#kc writes

[javier-djarin]

Fic Updates

I know it has been a while since I’ve posted a new fic or fic update. @rebelscumlena and I have been working on something new. It isn’t Pedro related. We have found inspiration elsewhere. 🐍

However, we have not forgotten about Son of the Medjai. We have plans to finish the last two chapters. But be on the look out for our new project this summer! It’ll be posted on AO3, but links will be posted here.

[kcloveswrestling]

I just wanted to post this and say, if it’s something that I have written, please go ahead and assume that I wrote it as She/Her pronouns, unless noted that I used They/Them pronouns on it. I’m terrible at writing a male reader and not the best at writing gender neutral readers! I’m so sorry for any inconvenience that this may cause anyone.

I’m also aware that I’m not a great writer and I don’t have many followers or friends on here, but to the people that do interact with me on here, i’m so very thankful and appreciative of you.

[nickelsgirls]

Duff could fuck my shit up and I'd thank him

[metallikca]

Weird, surreal, nostalgic.

These are my memories of training.

Basic training, the stress, trying to fit in and find the few who would like me.

Finding them right at the end, the memories bring me nostalgia now.

Siroky. Lowenstein. Struempf.

Siroky... so easy to laugh and smile, my shining light thru a stressful time. Like a brother, like a best friend.

Lowenstein... so heartfelt, my solace in the flight. Booming laugh and booming voice, determined, strong, guide-on bearer.

Struempf... the person I related to. Being nonbinary, we felt a kinship. We both knew who we were, but it was a fleeting friendship. They haven't texted me since training ended, and that's okay.

I miss them more than anything. I see their lives sometimes on social media, and wonder how they've changed since that time, 6 months ago, when we all were struggling through the training. When we made it.

Technical school, more stress but more freedom. I found people who truly loved and accepted me, I found myself.

Ferraro. Moore. Ramirez. Trevino.

Ferraro... my best friend, my rock, in technical school. He saved me more than he knows. I could go to him at any time, whether it was to sleep on his bed instead of mine, or cry, or vent, or just because I was bored. He was, he is, always there for me.

Moore... My best friend in class. The taller, dude version of me. Brought me a cake for my birthday the Wednesday after we started class, just because he was kind. I was still a stranger then.

Ramirez... I found her a month before I graduated and left. She and Trevino made me feel so comfortable in my own skin, so valid. They never expected me to be a certain way and always called me by the right name. They respected what I preferred, and they are still my best friends.

Trevino... so much energy, so much life, she brought into mine. Always willing to go do something, a good influence and a bad one at the same time, she brought out my bratty side. She is dear to me and always will be.

These people, those memories. They are my world now. When I feel like I'm floundering they are my lifeline. When I see nothing but darkness they are the stars burning to brighten the night for me.

These memories will always be my favourite.

Forming up by Siroky and Lowenstein every day of beast week, getting a fist bump and sharing MREs.

Laughing as Lowenstein flopped over when Struempf and I said shes like a chinchilla.

Lowenstein uncontrollably laughing when her sock stretched super far and she made an involuntary ghost noise, and I laughed so hard I cried.

Eating at the DFAC every day with Ferraro, laughing at his antics, knocking on his door after a stressful day to nap because having him around helped me be calm. Pushing him around on the ice during the snowstorm just because I could. Listening to him talk to his parents in spanish as we walked around. Laughing at him during PT because he was reading an E-book while he stretched.

Marching every day with Moore, laughing in class, studying together, getting starbucks during lunchtime instead of food, having to tell him a million times to shorten his stride because I'm short. Sharing secrets, laughing at him being shy about sex related topics, him laughing at me because I got flustered by a guy in the class below us.

Running around in the rain with Ramirez and Trevino, soaked immediately, laughing as the wind blowed and tried to push us over. Skating around in matching skirts while we listened to music at midnight. Going to the lake and playing in the water, Ramirez helping me calm down when it got too deep for me and I hyperventilated. Seeing them at lunchtime during class days.

I miss them. I miss their presence in my life and their energy, I miss the way they were enthusiastic when they saw me, and that they'd seek me out just because I was someone they liked.

I miss feeling loved.

[nobodyswritings]

"An Ode to Snails"

-kc

[13thdoodle]

There's A Ghost In This House, And It's Not Him

You said love is not supposed to suffocate And its not supposed to drown And I believed you

You said its supposed to be warmth and comfort A dinner table is not a war ground And I believed you

So why are you the one Who lies on the floor bleeding By the hands of those you loved the most?

.

For DP Going Angst Week Day 3 : Family/Friends

[kittencoddler]

Intermission, a poem by me.

Love for life is like that of waves, an ebb and flow that never ends.

When gaining love, you soon lose love itself

A home. A friend. A sense of self.

Like that of a song, chaotic and old

It's conductor no longer here to end it

Thrice it was attempted

Once by a father and leader,

He who wrote the song.

It is through his madness and anger that we are here

Once by a merchant,

Fueled by power and wealth.

He who by his own vices that the song continues

And once by a son,

He who wanted it to end.

To finish the song.

One who lies in brimstone and fire, in the arms of a tormentor

A tyrant keeps the meter going,

The tempo rising and falling and never ending.

One who now sets his eyes on a forth, a child of new beginnings.

A child of old and of new.

[javier-djarin]

I just want to say that I am really loving my reread of Frankie and Elena’s love story. It is so engrossing and well written. I appreciate that you didn’t just push Tom aside like most TF fics do lol

🥺🥺🥺 Thank you so much!!! You have no idea how much this means to me, because their story holds such a special place in my heart. I put a lot of myself in there.

And I feel like Tom does get pushed to the side a lot, and I wanted to make sure he was there He is still part of their squad. Regardless of how he is in TF, he adds another dynamic to their group. Thanks again for reading. I am so so SO happy you're enjoying it AGAIN!

[kcloveswrestling]

Y/N: look after Jay today, he’s going to say the wrong thing to someone, someone being Tama, and get punched.

Hikuleo: sure I’d love to see Jay get punched.

Y/N: try again.

Hikuleo: I will make sure Jay doesn’t get punched.

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@moxleyunstable this is purely for you tbh.

[nickelsgirls]

You silly girl

[nobodyswritings]

"An ode to cicadas"

[13thdoodle]

RET Time : Spider Lilies

I don't think I ever posted this here but back in April I tried to wrote a short ficlet based of an idea @bibliophilea came up with for the RET Time AU because its really neat n i end up writing this but never upload em for some reason askdjaskd

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It doesn’t matter how hard everyone fought them, the trio will always win. And Amity Park will always fall. Such is fate.

It’s the intricate choreographed dance between the three of them. Such grandiose gestures, so extravagant, and yet they moved so flawlessly among themselves. Not one misstep or wrong timing. They knew each other's moves by heart and went along with the flow. Even as they make up the steps, the others would surely follow.

A beautiful three-way tango only those with strong connections could do. The 'power of friendship and love' sounded like a child’s play, yet it was the strength of their bond that let them usurp the throne from Pariah and threw both realms into chaos.

What a stunning performance it was. At the cost of the timeline's fate. But what can one do? Such is life.

Alas, all good things must come to an end, and this one was no exception. Their existences meant a doomed timeline. Even on the off chance that they were defeated, the world was already ruined. Humanity will move on, but the three will not. The world will have to live with that, for better or worse.

That is, unless you have something to say about it.

The Observants had been making preparation behind the curtains. Something that could contain the patrons. It would take their corruption away, but not all. Being tangled and tied up for so long would leave marks on the three of them, even when all the strings were cut off. They would be lost, with no one to guide them, and the guilt would consume them and their future would be bleak.

A rehabilitation for the young ones, you suggested to the Observants. Until they are cured from their corruption. A ‘necessary’ step to prevent the three from enacting revenge towards the ones who stripped them of their powers. The council were inclined to agree, as they did not want to handle the three who were once their monarchs. You will take them under your wings. Offer them your guidance in place of the previous ones. You will extend your hand to the children standing in front of you. Not with malice, but with patience. You know they do not have other choices, but you offer nonetheless.

They will hesitate. But they will take your hand

And so, they will don a new name, to fit their new roles.

Past

Present

Future

But to you, they will be known as

Your Students.

Your Wards.

Your Children.

Your Family.

[kiminicricket]

I’ve written more this year already than I did last year combined... 

[k1tcaliber]

do you think Star likes any human music?

he’d be a fan of classical music, i think. it’d probably be closest to what he listened to in Vos.

[javier-djarin]

Hey, loves!

My life has FINALLY calmed down. I am getting ready to go on a much needed vacation now that Summer is finally here! I am working on a few surprises for you all and will hopefully post one or two of them this week before I leave! I haven't abandoned you or my fics; my life has just been insane these last few weeks. Thanks for sticking it out and staying with me! Love you all!! 💕💕