novel post-canon.

An accident reverts Wei Wuxian’s appearance from that of Mo Xuanyu to his old self from his first life. Wei Wuxian is finding it rather enjoyable being taller, more built, and even more handsome. (Hey, he did rank as the fourth-most-handsome in his youth.)

Unfortunately, Lan Wangji doesn’t seem to feel the same.

I Have But One Song, by KingdomFlameVIII (2 chapters)

It is shortly after Jiang Yanli’s upcoming marriage to Jin Zixuan is announced to the world, that another type of news is whispered around the cultivation world.

Lan Wangji has been cursed. It is a lover’s curse, they say. A sleeping curse. There is only one cure, a cure nearly as rare as the curse itself.

True love’s kiss.

They believe it is hopeless for Wangji, who had never even so much as glanced at a woman, let alone courted or shown affection towards one.

Still, the Lan clan puts the word out: anyone who holds Lan Wangji in their heart is invited to the Cloud Recesses, to make their attempt to lift the spell.

Enter Yiling Laozu.

Mature:

A Father's Fury, by heartsdesire456 (3 chapters)

Lan Xichen coming out of seclusion was not, in fact, a happy event. The reason he came out of seclusion was because late one night, Jiang Cheng showed up at his cottage with grave news about their nephew, Lan Sizhui.

still and silent waters in the middle of a storm, by anna_june

[Lan Wangji] fights to put a face and name to the voice, then fights even harder to choke down another wave of nausea. Wen Xu barely gives him a moment to prepare himself before he’s being hauled up to his feet. The world sparks and crackles and suddenly Lan Wangji is heaving up his empty stomach over the side of the cart he must have been thrown in. Hot tears drip down his cheeks, but he grits his teeth together and forces his expression back to neutral. Nothing can be done about the tears, but he can maintain his dignity and his silence despite them.

Wen Xu is still talking when Lan Wangji manages to wrangle his attention back in, “-And you’ll tell me where that cowardly brother of yours is, hm? Does that sound like a deal?”

Lan Wangji holds his tongue. The perfect picture of restraint, the model Lan disciple. Wen Xu is cruel, he is unpredictable, he will make Lan Wangji hurt, but Lan Wangji will be resilient. He will not forsake his name. He will not be broken by pain and fear, no matter how strong.

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lan wangji is very hurt after the attack on cloud recesses, and he dreams that wei wuxian has come to comfort him

hot for teacher, by attackofthezee (noxlunate)

“I date!” Wei Ying protests, “I could be dating. You don’t know my life A-Yuan. I could be going on plenty of dates.” He’s not. He occasionally finds a booty call on tinder or grindr or whatever miscellaneous dating app he has on his phone at the time, but he hasn’t even done that in a while.

“When? You’re pretty much always with me when you’re not at work.”

“Maybe I’m a secret agent, living a double life, raising you nights and weekends and solving crimes with a partner during the day. I could pull it off, you know?”

“Dad,” A-Yuan says seriously.

Wei Ying blinks at him and says “Wei Yuan,” in his best imitation of seriousness.

In which Wei Ying is a young single father whose son is possibly scheming to set him up with his history teacher.

Finished

Not Rated:

The Lan Dyad: A Star Wars Story, by mondengel (🔒)

A new Dyad was born in the Force.

go forward slowly, by LadyKG (🔒)

It used to be a simple fact of life, like any other. The sky was blue. Fire burned. Yu Ziyuan would marry into a strong sect and bring honor to her family. And, in turn, this would bring happiness.

A simple fact of life.

Except...

"We could leave."

"What?"

"We could leave," Yu Ziyuan repeated.

"You want to run away with me?" Madam Jin blinked at her.

Except life was never that simple.

OR, the one where Madam Yu and Madam Jin run away together and take the children with them because they're tired of their lives and their husbands...

Explicit:

The "Patriarch" Was Supposed to be Ironic (or, Wei Wuxian, Chief Cultivator), by groignequi

Wei Wuxian makes a wish he didn't intend; Lan Wangji creates a path forward.

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The form flickers, letting curls of smoke form something like a smile, and responds, “What is it you want, patriarch?”

And Wei Wuxian, incautious at the wrong (the right) moment, says “A way to fix all of it.”

He hears the reply: “As you wish.”

He knows he’s made a mistake the second the form disperses, moving too fast and in too many directions to be called back and subdued.

___

Only a few hours later, in Koi Tower, a visiting handmaid finds her madam crying over rumors about her daughter’s marriage.

Bloodsport, by SkullFeather3063 (🔒)

Before Jiang Fengmian could find him an orphaned Wei Wuxian was rescued by Baoshan Sanren. He was raised up in the celestial mountains by people who loved and adored him, looking forward to the day he got to descend and follow in his mother's footsteps.

Confident in his abilities but lost in his knowledge of this new world, Wei Wuxian decided to attend the educational event at Cloud Recesses to integrate himself into the Cultivation World.

Here was where his story began, where love first blossomed, and a new world was forged for the two youths.

This is a story about love and what people will do to get a taste of it...

this is our vow, by orro (🔒)

Waking up in Gusu isn’t a surprise but waking up as a teenager is enough to make Wei Wuxian scream, disrupting the precious silence of the Cloud Recesses.

Wei Wuxian had been given a second chance when he was brought back to life. But this time, he can truly fix everything, and if he can’t find a way back then at least he can make some things right that he could never atone enough for.

Mature:

Your Song Called Me, Can't Believe I am Late, by Padma_Warrior (🔒)

" Forgive me! I beg you, please!." A sharp smile.

" You didn't listen when he said please, so tell me. Why. Should. I?"

Sometimes, people forget. They forget that the Nightless City witnessed a bloodbath because some hurt the loved ones of the Yilling Patriarch. They forget that while Wei Wuxian wouldn't even bat an eye if you cut off his meridians — the same cannot be said for those he cares for.

The world pays a price to be reminded.

I Am No Longer Here, by Forever_Marie

Wei Ying fell off the cliff.

Lan Zhan followed after him.

They find themselves in the past. Who else followed these two?

[cecilspeaks]

162 - “Alpha”

Absence makes the heart grow fonder. Fear makes the heart grow louder. And death makes the heart grow flowers. Welcome to Night Vale.

Amelia Anna Alfaro was always the best at everything. On the day she was born, she was named the healthiest baby at Night Vale General Hospital. The doctors had never seen a healthier baby. “What a healthy baby,” they said from behind a bullet proof two-way mirror, as they operated the robotic arms that carefully held the infant aloft. The doctors high-fived each other, missing slightly. The trick, by the way, is to keep your eye on the other person’s elbow. That or glue high-powered magnets to each person’s hand. And all of the nurses cheered from dozens of feet down the hallway, where they were playing with a standard Tarot deck, common in most neonatal units. This cheering was unrelated to Amelia’s birth. The nurses had drawn the ten of swords, which is everyone’s favorite card. It features a relaxed man receiving acupuncture by a river.

Amelia learned to walk at 4 months, and to talk at 6 months. She read Plato’s “Republic” for the first time at age 4. She taught herself German and began to write sonnets in that language at age 7. At age 10, she won her first engineering competition after designing a concrete canoe that could float even on the most turbulent water. There is no body of water in Night Vale, so she had to prove her work using a software she wrote that generated three-dimensional models to corroborate her advanced mechanical physics formulas. She even won the state spelling bee five years in a row, from ages 9 to 13. Her streak was only broken when the spelling bee was canceled, after the sponsors lost their dictionary.

Amelia was always the best, and her mother knew it. Her mother was proud of her daughter, or rather, her mother was proud of herself for producing such a daughter. Or rather, she was proud of both, in a way that was difficult for them to untangle. Amelia’s mother was named Yvette. Yvette could not afford much for her daughter. She worked long hours to earn the respect of her bosses, which (-) [0:04:32] her promotions and larger paychecks, but Yvette had hit the glass ceiling. She did not want this limitation for her daughter. Her daughter would need to be smarter, more talented, and more driven than she. Yvette wanted Amelia’s value to the world to be so great that no one could deny her success.

Yvette recognized Amelia’s specialness and pushed hard to make her even more special, signing Amelia up for athletics and adult learning classes and piano lessons. Amelia sometimes pushed against this. “Mother, I don’t want to” was met with, “But you will, Amelia.” “Why?” was met with, “Because I said so.” “I hate you for this” was met with, “You will love me for it later.”

Begrudgingly, Amelia fulfilled her mother’s wishes. It wasn’t because she understood her mother’s motivation to secure her child a better life, nor was it because Amelia did not have the stomach to fight back. No, Amelia did it because it all came so easy. She was a black belt, a sharp shooter, an academic decathlon champion. She wrote her first novel at age 12, it was called “A Golden Age for Parachuting”, in which an all-Jewish female parachute team wins Olympic gold in 1936 Berlin in front of Adolf Hitler. In the publisher’s rejection letter, the editor said the novel was “immaculately written, however parachuting stories are out of vogue. Do you have anything about magical baseball players?” Amelia did. It was a novel called “One Last Swing for the Tuesday Boys”, but she had written it in German and did not have time to translate the “Dienstag Jungen” manuscript, because she was currently taking a course on bird husbandry.

Yvette enrolled the teenage Amelia in night classes at the community college, where she took English 113, “Sonnets are for lovers”; structural engineering 212, “Buttress is a funny word”; and meteorology 301, “Clouds y’all, amirite?” She earned all As and scores for college credit before she even graduated high school. None of these challenges were difficult for Amelia. She was the best at everything.

But her life was not perfect. Because of the voices. It was the voices that made life hard for Amelia. From birth, she heard the constant chatter of dozens of people. None of the voices spoke directly to  Amelia, they just talked and talked about their lives, and Amelia was afraid of the voices and what the voices might imply about herself. She found solace in puzzles, crosswords, nonograms, acrostics, cryptics, Sudoku, which I think is the one where you have to catch a bunch of marbles with a lever operated hippopotamus. Her mother hated Amelia’s puzzle vice. If she caught Amelia doing puzzles, Yvette would make Amelia go practice archery or write poetry or at least listen to classical music. Amelia’s favorite was Van Cliburn’s masterful 1961 record of Rachmaninoff’s “Piano Concerto nr 13: Knuckles on the Black Keys”. When she was thinking through the solution of a puzzle, the voices did not speak to her. All was silent. It was her only time of peace. It was the only time her body could rest and curl up comfortably into her own thoughts. Anything that took her away from her logic problems including music, no matter how soothing, invited the voices back into Amelia’s thoughts.

Amelia was accepted to several top colleges across the country, including MIT, Stanford, Rice and The University of What It Is, but she wanted to stay near her home town and her family, so she went to State. Hey, that’s where my brother-in-law went! Go State! [chuckles] Ahem. She was elected the youngest president of the student body ever at age 17, and graduated valedictorian two years later. Her friends, her professors, her mother all knew the world was Amelia’s. She could become poet laureate or a senator or a supreme court justice or a quantum physicist. But she became none of those. This is not to say Amelia was not successful or that she amounted to nothing. It is to say, the semantics of success were her own and no one else’s. Amelia became an air traffic controller. The voices never told Amelia to become an air traffic controller, they were never that specific. The voices did not tell her to do anything, they simply talked about first dates, about  apartment hunting, about their grandmothers’ improved health, about a bad movie they sort of loved. None of the voices talked directly to her, it was simply as though she overheard conversations from lives lived somewhere else. Other people and their quotidian hopes and worries and interests. She tried seeing therapists and psychiatrists. She tried medication to stop the voices, but nothing worked. Eventually she decided they were not harmful voices and that she was not dealing with schizophrenia. She simply heard people talking at all hours about all things, having nothing to do with her. And they never told her to become an air traffic controller. Amelia chose her own career, her own path. Others though the reason was that it was the fist job opportunity to present itself for her. Maybe it was her admiration of aircraft, maybe a moral sense of serving humanity through public safety and comfort. In fact, it was none of these reasons. But it should not be surprising to know that Amelia was very good at air traffic control. She was calm, clear, and efficient. The Night Vale international airport, although when Amelia started it was just a commuter hub, has never had a high volume of plane traffic and almost all of those are departures. There are very few arrivals. My husband Carlos, he’s a scientist and he is also very good at his job, tells me that it’s impossible to have far more departures than arrivals, but I told him, not everything has to make sense all the time.

So, in some ways, air traffic control in Night Vale was easier for Amelia than just about any other class or job or task she’d ever attempted. It appeared from the outside to be far below her capabilities. She held that job for 20 years, even taking over as president of the Night Vale chapter of air traffic controllers’ union. In 2004, she was featured in the cover of “Afformative”, a monthly trade magazine for air traffic controllers. The headline of the article was “You’re cleared for success”. In 2006, she was asked to deliver the keynote speech at the annual Roger Con, a conventional for air traffic controllers and fans of air traffic control. It’s a huge deal, held every year in Orlando. People dress like their favorite airline pilots and wait in long lines for autographs from top flight attendants. There are even panel discussions about everything from the best textiles for seat cushions to secret first class meal offerings. Amelia was the best at what she did. She probably would have been the best poet laureate or senator, but this was the path she chose. She chose this path because of the voices, not from what they said, but what they didn’t say. When Amelia was in the control tower, when she was communicating with captains and co-pilots and navigators, her head was clear. All was silent. It was like those many nights, sneaking a copy of the crossword from the newspaper on the kitchenette and solving it by flashlight under her covers. She became an air traffic controller to be by herself, to become her own person. Her mother was disappointed, but loved her in spite of it. Her professors were let down, but still had many fabulous of their greatest student. Her friends were just happy she was happy.

Things changed on June 15, 2012, when Delta flight 18713 made radio contact. In her tall tower, at her tiny airport, in the middle of a vast desert, in the middle of the American Southwest, an airplane appeared on Amelia’s radar. It was carrying 143 passengers and 6 crew members and was flying from Detroit to Albany over the great lakes of the American Northeast. It appeared briefly, the green dot blinking in and out of existence like the sun glinting off a water ripple. It was almost unnoticeable. But everyone noticed it. Later, Amelia was the only one who admitted to noticing it. The radio transmission was equally brief, a surge of static and only one word, difficult to discern but she heard it. “Alpha” was the single word. The letter A in the Nato alphabet. It was garbled, so maybe it wasn’t that word, maybe it was some more adult variation of “Oh fudge”. Alpha. Oh fudge. It was unclear. Amelia requested identification of the aircraft. She requested further communication, but nothing came. As soon as it had squawked, it had gone silent. But while the radio communication was silent, the voices were not. On June 15, 2012, upon hearing a word that sounded like “alpha”, these myriad conversations returned. No one else in the tower could hear them, but Amelia Anna Alfaro could. And for the first time in her life, she began to speak back to them. Everyone else in the tower could hear that. The voices did not cease. The voices continued for days and days and Amelia tried to talk back with them. As one voice said: “I have an interview on Monday,” Amelia would ask “for what job” or if a voice said, “We went to Palm Springs on vacation,” Amelia would say, “Did you also travel out to the Salton Sea?” But over and over, no response. The voices did not affect the quality of Amelia’s work, but it did affect the perceived quality of her work, and her colleagues became uncomfortable with and distrusting of Amelia.

A month later, Amelia heard that word again from one of the voices. “Alpha”. The same voice that radioed in June. But upon hearing it again, she realizes that they didn’t say “alpha” at all. What they said, coming up.

But first The weather.

[“Skinchanger” by Skeptic skepticdeath.bandcamp.com]

The voices said “Alfaro”. The word had been truncated just as the airplane’s appearance in Night Vale had been truncated. The voice saying the word was the captain of the aircraft, and he had been trying to tell Amelia something. The pilot was trying to tell Amelia that he knew her, had always known her since her birth. He didn’t know how he knew her, just that he did, and he wanted to tell her he had found her. And she should find him. “Where are you,” Amelia asked the captain. “No Where,” the voice said. “Did you land?” Amelia asked. “Yes,” the voice said. “Were there injuries?” Amelia asked. “Minor,” the voice said. “Do you hear the other voices too?” Amelia asked. “Yes,” the captain said. “I’m with them right now. Find us, Amelia.” “Where are you?” Amelia asked again, louder, more scared than before. “No Where,” the voice said, not like the vague concept of in no place but No Where, two words capitalized like the name of a specific place. Amelia felt a tap on her shoulder. It was another air traffic controller. “Uh, boss wants to see you, Amelia,” they said. But Amelia did not go to see the boss. She knew. She knew her time in the tower was done. She grabbed her belongings and walked to the elevator, out across the tarmac to a shuttle to a parking lot and into her car, and no one saw her again. Her friends said she always talked about going back to school to get an advanced degree. Maybe she went to Stanford. Or Rice, or The University of What It Is. Other friends said she had lost all touch with reality, talking to people who were not there, and maybe her mother checked Amelia into the Night Vale asylum.

Yvette says Amelia knew too much, that agents from a vague yet menacing government agency had been to their house and that Amelia must have been taken to a secret location. Representatives from the National Safety and Transportation Bureau in Washington, DC, came to Night Vale two months ago to investigate the disappearance of flight 18713. They are on an undercover mission inside the Night Vale asylum right now, on a tip from Sheriff Sam, to discover more clues into this mystery. Perhaps Amelia is in there too. But I don’t think so. I think she went to find the plane. I think the voices were the passengers on Delta 18713. I think she set out looking for them. Perhaps wandering the desert, the great No Where, to find the people who had been a part of her life since birth.

Amelia. Anna. Alfaro. was always the best at everything. And if anyone will find the plane, she will.

Stay tuned next for our new investment advice show “Billionaire Roulette”.

And as always, Good night, Night Vale, Good night.

Today’s proverb: Love means never having to say “you’re a werewolf”.

[justanoutlawfic]

No: An Outlaw Queen Ficlet

Anonymous on Curious Cat prompted: OQ and nr. 6 ("I lost the baby")

Trigger warning: The premise of this is miscarriage.

She thought it was fate.

 Maybe the infertility potion hadn’t worked. Maybe it could be broken by true love’s kiss. Or true love’s…something else.

 God, she should’ve known not to be so stupid.

 Once Whale told her the news, they were careful. Dear God, they were careful. Robin wanted to shout it from the rooftops and tell everyone, but Regina told him that they should wait until she hit the 12-week mark. It was standard for this sort of thing. He respected her wishes.

 And as it would turn out, they would be the only ones who knew about the pregnancy.

 Regina had been alone in her office when she got the cramps. She went into the office and saw blood. She texted Robin on the way to the emergency room and he left his daughter with the Merry Men. The boys were at school. There was no need for them to leave early.

 By the time she arrived, she already knew what was happening. Sitting in the ugly green paper gown, Robin’s hand clutched through her own, she couldn’t find one ounce of hope. There was no reason for that much blood and this much cramps.

 Whale explained it happened to about 15-25% of pregnancies. There was nothing she could’ve done different. At this stage, they’re more likely than later on. He said they could try again. Regina looked at the wall, tears clouding her vision.

 “This was our only shot,” she whispered.

 For the first time since she met him, Whale is speechless. He leaves the room and Regina is left with her hand still in Robin’s. She thinks of the yellow onesie she bought. With the stupid fluffy star on the front. It was so tiny. She couldn’t remember Henry ever being so small. She knew it was stupid. Her niece would give her so many hand me downs and she was only 9 weeks along. Who was she kidding? You’re not supposed to go shopping that early.

 It would’ve been a girl. All the babies in her families are girls. From Cora down to her beautiful niece that she’ll have to care for when she gets home. She would’ve named her Olivia. It goes well with Henry.

 All of that is gone now.

 She looks up at her husband. “I lost the baby.”

“I know.” Robin’s voice is dry. He’s been crying. “I am so sorry, sweetheart.”

“I am too. I am too.”

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