#fic: heart of stone

[formosusiniquis]

“This is a song off of an album, anyway,” Jeff trails off, trying to let Eddie start the riff for the next song. But he's not about to let this go unchecked.

“Jeffrey,” he drags out the name into as many syllables as he can manage, giving the end a singsong-y trill. “Jeffrey, did you forget which album the next song is off of?”

Gareth isn't mic'd but Freak is, so he can hear that at least one of them picks up his teasing with an ooooh.

“We don't need to tell them what every album is, they paid good money to see us. Hell, some of them probably saw us when we were debuting it.”

“But you announced the last one,” Freak says.

“An excellent point, Freakazoid.” Eddie agrees, “And he certainly set this one up like he was going to share again, didn't he?”

“He did,” Freak's nod is a little more exaggerated than it needs to be, playing it up for the nosebleed seats in the crowd.

“We've got a set list to get to, these people don't wanna be here all night.” Jeff tries.

“This is a Corroded Coffin crowd, my man, they don't bow to the whims of things like a bedtime.”

“Thank you to everyone who took advantage of the AARP presale,” Gareth adds, the bit has gone on long enough that he's had stage crew bring him a mic.

“Gareth had his knee replaced three months ago and he's here. These old fogies can put up with the show going an extra twenty minutes, while we dig down on this right?”

The crowd cheers, Eddie only waves them on a bit to amp them up. He sends his shit eating-est grin Jeff’s way as they shout.

“See, it's fine. Now, did ye of the memory vitamin supplements forget what album the song was from?” He turns to the audience more directly, “The people want to know!”

“Fine, yes, you've written so many songs about fucking Steve, they've all started to blur together. Does that make you happy?”

“Thrilled,” and he is. It's the best thing he's heard all day, and he gets to be on stage again for three generations of fans. “This next one is off of Hunt the Freaks, and it's actually about him fucking me.”

[firemenenthusiast]

—“spades”

ivo x fem!reader

summary: keeping a straight policy is hard when you have a deep voice talking into your ears

warnings: 18+, smut, porn with little plot, unprotected sex (be safe people), cunnilingus, fingering, semi-public sex

a/n: been wanting to write for ivo for a while cuz he’s a babygirl 🙂‍↕️ also we hit another huge milestone !!! WHOHOOOO THANK YOU SO MUCH EVERYONE. this is my gift to you <3

it’s quite unusual for you to come down to the basement where all the geeks work to provide information for the charter, especially you. when you work with them, you’re usually some place else, only being able to hear them through the earpiece all the time.

you couldn’t care less about them, as long as they make sure that everything going in the way of your mission goes away, and that you’re getting paid for whatever extremely dangerous agenda the charter is putting you through. of course that changed when jack’s suddenly not the one receiving the signal at the end of the frequency.

“this is homebound requesting confirmation, can you hear me well ?”

he had a really deep voice. maybe it’s the prickling ice scattered along the climate you were landed on but his voice sent chills down your spine.

“where’s jack ?”

“jack’s not here to assist you today, i am” frowning, you could sense the sternness in his response, as if he’s pissed to be assisting your every movement from now on.

“hey i didn’t ask for you either alright” all you wanted to do was complete the mission assigned as per usual, collect the check and go home. none of this unnecessary chit chat with the people you only wanted to strictly work with. if you could do it all by yourself, you would’ve a long time ago. but you’ve learned a while back that the mission will only go smoothly with the help of the basement geeks sending cues through your earpiece.

so the mission went okay, it would’ve gone well if the one providing you informations was jack, but instead it was some guy named ivo. at least that’s what he referred himself as, and he sounded pretty unsure about everything. as if he was only put on that task for the first time. you are just glad that no parts of you were severed just to complete that mission, especially with an incompetent assistant panicking in the earpiece.

oh how you wished they’d never put anyone else on other than jack, as he was the only one that actually sounds like he knows what he’s doing.

yet you still couldn’t help but paid a visit to the basement the next day you were free.

that particular voice stood out inside your head, lingering around especially when you tried to close your eyes and drift away. it was all you could think of for days until your feet dragged you down to the headquarters, before your lips specifically requested access to the underground labs.

when you finally laid eyes upon the pair of lips that emits that voice, an immediate grin crept itself across your cheeks. your lashes fluttered naturally to look at him, with the curls on top of his head almost grazing the low ceiling of his work area. you just prayed he’ll never bump his head ever. from the long lashes decorating his deep brown eyes to the neat beard on top of his clear tan skin, that voice suited him so well. maybe too well that he was nothing short of pretty.

it was common for other spies to come down to the basement, especially stone. you heard that she was real friendly to everyone she works with, and for her to occasionally come down there is no surprise.

on the other hand, that’s not your style at all. you choose not to expose yourself to unnecessary danger of being close with anyone down there, as you have nothing to give you reason to trust them. so when you appeared in his work area, leaning against his desk on your hips, it came to be quite the surprise.

“wh- ?! what are you doing here ?” there’s that deep voice you missed from the mission again. the whispered tone of his voice told you he was agitated to say the least, having no recollection of you saying anything about coming down there. carefully slipping away to the files room from the main database platform, you then made sure that your footsteps are followed by his much larger ones.

but that was a number of visits before, you couldn’t exactly put a number of how many times has it been. particularly because you almost always end up banging your head on one of the files cabinet that you forgot you were ever down there, and being fucked stupid to the point of brain fog, accompanying you all the way home from your visit.

you’ve succeeded again this time, in getting him to follow you into the control room, hearing him groan in protest as soon as he turns his back against the door

“i told you this is too close to the main platform, do you not see these glass frames ?” he’s pointing around to the see-through panes surrounding the room, obvious that anyone passing through the room will definitely see the both of you. looking up at him, you have to crane your neck to meet his gaze as he’s towering over you.

“let’s go to the back, please” he’s told you that multiple times, trying to convince you that no one ever goes there anyways and the fact that it’s at the other end of the compound

smoothing the palms of your hands across his fabric covered broad chest, your fingers settle to grip on the edge of his sweater. sighing, the firm flesh always feels so good against your hands. smiling up at him, your grip around the edges tighten before pulling him down, your faces now only inches away, allowing you to feel him shiver a breath out through his nose

“where’s the fun in that, hm ?” you grin at him

wasting no time, you’re quick to peel off the ugly sweater off his shoulders, your tugs slick as he’s immediately left only in his top. his large fingers work on the hem of yours, trying to lift them off before stopping and grabbing you by your waist instead, the size of his fingers almost wrapping the entirety of your sides.

“c’mon, we can’t- not here. if anyone sees im done for” the firm grip against your skin makes you stop your work on his belt to look him in the eyes

“you’re right. oh, or i can just leave, you know ?” raising both your eyebrows at him, you cock your head to the side as you earn a look from him, flashing across his eyes

“no- no, please i just- i don’t wanna get caught” he’s half begging, batting his lashes. though you enjoy seeing him like this, a part of you cares if he’s at risk of losing his job because of you.

he tries to make it up to you quickly, planting soft kisses down at the crook of your neck, delicately trailing his lips down towards your breasts before swiftly pulling your top off your head with ease. letting out a soft moan, you lean against the table behind you on your hands, giving him access to keep kissing down your body, his lips now grazing the tip of your nipples through your bra. you forgot how good is he at this, and just how gentle he could be.

“fuck— just take it off” you urge him, to which he looks at you through his pretty lashes, you can feel him grinning against your tits. he’s shaking his head slightly, opposing to your words as he pushes the fabric of your bra, releasing both your mounds to bounce against his cheeks. between the soft flesh and the hardened nipples on his face, he could feel the rush of blood towards his cock, making him moan against your skin.

he’s continuing his kisses on your navel now, with a hand cupping his crotch trying to relieve the pain of blood quickly rushing to his tip. both of his knees are already settled on the hard floor, the palm of his hands steadying himself against your thighs. as soon as his lips get to your jeans, his fingers move fast to unbutton it before pulling it down, the fabric pooling at your ankles.

tilting your head down, you could see him kissing on your clothed pussy with half lidded eyes, his arms moving slightly to help the grip he has on his hard on. you nod your permission to him as he looks at you, raising both his hands to pull your panties down, immediately closing his eyes again as soon as he feels his lips on your soaked puffy folds. feeling the vibration of him moaning against your pussy, your fingers rake across his scalp in between his tight curls.

his sudden sucking on your wetness takes you by surprise, your mouth forming an ‘O’ before he’s lapping in between of your folds, the tip of his tongue flicking against your clit repeatedly. at this point you regretted not listening to him about going to the far back of the compound, as you feel like screaming your lungs out. the pleasure of the flat of his tongue licking on the entirety of your pussy makes you curl your fingers, grabbing at his hair as you couldn’t help but grind against his face.

he’s enjoying having you smother your juices that some of it is beginning to cover his cheeks that he’s moaning, further sending vibrations to the nerves beneath your folds that also has you struggling to conceal the whines pushing past your lips.

“ivo,, fuck—“

“in a second” you manage to make out of his mumble to the strings of curses falling down your lips

he’s now tongue fucking your hole, you can clearly feel the wet appendage sucking at your sensitive clit alternatively. at this point he’s simply burying his face into your pussy, eating you out like he’s been starved for days. the sounds of tongue smacking on the wetness, accompanying the sucking on your hole makes the room sound so dirty.

before you know it he’s sucking on your clit again, flattening his tongue to feel your folds grazing against his tastebuds for the final time before you’re cumming into his mouth, to which he eagerly laps it all up, his face shiny with your wetness clinging onto his skin.

looking down at him, the both of you lock eyes as you try to catch your breaths, bead of sweat already prickling at the surface of your temples. you hadn’t even calmed all the way down before he gets up to tower over you again, turning you so your back is now pressing hard against his chest, his large hands grabbing you by your tits. his swift movements earns a squeak from you, before you could feel him continue your previous work on his belt with his free hand. the clinking sounds of his buckle tells that he’s impatient, his fingers move fast to push his pants down, forcing the crotch to push down his boxers covered cock, making him wince.

“i’ve missed this pussy, fuck—“ you swear his voice just got deeper when you hear him utter against your ear, his teeth grazing the skin at the side of your neck before biting down on it, making sure to leave marks. the last time he did this, it was accidental but fuck, it got him going like a rabid dog.

pushing his boxers down next, his cock springs up from the elastic band as his fingers immediately wrap around his length. collecting saliva at the tip of his tongue, he spits a huge glob of it down for his hand to catch, before carefully spreading the slick all over his cock.

he still has both his hands grabbing your tits, his fingers playfully flicking at the nipples with his head resting at the crook of your neck. your body is flushed against his, sweaty skin sticking against each other’s as you feel his other hand trailing along your waist towards your pussy, before his fingers settle on your puffy folds.

you’re trying to hold onto the elevated bar attached on the wall, feeling your hole being grazed by the tip of fingers before being split open by two of them, the size of his fingers enough to get him another moan from you. it’s almost crazy how you feel so stretched out with just two of his fingers; let alone his cock.

“i swear you’ve the prettiest pussy” he let out, making you lean back further onto his shoulder. of course he thinks that, it’s not like he’s fucked that many, or anyone had ever wanted to fuck him.

plunging his fingers into your pussy, you could feel them against your walls, curling the tip against it. as soon as he finds the spongey spot when he presses down, he pulls his fingers out making you whine in protest.

“oh baby it’s fine, gonna give you my cock now” the words leaving his lips almost make your knees give out, but he has a strong grip across your waist propping you up.

wrapping his fingers around his cock, you could hear the slick sounds of him pumping his shaft before slowing down to position it against your pussy, rubbing the tip in between your folds to collect some of your wetness.

as soon as he thrusts half of his length into your hole, you could hear him sigh as he adjusts his position. he’s pulling his cock back to only leave his tip inside before pushing it all back in again, his large hand squeezing the soft mound of your tit at the pleasure.

“more ivo, please-“ you hear yourself let out, begging him for more, wanting him to just fuck your senseless

“yeah ? tell me what you want” he’s holding his hips back from fucking into you, making you say it before even thinking to move

“fuck me please, fuck me” pretty much sums up everything that you want him to do to you at the moment, not caring about anything else, even if it means that he’s gonna fuck you dumb.

you hear him tsks at you before thrusting hard, his cock slotted tight into your pussy with a loud slapping sound of his hips against your ass.

“so much for being a hard ass, i could just fuck you dumb” his words slip through his gritted teeth, the pleasure of your walls hugging his cock tight have him groaning into your ear.

the thrusts of his hips makes you bounce against his thighs, your tits bouncing in his hand making him squeeze them harder. his other hand moves down your pussy, circling his fingers on your clit at a rapid pace along with his cock fucking into your pussy, your whines sounding perfect in his ears.

“s’good ivo—hmm,”

with the fog starting to cloud your mind it’s clear that he’s fucked you dumb. your hands are holding onto his arms as you struggle not to let your tongue lol past your lips. his thrusts have gone eager and sloppy too, desperately hitting the tip of his cock against your walls trying to get your pussy to make him cum.

as both your highs are starting to chase your conscience, he’s biting down on your shoulder, the pressure’s sure going to leave marks.

“fuck, m’gonna cum” he pants, his thrusts messy

“inside, ivo please” all you could think of in that moment is how good his cum is gonna feel filling you up and oozing out your hole

“hmm fuck— oh fuck, thank you- thank you” you could feel his cock twitching against your walls as he mumbles a string of thank yous, wrapping his arms tightly around your body as he’s cumming, you could feel his warm load spurting inside your pussy, his hips faltering, pumping you full of his cum all while you’re orgasming yourself.

the control room is filled with the sounds of both your moans as you ride out your highs, sounds of staggering heavy breaths and the smell of sex reeks the space.

ivo’s kissing your shoulder gently, slowly pulling his cock out before turning you around to kiss you. returning the kiss, your eyes are half closed as his lips feel so soft against yours, the kiss slow and delicate, in contrast to what he just did. as he pulls away, his lips still close before trailing down to kiss on your tits, wet tongue grazing the nipple with your hands on his head.

he pulls away smiling, reaching down for his pants allowing the both of you to get dressed.

“you gonna visit me again ?” he asks, leaning on the control panel, watching you smooth your top out

“in your dreams, ivo”

and there’s that damn smile he’s near falling for.

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[zelda-of-hyrule-tloz]

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Zelda in Spirit Tracks actually does have family - but they are out to sea during the events of the game. This is common for them (as it is sort of tradition), for better or for worse... Her teacher feels responsible for her in the time that they're gone, which probably results in all that panic. They'd take her more often, but it seems Chancellor Cole had a few excuses up his sleeve for a while...

[picnokinesis]

flux adjacent fic recs

in media res by wreckageofstars (3k, 1 chapter, gen) summary: “Well,” she said. “Now you know what the mattress is for.�� Dan shifted. “And the trampoline?” “Best not ask about the trampoline.” //I think this is probably the first Dan pov fic I ever read, and it’s absolutely brilliant. This author gets the character voices down so perfectly it’s unreal, and the whole thing is just so wonderful to see from Dan’s outsider perspective. It’s set in the immediate aftermath of Once, Upon Time, and it does a fantastic job of exploring the impact of what happened in that episode – both from a whump perspective and an emotional one. Angsty, but also funny in the worst kind of way – someone please go give Yaz a break, she REALLY needs one. Anyway, it’s great, everyone go read it right now.

Hearts of Stone by weirdpug (previously xhonia) (1k, 1 chapter, thoschei) summary: The Doctor loses herself. The Master finds her. //Ohhh this one this one, it’s SO awesome – it’s one of those fics that does really cool things with the formatting? Which works great here, because it’s a weeping angel!13 fic and wow, wow! Extremely awesome indeed, and just beautifully written – the prose is just so full of character, even when the Doctor is losing herself and it’s so well done.

Divination by WalkerLister (6k, 1 chapter, gen) summary: “There was a name for someone similar to me once. They called them the Valeyard. You can call me that, if you like. I quite like it, it’s suitably eerie. Little bit of drama never hurt anyone.” //Right, so we all remember what happened when War of the Sontarans aired…we got that ‘next time’ trailer of Once Upon Time…and all collectively lost our minds over the inverted dark coat. Since then, I feel like everyone has been finding really creative ways to get it into fanfics, and this is a wonderful example. And, well, if the promise of dark coat!13 wasn’t enough, this fic is just an absolutely fascinating look at the concept of the Valeyard in the context of the fobwatch from Flux, but focused on Yaz and her relationship with/perception of the Doctor. It’s such a good concept and so so wonderfully done! (also, if you’re a fan of thasmin, this author has a ton of stuff, so definitely go check it all out! For the less thasmin-inclined folks, I highly recommend Ipesity, which is one of my favourite post-TTC fics)

three points where two lines meet by Ymae (4k, 1 chapter, gen) summary: The Doctor tries to get those memories back, and breaks herself, bit by bit. //Oh man. This fic. I still remember when this one first posted and hoooooo boy, it is a hell of a gut-punch and absolutely wrenched my heart right out of my chest but HHHHHHHHH wow!! WOW. Genuinely, I think this fic rewrote my brain a little bit. It's set in the immediate aftermath of Once, Upon Time where the Doctor makes some very unwise decisions about trying to tug at her timeline and it's absolutely incredible. Very angsty, very whumpy, and full of a HUGE amount of the Doctor messing with timelines and very visceral, tangible descriptions of her timesense. It is such a treat, guys. And if you like this one and want something with similar vibes, I also highly recommend this post-flux fic by the same author!

Sheer Poetry! by Papapaldi (57k, 5 chapters, gen) summary: Trapped within her own mind, the Doctor travels through an impossible house, with everyone she has ever been locked inside. Her body is an unresponsive, useless bag of flesh somewhere far and away in reality. The part of her brain that she knows, where her past resides, sits somewhere else entirely within the old machine. The Ravagers eat, buried memories beckon, and the Doctor's faith is shaken to its core. She will never be the same – but that's what she's all about, right? Incredible change. //oh my days. THIS FIC, guys - look, I see the word count, I know, I know. This fic is a serious undertaking, but like so many things in life it is soooooo so worth it. Bucket loads of absolutely ASTOUNDING imagery, more references to Lungbarrow and Timewyrm Revelation than you can shake a stick at, BUT you don't need to have read those stories at all to enjoy this absolutely fantastic saga (put it like this - I've not read those books, and I had a whale of a time). Incredibly poetic, a little nonsensical in the best kind of way (it IS a mindscape fic) but startlingly funny and so beautifully in character. I laughed, I cried. This fic is just a love letter to everything Doctor Who, weaving all of canon into this beautiful, cohesive tapestry. I highly recommend. (and, if you're hungry for more and want tpotd content, there's an excellent sequel as well)

every step i choose to take (begins to set the world aflame) by SleepyMaddy (12k, 1 chapter, thoschei) summary: In a spaceport lost in a remote quadrant of interstellar space, a Doctor who doesn’t know herself anymore runs into a Master who doesn’t know himself yet // Ok so the sheer concept of this one ALONE is absolutely brilliant – the Doctor, escaping from the Division and half out of her head, bumps into the Master, who’s not long regenerated from Missy. And, guys. It’s fascinating. Seeing the Master right at the start, before he finds out everything that comes to define him in this era, and then having him meet a version of the Doctor who is quite a lot further along than him and just completely out of it? It’s like catnip to me, guys. And, of course, it’s all helped by the fact that the writing is absolutely brilliant – the characters are just absolutely spot on, which is quite an incredible feat seeing as they are both in very different places to where we see them in the show, yet they still manage to ring true throughout the whole thing. And also the mindscape imagery? The psychic whump? The emotional gut-punch that is the entire fic? Absolutely unparalleled. (also, if you’re a spydoc fan? Just help yourself out and read this author’s entire set of works, because it’s all fantastic)

see me bare my teeth for you by picnokinesis (16k, 1 chapter, gen) summary: “Do you know your mission?” //This is a bit of a cheeky self-rec, but, in my defence, if you're looking for flux fics, then I think you'll enjoy this one. I wrote it in the week after Village of the Angels aired, and it's basically all my thoughts and theories about what was going to happen in Survivors of the Flux thrown into a 16k oneshot. I was...mostly wrong HAHA but I’m still really proud of it. If you like division!doctor, then this one is for you

we're only dreaming (tell me who i am) by SpaceBetweenGalaxies (2k, 1 chapter, gen) summary: more the-memory-house-is-Lungbarrow clowning //ok, so if you were like me when flux was airing and absolutely lost your MIND over the illogical house which was a bit too on the nose regarding Lungbarrow related things, then THIS FIC IS FOR YOU. Absolutely brilliantly done, with some gorgeous imagery that I'm still thinking about to this day, and just a wonderfully unsettling exploration of the Doctor and how she picks at those cut off memories in the aftermath of the Flux

the stars are bound to change by emptypockets (9k, 1 chapter, gen) summary: Being trisected across the universe has unexpected consequences for the Doctor, and Yaz is tasked with the responsibility of keeping her awake. //ohhhhhh this fic is so wonderful!! It's that weird sweet spot of 'soft angst', where it hits where it hurts but at the same time the whole thing feels like it's wrapping you in a warm blanket. Augh!! Such a lovely portrayal of the Doctor and Yaz's dynamic - I adore how this author writes these two so much. An absolutely lovely (but angsty!) character exploration, with a healthy dose of whump and sleepiness on the side. What more could you want?

Everything by rowanthestrange (24k, 13 chapters, thasmin) summary: In which Yaz wants to know everything, and the Doctor finally wants that too. //Ok, so full disclosure, I don't read that much thasmin, but this fic, guys. It's just gorgeous. A beautifully written exploration of Yaz and her relationship with the Doctor in the aftermath of Flux, which explores the years Yaz spent in the past and how that changed her; the Doctor grappling with her identity issues and how that's changed her; as well as all sorts of other wonderful things besides. Another fic that had tears streaming down my face (the TARDIS chapter got me...). It's such a poignant, emotional fic, and it's very focused on character in a way that I really adore. If you like thasmin, this is an absolute must-read. If you're not a fan of thasmin, I recommend it anyway (- signed: a thoschei shipper) because it's just such a brilliant portrayal of these two.

[doggolol]

HE ALMOST SURRENDERS TO THE KISS

HE WAS SUPPOSED TO SURRENDER TO THE KISS

IM SOBBING

[demenior]

“What matters is that we got our puppy back,” Jester adds, and she leans in to kiss Eadwulf’s temple. “Is that really… do we have to phrase it like that?” Fjord looks on the verge of grimacing. “Yes. He’s our dog, and that makes him happy,” Jester explains. Fjord’s eyes bounce from her to Eadwulf. Eadwulf looks down at his hands, “don’t know what else to be.” Not much else he can be at this point. Or wants to be. Wanting. Eadwulf runs his tongue along his teeth. Wanting is… new. An unfamiliar desire. What does the sword want? Nothing. The man? That… is too complicated.  The dog? The dog wants to be near the Master. The dog wants to be good.  

Read chapter 32 on ao3 (last chapter, y'all!)

[soupbitch-moneybitch]

i actually take it back. no one should read the tolling bells by @edsbacktattoo bc it will make tears inexplicably come out your eyeballs, even tho you're a strong, independent woman who doesn't show emotional vulnerability for normal mentally well reasons, and this will inevitably lead to a headache, and then you will spend the next several hours complaining to anyone who will listen that you have a headache, did you know i have a headache? my head really hurts, you guys

anyway, definitely don't read this, it may irrevocably alter your immortal soul in a way that is potent and yet indescribable with the words available to you in the english language. (idk about other languages, i haven't tried)

also, it might give you a headache. did i mention that part already? just sayin'

[nana-mizu-shiki]

Like I said earlier, this is fucking Gotham. Be a weirdo. Make your everyday clothing a costume, a statement, a piece of art. Get a tattoo. Get twenty. Be gay, do crime.

Be Gay, Do Crime.

[pinkytoothlesso11]

Heart of Stone chapter 27

With Jim, Douxie and Claire back from the past, and Stricklander outed to Gunmar as a traitor and spy, the battle ahead looms closer than ever.

Nari comes with bad news. The Arcane Order have arrived. And Skrael wishes to meet. Only for the meeting in question to end in disaster...

We're approaching the end now! Only five chapters left!

[sugarsnappeases]

Hi

hello!!!! you did not ask but i’ve been getting emotional recently about hogwarts…. jen said ‘heart of wizarding britain’ and yeah oh my god it makes me fucking crazy. like. imagine you’ve just been through a year of all-out war. everyone you know is fighting for their lives or in hiding or dead and you don’t know who’s alive and you haven’t spoken to anyone bc you don’t know who you can trust but you get word that the final battle is happening. and not only that but it’s happening at hogwarts. and hogwarts is a place that was always safe and holds so many happy memories and is HOME for so many people and now it’s under attack and so you go, maybe not even necessarily bc you particularly support either side but bc it’s HOGWARTS and hogwarts is HOME and so much love and the crux of so many people’s lives and you just have to go and help where you can. the thought of people piling through that tunnel from the hog’s head makes me fucking insane. like the amount of love in that room. the reunions. the people you thought you’d never see again. and you’re all there joined together to defend the place where you met, where you grew up together, where you became the people that you are today. and maybe you’ll die but hogwarts is home. you couldn’t possibly let it go down without a fight.

i’ve also been thinking about the death eaters who are there ATTACKING the castle. and maybe some of them called it home as well…. like even tom called it home at one point in time and although he’s way too far gone by that point and his memories were probs kinda soured anyway by dumbledore etc there must be some of his death eaters for whom hogwarts was always safety when they were students but now they’re THREATENING that safety. tainting those memories. like do you guys think they felt remorse??? guilt??? horror??? idk it’s just so interesting to me. the fact that the war proper starts (w dumbledore’s death) and ends at hogwarts. it’s really the centre of everything. even without taking the war into consideration it’s the centre of everything. it makes me CRAAAZY

[shifty-fics]

Chapter 22: Homeward has been published

Next update due: 10/17

Summary:

You were awake, this was real, and as you came down from the adrenaline high you became terrified of turning to face your neighbors. Nobody said a word, heavy breathing the only sound that filled the hollow hall.

Sneak peek:

Mia had been on her way to visit Izaack when the alarms blared, signaling a mass breakout.

Shit shit shit. She began to hurry. There was no telling how much time she had to get somewhere safe, and she hoped that wherever he was her fiance was safe. Speaking of the devil, he found her at an intersection not far from where she had originally been heading.

“Mia, we need to get out of here.” He said, taking her hand.

“I know, I’m heading to a safe room.”

“No, we’re releasing the prisoners and getting out of the building.” Dumbfounded, the teacher let herself be led the rest of the way to her neighbors’ cells, watching her fiance fumble with the keys, unlocking the door with his right hand.

“Wait.” He paused just before the door opened. “You're not my Afton, are you?” He smiled.

[zelda-of-hyrule-tloz]

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Rather than being the same incarnation, the Zelda in Oracle of Ages and Seasons is the successor of the Zelda in A Link to the Past. She bears a striking resemblance to her, OoT Zelda, and Marin (depending on what she's wearing, as her physical appearance seems to be a cross of each of them. In terms of Hyrulean history, she is less recorded and well-known in comparison to them. But with her sacred power to foresee evil, perhaps there are certain adventures of hers left unspoken...

[charmwasjess]

7, 8, 13 for the ask game :D

YAYYYYYY THANK YOU ANT! :D Fun writer asks.

7. Music, ambient noise, or silence?

The absolute dead silence of the grave. In fact, this makes me an irritable housemate for my partner, the loudest man on the planet. (affectionate)

8. Narrative or dialogue? 

CAN I HAVE BOTH?! I feel like it varies for me by POV character. Dooku is so much internal narrative. He's always got a running silent internal monologue with himself and therefore the reader. Sifo-Dyas is a chatty talky dialogue boy; he can't shut up for his own good.

13. Ctrl+f: silver/gold/bronze–did anything come up in your WIP and if so, share it?

:D I was going to give you the word from the last RH chapter, but it’s a spoiler, so you get this from Returning the Sword to the Stone. (That’s enough sex for you, Sifo-Dyas, I’m cramming you back into Dooku's friendzone for this fic. )

They're discussing Serenno Trauma ™️ while trying on dress tunics:

“Oh, that makes me feel excellent, thank you.” Dooku snapped. And Sifo-Dyas was supposed to be his best friend. "Don't call it pedigree. You make me sound like some sort of… luxurious breed of horse." He turned to present himself to the seer for appraisal of this next dress tunic. 

“Wow. You’re a handsome horse, how about that?” Sifo-Dyas nodded approvingly. “The gold is perfect. It brings out the warmer color in your eyes.” 

Dooku rolled the eyes in question. Sifo-Dyas was always saying incoherent nonsense like that.

Woo! Send me an ask from the list or reblog and I'll send you one!

[randomnameless]

I appreciate that at least they stayed consistent with the Sword of the Creator being Crest of Flames-exclusive and, as such, Byleth can no longer use it post-CF and is shown using a normal sword instead in their solo and S-Supported Jeritza ending pictures; makes it all the more baffling that they're still alive despite their heart being destroyed and that the Sothis S-Support exists in that route, but i'll give them credit where it's due for keeping the SOTC's lore consistent.

Post Tru Piss, there's no Crest Stone left for the SoC!

So I'd say it's not that it's CoF exclusice, but rather something like without a crest stone, a relic, even the SoC, doesn't "work" anymore.

Adding insult to the injury though, Post!Tru Piss Billy uses Rhea's sword, aka, a Holy Weapon that could be used by everyone (human and nabatean!) and even heal non-crested people : Billy uses at the end of the "we will make a world for humans!" route a sword that conveyed coexistence between humans and nabateans...

Sothis' S-support in this route really felt odd, because she acknowledges Rhea at least, but has no words for her passing when Rhea died crying for her.

Some people tried to theorise that this Sothis isn't the one Rhea remembers so she wouldn't have feelings about her... but idk, it still feels dead wrong, especially since Sothis remembered feelings of joy and sadness in Zanado, and ultimately remembers how Rhea is a her kid thanks to the lullaby (and in SS when she "talks" to her).

If Sothis was a better written character and not accidently written to be the most toxic parent in the FE series, I'd maybe write something about her feeling so bad that, again, she was used to slaughter one of her own children (Nemesis first in Zanado, and now Billy in Tailtean) but as canon!Sothis is, I'm not really motivated to do something like this.

[stachedocs]

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[demenior]

“Puppy,” for a split-second Fjord thinks the endearment is for him, and his mouth opens to answer to it, “come here.” Eadwulf pushes up to his feet. “Down!” Jester snaps. Fjord flinches. Eadwulf drops into a slump. He’s watching them with laser-like focus. “Dogs don’t walk,” Jester says, and she keeps Fjord pinned with one hand while she beckons Eadwulf with the other, “they crawl.”

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