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[moa-broke-me]

Hey guys...

I published my first chapter for my Jasico Fairytale AU!

[monkeyfishgirl]

And Nothing Where I Now Arrive Is Shining (A Gonchrey Fic)

Sunlight danced across the cobbles of the Piazza del Plebiscito, errant gulls were circling and careening around the pure sky on the lookout, like hawks, for casually dropped crumbs from careless tourists. The gulls had no way of knowing that the two dark haired men who sat at the table of the bustling bistro were not careless tourists: far from it. 

The taller of the two, although it was hard to discern which that might have been, both seated as they were, took a long drag on his Prima cigarette. The other man grimaced slightly as took a sip of his espresso - still unfamiliar after all this time. Between them sat an empty plate that had once held the pizza that they shared- prosciutto and rocket- now reduced to a smear of grease on the white porcelain. 

From above the gulls could see how the silence cloaked the pair like a weighted blanket. It sat about their shoulders without grounding, without comfort; a heaviness with no reprieve only choking and suppressing. So long had the run from this feeling and yet here they were again - another country, another time, but ever trapped in their shared history. From her position up on high, one intrepid gull swope down to perch on the table next to the two men. The wrought iron legs rattled gently on the cobbles with her weight as she landed, causing the pair to break their wordless reverie as it snapped their joint attention. They both glanced at each other and broke into a nervously relieved snort of laughter.

“Andrey…” the taller man started. He looked sad. His eyes were more liquid brown than his companion’s coffee -and infinitely more familiar to him- and they radiated misery. 

“I know. We can’t meet like this again.” muttered the shorter man, his eyes cast away. He spoke with the air of a condemned man counting down the last sweet agonising moments of his life on the gallows before the inevitable drop. The gull on the next table threw her head back as she chewed some discarded food; intrigued.

“You don’t. Dammit, Andrey, you’ve decided so much of this for me, for us. You don’t get to decide when it’s over. Don’t you know who I am? What I’ve done for you? What I do for you?!” Goncharov hissed, his eyes roving about his dining companion, voice tight with emotions that so infrequently broke their way to the surface of the torrent that raged within him. But his outburst was quiet. Even in this he remembered his place, the endless caution that had been droned into him by his father; by the USSR; by society itself. He was shaking lightly from the emotion. 

“Go back to Katya. She can love you the way I can’t. The way you deserve.” Andrey still couldn’t look at him. Couldn’t look into those eyes he had loved, that had loved him, that had shown him the deepest and most vulnerable sides of this feared man. Couldn’t look at him and tell him ‘no’.

Goncharov stood up with the violent suddenness of a predator pouncing on its prey; the lightning quick reflex of a decision being made, a course of action irrevocably decided upon. The gull squawked and flapped a table away, but remained; watching skeptically with beady yellow eyes.

“That’s what you want?” he asked. His shoulders were a tense line. He didn’t glance at the other man as he spoke, instead focusing on the empty plate that lay between them, the taste of the sweet, salty happiness of their shared moments and ham turning to greasy ash in his mouth.

“Yes,” Andrey whispered, even as his heart screamed ‘no.’ “It’s the way it has to be. You know that.” He risked a glance up to where the other man seemed to tower over him. The gull who was nosing her way closer to the pair didn’t miss the way the standing man flinched bodily at his friend’s words. He hardened his face into a flinty facade.

“So be it, Andrey Mikhailovich,” he spat, “next time I see you it’ll be at the end of my pistol.” He turned on his heel and stormed away, a raincloud breaking up the glorious Neopolitan sunshine. The other man sat, solitary and stationary as death, his rapidly blinking eyes and deep breaths the only give away that he was alive. Gently, he too stood, throwing a careless bundle of lira on the table before he turned and left. He walked in the opposite direction. 

Seeing the table abandoned, the gull took her chance. She flapped her elegant wings to their now empty dining arena, eagerly anticipating the bounty that awaited her. To her disappointment, the plate and cups were empty. The only thing still sitting upon the table was everything that Goncharov had left behind in Andrey’s care: the bleeding, beating remnants of his still beating heart.

[eternalstarlightmakeup]

a list of fanfic ideas I have...

Coco working on being impulsive 

All the girls experience moving to the atelier (a series of one shots) 

I thought this was longer... 

[kuuyooo]

Cannibal tommy was the best fucking thing to ever happen to me shout out to those fanfics where he had enough and ate dream in exile I love yall authors who wrote them🙏‼️‼️

[naswoop]

Brief interlude between isat fanarts to draw @dekupalace's In Stars and Time au because I am utterly obsessed <-(said while vibrating with excitement)

Lil bonus pencil sketch under the cut

[bakedbakermom]

they are all things (read on ao3)

post-ep for "all things" // T // 535 words tagging @today-in-fic @ao3feed-msr

Mulder stirs when Scully slips into bed beside him – a pleasant surprise, though not a wholly unexpected one. They’ve been slipping into each others’ beds for a little while now.

[ejunkiet]

I- I may have picked up too many books. i've got a lot of books. sdhjfk

[meownotgood]

Hey, just so you know, the person who plagiarized your work hasn't actually deleted their ao3 but changed it to sugucidal. While looking through my one fic I know they commented on it showed up like that. Figured you'd want to know so you can still block them.

oh wow. the saga continues apparently because every single one of the fics this account has ever posted were stolen from me. like.... I'm not sure what could compel a person to do this....

[cjsees]

writing hardenshipping again send me strength

[moa-broke-me]

hey so I've decided on a title for my WIP, it's Ritual Sacrifice! And I'm trying to get Luke in there as a proper character, not just a cameo, so I'm thinking that, while Nico's living with Sally and Percy, he and Luke work at the same convenience store. What do you think?

this is the one I'm talking about by the way

[muppet-chaos]

SMH I can't believe @hyperfocusedcloneshipper gets all the iterationshipping anon hate when we literally organized an entire fandom event for Mike4Mike ships. Where's the recognition 😔

[steelthroat]

*looking at my history notes*

"Okay so this is 4.7k words long, I usually can read at least 40/50k words of fanfiction a day so I should be able to..."

[pandaimitator]

Step 1: have a really rough day

Step 2: receive high praise comment from new reader on AO3.

Step 3: proceed walking with a skip to your step, and ride that dopamine high until the end of the day.

Edit: forgot about Step 4: read you own fic from the random middle chapter they commented on and marvel: I wrote this?!

[fandomhopper23]

Why are there only 5 fics under the Grayson Hawthorne/Lyra Kane Ao3 Tag??

[tiredtypingtitan]

That moment when you get a Google calendar task notification to update a fanfiction but you discontinued it