#i blame the wip fairy

[snailsweater]

I think VegasKim works because Kim looking at Vegas is Kim looking at a slightly distorted mirror. Kim would be Vegas if Gun was his father, they are very similar in their nature. In a universe where Gun and Korn are not unhinged, I can imagine Vegas chilling in Kim's apartment, reading a book while Kim is working on a song, they enjoy art, they enjoy spoiling and protecting the people they love, they enjoy physical pursuits, and both are good at combat. They both are ruled by their emotions even though they try to come off as cold and calculated. And I think it's the same for Vegas, Kinn is his competition, but Kim is like a parallel universe version of him, and I think while Vegas could be jealous that Kim has more than he does, he can see past that and knows that Kim is just as caged that he is. I really wish people wrote more Vegas and Kim stuff (romantic or not).

Anon. Anon, wait a friggn second, hold up. You are a fucking genius, holy, oh my, I am loosing my goddamn mind!

It makes total sense!

And you also filled my heart and brain with the picture of a cozy, homey Vegas chilling with Kim….

Vegas turns the page, lost in thought by the familiar motion and the sounds of Kim's guitar playing in the background. He feels how the notes link into his noisy thoughts, silencing the strain and the constant racing of the deeply rooted rules and expectations. It allows him to be.

Kim closes his eyes, his fingers pressing over the strings of the guitar in a melody he doesn't yet know, running up and down the slender fingerboard as he fills the silence with more and more new sounds. Peace. Silence, yet full of life. His foot begins to tap to the rhythm. His heartbeat echoes inside. Power. Strength dancing along his nerves and muscles. He transfers the beat to his leg until his knee follows and he begins to drum his knuckles against the body between each note.

It's a melody, new and appealing. It reaches for his mind, weaving new life around images and memories.

Vegas's fingers make his knife dance beside the book on his lap. A silver twirl that slowly descends until the tip of the knife taps against the cover of the book in time with the beat. Irregular, smudged lines play around the end where the blade sinks into the handle. His head falls back on his neck, a grin, teeth bared, eyes glinting. Kim's gaze meets his across the room.

"Dum-deu-dum-dum…"

The impact takes his breath away. The back of his head slams into the stone, sending his mind into zero gravity. A mad, delirious laugh bursts from Kim's lips. The hand on his neck is fleshy and rough. The fingers clawing behind his larynx, blunt and clumsy.

For a moment, he lets his hands hang beside his body. A second in which his opponent thinks he has the upper hand. Then that head smashes to the side, expodes in front of Kim's eyes before he closes them. Blood rains down, soaking his clothes and hair.

"You're getting sloppy, Nong." The title was tinged with mockery. Vegas lunges again with the scantling and rams the end into the stomach of his closest opponent. He goes down, mouth open but unable to scream.

No hand is held out to Kim. Instead, fingers claw into his shoulder and yank him up. Again, his back hits the wall, stone hitting bruises and abrasions.

"Nong."

Vegas. A piercing look in his eyes, hair wet from the rain, silk shirt rumpled. The scantling rests on his shoulder. The slipped collar exposes a clavicle where the dark shadow of a welt blooms.

The silence in response makes him change his posture. His stance becomes wider, his body more tense. His eyes begin to calculate the remaining opponents. Who all would he be able to take out….

"Feels like you're lucid dreaming." Vegas growls and shakes his head. His hand on the scantling tightens, the former trash becoming a deadly weapon in his hands.

His other hand grips Kim's shoulder, whose laughter slowly dies away. The grin remains as his fingers falteringly tap against Vegas' tense stomach.

"That day will never come." Kim pushes him aside with a jerk. His hand closes around the knife on his belt. Adrenaline surges through his veins and legs. Three steps in a sprint and he jumps.

The impact of his weight yanks his attacker off his feet and the knife him out of existence.

Vegas drags him back to his feet from a crouch before his low position would be his undoing. Stumbling, Kim staggers to his side. Their shoulders meet and his head jerks up. They're not done yet.

The movements come automatically. Their bodies remember before their minds do. Seamlessly, they slide back to back. Kim, knife in hand, the other clenched into a fist and raised to eye level, body centered. Vegas, eyes locked on his attackers, cracks his neck.

"Don't disappoint me now Nong." A hiss over his shoulder. He doesn't turn around. The blind spot doesn't exist, because inside it waits Kim.

"Watch out…" the younger man warns quietly, lips raised in a smile. "I'm going to steal your show."

Vegas laughs as he twirls the two-by-four. Blood drips onto the street. And soon it would fill the puddles and soak the pavement.

"Dum-deu-dum-dum-dum…"

Kim's fingers continue to dance across the pages, bringing the sleeping instrument to life and filling the room with a new warmth.

He senses a hunch, an inspiration coming within reach, but he can't separate himself from the sounds just yet. Only a few chords later does he let the last note die away and reach for his notebook.

Vegas watches the gleam of his now-clean blade in the dim light of the apartment.

"Next time, you keep your hands off my stuff and use your own, got it?" The sentence has no real anger behind it, but the warning is clear. Kim smiles. The movement tears at his open lip. Blood seeps onto his tongue. "Not everyone is happy with a weapon made out of fucking trash."

Vegas snorts, the knife dropping to the empty cushion beside him. He turns his head and lowers his eyes back to his book, the weight of the pages familiar and soft in his now clean hands.

"You should be creative Nong." He turns the page. There's a rustle, accompanied by Kim's pen scratching on music paper, capturing the inspiration he's just gained.

"Why would I?" Kim's answer is casual, his mind already lost between words and lyrics to the new song. His fingers tap the music sheets in sync with the beat.

"When it comes down to it, I'll just grab your stuff again."

Vegas growls something unintelligible, but the smile on his lips betrays him.

The apartment sinks into silence once again, interrupted only by the occasional flipping of book pages and fingers drumming on the table.

[evilminji]

My WIP fairy hates me. But like... in that homoerotic Nemesis sorta way, I swear.

Cease an desist, woman! (I scream into the void, knowing damn well she, being my own brain, SHAN'T.)

Cause NOW? Now I CAN NOT stop Pondering, with a Capitol P, the life of a Sentient Quirk. The trials and tribulations. The indignities and sufferings. Countless micro-aggression and out right dismissal of sentience. The reduction to the EXTENSION of another.

You are not a person.

You are JUST a Quirk.

An organ that "thinks" itself separate, in the way knees spasm when struck just so. The child you are attached to just needs to get better CONTROL of you. Your words and actions are actually THEIRS. You are simultaneously an unruly animal and strange adult, not allowed near other peoples children.

Why are you trying to follow this four year old into their school? Why are you SITTING out side a pre-school? Are you stalking that child?

You are a grown adult. Connected to a random Japanese child.

The child is expected to "control" you.

Punished if they do not.

No one is listen to EITHER of you, as you try to explain the situation. The child is upset, scared, and does not have the emotional maturity to understand why you are not to blame. All they can understand is that you appeared and everything became stressful and "bad". They started getting punished. Have to share their room now.

Do you even have rights? If you get hurt, get MAIMED, what will happen to you? Can you hold a job? Own land? Open a bank account? Fuck it! Can you have a RELATIONSHIP?

If you went out RIGHT NOW and punched a purse thief, would the FOUR YEAR OLD be arrested?

If the kid grows up, becomes a hero, and you do secretarial work... does his license cover you? If YOU wanted to become a Hero, would he be your hero partner? Could he technically sit in a corner and let you work?

If no one could TELL, over an internet connection, then surely that should prove SOMETHING? Right?

And! The question NO ONE ever seems to ask!

Could..... could you LEAVE? Do people have the right to force you back? If you don't WANT to be some kid's Quirk? You're sentient. If, unlike Dark Shadow, you are not PHYSICALLY connected, but tethered by distance?

Could. You. Leave?

Just "Allright, I'm out. The way you're all treating me is unacceptable. See ya never." And walk out the door? You'd be able to gain distance as the kid grew older. As long as you hid? You be homeless, without papers, but free.

A sentient Quirk means free will. Means you don't HAVE to do shit. It's like being born with a twin, not a slave. And that Twin does NOT have to put up with your bullshit. YOU are the one asking THEM to work with you, after all.

This? Of course, ALSO just ABSOLUTELY BEGS the question? What if that four year old grew up to be a BASTARD? Just... NO self reflection or empathy. Everything is everyone else's fault, always. And they want a NEW Quirk. One that won't question them.

So they sell theirs, buy a new one. Probably die off screen trying to throw it around.

What happens to you THEN? Pain, obviously. Like... massive, massive amounts of pain. You ARE a Quirk. You're being ripped out by your metaphorical roots. By the NERVE ENDINGS. But? Do you... for lack of a better word, "reset"?

Are you back infront of "your" person? Or do you stay, safely, where you are? Both would be fascinating, honestly. Because I imagine All for One? Does NOT get sentient quirks often. If at all.

They'd sooner kill themselves.

After all, if your choice is "kill yourself and your beloved twin" or "be ripped apart and watch them die horribly, then be used to go against everything you both stood for"? You weep and promise to make it fast.

Then you make it fast.

It's... really annoying, I'd imagine, for All for One. It's not necessarily that he WANTS a sentient Quirk. But they are INTERESTING. And he likes interesting.

He also likes owning things that can't leave. Ever.

So of course he'll poke and prod at the Quirk. It will inevitably be a nightmare, either way. Because EVERY Sentient Quirk has some degree of communication aspect to it. Just because the original holder never figured it out, doesn't mean HE can't.

And while your range may now be much, MUCH bigger? Because the fucker is strong as hell? How useful is that... if he can talk to you when ever HE feels like it? Day or night. 24/7.

And that's assuming you don't reset. God help you if you reset. Because THEN your STANDING infront of, most likely, pre-face-smash All for One. Who's looking at you like he just won a Mildly Interesting Prize and you would PREFER HE NOT. But what are you gonna do?

Walk out again?

You think THAT'S an option here?!

I mean... you can and do TRY. But, obviously not. So like? Fuck ™.

THEN the question becomes? Would YOU go to Tarturaus. Are you a hostage? Or an accomplice? You have the same level of power and authority as a cat, deliberately knocking pages of tables and cups to the floor, but... like? Oooooh~ oh yeah! THATS gonna slow him down! His empire crumbles beneath the sheer MIGHT of your petty inconveniences!

*trips the doctor again*

Fffffuck you.

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

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1. hey y'all im hoping you're having a good holiday. im in the mood for jin ling having a complex about his courtesy name. thanks, y'all are spectacular!

climbing up that coastal shelf by Sour_Idealist (T, 15k, JC & JL & WWX, JC & JL, JC & WWX, JL & LSZ, JL & WWX, Post-Canon, Mutually Unrequited Forgiveness, JC & WWX Reconciliation, Family History, Generational Trauma, Discussion of Canonical Abuse, Awkward Attempts at Communication, mentions of past JC/WQ, Fairy is a good dog) This is for #1 but it's not the focus of the entire fic, just the second section

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2. Hello! In the mood for canon setting time loop fics? Not just going back in time once, but someone is stuck in a loop over and over again. Preferably Wei Wuxian-centric, but it could be any character. Love this blog, thank you all! @gloriousclotpole

the cycle of regret by KouriArashi (T, 14k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Fix-It, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Canon) LWJ is the one stuck in the loop

Wearing Down Every Bone by CSHfic, VSfic (E, 30k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Time Loop, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Case Fic, Curses, Pining, Getting Together, Time Travel, Night Hunts, Hurt wwx, Mystery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Use Your Words, Mutual Pining, Depression and Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, gratuitous use of empathy) I have something that's post-canon rather than strictly canon, but still deserves a mention I feel

Pocketful of Soul by Jenrose (T, 182k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, BAMF MXY, MXY Lives, Genderfluid MXY, MXY Backstory, POV MXY, If At First You Don’t Succeed Try Try Again and Again and Again, Wangxian Speedrun, times three because time travel, Found Family, Genius MXY, Genius WWX, Not particularly JGY friendly, CQL-based) Pocketful of Soul by Jenrose is probably not what people expect from time loops but it is time loops nonetheless

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3. Do you know good fics where Yu Ziyuan got some karma for the way she treated Wei Wuxian? Bonus if her husband got some karma too (even if he never mistreated directly Wei Wuxian, he didn't stop his wife to abuse him)

🔒If Wishes Were Donkeys by NightOwl1 (M, 101k, WIP, WangXian, SVSSS, Time Travel Fix-It, Case Fic, Mpreg, Fluff and Humor, Dysfunctional Jiāng Family, Bad Parent YZY, WangXian Get a Happy Ending,   Period-Typical Homophobia, Crossdressing, LWJ and WWX Have a Breeding Kink, It’s All The System’s Fault, Post-Canon, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Warning: JGS, Good Uncle LQR, LWJ and WWX Are LSZ’s Parents, Inappropriate Humor, Family Feels)

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4. Hi! Itmf where lan wangji and Wei wuxian are in an established relationship and suddenly lan wangji goes back in time. ❤️❤️

The Second Hand Unwinds by trulywicked (E, 25k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, Time Travel Fix-It, not JC friendly, not Yúnmèng Jiāng Sect friendly, not Jiāng Family friendly, not YZY friendly, Time Travelling LWJ, Protective LWJ, Fluff, Minor Angst, Minor Character Death, JGS is his own warning, Wooing, LWJ is romantic af, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Protective Gūsū Lán Sect, Supportive LXC, Good Uncle LQR, WIP)

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5. I love all time travel, but could I ask for fics where the person time-travelling isn't wwx? I'd love for the person to seize the opportunity to make sure that wwx experiences less (or none!) of the Horrors haha

🔒💖 The blame game by apathyinreverie (T, 13k, wangxian, LXC & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, WWX & WQ, LXC & WWX, canon divergence, time travel fix-it, possessive LWJ, oblivious WWX, fluff, siblings, romance, golden core reveal, golden core fix-it) Lan Xichen travels back to just before Wei Wuxian liberates the Wens and supports him.

Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Time Travel, Fix-It, Lynchpin [PODFIC] by Opalsong, [PODFIC] Lynchpin by Gwogobo) the one travelling is JC, to the moment he and LWJ find WWX after Burial Mounds

The Second Hand Unwinds by trulywicked (E, 25k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, Time Travel Fix-It, not JC friendly, not Yúnmèng Jiāng Sect friendly, not Jiāng Family friendly, not YZY friendly, Time Travelling LWJ, Protective LWJ, Fluff, Minor Angst, Minor Character Death, JGS is his own warning, Wooing, LWJ is romantic af, Inventor WWX, Genius WWX, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Protective Gūsū Lán Sect, Supportive LXC, Good Uncle LQR, WIP) link in #4

Resilience. by Vrishchika (T, 7k, wangxian, time travel, not JC friendly, golden core transfer fix-it) JC & LWJ are the time travellers

Time, Time, Time by skeletonofaplant (G, 44k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, LSZ & WWX, JYL & JL & JZX, LJY & LSZ, Time Travel Fix-It, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Identity Porn, Identity Reveal, Angst, Fluff, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Time Travelling Junior Ensemble, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, Humor) The Junior Quartet time travels

A Matter of Time series by mrcformoso (E, 70 k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, POV LWJ, POV JC, Dark LWJ, Manipulation, Grooming, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Consensual Underage Sex, Except problematic please read warning in first chapter, Blood and Violence, Insane LWJ, Manic LWJ, Conditioning, WWX is a Lán, Minor Character Death, Confused JC, Golden Core Reveal, Good Friend NHS, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiāngs, Abusive Jiāng Family, Jiāng Family Bashing, Jiāng Family Critical, POV NHS, Dark NHS, Anal Sex, Marathon Sex, Dual Cultivation, Qīnghéng-jūn Lives, LWJ Has a Big Dick, WWX Self-Lubricates, Plot Twists, Porn With Plot, Scheming NHS, Manipulative NHS, BAMF LWJ, BAMF WWX) Dark!LWJ time travels & sets out to ensure WWX has a happy life

A Narrow Bridge by FrameofMind, Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle) (E, 700k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Getting Together, First Time, Pining while fucking, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Angst with a Happy Ending, CQL Verse, almost everybody lives/almost nobody dies, epistolary-ish, canon-ish side pairings, radishes) LWJ time travels. Features an interesting price for the second chance

💖 With Surgical Precision by metisket (T, 20k, WQ & WN, WQ & WWX, WangXian, Time Travel, Families of Choice, sibling bonding through murder) WQ time travels

💖 Lessons relearned by Iamnotawriter (T, 44k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Not Madam Yu Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Inventor WWX, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, No Golden Core Transfer, YZY Bashing) LQR time travels

Never Again by Hauntcats (T, 67k, WWX & WN & WQ, JC & WWX, wangxian, graphic depictions of violence, major character death, Canon Divergence, Angst, Golden Core Transfer Fix-It, Time Travel Fix-It, Not JC Friendly, Dark, BAMF WWX, mentions of abuse, Not Everyone Dies au, XY doesn’t have a happy ending) Technically WWX does time travel in this, but only after WQ does

Regrets by antebunny (G, 38k, wangxian, miscommunication, misundersandings, time travel fix-it, temporary character death, angst w/ happy ending, fluff, hurt/comfort) Both LWJ & WWX time travel

The Wild Geese’s Tomb by The Feels Whale (miscellea) (T, 66k, WangXian, Time Travel AU, fixit, Temporary Character Death) several people time travel, including WWX, but it's LWJ pov

somehow, someway, we all get to someday by Stratisphyre (T, 76k, CSSR/LQR/WCZ, LQR & Madam Lan, LQR & CSSR, wangxian, JYL & LXC, Madam Lan/OFC, Canon Divergence, Role Reversal, Canon-Typical Violence, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Parenthood, Not Everyone Dies AU, Threesome - F/M/M, Family Feels, Not JFM Friendly, Not Lan Sect Friendly, past emotional abuse, Demisexual Character, Inclusive discussions of reproductive rights) it's lqr who goes back

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6. Hii! For the next itmf, do you guys have any f1 recs? Thank you!

Set the pace by Lunarieen (T, 20k, WangXian, Modern AU, Coffee Shops & Cafés, Sports, Getting Together, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, mentions of an accident (nothing graphic), 5+1 Things, Light Angst, Slow Burn, Formula 1)

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7. For the next intmf could you do any of your favourite there was only one bed or fake dating fics?

Just the best pining from both sides and the angst of lying in bed next to the boy you like!

The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 70k, WangXian, Modern AU, Accidental Baby Acquisition,Kid Fic, explicit in much much later chapters, green card marriage (but not really), pining for your own husband, endless pining, Slow Burn, Happy Ending, Nothing else bad or traumatic happens to the baby, [Podfic of] The Simplest Way Forward by knight_tracer)

You, Asleep and Dreaming by etymologyplayground (M, 9k, WangXian, LWJ POV, 5+1 Things, Literal Sleeping Together, Sharing a Bed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Intimacy, Getting Together, Fluff, Post-Canon, Undressing, wwx's 'angry lwj' kink)

abort retry fail by aroceu (E, 21k, wangxian, amnesia, married WX, internalized homophobia, handholding, smut, canon-typical kink, fluff & humor, SBWY)

Always Knew You Were Magical by jeyhawk (E, 25k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Curse Breaking, Case Fic, Sharing a Bed, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Pining, Resolved Sexual Tension, Masturbation, First Time, Blow Jobs, curse fic, College/University, True Love's Kiss, Attempted self harm under the influence of a curse)

the moon lives in the lining of your skin by sarahyyy (M, 9k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Friends With Benefits, Misunderstandings, Oblivious, Pining, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions, Sharing a Bed, Roommates)

cut through the clouds, break the ceiling by tardigradeschool (G, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Love Confessions, Drunken Confessions, Sharing a Bed, Pining, Fluff)

call me home and I'll build you a throne by ana_cp (E, 51k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Post-CQL, Canon Compliant, Cloud Recesses, Getting Together, Developing Relationship, Gūsū Lán Juniors Dynamics, Touch-Starved, Non-Sexual Intimacy, ... and then Sexual Intimacy, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Fluff, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Farmer WWX, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Mutual Pining, Communication, Quietly Falling Into a Married Life, Light Angst, (because they don't think they deserve each other), Wholesome, POV LWJ, POV WWX, Sharing a Bed, WWX's Birthday, Semi-Public Sex, Inventor WWX, Jealous WWX)

The answer has always been yes by Magnolia822 (E, 6k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Friends to Lovers, Pining, Sharing a Bed, Bisexual Male Character, Frottage, Sexual Tension, Unsafe Sex, Getting Together, There Was Only One Bed)

End Racism on the OTW - Adventures in Pet Sitting by raitala (E, 63k, WangXian, background NieLan, Modern AU, Mild Hurt/Comfort, obscure animal facts, Artist WWX, Maths Nerd LWJ, POV LWJ, comphet lwj, Self-Realisation, Coming Out, London, Sharing a Bed, Exploring Sexuality, Mutual Pining, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Masturbation, Light Dom/sub, Oral Sex, Frottage)

🔒 tuck me in by belovedmuerto (T, 4k, WangXian, bed sharing, Hurt/Comfort, mostly comfort, Pre-Slash, Getting Together, Nightmares, expressions of care)

Out of the Bin and Into Your Heart by Alaceron (T, 27k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fake/Pretend relationship, Oblivious WWX)

❤️ save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, wangxian, modern w magic, college/university au, fake/pretend relationship, single parent WWX, homophobia, light angst w/ happy ending, idiots to lovers, fluff)

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8. A more severely autistic lan wangji? With Wangxian, explorations of ableism,

My Boy Builds Coffins by enbysaurus_rex (Not Rated, 48k, WangXian, Coffin Maker AU, YL WWX, Location: Yílíng, LWJ builds coffins, Autistic LWJ, falling in love over a coffin, Hurt WWX, Mutual Pining, LWJ Has Feelings, Deathscapes, Death as a bittersweet community thing, accidental ecofiction, Farmer LWJ)

a new kind of silence by deliciousblizzardshark (E, 11k, WangXian, Modern AU, Autistic LWJ, Communication Disorder, Trans LWJ, Protective WWX, Pregnant LWJ, Panic Attacks, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Soft WangXian, POV WWX)

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9. hi hiii i’ve looked through your omegaverse recs, but i’m specifically trying to find fics where wwx and lwj were both alphas pre death, but wwx became an omega when he woke up in mxy’s body. do you have any like that?

You've got me feelin' like a child now by MaggieoftheOwls (E, 9k, wangxian, A/B/O, Alpha LWJ, Past Alpha WWX, Omega MXY, not that Wangxian realize at first)

March 31st by Midshipsman (E, 3k, wangxian, A/B/O, Alpha LWJ, Alpha WWX, Omega MXY, Gender Dysphoria, Body Dysphoria, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Biting, Oral Knotting, Top WWX, Switching (kinda), Loving acceptance of your partner's needs, Trans Male Character, Light BDSM)

Tilted by BadPennyGirl, thedawnwall (M, 24k, wangxian, A/B/O, Alpha WWX, Alpha LWJ, Omega MXY, Gender Dysphoria, Sexual Tension, No Sex, Just a lot of thirsting, Canon-Typical Gender Stereotypes, Getting Together, WN is the Best Brother, Cuddling & Snuggling, Spooning, Masturbation, JC Tries, JC is So Done, Omega WN)

( Five to Seven Days by Unforth (E, 5k, wangxian, A/B/O, Canon Divergence, Vers LWJ, Bottom LWJ, Vers WWX, Top WWX, WWX in MXY's Body, Omega WWX, Alpha MXY, Alpha LWJ, Knotting, Rutting, Body Dysphoria, WWX is Kind Of Presentation Queer, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Explicit Consent) and the opposite, formerly omega!wwx is now in alpha!mxy's body )

Smoke by TenyaTrash (E, 298k, WangXian, ZhuiLing, NieLan, Drama & Romance, Eventual Romance, Eventual Smut, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Relationships, Mutual Pining, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha LWJ, Beta LXC, Alpha Turned Omega WWX, Lost Love, Omega LSZ, Beta JL, Alpha JC, Omega NHS, Sharing Body Heat, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Denial of Feelings, Scenting, Scent Marking, Primarily CQL with elements of novel thrown in, Sibling Bonding, Courting Rituals, Marriage Proposal, Protective JC, Yunmeng Brothers Reconciliation, Versatile wangxian, Married Life, Enthusiastic Consent, Family Bonding, supportive families, Divergent Omegaverse, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics)

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10. ITMF longform college au fics! slowburn and preestablished friendship preferred. bonus if there's nightmare hurt/comfort or sickfic elements, i just like when they take care of each other :) thanks!! @monstergreentea

and here comes the summertime by ribena (M, 72k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Academia, this is set in America, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Slice of Life, Humor, Light Angst, Falling In Love, Found Family)

mating rituals by detectorist (E, 16k, WangXian, XuanLi, Modern AU, College/University, Humour, Pining, Getting Together, Idiots in Love)

💖 Pentimento. by orange_crushed (E, 73k, wangxian, modern, college/university au, art conservation, museums, pining, not actually unrequited love, angst w/ happy ending, misunderstandings, smut, major character injury, hospitalization, hurt/comfort, past incarceration, forgery) kind of? lots of college flashbacks?

Walk the Circle in the Other Direction by notevenyou (E, 31k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, High School, Coming Out, Homophobia, Bad Parenting, Alcohol, Recreational Drug Use, Vomiting, Panic Attack, Bullying, Minor Injuries, Blood, Fighting, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Oblivious WWX, honestly not as dark as the tags make it seem, bisexual wwx, WWX/MM, sex between a man and a woman)

Falling Headlong by floraidh (T, 35k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, skater au, First Meetings, First Kiss, Getting Together, autistic lwj)

Only Fools Rush In by justpeace (M, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Bisexual Disaster WWX, Asian-American Character, Banter, Flirting, Fluff and Humor, Getting Together)

But really, why? by Scrippio (T, 52k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University)

take me home (where i belong) by scarletwanlian (E, 153k, WangXian, Modern AU, Slice of Life, PTSD, Trauma, Dissociation, Music, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Depression, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, Injury Recovery, mental recovery, Mental Health Issues, Non-Sexual Intimacy, AND sexual intimacy, Literal Sleeping Together, First Time, Families of Choice, Car Accidents, Found Family, Flashbacks, Nightmares, gore elements somewhat, descriptions can get a bit gorey at times, Eventual Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending, Healing, Character Study, Grief/Mourning, Survivor Guilt, Whump)

like blue flame over my fingertips by tangerinechar (T, 37k, WangXian, College/University, Mutual Pining, 5+1 Things, Food as a Metaphor for Love, lwj and jzx being reluctant bros)

🔒you are safe / loved / worthy / enough by everythingispoetry (T, 150k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Social Media, Mental Health Issues, Healing, self-care, Anxiety, Hurt/Comfort, the mortifying ordeal of self-acceptance, Falling In Love, Depression, Slow Burn)

(Planning the Day) To Meet You by Bettydice (E, 61k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Pining, Mutual Pining, WWX raises A-Yuàn, minimum angst, MAXIMUM GAY, Self-indulgent fluff, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, POV LWJ, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Masturbation, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Anal Sex, Intercrural Sex)

Stumbling Into You by Magnolia822 (E, 39k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Getting Together, Friends to Lovers, Practice Kissing, Bisexuality, Coming Out, New York City, Denial of Feelings, Mutual Pining, Hand Jobs, Jealousy, Light Angst, Fluff and Smut, Slow Burn, Past WWX/MM, Underage Drinking, Recreational Drug Use, Family Dynamics, Falling In Love, Found Family, Unsafe Sex, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning)

❤️ the best of you by sysrae (E, 41k, WangXian, XuanLi, Modern AU, College/University, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Mutual Pining, Getting Together, slightly undernegotiated kink, Nightmares, Panic Attacks, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, JFM and Madam Yu's A+ parenting, Dysfunctional Family, Mental Health Issues, the most tender of railings, Reference to animal attacks/animal cruelty, descriptions of past violence)

🔒some impulse of delight by handclaps (E, 20k, WangXian, Modern AU, First Time, Light Bondage)

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11. I want wangxian fics like the web series "TRANSPLANT" , it's an hospital story, about a doc, Hamed who came from a war background? He has got ultra instincts, a gifted doc, a nice kind person. He was a patient in the hospital and 2 weeks later he joined in as the doc there. The story is nice.

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12. Fics where

A) wwx and/or lwj is a biker?

B) wx like to dance together like in a lazy afternoon, or after a soft beautiful date, or on their wedding day, or when a yuan is baby talking.

12B)

Across the street to another life by danegen (M, 99k, WangXian, Modern AU, unleashed au, Family Fluff, Set in America, Hurt/Comfort, Past Child Abuse, Addiction, Crime, Amnesia, Ableist Language, another fridged mother, POV Alternating, past wwx/ofc, past wwx/omc, Medium parent YZY, A-Yuan is wwx’s biological son, Musicians, Happy Ending) this fic is mostly very angsty but there is one very cute wangxian dancing scene. Good fic though

For Once In My Life by Selenay (M, 7k, wangxian, Modern, Dance AU, Strictly Come Dancing Fusion, Dancer WWX, Violinist LWJ, Ballroom Dancing, Established Relationship, Romantic Fluff, the inherent sexiness of being lovingly cared for, Podfic Available) might like For Once in My Life; It's a sequel to a longer fic (also great!) where wangxian are dance partners on a reality show, but this part is mostly about them practising a dance together at home, so it could fit the request.

Just Ask Me To Stay by mrcformoso (M, 21k, wangxian, Former JZn/WWX, Minor LXC/NMJ, Minor JYL/JZX, Modern, Dancer WWX, Musician LWJ, Roommates, Best Friends, Friends to Lovers, Break Up, Post-Break Up, Recovery, Family, Realizing Your Best Friend is the Love of Your Life, WWX Has Self-Esteem Issues, And LWJ is not having it, Sex as Self Worth Reaffirmation, Fluff, Light Angst, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Oral Sex, Domestic Fluff, LWJ Has a Big Dick, WWX Has a Breeding Kink, Size Queen WWX, Belly Bulge, Porn With Plot, WWX Has Friends, LWJ Has Friends, Hurt/Comfort, Romantic Comedy, Cute, Feel-good) WWX is a dancer and he dances on good days and LWJ dances with him.

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13. for the next ITMF,

a) (wangxian's or any) future child/ren time travel in the past

b) boashan sanren is present/involved in the storyline (like she went down her mountain, being with wwx, or any)

c) secretly married wangxian (pref. modern)

thankyouuuuuu!!!

13A)

Time, Time, Time by skeletonofaplant (G, 44k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, LSZ & WWX, JYL & JL & JZX, LJY & LSZ, Time Travel Fix-It, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Identity Porn, Identity Reveal, Angst, Fluff, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Time Travelling Junior Ensemble, Junior Ensemble Shenanigans, Humor) link in #5 Also works for this request as LSZ time travels

Baby Of Mine by pupeez4eva (G, 3k, wangxian, time travel, humor, canon divergence, everyone lives, gusu school days, family)

Ardent Desires by crestre (Not rated, 6k, wangxian, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, A/B/O, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Mpreg, Fix-It of Sorts)

13B)

Become Tomorrow by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 39k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, WWX is BSSR’s disciple) WWX is BSSR's disciple

Can't Tell Me Nothin by natacup82 (T, 35k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Everybody Lives, Family Feels, Communication, BAMF Women)

Ghosts Shouldn’t by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 15k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

13C)

Love Me Just A Little by mostlynonsense (travelingpsycho) (T, 16k, WangXian, Modern, Family Feels, Fake Dating (But Married), Happy Ending, Established Relationship)

Me and my husband (we are doing better) by like_a_bird_that_flew (G, 5k, WangXian, Modern AU, Yanli's POV, Fluff, Coming Out, Family Feels, Light Angst, Attempt at Humor, Established Relationship, Unresolved Emotional Tension, It's mostly super fluffy though dw, Family, Romance) secret marriage

Here everyone knows you're the way to my heart by like_a_bird_that_flew (T, 4k, WangXian, Modern AU, Coming Out, Angst and Humor, Mostly chill though, Family Feels, POV Alternating, Established Relationship) secret relationship (not married yet)

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14. Hello, would you be a dear and suggest me some fics? I'm in the mood for fics where there's little wwx and little lwj, but especially little wwx being adorably cute and getting a lot of love. Even more lovelier if little lwj got interested in little wwx early on. Basically I want kiddos wwx & lwj. Thank you very much and have a nice day, dearest.

Noodle-Xian and Fluff-Ji Series by meyari (G, 10k, WangXian, JFM/YZY, Kid Fic, Shifter, Fluff, Dragon WWX, Bunny LWJ, bunny lwj, Shifter AU, dragon wwx, Discussion of Serious Injury, discussion of curses) Also very fluffy (literally and figuratively) with animal transformation

#FreePalestine | a birthday treat! by gentil-minou (Flyingsuits) (G, 7k, wangxian, Pre-Canon, Canon Compliant, Different First Meeting, Kid Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, WWX's Birthday, Birthday Fluff, Friendship, Childhood Friends, Street Kid WWX, i wish there was a tag for fluffy angst:, you'll want to laugh and squeal through the tears at the same time, i would give the entire world for little a-ying i swear it, LWJ was born ready to care for and feed and nurture and love WWX)

a hop, skip, and a jump to you by gentil-minou (Flyingsuits) (G, 6k, wangxian, Magic AU, Witches, Shapeshifting, Rabbit LWJ, Rabbit WWX, Fluff, Childhood Friends, Just two bunny boys growing and learning together and being just so gosh darn cute, Tooth-Rotting Fluff)

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15. I’m in the mood for a fic with a Wangxian marriage gone wrong. Like Wangxian is perfectly happy but the cultivation world is not and try to kill them about it. @apparently-i-am-an-adult

Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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16. Hello and thank you as always to the incredible mods and hive mind community of Wangxian Fic Finder! I've got an ITMF request:

With Wei Wuxian being the undeniable powerhouse of the Sunshot Campaign, it makes sense that Wen Ruohan would make an effort to take him off the board, one way or another. ITMF fics where Wei Wuxian is targeted by the Wens during Sunshot: he's lured into a trap on the battlefield, targeted by an assassin in camp, an attempted kidnapping, whatever. (No Jiang sibling bashing please). Excited for the recommendations! @flamingwell

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17. hiii! itmf for possessive lan wangji? thank you!

A Matter of Time series by mrcformoso (E, 70 k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, POV LWJ, POV JC, Dark LWJ, Manipulation, Grooming, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Consensual Underage Sex, Except problematic please read warning in first chapter, Blood and Violence, Insane LWJ, Manic LWJ, Conditioning, WWX is a Lán, Minor Character Death, Confused JC, Golden Core Reveal, Good Friend NHS, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiāngs, Abusive Jiāng Family, Jiāng Family Bashing, Jiāng Family Critical, POV NHS, Dark NHS, Anal Sex, Marathon Sex, Dual Cultivation, Qīnghéng-jūn Lives, LWJ Has a Big Dick, WWX Self-Lubricates, Plot Twists, Porn With Plot, Scheming NHS, Manipulative NHS, BAMF LWJ, BAMF WWX) link in #5 Also works for this as LWJ is about as possessive as you can get

🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 712k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement) LWJ is pretty possessive in this

That Time Wei Wuxian Fell In Love With His First Officer And Didn't Even Realize by seungchxn (E, 9k, WangXian, Star Trek Fusion, Captain WWX, First Officer LWJ, Vulcan Mind Melds, Vulcan Kisses, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Hand Jobs, Hand & Finger Kink, Alien Biology, Mind Meld, Mutual Pining, First Time, First Kiss, Falling In Love, True Love, Soulmates, Accidental Marriage, Unrequited Love, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Oblivious WWX, WWX is a Little Shit, WWX is Bad at Feelings, Possessive LWJ, LWJ is Whipped, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, The Inherent Eroticism of Holding Hands)

Teacher's Pet by anobtra by (animeobsessedtrash) (E, 43k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Age Difference, Professor WWX, Student LWJ, Degradation, mild stalking, thigh riding, WWX Talks Dirty, Frottage, Mutual Masturbation, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Bottom LWJ, Top WWX, Coming Untouched, Orgasm Delay/Denial, LWJ is a Brat, Consent is Sexy, Begging, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Teasing, Hair-pulling, Semi-Public Sex, Masturbation, Consensual Sex, Rough Sex, Dry Humping, everyone is of-age, Barebacking, Possessive Behavior ,Porn With Plot, Jerk Off Instructions, Service Top WWX, just a lil bit Protective LWJ, Pining LWJ, Light Humiliation, Possessive WWX, Bottom LWJ/Top WWX, Possessive LWJ, Intercrural Sex) pls mind tags!

Howling for You by Runningbarefoot (E, 8k, WangXian, Fluff and Smut, dragon lwj, fox wwx, Possessive LWJ, Dom/sub Undertones, Fantasy, Biting, Anal Sex, horny wangxian, not really explicit I'm just playing it safe, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, kidnapped WWX, Happy Ending, Attempt at Humor, Twitter threadfic, Porn With Plot, dramatic declarations of love, shameless wwx, Light-Hearted)

These Mortal Treasures by ChilianXianzi (T, 9k, WangXian, Fantasy, Canon Divergence, Dragon LWJ, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Possessive LWJ, Domestic Fluff, implied eggpreg, Dragonji's hoard is 1 (one) weiying, The Cultivation World's canonical fuckery, eggyuan!, Gift Giving)

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

[amkalus]

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Figured I'd introduce myself properly to this wonderful community! I am Ann (26). Primarily interested in exploring archetypes, symbols, and fairy tale elements plot-wise, as well as physical and mental health issues character-wise. I write fantasy and science fiction (and occasionally historical fiction).

About me:

Majored in Psychology and English with Creative Writing (English is my second language)

Writing is basically my lifeline, I get depressed if I don't do it

Infatuated with myths, legends, folklore—and history

Questionably obsessed with the mad genius trope [I blame Victor Frankenstein, Sherlock Holmes, and Gregory House for this]

In love with the sea and all things age of sail [I went for a swim during a black-clouded thunderstorm on a cold September afternoon once, that's how down bad I am]

Can't write a short story to save my life [you shall only find novels beyond this gate, traveler]

My WIPs:

Oh boy, I've got a lot of them, but I'll share the main ones briefly. [bonus, emojis for vibes lol]

The Sea Whisperer (finished, 122k words) 🌊⚓🌩️

Already have a post about this YA adventure fantasy (seek #The Sea Whisperer) and planning to add some more, but here's the premise once more:

The fishing village of Galacair has been the only home Earwyn’s ever known. Between the mysterious illness that plagues her and the villagers who consider her cursed, surviving gets harder with each dreary day. But there are whispers coming from the sea which ceaselessly beckon her, and an ominous vision of a calamity that haunts her dreams. Earwyn fears they could be a part of her illness too, and that madness has befallen her. The only one who seems to know something about it is Galacair’s lighthouse keeper, whose tower is as strange and remote as he is.

Wrote this story because I wanted to bring some awareness to PCOS syndrome and the difficulties of living with it. But also because of my aforementioned love for the sea, including tall ships, shanties, and magic.

I've been querying for this one for 6 months with no success. Likely to undergo new revisions/editing.

The King's Steward/The King's Embroiderer 🗡️❄️🔥

A loose retelling of a quite obscure Nenets fairy tale called Kotura, Lord of the Winds with a Skyrim-esque Scandinavian-inspired medieval setting. A sort of fire vs ice battle going on. Definitely in the YA range. Very likely to be a duology!

Aira Alderkvist knows she's destined to become the kingdom's best and most beloved embroiderer, in the court of the king. She met him once when she was a child, alone by the snow-clad woods, and no one believed her. But she will finally prove her skill and that her story was true at the upcoming obeisance.

In the capital city of Vallholm, Sorena Froradottir prepares to abandon her post as a steward imposed on her against her will, and flee. However, on the night of the king's obeisance where noblemen and commoners gather, jarl Ravnan Jarnsen unexpectedly usurps the throne. Sorena must decide between deserting the kingdom in the hands of a tyrant rumored to be using forbidden fire magic... or leave, and find a new life unburdened and free.

So far I have 18k words written on this and a detailed plan chapter by chapter, which I will hopefully stick to (doubtful).

To All the Royal Subjects in the Land (working title because this is too long and cringe?) (recently renamed The Cursed Prince)🍁🕸️🎭

This is basically a dream project for me, for I have always dreamed of writing fantasy comedy. Only, I played myself cause medieval-based comedy is hard as hell? Honestly, though, I absolutely love wracking my brain with it. You can't be a writer without being at least a little masochistic, I think.

This is an NA/Adult fantasy rom-com [Mrs Maisel meets Beauty and the Beast], and a gender-bent version of the Russian fairy tale The Princess Who Never Smiled, in which a clever traveling jestress who values her freedom above all faces a joyless Prince.

Soon after entering a kingdom where joy and laughter are forbidden, Sarai realizes she'll be forced to break a foul spell if she wants to leave. And she grudgingly agrees. But it promises to be no easy task when this withering kingdom is caught in endless autumn, the Prince's odd, mist-veiled castle seems to be crumbling each day, and his knights are ever-so eerily quiet.

Will likely share more about what this story features in other posts! This is currently sitting at 22.5k words.

Sentinel Chronicles Series 🚀🌌✨

This one is probably closest to my heart. My first project ever [started writing this series 7 years ago], and have a detailed plan for 5 books in total, with more spin-offs for a side character very likely to appear later.

The first book [Transcendence] is finished at 96k words, and the second is written halfway. Transcendence is Star Trek meets House MD adult science fiction. It's a space adventure with aspects of science mixed with philosophical elements and a dash of humor. I have a very found-family-centered theme here with the crew. And a (very) slow-burn romance that would spread over the 5 books.

The story follows eccentric science genius Ashton Axolem as he attempts to take on scientific issues beyond his understanding with the help of Doctor Amelia Harper, who, like everyone else, is convinced mixing madness with science will never result in anything good. But her close encounter with Axolem leaves her questioning her understanding of both madness and goodness.

Will probably be blogging a lot about this one because I've had years to form it in my mind lol

Thanks for reading, that was a bit long! Hopefully, I set up some sort of tag system for all those WIPs soon.

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Thank you so much @mppmaraudergirl and @missgryffin for the tags - I am in awe of your beautiful writing projects!!

Sadly work has been AWFULLY BUSY as has personal life (but: due to SIGNIFICANTLY IMPROVE at home this summer AND possibly at work from next week TL;DR hurray more writing time soon!) so… very little writing happening in past few months.

If things improve, then what I’m hoping to work on is my one WIP and these ideas which could become WIPs if there is interest:

1. BLAME

A Marauders What If...?

What if James had been blamed for the Prank?What if he got expelled at the end of Fifth Year?What if there was never a Lily Evans and James Potter? If they parted enemies, if they never got together in their final year in Hogwarts? What if the marauders lost James? What then?

It’s currently been stuck at chapter 6 for months…

2. One Day Jily AU

Okay, the Netflix series was brilliant. And while I usually absolutely do NOT see James as similar to Dex in personality, I’m tempted….

3. Fairytale AU (Jily & Wolfstar)

🧚 Lily Evans lives with her wicked step-sister and wishes she could do normal things girls her age want to do, like go to the ball, have a life, have a fairy godmother etc…

🧚 Everyone thinks Prince James Charming Potter has the best life ever. They seem to have forgotten he was cursed by a wicked witch as a baby and is due to be die in a few weeks (something involving a needle or a spindle thingymajig? Sounds a bit made up tbh). His parents think it’s balderdash, are refusing to believe this, and are determined to throw a giant ball in his honour…

🧚 His friend Prince Sirius is trying to run away from his wicked step-father and his weirdo obsession with him being the Fairest of Them All. He’s thinking that a permanent visit to Prince James is the answer to his problems…

🧚 Lily’s friend Remus has been cursed by a wicked werewolf. He now looks like a beast. It’s complicated…

What happens when they all meet at the Grand Ball???? 🤷‍♀️

Tagging anyone who is interested and @theresthesnitch @squintclover @artemisia-black @tracingpatternswrites @engie-ivy @greyeyedmonster-18 @enbysiriusblack if any of you want to…

[oh-no-another-idea]

🌹 ? :) - @livums

Thanks so much for the ask, @livums! <3 Here's some Bent Nails for you!

Truck guy was wearing canvas pants spattered with paint and a sleeveless t-shirt that let his tanned muscular arms be free to the elements. There was sawdust in his hair, like fairy glitter. “Hi,” Sutton said, seizing control of the situation again. “I got permission. Obviously.” “Hi,” the guy said, but he was still looking at Michael. Sutton couldn’t really blame him, unfortunately.

1 🌹 = 1 snippet from a random WIP!

[lunar-years]

ok happy wip wednesday everyone xxx I had a burst of inspiration today and now my unnamed rjk friends with benefits fic is at 22k words which means I'm giving you an extra-long sneak peak :)

Please enjoy this little snippety snippet:

The breakdown that had been building all day finally came once he sat down in his driver’s seat and realized, promptly, that he didn’t feel capable of putting the car into gear. Beyond that, driving home felt like a herculean effort, and once he got there he wouldn’t be able to turn on the telly, because it was still set to Sky Sports from the night before, and all the pundits were going to be talking about were him. He couldn’t log on to his socials, either, because the fans were all going to be talking about him, and not in the good way, and besides that he didn’t want to look at his mobile because his dad might’ve called, or might not’ve called, and Jamie didn’t even know which one was worse one way or the other anymore. He was out now for the next three matches. That were bad enough as it was. Add in that Roy might not even talk to him now, might go back to that terrible time when he'd refused to coach Jamie directly and make Nate or Beard do it instead, and things were a rightful misery. Jamie didn’t have any idea how to make it up to him. Roy being so adamant about not mixing work with whatever else they got up to, even his best apology blowjob wasn’t likely to suffice. He wondered, too tired to feel all that desperate about it, if this was the end of all of that, too. Roy probably wouldn’t want to fuck him again after such a display, and Jamie could hardly blame him. He shouldn’t feel such grief over it, honestly. Jamie had known from the beginning the sex was temporary. Just a bit of fun. And now he’d gone and botched even that, which was probably always something that was bound to happen, given that it was him. But just as well, there it was. It had happened now, and Jamie didn’t feel resigned to it like he was supposed to, he felt…hollow. Hurt.  That was his own fucking fault, too.  It was too much to think about. More than anything, he wanted to shut off his brain for even an hour. As that weren’t an option, he settled for the next best thing—hitting the steering wheel so hard it made his hand throb and then bursting promptly into tears about it, right there in the Richmond car park.  //

He didn’t know how long he sat there pathetically crying, but eventually there was a gentle knock on the window. Keeley. Jamie blinked twice just to confirm it was really her and not a hallucination, like them people who got stuck in the desert and then imagined springs of water just because they were so desperate for it. She smiled at him kindly through the window, looking solid enough, and then tapped it again with her finger and gestured for him to roll it down.  “What are you still doing here?” he asked as soon as he’d done so, swiping at his face and trying not to be deeply embarrassed at her finding him in such a state. Usually Keeley disappeared with Rebecca immediately after their matches, off for cocktails and gossip or whatever it was the two of them got up to. He'd never expected her to show up. Now, Keeley stared at him with big, soft eyes that made Jamie want immediately to start crying again. She didn’t answer him immediately. “Oh babe,” she whispered instead, bringing a handkerchief up to his face and swiping lightly at this cheeks. “Care if I join you?” Jamie nodded, flipping the lock. Keeley walked around the boot and rematerialized in the passenger side, immediately pulling him towards her over the centre console and stroking through his hair before he could even process it was happening, like she was his guardian fairy, or whatever.  Ridiculously, Jamie’s brain chose then to remember the time she’d called his car pavlovian. Couldn’t be in here without wanting to jump his bones. Well Keels, he thought, letting out a clipped laugh that sounded more like a choke and made Keeley's grip in his hair tighten, look how far we’ve come. There was decidedly nothing sexy about him getting snot all over her Richmond windbreaker as he sobbed into her shoulder, sometimes letting out that hysterical, barked laugh. He couldn't stop. Keeley's hair was frizzy-soft today, the ends tickling his neck where her ponytail draped over him, and the edge of the console was pressing into his side unpleasantly, but he didn’t want to move, either. He didn’t want her to go away.  “I was worried about you when you didn’t answer my six messages, love,” Keeley said softly, pressing her lips against his hairline. 

[the-ellia-west]

The first thing you need to know is that Life cannot stand Deathand blames him for everything and is constantly trying to one up him.

Death is just trying to do his job. Primo tired divorced dad energy. The Corporate afterlife WIPs are basically a scoreboard for the battle between Life and Death that only one of them is actually waging.

Hell's Belle: Death wins if a woman's soul (which has been sold to Lucifer) stays in hell (where she wants to be). Life wins if she can tell the girl she was actually a changeling and she can move to the fairy realm at any time.

The Infinite Library: Life and Death both win if the Librarian can find out why so many souls are resigning from the Library. They both lose if he can't.

The Bucket List: Death wins if a mortal can complete a magical bucket list that grants her immortality. Life wins if the mortal fails.

Reaper Academy: Death wins if his reapers in training do well. Life wins if she can make even one fail.

Elysia Everlasting: Death wins if a woman can be happy with her life choices. Life wins as long as the woman keeps hitting the redo button.

The Nursery for Lost Souls: Life wins when souls go unclaimed and she can reincarnate them. Death wins when the head caretaker can match lost souls with relatives already in the afterlife

The kidnapping of Lena Ivanovna: Life wins if she can keep the only soul Death has ever loved away from him. Death wins if Life is brought down once and for all.

:]

OMG

This has amazing Comedy potential and I LOVE it

I feel like Life and Death's banter in this WIP would be AMAZING and the platonic chemistry between all the characters is FANTASTIC

There's so many directions you can take this and so many are so gooooddd. This also has fantastic potential for romantic chemistry and the romance between death and Lena could be really cute.

But may I also propose: Badass power couple? (If you want Lena to be more feminine, you could have her be a mental manipulation badass)

Life and death always cross paths to shoot jabs at one another

But they also tolerate each other and know how to ignore each other's bullshit. Also we need to have 7000 jokes about Death not knowing what coffee is

And/or Death, knowing way too much about coffee

Lena could show him how to cook

Just general fluff

And some worldbuilding would be great!

[kastlequill]

wip game

thank you for the tag @ethereal-night-fairy ! np tags: @dotcie @snail-eggs @skinnyazn @alittleposhtoad @50cal-fullauto-astarion @lunarvicar @siriusleee @parttimeprophet

Rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how nondescript or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet and tell us about it!

i have way too many wips, so here are the top 5 that are most likely to see the light of day relatively soon(ish):

➜ jjk — illusion (itafushi); tnp: i (gojohime)

➜ cod — thtd: iii (ghost); unearth: v (keegan); pulse: iv (gaz)

illusion (megumi x yuji)

current status: 1.8k words written; expecting 1k+ more words completed

Megumi shook away the mental image of his wide-eyed, grim-faced classmate. Neither his thoughts nor fears were of consequence at present, and it was not as if he had time to spare on regretting the past. Itadori would need all the help he could get, and Megumi refused to be a bystander to his death. Not again.

‘til my pulse loses time: iv/v (gaz x medic f!reader)

current status: 200 words written; expecting 1.5-2k+ more words

As a medic, you could only do so much. Many factors that would ultimately decide whether a patient lived or died were simply beyond your sphere of influence. Stitching together sliced skin, surgically removing bullets from traumatized flesh, administering first aid in the field—all within your skill range. Hell, even resuscitating a still-warm, newly-dead body was possible on special occasions. But you were neither God nor Death, so you could neither breathe life into the corpse of a friend, nor could you hold a scalpel to the jugular of a foe. These mortal limitations weren’t to blame for the horrors that unfolded during the coming hours, however.

unearth without a name: v/v (keegan x brainwashed f!reader)

current status: 100 words written; expecting 2-2.5k+ more words

Two hundred seven. That was the number of days currently separating him from the moment he had last seen you.

the nightmare pact: i/v (gojo x utahime)

current status: 2.7k words written; expecting 3.5-4k more words

Too late to turn back now, she thought with a resigned sigh. Still, part of her almost wished she could. Rght when she was about to do just that, an aggravating voice pierced the air. “Don’t just stand there, Utahime, I can hear those old joints of yours cryin’ out from all the way back here!” For the second time that day, Gojo made her left eye twitch.

that human, that demon: iii (ghost x f!reader)

current status: 9.1k words written; expecting 2.5-5k+ more words

“Your wrist control’s shit, and you failed to pass guard four times.” Ghost’s tone was neutral, betrayed nothing, and his body didn’t so much as move an inch from where he’d been spectating the match. “I’m almost impressed.” A snort. “Haud yer wheesht.” “English, MacTavish.” “Y’sure know how to make a man feel special, eh, Lt.?” “Special? Might be time for a career change,” the lieutenant mused, his banter as dry as his. . . everything else. “No one’s special in our line o’ work, Johnny.”

[existentialcrisis-24-7]

So Winx season four ? magic returning to earth

How does that go and (since I’m assuming terrestrial magic is different,how does it difffer from magic in the Magic Universe ?)

Thank you so much for the ask!

But I have to say, I already have a more-or-less fleshed out magic system, so magic doesn't really work differently on Earth. The only planet magic could be considered different on is Magix, but it still more-or-less fits within the pre-established rules I made for magic. I will say that Earth is a little odd in that despite its magic being shapeshifting, most if not all fairies are born with a secondary magic of fire, air, ground or water and the rate of people born with 3 or more types of magic is significantly higher there.

I can explain shapeshifting magic and the effects of the return of Earth's magic though!

Shapeshifting has two subsets: Metamorphosis (altering your own appearance) and Transmutation (altering another thing's appearance). Those who struggle to see images in their head tend to be at a disadvantage when performing this magic, though most regard metamorphosis as the easier route to take as you can instead feel the changes happen to yourself as oppsed to having to visualise it.

It is a magic only found on Earth and, as such, it was extremely rare even when Earth still had its magic. After Earth and its magic became lost to the rest of the Magic Dimension it nearly went completely extinct and was actually thought to be dead for a while. That was until Wizgiz joined the Alfea staff and began trying to resurrect the magic with... mixed results.

As of writing this, I have no concrete design in mind for the shapeshifting transformation, though I imagine it looks very unique and definitely would draw more from a person's individual sense of style then from a more generic standard. Names of the transformations are also a WIP (metamorphix sounds too much like morphix for my taste, and transmutix/transmutatix just doesn't have the ring to it I would like it to have).

Now! Onto how the return of magic on Earth affected things!

In summary: chaos.

Magic had been building up in Tír na nÓg for the past 1000 odd years and when it finally got released the Terrestrial Fairies (Roxy included) were given a huge temporary power boost as the magic tried to settle back in. Once magic began to settle back the power boost was lost but random people just started waking up with a new connection to magic and some people even got transformations (alignment depending). This caused a huge amount of fear and panic across Earth because nobody knew what was happening and the fact that there was so much going on in Gardenia with the Wizards and the Major Fairies made a lot of people think Gardenia itself was to blame. Having to get every single human adjusted to the idea of magic was a huge task and certainly took a while, even after season 4 2 takes place.

There was a lot of politics, history books and magical demonstrations before the world could agree that magic should even be legal, and eventually the world agreed that the island the portal was on, Avalon, would be considered its own kingdom with its own laws, ruled by the fairies. Most people were fine with this since the island was uninhabited anyway but there was still a lot of fear up in the air about this kingdom out of legends who were believed to have more power, different to anything humans had ever seen, despite being such a small population.

After Morgana took the title of Queen again, she suggested To Nebula that she take some time to herself and to heal. Nebula went on a journey of self-discovery for one month before realising there was no one to teach magic on Earth. The School of Mystic Arts was then set up near the portal to Tír na nÓg on Avalon so that people new to magic had a way to learn without having to travel off-world and also to educate people on their world's history. Though the school is still new and lacking in both a standardised curriculum and the staff necessary to teach this many new magic users, Nebula is determined to make it work and Morgana has been helping her get in contact with the rest of the Magic Dimension for help in both teaching and in reestablishing Earth among the ranks.

[hesbuckcompton-baby]

Damage Gets Done - SAS: Rogue Heroes x OC - Chapter 2

Masterlist | Chapter 1 |-| Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12

Summary: Arriving for her training, Diana finds herself buckling under the pressure of being the only woman in the SAS.

Relationships: L Detachment x Platonic!OC, eventual Reg Seekings x OC

Warnings: Mild injury description, language, brief mentions of violence/gore, mentions of violence towards animals

Word Count: 3k

Tags: @20th-centu-fairy-girl

A/N: Sorry this chapter took a while! Writer's block is a bitch, but I can't fully blame it because I stopped working on all my wips to binge The Terror. it was. a problem. Nevertheless! Hope you enjoy <3

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The air in the camp was sweltering, unbearably dry, so much so that simply breathing it in seemed to purge the body of its moisture and leave a coarse pain in the throat. Sunglasses had shielded Diana's face from the sharp flecks of sand churned up by the front wheels of the car as Paddy pulled into the training ground, the engine whirring to a stop and suddenly falling silent. She was aware of how ridiculous she must have appeared, with her expensive car and fashionable clothes, a stark contrast to the crowds of uniformed men that surrounded them. But it was of little consequence. All her life she had found her own home filled with army men of a much higher calibre than these, and all her life they had looked at her as something 'other', something entirely separate from themselves. She was used to being seen as an oddity, because she was one.

Stirling was sheltered beneath a nearby gazebo, seated at a desk piled high with files, watching the man stood before him with a half-bored expression. Diana made a beeline for the place, ignoring the lingering stares of the men she passed. The soldier standing before him held his shoulders back, saluting respectfully, his voice tinny and polite, his moustache neatly trimmed, hair combed beneath his hat.

"Has my shit arrived?" She asked, sauntering into the tent and coming to stand just behind David, peering over his shoulder at the file in his hands before frowning at the wannabe candidate as he stammered to regain his train of thought, startled by her interruption.

"Your tent's over there with your belongings," Stirling gestured to the edge of the camp, neglecting to look up at her but clearly glad for the interruption. "Your butler caused quite a stir when he showed up - I didn't know you could drive a Bentley in the desert."

"Well I wouldn't exactly call it a good idea," Diana shrugged, turning away to head over to her tent. Just before she passed from under the gazebo and out into the sun, she swivelled on her heel, pointing once at the other soldier and then to David. "Oh, and... don't hire him."

Stirling's candidate frowned, opening his mouth to protest before swiftly rethinking it, clearly hesitant to speak dissent in front of his senior officer. Diana nodded, as if to say 'See?', and David let out a chuckle, gently dismissing the man, who turned away disappointedly.

Her tent was tiny, the ceiling too low to stand upright, but it seemed that was the cost of having a private space, tucked safely away from the others. The men shared with each other, camping in communal space under large canopies, but it didn't take a genius to understand why Diana was not allowed to sleep there. Her belongings had been piled neatly on the bed - a trunk of clothes and books, on top of which lay her trusty rifle, the very one she had practised with since the day she'd been big enough to hold it. The weapon felt like an extension of her arm when she held it in her hand, offering a macabre sort of comfort in such an unfamiliar place. Stirling had left for her the closest thing he could find to a woman's uniform, and she changed quickly into the khakis before slinging the rifle strap over her shoulder and re-emerging into the sunlight.

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The ground passed below in a blur, the jeep rocking slightly over the uneven terrain as they built up speed, running straight along the practice route they had gone back and forth along all morning, tossing men in various states of preparedness over its rear. Reg sat on the bench beside her, watching as one after another the other men in the car leapt off the back, some landing with far more success than others, the pair of them letting out a laugh whenever one rolled particularly badly, flailing limply in the sand - the type of failure that ensured they would not be around for much longer.

"Right," Paddy spoke, his voice raised above the roar of the engine. "You're up, milady."

"Git," Diana declared, both of them smirking as she stepped up to the edge, peering down at the cloud of dust kicked up by the speed of the wheels. She only had a moment now to figure it out, only one chance to get it right. Thinking back to every man she'd seen jump, she considered what they had done wrong, and what had prevented them from making fools of themselves.

She would not make a fool of herself. It was not even a question, not a possibility she could entertain. One slip-up would be as much proof as any of these men needed to send her away - to prove any doubts they had right. Bending her knees, Diana pushed herself away, raising her arms to protect her head as she launched into a roll. Colliding with the ground at such a speed was sure to leave a bruise, even in the sand, but she did it - the landing was good, the roll was good, she couldn't hear them laughing at her as the car advanced further away. But as Diana peeled her arms away from her head, one of the back wheels kicked up a small stone, sending it flying straight for her. She felt a sharp jab of pain as it hit, piercing the skin of her forehead, a steady stream of blood already running down towards her eye by the time she had lifted herself to her feet. Raising a hand to the wound, she hissed in pain as her fingertips came away red - it was small, but deep. Painful.

Back in her tent, she sat cross-legged on the ground, peering at the compact mirror she had propped up in front of her, attempting to angle her head enough that she could see the wound in such a small glass. Bandage in one hand, Diana tried her best to lift her hair out of the way with the other, but it was rapidly becoming evident that this was a job best suited to three hands, and with each failed attempt she grew more and more irritated, sighing and cursing under her breath.

"You need a hand there?" A man's voice came, his accent so thick it took her a moment to fathom what had been said. Looking up, she recognised the man - he had sat opposite her in the back of the jeep less than an hour ago, but in that time she had entirely forgotten his name. The realisation caused a swell of guilt at his kindness.

"Uh-" Diana had been about to refuse him in some futile attempt to prove her competency, but it occurred to her that if she failed in this task one more time she might have gone insane. "... Yes. Thanks."

He nodded, smiling slightly as he came forward, crouching down to her level. She lifted her hair away from her forehead, exposing the wound to the sting of the air as she surrendered the dressing to him. "Oof," He huffed, raising a hand to wipe away some of the blood. His thumb was calloused and rough but gentle as he touched her, careful not to cause any pain as he cleaned the wound. "There. Not as bad as it looks." Once he had pressed the bandage down securely, a pleased smile creasing his cheeks, dirty from rolling in the dirt.

"Thank you, uh-?"

"Dave Kershaw," He nodded. "Next time you need help, just ask, yeah?"

Although everything about his exterior seemed coarse - from his voice to his crooked, doggish grin - there was something warm to this man, a friendliness that she found herself trusting immediately.

"I know," Diana admitted. "It's just..."

"You think you've got summin' to prove, eh?" Kershaw shot her a knowing glance, pushing himself up off his knees.

She sighed, throwing her hands up in frustration. "If I'm as good as them - their true equal - they'll still see me as less, no matter what. The only way I can get the respect of people like this is if I'm better and stronger in everything, and I'm-... I'm scared that if the wrong people think I'm weak, they'll send me away."

He frowned, arms crossed tightly across his chest, head shaking side to side slightly. "You'll be alright. These fellas aren't like that. Well - some of them are, but those ones are pussy enough to beat in a fight."

Diana let out a laugh, the sound of which made Kershaw smile. "Oh, yes, that will definitely help." She grinned, accepting Dave's hand as he helped pull her to her feet.

"Well, y'know," He shrugged. "Never met a cunt that hasn't been stopped by a broken nose."

"I look forward to testing the theory," Dusting sand off of their trousers, they emerged from the tent, squinting in the sunlight. Diana had grown up beneath the scorching Egyptian sun, but somehow every aspect of the environment seemed amplified to the extreme in the desert, so much so that even she was not quite used to it yet. Across camp, those of the men that had survived Paddy's training were gathered together to eat, talking and laughing noisily as the food was dished out between them. The idea of joining them became suddenly daunting, the chance of any one of them taking issue with Diana's presence a very real prospect. She hesitated for a moment, her heel digging into the sand.

"They can smell fear," Kershaw leant down, whispering in her ear, teasing in an attempt to alleviate her anxiety.

"Shut up," Diana chuckled, thumping him in the shoulder with her fist. He grinned, swaying to the side before correcting himself, and strolled over to the others with a cheery whoop.

Accompanying her new friend, they sat down on opposite sides of the long wooden table, slipping seamlessly into the conversation as McGonigal handed her a plate of food with a smile. "-and I swear to fucking God, you could see halfway to the fucker's brain, it was brutal," Seekings explained, jabbing at his food as a startlingly young looking blonde boy laughed along.

"What are you on about?" Diana asked, mouth half full of food.

"Best scraps. Reg here's telling us about his boxing days," Eoin explained. "- Although, as I keep saying, if you wanna see real boxing, you should see Paddy."

"Aw, we've reached the dick-measuring contest part of the afternoon already, have we?"

Reg put his hands up as some of the other men laughed. "Look, if we wanna go there, we'll go there, just not with ladies present, alright?"

She scoffed, flicking her spoon as a few beans splattered against Seeking's shirt, the table erupting with laughter at his offended expression, and Diana yelped as he returned fire, a blob of particularly runny mashed potatoes colliding with her cheek. She had never met military men like these - so at ease with one another, so rowdy and rough around the edges. Her life had been spent brushing shoulders with the higher-ups, with generals who would sooner look down their nose at her than shake her hand, but these men were different. There was a sense of comradery here with them, even when half of them couldn't even recall each other's names. This was where she wanted to be - a place she could feel at home in time, even as sweat poured down their brows and sand burrowed itself between their toes.

"If you're gonna get smart, what stories have you got, eh?" Seekings asked.

Diana raised a hand to wipe the potatoes from her face, shaking her head. "Oh, no - I don't have anything like that."

"We'll take anything, as long as it's not another damn bar fight," An American man noted, his friend fighting to suppress a smirk.

She hummed, taking a moment to think as she scraped the last of her food off of her plate. "Ok. So, once when I was younger, I went with my father and his friends to hunt Nile crocodiles, which - look, I know it sounds bad, and it was, I was thirteen and stupid, I just wanted to watch - but we went down to the river, right? My father and his friends and their guides had all gathered around this one bit of riverbank, because they were sure that was where they could catch one - I mean, you've just got this group of English toffs with rifles in the middle of the desert, they've all got fucking horses of all things, and they're absolutely drenched with sweat - anyone who knew what they were doing could have told you, they did not know what they were doing," A scatter of chuckles rippled through the men at the table, the group falling quiet to listen to the story.

"-But anyway. I'm on my horse further down the river where the bank is high, because no one thinks it's dangerous, and I've got with me another horse without a rider - I don't remember why. But they're all in the shallow part of the river, because that's where they think the crocodiles will be, but just as I'm sitting there, one of them comes bursting out of the water - it comes up the bank so fast I barely notice it, until it takes a bit of the other horse's leg, and the thing is kicking and screaming and it gets dragged into the river, and everyone's shouting and I almost got knocked off my own horse in the panic, but- ...Yeah. It was so close, it was like I could feel the air move next to me when it took that horse down, it was nuts."

It was quiet for a moment, the men taking a pause to process what they had just heard. "Sorry-" Kershaw said, frowning in disbelief. "You were how old when this happened?"

"Thirteen," Diana spoke nonchalantly, slowly noticing the looks of astonishment and concern on the faces of those around her.

"Fucking hell," Reg exclaimed. "Yeah, that was... That was better than my bar fight story."

"Most stories are," The American pointed out.

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As the SAS's training continued, Diana came to discover that many of the others had intriguing stories of their own, ranging from tragic to downright ridiculous, and for those among them who most enjoyed talking about themselves, it became a regular occurrence for the group to gather of an evening and tell tales about where they had come from and the people they had known. She learned about Almonds' son, Kerhsaw's slew of past girlfriends, and one night Stirling even told her about his brief foray as a mountain climber. They were, slowly but surely, becoming a unit, and each gruelling day of training only seemed to bring them closer.

Diana lay on her back somewhere out in the desert, eyes closed against the relentless afternoon sun, some twenty miles into a seemingly endless march, an untouched canteen carrying only an inch or so of water strapped to her belt. There was a rock digging painfully into her spine, but its presence paled against the agony that filled the rest of her body. Her knees felt as though they were filled with broken glass, so exhausted they were from countless treks up sand dunes and rocky slopes, and the soles of her feet hurt so severely she almost worried that if she were to remove her socks, the entire first layer of skin would rub off with them. She was sweating through every inch of her uniform, sprawled on the ground as if already unconscious, her fellow men sat in fatigued silence a few feet to her left.

"Right, come on," Almonds grunted, pushing himself to his feet. Diana did not respond for a moment, eyes screwed tightly shut, until she became suddenly aware of his shadow, blotting out the sun and casting darkness over her face.

"Ah, thank you," She sighed. "Just... stay there for a moment, will you?"

"Come on," He bent down, seizing her wrists and tugging her upright. "Ten more miles, let's go."

"You should leave me here to die. Let the vultures feed on my corpse."

"There are no vultures."

Diana tentatively opened one eye, peering up at the sky. Almonds was correct. There was not, in fact, a single living thing visible in any direction. "... Fuck."

"Besides, you don't want to die before you get to kill your first Nazi," Jim pointed out.

She considered this for a moment. "Alright," Relenting, she pulled herself to her feet, groaning loudly at the pain in her legs as Almonds helped her up, similar utterances of discomfort rippling through the group as they all rose one by one.

Seekings seemed particularly incensed by the situation, grumbling and muttering to himself as they continued their trek, the sun leaving bright red marks across his cheeks and forehead that would inevitably itch and peel come nightfall. "Fucking walking," He fumed to himself, inaudible to everyone against the desert wind, save for Diana, who walked beside him. "When the fuck will we ever have to walk thirty miles at once?"

"I'm sure you'd rather get some practice now than die tragically in the middle of the desert in a couple weeks," She pointed out, expression contorting as she stretched out the stiffness in her shoulders.

"Tell me the story again," He requested, breathless as he hauled himself up another hill, pressing down on his knees with his palms in an attempt to propel himself forward. "The crocodile one."

Diana shook her head, strands of sweat-soaked hair sticking to her face as she did so. "Nah. You make it back to camp alive and I'll tell you a better one."

Reg shot her a glare, but considered her offer all the same. With a heaving sigh, he relented. "Alright. Deal."

She nodded, giving the man an encouraging nudge on the shoulder. As he batted her away, she let out a chuckle, and began the task of coming up with a convincing enough lie to tell him upon their return.

[everthewip]

i said i want to pick a new WIP to focus on for a bit and I meant it, but indecisive as I am, I'm gonna need some help. So I'm making a poll. I don't have room to describe each snippet in the poll so im just numbering them and you can read the snippets below the cut

please don't feel obligated, but if you'd like to read and vote to help me out, i would much appreciate it!

These snippets will be very short because I don't want to make this lengthier than it needs to be, but if you'd rather read more let me know and I'll post more.

1. Music echoed from the city center as she guided me away from the crowds. I did not recognize the street she took. Electricity was in short supply and the magic had been focused on the festival, so the street lanterns were dark and cold. There is a reason folk go missing at this time of year; a reason these poorer districts see a rise in theft and murder every festival. Danger always lurked in shadows, but she moved through the darkness like a wraith; swift, silent, and sure of every step. Her hand squeezed mine as if she feared losing me, a silent challenge to the night – I dare you to steal her from me. My fingers were growing numb. My head was heavy from the festival drinks, my thoughts twisted by incense that wafted from the tents of fortune tellers and witches...

2.

Autumn leaves had covered the forest floor, keeping a soft cushion beneath the bare soles of her feet. It was a comfort she did not expect to last. Too soon the trees began to grow sparse, the blanket of leaves giving way to cold dirt and pebbles. Along the border of the woods was a rocky hillside that stretched wide in both directions. Rather than attempt to find a way around, she gritted her teeth and began the ascent over it. Tough as her feet were they could not withstand the sharp edges of the rocks. Blood warmed the cold stone as they cut into her, but she did not stop or give in to the pain. The sooner she passed over the rocky terrain the better.  On the other side lay a valley, surrounded on all edges by the forest. Tall, yellowed grass swayed in the afternoon wind as mountain peaks loomed to the near east. On the northern end of the valley rose a writhing snake of smoke, its source a low-burning campfire. A wagon was stationed near it, along with three figures sitting around the flames. Two horses grazed nearby.  There was a scent in the air, of burning wood and fried meat. For a while she stood there, letting the blood of her feet seep into the grass, watching the distant figures. Her tongue watered at the scents, stirring the hunger rooted so deeply in her belly - in her bones. 

3. They had been dead for three days, of this I am certain. The last threads of their lives still linger; as thin and fragile as the first string in a spiders trap, or the broken wisps of a long abandoned cobweb. I must brush these threads aside to view the bodies more closely, but they stick and cling to my fingers and hair. “Go on,” I urge, only somewhat agitated. “There's no point in staying now.” But they do stay, always; they never listen. I cannot blame them. There are dark things in the shadows, hiding in the crevices of life and death - waiting for the stray thread of a soul to drift onto their tongues, pinned between their teeth. The forest is hushed here and the trees stir without wind, disturbed by the bulk of unseen forms; stalking, waiting. Three days. My stomach turns to think these last few threads are all that remain, to imagine the rest have already been devoured. Perhaps I will let them cling to me after all.

4. The hummingbirds would go no further. Tyah studied the dark pass ahead, where low branches and thorny shrubs curved inward to form a tunnel. The trees were massive this deep within the ancient forest and little sunlight could pierce the near impenetrable canopy high above. No light at all seemed capable of illuminating the tunnel. The young scout could not blame the hummingbirds for pausing here, where scattered ribbons of thin light could still caress the forest floor. “We'll continue on foot,” Rysen stated as he dismounted. “And keep your wings down, lest they snag on the brambles.” Tyah shuddered at the thought and did as ordered, resting her wings against her back before she dismounted, stumbling a little on her landing. A quick glance toward Rysen proved he hadn't noticed, his focus set on the dark tunnel ahead. She exhaled a relieved sigh and adjusted her belted quiver. ... “What will we do if they refuse to help us?” Even in a whisper, her question seemed too loud, bouncing off the darkness as if it were solid. “We will leave, as swiftly as we can, and hope the horrors of the Darkbrier are no more than children's tales.”

[the-shattered-dreamers]

it's time for Marcy Actually Writing This AU™️ part 1: fairy encounter wip

(ft. a wip from almost a month ago bc writer's block hit me like a truck. this isn't the main story, instead a side drabble featuring @ayyy-imma-ninja's fairy au Sun, Moon, and Lunar. i hope i haven't completely wrecked your boys lmao :3 ) ⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯⋯

All in all, it was a fairly normal night.

He wouldn't have gone so far as to say it was boring, as Solra often couldn't imagine anything being boring, but it was normal, falling into the usual routine xe and Lumin had. Sense a new M.I. in the area, investigate, either fight it or return it to its dreamer, rinse and repeat. Nothing out of the ordinary.

Until they showed up.

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"Hey, Sol?" Lumin called to their brother, a slightly concerned note to his voice. "Can you, uh, come here for a minute?"

Solra shouted back in affirmation, making xer way over, and Lumin turned back to the source of his confusion. Two (three, actually, but one was asleep) fairies, staring at him with distinctly confused and apprehensive expressions. He could hardly blame them, moon was a good couple inches taller than the fairies, and while not being much difference to a human, it made the Remme seem much taller.

After a good 30 seconds of staring at each other, both parties turned to see Solra bounding over. "Minmin!! Are those FAIRIES? Ooh, I've always wanted to meet one, but we're always so busy, a-and I'm sure they're busy too, but woah, we finally get to see some! Hi, I'm Solra, this is my brother Lumin, and- oh! You," he pointed at one of the fairies, the taller one with a starry blue nightcap. "you're a Moondrop fairy, right? And your small friend here is your helper fairy? Oh, your kind have always fascinated me, see, because we have similar jobs. My brother and I are Remme! We kind of do the same thing you do, except we deal with, ah, nightmares, I suppose, that have escaped the dreamscape and are out here, in the waking world, and-"

Lumin delivered a swift elbow to xer ribs to make him shut up, then spoke softly. "I apologize for that. Sol doesn't quite know when to hush sometimes." Offering a small smile, they held out a hand to the Moondrop fairy. "I, as you may have figured from that little ramble, am Lumin. Good to meet you. And you are?"

"My name is Moon," the taller fairy-Moon-responded, giving the offered hand a shake. The one beside him cleared his throat pointedly, leaning on his staff with a smirk. Rolling his eyes playfully, Moon adds, "and this here is Lunar. Nice to meet you, too."

[wizardysseus]

writing patterns (tag game)

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

tagged by @theteaisaddictive

I DON'T HAVE THAT MANY POSTED FICS BUT I GOT A CUT ON MY FINGERTIP THAT MAKES IT HARD TO TYPE SO I MIGHT AS WELL DO SOMETHING WITH MY TIME.

no orphan (star wars, unfinished but maybe if someone talks to me about this i will finish it someday): The sound of celebration rose over the city walls.

easy to find (critical role, i actually finished this!): When Caleb accepts the teaching position at the academy that he’s been toying with for so long, Jester goes to check out his new digs.

if by the sun and moon I swore (critical role, unfinished, don't perceive me): The high priestess of the Traveler didn’t blame her god for making her a fraud.

the second lives of ravens (sandman, wip): When Rachel Moodie died, she realized first that she was dead and only after that she had been dreaming.

the traveler repays his debt (theban plays, wip): The trek from home to the palace steps and onward to the city gates was a weary one for Merope’s old bones and a cold one for her old heart.

your homecoming will be my homecoming (odyssey, wip): Odysseus told her about Tiresias’ prophecy, the unpaid sacrifice, and the last quest pinned to him twice that night.

the pragmatist's heart (odyssey, wip) (real) (will happen): The truth was that Circe hardly cared whether Odysseus lived or died when he left Aeaea until that moment.

the first warlock (original fiction): When she asked to cut her hair, Rook had not expected her request would be granted. She had not even been sure that the Archivists would have something as human as clippers or shears, and it was unsettling to have no guesses as to why when it turned out that they did.*

the witch's hound (original fiction): Our story begins with a wizard.

i was going to post the first line of my batb story but i forgot the revision is in shambles because i did an outline overhaul and haven't gone back to it. don't be like me, finish things

*i included the second line because it struck me that the first line is actually very boring and if i posted it everyone would, of course, hate me forever.

i don't think there's a clear pattern across all of them, but i can see what i've been trying to do. i like to see if i can put the characters in a physical space and tell you something about their frame of mind from the get-go. with fic i lean toward grabby lines or something that's going to get at the heart of the situation/setting quickly, because i feel like i don't have much time to get attention. the witch's hound is the outlier here, which makes sense because i am intentionally trying out a more stylized omniscient narration for a fairy tale.

tagging whoever wants to!

[wolfwarden]

For the WIP ask: I am, of course, gently and not at all curiously looking at the Malon mini-Whump? :3

Don't you hate it when you have a hundred fics you need to work on but you have amazingly talented friends that write whump fills that pull you in and you just can't help yourself? You know what you did, Rav. This pales in comparison to the original whump fill, but I have permission to play, so I'm gonna. Have an unedited snippet: ...

"Potion!" Warriors snaps, the bandages he’s pressed against Malon’s back already soaked through. They need a fairy. They have none, so he will take what he can.

A bottle is shoved in his hand, only half-full.

"Last one," Sky gasps, then spins to guard their backs, the fighting still ringing through the room.

Warriors rolls Malon over and tips her head up, ignoring the frantic scuffling of feet, the distant crash of splintering wood, and the ever-present screams of Time calling for his wife. He presses the bottle’s edge to her lips and lets a small stream trickle in. “Drink this.”

She lies still in his arms.

“Malon!” Time is a jerky blur at the edge of Warriors’ vision, arms slamming repeatedly to the far reaches of his iron restraints.

He’s someone else’s problem, Warriors’ mind snaps, shoving down the rising tide of sympathy and sorrow. He tries again to force Malon to drink. “Come on now…” Red potion trickles out the side of her slack mouth.

The chains holding Time to the wall shudder as he lunges forward again. “Malon, wake up! You can’t do this. You have to-” The word cut off in a wet sob.

Warriors’ fingers press at Malon’s neck, a part of him utterly unsurprised to find no answering pulse. He knew. Before his knees had hit this blood-soaked floor, he knew.

"Wars?” As if sensing his hesitation, Time has turned his attention to Warriors. “Please.”

There’s too much emotion wrapped up in that single word. Warriors lets it sweep over his ears, doesn’t let it fully register. He turns Malon back over on the floor, the gash on her back exposed again. A wound too wide to sew up, impossible to tourniquet, too deep to be anything but fatal. He pours red potion down the bleeding line. A waste, the callous part of him whispers. Potions don't work nearly as well when applied externally. It should be saved for someone who will benefit from it. He checks again for pulse. None. He watches for the slightest breath.

"Captain?"

Warriors raises his head, meeting Time’s gaze, keeping his expression blank with everything he has.

Time's eye widens. "No! You can't! Don’t let her go. Don’t you dare." The restraining bolt in the wall lurches, stone fragments pinging on the floor. “Malon!” A wild fury overcomes him and he thrashes forward, straining toward the woman on the floor, shackles cutting deep into his skin. “Malon, look at me!”

Hyrule collapses by Warriors’ side, blood running down his face. Hands go over Malon and the pink glow flares in the dim light.

Then it flickers, flickers, and stutter-stops. Hyrule cries out in despair. "I can't-  I’ve nothing left!"

Time howls, desperate face turning to Hyrule, and Warriors can feel the rage and panic rising like a wave from their usually stoic leader. And Warriors understands. He’s seen it happen so many times. Too many times. Friends, loved ones, raging for ones lost to the war, searching for someone to blame.

He pushes Hyrule back from Time, placing himself front and center. His calm begins to slip, emotions splintering through and he teeters between weeping along with Time and wanting to put his fist through the nearest wall. Well, If he's going to feel something, he'll pick anger. It will hold him together when despair would not. It will sharpen his focus when grief blurs the path.

If he must feel, then anger it will be.

He knocks Malon’s hands to the side and centers himself over her, pressing the heel of his palm to her chest. He drags in one steadying breath, then shoves down with both arms, forcing her heart to beat. Useless. Hopeless. But stopping is unthinkable.

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WIP Whenever Whatever Whomstever

@blarrghe tagged me yesterday, just in time for me to sap some much-needed writing motivation from somewhere so I can finish the next 1500 words or so of a short story I’m meant to be workshopping in June (eek!). It’s a swampy Cinderella/reverse Giving Tree/eco gothic/comfort horror fairy tale piece inspired by bits and pieces of my own family lore...

I’m trying to decide whether or not to go more into grandma’s story here, or to just skip right to the fun part where the little girl gets revenge on her creepy stepfather...

“You’re lucky, you know,” her mother tutted as she rough-brushed the moss and bits of bark from the girl’s hair that evening. “Lucky you got a mama to look after you. Mine disappeared when I was even littler than you. Everyone blamed her when Daddy crashed his truck into one of those big trees up along the road and died…took the tree down with him. You can still see the old busted stump. Sissy said he was probably just drunk. But he and Mama were always arguing about that cursed swamp. He was supposedly on his way to meet with a developer about selling it. I wish she’d have just let him…”

Ginny had to disagree. But she kept quiet. She wasn’t the one holding the brush.

Tagging @serial-chillr, @paraparadigm, @normal-goatboy, @ziskandra, @cleverblackcat, @sarsaparillia, @convenientcoma, @bengalaas, and anyone else who wants to jump in with something you’re working on! I’ve been out of the tumblrverse for a few weeks (I got a job in addition to my position as Mom-who-reluctantly-manages-the-entire-household!), so I dunno what everyone’s been up to or anything!