#lost in the memory fic

[what-am-i-doing-in-this-fandom]

Fic Idea where Fiddleford helps Stan rebuild the portal, but Stan finds out that Fiddleford has a wife and he's like

"You have a WIFE?? That DIDN'T marry you to steal your car and money???? What are you DOING here???"

"Yeah, well.... She's better off thinking I'm dead somewhere....."

"A WIFE. That LOVES you. Get outta here and go explain yourself, Idiot!!"

"She and our son shouldn't have to deal with--"

"YOUR SON???!!?!!??"

Anyways, so Stan helps Fiddleford reach out and explain himself to his wife, but expresses that he wants to keep being in Gravity Falls, so his wife and kid go to live with them in The Shack instead.

Blah blah blah, bonding happens, Stan bags Fiddleford AND his wife and becomes a step dad, God bless 🙏

[demigod-shenanigans]

Thinking about ambrosia not working for Jason Grace in Blood of Olympus because he hasn’t figured out where he belongs and who he wants to be yet. Thinking about him figuring it out, and, before anything else he decides to be, him stating that his home is wherever Piper and Leo are.

Thinking about him taking ambrosia after the Gaia fight, not sure if it will even work. Thinking maybe it’ll be a mix of his favorite foods from CHB and Camp Jupiter, or maybe that it’ll switch.

Thinking about Jason, utterly devastated about what happened to Leo, taking ambrosia for the first time in ages, and it does work, but instead of tasting like any of the foods from either camp it tastes like the tacos Leo made for them on that first mission in the sewer.

[gallaghersgal]

𝐢 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐠𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐫

pairing: lip gallagher x fem!reader

summary: just lip being a cute bf + debbie and ian being little shits

warnings: lowercase on purpose. poorly written tbh. swearing but y’all know how it is. heavily unedited. gen said yolo so i’m posting

A/N: i’ve been on hiatus for god knows how long but my roommate and i started watching shameless and i can’t get this mfer out of my head. things w school and life are hard rn so i just wrote this comfy cozy little thing in my notes app. yolo asf.

wordcount: probably like 500 or less idk i wrote it in my notes app at 1am

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you’re nestled in lip’s arms, high up on his rickety top bunk. somewhere between finishing your nails and kissing until you could barely breathe, you had fallen asleep right against his chest.

you stirred now, your cozy world interrupted a squeaky little voice. “are you in love with her?” debbie questions.

lip shushes his sister, “be quiet, she’s sleeping.”

you were wide awake now, but much too comfortable to move and make that little fact known. plus, you wanted to hear his answer.

“i asked you a question dummy. are you in love with her?”

lip stutters, “i-i dunno. i really like her, okay?”

you’re satisfied with that answer. “in love” was a little too much too quick. but “really like” was something that made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“what d’ya like about her?” ian presses.

you can practically hear the gears turning in lip’s head as his siblings impatiently await a response.

“she’s- i dunno, she’s pretty?” lip replies. you hold back a scowl, annoyed at him for not having a better answer.

“yeah, great rack,” debbie comments.

“jesus, deb!” lip’s head falls back in frustration, one hand coming to cradle your head as not to wake you with the sudden motion.

“cut the shit lip,” ian interrupts. “tell us what you really think.”

you hold your breath as you wait for his response. his lips brush your hairline before he sighs. “she’s sweet, yeah? real kind.”

“a real woman of the people,” ian snorts, “princess diana type.” then “ow!” as you hear debbie shove him.

“and- and she’s real smart, too,” lip continues. “really, really fuckin’ smart. an’ she works hard. she just tires herself out sometimes.”

he strokes your hair gently, pressing a few more fleeting kisses to your forehead.

“you’re so whipped.”

you hear debbie shove her brother again, and this time ian fights back, the two making a ruckus as they push each other back and forth.

“come on guys, out. now.” lip orders his siblings around with that same stern voice you’ve heard plenty of times before.

debbie pouts. “but-“

“no buts. go on, she’s fuckin’ sleepin’ in here an’ you’re gonna wake her up. fuck off.”

“we were just-“

“fuck. off.”

“jesus,” you can practically hear ian roll his eyes. “alright, alright. we’re going.”

debbie yells for fiona as the two shuffle out of the room, not bothering to close the door behind them.

you smirk to yourself as lip groans above you, showing your cards. “you’re awake?”

you peer up at him through your lashes, a smirk planted on your lips that he’s just dying to kiss off. “can’t believe your little sister said i have a great rack,” you whisper.

lip laughs, loud and genuine. “yeah, she’s been stuffing fi’s old training bras. growin’ up an’ shit. i don’t like it.”

you’re quiet for a moment, admiring him. you know how important those kids are to him. he’d do just about anything for them, including the minor crimes you find him tangled up in on a weekly basis. he loves them like they’re his own kids, which honestly they kind of are. they may shove each other around, curse each other out, yell and scream at the top of their lungs, but at the end of the day lip has been more of a father to his siblings than frank ever was.

“you really meant all that?” you ask.

lip looks down at you, his blue eyes soft in the dim light. “yeah. yeah, i did. meant every word.”

you smile, leaning up to place a solid kiss on his lips. “for what it’s worth,” you murmur, “i really like you too.”

[gods-perfect-idiots]

something something blood-soaked hands cradling your face something something

anyway here's the post btw

[nextstopparis]

cant stop thinking abt that merthur fic where they were married but then merlin got amnesia and arthur had to pretend they were just roommates and merlin reread his favourite book but didnt like it anymore. that shit had me STRESSED

[authenticcadence18]

I am CRUING LAUGHING AT THIS

[yaksinhats]

two pieces in one day? I've actually had this one on the queue for a minute because I've been working on this project for AWHILE and am VERY excited to be finally posting it! Me and my wonderful co-author over on AO3 have been working on a durge/astarion fic which you can read here! Chapter one is up, I'll be posting my illustrations for it on tumblr :)

art ft. lobotomy haircut arthur :) next here

[bidisasterevankinard]

Wip Wednesday

do I have the stage where I start new wips but barely write the one's I have because I'm super indecisive and not inspired? yes. let's hope soon I will be fine and work on my wips I want to work on. Anyway meet new wip where bucktommy will have long angst in their relationship because Tommy needs to grief "what ifs" with Sal he never thought about till he sees Sal as Captain of 118 (it's an au where Sal is a captain instead of Gerass)(it's only the start of the fic btw)

thanks to nonny @racerchix21 and this song (the title taken from the song and it's "I tried to go on like I never knew you"

Tommy knows it all should be in the past. In stolen kisses in bars they knew Gerrard and the team would never come too. In usually passionate and wild - almost never tender and sweet - sex. In secrets they shared under sheets, when they both knew that the moment their fabric cover was gone they couldn't talk about those moments of comfort and vulnerability they shared. In breakfast’s Sal made for him and his nonna's lasagna recipe Tommy cooked for the man. In wild dreams Tommy knew could never be a reality. Especially not when Sal changed stations and firstly their meetups were less and less frequent until they stopped after Sal’s wedding. 

And Tommy swears he thought he was over it. Over Sal. Over dreams of the future they could never share. But one look at the man whose appearance barely changed since Tommy last saw him five years ago, staying near 118 trucks the same way he always did, while talking with Chim, and all that got back at him. All the memories of stolen love and painful hope to be happy, proud and loved. Preferably by his “best friend”. By the one of the best men he ever met even if they could be rough with each other or rude or just wrong. Sal always came back with sorry, that Tommy knew was genuine. They were so wrong together, but also so wrongly perfect. So electric. Sal made him feel how almost no one could. Only his first crush Eric from the army, Sal and …

“Hey, handsome, sorry for the delay, Hen needed help to choose a present for Karen,” Evan kissed his cheeks, smiling like thousands of suns.

If Tommy didn’t know and was pretty acquainted with Evan’s quirks and little signs of his fatigue, he would never think the man just ended his 48 hour shift.

“It’s fine, baby.”

Tommy smiles and he hopes his inner turmoil of seeing an old friend is not shown on his face.

“Have you met my new captain yet?”

“No, but I don’t need to.”

Evan adorably tits his head and Tommy wants his heart to be so fast only because of it and the taste of Evan’s lip balm on his cheek, but he swears he can feel the taste of liquor he and Sal were drinking last time they kissed. Right before Sal asked Jennifer out on their first date.

“I worked with Sal. Even more than Chim and Hen,” Tommy says and Evan for a second frowns and then hits his face.

“And they were no less inseparable as you and Eddie,” Chim says, with the loud sound of gum bubbles breaking.

Tommy doesn’t know when he and Sal got closer to them, but he would really happy if they never see that Tommy was there at all. 

“God, of course. In my defense it was so long ago I just haven’t even thought that all three of you were a team.”

“Yeah, I left the station almost a decade ago and it feels like it was in another life, so it’s fine, Buck.” 

Sal smiles at his boyfriend and Tommy wants to make as much room between them as possible. Maybe it will help him to to separate all these feelings of worry and anxiety and love and confusion from the sight of the man he had loved for years, but had never had the opportunity to own his love completely for himself, never feeling that Sal had given him his heart, and a man who he knows is step away from get into his own chest and rip out his heart with all the vessels and give it to Tommy if he just says the word. Sal would never do it even if Tommy would beg

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[lottielovelace]

Seeking a fic that briefly appeared on my dashboard but tragically reloaded before I could actually read it.

It was a GhostXReader textpost about Simon waking up from a coma(?) with memory loss/amnesia and (falsely?) assuming you (reader) are his girlfriend or wife.

I think it had the prompt/summary in blue text and while similar in concept, I don’t think it’s the one by @ maskedbyghost.

If this is ringing any bells (and you have any links) please let me know thank you! It looked really interesting

[starcurtain]

I think my favorite breed of RenHeng is definitely:

Even in the Shackling Prison, Dan Heng had just enough memories of Yingxing to be hopelessly, achingly in love with the man despite never meeting him in his current life, spending years agonizing over the cognitive dissonance of wanting to leave every single shred of his previous incarnation behind but being unable and unwilling to let go of the exquisite gentleness and warmth of that one person--

Only to be told that Blade is Yingxing. That his greatest source of horror and anger is the same person whose calloused fingers nightly trace the line of his cheek in his favorite dream, the one that used to make Dan Heng feel like a treasure, like something worth keeping--

And how, how is it fair that he's still being punished? How deep are the sins of his past that he isn't even allowed to keep the illusion of being wanted? How could Dan Feng take every fleeting glimmer of Yingxing's love and leave Dan Heng with only his hate?

How is he supposed to live, having all these broken, beautiful memories--and still having nothing at all?

[destinysbounty]

I know I have wayyy too many fan projects on my to-do list to warrant adding another one onto the pile (cough cough the 30-minute love triangle video essay), but for years now I've been wanting to do a rewrite/novelization of the Shadow of Ronin video game. Because like, the lore of this game has so many fucked up implications that never get acknowledged - but unlike with most fucked up Ninjago lore, the game is just obscure enough that not as many people are familiar with it enough to facilitate a broader discussion about this stuff. And dammit, I need at least one fic talking about how messed up SoR actually was and if I cannot find it I guess I'll just have to create it.

[bardic-tales]

Title: Lost

Pairing: Bianca (f!OC) / Sephiroth

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 448

Fandom: Final Fantasy VII

Setting: FF VII OG

Warnings: Violence, mental health, body horror, dystopian elements, fear / anxiety, paranoia, toxic relationships, isolation, enviromental destruction

Summary: Bianca and Sephiroth navigate the ruins of a decaying city in search of a remnant of Jenova.

Prompt Filled: Lost

Created for: #SephirothWeek hosted by @week-of-silver-winds

Excerpt:

“I think we already came this way,” the short, raven-haired woman craned her neck up and stared at the buildings towering towards the sky.

“We’re not lost. I know where we’re going.” Sephiroth replied. As he walked beside her, the wind whipped his silver hair around his waist and shoulders.

“I think we already came this way,” the short, raven-haired woman craned her neck up and stared at the buildings towering towards the sky.

Metal and other debris fell from the buildings, crashing around them, and kicked up dirt, dusting her darkened wings. Her feathers fluttered, shaking the crud from her velvet wings.

“We’re not lost. I know where we’re going.” Sephiroth replied. As he walked beside her, the wind whipped his silver hair around his waist and shoulders.

Bianca held back her sarcastic remark. His frustration echoed through the bond that tied them together. Clearly, he knew where they were going, as they passed the same bent street sign three times. He insisted he could feel the remnant of Jenova — a cluster of cells that was hidden away by Shinra.

Sephiroth walked further ahead of her now. His boots crunched over the fallen leaves and crumbled cobblestones in the relentless pursuit of his mother’s cells.

“There’s Pestock Ave again,” Bianca pointed out as they passed the green sign another time. They were going in circles — or so she thought.

Except, this sign did not read Pestock Ave. Rust eroded the first half of the name, but if one really squinted, they could make out the letters: est Prestock Ave.

Once again, Sephiroth marched forward. He held Masamune in his hand with the blade of the ōdachi pointed behind them. The black and silver blade gleamed in the moonlight flowing down on them. “This way.”

Fifteen minutes went by before they stood before a dilapidated building with a blinking green cross. Over the decaying arch, Bianca and Sephiroth could make out the words ‘Evergreen Hospital’.

As they stood before the ruined hospital, Bianca looked towards Sephiroth. Her stomach dropped. She couldn’t go in there. Through the bond that linked both of them through time and space, Bianca had been privy to the suffering Sephiroth had gone through at the hands of Hojo, as well as her own vivisections by the hands of the mad scientific and his assistant, Diana Ravenscroft. She was only alive thanks to her demonic regeneration.

No, she thought. I can’t.

“Come, Bianca.”

“Sephiroth? Are you sure it’s in there?”

He didn’t answer her. Instead, he walked to the entrance. She didn’t want to stay out there by herself. Who knew what types of fiends his presence kept at bay?

As she glanced over and stared at the back of his leather coat, which contoured to his body and stopped at his ankles, Bianca took a deep, steadying breath. He held the door open for her. Despite the anxiety rising in her, she stepped inside.

Still, she wondered if they were still lost.

tagging some fellow mutuals: @themaradwrites @littleshopofchaos @serenofroses @megandaisy9 @watermeezer

@nightingaleflow @seastarblue @prehistoric-creatures @creativechaosqueen

@chickensarentcheap

[bbcphile]

WIP Wednesday (MLC amnesia fic edition)

Happy Wednesday! I'm taking one more week off sharing excerpts of my long fic to share bits from the amnesia/discovering mind control bug fic! (It's finally all drafted and will hopefully be posted on AO3 soon!) Enjoy! (You can find the previous excerpt here.)

“A-Fei,” Li Lianhua murmured, his voice shaky as though it had been drawn from a-Fei’s own lungs. His pupils dilated as his gaze slid to his waistband, then trailed a burning path from a-Fei’s navel to his throat, before fixing on his lips. “This isn’t–” He swallowed, his finger twitching against the band of a-Fei’s pants. “You don’t remember all the reasons we shouldn’t.”

That was all the answer he needed. “I don’t care,” a-Fei said, lurching forward to cup Li Lianhua’s face with his hand. “Neither should you.”

For an instant, Li Lianhua leaned into the touch, his eyes falling closed, and his head tipping back with a shuddering exhale.

Then he pulled away, lowering a-Fei’s hand with him. “I can’t. I can’t, a-Fei.”

This didn’t make any sense. He obviously wanted to. What was stopping him?

Oh. Of course. “Is there someone else? Fang Duobing?”

Li Lianhua’s eyes bulged. “What?”

It didn’t take long to come to a decision. “I don’t mind sharing,” he said with a nod.

Li Lianhua flushed. “Why would you–it’s not–he’s my–” he spluttered helplessly, before abandoning any attempt at an excuse and hitting him on the arm instead. “Don’t be ridiculous. And anyway, I’ve seen your so-called sharing at dinner. No thanks.”

A-Fei crossed his arms over his chest. “You’re not a chicken leg. And that wasn’t sharing. I know the difference.” He couldn’t exactly remember sharing things in the past, but he couldn’t remember most things at the moment, so that didn’t have to mean anything. And regardless, it was just another skill to master. He could do it.

Li Lianhua was worth it.

[legendofzeldasilentprincess]

after knowing the whole story of Breath of the Wild and Tears of the Kingdom, I still can't believe Nintendo really went for the Princess and the Knight trope

[teecupangel]

Don't know if you know anything about Sky: Children of the Light (that sky game) but imagine if all of Desmond's ancestors ended up reincarnating in that world?

Yes, that means Desmond meeting Altaïr and Haytham and Ratonhnhaké:ton and Ezio and all of them

That also means the assassins flying into walls for the first several hours

Be funny if they ran into Malik by hearing him yell "NOVICE" out of nowhere after Altaïr runs into a wall

It’s a chill game so I have a feeling Desmond would believe they’re in heaven.

Hell, all of them probably believe that since they remember how they died.

So this would be a more on the relaxing side of ‘plot’.

Then again…

They have Jacob Frye and he certainly has questions on how they fly.

Questions that can only be answered by ‘experimenting’.

Malik always knew something was going to happen whenever he sees Altaïr with Jacob as Jacob had ideas and Altaïr believed that ideas should be considered.

No.

That was just his favorite excuse.

Altaïr had the habit of ignoring safety if it meant he would find an answer to a question he or someone else posed.

Especially when it became clear that they were more or less indestructible in this place.

“Novice!” Malik shouted in an effort to stop him but Altaïr had long held a stance of “I can say I didn’t hear Malik and bullshit my way out of it” whenever he knew Malik would not agree to what he was doing.

It was bad enough they had managed to rope Arno into their experiments.

It was worse how Malik seemed to be the only one who dared to stop Altaïr.

Evie would try to stop her brother but, after he had gotten Altaïr’s support, she had looked the other way, unable to raise her voice against one of the legends of their Brotherhood.

Ezio did not join but he just laughed, believing Altaïr knew his limits.

That man?

Knowing his limits?

The only thing he knew about limits was that there will always be the possibility of breaking them.

Desmond was the worst offender though.

The only thing stopping Desmond from joining Altaïr and Jacob (and now their poor recruit Arno) was that he was always around other people who would say no in his stead.

Because the last time Desmond joined this experiments, Desmond’s knowledge had propelled them to the highest of heights…

To the very edge of where oxygen stayed.

It was a very stressful day for everyone. No one even knew how Desmond had done it but everyone knew that, as much as Jacob brought inspiration to Altaïr…

Desmond was the one who pushed it far beyond the limits.

So yes.

This heaven (or wherever this is) can be quite stressful for Malik.

[yashley]

"She's so charmin', y'know! She's just so--"