#my fic: Landscapes

[five-and-dimes]

Sleeping Beauty-esque au where Dream wants to Stop Living but doesn’t want to go through making someone be his replacement (being Dream of the Endless is so hard, how cruel would it be to subject that role to someone else?) and it occurs to him that he is the Dreaming and the Dreaming is him so what if he just… took one of those out of the equation? As long as there is a Dreaming then technically there is a Dream even if he’s not human-shaped anymore and so one day he goes into one of the gardens and he lays down and closes his eyes and lets Dream the Person sink into Dream the Place. 

Matthew comes looking for him and gets lost because his magic-raven-senses, which are supposed to always know where Dream is, are telling him he’s everywhere?? And finally he stumbles upon a body, still breathing but with moss and ivy and briars slowly growing around him, a living body being reclaimed by nature and Matther naturally freaks the fuck out, clawing at the plants and pecking at Dream’s hands and pulling his hair to try to wake him but all it does is make the ivy grow faster and he’s pushed back by a gust of wind that feels like a sigh. 

Cursing as loud as a raven is capable of, he books it back to Lucienne, and it takes a few minutes for her to make sense of his panicked cawing but then she is dropping the book in her hands and rushing to call anyone she can think of, which includes both the rest of the Endless and also one particular immortal human because that’s how desperate she feels. 

And then it’s a line of people taking turns sitting next to Dream the Body, gently pushing back the greenery around him, some of them sobbing when they see how the plants are starting to grow through him, and the body is still breathing but it’s decomposing, sinking deeper into the landscape, and it’s hard to tell but they think Fiddler’s Green is crying, pleading with the Dreaming itself to walk on two legs again. 

I think eventually Hob, who has been coming and speaking every night in his sleep, trying to bribe and barter and goad his friend to come back to them, finally snaps when he comes and sees Dream’s body completely covered by moss and vines, looking for all the world like just an uneven patch of field, and he thrusts his hands into the earth and physically tears Dream out, standing and dragging him away from the plants that reach to take him back, and he starts sobbing and screaming about how Dream isn’t getting rid of him that easily, Hob is immortal by stubbornness alone, if Dream thinks he won’t fall in love with a goddamn patch of grass he’s got another thing coming, he wants Dream to walk with him and live with him, but if he has to marry Dream the Place then that’s what he’ll do, he will make the realm itself his husband and spend eternity nurturing it, give whole new meaning to the term “husbandry”. And the ivy is crawling up Dream’s body, trying to pull him out of Hob’s arms, but before it can cover Dream’s face Hob is kissing him for all he’s worth. 

And then the ivy slows, and the wind seems to shudder, and the land is still but Hob thinks he feels a separating within it, like the red sea parting beneath a blessed hand, and it takes a moment, because so much of Dream has spread like roots throughout the Dreaming and it’s hard in so many different ways to pull it all back into himself, but Hob holds him through it, peppering his face with kisses as the earth falls away from his withered body and being a person again hurts, but Hob’s love soothes it like a balm. 

And then he awakens, opening his eyes for the first time in months, cradled in Hob’s arms, with soft memories of everyone who had tried to bring him back because they wanted him back, and he is still so tired, but. But maybe, he thinks, being awake, being here, is not so bad if there is someone to hold him like this.

Hob kisses him again.

[painfulgoodbye]

Happy Fic Art Friday!!

Everyone go read Every Mountain Tells A Story by @czargasm

I finally read this fic last week and have not stopped thinking about it since, it’s so amazing and made me feel so many emotions and it’s such a unique au, i love it 🩵❄️

[rocketbirdie]

Cookin' up a savory Zack lives AU in my mind

Instead of Jenova downloading Zack's memories into Cloud's brain, what if it linked their minds together? Not just able to hear each other's thoughts, but receive all the sensory input as well, in a way.

While Cloud's in a coma, Zack knows he's still in there somewhere, he can just sense it. He feels kinda off all the time, like he's half asleep, but he blames that on all the bullshit he's been through recently.

And of course Zack gets gunned down on the cliff and Cloud thinks he's dead, takes his sword, normal canon ff7 stuff plays out for a bit. Except Cloud's sudden headaches and tiny breakdowns are actually Zack's thoughts and sensations poking through, as Zack slowly regains consciousness in small bursts.

Eventually Zack wakes up all the way, only to find that Hojo plucked up his seemingly dead body and is continuing to experiment on him. Obviously that means a whole lot of physical and mental agony for Zack, and for Cloud too because of the mind link.

So Cloud can't play it cool anymore and the rest of the party starts to think he's going insane. Maybe he tries to convince everyone that they need to go back to Midgar to save Zack. Would love to see Tifa's reaction...!

That's all I got for now lol

[cappymightwrite]

Can anyone reccommend any good Jonsa vids that don't really feature/reference the R*msay s5 storyline, please? Or at least keep it to a minimum? But crucially, I just find the wedding and aftermath etc. very upsetting, and it's why I'll never write show canon!

I'm just trying to reimmerse myself in the Jonsa mindset atm because... I've suddenly had a burst of writing inspiration! I was really struggling with the starting point scene of chapter 3 of My Maid of Stone, the scene that, in my writing process, everything else unfolds from... but... I think I've finally found it. So thank you for the lovely response to my last post — I think it contributed!

Anyway, though I'd like to branch out, my go-to Jonsa vids are:

So if anyone has any good recs, I'd love to hear them!

Cappy x

[villowstar]

enjoying freedom post-pacifist route :)

[lily-alphonse]

My attempt at a scene from my Ganlink longfic The Longest Leap of Faith (scene and link below the cut)

“Give me your pack,” he said wearily.

“No. Why?” I did not stop to look at him, still watching the wavering horizon we marched towards.

“Interesting that you would say no before asking why.” When I did not stop or answer he continued with a sigh. “The why should be clear. It’s slowing you. It will not affect me to insignificantly increase my burden.” 

“No.” 

“Give me your pack, or I will pick your entire body up.” 

“No!” I snapped, finally stopping to stare up at him. 

He stopped and stared right back. Not even challenging, no, that would have made us equals. He seemed to be looking down at me in every sense, like he was disappointed by my petulance. “I am trying to help you.”

“I don't want your help.” 

He chuckled and shook his head. “Yes, you do. You have quite deliberately sought it out and accepted it. Is this not minor by comparison?”

I glared at him, actually considering his offer. There wasn’t much harm that could be done by him taking it, I simply didn’t want any more of his help than necessary. 

“Keep your weapons on you. What will I do, steal back my own melons?” he said with a sly smile. 

“Maybe,” I grumbled.

He laughed and held out his large hand. I relented. 

-- Abridged excerpt from Ch 2

Read The Longest Leap of Faith on AO3, a Ganlink Enemies to Lovers AU. No spoilers for TOTK.

When Zelda begins acting strangely, Link is forced to turn to the last person he would ever want to for help. What follows when he tracks Ganon down forces Link to question everything he's ever known.

This work is rated Mature for mild sexual content and violence. Additional tags listed on AO3.

[ceilidho]

Just wanted ot say THANK YOU for writing landscapes in honey. Its such a comfort fic for me. Reading about lazy/ sleepy intimacy in all forms has always been so comfy for me to read :3

thank you so much!!!! other than saltwater, it's my most prized fic, so thank you very much <3 hope i can come up with something equally cozy this winter

[decarbry]

From the Kurogiri’s meditating post- nice to see him and Yabureme getting along better!

[tethrras]

deciding to headcanon that the lighthouse makes people feel Calm and Docile and Relaxed to excuse the fact that more of the companions aren't as mad as lucanis that ANY of this is happening

[eywaseclipse]

Spent some time working on this. Got inspired by @thewarmblanket snow clan post and watching informational videos on Greenland lol. I love learning. And this snow na’vi is based off Inuit culture. Including the traditional tattoos called Tunniit. Did I mention this is a free draw with my non dominant hand? 🤗

“The process and method of making Tunniit is called kakiorneq in West Greenland and kagierneq in the east (both can be translated as "sewn with a needle").

The tradition of making and wearing Tunniit has mainly been passed on by Inuit women, as a sign of their spiritual responsibility and sewing skills. The kakiorneq and kagierneq techniques traditionally involve the use of a needle and sinew thread (thread made from the muscle of the reindeer's hind legs) dipped in a mixture of soot, oil and urine to create a line under the top layer of the skin. An alternative method involves the use of a sharp tool to make a small hole in the skin, followed by the application of a sooty substance to create a distinctive dot.”

[renirae]

drawing for chapter two of 'cause I'm still turning out :DDD

light version:

[glassedplanets]

"You ain't here to fight," Grimmjow says, low. He applies pressure; Ichigo tips his chin up to relieve it, and feels the atom-fine point dimple his skin anyways.

[x]

[glitterghost]

Belle (2023) 🌹

[chicago-geniza]

Once again re-reading Downton Abbey fanfiction with my morning energy drink like it's the newspaper. That's my emotional support WWI-era mistress/lady's maid femslash

[aeide-thea]

[arcadianambivalence]

How was your day? I totally didn't spend mine trying to meticulously map how little Armand could have feasibly made it from Delhi to Venice in the first two decades of the 16th century. And then somehow deleted two hours of notes.