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Hello, and welcome to my blog (the Lazy Daisy)!
You can call me GD, or 'that guy who will literally talk your ears out about BBC Merlin'.
My pronouns are he/him, they/them, and if you don't support queer spaces, or if you're transphobic, homophobic, anti-semitic, a zionist, racist or sexist, you can not so kindly fuck off, scroll away.
I make crack posts, analysis, theories, GIFs and prompts. I'm a fanfic writer, who works on BBC Merlin (Merthur centred) and you can find me on Ao3, GDN7!
My top work is done and revised and you could take a look at it by clicking here:
"The Once and Future King has made his return (and it was about time)".
Summary:
When unexpectedly, Camelot returned to the present world, Merlin is left with the responsibilities of the Old Kingdom all over again, without any clue on how to begin the search to untangle the entire mess that has been happening. "Arthur Pendragon was beautiful. It was a fact, rather than an opinion. Many people in his life had shown him, told him, that he was superbly elegant, a prince. A regent, a king. He had the respect, the intelligence to rule a kingdom, the patience to listen to his counsellors, the trust of his people. Camelot would have been nothing without him and the moment she had lost her king, she fell at her feet, as everyone else who had ever served her, served him, worked and fought for him. He had the quality of a true and just man, and for that, his beauty was to be excepted. Yet, Merlin saw more than that, while he watched his king sleep."
If you'd like to give a feedback, either here on Ao3, or to ask me questions of any kind, you'd make my day.
I'm currently working on my other WIP, and you can find it here:
"What he never had, he finally found."
Summary:
When two idiots, who work in the same unfortunate university, happen to be in the same place, at the same time, but for different reasons, both their lives change for the worse (or the better).
Give it some love :D!
But if you'd like something lighter, I also wrote a one-shot fic related to my post here!
"Arthur's rules on hairstyle (and how Merlin couldn't care less about them)"
Summary:
One of Merlin’s main duties is to brush Arthur’s hair in the morning. They both pretend it’s not something they enjoy.
And another one related to the scene in season five, episode one, where Arthur and Merlin get caught in the trap:
"I'm so glad we got stuck"
Summary:
When Arthur and Merlin get caught in the trap in the first episode of season five, how do they spend the cold night, knowing that Arthur had actually seen Merlin doing magic to defeat the Saxons, who had followed them during Morgana’s attack?
Enjoy, and have a great day!
#make sure to check the tags on my fics#and the ratings#i made this post so that if anyone wants to check out my stuff and what i write#is way easier#merthur#bbc merlin#merlin#arthur pendragon#merlin bbc#ao3#merlin fanfic#ao3 fanfic
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☆ even the gods bleed [ pt 4 ]
{☆} characters arlecchino, furina, lyney {☆} notes cult au, imposter au, multi-chapter, gender neutral reader {☆} warnings blood {☆} word count 3.7k {☆} previous [ 1 ] [ 2 ] [ 3 ]
Fontaine was bathed in darkness, not even the moon daring to illuminate where the common man fears to walk. The streets were bleak and empty save for the constant, rhythmic ticking and clanking of machines marching on endlessly, dauntlessly wading where even the bravest dared not to venture. Not even the sharp click of the Gardes boots followed the occasional hisses of steam as they walked the barren streets.
It was haunting, and it'd been like that for days now. It showed little signs of stalling in the slightest, too. Every inch of Fontaine was practically crawling with Gardemeks– like a swarm of rats skittering about.
Arlecchino had secluded herself in the Hotel Bouffes d'ete for days at this point, waiting– biding her time. Her nails clicked against the wood as she tapped at the table in a stilted rhythm, the subtle click of the clock mixing into the clanking outside, weaving in and out of earshot as the patrols slipped by. She reached forward after a moment of thought, reaching for the white king.
She leaned back against the chaise, tilting her head just enough to catch a glimpse of a patrol of Gardemeks as they vanished behind the rows and rows of buildings. It wasn't enough to keep her attention for long, however, her features twisting in disinterest as she glanced back to the chessboard– and the letter neatly resting beside it. The seal was unmistakable and a sobering sight, demanding her attention– the soft hues of blue etched into the shape of a dragon stared back at her in a way that almost unsettled her.
She had already parsed through it's contents hundreds of times, but she was met with only vague, flowing script that only served to irritate her more then anything– it filled the page top to bottom yet managed to say nothing at all. Her hand reached out again, but instead of reaching for the letter she plucked the black rook from the board, setting it down with a soft click.
Arlecchino had all the time in the world to sit back and observe her prey, but all that time would be useless if she lacked the information to act.
And he was quite tight fisted about it, evidentially. None of her inquiries or attempts to decipher any potential codes in the letter left her empty handed. She could not act without even knowing the reason for his summons– it was almost worded like a personal affair rather then one would expect for a foreign diplomat. In truth, she'd expected a scalding report on her operatives, but it lacked any mention of anything of the sort.
She was no stranger to people masking hostility behind pretty words and compliments, not that it was ever unwarranted per se– the Fatui did not create connections through honesty and genuine kindness. They have strong armed more then their fair share of people into cooperation to the point distrust is all the Fatui are met with outside of Snezhnaya. Every word was meant to conceal the deceit, every action meant to conceal the price later paid.
So she had been..skeptical of the letter, to put it lightly. She doubted the Iudex of all people would offer a hand to the Fatui without a price attached– a trap, perhaps, meant to lure in the most powerful piece left on the board. Her eyes narrowed, reaching for a white rook and moving it to the right.
Or he was hiding something. Something that he simply couldn't risk getting out to anyone, not even the Divine themself. A tempting prize, whatever it was.
..A dangerous prize, too.
She'd considered burning the letter and forgetting it all together– the risk was great, and she couldn't risk getting caught up by whoever else the Iudex may have on his side of the board. But she could hardly pass up the challenge and the prize that he fought so hard to keep from prying eyes and ears. Even her agents came back empty handed each time. She lazily picked up a black rook, sliding the white pawn aside.
"Lyney," Arlecchino drawled, crossing one leg over the other and turning her gaze to the door as it slowly creaked open. The pale visage of Lyney stepped through, though his siblings were noticeably absent. The weariness that weighed down on his shoulders was apparent in the slightest furrow of his brows and the subtle creak of leather as he clenched his fists behind his back. "Father." He choked out, the title dragged out by the sharp inhale and shaky exhale.
He looked out of breath, she noted.
The silence that lingered after the small exchange was punctuated only by the click of another chess piece being moved. She sets aside the black rook, letting it sit among the dozen other pieces that had been wiped off the board. She can see the conviction glinting beneath the fog of exhaustion, but if he would utilize it was another matter all together.
He had seemed to make his choice quickly, at the very least.
"Our contacts and operatives within the Fortress of Meropide have gone silent– all we have is their final confirmed missive.." His voice is confident, but it is rigid as the words spill from his lips. He takes a sharp step forward, unfolding his arms from behind his back and opening his hands– the small, water stained and messily folded note catches her eye, plucking it from his palms with a half hearted interest. "They believe the Duke left the Fortress of Meropide..and that he may be coming to the Court of Fontaine."
Her eyes narrow dangerously, nearly crumpling the thin paper in her hands– yet just as quickly, she collects herself.
But she cannot get rid of the bitter taste on her tongue, lingering as she sets down the note and slides it to the side, her lips pursed into a thin line.
So the Iudex had shown one of his pieces..she tightly grasps a black rook, tipping over the white rook, letting it roll against the board.
If the Duke was involved, things were much more complicated then she expected– he would be a problem, she was certain. She couldn't blame the lamb for fearing the wolf, either. Whether her agents had been killed or captured by the man mattered little. He had his ways, and he was a force that could instill fear in even them.
Which meant the possibility that her operation was already compromised was far too real.
What had the Iudex so concerned he had gone through the trouble of bringing in the Duke and herself? The Fatui was one thing, but to specifically request one of it's Harbingers..
The Prophecy? The thought had her clenching her fist, but..no. If it were to rear it's head now, the Iudex could simply not afford to waste time on his contacts deciphering his nonsensical script– If the prophecy were to be the issue, there time would be limited to mere minutes in the worst of cases. Which meant it was worth biding his time in order to ensure absolute secrecy.
So if not the prophecy, then what?
Her next moves were..limited. She was already walking on eggshells considering her position and the reputations of the Fatui– especially with a Harbinger in the midst. If they caught wind of her operations, they'd weed out her operatives and be on guards for any snakes that lingered in their garden.
She reached for the chessboard again, picking up one of the white rooks from the board with a scowl. The sharp click as she sets down the white rook and sets aside the black pawn draws a shaky inhale from Lyney as she moves another black pawn, the dull click of the pieces drowning out the distant clinking of machines.
..A draw, perhaps.
The pieces were all falling into place– the players of this game were slowly being revealed. Whether she could secure her victory..she was unsure.
She wasn't even sure who her opponent was. Only that the Iudex himself was but another piece in their game.
Arlecchino reached for the board again, yet this time she hesitated. Perhaps she could still swipe the win from beneath them, if she played her cards right.
She would simply have to capture the king– or, if need be, let it end on a draw. Either way, she would not concede. She could not afford to concede. Down to the last piece, she would drag out this match until she was in a position to force their hand into the outcome she desired.
She stood slowly, picking up the king piece and observing it for only the briefest of moments before she set it down on the table, taking measured steps around the table and across the room. She was hunting a much more dangerous quarry today– it would be no simple runaway traitor this time.
"Do you remember the directive?" She inquired coldly, her hand lingering on the door for that long, tense moment. "..Yes, Father." Lyney faltered, taking a hesitant step back and bowing at the waist. "Then do not stray."
All that was left was the silence and click of the door shutting behind her as she disappeared down the hall, her boots clicking harshly against the floorboards. The rest of the agents knew better then to linger in her path as she stepped down into the lobby, adjusting the cuffs of her sleeves. She barely even acknowledged the Fatui agent standing at the ready by the heavyset doors, their gloves hands held out with her cloak held loosely in their palms. She quickly snagged it from them, tugging it over her board shoulders and clasping it around her throat.
With a quick tug, she brought the hood up over her head to conceal her sharp features, lifting her hand and placing a neatly folded note within their waiting hands. She had only one chance to make the right moves and secure her victory– no matter the cost.
Each piece had it's purpose.
Oft, that purpose was a bloody and horrible end– but for the grand goal of the Fatui built on the backs of the dead, it was an honor.
She didn't bother speaking a word as she dismissed them with a wave of her hand, pushing open the heavyset doors and stepping out into the barren, damp streets. The rhythmic clink and whir of Gardemeks was still distant– she needed to move. Her boots clicked and splashed in the rain soaked stone of the streets as she slithered between the buildings, ducking through the openings in the patrols.
It was almost too easy.
She tilted her head back, taking in the towering Palais Mermonia with a scowl, her hands clenched into fists. The final moves were being played– the king was within her reach, yet she felt no more confident then when she began.
The air carried a sense of unease, thick and heavy, filling her lungs until she felt her breath still in her chest– listening to the empty, bleak night that seemed so..quiet.
She'd done her fair share of research, had more then her fair share of her agents try to peer into the Iudex's office or the Archon's supposedly hidden chambers, but every attempt was a failure. She had to give them credit, they were quite elusive when they wished to be. Though now she only thought about it bitterly– this was all a risky gamble, in the end, and only time would tell if it paid off.
With minimal effort, she'd managed to pull herself to the flat, tiled roof, eyeing the massive tower peaking out of the center cautiously. At least here the wandering patrols down below weren't likely to notice her..she could hear them passing by the spot she'd been in only a few minutes ago, just beneath her. She pulled the hood further over her face, peering through the sheer darkness of the night for any oddities, but it was almost impossible to see in the dark.
Her boots clicked softly against the tiles as she approached the tower jutting out from the Palais, her hand gliding along the smooth stone, pressing against odd indents or crevices. If it was for the Archon's chambers, she doubted they made it very difficult– she'd only met the woman once, but she doubted the Iudex make it all that complex just from a brief glance. And it surprised her little when one of the stones sunk into the wall, gears whirring as the walls split open to reveal a stairwell straight into an inky black hall. Only the barest hint of light peaked under the door at the bottom, but it's occupants must have heard her, considering it went out not a moment later.
She cautiously stepped down into the small crevice, her breath visible in the bitter cold air– her shoulders tensed at the subtle sound of muffled footsteps behind the door, her vision flaring with a molten heat between her shoulder blades as she reached for the worn handle of the door. The heat of her vision was enough to just barely heat the metal, her vision flaring like a quickly building inferno.
Arlecchino was prepared for a fight, if it came down to it.
The door creaked as she pressed against it, shoving it open with a grunt of effort and surveying the room with narrowed eyes and a biting remark on the tip of her tongue– the lavish opulence was expected, she supposed, but the lack of the towering figure of the Iudex was not.
Yet before she could get a word in or even take in her surroundings properly, the light flickered back on and she had to squeeze her eyes shut with a hiss at the sudden brightness. She could hear the door being shoved closed behind her, the hurried footsteps retreating just as quickly as her eyes adjusted to the light.
..This was a joke, wasn't it? It had to be.
She'd expected the Iudex, perhaps even the Duke if she'd been unlucky, not the Hydro Archon. She had half the mind to test her worth as an Archon then and there, her temper flaring like an uncontrollable blaze, barely kept at bay. It took all her self control to force herself to smile politely at the woman rather then snarl.
"Miss Furina," She sneered beneath her hood, x shaped pupils locked onto the startled, trembling Archon with thinly veiled contempt. "What a..pleasant surprise. You'll have to forgive my manners, I assumed I was meeting with the Iudex." She observed her body language carefully– the way her eyes darted about like a frightened rabbit seeking escape, the slightest tremble of her lips..
Arlecchino opened her mouth to offer another scathing remark, but her jaw audibly clicked shut as her entire body seemed to lock up. Even her vision went cold against her back, a chilling feeling creeping up her spine as someone, or something, crept up behind her. Their footsteps were almost silent, the slight rustling of their clothes the only thing she could hear over her heart pounding against her ribcage.
Arlecchino had always prided herself on being on the other end of that sensation– she was the monster, and her target was the prey frozen like a deer between the hunters crosshair.
It was a chilling feeling to have the dynamic shifted on it's head.
She couldn't even swallow, her jaw clenched so hard she could hear it creak as she tried to reason with her quickly splintering mind– a futile effort, her joints locking up almost painfully. Black spots were quickly swallowing her vision from the lack of air in her lungs, the sound of shuffling behind her barely audible over the ringing in her ears.
For a moment – a moment too long to have only lasted the seconds that it did, yet so quick it gave her whiplash – she thought she would hit the floor dead before she could even glimpse her assailant.
And then it was gone. She came crashing back into reality with a startled inhale, her lungs burning and her knees nearly buckling under her. The instinct to lash out and kill whoever had done it was intense, yet she couldn't bring herself to move even a finger– it would be so easy to twist around and ignite them with searing flames, but her feet were rooted in place.
She almost didn't notice the surprisingly gentle hands unclasping her cloak, tugging it off her shoulders, if not for the sheer intensity of the presence still lingering behind her. Her mind was still fractured, struggling to right itself after the ordeal, and it had her seething.
"..Are you certain you held back enough?" Furina croaked, the normally soft lilt raspy and almost hoarse. "Not– not that I doubt your capability, most Divine!"
Arlecchino felt her nails dig harshly into her palms, heat swelling beneath her skin– Divine? Had she lost her mind? The Divine was..
The Divine was upon their throne where they belonged. She'd seen them!
"Hm. Well, maybe? Sorry, I didn't think it'd affect you too." Their voice was sickeningly soft as they stepped around her like she wasn't even there, focusing their attention on the Archon who seemed more then delighted about it. "What gave you that impression, most Divine? Aha, I..was completely unaffected, as you can see! Perfectly fine."
Furina let out a small squeak when they pinched her cheek, but the almost affectionate smile that tugged at their lips revealed the lack of malice behind the action.
"You're a bad liar, Furina. You might want to sit down..please?" They didn't take her protests for an answer, gently pushing her to sit on the bed before abruptly turning to face Arlecchino once more, a forced smile on their lips. "Oh, good, you're..uh, not dead. That's good. I thought I fried your brain. Sorry?"
..Had she hit her head on the way here? The Divine should still be on their throne, yet she couldn't shake the weight of their stare– it felt tangible. She felt like she was standing face to face with the stars– galaxies and constellations bearing down upon her.
She grit her teeth and clenched her hands until she felt the sting of her nails against her palms, grounding herself in the pain through the sheer overwhelming nature of their existence.
"You.." She croaks, reaching out with a shaky hand and grabbing them by the collar of their shirt, lifting them up until their feet left the floor– she pays no mind to the startled protests of the Archon. Arlecchino would crush her like a bug before she even got the chance to intervene and they both knew it. "You shouldn't exist– you aren't them, and yet you..you're the imposter, aren't you?" Her grip tightens yet they face her without an ounce of fear, meeting her unyielding glare with a pondering look.
Arlecchino wanted to make them bleed just to see if she could, the urge to sink her teeth into skin welling up in her chest to the point she visibly snarled, her mask of politeness long . "You're the imposter." Her expression falls for a moment before she schools it into one of apathy, setting them back down and holding them there for a moment, finally releasing them after a tense moment. "Or you were supposed to be."
Hers brows furrow– she wants to demand answers, to throttle them for damning them to being nothing more then dolls for the supposed Divine to break at their whim, but none of the words come to her.
"..Why now? The current Divine has been in power for years, yet you descend now?" Her shoulders tensed, lips pursed into a thin line– it's impossible to ignore the truth that lay before her. The Divine is a fraud and this..imposter is the true Divine. How many years had they been in power, now? How many years were they waiting? Why did they wait? Was the suffering of Teyvat not enough? Was the blood that painted the steps of their stolen throne not enough?
She'd personally been on the wrong end of the Divine's wrath– she wonders..had they watched? Had they seen the cruel hand of their imposter and turned their back on Teyvat?
"I.." They hesitated. It made her seethe, her hands clenching into fists at her sides– her vision flickered, flames swelling within it's casing just to be smothered by the presence of the Divine. But once that spark had been lit, she refused to let it go out. "I didn't know."
The answer does not satisfy her. There is an itch beneath her skin that she cannot scratch, a fire that burns in her chest so hot it scorches even herself.
"And what about now? Are you content to cower like prey in the safety of the Palais Mermonia?" She snapped, taking a step forward, her brows furrowed and her glare intense– she can see the slightest bit of worry in their eyes. She revels in it. "Will you let them use your acolytes like pawns? How many more need to be broken on the steps to your throne before you act?"
Again, her vision flares and dims– it refuses to be used against the Divine that created it.
"Have you no answer?"
The room is silent. They do not speak and neither does she.
Even the world itself seems to quiet in the face of her accusations, fury boiling to the surface so hot it incinerated all it touched.
"I will kill them myself."
Their words are quiet, but they are not soft– there is a vindictive, searing anger that explodes out like dying stars within their eyes. The sight of constellations replaced by a void that would not be . The smell of ichor grows stronger– to the point she feels almost lightheaded.
"..I am aware that I have failed in preventing this, but I had no choice in the matter. Still," They muse, their voice like the tolling of bells. A solemn melody that stills the swelling fury burning in her chest, if only for a moment. "I will rectify it– I will tear down their throne of lies and let not even the earth tarnish itself by burying their corpse among it's soil."
They pause for a moment, holding out their hand– scarred and bandaged by the weapons of the devout, yet still they take upon the burden of dirtying their hands to save those who did not save them.
"Do you trust me, Arlecchino?"
Did she?
"Will you help me?"
She exhales heavily, meeting the starry iris' of the Divine with a scowl still tugging at her lips. Arlecchino trusted no one but herself.
"..Yes."
#sagau#genshin sagau#self aware genshin#genshin impact sagau#self aware genshin impact#fic tag#imposter au#genshin cult au#genshin impact cult au#arlecchino#lyney#furina#you do NOT wanna know what i got put thru writing this fic#trying 2 find out where arle was in the few times we DO see her and going down a rabbit hole of fuck fontaine and its layout actually!#I spent like 3 hours looking it up and checking in game it gives me a migraine thinking abt it. ew#anyway trying to write a really smart character is surprisingly difficult when ur as dumb as rocks#also used an actual chess match for this and gave myself an even worse migraine trying 2 make sure i didnt repeat moves or smth#furina doesnt get a spotlight yet just imagine her sitting in the corner trembling like a wet kitten you found on the side of the road#arlecchino goes thru a crisis more at 11#shes a tired single dad shes isnt getting paid enough for this okay#hands u a fic over half the length of the other THREE PARTS#ehe :]#is arle actually on ur side??? is she gonna double cross u???? who knows!!!!!#shes unpredictable she might stab u for funsies#anyway im gonna go nap in a ditch now this took SO LONGGGGG OH MY G-D#also just think acolytes who arent buddy buddy w reader and even resent them is so tasty#bc how r they supposed 2 know reader was a human vibing 5 minutes before their got eebied 2 teyvat..#reader gotta roll up their sleeves and get 2 WORK sometimes murder IS okay#they gotta fix some shit around here and that means committing several crimes all at once. sometimes more#a group can be g-d (just got here) their dragon (neuvi) their cat (archon) their dog (wrio) and their wolf (arle)
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I need you to make a list of your chaipunk recs you have awesome taste (include your own plssss)
here are some of my favorites !!
hurt/comfort:
imagine being loved by me by LiterallyThePresident
Niṣkalaṃka by Hydranomago
Hey, Lover by melandrops
Eighty Over Fifty by cantijuststayhere
Ambit by Hydranomago
Stardust by maybeebee (Ongoing)
fluff:
Between Two Lungs by LiterallyThePresident
i love to love you by peelingfruits
Candy Challenges by NeuroticErotic
chal chalein pyar mein hum by solivaganteros
angst:
Shades of Red by Chaos_and_Sparkles
don’t belong here by solivaganteros
If not for you (I couldn’t get off this floor) by melandrops
Blood, Chai and Flower Petals by redacteds_works
Glaikit by Hydranomago
Eclipse by melandrops
#check them out!! but make sure to read the tags#ik u said to include my own but I only have one other goldenpunk fic (not including kismat)#if u wanna check it out its on my ao3 <3#ANYWAY THESE FICS ARE AMAZING GIVE THEM SOME LOVE#obviously couldn't fit every fic i enjoyed but i like these ones alot#ask#chaipunk#goldenpunk#atsv
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Have you found any cool things in the troll hunters tag recently
Oh yeah plenty, any interesting things I see in the Trollhunters tag I rb here, it just may take a while for it to show up on my blog due to my chaotic queuing process ✌
You can check my trollhunters tag for all the trollhunters stuff I rb
#I haven't checked it in a few days since I work the weekends but I try to check it at least once a week nowadays#if I like something I'll put it on my blog it'll just take a bit to show up in the line#trollhunters#<- check this tag for cool art and the occasional fic#you can't also check these tags for other toa stuff ->#3below#toa wizards#tales of arcadia#I make sure to tag all the fandom junk on this blog#asks
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i can’t read any fics after i read yours, PLEASE for the love of god send me some fic recs
whaaaat? no nonnie there’s so many incredible ones out there that i couldn’t even compare to!!! please
the “yes” policy by @pinkrelish, old heart by @myosotisa, BELONG BY @abibliophobiaa (fake husband steve my beloved), TD&TC by @blueywrites (i still gotta catch up on this one </3), honey i’m home by @trashmouth-richie, the doctor!reader and firefighter!eddie lil imagine series by @dearest-readers !!, and also i know @luveline has been dropping/talking more about zombie au steve and then if it barks!!!! im missing so many probably but these are off the top of my head. also, you should catch up on @upsidedownwithsteve’s camp steve for that sequel coming out (especially if you’re a swiftie like me haha) AND camp eddie if you haven’t read that one as well!!! we love camp upside down in this household <3
i really need to make a weekly “what i’m reading”, don’t i?
#i’ll make that weekly thing eventually#ive talked about it a lot#thank u ily#i surely have missed so many#just check out my fic rec tag haha it’s the easiest#fic rec#<- it’s full of the best bedtime stories a gal could ask for
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You know that time in the comics when the Doctor is so depressed, he shuts off the lights, turns on an interrogation spotlight, locks himself in the console room, and argues with a bunch of judgmental shadow-figures resembling his past incarnations?
And all the TARDIS' lights go out and her interior becomes a maze to keep his companions out of the console room, all from her psychic connection with the Doctor (“moodbleed”)?
And his companions are left wandering in circles for two days as the air goes “stale,” not knowing where he is but thinking the worst, while he hallucinates in a dark room?
...because I'm thinking again about the times this definitely happened when he was with the Ponds.
#when they find him- Rory (one good nurse™) asks neutral questions to check on his emotional state while respecting his space#Amy knows when he's locked himself alone long enough to call River (fortunately Amy talks to her daughter often)#River can calm the tardis and go directly to the Doctor. she sits with him and nods when he rants. she tells him hes loved.#eleventh doctor#11th doctor#doctor who#words by seaweed#(eleventh) doctor is neurodivergent tag#honestly same. I don't want anyone looking at me when im in that way because eyes are very uncomfortable lasers slicing my thoughts#so river doesn't look at him. she looks away and lets him look at her so he knows she's not looking at him. she also does active listening#the shadow-figures in this comic are beyond psychosis coded#emphasis: it isnt presented like some conference of past selves here (which the doctor can't just do anyway- see Power of the Doctor).#and the shadow figures dont have personalities anyway. the way theyre drawn is VERY psychosis coded (as is 11 this whole Si Spurrier run)#this is from Eleventh Doctor Year 2 Issue 3 (set between A Christmas Carol and The Impossible Astronaut) if anyone's wondering#note that he put on his comfort fez I love him#alice obiefune#poor Alice got drove up the wall from wandering in the dark for two days… I think Amy and Rory get to get used to it if they're together#eventually they work out a plan to calm the tardis enough to show them the comfy spot in the bunkbeds to wait and give him space#he joins them in their bunkbed for platonic snuggles. all in the same bunk. Rory doesnt mind. they make sure the doctor knows hes loved <3#I think- having been percieved as psychotic growing up- Amy would be conscious about making sure the doctor knows she still adores him#I really want this fic to exist
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wrote this weird post-game stuck-in-the-megamycete wintersberg fic for spring_renewal! absolutely had to bust my ass to finish in time (only had two days orz) but i finished it!
Title: let the bindweed grow Fandom: RE8 Pairing: Ethan Winters/Karl Heisenberg Rating: Mature Excerpt:
it feels like he’s getting closer, like if he could just circle down the right path the right way, he could find the way out; he’ll know who he is and where he is and he’ll finally, finally, shake the cold
#my fic#wintersberg#make sure u check the tags on this one btw#the Brain Curse that resulted from this is that now i just want to do a longer version rip#also check out spring_renewal if ur wanting some writing/art prompts! it runs thru april#i'd say guess which ones i submitted but mine is the only resident evil prompt lol
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re last answer: please don't stop, being very unhinged about these two pretty white boys is helping distract me from the sharks losing streak rn so bring it on
https://www.tumblr.com/bondedpairs/764566430180147200?source=share
(sideblog woes but there's the link for you) anyway in the vid they talk about going over to each other's houses to have dinner and things and while that is a delicious example of their codependence i love it bc through an rpf lens there is definitely some old man ******* going on. they can have the dilfs and each other.
(someone else mentioned kept boys which i could write an essay on but i fear being Perceived™️)
anyway if you have anything to add to this please do, if not ignore me and i will hide under a rock until the stress-related insanity has worn off and i am a functioning member of society once more 😂
- @bondedpairs
ty for the video!!! and please, WRITE THE KEPT BOYS ESSAYYYY i promise i will read it with my hands over my eyes if you don’t want to be perceived. do it scared!! do it anyway!! we’ll all love you for it!!!
#like. i don’t know how to explain how narratively aware will smith is to me. he knows he’s being put into the codependent rookies arc.#he’s aware that zeev buium transforms into a dog. he knows that he and mack aren’t getting together because mack’s gotta work it out first.#& in a less unhinged way i simply mean that will smith has an air of both self-conscious thought & projection i think is maybe fascinating.#but not in a way in which i actually know this or think that he thinks about himself and how he comes across. he just Is Something ????#the best way i can explain is one of my alltime favorite fics i use it like a shorthand citation bc i love it so much but catchascatchcan’s#many worlds universe but specifically the second tk/pat story second person you the ouroboros spits out its tale nolan walks off screen.#like that is the kind of narrative awareness i am trying to explain that no matter where i put him will smith knows he’s inside a story but#not in a way where he’s trying to do anything to it. he’s just present there. this makes no sense to me either please understand#liv in the replies#bondedpairs#happy to have brought you something in your times of woe!!! also hope things get a little less stressful for you!! <3#we’re 2gether p much 24/7” no go on i say in my nature documentary voice. watching them like bugs under a rock rn observing from a distance#this DID get me to actually watch the video. agreed with puckpocketed saying rich text and ur tags like. YES the daddy issues popped out.#just wants to make sure he’s having fun!! checking up!! mack the prime irritance in will’s life!! foisted off on one another w/ no choice#it’s like when your parents are friends so then you have to be friends with their kids in a way and then also like. you’re the only kids#close in age to each other but they’re NOT but it is definitely not like. i would choose you for any lifetime it is very will smith hockey#(once again) very aware he has to wait for mack to settle down. like now that i’m saying this i DO want clairvoyant will smith which is not#where it goes in the first half but just in the sense of like. those silly posts that are like ‘invested early in stock!’ & it’s a picture#of braden holtby & his beautiful bisexual wife brandi back when holts was a hipster who wore skinny scarves & now everyone thinks he’s sooo#like that but it’s will smith saying my god you are insufferable but you’ll be fantastic in five years. get in the fucking car.#(yes i am drawing extensively from the one picture where will has COMPLETELY tuned him out (there is a football reasoning reference here?#with the patriots? neonfretra drew this also but it was a tweet about the teams. there’s layers to this here ANYWAY) we’re building a life#i realize after the fact i addressed neither the dilf (gilf?) fucking here nor the content of the actual video & polycules to which i say:#brain scrampled egg. the burnsie/joe/patty/(pavs???) polycule just exists to me and the kids intersect the venn diagram but in a much#smaller portion than they intersect each other in both ways (will/mack joe/the guys)#also as for the content of the video. you’re gonna have to give me at LEAST (how long did it take me until i actually started posting tzjd?#i hate that this is my metric but it really was like. i see everyone yelling about them & i’m like ok. [please ignore the irrational hatred#i have for tz at the time it has to do with moritz seider and also whenever i see him on the ice something awakens in kill mode] and i DO#blame tzjd for my 800 drafts and it took me like. a good while before i finally went OH kay. i see it. okay i can get invested. horizon at#a 45 degree angle moon in the late waxing gibbous winds scented of orange & blowing S by SW from the vortex cycle etc etc ass conditions)
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It's actually insane how much Twilight was the blueprint for my fixation on Jon. Tired stressed out academic who I want to ship w/ everyone (except their canon love interest) and who I needed to see suffering and struggling and who I was literally constantly biased for regardless of circumstances. They are truly the Characters of all time to me.
#out of my mlp phase so i'm not as obsessed w/ her but she'll always be a Special Little Guy to me#the rest of the 6 are okay w/ me i guess but she's the one who truly matters most to me.#i could happily read a story where literally none of the others are there but if there's a fic and she's not in it then its like#'ok but where is twilight?? where is my most favoritest pruple pony?? where did she gooooo??'#anyway this is why i want to chew on jon's vertebrae. it's because he is like Her but he spends so much time suffering#and i want to feed on that#like in canon nothing too too bad ever happens to her cause y'know. kids show.#and most of the fics i was reading never strayed too far into the Pain Mines.#but jon was born in the Pain Mines. he spends the entire podcast in the Pain Mines. so there's more opportunities to see him suffer#which only makes me want to crave putting him in the blender more#also i was less of a freak in high school and early college which is why i wanted to chew on her less#maybe one day i'll get back into mlp and i'll spend weeks obsessing over the thought of her being totally isolated from everyone#(not sure what i'm referencing? check out my 'lonely jon' tag to get an in-depth look into the depths of my psyche!)
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This was my participation piece for the @yuriolympics2023 ‘s first prompt, “Memory.”✌️
The fic covers things that will happen in Season 3 (including a theory that I’m treating as 100% canon tbh, lol) so if you’re not caught up with the manga, please keep that in mind :)
#Mizuha#Hanna#MizuHanna#Yuri Olympics 2023#please make sure to check out this blog to find out how to vote for BestBonnist’s comic!#Fumetsu No Anata E#To Your Eternity#alright here’s a quick nova ramble#I was… VERY surprised to see Hanna had not been included in a fic yet#I mean there aren’t many fics for TYE to begin with but I never expected to be the one who made a tag for her#I’m really happy about it but I feel undeserving lol#anyway I had a lot of fun writing this and I’m excited to see the hit count go up (self-promoting always makes me a bit embarrassed tho lol)#it makes me laugh that Ray made the sweetest most adorable fluffy comic ever ;; 💕 While I went the… non fluffy route#going in I thought it would be the opposite lol but somehow all I had was thunderstorms in my head while writing it#I dont have that much to say about it tbh other than I hope y’all give it a read 🤗#let me know your thoughts too if you have any!#Oh and again make sure to check out the Yuri Olympics blog for more info on how to vote for Ray’s kick ass comic!
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Shameless self promotion, but if you are looking for Erasermic Fics you should go read miiiinnne: its called Pulse and void and i am finishing the sequel rn!
Sooooo goood! I’m working my way through chapter 11 so not finished yet, but your story pacing and the way you describe action is really inspiring! It was hard to read but only because of how visceral your writing is *chef’s kiss*
#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#fic rec#text post#definitely a rec but HOO BOY make sure you check the tags and warnings before you dive in
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Saltburn (2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Venetia Catton/Oliver Quick, Oliver Quick/Farleigh Start, (Both basically as canon) Characters: Farleigh Start, Oliver Quick, Venetia Catton, Felix Catton, Elspeth Catton, James Catton, Duncan (Saltburn) Additional Tags: Vampire AU, Farleigh POV, I literally just rewrote the entire film essentially, This is kind of a Farleigh character study, Hand Job, Cunnilingus, Blood, Bloodplay, Drinking blood, Weirdly fleshed out universe somehow?, honestly, This plays very very closely to the film, You might as well watch the film, I really just wanted to make the subtext context, In which vampirism is a allegory for classism and to an extent racism, Don't quote me on that though, Unreliable Narrator, Follows Canon Summary:
"Certainly metaphorically it is a vampire film." Emerald Fennell, 2023
A vampire retelling of Saltburn from Farleigh's perspective.
#saltburn#this is literally almost word for word but set in vampire au#i don't know what you tell#the spirit of saltburn took me that night#and forced my hand#i love farleigh the most so help me god amen#vampire au#quickstart#<- but only so far as canon makes it#and same with venetia and oliver#anyway#i posted it last night fucking forget to share here#i just went to bed like a fool#ngl i feel like im one of the only people who post their fics onto tumblr as ao3 links these days#are cool kids doing it differently?#when i check my ship tags there's never any ao3 embeds like this#please tell me#tbh im not even sure i like this piece#i wrote it and i was like#hmmm#it was fun#ive never written vampires before#this was really just an exploratory thing for me i guess#been awhile since i've tried to world build outside of high fantasy#so this was good!
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Last Line Challenge
Rules - In a new post, show the last lines you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many as you like.)
Got tagged again! This time by @wynnibee @rambunctioustoons @arsonistmoth and @cipher-the-sidhe oh my! I can give y'all more than a sentence this time fghdf
A hand comes into view, hovering over the lightswitch by the door. You feel the sweet press of a kiss to your hair. “Sweet dreams, darling.”
The room is dipped into darkness with a simple flick, and after a familiar series of clicks, you watch the vague colors on the wall change from noon day lights to a white and subtle blue. The grip around you shifts, and before you know it, you're whisked upward into a bridal carry. Tired eyes fall closed and you instinctively roll your head to rest your temple against that faceplate chin. A quiet, raspy chuckle follows.
I think most everyone I know has been tagged before fdghdgf so go for it if you want! No tags from me this time <3
#tag game#itao fic#cheewrites#at some point this fic will update again i promise#life is just Hectic right now#by the end of may hopefully things will settle!#re: not me checking my mentions to make sure i remembered who all tagged me in this GDFHDF
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Fic: Misestimation
Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan
Summary:
When Shen Wei is hurt, Zhao Yunlan summons the Envoy to help. After all, he already knows the Envoy won't send Shen Wei back to Dixing.
read on ao3
#guardian#weilan#shen wei#zhao yunlan#otp: you're worth it#my fic#i had to check 3 times to make sure i didn't tag xie///ping out of habit xD
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being a zote liker is so HARD majority of the fandom hates him and the rest find the weirdest ways to mischaracterize him or similarly never talk about him because the majority exists and will EAT you for it
#clamtalk#zote#also yes there are people that mischaracterize zote. idk how. but i've sure seen it#he would NOT fucking say that etc.#THERE IS NOT ENOUGH!!!!!!!! ZOTE CONTENT FOR ME!!!!!!! AUARUHUAGhHHh!!!!!!!!#every now and then I weakly check the zote tag on ao3 and SIGH because if he IS in something he's just like. a background character#WHERE ARE MY ZOTE CENTRIC FICS!!!!!! OUTSIDE OF MY OWN!!!!!!#Why must I be burdened not only with having to make the content I want to see but ALSO having ALL THE RIGHT OPINIONS.#RRAGHHHH ok. i'm normal now.
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Okay but same, coulple weeks ago I was going thru Dottore x readers and none had the pronouns of reader specified and it was getting so good and then boom "she" and "girl" or "woman" and yeehaw dysphoria and on top of that is that it happened fic after fic for a solid 10 fics before I closed the app and just started fucking crying
Like I don't think authors are aware of how hurtful and damaging that can be.
I feel like an asshole saying this but, uhm, hello??? Women of the internet get down from your fucking throne you're not the only ones here??? Many other people exist too and many other people want to read fics and feel loved by their blorbos????
It's okay if you can only write for women but fuck sake tag and specify because you all keep bypassing tag and word blocks that way and genuinely putting me and many other people under severe distress???
Or like when the fic says gender neutral reader but then you get hit by the female pet names, like sure some people who aren't female identifying like them anyways but not everyone???
Don't hit me with the random princess?? Royal, your highness and such are there and also real fucking good????
Like seriously, would it kill to keep the fic 100% gender neutral if you specify reader as gender neutral???
Sorry if this got heated but like, lord crying and having a breakdown because you can't find male or gn readers and in turn feeling dysphoric to the point where you get dragged down the hole you did not want to go back to kind of ends up in me getting heated at such topics
Specially because you're literally the first blog I see to talk about this issue, like seriously it's 2023 how is this not common knowledge😭😭😭
i’m so sorry you had to go through that lovely :( and it’s true! i’ve been reading a lot more fics recently and there’d be no tags of anything before i start reading, and i always make the mistake of assuming that it’s simply gender neutral 🙁
i’ve seen a lot of fem creators making the default gender of the reader female, and i’m not saying that we shouldn’t have fics with feminine readers, obviously, but it’d make our community better to tag ur fics w the gender of the readers youre appealing to! if u leave your fics untagged, readers should be safe to assume that it’s a gn!reader fic. it’s not a hassle to add a warning
#if this makes sense !!#all my unmarked fics are gn!reader#i’m wokring on checking thru all of them to make sure theyre all marked with proper tags#it’s pretty inconsiderate to assume everyone who consumes ur content is feminine idk#and the thing with the feminine words is that im actually starting to find more comfort in being addressed w them#but being called them in fics when i did not want to ruined that lol#@ letter from a dove#@ from nonnie !
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