#fic: la chimera

[alltheyoungmoons]

La Chimera by starlingsilver

Chapters: 1/? - PROLOGUE Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Summary:

It’s 1983. Remus Lupin, unlike most of his best friends, isn’t a dead man. Though, might as well. He has no job prospects in the wizarding world, and very little to show for himself in the muggle world, so for the last couple of years, after managing to put himself back together just enough to function, he’s decided to do what he’s always done best: run away. Hide, if you will. Pour himself into research as to occupy his every waking thought. Fate, or what have you, brings him to rural central Italy, to the lands that thousands of years ago were home to the Etruscans and the Latins. It’s a land ripe with magic, where ancient currents of energy flow underground like massive undiscovered rivers. Here, Remus gets tangled in more than one prohibited affair...

--- Inspired by Alice Rohwacher's gorgeous 2023 film "La Chimera" which I highly recommend!

[grimsonandclover]

hi j came across ur blogs and FINALLY. someone who doesn’t write about puppy art or stepcest. i tbh would read anhtbjng abt patrick but i love childhood best freind patrick fics or enemies to lovers fics the most!!

All I Want For Christmas

Childhood Bestfriend!Patrick Zweig x classical singer!reader

Song of the post 'WHAT'S IT TO HIM? - Quadeca'

Yes! I don't yuck other people's yum but I noticed how it's everywhere in this fandom, which is fine, it's just not for me! There are some versions of puppy!characters that I can enjoy, but not when it gets really into the puppy stuff, ykwim? Stepcest and any other incest things are a hard no from me, though. Anyways, fuck, I love these two tropes so much, I could eat them for breakfast lunch and dinner and still have them as snacks and still never tire. but childhood friends to lovers >>> im such a softy for it. I wrote this the moment I saw your message, so it's semi-proofread, more so just me writing the little story I thought of as it came to me. if you want a smutty part two lmk and ill write it in a flash

I have no clue where the Christmas theme came from, it just kinda happened. I don't even celebrate Christmas lmao.

This was meant to be a blurb. Now it's a 5k word slow burn blurb. Hope you enjoy!

also the song linked has nothing to do w the story lmao, it's just what's playing. <3 quadeca

SFW

5.3k words

childhood bestfriend!Patrick Zweig, Never dates Tashi/Loses Art!AU, slow burn, timeskips, no content warnings

--(x)-- 1998 - 2006 --(x)--

You both grew up quite rich, you and Patrick Zweig. Going to the same charity events and galas and birthday dinners as kids because your parents would drag you both along to brag about your accomplishments. Patrick's parents would brag about how he's a tennis prodigy that's gonna go pro one day, have you seen him play? And your parents brag about your voice and your grades, how youre gonna get into any school you want (which you would be able to anyways since theyd just pay the school board). You've got the voice of an angel and since you were four they'd make you get up at parties and events and sing something by the piano. You were groomed to love the spotlight just like Patrick was groomed to love the rush of tennis.

Patrick loved hearing you sing. When you'd be ushered over to your spot by the piano player and ask the adults what they'd like to hear, Patrick would sit up from his slump at the dinner table or sofa, perking up like a dog being told its time for treats. He didn't really know anything about music, he just knew your voice did something in his chest.

You loved seeing him play. Your family had plenty of casual tennis players of its own, tennis being quite a popular sport amongst the wealthy. You understood the gist of it, but that wasn't why you asked your parents to go every time Patrick got to play. You wanted to go because it felt like the closest thing to seeing a shooting star up close. He was like a fireball on the court, even from a young age. His couches kept trying to train the unique serve out of him, you could see their cringing from the sidelines whenever he'd do it, but eventually they stopped when they realized how much he won with it. Because he did. A lot. It was mesmerizing to watch.

One Christmas the two of you finally properly spoke to eachother. You were both ten. Your parents had all gotten wine drunk in the other room, leaving the kids to try and get along in the Zweig's living room. The Christmas parties were always held at the Zweig house, it was the biggest. Didn't matter that they were Jewish. Never even crossed their mind, too big of an oppertunity to schmooze and secure business deals. Patrick never gave it a second thought, just happy he got gifts.

You two had just sat down by the fireplace as the other older kids convened on how to sneak some liquor without anyone noticing. You were too young to care about things like that, instead talking to eachother about school and your respective passions. It was the first proper conversation you'd had even though you had practically been in each other's lives since birth. Patrick liked hearing about the unserious gossip from your all-girls private school, how once again you were on the deans list and top of the class. He found it the funniest thing in the world when you confessed that you'd cheated on a math exam, your weakest subject. How you'd done that quite often actually. Patrick liked knowing you weren't as perfect as your parents boasted you to be, because that made you actually perfect in his eyes.

You liked hearing about the rowdy boys at his school and at tennis practice, and the stupid fights that would break out. Patrick would tell you about the famous tennis players his parents would get him to meet, some even practice with. How they'd comment on his serve, too, and when Patrick would imitate their voice and mannerisms, youd laugh till your stomach and cheeks hurt. Patrick decided then, at ten years old, to commit your laugh to memory. It was a sound as beautiful as your singing.

That became your routine at every dinner and every party your parents would take you to. You'd find solace and company with eachother, a rare, true friend in your world. You both never told your parents about the friendship because even then you knew they'd try and take advantage of it. Turn it into some political relationship, breed you two to marry or something for their benefits.

When Patrick's parents sent him off to the Mark Rebellato Tennis Academy when you were twelve, you cried into your pillow for hours. You'd promised to write eachother, but there's only so much writing a twelve year old can do before they get distracted. Your meetings went from twice a month to once a year. The Zweig family Christmas party.

Just like when you were ten, the two of you would meet up by the crackling fireplace and swap stories, updating each other on your lives. You performed with a real live orchestra last week a version of Silent Night and your mother cried from the crowd. Patrick was sorry he couldn't be there but you handed him a CD with a recording of the night, knowing he'd want to see it, and he said it was the best Christmas gift he'd ever gotten. He hadn't even watched it yet, but he knew. The tennis racket once owned by Bjorn Borg was a pretty great gift too, though (he'd keep it hung on his dorm wall for his entire time at the academy, then later in a case in the trunk of his car to keep it safe).

He had met a kid named Art at the academy, and he talked about how they became fast friends. Best friends. You didn't really have much time for friends, too busy with school and all the extracurriculars your parents had signed you up for since birth. It was kind of like that for Patrick before he left, and you were happy he got the chance to meet someone at the academy. Art sounded great, and you wished you could meet him.

The next year you did it again, but at 15 Patrick got pneumonia on Christmas eve and couldn't come. You sat by the fireplace alone, picking lint off your sweater. Not much had changed apart from his absence. The older kids, now nearing college, were still thinking of ways to get alcohol. Some messed around with eachother in the various rooms of the house while the parents were off doing whatever parents did, not having much else to do. You stayed by yourself, watching the fire and praying to God that Patrick would be okay.

The year after, Patrick was back. He was older now, and so were you, of course. You were both 16 now, puberty catching up with the both of you in the year you hadn't seen each other.

Patrick had started properly shaving now, and when you first laid eyes on him, waiting for you by the fireplace, the slight shadow of hair on his chin and jaw was the first thing you noticed. Your eyes trailed up the stubble to his cheeks, which had lost the baby fat and now made the apples of his cheeks much more visible, especially as he smiled up at you. He called your name excitedly, standing up to meet you in a hug. You had hugged before, but he never wore cologne before. He had clearly gone through a growth spurt, too, and easily could rest his chin on your head. When you pulled back from the hug, you grabbed his shoulders and held him at arms length, just looking at him. He did the same for you, taking in the slight increase of height yourself, the more mature glow in your skin, and, since he was still only a teenage boy and still Patrick Zweig, your new boobs. His eyebrows raised, a slow and impressed whistle blew from his lips as he gave you alook. "You've grow." He smiled, and you swatted his arms while you blushed. "Look who's talking." You said, poking his biceps. Tennis academy did him good.

You had never thought about it before, but that one year apart and your reunion woke something in you up. Patrick Zweig was hot. You didn't know, but that same part of his own brain ignited. The whole night you two still talked as normal, still giggled over stories and swapped gifts. He got you a necklace made from your favorite metal, a tiny but intricate tennis racket charm hanging on the bottom. It was simple, but it was so precious.

"So I can be with you more than once a year." He explained, and you couldn't help yourself when you pulled him into the biggest hug you could manage. It was the most heartwarming gift you had ever gotten. And it made you laugh too, especially when you reached over to give him his gift.

When he opened it, his eyes widened and laughed, picking up the simple silver chain bracelet with a tiny charm of your initial on it. You were a little nervous to give it to him, worried it seemed too couple-y of a gift instead of something you'd give a friend, but now that anxiety had gone. He put it on immediately, and you were so grateful that he didn't think it was too girly or soft for him to wear. Patrick Zweig could be crude and perverted (something you realized when he let slip the way he looked at some girls back at the academy), but he wasn't insecure. Not in that way, at least.

You sat a little closer together that year, knees brushing as you caught up. Art was still his best friend and you two made plans for how you could meet. You were still singing, the Christmas time performance of yours now a yearly tradition. He was still never able to come, but he promised one day he would. The other kids were now too old to come to his house, off at college dorm parties, some even old enough to be already married and having Christmas parties of their own. The living room was much more quiet for the two of you but it's not like you ever noticed them much before. The one true new addition was the cigarette that now dangled from his lips. You had initally scolded him for the new habit but it didn't take long for it to be passed between the two of you as you spoke. You did your best to not think about how it had touched his lips and then would touch yours.

When graduation came around and it was finally time to go off to college yourself, your heart sank a little. College meant you two would be too busy with your own lives to come back, and your parents already weren't too committed to dragging you along with them to their events anymore. When you sat by the fireplace for that final year, you found you had less to talk about. Life felt pretty slow for you, especially with your lack of real friends. It was the same deal every year. School, choir, then independent vocal lessons, then horseback riding, then the youth advisory board, then tutoring. Your days were all a countdown to Christmas, the one day of the year you weren't some busy prodigal daughter with too many responsibilities on your shoulders, but Patrick Zweig's best friend. That was the only thing expected of you.

Maybe not in the way Art Donaldson was, but you were his best friend. He was the love of your life, you were sure of it.

He asked about your plans for school, and you said you'd probably go to Julliard if you got accepted. You were being humble, of course. You got your acceptance letter months ago. Patrick, not knowing that, assured you that you would. "They'd be stupid to not let you in." He smiled, cigarette balancing between his teeth and his bottom lip. You nudged your shoulder against his, thanking him for the vote of confidence. When it was your turn to ask him, he shrugged.

"Ah, I dunno." He blew smoke from the corner of his mouth, away from you. Patrick sat, thinking to himself for a moment before turning to face you. "I've been thinking about it, and... I don't think I'm gonna go." He shrugged again, and your eyebrows pulled back in surprise. "Do your parents know that?" You asked, knowing they'd never allow him. The Zweigs loved boasting about how Patrick was going to continue the family name. Tennis might be his gift, but they expected him to finally grow up and be an adult, not a tennis player.

He shook his head, turning back to the fire crackling before you. "Fuck them," he whispered with a smirk. "I'm gonna go pro. Play at challengers and shit until I rank for the bigger stuff. Play at Wimbledon or the Olympics or something. Don't wanna risk an injury at some school before I can even do anything real, you know?"

You nod your head, understanding. It made sense for him, you just were worried about how his parents would react.

"Art's gonna go to Stanford." He said, lips a little downturned at the mention. "He wants a safety net, I guess. I don't really know." He blows another puff of smoke, handing the cigarette over to you. Then he turns to you again, chuckling a little humorlessly. "Gas is gonna be a bitch, going from California to New York."

"What do you mean?"

"Going back and forth to see you and Art." He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, shocked you even asked. "Guess I could fly," Patrick thought to himself, thinking over the logistics of it, then seemingly deciding it would work. "Worth it."

Your chest constricted a little at the thought of him going through all of that just to see you. You insisted that he didn't have to, that you'd gladly fly over to see him instead of the other way around, but he persisted. "You'll have school and friends and shit. I'll have plenty of time to come over. Plus, you know, phones exist." He teased.

Patrick was right. They did, of course. For some reason, though, you two never called. Never even thought about it. It was a little nonsensical and you laughed, and he joined. You promised that you'd start calling him, and he promised you the same thing.

When you hugged him before you had to leave, you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

"Merry Christmas, Patrick."

He grinned, cheeks warming and turning pink. "I'm Jewish." He laughed, giving you a final hug. "Merry Christmas."

--(x)-- 2010 --(x)--

Graduation night at Alice Tully Hall was intense.

Four years had gone by in a flash and it was already the last week of May-- actually, it was already the end of graduation itself. Your cap was on your head and diploma in hand, the other one busy shaking the hands of the few late family and family friends that had come over to congratulate you. You were exhausted, both from the four years and from the night. All you wanted was to go to your apartment, flop onto your bed face first, and sleep the night away.

You had spent almost the entire celebration biting your nails and scanning the hall for the two pairs of eyes and smiles you wanted to see the most. When your name got called and you walked up on the stage, and your mother cried in the crowd like the night of your first concert, and your father gave you the same, unattached nod that was the closest he could get to saying he was proud of you. Patrick had told you he was gonna be late, just having finished a challenger in Philidelphia the same day. You just didn't think late meant missing the ceramony entirely.

Patrick was sitting in thick New York City traffic, banging his fist on his steering wheel, yelling at the car next to him. Art was in the passenger's seat, sighing and pinching the bridge of his nose.

"You fucking moron! Dumb fucking cunt! You know how much this is gonna cost!?" Patrick yelled, pointing to the driver's door that now had a dent in it. The traffic was so heavy he couldn't move, and he didn't want to get out in case it budged. He knew he was late, and now some guy in a truck, in a fucking truck in New York City, had just bumped into the side of Patrick's car. The dent wasn't anything that would permanently damage the car, but it was pretty nasty. "Who taught your to drive?" He yelled, almost leaning fully out of the window now. Art reached over to pull at the back of his shirt, trying to get him back in. "Are you blind!? We're in the middle of traffic and you still managed to hit me?"

"Christ, Patrick, get back in the fucking car!"

Patrick swatted his hand away. "My best friend is graduating and now I gotta pick her up with this shit on my car. What's your insurance!? I'm gonna sue the shit out of you!"

Cars started beeping at him and the driver in the truck was yelling back just as colorfully. "That piece of dog shit almost looks better with it! You should be fucking thanking me, asshole. Maybe your insurance will give you a better car!"

"A better car!?" Patrick was red in the face. "Why don't you let me return the favor then!"

"Oh, shit." Art was scrambling over the center console to really pull him back, knowing it was seconds away from getting violent.

--(x)--

You were leaning against the front doors playing with the tennis racket necklace you had never taken off when you got a call from Art. You had gotten it from him the first time you met him freshman year, it being the one connection you had to each other for the whole school year. He had become a really close friend of yours, even through he grainy speakers of your phone. You picked it up eagerly, the first thing you could hear being angry beeping in the background and a voice that sounded like Patrick yelling.

"Art? Where are you guys? What's going on?"

"Oh my god," Art said your name, a little frantic. "Okay, so, uh, we're running late, I know-" there's some shuffling you can hear, and you cut in. "The ceremony is already over." You tell them, a little disappointed. Art frowns but his attention is pulled back to the situation at hand.

"Congrats on graduating! Um, anyways, I called cause Patrick's kinda losing his shit right now. Some guy hit his car--"

"Oh my god! Are you guys alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, we're fine. It's just a dent. But now the two are in the middle of the street and Patrick's getting his ass kicked." He sounds nervous, because of course he is. His best friend is catching fists to the face. "I tried to help..." Art continues, and his hand goes back up to touch the future black eye he's now sporting. "But, um, I just wanted to let you know that I don't think we'll make it over-"

In the background, Patrick interrupts, managing to gather the strength to push the giant man from on top of him. "Oh, we're making it!" He yells out loud enough that you can just hear it over the speaker, then throws another punch at the guy's jaw. Patrick's nose was bleeding and his eyebrow was cut, and the other guy wasn't looking all that great either. He spat at the guy, adding "You made me miss her graduation." with another punch.

The cars around them suddenly started move, and the two friends froze. Traffic was moving again. The guy got another good punch onto Patrick before he was able to scramble up and run back to his car, yelling at Art to start driving before the guy caught up.

They finally got to Lincoln Center looking like a pair of hot messes and you spent the weekend in your apartment with them sleeping over, caring for their cuts and bruises and catching up, smoking out your apartment window. It was the best weekend you'd had in years.

--(x)-- 2019 --(x)--

The crowd cheering was deafening, and the spotlight was blinding. Nonetheless, you took a bow, thanking the audience for the night. Your hand reached out to the orchestra and another round of applause boomed. Nobody could smile bigger than your were. No one could beat the butterflies in your stomach.

It was the week before Christmas, and just like you had since you were 12, you were performing a concert. This time however it wasn't on a small stage at a theater in your hometown, but at Alice Tully Hall in New York City, the same hall you had graduated in nine years ago.

The lights dimmed and that was your cue to leave, first excitingly hugging the musicians who played so beautifully that night. You thanked them all, wished them a happy holiday, and walked off stage. Waiting for you, as always, stood Patrick Zweig.

The years had done him well. Tennis kept him built like a marble statue, age refined his features, and his own laziness left the slightly auburn stubble on his cheeks to grow out. He was wearing the one tux he still owned, slightly tight around the arms and legs as he outgrew it.

Patrick had long cut contact with his parents, becoming financially independent (much to the dismay of his bank account), and no longer had to deal with the constant phone calls about how he was letting down the Zweig name with his tennis career. The days of them bragging about his talent were long gone, it was meant to be a hobby, not a career. Who was going to take over the Zweig family business now? He couldn't give less of a fuck. His designer wardrobe slowly sold off to pay for all the gas he consumed driving from matches to his best friends throughout the years, shedding his past with every article of clothing.

Patrick made sure to never repeat the same mistake as your graduation. At every event, he was there. Early, if possible. Never joining tournaments or challengers held on the same day as important events like tonight, not that there really were any on Christmas Eve. He made sure to make up for all the time you weren't together growing up.

Patrick held a bunch of roses in his hands for you as you approached, enveloping him in a hug. "Flowers are from the three of us." He spoke into your hair, referring to him, Art, and Art's wife Tashi. Free hand wrapping around your shoulder to squeeze you back with equal amounts of love. "Lily even made you a card. You were incredible, like always. Incredible."

You smiled up at him, kissing his cheek before hugging again. When you pull back, you look around him for the aforementioned Donaldsons. "They're waiting for Art to finish pissing. Whole night he kept complaining, drank too much water on the ride here but idiot didn't want to get up in the middle of your show and go." He chuckled, handing you the bouquet. You loop your arm into his, the feeling of him grounding you after the intense rush of adrenaline and emotions that came with performing to such a large audience or such a special night. Walking out into the main hall together, a couple people greet and shake your hand, some asking for pictures. A person even recognized Patrick, which was quite uncommon with his career now dwindling down an unfortunate and unsuccessful path (You were sure any day now he was gonna pick back up and climb the ranking again. You made sure to tell him after every match).

The two of you leaned against a wall as the attention died down and people began going home. In your heels, you were tall enough to rest your head comfortable on Patrick's shoulder. He smiled at the gesture, leaning his head on yours. Closing your eyes, you took in the whole night. The fading adrenaline, the sweat that gathered on your forehead drying, the sound of the crowd getting quieter by the second. The material of Patrick's tux on your cheek and ear, his steady and relaxed breathing, the warmth of his embrace, the musky cologne he had been using since he was a teenager.

Patrick enjoyed the moments alone he had with you. He wasn't Patrick Zweig the failed heir to the Zweig throne just like how he was a failed tennis player. He was Patrick Zweig, your best friend. That was the only thing expected of him.

Longer than Art Donaldson ever was. You were the love of his life, he was sure of it.

He inhaled the scent of your hair and your perfume, arm wrapped around your shoulder as his thumb rubbed comforting circles on it. When he closed his eyes, he replayed how you looked on the stage while you sang. You were as beautiful as your voice. Always had been, always will be. Every performance of yours took him back to when things were much simpler, when he'd watch you by their otherwise untouched piano at formal dinners and you'd sing a Sinatra song for the parents. He could almost taste the roasted chicken, almost feel the silverware in his hands.

Your hand reached up to your chest and your fingers played with the little tennis racket charm, a habit you'd had for years. Patrick loved knowing you kept the necklace on after all this time, even on nights like this where you could've replaced it with something much more grand and expensive.

He had never taken his bracelet off. Even in the brief relationships or hookups he'd have and partners would question what the initial stood for. He'd never answer, just tell them it was important to him.

You opened your eyes again when the sound of little feet in little shoes click-clacked on the tile floor towards you, your name exclaimed from eager lips. Lily bounded up to you, her honerary aunt, and wrapped her arms around your waist. Art and Tashi followed behind her.

Lily pulled back from the hug, looking up at you. "You were like a superstar!" She beamed, one of her front teeth missing. You hug Art and Tashi who compliment your dress and your performance before leaving with them to the dinner reservation you all had, Patrick's arm still around your shoulder as you walked.

At dinner, through mouthfulls of spaghetti, Lily asked you constant questions about what it's like to sing and be on stage. You answered every single one, and at the end of her little interview she made an announcement. "When I grow up I wanna be a tennis player like mommy and daddy," she started, Tashi scolding her to stop talking while she's eating as she wiped with a napkin at the corners of her daughter's mouth. Art's bottom lip jutted out in a little pout, melting in the hands of his daughter. "But, I wanna be a singer-tennis player. So I can wear pretty dresses like you."

You laugh, coming to Tashi's defense. "Your mom wears gorgeous dresses, Lily."

"Yeah, but she doesn't wear them on a stage. I wanna do that."

Point proved, you shrug. Patrick turns to look at you as he's sitting directly beside you. He doesn't say anything, just admires you under the dim and moody lighting of the resteraunt as you talk with Lily, resting his chin in his hand and smiling into his palm. Art and Tashi share a knowing look.

The night decidingly comes to an end when the couple announces they need to put Lily to bed.

"I'm not twenty anymore," Tashi says, handing the bill to the waiting server. "I knock out at ten P.M."

Patrick drove you home like you agreed, and it was assumed he'd stay the night like he often did on your couch. As you changed into more comfortable clothes in your room, he grabbed his own clothes from the trunk of his car and changed in your bathroom. Afterward, he silently observed as you washed off your makeup and took down your hair from its simple updo. It felt domestic. It felt like something a boyfriend does with his girlfriend after a long day. Patrick let himself pretend for a moment that that's exactly what was happening.

When you were done the two of you sat on the couch and cuddled, debating on what movie to wind down to as you settled into his arms as he laid his head against the arm rest.

"Home Alone?" You ask, grabbing the remote and flicking through the options. He shook his head.

"Watched that with Art and Lily just last week. What about Elf?"

You agree, and the movie begins to play. The volume's low and you spend more time talking to each other than actually watching, one of your hands on the arm wrapped around your chest scratching up and down and the other resting on your stomach. Patrick's hand on your chest toyed with your necklace while the other arm rested on your head, lazily scratching as you watched and talked. Neither of you realized when you both fell asleep there.

The sun rising through your window wakes you up, the light bright against your eyelids. You shifted a little, lifting your head but keeping your eyes closed. The first thing your senses picked up on was the warm body of Patrick underneath you, steady rising and falling breaths and the lignering scent of the cologne he applied yesterday still faintly on his skin. His hands were still on your chest and head when you woke up, sliding off when you moved to look at him.

The stresses of adulthood were almost undetectable on his face. Patrick had the same freckles littering his skin that he had as a kid, and you used to tell him that in a crowd of identical people you'd be able to pick him out just by the freckles on his waterline. Did that make sense? Probably not, but it did when you were fourteen. You didn't really care, to be honest, just wanting him to open his eyes so you could see the freckles there again.

As if he could hear your thoughts, his eyelashed fluttered before opening. The first thing he saw was you.

Like an angel. His tired brain though for a moment he died and went to heaven.

"Goodmorning." He rasped, morning voice deep and scratchy. You smiled, looking out the window at the falling snow. "Merry Christmas." You say instead. "I'm Jewish," He chuckled, a hand raising to brush a strand of hair from your face before whispering "Merry Christmas" back. He said the same thing every year.

You stayed silent like that, laying on his chest and just staring at him as he played with your hair. There was some sort of unsaid agreement between the two of you, something your souls communicated with each other without your knowlage as you slept. Patrick felt like his heart could stop at any moment with how etheral you felt.

"What do you want for Christmas?" He asked, breaking the quiet in the room and whispering it like a secret.

Your eyes moved from his to his lips, and at the action his tongue darted out to lick them. It felt like the 21 years you had been best friends slipped away from your fingers and had gone. Time was gone. Reason was gone. The only thing left in the entire world was you, him, and the couch. You knew what you wanted. You had wanted it since you were sixteen. He's sure he's wanted it since the creation of his soul.

His hand moved from your hair to your jaw, both of you slightly breathless, eyes on the other's lips. His calloused hands told you, you weren't dreaming despire how hazy reality felt. His breath on your lips told you, you were still alive despite how heaven-like reality felt.

Patrick leaned in, his nose rubbing on yours and your foreheads touching, lips mere centimeters apart, eyes barely open. His best friend. His soulmate. He was never whole when he wasn't around you.

He kissed you on Christmas morning, the charm of your inital on his bracelet tickling your shoulder, the tennis racket on your necklace resting on his chest.

[gibsongirrl]

he’s so beautiful

[equallyloyalandlethal]

Show of hands who would read a human-verse Thiam fic with blind!Theo and his trusty guide dog Chimera, day to day called Chi (Kai), that are newly returned to Beacon Hills/LA as a promising young CFO of a upstart business venture and move in next door to Liam, the natural history museum docent that’s friends with the two high school best friends that run a local animal rescue?

It’s already in the making (1800 words in under 12 hrs), just seeing if y’all would be interested in it.

So far, Chi is MVP and deserves the best wingwoman award, because she is awesome and dedicated to getting these two to pull their heads out of their asses. Very dedicated.

[amymbona]

i’ve been dying for some la chimera fic so i’m excited to see what you cook up!!

OKAAAY LETS GO :3333 I WILL DELIVER

[bluebunnysart]

(Chimera Teto x Android Miku WIP, another one, yeah, another one lol)

I may not finish WIPs but I can definitely start new drawings!! 😂Hahahaha ! I always try to make them chibis (for simplicity) but I also want to draw details/the full body, so of course it turns into a double full-body drawing that takes forever.... This isn't even the final lineart obviously but it's almost 5 AM again and I know I'm gonna fuss with this some more, so I guess here's a WIP so I can show off what I did at least tonight xD In case I decide to do other things in the meantime...

Tell me why I literally spent like 2 hours (fr) trying to draw Miku 'cuz Miku is hard asf to draw and challenges me to draw better 😂😂😂😂 Anyway (a long-ish) explanation of stuff under the read more 'cuz I don't want to take up people's dashboards. When I finally finish this drawing or the other one, I won't have to yap as much in the post too. xD

A series of things happened today that led to me creating this drawing. (Miku's prefinal lineart is done too btw, I'm just not showing her to you 'cuz no point spoiling the whole drawing lol, plus I might make changes.)

I went to the store for a brief moment 'cuz all my pens kept running out of ink and I was annoyed I didn't have any reliable pens and I wanted a pen to write a continuation to this AU, right.

When I went to the store, there was a song playing and I thought it sounded nice, what little I heard of it before I had to return to work. So once I left the store and was able to look at my phone again, I looked up this song through the lyrics I heard and I found it. And the whole song was even better than I thought: the lyrics and music are INCREDIBLY sweet and now I really like it. xD

Besides liking it in general as a song (this genre of song), I was ALSO super into it because I thought, "This is super End of the World AU-coded (Android Miku x Chimera Teto)" and it made me so happy, excited, and giddy lol.

Like, listen to this...

"When the cloud's above your head / And the sun's not breaking through / You know I'll be there to sing this song for you. / And it goes: / La la la / la la la la la~..."

This is absolutely something the Miku in my AU would sing. This is absolutely a song she and Teto would listen to together-- like, I could draw them listening to it together and that's actually practically what my drawing is lol. I could draw an animatic or make an MV to this song about them... I could make a comic where Miku is singing this directly to Teto and persuades her to sing it with her, especially the chorus (la la la) parts. I smile because in the first fic, Miku also goes "lalala~" (idk the number of la's lol), and it's not like what she sings is this or anything, but it's a small connection that I like. xD I literally discovered this song only today but this is absolutely a song Teto would have in either one of the cassette players or in the MP3 player. This song matches them and the AU too so Miku would absolutely sing it and like it a lot too. This song made me think of my AU and I was already excited/trying to keep writing more so I could get to the good parts, so finding this song made me really excited, ok. xD

Also I'm not sure how you WOULDN'T adore Miku if she sang something like this, especially directly to Teto (her only audience).

All the sweet lines and stuff made me super soft, so I put this song on loop and literally played it for hours. The whole time I was drawing too. It's just so cute and fitting and it's what made me create art for this AU again instead of making Turing Love fanart or one of the other dozens of ideas I have and whatnot. xD

That was a lot of words to explain what prompted this drawing in the first place when it wasn't planned in the slightest, but now I'll talk more about the drawing itself.

I was inspired by all the fanart I've received so far! It'll show in the final drawing. c: But when drawing this, I was looking at Slyvasta's art since I wanted to draw Slyvasta's version of Teto too. Teto is easiest to draw imo, so we've got the scarf, horn, wings, and tail. The pupils were actually added at the very end 'cuz Slyvasta's has sharp pupils and I thought that was cool and a good idea lol: this Teto's eyes can have sharp pupils (dragon/reptile-like) while Miku's eyes are more round yet robotic.

I was thinking about the flavor of tsundere that Teto is (in my AU) and this drawing was partially inspired by me wanting to clarify stuff about that. xD I did call her "cool, gruff, indifferent, etc." which is all true and does apply, but she's still playful and can be lively, even if she's been beaten down by exhaustion and gloominess, as I've mentioned. In other words, she never was a complete downer or anything (I know I said that before), but I wanted to clarify that she's not, like, the cold type who's ONLY frowning or who's grumpy either.

If I think about it, the "trying to act cool/indifferent" thing is mostly an act I think, yeah. xD Like, of course she'll frown or have a neutral uninterested expression if she's bored or she's been through annoying experiences (like starving or encountering various issues), but she's still kicking, if that makes sense. Like, the enthusiasm and zest for life isn't exactly there, but she's doing what she can to get by. I guess she's more of the type to distract herself and focus on other stuff so she doesn't get too existential? So it's not like she isn't lowkey depressed-- she's just the type to make jokes about it. She's basically original mischievous Teto but with some baggage she's carrying.

This might seem like a weird post now based on the stuff I'm writing LOL but I really did think about it, ok. xD The way to characterize her. And she has really valid reasons to be sad and everything, but she's not as harsh and edgy as her appearance implies. That's something that I really like about her: the gap moe lol.

So what does this mean in relation to Miku? Well, Teto is a pretty normal girl who's cool and nonchalant. She's probably arrogant in a cute way too, judging from her catchphrase and how she likes acting like a know-it-all and being praised/appreciated. But basically, the tsundere mainly comes out whenever she gets embarrassed.

The Teto in my AU can smile and has a couple of times, and she's nice because she helps Miku out before she even knows Miku that well. So....

She's probably the type to send Miku soft smiles without even realizing it. Like, she relaxes a lot and is happy or something and then her expression will turn so warm or gentle, I'm pretty sure. 🥰 Her tail and body language already gives her away, so I love the idea of her expression changing into a really affectionate one before she even notices or realizes it. She realizes she's been smiling the whole time after 5 whole minutes pass or Miku points it out and then she's like, "I-I wasn't smiling or anything?! (unsure why she's immediately denying it)" lol.

Anyway, THAT'S when the tsundere comes out. She isn't tsundere towards Miku unprompted, and even though Teto doesn't know how to deal with Miku YET, that doesn't mean Teto walks on eggshells around her or is curt/cold to her. Teto acts very naturally and herself-- she only gets tsundere whenever she's NOT acting like herself, aka being really weak or soft for Miku at different moments.

Her tsundere is a weak kind of tsundere too (unlike Neru, who isn't in this AU anyway), so she'll just get embarrassed or lie or act kinda awkward or prickly to hide her embarrassment (maybe a sharp word or two, along the lines of "Shush" and "Shuddup"), but in the end, she's a very cute and kind girl. 🥰 They both are 🥰🥰🥰

It might take me one or two more iterations before I'm finally satisfied with the final lineart, but this time, I made the time lapse longer, so you'll be able to see how I struggled to draw Miku for like 2 whole hours. xD

This, too, I want to color. I actually wanted to color my first drawing first, but then I discovered the song I mentioned earlier and it made me so hyped up that I wanted to create a whole new piece about it. Along with the other two songs that I associate with this AU, I was really happy to find yet another one. This song is cute in general too, so it was immediately added to my Motivation playlist. xD

With how hard Miku is to draw and how long drawing takes in general, it makes me even more impressed with Miku artists lol. Like, Miku is so demanding but I love her so of course I'll push through until I do her justice... I'm slow because I care a lot and want to do these two right, ok... xD Lineart and the like is more in my comfort zone, but I'll definitely tackle coloring soon; tonight's session only proves that it'll take longer than I expected/5 hours lol.

I'm not only planning to create stuff for my AU only-- I want to make all kinds of Mktt stuff. But I was really inspired by other people's art and this time, I even drew with their art in mind lol.

I have no idea how long it'll take, but I'll continue to make more art! To me, it's the clearest way I show/understand my love lol. I've been inspired seeing other people's art too, so I definitely wanted to draw my own....

Anyway, time to go tf to sleep. (it's 6 AM 😅)

[raekensarcher]

My fics <3 (completed)

All the love we unraveled (and the life i gave away) 3.1k, Thiam.

Thinks I wasn’t sure i even knew how to feel this way anymore. I didn’t think i was capable of doing anything other than harm. I thought all my hands knew how to do was hurt and take and ruin, but you keep proving me wrong. Please, understand i’m trying my best. Please, see me. See me, see me, see me see

Or: what happened between the time they left the hospital and made it to Liam’s house.

Tell me that we’ll be just fine (Even when i lose my mind) 6.3k, Thiam

"What? No 'Thank you for saving my ass, Theo'?, No 'I'm sorry you had to carry my deadweight through this abandoned zoo while hunters are trying to kill us, Theo. That was really brave of you, Theo.'? Oh, wow, Liam! You are so very welcome for saving your ungrateful ass for the millionth fucking time." Theo growls, eyebrows pinched.

"Do you even need me for this conversation?" Liam says, unimpressed.

Or: The five times Theo had to knock Liam out before they were able to leave the zoo.

Close my eyes, fantasize, three clicks and i’m home 3.7k, Thiam

pain·kil·ler

/ˈpānˌkilər/

noun

1. a drug or a medicine for relieving pain.

Examples: Ibuprofen, Advil, The way Liam is looking at him right now.

Or, Alternatively; Liam comes home to find Theo bleeding out on his floor when he's been MIA for two months.

Cause everyone’s growing, and everyone’s healthy (i’m terrified i might never have met me) 20.3k, Thiam

He's allowing Liam to step into his space, to see the worst part of him and say ‘See me, know me, understand that this is the worst of me but it is not who I am. I am a better version of myself. I am not the worst of my actions. I am more. You know me.’

And hope that Liam understands and accepts him anyways.

Or, alternatively: A post hell fic and the road to healing.

Of Gods and Monsters 3.1k, Thiam

The definition of Chimera goes as follows:

"(in Greek mythology) a fire-breathing (female) monster with a lion's head, a goat's body, and a serpent's tail."

Which is true, but Chimera can also mean:

"A thing that is hoped or wished for but in fact is illusory or impossible to achieve."

Or: Theo’s battle with religion and his belief in God.

I’m here, right here, wishing i could be there for you 3.6k, Thiam

"I just wanted to let you know I'm not mad anymore. Snail la vie, or whatever."

"What la vie?"

Or: There's a halloween party, Liam is a little high, Theo is a little annoyed and they're both a little bit in love.

Crimson stained hands 896, Thiam (Implied)

No amount of scrubbing is going to rid the permanent red tint to his hands.

or: Theo is trying very hard to keep himself together.

[outcastpack]

WIP Wednesday Game (by @kedreeva )

It’s WIP Wednesday, time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants.

Here’s how it works:

In a reblog of this post (so people can find you in the notes) or new thread (w/ rules attached) if you want to play on your own, post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to play!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can't share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Game snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.

Requested/Friend event mentions under the cut! If you'd like to be pinged next week, send me a message to ask!

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Tagged by @equallyloyalandlethal

File names

Thiam as Jasher rewrite

Liams Bi crisis

Guiding Light

Morning after (Thiam as dads)

Cyberwolf

Snippet from : Liam's BI crisis

Buck entered his apartment, letting out a relieved sigh at being able to sleep for the next few hours after a long twenty four hour shift. That and the fact he was still reeling from his first kiss with a guy.

Something he didn't even know he had wanted untill Tommy's lips met his own.

He had been in the haze ever since. This confusion because he wanted to do it again... and again and again.

Walking towards his stairs to head to the second level of the loft, he froze as a bag sat on his kitchen counter pulled his attention.

He frowned at the bag. That wasn't his bag. He didn't own a bag like that. He was carrying his only bag on his body right now.

Instantly the hairs on the back of his neck rose. Something wasn't right.

The aroma of a take out hit his nose.... was that.... Chinese food?

Buck slowly dropped his own bag, wincing at the loud thud it made as it hit the floor. He reached over to grab the bat he had stashed by the stairs slowly so as not to draw any attention to himself.

He could see someone in his living room area spawled across the couch..... whoever it was was sleeping? Faint snores just about reaching Bucks ears.

He grabbed the bat, walking towards the figure. He really wasn't in the mood for whatever bullshit was happening right now.

"Hey!" He shouted, bat raised.

Two things happened simultaneously. The sprawled figure jackhammered upwards, shouting a loud confused 'what' before sliding off the couch face first to the floor.

"Ow." The figure - no the boy - groaned, slowly climbing to his feet. Buck cleared his throat, alerting the boy to his presence but the bat still gripped tight in his hands.

The boys head whirled up to face him. Buck felt his own face grown confused and very exasperated, blinking at the blatant teenager that should be miles away and not in LA.

"Uncle Ev!" The boy shouted, sounding nervous based on the crack in his voice as he shifted on the spot with a small, just as obviously nervous smile. Blue eyes flickering between Buck, the bat, and the phone on the table.

"Liam......" Buck said, the smile on Liam’s face widening at being recognised. It had been three years since he last seen the kid.

"Please don't tell my mom."

And obviously, the kid was looking to have his other older sister kill him.

Tagging @chasing-chimeras @transdunbar @wolfboy88 @thiamsxbitch @ksbbb @rd-eternity and anyone else that wants to

(Sorry if anyone's done it already)

[bi-hop]

faliiiiinnnnnnnn

Falin!

How I feel about this character: it's actually kinda funny upon further reflection that she's one of my favorite characters. because I reread dungeon meshi a lot (just random chapters) to try and absorb the dialogue and she's barely present? Obviously, she haunts the text, and chimera!Falin shows up pretty regularly, but her herself? barely there! mostly post-canon! she rocks though to be clear.

I think what I like most about her is how the person viewing her subtly shapes what we expect from her. I remember being somewhat surprised she was so cordial with her parents still, as Marcille was, because even though Laios acknowledged the possibility of her not being as strongly affected by their upbringing, I didn't actually believe that would be the case. I enjoy that all of her loved ones have these lens on that mean you do get to see Falin, but almost always through these curtains of bias first. I don't know what it means for me that part of why I like her is because of getting to peel back that curtain every so often. LMAO

All the people I ship romantically with this character: Farcille, for starters, which I won't dwell on. basically everyone loves it. LET'S TALK OTHER STUFF!!!!

if I had a nickel for every time I wrote Asivia falling for a lady despite being at Laios' court in post-canon presumably to 'try again', I'd have two nickels. this is becoming a funny trend. anyway won't mention the other fic but I have this general idea for Asivia having an interest in dragoness Falin that no one really picks up on because I like mess. I still don't really know if I want the interest to be reciprocated or not. but I think Asivia is neat. I support women trying to get money out of guys, even if said guy is my fave. enough about Laios though. in terms of attraction, I think it's mostly a matter of beauty and power as the starting point. that might sound not genuine, but I think the draw of the power part of Falin is a fascination with the freedom she now represents and embodies. I dunno though, I've basically invented Asivia in my head.

there's also Rin, which I can only express this way

no one sees my vision though

My non-romantic OTP for this character: Laios (I wish good big brothers were real) of course. Marcille also. I think those are the main ones. That isn't to diminish her bond with any other character, just OTP is a big weighty term to me and those are the dynamics I've dwelled on the most. I should change that though bc Chilchuck calling her strange (if I recall right) in his relationship map (or hers?) was funny to me. you did all that for a girl you think is weird? aight, grump grump

My unpopular opinion about this character: she should have killed more people actually-

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: my dream... my sole dream... is a random ass bonus thing that's 'Falin's traveling journal' a la Senshi's journal and we get to see countries in the dungeon meshi world that weren't named and life is good. life is so good. my final message. gootbye

[g0dspeeed]

A Master List

Howdy!

I'm a jaded hobbyist who enjoys creating digital fan art and fanfiction whenever that allusive inspiration strikes ✨

Most of my content here is for Far Cry 5, but on my AO3 you can find a miniscule of Cyberpunk 2077 and Mass Effect fics.

My stuff may involve sexual content and graphic depictions of violence. Therefore this is a blog for 18+

My OCs:

CAPPIE DE LA COSTA

(Far Cry 5, Far Cry New Dawn, Call of Duty reboot)

Tag-- oc: cappie de la costa

Romance Chart

Art

Face and basic info

Face, 2024

Cappie Pinup (NSFW)

Commission by Schoute

Mood Board by Ladyoriza

Mood Board by Aceghosts

Mood Board by Direwombat

Oh The Bliss!

OTP: CappiEli (Cappie De La Costa and Eli Palmer)

Tags-- otp: cappieli, cappie de la costa x eli palmer

Ship Analysis

Ship Traits

ART

Victory

There's Love In the War Room (NSFW)

Bruises (NSFW)

Commission by Lobanhart

Commission by Redreart

Commission by Redreart

Commission by Schoute

Commission by Ziorre

Commission by Ziorre

Commission by Starsandskies

Mood Board by Direwombat

Writing

Truck Problems

Phone Number

Sparring Lesson (NSFW)

A Little Insecurity

He Knows

The Bad Door

Jealousy (NSFW)

Karaoke Ask Prompt

Making Moves

Swim Date

15 Lines of Dialogue Challenge

Experimenting (NSFW)

**There's a billion Ask Game posts for this ship. Use the tags if you're thirsty enough for more ✨

OTP: Regulars (Cappie De La Costa and Jacob Seed)

Tags-- otp: regulars , cappie de la costa x jacob seed

Art

Writing

Commission by Redreart

What Could Have Been

Easy

A Chase

Call of Duty OTP: Respite (Cappie De La Costa x Nikolai)

Tags-- otp:respite , cappie de la costa x nikolai

Moodboard

Art

Commission by Ziorre

A Kiss Of The Hand

Chimera Jacket/ Snippet

"I care about my time"

Writing

First meeting snippet

"I love you too much..." (NSFW)

RIVER PALMER

(Far Cry New Dawn)

Tag-- oc: river palmer

Romance Chart

Art

Character Bio/Art

Face

Face 2

Red Jacket

Holster

Writing

Meeting Thomas Rush

A River Runs Through It: How River met John Seed

PACE MCCREARY

(Far Cry 5)

Tag-- oc: pace mccreary

Art

Ask Game Brief Intro

My Art

Call of Duty

John "Soap" MacTavish

Far Cry 5

Smile, Jacob!

John Seed

YES - John Seed Speedo

Bliss Quality Control - John Seed

Bliss Quality Control, ii - John Seed

Far Cry 5 Gift Exchange 2022- John Seed x Esther

John Seed in Yara

My Writing

Far Cry 5

Our Greatest Protector - Seed Brothers ; Jacob gets his 1st haircut since reuniting with his siblings

The First Unworthy - Seed Brothers ; John goes a little too far

Together - Seed Brothers ; A bitter sweet reunion for the Seed siblings

Mass Effect

What's A Christmas? - One Turian's curiosity leads the Normandy crew to discuss a very odd topic: Christmas

✨

[the--sound--of--rain]

2022 Writers' Review

It's already two months into the year, but I'm still going to do this, because I think it's such a nice thing. I was tagged by @lavandulacosmos and @natures-marvel thank you! 💕

1. What is your AO3 account?

brownest_goldfish

2. How many words did you write total in 2022?

34'481, according to AO3 stats

It's not a lot of words, but I feel like this was the year I've developed most as a writer so far, especially writing the first chapter of Lamb and the last chapter of my spooktober fic and I'm very proud of that ✨

3. How many fics did you publish in 2022? How many multichapters vs oneshots?

12 fics, 3 multichaptered and 9 oneshots (and of the 3 multichaptered ones only one is finished so you can see that this is not where my strength lies agajsks but i'm trying to do it more and i actually love it!)

4. What was your longest fic? Your shortest fic?

"A Lover in the story" (finished) is the longest at 9987 words but I published 5000 of those in 2023. Otherwise the longest is "A Lamb for Our Love" at 8618 words so far (one of two chapters)

The shortest is "With a smile" at 412 words. The shortness is owed to it being only one scene, more of a picture I imagined after reading Cry Wolf by @roccinan – and since I can't draw, I decide to write it down 🥰

5. What was your most popular fic? Your least popular fic?

I find this so hard to say, because numbers can never really encapsulate this, and every piece of appreciation from anyone for any fic is a gem in itself. But just for simplicity I'll go for Kudos and Hits here:

The one with most Kudos and Hits is funnily one I didn't write for Berlermo, but for "Arcane" as a birthday gift for @stilljustbitten: "Ice blue" got 113 Kudos and 842 Hits, probably owed to the fact that this fandom is just a bit bigger. My most popular Berlermo fic in 2022 in numbers is "Art and Attraction" at 83 Kudos and 755 Hits.

The least popular in numbers is "Love wins" at 16 Kudos and 146 Hits.

6. What fic didn’t perform as well as you thought it would?

I didn't expect a specific amount of reaction on any of them, so I'd say none of them. Every interaction with on of my fics just made me go "oh!🥰"

7. What fic performed way better than you thought it would?

I'd say "Like the Painting of a sorrow" because it was this oneshot I came up with, wrote and posted within 24 hours, a random idea after reading Dorian Gray. That being said, I am very proud and fond of it, so it made me so happy that it was appreciated!

And also "Love wins", I struggled getting the first chapter together and was worried it was too chaotic, and I was so happy it got good feedback.

8. What was your favorite fic you wrote from 2022?

I'm most proud of and currently most emotionally attached to "A Lover in the story". I'm especially proud of the last chapter, mostly because I managed to write it at all and make something I really like of it.

A Lamb for our Love stands right next to it though – although it's still not finished. (Not because I neglected it, but just because the second chapter is so hard to write) and I'm so excited for what it will become <3

9. What was your favorite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022?

Reducing this to one would be a shame, so I'll list a few 😊

and that was the moment i knew by @alfredo-kesmann

Andrés has Hanahaki disease and coughs up red roses. Whose favourite flowers could those be?

It had started with inconspicuous coughing, a few weeks ago. Soon followed the shaky breaths, the trouble breathing normally at random times. Then, came the shaking fingers, half a week later, creating unavoidable unsteady black lines in the painting he had been working on, the jawline of his self portrait now ruined.

A beautiful take on the trope, with all the drama befitting Berlermo, and overall an extremely romantic and enjoyable read.

Chimera 키메라 by @signorin-anarchia

A sort of crossover of Money Heist Korea and La casa de papel. Andrés is in the concentration camp Korean Berlin was in. Martín joins him there.

His mother's arms are a cradle, a safe haven.

A shelter from all that is evil on earth.

He can remember the faded feeling of bones colliding, rubbing, which nevertheless feels as comfortable as nothing in the world.

Nothing in the whole world.

But there's never much more than anything in the world.

And now his mother's arms are pincers, stealing his life, locking his way.

A very interesting concept with beautiful execution, and very poetic prose that aches just right when you read it.

The Swan's Symphony by @nharidy

Martín plans another and executes heist after the gold heist, and a rescue mission for Andrés on the side – who is alive but asuffering <3. All the old members of the gang are there, and also a lot of new additions.

“Is this true?” Estocolmo asked, turning to El Professor. Mirko, however, was looking at Palermo. It doesn't matter whether it's true or not , he realized. Palermo wasn’t there because one night in the future he might get killed in his bed. 

No, he was there for the one and only reason he's ever done anything since Mirko knew him.

El Profesor sighed.

This genuinely feels like a continuation of lcdp. It gives all the vibes of the show, the characters, their interactions and the action, flashbacks and execution of the heist are spot on. Just overall extremely fun to read.

Remember what your old pal said by @roccinan

La casa de papel Toy Story AU. Andrés is a bullfighter doll, and he finds Martín in the collection he belongs to. But what is Martín really up to?

Andrés is beautiful. And he doesn’t need a mirror to tell him what he already knows. Because he can stare at anything that bounces back light for a wonderful view of himself from head to toe: sunglasses, helmet visors, watches, or even the window on a bright spring day.

He has a slim, well-proportioned frame, a statuesque figure that expertly hides a body of incredible might and power within its wires.

This is genuinely just hilarious, and Andrés is perfectly delusional in it. And the Berlermo romance is so sweet – with an added element of darkness, of course.

10. Tag your friends to do this year-end fic review as well!

I think everyone has already been tagged and done this agajsks but I'll tag the ones I haven't seen doing it, please just ignore this if you have ✌🏼💕 @dormarunt @liz @signorin-anarchia @oreo @lammaducks ✨

[chi-chi-chimera]

Fic Ideas (free to a good home)

Long masterpost of various plot bunnies and fic ideas I’ve had over the years, for various fandoms. Pick them up if you’re interested. 

Note: the formating on this only works if you go to my blog itself, not on dashboard.

TRANSFORMERS:

Human town AU, in the 80s. Mining town where the mines have since closed. Shockwave owned the mine and was in with the government, secretly mining uranium. Outliers = shockwave sponsored children’s ward at hospital for all these kids turning up with cancer. Megatron was a miner, now running for a government position (state governor). Shady deals with local gangs. Beating up gangsters. Running Overlord out of town.

Empurata Optimus. Caught by Sentinel Prime during the time when he’s running with the outliers. Make an example of him like they did with Shockwave. Mnemosurgery to make him ‘Lawful’. However following the letter of the law and their government conflicts and he is able to break through the mental block. Alpha Trion gets him the Matrix. Joins the Decepticons. MegOp.

Starscream gets to be happy and learn he can win by actually making things better for people. Wheeljack helps. People stop being mean to him and he gets over his trauma. 

Rung remembers he’s Primus from the beginning and tries to stop the war.

RIVERS OF LONDON:

Role reversal AU, somewhat based on sixthlight’s ‘Changes of Perspective’:

 the Folly/Little Crocodiles being the mainstream and Nightingale being the ‘faceless man’. Similar background with Ettersberg happening differently, Folly still being around, Chorley et al joining in the traditional way and getting up to all sorts of unethical things. Lesley POV at least at first - she goes to murder squad, peter goes to case progression. Peter ghost hunting, meets nightingale, but no transfer as nightingale isn’t police. Learning magic in secret - Lesley is aware something’s up but reckons peter is trying to keep his new posh bf secret. Different jobs mean they see less of each other anyway. Lesley partly caught up in Punch thing tho not as pretty polly - sees Folly magic during Chelsea riots and is selected as police liaison. Picks up magic similarly to canon, so they are forced to train her. 

Magic still a well kept secret - rich, important people know, general public less so.

Time advances. Lesley and Chorley get on/work well together. Slowly inducted into Dark Side of Folly, human experimentation, unethical magic, right-wing bigot attitudes a la canon. Drifting further apart from Peter, who is moving slowly up his own side of the career ladder. Seems outwardly to have lost some of his drive/ambition, but this is because of split attention between police and wizardry.

Nightingale left Folly after war with David Mellenby to retire - soured by war. David kept on with scientific assessment of magic, ended up recruiting some students, associating more deeply with demimonde, was deemed to be a threat by the Folly and died suddenly and inexplicably - murdered, but that can’t be proved. David had been keeping enough of all this from Thomas that he wasn’t targeted by Folly at same time - also some fear of Nightingale’s power. Subsequently Thomas withdrew from the world even more, and then the anti-aging started to happen, and he dropped off the Folly’s radar (or, Folly tried to kill him, he escaped, and faked his own death?)

Nightingale running an ‘underground railroad’ for victims of the Folly - chimeras, fae and the like

Nightingale trying to amass enough power to take down the Folly’s wards, hence various ritual things as per Faceless Man, and eventually coming to the Folly’s attention once more, though they don’t know who he is

Nightingale doesn’t want outward war with Folly because of collateral damage to demi-monde, they keep trying to force a confrontation, even though lots of fear of his level of power/speculation about still being alive and how

Base of operations - family property, but might not have been able to legally inherit it? False identity from the Rivers, owes them a favour - possibly paying that back by running the demimonde safehouse. 

Some kind of Dresden Files casefic crossover

Magnus Archives crossover:

has Chorley been working toward an Entity ritual this whole time? The Lonely was trying to get Nightingale during the time he was the Last Bastion of English Magic. Newtonian magic and the genius locii as something unconnected to the 14 - not everything is lovecraftian horror, but the Archives tend not to run into nice things. 

Black Library is full of ‘Leitner’ books

halley/raynier and newton were friends - the Dark has been concealing knowledge of the Dread Powers from Newtonian wizards for a long time

It starts with a book Peter finds at the goblin market, one which has strange signare and which Nightingale takes from him very quickly before it can get its teeth into him too much

Peter and Arcane Architecture - robert smirke et al

Sometime mid season 4/2018 but pre apocalypse, enough for trauma-hungry archivist and peter has a lot of trauma

STAR WARS:

Twin Sunrise universe rewrite of the ST:

Ben Solo has been having dreams of the desert for as long as he can remember. It’s hot and dry and he is always hungry. The sand is a graveyard of Imperial vessels, remnants of the civil war. He has told his parents about his dreams, but none of them have any idea what they mean. Then one night there are voices in the dream. Voices upon voices, screaming at him. 

Ben has been training with his mother and uncle in the ways of the Force along with other children who had previously been destined to be Inquisitors

Hux Palpatine is growing up alongside him, with some strength in the Force but not enough to have been a Republic Jedi. He and Ben are tentative boyfriends. 

Rey is a wage-slave in the desert of Jakku and she’s had a running commentary in her head for as long as she can remember, going on about the Sith and her Destiny.

The ST but Finn is the main character and it’s about brainwashed stormtroopers and the political state of the galaxy makes sense.

Maul trains Grogu AU:

Maul is the one who comes for Grogu on Tython and he gets there before Luke does. 

Luke arrives too late and is very confused. 

Time Travel Vader AU:

Vader gets sent physically back in time, suit and all, and runs around the galaxy fucking shit up, threatening his younger self, pining over Padme, keen on killing Palpatine etc. 

The Jedi think he’s some ancient Sith Lord from the Old Empire who has been in carbonite this whole time or something. 

Purge Trooper Cody! Au:

That one tumblr post basically.

ATLA:

Ozai is ‘helping’ AU: 

Ursa fails to assassinate Azulon, and is killed. Ozai flees the palace before he is imprisoned and executed, and ends up having to leave the Fire Nation after he is proclaimed a traitor. 

Being too open with his firebending in the Earth Kingdom is… troublesome. Killing is fine, but even Ozai can’t take on entire Earth regiments. He resolves to be more sneaky. 

Still refuses to use bladed weapons, just martial arts forms. 

The ‘Red Dragon’ spirit - Ozai is rather enjoying having the freedom to hunt and murder people occasionally on his travels and have it blamed on a fire spirit. It’s how he de-stresses. 

Some years later Ozai is no closer to finding a way to kill his father and his brother and reclaim the throne. He is aware his children were adopted officially by Iroh. After Aang wakes up, he spends longer in the South Pole before leaving to travel north with Katara and Sokka. They run into Ozai on Kyoshi Island, who immediately sees this as an opportunity.

Ozai doesn’t intend to win forgiveness by capturing the Avatar, but given that he is an official traitor to the Fire Lord, why doesn’t that make him one of the ‘good guys’? - not that he tells them all the details about why he’s a traitor/ The Avatar and his two water barbari… friends could surely benefit from some adult supervision/protection, yes? And the Avatar will eventually need a firebending teacher. 

Ozai is really enjoying manipulating these children - more than he should considering its beneath his dignity - but the longer he travels with them the more he hates their damn childishness. He has to find time to go and… ‘relieve his stress’. After a while the tales of the Red Dragon spirit reach Aang’s ears, and he’s horrified that such an evil spirit seems to be following him - he will have to find it and deal with it! That… doesn’t really work. 

“I’ll save you from the pirates!” Murders everyone. 

FMA/ATLA crossover:

Ed and Roy Mustang get caught up in some human transmutation kookyness and sent through the Gate to the ATLA world. Alchemy doesn’t really work there, but Truth is able to align them to bending elements - Roy to Fire and Ed to Earth. They pop out somewhere in the Earth Kingdom and spend some time getting the lay of the land and working out what they can do now. 

Unfortunately they figure out the bending before figuring out the political situation, and Mustang firebends in front of Earth soldiers. The pair are taken captive. 

This is the same Earth unit that ends up capturing Iroh - when Zuko comes for him, they all escape together. 

Mustang tells people Ed is his son without an understanding of the implications of a firebender with an earthbending kid. This doesn’t go over well with the Earth soldiers. 

Ed and Roy have to get to somewhere spiritual in order to get back home, so end up travelling with Zuko for a while. They know they’re only getting one side of the story of the war, and Mustang isn’t going to risk making any moral judgements about any side. 

CRITICAL ROLE:

Established relationship complicated by ep 97:

Caleb and Essek started up a relationship before the revelation that he was behind stealing the beacons in S02E97. Lots of guilt feelings pre-97 from Essek. Caleb trying to figure out how he feels about Them after it. Forgiveness and coming back together by the time of Aeor and the endgame.

Time travel AU:

Something bad happens with Trent after Aeor etc and Essek travels back in time to meet the Mighty Nein and try and eliminate Trent before it gets to that point. 

Who is this mysterious drow wizard adventurer? Essek falls back on Secrets and doesn’t tell them who he is or even that he knows them. Just poses as a regular adventurer who shares their goals. Weird tension with Caleb and Molly, but he doesn’t know much is safe to explain, and doesn’t want to jeopardize the relationship that ought to build between the Caleb and Essek of his own timeline. 

Perhaps he looks slightly different as well from injuries sustained in final fights. Still has the eye tattoo as a memento of Cognousa - previously it had no power left, but here and now… 

Initially Mighty Nein POV reacting to this stranger. Drips and drabs of Essek POV. 

Scourger/Evil!AU:

Loyal weapon Bren escorts his Master Trent to meet with the Shadowhand who is delivering the beacons for a research project. He is very curious about said research, but that isn’t what he is For. He is For Killing Traitors. 

Essek starts to get concerned about the lack of research feedback and knowledge sharing from the Assembly. He starts to reach out for answers but keeps being rebuffed. Bren is sent to warn him off, reminding him of mutually assured destruction but also that he has much more to lose than they do. Once in Essek’s tower though, Bren is caught off-guard by the drow’s dunamancy and is knocked out or otherwise imprisoned. 

Conversation. Both find themselves intrigued by the other. Bren wants Trent dead and sees Essek as an opportunity. Essek wants a way to know what the Empire knows about the beacons. They decide to work together. 

Secret meetings in between their other responsibilities. Sharing magic. Trading Beacon research for dunamancy knowledge. Impressed by each other’s ruthless ambition. Intellectual attraction becomes physical attraction. 

Then the attempt to steal the beacons back and the Mighty Nein’s involvement (called something else now because no Caleb. Chaos Crew?)

Professor Caleb:

Students in his transmutation class at the solstryce academy trying to figure out what his deal is, and why he has so many boyfriends - a new one every few months!

Other volstrucker AU:

Volstrucker Caleb AU where he and his team attack and kidnap the Shadowhand... not knowing that his brother Verin is friends with a mercenary group called The Mighty Nein who immediately start hunting their asses to get his asshole brother back as a favor to their friend.

AU where the hot boi the M9 are friends with is an echo knight panicking about his evil brother getting nabbed and said evil brother is just being a BITCH to Bren, Astrid, and Eodwulf the whole time. Volstrucker trio torment.

MDZS:

XiYao Dark post-canon AU:

LXC takes JGY back to Cloud Recesses and imprisons him in the jingshi in knowing mirror of his father’s actions. JGY has core sealed and house is warded. Plus knows all allies are dead. LXC being driven darker and darker by grief. Relationship goes back to being sexual - maybe JGY is trying to manipulate him but he tells himself he won’t be caught by that, but also wants him so much still. Lots of twisted emotions and no happy ending.

The juniors thoughts on LWJ and (to them) MoXuanyu being in a relationship. Speculation re: replacing WWX given the physical similarities. // LWJ has actually been fucking lots of demonic cultivators in the 13 years. 

What if Baxia shipped NieYao!AU. Sabers have the ability to discern truthfulness via blood?

LSZ feeling guilty about being in love with three people (JL LJY, Ouyang) when real Lans are only meant to have one true love.

No-one survives the burial mounds - WWX dies there when he’s dropped in. WWX came back wrong trope. JC noticing little things are off. Genuine evil. LWJ too much in love to let himself see it.

Murder twink basement crew shenanigans. Perhaps Xue Yang brings his new boyfriends home to meet the family?

Jin Ling grapples with the legacy of his uncle and complicated/ambivalent feelings towards him

Wangxian Evil!Ghost AU, inspired by that one fic:

Lan Wangji makes contact with a spirit when playing Inquiry. Trying to get it to move on, but this proves difficult. Talking builds a relationship. Wei Ying introduces himself by that name. Everything seems normal enough.

Little details about WWX’s life start to strike LWJ as odd, but he is reassured by WWX each time.

WWX persuades LWJ to travel to the Burial Mounds. They talk about the history of the place - centuries ago the founder of demonic cultivation the Yiling Patriarch ruled the area and eventually died there. WWX “huh, sounds cool, no i don’t recognise that story why’d you ask ha ha”.

Once inside the Burial Mounds WWX reveals that he is indeed the Yiling Laozu and manifests as an evil ghost. 

LWJ realises. He fucked up!

LXC goes after his brother but its already too late. He’s been killed and is stuck as a ghost by WWX’s side forever!

Reincarnation Wangxian AU, inspired by that comic:

Modern times but the Xianxia past is real. WWX is currently alive and reincarnated, living as a historian. He moves to Gusu for research purposes. 

Back then, LWJ died from the thirty-three strokes and wasn’t around to see WWX reincarnated. That’s why he’s been haunting Cloud Recesses as a ghost for so long. WWX was brought back by Mo Xuanyu, but wasn’t able to avoid detection with LWJ to protect him. JC tracked him down and that was a whole… situation. JGY framed him for the arm thing and the cultivation world demanded his death. 

NHS ended up going after JGY in a totally unsubtle way and just… ended up assassinating him. It caused another war and all the major sects were caught up in it. Nie Clan ended up destroyed. Tumultuous period. Bad ending all round. 

WWX is haunted by LWJ’s ghost. Magic is real??? 

IDK romance and historical discovery. WWX gets several published papers out of this. 

Yiling patriarch/evil overlord trope:

Many years ago the yiling patriarch ruled the yiling wei sect and did necromancy shit. Sects got together to bring him down and defeated/killed him. A backlash curse from his death created the Burial Mounds. 

In the ‘present’, LWJ is doing normal Lan things. How modern do we want to go? 

Somehow the yiling patriarch has returned!

Wangxian meetcute. 

Rebuilding the yiling wei? Chilling and doing necromancy things? Enrolling in university to see how far the studies of necromancy have come since his day? Revenge? World domination?

[hey-hamlet]

Fic title game: “would you consider...doing literally anything but that?”

Izuku accidentally befriends Shigaraki online via an MMO - he has no clue its Shigaraki, but the other works it out when Izuku apologises for being offline because of a villain attack at his school 3 days after the USJ incident.

Shigaraki tries to get Izuku to admit he hates villainous quirks and is only in it for the money, only for Izuku to come right back around and say the opposite consistently.

On the other end, Izuku is worried about his online friend with an abusive guardian falling into a crowd of possible villains, and tries to convince the other boy he's there to help if he ever needs it.

feat.

Shigaraki kidnapping Izuku at the training camp, with AFO telling him to come clean so he can see Izuku is just another shallow hero and hates him, only for Izuku to immediately become deeply concerned for Shigaraki when he realises "online friend in a bad situation with an abusive guardian" is the man in front of him and starts trying to be like "look i know you hate heroes but your sensei is a terrible terrible person and he's treating you like shit - i promise you can crash at my house while we look for another place for you to stay, its ok if you hate me but you really shouldn't have to live like this -"

Izuku is the only hero in the guild. The rest of the players are villains, but it wasn't intentional at all. Dabi, Gentle, La Brava, Genten, Chronos, Shigaraki, Spinner, Chimera, Twice and Magne all just accidentally joined the same guild. None of them are aware of the others, but they love their baby hero.

izuku is actually really good at MMOs but plays the weirdest builds. Like - healer!necromancer? izuku! why!. it's killing his guildmates.

dabi only plays ice elementalists. he has 3 different characters with the same build.

shouto also plays the same MMO and has run into Dabi multiple times, and is convinced he must also be a Todoroki.

[ironmariposa]

Encanto Fanfic Recs

I love making fanfic rec lists and I’m excited there’s enough on my Encanto list to start one. I will continue to add as I find more.

Tiles on a Roof by @avatarvyakara

Summery: A series of one-shots set among the family Madrigal.

Notes: love every single one of these. Very in character. Read everything he writes, you won’t regret it.

Rumble Thu Bellyful! by @cheetee

Summery: Everything is perfect between Mariano and Dolores. There's just one thing: every time their relationship comes up, it starts to rain. Why doesn't Pepa Madrigal seem to approve of her new future son-in-law? Fortunately, Mariano is determined to earn her trust. And he's found just the solution. There's definitely no way that this can go wrong.

Notes: THIS FIC!!! The characterization of every single character is absolutely spot on!! I laughed so much reading this, my heart melted and I can not wait to read it again! So so good!!

A Gift By Any Other Name by newfallenleaves

Summery: They’d all had such hope, when Mirabel did not receive a curse. But Casita does not take well to defiance. And she is not willing to give up her thralls so easily.

Notes: Encanto as a horror movie. Such a good, fun twist.

When the Cats Away by @cheetee

Summery: Tío Bruno is in charge, and he's banned Camilo and Mirabel from saving Encanto.

Heavy Blanket by between

Summery: The first time Camilo remembers seeing snow, he's three years old and his mamá won't come out of her room.

When It Rains, It Pours by by Wolfsong6913 & Word_Addict

Summery: Felix never used to like the way Pepa's weather was out of control whenever she was pregnant. He soon learned that it never lasted for as long as he'd like.

A Little Light To Make Us See by wolfsong6913

Summery: All is well, the Casita and their gifts are restored, and the Madrigals couldn't be happier. Most of them, anyway. Camilo, however is upset at how he and his family treated Mirabel for years. He can't forgive them, and he refuses to understand. The candle is going to make him.

Something Unexpected by @wikluk

Summery: Julieta has a small request for Antonio but she didn’t consider just how much influence Camilo has on his younger brother.

Notes: this is absolutely delightful and adorable.

Middle Child Syndrome by @atomic-bobo

Summery: Casita is rebuilt, the family is healing, a perfect happy ending. Except no one had fixed anything for Camilo, and when he gets sick, the family finds out just how badly they have been neglecting him.

Chimera by bexii

Summery: Camilo has a slight identity issue and though he tries to hide it at first, the whole family rally to support him. Family fluff with emotional issues.

Tail of the Frog by @cheetour

Summery: Mirabel has a secret, Bruno has an incurable cold, and Camilo and Antonio have a mystery to solve. Julieta... has too much to do.

Ugly Lips by @lariskapargitay

Notes: Absolutely heartbreaking. Please read trigger warning

I'll brick by brick rebuilt us (out of how's and why's not when's) by @acewithapaintbrush

Summery: Rebuilding a house doesn't fix everything. The Madrigal children have been struggling for a long time and they will keep struggling. But thankfully they now have a tio by their side who knows what it's like to feel the walls closing in on you.

Home Sweet Home by fichistory

Summery: The Casita has fallen and Mirabel has to process it.

To Summon A Goddess by @themorgtician

Summery: After centuries of searching, the last members of the Cult of Pachamama has finally found the vessel of their beloved goddess. It comes in the form of a weather-gifted redhead named Pepa Madrigal. Now that they’ve found her, nothing will stop them from completing their goals. Not even her family.

Dance With Me by @julietaswifey

Summery: Julieta and Agustín return home after a night out together. Drunk on wine and each other they try not to make too much noise, and of course they fail miserably

La Verdad de La Sangre by Elli_Lite

Summery: Camilo Madrigal thought that Mirabel only had a bad day. Make her laugh a little bit, give her space, and she was back to normal. It was easy to forget. Little did he know that her bad day would lead to a murder, two marriages, multiple children, and then a double homicide fifteen years in the making.

Notes: I read this then immediately reread. Just wow!! Warning this is a dark fic and touches on lots of subjects that may be uncomfortable so read the tags. But Isabela in this fic slays me. And the voice of Camilo is so perfect. I’m ready to reread this again just talking about it.

How Abuela Became an Abuela by @wifeofbean

Summery: Multi-chapter fic depicting the births of each Madrigal grandchild. (All chapters rated T except chapter 5.)

Notes: This fic!!! So many emotions. Also I declare every chapter as canon.

Beautiful by @wifeofbean

Summery: Luisa doesn't know who she is without her Gift; Agustin does his best to reassure her.

There’s rue for you by @wifeofbean

Summery: Julieta's knowledge of herbs extends beyond her magical Gift, and she helps where she's needed.

If I Seem Too Serene, Torture Me by @wifeofbean

Summery: NSFW. Julieta and Agustin drink together, have some fun, then have some more fun the next afternoon. Smut.

Notes: if it’s not obvious you should definitely read all of their fics cause ❤️❤️❤️

Birds of Paradise by @cheetour

Summery: With the mountain pass open, the outside world is now open to the Encanto. Isabela is wearing women's pants. The Madrigal uncles are starting a college fund. But when a mysterious scientist arrives in the Encanto, claiming to be in search of a rare bird, Mirabel can't shake the feeling that something terrible is going to happen.

The Waiting Game by @mm-so-this-is-love

Summery: While Casita is being rebuilt the Madrigal family moves in with generous villagers, but the lack of privacy starts to wear on Pepa who just wants some alone time with her husband.

Sunny side up by @patron-saints

Summery: pepa's anxieties about the new baby seem worse than normal, so julieta does what any good sister would do and makes her a midnight snack.

Protective Instinct by @sokkas-first-fangirl

Summery: Five times Pepa protected Bruno, one time she didn't and one time Bruno returned the favour

Thread by Thread, Side by Side by @inkquillery

Summery: Mirabel Madrigal ran away in the direct aftermath of Casita's fall, and during the three years she stayed away, here are the five times someone found the wayward Madrigal in Casita's kitchen with a first aid kit... Plus the one time everyone found her.

Dying (of embarrassment but someone beat me to it) by @kirrithian

Summery: After being mortally embarrassed, Mirabel is hiding under her bed in the casita. Julieta and Pepa share stories to help her feel better.

Cross your fingers by @thisstableground

Summery: It's not that Mirabel wants to push Bruno into spilling all of his secrets within five minutes of coming home, it's just that she does think that maybe, possibly it might be a good idea to mention to his sisters and his mother that he's been living in the walls before they dig his hideout out of the rubble, especially now that all of the kids already know.

Patching the Cracks by @cakebedamned

Summery: Sure, the Madrigal house can fracture under pressure, but it wouldn't hold together at all if not for the family's love for each other. It's so, so, far from perfect, but that doesn't make it unimportant.

Leap of Faith by @solibri

Summery: casita falls and the subsequent morning that ensues, from camilo's perspective

The Price of a Miracle by baletetree

Summery: Alma Madrigal knows she isn’t long for this world. The Miracle, now more powerful than ever, needs a new Guardian—one with strength of will and insight, one who can harness the magic and push it beyond its limits... one who can be the Miracle itself. If only there was a better way than thrusting that particular responsibility onto a young girl battling through the trenches of puberty and other woes of adolescence.

Someone to Snuggle with by @pensandpizza

Summery: You can't be Fun Tio Bruno all the time. When Bruno is left in a foul mood after a night plagued with sleep visions, the only member of the Madrigal family that can help is the gigantic, dangerous carnivore that lives a few doors down.

The Prince of a Miracle by BaleteTree

Summery: Alma Madrigal knows she isn’t long for this world. The Miracle, now more powerful than ever, needs a new Guardian—one with strength of will and insight, one who can harness the magic and push it beyond its limits... one who can be the Miracle itself. If only there was a better way than thrusting that particular responsibility onto a young girl battling through the trenches of puberty and other woes of adolescence.

Notes: I love the way they write Mirabel and OMG I have never fallen in love with OCC characters faster (normally I’m not a big fan.)

Milhojas by Queer_Of_Clubs

Summery: The origin of Julieta and Agustín's relationship.

A Change of Life by @mm-so-this-is-love

Summer: Julieta and Pepa have taken to comparing notes on their change of life symptoms, but something seems off to Julieta.

Clear Skies Forever by @foreveranevilregal

Summery: Tired of feeling like she's hurting her family, Pepa does the unimaginable. But her family isn't ready to give up on her...

Tumblr Drabbles

Camilo Fic by @lariskapargitay

Notes: absolutely adorable!!!

Negativa by @avatarvyakara

Notes: I’ve already said you need to read all of his fics and this is a part of ToaR but I love protective Félix so much.

Pepa/Félix wedding by @foreveranevilregal

Notes: more protective Félix

Daddy’s Girl by @ermine-writer

Luisa is a daddy’s girl 100%

A Place to be Alone by @julietaswifey

Feliz Día de la Madre by @inkquillery

Gravely Injured by @the-madrigals-bitch

Sweet Mira & Pepa moment by @foreveranevilregal (really just read all of their tumblr drabbles. You won’t regret it.)

Julieta & her Girls by @allofasudden00

Mothers Day Madness by @allofasudden00

Tea Party with tío Félix by @needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves

Bad Day by @needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves

Dance with Me & When the Dance is Over by @julietaswifey

[thatringboy]

Riordanverse Fic Idea

Apollo returns to CHB and is all like “we’re getting the band back together!”

everyone’s like “wtf??? apollo just showed up at camp???” but he’s got a show planned

Apollo begins announcing that he and Chiron invited back some older campers to be temporary senior counselors because it occurred to them that the regular campers have no idea how to survive in the real world

In comes the legends themselves:

Percy Jackson

Annabeth Chase

Drew Tanaka

Clarisse La Rue

Travis Stoll

Katie Gardner

Jake Mason

Thalia Grace

Everyone’s like “ooh” and “aah” and “step on me drew” but Apollo silences them all and says “These people are gonna show you the most important stuff you’ll ever learn!”

Will goes “Like how to react when bitten by a Chimera?”

“Nope.”

Sherman raises his hand. “How to use an automatic grenade launcher without loosing fingers?”

“Nope.”

“Then what?” Lou Ellen raised an eyebrow

Travis steps forward with a shit eating grin. “I’m gonna show you losers how to balance a checkbook.”

Clarisse rolls up her sleeves. “And almost none of you kids know anything about physical therapy. You gotta stretch before you run!”

Thalia and Katie link arms. “We’ll show you how to identify poisonous non-magical plants.”

Drew crossed her own arms. “And how to sew clothing.”

“Also how to study properly.” Annabeth groans.

“And construction lessons!“ Jake smiles as well.

Percy cracks his knuckles. “And you better believe that I’m gonna show you kids how to make simple foods because the camp stuff spoils you all.”

And that is how Camp Half-Blood because just like any other summer camp, just with more swords.

[curligurl0896]

So getting to read @thejakeformerlyknownasprince 's FMA AU reminded me of my own ideas for a FMA/Animorphs fic. A crossover, in this case, a Megamorphs of sorts (complete with rotating narration) because I really want an excuse to have the Animorphs interact with the characters of the FMA universe. I don't have enough ideas worked out to confidently write a whole fanfic yet, so I think I'll just share some of my ideas so that at least they don't stay inside my head forever like the vast majority of ideas that I either never finish enough to post it or just never get around to at all, especially when my brain is always generating new plot bunnies instead of focusing on developing the ones I already have, it's so distracting lol

(Also maybe y'all could give some suggestions if you wanna, I'd definitely appreciate it lol)

Anyway, here it is:

First off, the answer as to how exactly the Animorphs end up in the FMA universe: I was kicking around a few ideas for this, and was originally thinking something along the lines of like, a freak accident that somehow results in them ending up in front of the Gate of Truth, but I think a better idea would be for an alchemist (or perhaps even several alchemists) to end up in the Aniverse, get Yeerkified, and the Yeerk (or Yeerks, as it may be), intrigued by the memories and knowledge of an alternate Earth where you can manipulate matter and shape it according to your will with nothing more than a well drawn chalk circle (or even less than that if you've been through the Gate, as the Yeerk(s) will eventually discover), lured in by the idea of a legendary object that supposedly can be used to circumvent a pesky little law known as Equivalent Exchange, decides to pull something of a "Tom's Yeerk and his Yeerk buddies a la book 52" deciding to start their own colony in the FMAverse where they won't have to answer to the Council of Thirteen or the Visserarchy (well, at least the ones higher ranked than the Yeerk in charge, who, I imagine, would have to be a Sub-Visser at the very least to have the power to arrange all this) in addition to being able to use alchemy, which, much like the morphing power, can be used for a massive variety of things, ranging from merely convenient to pretty damn useful in a pinch to OP as fuck to even just downright terrifying.

It takes a lot of time and meticulous planning, of course, as they have to find a way to transport the Yeerks, their ship, and all the other stuff they'll need to thrive over there through the Gate and into the FMAverse-- all while in a universe where alchemy flat out doesn't work. The Yeerks have to figure out how to get around that issue, and it takes at least a year of research and using their new hosts' alchemical knowledge to work out a solution, but they work it out, and soon enough they get everything set up and ready to go. At some point, the Chee find out about this secret unknown project going on, inform the Animorphs about it, and Jake decides that they should at least check it out on the off chance that it's something big.

That's where the story officially starts: with our team of traumatized teenage shapeshifters at the location where this thing is being set up (haven't figured out the where yet). They've spent the past several days spying on these Yeerks, but still aren't sure what exactly is going on-- they keep talking about opening a gate-- and aren't sure if it's worth it. Marco's convinced the whole thing is ridiculous, especially after overhearing a human Controller mention something about a "Philosopher's Stone" ("What is this, Harry Potter? Are they gonna wave wooden sticks around and yell in Latin?") . Rachel is bored at this point, and just wants to kick ass and call it a day-- they were probably up to no good anyway. Cassie isn't particularly keen on the asskicking part, but she's been having a bad feeling about all this that she can't shake, and Tobias agrees that something fishy is going on and says they should wait a few days-- after all, from what they've gleaned, whatever plans these Yeerks had would be set in motion very soon. Ax, being Ax, declares as usual that he'll just go along with whatever Prince Jake orders, though when Jake presses him about his opinion, he just says he isn't sure what to make of it. In the end, they keep it up for a couple more days, and sure enough, the time comes for the Yeerks to "open the gate", whatever that means.

After all the time they'd spent spying on the Yeerks, it is conveniently now, when the Yeerks are about to do their thing, that they're discovered. It quickly turns into a fight, and the Animorphs attempt to bail as they're soon overwhelmed-- and then the Gate is opened.

None of them had any idea what to expect next. They certainly weren't expecting the blue lightning that erupted around them in a massive circle, seeming to originate from the curving lines that had been so painstakingly carved into the floor. They aren't expecting the atmosphere to turn dark and purple and creepy, or for a giant grey eye to suddenly appear beneath them, or for wavy black tentacle arms to come out of that eye. And they definitely were NOT expecting to abruptly find themselves in the white void of Zerospace.

Only they aren't in Z-space, exactly. Surrounded by it, sure, but somehow they stand there, as if on solid ground, surrounded by the eerie blankness that had once nearly suffocated them to death.

Each Animorph is utterly alone, with nothing and no one else in sight. That is, until they hear a voice, one that sounds like several voices speaking in unison, and suddenly they see a figure-- or, more accurately, an outline of a figure, with only shadows to mark where the figure ended and the void began. The figure is shaped like a human in all but Ax and Tobias's case: the figure Ax sees is shaped like an Andalite, and Tobias's version takes the form of a bird.

Truth gives the whole "I am God, I am the world, and I am also you" speech, then informs them they can't pass through the Gate without payment. Suddenly, there's a huge gateway where previously there was nothing. Truth is unconcerned with the fact that these "A-ni-morphs" have zero clue what's going on-- it simply takes the required toll and sends them on their way.

Except the toll is literal body parts-- which, even then, isn't usually a big deal for an Animorph, but in this case it absolutely is a big deal, because, as they'll soon discover, there's no way they're going to just replace their lost limbs through morphing. It's expressly forbidden for one to simply have nice things in this universe; in other words, Truth isn't letting them off the hook that easily.

The discovery that they're not able to replace their lost body parts through morphing is especially horrifying to Ax, because, well, y'know... book 40. The one that every Ax fan, and really anyone who otherwise genuinely enjoys Ax's character, would like to pretend never fucking happened.

In fact, given Truth's precedent for irony when extracting payment from people who've opened/been through the Gate in the series, I have no doubt in my mind that Ax would end up suffering the exact same fate as Mertil. Andalites, after all, place high value on their tail blades, especially the warriors; it's their number one go-to weapon when shit hits the fan. Ax himself is such a warrior, in fact it's a huge part of who he is as a person. Needless to say I think yeeting Ax's tail blade would be the exact kind of twisted irony that Truth would employ.

He gets over himself eventually-- well, sort of. However, it takes him a long time to truly come to terms with it-- instead of accepting that the attitudes he'd been taught his whole life regarding those who aren't fully able-bodied are actually shit, I feel like he'd be more likely to double down on them, internalizing them, and actually go into full-on self loathing as a result.

He holds his metaphorical tongue, though, upon seeing that Tobias has suffered a payment that is arguably far more cruelly ironic-- given that Tobias is a bird, given that his initial attraction to the morph that eventually became his default body came from the sense of freedom and escapism only provided through flying, I think it's fairly obvious what Truth would take: his wings.

As for the others: Rachel has lost her arm (for basically the same reason Ed did), Cassie loses her hands (which she uses to, you know, help injured animals and stuff), and as for Jake... well, it was a bit of a struggle, the best I could come up with is the idea of him going blind much like Mustang did after being forced to open the Gate (though maybe not for the same reason, though... idk. If anyone has any better suggestions, please let me know lol, I couldn't think of any solid ideas for what body part would be ironic for Jake to lose). Marco is the only one who doesn't lose any outwardly visible body parts-- what he loses is his voice.

At some point, they are discovered, taken into custody by the Amestrian military, and eventually they end up in Colonel Mustang's office. Mustang listens to their story with a massive dose of skepticism. He isn't sure what to make of these bizarre barefoot children, nor their claims of fighting bodysnatching slugs from outer space by turning into animals, nor their wingless pet hawk, nor... well, he could only assume the other creature was some sort of chimera, although he had zero clue what animals could have possibly been used to make something with blue fur and extra eyes.

At this point, they're about to do a morphing demonstration to prove to the Colonel that they aren't completely batshit, when suddenly the door is slammed open, and a teenage boy with blond hair and sharp golden eyes comes sauntering in, accompanied by a hulking giant covered head to toe in a suit of armor.

The boy immediately starts shouting at Mustang, calling him a bastard and accusing him of wasting his time, to which Mustang responds by merely rolling his eyes and sighing, as if this sort of thing happens all the time (spoiler alert: it does). After a moment, the kid stops as he takes notice of the other kids standing in the room.

"So," he says, calmly, as if he wasn't yelling at his superior just a moment ago, "what's the deal with these fuckers?"

The casual use of the kind of language that would have surely landed them in hot water back home was quite shocking, but they don't comment on it. Instead, Rachel says, in a voice sweet as honey, "Oh, look, Marco. He's just as short as you are."

Before Marco could turn to glare daggers at her (come on, it wasn't like he could argue back in that moment), the boy goes absolutely ballistic, and the armored guy has to physically restrain him as he screams obscenities at Rachel ("The fuck did you just call me, you freakishly oversized bitch? I'll show you too-fucking-short-to-fucking-sit-at-the-fucking-table-without-a-fucking-booster-seat! Call me short one more fucking time, I fucking dare you to! You think I give a shit that you're a girl? I'll fuck that pretty face of yours right up, just you fucking wait--")

"Brother!" The armored guy cries. "Calm down!" Then, to the Animorphs: "I'm sorry about my brother's behavior. He's, um, a bit sensitive about his height."

"A bit sensitive" is the understatement of the century, but none of the Animorphs call him out on it. They're too dumbfounded by the sound of his voice, which sounds sweet, innocent, and, despite his size, sounds like it belonged to a boy no more than nine or ten years old.

And that's where I'm going to leave it for now, since I've spent way too long on this post already. I have a few other ideas, but mostly in bits and pieces, not really any more comprehensive plot points beyond this point. Please do let me know what you think!