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[muffinlance]

hellooo very cool person I am just now getting into the atla fandom and I know Nothing other than your fics are very cool and great and I was wondering if you have any recs (or links to posts with recs!!) bc I trust your judgment LOL

I hope this is ok to ask!! also I will add that I am not that picky but I will add that I am very much a longfic enjoyer so🫶🫶

My friend, may I open up to you the broad world of clicking an AO3 user's bookmarks. <3

AKA: literally click any ao3 username, "bookmarks" should appear towards the top of the resulting page. You can then voyage into the additionally wonderful waters of filtering by length, "recommended", fandom, etc.

Also: if the fic you like is in collections, try checking them out, especially if the title appeals to you. Can be a great way to find essentially a fic playlist.

Anyway all hail ao3's designers they done good work

[collageofnudes]

Irina Telicheva by Maxim Makarov

part 3 / 4 (part 1 , part 2 , part 4)

[mynostalgicthings]

[cheftulips]

Queens, New York beauty supply maximalism.

[likelyamused]

Beginning / Previous / Next

Transcript below the cut.

Max: This is a nice spot.

Celia: I feel grounded here. Anywhere in nature really, but I don’t know... This feels sheltered and safe.

Max: Hm… I get it. I like open spaces. My favorite place to feel grounded is early in the morning, alone on the beach. I never got to experience that before I came here. I was not disappointed.

Celia: You like it here?

Max: I do.

Celia: Did you like it in Newcrest?

Max: No. Never did. 

Celia: Really? You don’t have any happy childhood memories from that place? 

Max: I do have happy memories, but not in Newcrest, no.

Celia: What was so terrible about it? 

Max: I guess there’s nothing really wrong with the place. It’s the people I just can’t stand.

Celia: Did you always live there or…? 

Max: Pretty much. I lived a few towns over with my grand-mother for a while. 

Celia: You really don’t like to talk about your past, do you? Did you think I wouldn't notice you changing the subject every time it pops up?

Max: [Chuckles] Ok, you got me.

Celia: We don't have to talk about things you don't want to. It just feels like there's a lot that's off limits and we end up talking about me instead.

Max: It's ok. We can talk about some of it. My parents are... complicated. We don’t get along at all. From as far as I can remember, I was on and off under the care of my grandmother. Sometimes for a few weeks, others for a few months at a time. Until I was 8 and she became my caretaker. It was hard on her. She worked well over her retirement years and she didn’t have much. But living with her... it was the best time of my life. She made time for homework, school events, hockey practices. She brought me camping, showed me how to cook and build a fire.

Celia: Sounds like she’s a great woman and a great parent.

Max: She was, wasn’t she? It was such a shock when she got sick. One winter, she got what looked like pneumonia and the doctor did an X-Ray of her chest. They found a mass on her lung. They started treatment immediately but the cancer spread too quickly. She died six months later. Then, I had to go back to my parents in Newcrest.

Celia: I’m so sorry for your loss. 

Max: It’s fine. It’s been years now. 

Celia: How old were you when she died?

Max: I was 12.

Max: See, I don’t like to talk about my past because it gets me that look, and I hate it.

Celia: Look? What look? I don’t have a look.

Max: You do. It’s that look people get when they think I’m weak or broken or something, and that I need someone to take care of me. I’m fine! I can take care of myself. I don’t need anyone.

Celia: That’s not true. We all need someone for something at some point in time. You’re not weak or broken or whatever just because you’ve gone through hardship. It’s how you process through it that shows who you are. Maybe that look you hate actually means I care about you, and if I’m that person you need for something, I’m here for you. Just a thought.

Max: I'll consider it.

-Ding-

Text messages:

Mom: Where are you? It’s 20 minutes past curfew.

Celia: Sorry mom. We were talking. Lost track of time. We’re by the bridge. I’ll be home in 5.

Celia: It’s later than I thought. I have to get back home.

Max: Okay, I’ll walk you.

Celia: It’s close by.

Celia: We're here.

Max: Thanks for showing me around. I had a great time.

Celia: Yeah, me too. I better go.

Max: Yeah...I think you should.

[infantandinnocent]

rainstorm from my window

[mewkwota]

Mindlessly did some scribbles with Maxim, and they only got messier with the second half that I was loosely brainstorming. It's not totally cohesive, but I was wondering about the possible events that led up to Maxim losing his memories.

[astralprisms]

*howling like a great wind through a canyon, it engulfs your mind, drowns your senses. Above the howl rises a screech, gleeful and maniacal. It is the way and the truth. Absolute.*

The Emperor: Leave - them - alone.

*the screech quiets, the howl fades. Your mind is hollow, save for one lone voice.*

The Emperor: Bane's Chosen has fallen - his Netherstone is yours. You have done well.

Xa'rok: I heard the Absolute scream.

The Emperor: You heard the Elder Brain. It's regaining its autonomy. It cries not from pain, but exaltation. We must stop it, before it breaks free.

The Emperor: One Netherstone remains - Orin's. We must find her and take it from her. After that, we take control of the Brain. You should start wondering what you will do then.

Xa'rok: I'll decide once we get there.

The Emperor: ...sometimes, you surprise me with your wisdom.

[profpatricko]

Milena #3 by Maxim Pazyuk

[eileennatural]

is there literally any better feeling than being in bed cozy-style

[collageofnudes]

Irina Telicheva by Maxim Makarov

part 4 / 4 (part 1 , part 2 , part 3)

[ryehouses]

this is my favorite time of year bc everybody starts selling planters again, and I can continue trying to find the most colorful ones

[nicecurves]

[beautifulfrenchhouses]

2,950,000 €

177 m² / 1905 ft²

Sainte-Maxime, Var, Provence-Alpes-Côte d'Azur, France.

[everything-is-as-it-was]

I can tell you right the fuck now that when I own my own place it's gonna look like a fucking museum because my goal is to 1) own a lot of Really Cool Old Things to Look At and Be Happy but also 2) have an uber modern aesthetic so it's just gonna be like. Old collector's books next to minimalism and I'm just hoping it doesn't turn out too pretentious looking 'cause I just like Old Things but also New Things and I Cannot Choose

[facultyloungecosplay]

But can I fit more plants? 🧐