#gossamer has the classics

[baronessblixen]

I love reading fan fics but the only site i known are AO3, The nursery Files, i love the content but there’s another site where i can read fics?

I love ur fics 🤍 in AO3

Glad you're enjoying fic reading so much 😊

You should check out Gossamer because it has plenty of fic. It hasn't been updated in many years, but you'll find many classics and amazing stories there.

Does anyone have any more links?

[pwippy]

I JUST REALIZED THIS WAS HIM WATCHING ROUND 5????????? HUH WHAT

cut because this got a lot longer but uh click for ivan analysis!!

no bcs this post is a year old so i just skimmed by and was like “oh man yeah he must be watching till” NUH UH NO SIR THAT WAS WATCHING MIZI “youll be nothing more than atrauma to her” BUT SHES STILL FIGHTING AND KICKING AND WANTING TO LIVE. did he think mizi was going to be completely immobile going into 5. did he think it was a death sentence because her half was gone. this really brings to light his understanding of love.. erghrug

and based on the classical literature thing (if thats canon? i think it is) if its anything like literature of today i wouldnt rule out something like aristophanes's speech from plato's symposium. quick run down, he discussed how humans used to be 2 halves of a whole. but zeus split everyone apart out of fear that their devotion would overshadow worship and subservience to the gods. OH HMM SOUND FAMILIAR SO FAR? OH BOY CANT IMAGINE HOW MIZISUA CONNECTS TO THIS AND HOW THEY WANTED TO TIE BUT NOO THEYRE IN THE SYSTEM THEY WILL BE SPLIT APART BY THE GODS. THE ALIENS.

and backtracking to anact here, ivan learns emotions by observing them. judging them. he doesn't consider his own valid, he just calls them "shallow emotions." he doesnt fully understand the odd hypocrisies and devotion and weirdness of the both gossamer but incredibly strong notion of love itself. (its 3 im so sorry i dont think thats understandable at all argh)

combining classic lit and his own method of learning ivan could've seen the relationship mizi and sua had believed they were soulmates. 2 halves of a whole. therefore, knowing sua would sacrifice herself, he believed the destruction of one side would ruin the whole. like a parasite. but strangely enough, mizi doesn't break. not really. she still has a will. sua wasn't "nothing but a trauma."

going by this logic its clear how ivan wouldn't consider his own sacrifice hypocrisy. first off till is not ivan's "other half" or soulmate. tills made that painfully clear. second, if mizi is able to live without her other half even if she was just ripped of her naivety and innocence, then why can't till handle losing 1 person who (ivan assumes) he doesn't care about. he tends to rebel and he has an incredibly strong fighting spirit.

come round 6 ivan did NOT account for tills vulnerable side. "oh till never really interacted with mizi, it was a crush that went nowhere." no. he's not her "other half" but hes destroyed. "i didn't know it would be like this" oh man yeah no you did not

"youll be fine bruh" NO HE WILL NOT BE BUT I SEE YOU. I CAN SEE HOW YOU THOUGHT THAT. 0 CONNECTION NO TETHER REGARDLESS OF SOULMATE STATUS

[gabby-msr]

As a more recent fan of the x files (first watch in 2020), can I just thank every single person who has ever contributed to this online fandom, especially when it comes to fic archives?

It took me a while to find today's fandom in 2020 so at first I kind of just wandered around the internet and found so much.

I remember distinctly reading about Gossamer on a reddit thread so I looked it up and to this day I don't think I can explain in words the feeling of complete euphoria that overcame me as I explored the site and discovered endless pages of fanfiction. I loved reading fics that were submitted there, as many came with comment thanking betas, about their lives, and also their thoughts about the show as it aired. I felt like I'd found my people (a little too late). People cared (and still care) so much about the fics, enough to have had fandom awards, and really put in the work to keep these stories around.

There is something really special about reading a fic from 1997 from a writer who had no idea how the show would turn out, in 2023.

While Gossamer isn't exactly AO3, it has story categories, divided into themes (romance, adventure), and then again, sorted by the 1st letter of the title. And then there was the possibility to sort by spoilers. And sort by author and date, and a search function. Fic ratings and even ship tags.

It's so impressive. I'm in awe.

And I know lots of fics were lost because some websites purged content in many fandoms, and it has probably happened to us too, but we still have so many stories on Gossamer and other smaller archives.

Thanks to you, the stories have survived and new people get to read them. Some are fandom classics now. And some of us out there do read them, years later.

[jessaerys]

your fav mello/near fics??? thank yeww (also love your drawings!)

oohh this reminds me i should pick up my ff.net archival reclist project up again...

it is of note that it's been a looooong while since i've combed the archives and there's a couple of common tropes i don't usually read due to personal taste, so i'm sure there's a lot of good fic i'm unaware of and/or forgetting about! this has totally renewed my interest in making a comprehensive personal reclist >:) perhaps i'll come back and edit this post every now and then.

i owe comments to nearly everyone mentioned here i am SO sorry. it's a lost skill that i am working on developing again. at the very least i've got everyone in one place so i can go down the list this year. i encourage everyone reading from this reclist to leave a comment too!

i wrote "off the top of my head" but this got VERY long so under the readmore it goes

obligatory classics

• the famous @tierfal 's sidetracked (2010) and full of surprises (2009). rated e and m respectively. these are like the allegorical little black dress in the wardrobe of the platonic ideal of the mellonear oneshot. seem to be pretty well known across the ship fandom • stripped (2009) by blueberryash/@tka-trashfire on tumblr. explicit. i haven't read this in a while but i remember it capturing the delicate gossamer tension of the ship in a way that was sooo bittersweet and nostalgic. • to speak of rules and privilege (2008) also by blueberryash/@tka-trashfire, gen, a manifesto on tenderness, soooooooooo soft, changed the game, near being afraid of thunderstorms was immediately adopted into personal canon. big time influence for the way i write near and mello's pre-canon relationship re: big brother, little brother. • an understanding (2008) by blueberryash/@tka-trashfire, rated T, short and sweet, razor sharp prose, the aesthetics of the little piece live rent free in my head. • dual(2011) by ramasi, @ramasi here i believe. rated m. historians say this might be one of the first examples of mellonear choking kink ever recorded,

•scarification (2012) by gacrux11 on fanfiction.net, rated m, big time dead dove do not eat. sorry this one leans early 2010s era grimdark melodrama but i love it sjkdfkjfd. not enough dead dove fics about the boys if u ask me. • salt in the wound (2007) •tempus fugit (2007), and • white out (2006) by vaudevillain king on fanfiction. net. a beloved rare find. all of them are rather grimdark edgy products of their era, but some of the best the era had to offer. they make me so nostalgic for my teenagehood on fanfiction.net. i get the impression these might've been written even before death note was finished? • birthday smut (2009) by kleine_aster on livejournal. explicit. this one is SO funny to me because it is both really, really good, very in character, but unfortunately it suffers from almost satirical misogyny that afflicted fujoshis back in the day. near literally is like oh that bitch... like. he would not fucking think that but i can edit quickly in my brain as i read. bisexual mello rights! otherwise really sexy imo. i might be writing something that's kind of in conversation with this fic.

RARE finds

(please tell me if you enjoy any of these, i want to feel like an explorer that's brought back treasures from far away lands)

contemporary favorites:

• you've heard about it before and you will hear about it again: the archer ensnared (2023) by jabbernatty, rated e. a jessaerys obligatory syllabus read, the fic that made me go fulltime yaoi disease. i owe so much to jabbernatty they are my white whale my friend my enemy the writer i've psychically imprinted on from the beginning. honestly too scared to even leave a comment given the jessarys archer ensnared lore. may one day may contact and pray i don't come across as insane • postmortem (2023) by the_hemlock true gen, a favorite of ALL time. it's only tangentially mn really, it is 99% about near trying to piece together the mystery of lawlight post-canon, but the characterization and prose are some of if not the best i've ever come across. reads like it could be a piece of canon material. if you only read one fic on this list i'd pick postmortem. • it's friday i'm in love by neallo/@neallo rated m. possibly my all time fave in the neallo cinematic universe. something about the after-hours longing and the standing in the kitchen by the refrigerator lights, as the poets say. i love when stories feel like you're cutting out a window to peer into a larger universe that is just out of reach. perfectly captures what it is like to have a maddening crush • i want to hold you (hostage)(2023) by neallo/@neallo rated e. thee defining fic of this current modern mellonear era. manages to walk the line of kinky/sexy/sweet/fluffy all at once. plot twist of the century in the last chapter. near is properly as bananas insane as mello is in this fic, which is the marker of a good mellonear dynamic. really everything by morgan neallo is a safe bet for a great read • there's nothing i want but you (2023) by neallo/@neallo rated t. wammy's era mellonear obsessiveness that is soooo teenagery and yet a portent of just how codependent they might one day get. cute and ominous. • armageddon/kill game (2024) by bolide/@bolide-archive came out of nowhere a couple of months ago and ascended to the top of the game like a dark horse. rated m, chess au. one of my favorite interior mello narrations and one of the most similar to my own interpretation. such naturally talented prose. i rotate lines from this in my head all the time. still in progress but i have faith that it will be completed :') • how to burn down the sacred loom (2023) by dornishviper/@vriskarlmarx a contemporary CLASSIC. the less you know going in the better. beautiful prose, beautiful structure. they don't make fic like this anymore • the house always wins (2023) by mer_curia/@vivi-scera. screaming with my mouth closed. holds a special place in my heart given that it is my posting that convinced vi to give the ship a try, and i was rewarded with a fic that is so catered to my tastes i honestly had to read it through my fingers. SO good, the manifesto on wammyscest, so rather controversial. heed the warnings. • moonlight (2023) by tsukinousagi/@quicktimeeventfull rated t. an austere, cold little glimpse into a vampire au. it's giving let the right one in. so melancholic. one of the saddest near examinations out there. •proximity tells (2018) by abysmallypresent, rated m. truly lives up to death note's second-by-second minutia while managing to keep up the tension the entire time. great characterization. •silhouettes (2015) by bad blood/eroticcodependence, @wxmmyshouse on tumblr. unrated, post-canon compliant. made me CRY! elegantly short and simple, bittersweet and so so wistful. •arsonist's lullabye (2023) by tzviaariella/@tzviaariella. rated t. this one has a heart-wrenching air of realism to it that exists outside the chaotic universe of death note, one of those examinations of picking up the pieces after the titans have all gone away. very bittersweet.

honorary mentions

• let's die somewhere prettier (2020) by firesafinething also one of my absolute favorites, unfortunately it is discontinued and it is likely it will never be completed. sad! the premise seemed SO promising. in my mind i file it right next to postmortem mentioned above. the exploration of the tragedy of 27 year old near we could have had in a better timeline. one day i will leave a comment so good maybe it will bring back the fic from the land of the dead • august underground by me & @firebuggg rated e, in progress. >:) (shamless self promo)

[synnthamonsugar]

DESTINYTOBER: Day 23 — Perfection

Jenev belongs to @phthalology

Read it on AO3

. . .

In the mirror glass façade of one of the City's nicer condos, Jenev Furnon smooths out the wrinkles from her slinky black number, straightens silver jewelry, blots away the smudges in her lipstick and tucks stray strands of hair. From the high slit at her thigh and large cutout over her torso coruscating light dances and catches on the sequins of her dress, giving her an impression of shimmering all over. 

Jenev agreed to meet Ikora at the door. It's old fashioned, stuffy even, in a way that doesn't fit their typical informality, but it feels special all the same. She thinks there's something romantic about the gesture — in the classic sense. Waiting for her down here calls to mind stories of princesses in towers serenaded from castle gates by troubadours, and she fantasizes only a little about singing in the direction of Ikora's suite.

 "I'm pleased to see you, Hunter."

Jenev turns away from her contemplation and feels the wind knocked from her chest. The Warlock Vanguard approaches in a long, sleeveless gown of dark purple, deep v-neck accented by her usual disc necklace, a matching, carved golden circlet where her bond typically rests. Behind her trails a gossamer cape in magenta, paired flawlessly to her makeup, more ornate than her day to day wear.

"Oh — the pleasure is all mine," Jenev manages when she regains her breath. As Ikora approaches, she extends her hand, clad in silk opera gloves. An offer that Ikora gladly accepts, looping her arm through Jenev's at the elbow and drawing the Hunter close as they stride down the promenade toward their destination, Traveler shining in the glow of the City, a dark and starry sky above 

"I assure you it's not yours alone. You look perfect."

Jenev is close enough to feel intoxicated by the scent of jasmine and amber, and something else she can't place, in Ikora's perfume. 

"It's not everyday I get to show up at a swanky Tower party on the arm of the one and only Ikora Rey." She leans her up-doed head against date's. "I won't embarrass you with anything less."

Ikora laughs warmly, strokes Jenev's arm with her free hand. "There's no chance. I'm just thrilled to have you along."

Jenev's used to the pleasant flutters that Ikora puts in her chest. There's intensity to them now, like butterflies caught in a net. "It's kind of special, isn't it? Being in the field is one thing — I mean, that's special too, but in a different way. Around you I can relax. There's no pressure to perform. Being at a ball, though …"

There's a pit of nervousness in her stomach, but a spark of exhibitionist thrill too.

"You'll still be around me," she reassures.

"And everyone who's anyone — everyone else, I mean."

"I promise, no one there will be as scary as what we've encountered on patrol." Ikora stops to think. "Just … steer clear of Lord Shaxx if a fast song comes on. His dancing has a blast radius."

Strings of lights and dense crowd signal arrival at their destination. Jenev slips her hand to the small of Ikora's back as they approach the entrance to the hall. 

"And if it's really too much for us," she whispers, lips to the shell of Jenev's ear, "we can always go back my place." 

Jenev's cheeks prickle with warmth at the thought, head held proud as they cross the threshold.

[bakedbakermom]

Hi ! I’m relatively new to txf fandom and you seem very knowledgeable and lovely, and I just saw a post that had this tweet and I wanted to ask if there’s a fic like that for us ? And if not, do you have any recommendations for your all time favorite txf fics ? Thank you :)

Well aren't you sweet. Not sure about knowledgeable and lovely, but I am quite susceptible to flattery!

Off the top of my head, I can think of 3 fics that have remained key pieces in the fandom since their publication:

Arizona Highways by Fialka Fialka's entire body of work is astonishing, but AH remains not only a staple for the XF fandom, but is widely regarded as one of the classics of fanfiction itself. It made an impressive showing at the 2000 Spooky Awards (fanfic awards within the fandom), winning the outstanding novel, x-file (casefile), angst, Scully characterization, and "other" character categories, and second place for outstanding Mulder characterization.

The story provides a resolution to the Emily arc that both fans and characters were otherwise denied in show canon. It follows Scully, Mulder, and Kresge (from the Christmas Carol/Emily episodes) as they discover that Emily - like the Samanthas and other clones - was but one of a series of children produced from Scully's ova to be test subjects in the wider hybridization conspiracy.

Iolokus by RivkaT and MustangSally A grim alternate universe take on the show's mytharc, this fic is highly controversial due to its bleak takes on Mulder and Scully's characterization, and the horrible things they endure throughout. Clones, rape, human experiments... I must admit that I have not finished this one - it got too dark for me quite early on - but it remains bookmarked for a time I feel ready to get into it.

This fic is both famous and infamous, and has been sparking controversy since its first publication in 1998. Proceed at your own risk.

Incrementum by Lepusarcticus A far more recent entry into the fandom (2017), this work is a series of canon-compliant alternate-universe vignettes which explore what would have happened if Mulder and Scully's romantic and sexual relationship had begun much, much earlier than in canon.

Honorable mention goes to Parabiosis by Penumbra which explores Mulder and Scully's shifting relationship throughout season seven. Penumbra is another author whose entire body of work is worthy of a deep-dive; Fathoms Five is a stunning piece concerning Scully's struggle to understand her own immortality as the world around her marches inexorably onward, and Upsidaisium is a heart-breaking story set in the long grim night of Gethsemane.

Also of note is the series Life During Wartime, a years-long collaboration between four of the fandom's best writers (Maria Nicole, cofax7, finisterre/Marasmus, and Fialka) exploring the colonization apocalypse that never came. Sweet, heart-wrenching, poignant, and fearless.

Do also check out the fics listed under the various categories of the Spooky Awards (linked above) - some are enduring classics, some are great stories that have merely been buried in the sands of time. Many of the fics listed there can be found on Gossamer (one of the few surviving archives from the show's original run and a fandom archaeologist's wet dream) or X-Libris (one person's effort to save older fics and their art from the Wayback Machine in epub and pdf format for posterity and personal use).

Also dig through the XF Book Club's archive on Livejournal for some interesting pieces you can browse by category - and as an added bonus, you can watch fellow fans debate, critique, and generally lose their minds in the comments section!

I know I have some mutuals who are fellow fandom-oldies (or newcomers who have done deep dives) so please feel free to add your recommendations to this post.

[lvsifer]

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern

tagged by @seamayweed thank you so much 💕

Quick disclaimer: the tags added here are to give a general impression, pls heed the ao3 tags if you want to read them as many of these include unhealthy dynamics etc. ♡

1. true faith. (TLT: John/Alecto, John/Mercy/Augustine) character study

For almost ten thousand years Alecto dreams in her tomb.

2. Night Moth (Silmarillion: Mairon/Witchking of Angmar) slow burn, seduction

The mountains rise high and crack black into the storming sky, here in the North where winds whip the landscape into desert, where all is barren stone and blackness save the snowy crests of the mountains, one man has long since claimed his stronghold. 

3. more than blood hooks (Fantastic Beasts: Albus/Gellert, Gellert/Aurelius, Albus/Aurelius) exploration of grief, dead dove

The wind blows cold and wet, scatters snow on every surface until at last the world is white with silence.

4. lean to my wound; burn on (HOTD: Rhaenyra/Daemon, Rhaenyra/Alicent) coming of age, gender exploration

Rhaenyra is four years old and hiding behind her father’s chair, clasping her wooden sword.

5. No Sacrilege (IWTV: Lestat/Louis) pwp, Louis in a dress, love

It’s a sweltering summer night, the heat so thick it stills the world by day and now sweetens the dusk.

6. missing link (BTS: Jhope/Yoongi) pwp, kink, cnc roleplay, web cams

Yoongi opens the website, dick in hand.

7. Friction (Star Wars: Kylo Ren/General Hux) Vader survives AU, action, politics, war, classic kylux

“I killed Luke Skywalker. The last Jedi is dead.”

8. Bangtan High cowritten with Elinad ♡ (BTS: ot7 and all variations of ships) teacher!AU, mutual pining, angst, fluff, slice of life

A sheet of fog dusts the town, wetting the air with the smell of rotting leaves.

9. doubtless while we dream (BTS: Jhope/Yoongi, Taehyung/Yoongi, Jhope/Taehyung, Jhope/Taehyung/Yoongi) pwp, hurt/comfort

The sun sets dirty over the noise of Manhattan's streets, and neon streaks the city in the onset of night.

10. and this dark soil (Fantastic Beasts: Gellert/Credence (Aurelius), Gellert/Albus) unhealthy relationships, manipulation

Grindelwald takes him to the darkling forests of Austria, over the jagged ranges of the alps, through valleys shrouded in the gossamers of fog, until at last they reach Nurmengard.

Alright. I love to start with descriptions most of the time, unless I start with sword or dick in hand, it seems. Crying at myself here.

Tagging @jamlocked @fraeuleinfriedhof @cilil @saintstars @curufiin @liesmyth @crackinthecup @theskeletonprior @seebestattung @sightetsound @killpilled and whoever else might wanna do it, just feel free to tag me! 💕

[push-tet]

that post about Pucks

When i was researching the image of Puck in folklore. i noticed that the historians of the image of the Puck blurred and everyone is free to interpret Puck image. i really liked it and i have a desire to somehow realize it in my and Verona and at the same time to work out the lore of the fairies why not?

Clumsy (play), Oberon's Servant (play), real name Robbin Goodfellow (folklore), mischievous (play) prefers to live in the forest (folklore), prankster (folklore), suspicions of misanthropy (folklore), the fairy (play), cooperation with Obeoron (play), cunning (folklore\play)

next should be the suktchs so you can see what they look like but I'm too lazy to draw, so I'll just make some moodbords

moodboards

Puck Or Púca (don't call them that for your safety) Midasammerers Genderfluid i think? Knowledge Taurus 4\6\5\10\0 Hobbies: Science - Nature - Music. Obsession with substitutes (especially toads and frogs)

50% play, 50% folklore

Unlike the weirdos below. Puck is their real name, not a nickname

Remnant of the Midsummer Era. Puck is supposed to carry the knowledge and history of the ancient fairy people, but she's forgotten all about it

Puck used to have a passion for collecting and buying wet specimens. But because of her nomadic lifestyle, preserving them was impossible

In her spare time from scamming mortals for money and intimidating travellers in the forest. She likes to listen to classical or metal. Metal? Puck finds it fascinating that mortals were able to turn chaotic into harmony

The real body was destroyed for some unknown reason. So he exists as an intangible entity. Until he finds a new body huh. Priority is people over +185 and on the brink of death

Puck likes to wear makeup. But she doesn't know about waterproof makeup, so her makeup comes off right after her first swim at the bottom of the swamp

For friends and family, Shen; for students, Prof. Liang; for coworkers and subordinates, Puck III Gossamer He\Him Knowledge Gemini 5\6\7\3\4 Hobbies: Science - Nature Botanist

10% Play, 10% Falklore, 60% Chinese Legend

Smoking is not bad for fairies. So Shen can smoke two packs of cigarettes in a day. Surprisingly, he doesn't even stink…

Was a fashion icon in his department «Beauty doesn't interfere with intelligence. So your job as a scientist shouldn't stop you from dressing well»

He has a wife and a daughter. But because of the heavy workload, he constantly forgets about them.

A close BUSINESS relationship with Oberon

When Shen was on probation at Gossamer Corp. He and his students created the Money Tree that nearly brought the country's economy to a crashing halt

Missing in obscurity in 1966

Puck (Robin) Summerdream He/them Knowledge Pisces - 7\2\2\6\2\8 Hobbies: Science

Fascinated by astronomy, astrology

40% Play, 10% Folklore.

Although Robbin has already discovered his wizarding abilities, he is still firmly convinced that he is a fairy, it's just that their transformation has been delayed (spoiler: he's not a fairy)

Robin is talented at potions. HA! Now try saying Chemistry is a useless subject

Robbin doesn't even correct people when they are called Peck. Which is why half of Verona has forgotten their real name is Robbin

He can't say - No. Because he's afraid of offending someone. Because of this, he may have a lot of work to do

He wants peace in Verona and often thinks of putting a love potion in the drinks of the Monty and the Capps to stop this idiotic feud. But he fears the consequences of the potion's effects

In fact, he is not such a good astrologer and often says predictions at random. But by an incredible coincidence, their predictions come true

i tried to combine the traits of ONE person and at the same time, make them different. idk i did it or not anyway, choose your fighter

edit 19.01.24:

if these mfs meets

[mauesartetc]

Hi, I want to give you this character to redesign:

her name is lady Kryptina and she is the gym teacher of a school for young vampires. Her costume is a clear reference to Lucy from the "Bram Stoker's Dracula" movie. The cartoon she's from, "school for little vampires" has a lot of references to classic horror movies, with characters being based on movie vampires.

While the reference is cool, her outfit is very impractical for a gym teacher. Plus, she has worn a more practical outfit in an episode about camping where she teaches wilderness survival:

Could you redesign an outfit for her that is more practical for a gym teacher while still remaining somewhat elegant, and preferably drawing some inspiration from gothic fashion or classical horror?

Man, I gotta see Bram Stoker's Dracula. I hear Keanu's hilarious in it. (Also that outfit would make a killer Halloween costume ngl)

Looks like this character loves being fashionable and fabulous, so we can keep some of that elegance while balancing it out with something more practical for her job. Gym teachers don't engage in athletics all that much while instructing, but it might be nice if someone unfamiliar with the show could guess her profession just by looking at her.

Bram Stoker's original novel was published during the Victorian era, so perhaps a women's gym outfit inspired by the same time period would be fitting (keeping the headdress and mostly-"white" palette so the reference is still recognizable, of course). In terms of research, I found an authentic Victorian women's gym suit here, as well as a photo of girls working out in bloomers. I haven't verified the exact time period of the second one, but the style of the bloomers and shoes is similar to those in the Met collection, and the girls' hairstyles look plausibly Victorian as far as I can tell (fashion historians, feel free to confirm or debunk as you please).

It's a bit rough, but here's what I came up with:

The headdress and overall color scheme are basically the same, but I gave her bloomers, knee-length socks (with stripes similar to those worn by Victorian rugby players), athletic shoes, and a diamond-shaped neck ruff as a callback to the collar of the museum's gym suit. She still has the gossamer "cape" as well, except now it's transformed into a sash around her waist. Now it should be much easier for her to run and jump, if she feels so inclined. This was fun!

[trolls-confessions]

similarly i think that, due to their small size, country trolls don't seem like much of a threat to bigger things on their own. but there's not a single critter in lonesome flats with better endurance, and since trolls are social by nature.... country trolls as the apex predators of lonesome flats basically. but only in groups bc they can be taken out alone.

also i think techno trolls are kinda similar; on their own they're not much and can even be prey to many species, but in groups they ball up, flash their lights, swim in tandem, and can confuse and strip bigger creatures to the bones. living in the ocean may be playing on hard mode but they've evolved for this shit, very few creatures that can fit in techno reef would dare attack a group of techno trolls.

and then,,, funk trolls are kinda giving me giraffe vibes??? like in their prehistory before they started forming societies they climbed trees and used their long necks to reach choice fruits and leaves. but i think they were omnivorous, OR maybe facultative herbivores (mostly eat plant matter but will not pass up free protein when it's needed/available), and like every other troll their social nature lended them an advantage when it came to making meals out of other critters. and maybe they even have really strong kicks like giraffes do!

and then classical,,,,, i'm getting bird vibes, but those are obvious, and bug vibes bc their wings are kinda gossamer,,,,, i think they have a strong instinct for mobbing behaviors against perceived threats (though in modern day i think they tend towards a cultural pressure to be as organized as possible in their mobbing/keep the orchestra in order).

and then rock trolls live in a volcanic area, which means they probably have areas with really fertile soil and areas with a lot of lava, but they otherwise have very strong facultative carnivore vibes to me. they have tough scales/fur/skin and strong bites and might have been ambush predators in their prehistory??? maybe idk i'm just spitballing ideas

and finally.... pop.... i really don't know. i think they probably needed and still do need a lot of sugar in their diets, which they can easily get from nectar and fruit and the like. and though the forest we see in canon isn't exactly like a humid jungle it still gives me wild jungle vibes so i think they rely very much on their hair to get around and attack prey & predators. i think other tribes also rely on their hair but pop trolls use theirs the most/are adept at personal camouflage. i also think that even pre-bergen pop trolls were never really at the top of the food train. only country and rock are towards the top (and possibly funk) of the food webs in their native ecosystems

This is very interesting anon!!! Also as someone who has spent their whole lives in the pacific northwest the troll forest personally gives me temperat rainforest vibes but thats just meeeeee

[raytm]

@deathfavor c":

It felt a little absurd, the prospect of a refuge of gossamer sheets and stacked satin pillows in the midst of an expensively furnished apartment and he was agonizingly aware that if ran witnessed this, he would never live it down. it was a strange sort of solace, carved out of that luxurious space. where the shafts of afternoon light didn’t quite reach, where the furtively kept collection of old and arduously sourced records sat on the record player, rendering famous songs from times bygone. It was like there was an expectation, keep up with the newest, most modern technology. yeah, he indulged a little but there was an appreciation of this sort of classic, retro assortment that would undoubtedly be lost on ran. what he did not anticipate was the consensus of their leader. for in all things izana felt untouchable. an exalted, commanding presence no matter what setting he was in. so for him to gaze upon this fastidiously assembled and concealed haven of his and not wrinkle his nose in disdain meant that there was far more to izana than met the eye. he hadn’t asked, didn’t pry. the haitani brothers had reigned hell over roppongi for so long that having izana’s blessing and being assimilated into his gang hadn’t felt much like acclimatizing.  “ hell, you’re right.” he could only imagine the mocking tirade he would meet at the hands of ran, who valued the luxurious and sumptuous and would most likely be offended that the refuge encroached on his side of the apartment. there wasn’t much that in his life that didn’t accommodate ran to some degree, so this, immature as it was, was a severance from that. the record player, varnished wood and the needle, hovering in a momentary reprieve. “ I would never live this down.” the soft, diaphanous sheets that cast the inside in a subtle, ambient glow. the pillows that were arranged in a semi-circle with the player in the middle. “ but you won’t tell him.” it’s spoken as if it’s a revelation, as if peeking back out between the parted hangings there’s a fostering of trust that wasn’t built on blood and violence, but rather, a disparate, sincere understanding. “ will you ?” it didn’t require an actual answer and the reply he does earn was earnest and polite in a way that felt so foreign he didn’t know what to do for a moment. grappling with it, he laughs, a genuine, shocked sound before pulling the sheet further back to allow him access. “ atleast someone around here has manners.”  the space wasn’t really intended to cater to guests but with a little rustling of pillows and the draping sheet of the entrance drawn back it felt almost inviting. “ I’ll even let you pick the track.” and he gestures to an immaculate stack of records, their packaging pristine despite their vintage.

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Christmas Reruns 2023 Day 5: A Pirate's Christmas Carol (2/2)

Merry Christmas if you celebrate it and happy holidays if you don’t!  One of the things I love about Christmas is watching reruns of all the old classic Christmas movies–Christmas is a big time for nostalgia.  A few years ago, I decided to incorporate that tradition into my fandom life and post my CS holiday reruns.  So here you go!  Enough holiday (mostly) fluff to get you to New Year’s Day. (With a new story posting on Christmas Day.)

Rating: G

Word Count: 2724

Other chapters: 1 2 3 4 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32

Notes: This is the conclusion of my 2016 fic A Pirate’s Christmas carol.  At the time it was written, it was a future fic, but now that canon has disproved it, it’s more of an “alternate” fic.

Killian woke with a start, heart pounding, utterly disoriented, realizing he wasn’t in his bed with Swan curled up at his side.  After a moment, it all came back to him…his fears and insecurities about upcoming fatherhood, coming to sit before the tree and the fire so his restlessness wouldn’t wake his sleeping wife, Liam, the journey to the past.

Had it really happened?

Surely not.  Likely his sleep addled brain had conjured an elaborate dream, seeking relief from the anxiety.

The thought was sad, somehow.  How he would have loved to spend another hour in Liam’s presence, even if his brother was naught but a ghost.

Deciding it would be best to return to bed, Killian got to his feet.  It was then that he noticed the other presence in the room.

Henry stood still and silent in the corner near the Christmas tree.  He stared, unblinking, merely taking Killian in.  It was unnerving as hell.

“Henry, lad,” Killian said slowly.  “I didn’t see you there.  Did you…did you need something?”

The lad shook his head slowly, and then finally spoke.  “It wasn’t a dream, Killian.  You know that, don’t you?  It truly happened.”

Killian took an involuntary step backward.  There was something eerie about this conversation.

“Uncle Liam, I mean,” Henry continued.  “He came to help you overcome your fears, and so have I.”

“But…I was under the belief it would be ghosts visiting me lad.”

Henry nodded.  “Indeed.  Henry lies sleeping peacefully in his bed.  I’m but a shade of your stepson.  Think of me as the Ghost of Christmas Present.”

That…made about as much sense as anything else had on this confusing night.  Perhaps Swan had been speaking literally and not merely in a figure of speech when she called Christmas Eve night a magical time.

“And have you come to show me vignettes from my present?”

Henry nodded and then smiled brightly.  “Absolutely.”

“Well then, lad, lead on.”

~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~

Killian first found himself standing near the window in his own bedchamber.  Bright rays of sun burst through the gossamer thin curtains and came to fall on the bed.  Emma slept on her side, a peaceful smile on her face.  Killian lay behind her, holding her to him.

As the sun continued to pour in, the Killian in the bed woke slowly and stretched.  Sitting up, he ran his hand through his hair, and then smiled down at his still sleeping wife.  A glint of mischief came into his eyes, and he leaned down, brushed her hair back from her face and began to kiss the spot on her neck he knew she particularly liked.

Standing by the window, Killian felt his face flame.  “Henry, lad.  Are you sure you wish to be privy to this?  It appears we’ve wandered into a scene not fit for a son’s eyes.”

“Relax, Killian,” Henry said with a good-natured roll of his eyes.  “You really think I would have brought you to a moment that would leave me wanting to bleach my eyes?  Yeah, I don’t think so.  Just watch.”

Killian shot him one last skeptical look, and then turned his attention back to the bed.

Emma squirmed, and then turned onto her back, eyes opening, smile firmly draped over her face.  Without a word, she reached up behind his head and brought his lips down for a long, slow kiss.  When it came to an end, Killian caressed her face, joy radiating from him like the rays of the sun.

“That was quite the way to wake up,” she said.  “Looks like someone’s in a good mood.”

“Aye,” Killian said.  “And while I’d greatly love to continue on to activities that would ensure both of us were in an even better mood, I fear your lad will be knocking soon, eager to open the gifts we left for him last night.”

“You’re probably right,” Emma said, awkwardly moving to a sitting position, her protruding belly making the movement far more difficult than it would have been otherwise.

Killian reached over and rubbed Emma’s belly, then leaned down so he could better greet his little one.

“Good morning my lad,” he said.  “I love you, and I can’t wait for the moment I may greet you properly.”

Hand still placed on Emma’s stomach, Killian jumped slightly, feeling a little foot kick him.

Emma chuckled.  “Looks like someone’s excited to hear his daddy’s voice.”

“Truly?” Killian asked, face a bit wistful.  “You think he recognizes me.”

She laughed again.  “Killian he kicks and squirms and does somersaults every time you’re around.  I think your son loves you already.”

Killian leaned down to kiss Emma’s belly, right over the spot the babe had kicked.  “I hope you’re right.  I’d never known it was possible to love someone this much—and he hasn’t even greeted the outside world.”

Emma pulled him up until she could kiss him once more.  “You’re going to be an amazing father, Killian.  You know that?”

~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~

The scene blurred, and Killian rubbed his eyes.  When he opened them again, he and Henry stood near the Christmas tree in their home.

“The first Christmas with the whole family at the new house,” Henry explained as Killian looked around at the Charmings, Regina and Robin (who had made a miraculous return from the dead), Roland, little Robyn and even Zelena.  (Emma had expressed reservations at inviting the greener of the two Mills sisters, but Snow had insisted, stating that if they wanted Zelena to continue on her hero path, they had to give her a chance to prove herself.)

Killian saw Emma making some last minute preparations in the kitchen, assisted by her mother, and Henry sat near the fire playing with his young step-brother and entertaining his even younger uncle…but Killian didn’t see himself in the happy family tableaux.

“Where am I, lad?” Killian asked, feeling a sense of loss at the idea that he was missing Christmas afternoon with his family.

“Don’t worry, Killian,” Henry said.  “You just went to the Jolly to check on her after last night’s snowstorm.  Oh look!  There you are now.”

Accordingly, just as the lad indicated, the front door opened, and Killian came barreling in, quickly closing the door to the winter cold.  He removed his coat and then turned to kiss Emma.

“Hey Killian,” vision Henry said, getting up and going to his step-dad.

“Merry Christmas again, lad.”

“Is the Jolly weathering the winter well?”

“She’s right as rain, my boy,” Killian said. “Nothing so prosaic as a snowstorm can disturb her.  She’s truly a marvel.”

“Cool!”  Henry said.  He continued to smile for a moment, and then suddenly began shuffling from foot to foot. 

“Is something troubling you, mate?” Killian asked, brow furrowed.

Henry averted his eyes.  “No.  Nothing’s wrong,” he said.  “I just…I was hoping I could talk to you.  You know somewhere where everyone isn’t watching.”

“Of course.  You are aware you can always talk to me about anything on your mind, are you not?”

“Yeah, I know,” Henry said.

The two stepped through the door to what used to be the creepy Dark One cellar—now turned into a comfortable man-cave, as Emma called it.  The visitor Killian and his guide Henry followed their other selves; somehow Killian knew this conversation was precisely what guide Henry wished him to see.

“Now, what’s this about, lad?” Killian asked as soon as they were assured their privacy.

“It’s just…” Henry began awkwardly.  He turned away, reached into a satchel Killian hadn’t realized he’d been wearing.  After a moment of shuffling, he pulled out several pages.

“A new story for your storybook, lad?”

“Yeah,” Henry said.  “Well…more for your storybook.  Yours and moms.  I’m gonna give you guys the start of the book for Christmas, but…I don’t know…I wanted to give you this story separately.”

Killian took the pages and looked over them.  “Our story,” he breathed softly.  “You wrote of the difficult times we’ve just overcome—from your mother becoming a Dark One, to her confrontation with the hooded figure.”

“Yeah,” Henry confirmed.

“But why did you feel the need to pull this story out in particular, and why did you wish to give it to me privately?”

Henry looked anywhere but at Killian, his shuffling and squirming beginning again in earnest.  “It’s just…I wanted to say thank you.  I mean, these last few months have been really, really hard, and you’ve always been there for me, even when you were scared for mom too.  So, yeah.  Just…thanks for being the best step-dad out there.”

Killian felt the familiar rushing sensation, and the next thing he knew he was back in his living room in the middle of the night.

Killian felt a suspicious lump in his throat as he watched the scene play out.  “Do you really think that way about me, Henry?” he asked in a small voice.

“Of course!” Henry said with a smile.  “And that’s why you have nothing to worry about.  All you have to do to be a great dad is to love your children, and you do.  You really do.  My little brother is going to be a lucky kid.”

“I hope you’re right, mate,” Killian said, allowing hope to fill his heart and almost—not quite but almost—push away the fear.

~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~

When Killian woke the next time, he looked around eagerly, wondering which familiar face had shown up to guide him this time.

He found himself peering into the face of a stranger.  He was tall and handsome with straight, black hair and familiar green eyes.  Killian was quite sure he’d never met the man before, but there was a definite air of familiarity about him.

“Would you happen to be the Ghost of Christmas future?” Killian asked carefully.

“That I am,” the man said.  “I’m here to show you a Christmas from your future.”

“Pardon mate,” Killian said, “but who might you be?”

The man smiled, a secret smile that Killian couldn’t quite understand.  “For the moment, you can simply call me Charles.”

“Very well, Charles,” Killian said, feeling somehow both eager and hesitant to see the future visions this man had to show him.  “Lead on.”

~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~

The first thing Killian noticed when the room stopped spinning was himself and Emma sitting on the couch before the fire.  Many years had clearly passed as both of them were quite elderly, sporting snow-white hair and skin significantly wrinkled.

“She’s still beautiful, isn’t she?” Charles asked, following Killian’s gaze.

Killian let out a long, slow breath.  “My Emma is gorgeous, and she no doubt will be until the day she dies.”

Charles rolled his eyes good-naturedly.  “The two of you have always been so romantic and in love it’s almost disgusting.”

“You’ve known us long?” Killian asked, curious about the identity of this guide.

“All my life,” came the cryptic reply.

“In what capacity?”

Charles shushed him, pointing toward the front door of the Swan-Jones home. 

After a quick knock, the door was opened and a woman entered; a woman Killian didn’t recognize—but he didn’t need an introduction.  The lass was the spitting image of Swan at the time he met her.  This must be…couldn’t be anyone else but…their daughter.

Killian felt the tears come to his eye as his lovely daughter rushed forward and hugged first Emma and then him.

“Eva!” Emma said.  “You’re here!  You actually made it!”

“Surprise!” she said. 

“What happened, love?” Older Killian asked, joy suffusing every inch of his face.  “You told us you were required to work over the holiday.”

“I couldn’t do it, Papa!” she said.  “I know how much Christmas means to you.  To both of you.  I rearranged my schedule and took the first flight I could get into Storybrooke.  I couldn’t stand to be anywhere but at home for Christmas.”

Older Killian hugged his daughter once more, a single tear tracing its way down his wizened cheek.  “You couldn’t have given me a greater gift, little love.”

The living room blurred, and when it came back into focus, Killian noticed that the evening had turned to night and Eva was joined by a whole houseful of new—and familiar—faces.  Killian noticed a middle-aged Henry, seated next to a similarly aged Violet.  Several children played, running and chasing each other in the far corner of the room.

Killian continued to scan the scene, smiling as Eva and Emma sat talking and laughing together.  He saw himself with a tiny boy on his lap…and sitting next to them was none other than Charles.

“Papa!” the tiny boy said, turning toward Charles, “Grandpa told me a story!  An exciting one about when he was a pirate!”

“Did he now, Liam?” Charles said, ruffling the boy’s hair.  “Grandpa has all kinds of exciting tales to tell.”

“I know!” Liam said.  “He said he’d tell me the one about the beanstalk and the giant and his first ‘venture with Grandma.  He’s the best Grandpa ever, isn’t he, papa?”

Charles put a hand on older Killian’s shoulder.  “That he is, Liam.  My dad is the best father and grandfather I know.”

Killian gasped, turning to look at his guide with new eyes.  “You’re…you’re my son?”

Charles grinned.  “The very same.  You haven’t officially met me yet, but I’ll be born in just over a month.”

The emotions rose up and nearly overwhelmed Killian.  This man, this happy, well-adjusted man with a loving wife and a beautiful son was the first child born of his and Emma’s love.  “So…I didn’t fail you, lad?”

“Look around you, Papa,” Charles said, gesturing at the happy, if slightly chaotic, sight around him.  “Look at the family you and Mama built.  This is hardly failure.  This is just about the greatest example of success I could imagine.  I wouldn’t have traded my life with you and Mama for anything in any of the realms.”

~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~c~s~

“Killian?”  He woke slowly, feeling a gentle shaking of his shoulder.  “Killian, are you alright?”

Swan.

He smiled, reaching for her and pulling her in for a quick kiss.  “Aye, love.  I’m quite fine.”

Killian looked around, noticing the first soft rays of the sun beginning to peek through the front windows.  “What day is it, Swan?”

She gave him a strange look.  “Um…well it was Christmas Eve when we went to bed last night, so that makes today Christmas.  That’s how these things work.”

“So they did it all in one night,” he muttered to himself, thinking of his three ghostly visitors and all the many places—and times—he’d seen.

“What?” Emma asked.  “Killian, are you sure everything is okay?  I woke up and you were gone, and your side of the bed was cold.  It’s not like you to leave our bed in the middle of the night.”

Killian smiled tenderly at her, caressed her cheek and pulled her in for another long, slow kiss, his hand caressing her belly.  When the kiss came to an end, he pulled away only far enough to press his forehead to hers.  “I was afraid,” he admitted.

Emma started and pulled away.  “Afraid?  Of what?  Don’t tell me we have a new villain in town!  It’s Christmas!  Can’t they at least wait until after the holiday to make our lives hell?”

Killian chuckled.  “Calm yourself, love.  Nothing like that.”  He rubbed her belly once again.  “We’ve only a month yet before this little one comes, love, and I suppose I feared my ability to be the father our son deserves.”

“Killian…” she said gently, but he stopped her with a raised hand.

“Don’t worry love,” he said.  “Last night my fears were put to rest, thanks to some very persuasive guests.”

“Well this sounds like it will be quite the story.”

“Indeed,” he admitted, getting to his feet, “suppose I tell you the entirety of it as I make you a Christmas breakfast?”

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tagged by @itookyoudown - thank you!!

Rules: Go to your published works on AO3 and list the first fic you ever published there, the last fic you published, any fic that you wrote for a fandom/ship only once, your favorite fic you wrote in the fandom/ship that has the most works, the fic you wish more people read, the fic you agonized over the most, the fic that sprang fully formed from your mind without any effort, and a work you are proud of—for whatever reason.

first fic I published: Three Gunshots and Two Chemical Defects. It was 2013. SuperWhoLock was in full-swing. I owned one sweatshirt that said "honey, you should see me in a crown" and another that said "Lucifer, you're my brother and I love you, but you're a great big bag of dicks." They were simpler times, really.

(This remains the only MCD fic I've written, and will probably ever write. It's too angsty for me now.)

last fic I published: a paradox of pain, my collection of Kinktober 2023 fills, all for Justified. So far, so good! I think I've got every iteration of Boyd/Jimmy/Raylan/Tim on the list.

fic for a fandom I only wrote for once: oh, this list is long. I fandom-hop like nobody's business. let's go with They Haven't Seen the Best of Us (Yet), my single contribution to the Suits fandom. Harvey called Mike "good boy" in canon and I still haven't recovered from that, though this fic was my attempt to.

favorite fic in the fandom with the most works: gossamer sweetheart. I've written 14 fics for The Sandman, but I ADORE this one. Boyd Holbrook wore a dress in a photoshoot (more than once, but I'm talking about the pink one) and it lives rent-free in my brain, and this is the fic that tumbled out solely because of that picture.

fic I wish more people read: and forgive us our trespasses. I've only written het-adjacent fics three times, and this is one of them. It's for Preacher, which is a relatively small fandom that I showed up late to, so - no surprise it's not popular. But I adore Cassidy/Jesse/Tulip.

fic I agonized over the most: most definitely with skin intact and altered souls. The premise was simple enough: a twitter post about picking up a hitchhiker and chances of both people being serial killers came across my dash, and I'd just started rewatching Hannibal. It was fate: hitchhiker Will was born. Now, the research I had to do for that fic - not just nailing down the classical art/literature references, but creating and altering Hannibal-worthy tableaus - I'm positive I put more work into that than my college capstone. It's still the longest cohesive piece I've ever written.

fic that sprang fully-formed to my mind: I'll Look After You is also inspired by a picture (this one of Aaron Taylor-Johnson sitting on top of a washing machine) - I am, in fact, a one-trick pony. I left the theater after watching Avengers: Age of Ultron highkey shipping Clint and Pietro, and when I looked up ATJ to see what else he'd done I stumbled across that Kick-Ass promo pic. And then 2k of D/s hawksilver just fell out of me.

fic that I am proud of: Pacific Rim is my one true fandom, for real. I've got a tattoo planned and everything. And Chuck/Raleigh is one of my favorite pairings to ever exist. Those Three Words is a super-necessary fix-it fic and my first for Pacific Rim, so it's always going to be special to me.

I'm new here so I think @moorishflower is the only person I've got to tag

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Cartoon Network Friday Spotlight: The Looney Tunes Show- "We're in Big Truffle"

I finally watched The Looney Tunes Show in full recently and had a lot of fun. My heart will always be closer to the original shorts, of course, but I like the direction the series went in, especially in the second season as it doubled down on Daffy and Lola's shennigans.

This one is a classic, in which Daffy convinces Porky to go hunting for truffle, asking him to use his pig senses to search in the woods. They succeed, but are trailed by a bear. Unfortunately, Daffy does not have any duck-like tendencies, and he's not able to fly or swim Porky away, so they're stranded.

Meanwhile, Bugs promises to watch Gossamer as Witch Hazel goes off to a convention (in this version, Gossamer is Hazel's son), but that goes wrong when Lola stops by and uses one of Hazel's spells to transform Gossamer into a frog, who hops away. She and Bugs try to turn him back but it doesn't quite work out. Also, apparently bears aren't indigenous to this part of the country.

Pretty fun stuff, everyone has their moments. I wouldn't mind another season of Daffy wackiness like this.

[niennawept]

Vingilot?

My dearest anon,

In response to this prompt.

This made my afternoon. I have fallen victim to one of the classic blunders - the most famous of which is never getting involved in a land war in Asia, but only slightly less famous is failing to specify romantic or platonic ships as opposed to literal ships for a tumblr ask game!

But my dear anon, fear not for you have asked in good faith and in good faith I shall reply.

First of all, I must give credit where credit is due, Vingilot must be an incredibly sturdy vessel to have sailed into the West when no other ship could. Some might credit this to Eärendil's skill as a mariner or to the Silmaril on his brow, but I know better. For if he'd attempted it in any other ship, I doubt he would have been successful. This ship was built by Círdan after all, and it had already seen service in many adventures. No doubt its decks had scars and its silver sails stains from skirmishes survived and great deeds done. No, I've no doubt that Vingilot is the only ship that could make such a journey, Silmaril or no.

Second, after it has been hallowed, it can fly! And be used to fight dragons! That is metal as all hell and I do not think I even need to elaborate as to why -

But I will anyway. I need you to picture the clangor of sword on shield, the shouts of soldiers as they strive and fight and suffer and live, and the shrieking horror of massive dragons being brought to bear on the united armies of those who would oppose Morgoth. I need you to feel the grit and the fire and the anguish and then, look up to see Vingilot soaring above you - surrounded by a host of great birds, engaging those fearsome, unbelievable dragons in aerial combat with such valor and grace that the battelfield below falls silent for a moment for both armies have forgotten their conflict for dazed awe. That - that is metal as all hell.

Third, but not least, is on an aesthetic level, Vingilot is a dream ship! Its sails shimmer with unearthly beauty, woven of gossamer silver. And its mighty oars are fashioned of gold! And lo, upon the prow is the image of a magnificent swan with wings unfurled! When Eärendil takes to the night sky, with a Silmaril on his brow, it becomes transparent to let the light through! Majestic! Purely aesthetically, this ship is perfect. 10/10, no notes.

Dearest anon, I think you've converted me. Vingilot is the best Silm ship there is.

-Nienna

P.S. If you want to message me to talk about Vingilot (or anything else), you are absolutely welcome to, my friend.

[izzibeeb]

Any predictions for silverborn?

Hi! Sorry this took me so long to answer, I realized I didn’t have anything to give you and ended up rereading all three books 😭

But honestly, I don’t have any predictions I’m super confident in. My primary theory is that It Will Make Me Sad. But here are some things I’m sort of hoping for!

It would be fun if “silverborn” was a dragon thing. A type of dragon? A rank among dragons? Not totally sure, but I’m very intrigued by the idea of dragon societies in Nevermoor, considering they have their own language. Silverborn also just sounds like a dragon-y word. Don’t know why, but it has the vibes.

Maybe a “silverborn” is a kid born on Morningtide? In that case, the silverborn would likely be Squall since the book is supposed to focus on his backstory (maybe explaining why he knows the Morningtide’s Child song).

I honestly don’t think it’s related to the Nevermoor Silver District, (feels too obvious) but. I wouldn’t be exactly opposed to seeing Noelle again, now that she lost the trials & has been disgraced etc etc

I want to learn about the Wundrous Art related to mind control! Squall would probably be eager to teach this one, right? Being classically evil and all.

I hope Jack learns about the apprenticeship before Jupiter does. I don’t know how this would work (maybe Jupiter is gone when she gets home? maybe she somehow finds a way to manipulate the Gossamer as a Wundersmith? I don’t want him to lose his knack :( but maybe that?) but I’m curious to see what his reaction will be!!

ALTERNATIVELY: Jupiter knows but doesn’t ask her about it, making her think he doesn’t know, because he isn’t ready to deal with it yet. It’s tough being a single father of two teenagers yknow

Squall should find increasingly strange secluded places to host his lessons with Morrigan. in an abandoned warehouse. in her bedroom in the middle of the night, suddenly appearing without warning. in Cascade Towers. inside a Ghostly Hour. in the middle of a Tricksy Lane. in Crow Manor while they are both on the Gossamer line. in Maud’s office.

Maybe this will be the book we learn Arch’s hair & eye colors! please.

More Wundrous Divinities! specifically, I would love to know what it takes to master Nocturne (if that’s even a thing that happens), since Morrigan seems to have that down pretty well. maybe something to do with the thing she did in Wundersmith when she destroyed a globe through the sheer force of letting wunder go? Or maybe it’s just a matter of control. Maybe it’s, like, a thing you get once you’ve mastered all the other Wundrous Arts? not sure. But I would love to learn!

That’s everything I can think of for now! hope that was satisfactory lol