#so much edging in this chapter

[internerdionality]

Hey, this is really awkward, but I saw you mention on my post that you have another chapter of burning like embers and it's so so good! I've been meaning to write a comment on it for months but, you know, life. I am absolutely obsessedddddd with the concept you're exploring and this is me humbly begging for you to drop the new chapter. I can't stop thinking about it.

Okay. 💗🥺💗

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Our Flag Means Death (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet, Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Israel Hands, Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet/Israel Hands, Israel Hands/Lucius Spriggs Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet, Israel Hands, Lucius Spriggs, Roach (Our Flag Means Death), Fang (Our Flag Means Death), Ivan (Our Flag Means Death), Jim Jimenez Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, or friends to lovers to enemies to lovers in the case of GentleBeard, Dubious Consent, Fake/Pretend Relationship, (sort of?), like does it count if absolutely everyone KNOWS it’s fake?, But they don’t know we know, basically that one friends episode but muppet style, they’re playing relationship chicken, Quote: We've got a fuckery on our hands! (Our Flag Means Death), Canon-typical disregard of physics, and human biology, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Needs a Hug, and a nap Series: Part 25 of Our Flag Means Death Works Summary:

Edward Teach is tired.

Tired of being Blackbeard, tired of piracy, tired of fighting (and fucking) with his first mate, and so very tired of Stede fucking Bonnet chasing him around the Caribbean, trying to win his forgiveness.

But he can't see a way out... (except maybe death; he hasn't tried dying yet...)

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

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[leenfiend]

based on the train chapter 95 of Observations by J-anon

[aroaessidhe]

2024 reads / storygraph

The West Passage

medieval fantasy set in a giant crumbling palace of traditions with forgotten origin, ruled by giant eldritch Ladies

when winter weather comes in the middle of summer, and a beast below the palace begins to rise, two teens from Grey who have suddenly gained a lot of responsibilities set out on separate journeys to the other towers to find a way to stop it, and meet all sorts of strange people and creatures along the way

world where pronouns/names are based on people’s roles

tons of cool medieval-style chapter illustrations by the author

[kyouka-supremacy]

Honestly, he doesn't look like Akutagawa at all. He's round

[longagoitwastuesday]

Every day I am haunted by the fact JJK could be amazing but it will be just idk Bleach or something

[likeamadonnau2]

A new chapter of You Wanted Me Alone, titled "Everything Forever" is available here!

6300 words of Edge POV, set in winter 1983-84.

[ancat-dubh]

Lately I've been thinking of an old favourite teacher, who for most of the Seventies lived in the woods I'd later grow up in. He wrote a long essay about the place, focusing on his friendship with the Indigenous caretaker who introduced him to the land and that caretaker's father, who stewarded the woods for decades mentoring/at the employ of the senator who gave this place US government legal protection. I found this decades-old essay after impulse-Googling my teacher's name early this year, around the time I had a serious, abrupt fracturing of my health/political+sexual selves and lost my mind a lil bit. One of those v straightforward ancestor offering you a Helping Hand moments! And thank fuck for the timing – I needed an anchor in the place where I grew up, and a mentor who I absolutely trusted had my back.

Back home atm so today I followed the brook along to the fork my teacher describes in a story where he first happens across the house in the woods he’d rent and stay in most of his thirties. The bridge that his teacher the caretaker built out of three carefully selected fallen red oaks one full moon evening has been replaced with shale and concrete. The house was still there, occupied, and the brook sounded just like he said. Nearly every class, he'd read aloud or tell us a story – about the woods, his SNCC days, Indigenous and African history, poetry, memorable shit that meant I could hear his deep voice exactly in ambling pace with the water. Ankle-deep with tiny fish investigating my bare feet, I thought about the man who taught my teacher from when he was a year or two older than me now. I hadn't been planning to speak to him, didn't want to have it taken as any kind of ask, but it felt weird not to say thanks so I did. I sank my feet into the mica-glint sand and tried to pay attention.

[sagurus]

I'm excited we're getting more magic kaito but I also have this suspicion things are going to be introduced that I'm just going to. ignore. But also maybe not! Who knows!

[flowercrowngods]

anyway, uhhh time travel au steve finally getting to look at hopper and daring to keep looking when the man meets his eyes; it no longer feels forbidden even though now there’s a weight to the way they look each other. hopper’s death is in the room with them. his death a little more impactful now that it’s in this world, too

“what is it?” hopper asks, and his voice is gruff but steve’s learning that that’s just the way he sounds now. not softened yet, not smoothed around the edges on the journey to get his woman and to care for his daughter. the gravel in his voice is a bit like the pieces of his heart coming out with every word he speaks and steve wonders if he really is hurting all this time. but he knows he is. grief does that to you. sudden, insurmountable grief.

and he wonders, too, if, given time, his voice will sound like that as well. if it will get gravelly from lack of use so that all the pieces of his heart remain lodged in his lungs keeping him from breathing and making themselves known every time he tries to speak, to talk about it.

“steve?”

“nothing,” he says, snapping back into the moment, curling in a little on himself even though the cabin is so warm he wants to cry about it all the time now. “just…”

hopper waits. lets him look. that patience is new. a little unsettling, too.

he wants to hug him. it’s completely irrational, they’re not like that, they don’t care about each other like that or pretend like they’re some kind of family where you can just go ask for a hug, or offer one; or… but he died. and now he’s back. and steve wants to cry about that all the time, too, and—

he swallows. “nothing.”

a hum is his only response, the sound not as gravelly as before, almost melodious as it lingers between them. his body feels like it’s about to burst, and his chest is constructing, and he really wants… he really wants that hug. or just to go sit beside him and lean into him. feel that proof of life. tell him he’s glad, apologise again for his words. i wish you’d stayed dead.

the urge gets worse, and he imagines getting up and asking for a hug. he imagines hopper getting out of his dusty old armchair and closing the distance, pulling him into his arms because he sees how fucked up steve is and isn't scared of it.

he doesn’t. he won’t. and the impossibility of it leaves him tearing at the seams.

@spookednsaucy you say such real things

[ohbo-ohno]

i made the horrendous mistake of watching the start of an old rdr2 playthrough while taking a break from writing and it was possibly the worst decision i've ever made

[cross-d-a]

Fandom: Star Wars, Prequel Trilogy, Jedi Apprentice Series, The Wrath of Darth Maul, Star Wars: Rebels, Star Wars Legends: Tales of the Jedi

Chapter: 27/?

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence

Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Xanatos, Qui-Gon JInn & Feemor, Feemor & Bruck Chun, Xanatos & Qui-Gon Jinn

Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, Xanatos, Qui-Gon Jinn, Feemor, Bruck Chun, Bant Eerin, Tahl, Quinlan Vos, Ahsoka Tano, Orykan Tamarik, Cay Qel-Droma

Additional Tags:  Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst, Fluff, Liberal Use of the Force, Found Family, Secret Identity, Yoda's Disaster Lineage, Redemption, Psychological Trauma, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, PTSD, Panic Attacks, Slavery, Minor Character Death, Graphic Death, Body Horror, Force Ghosts, Minor OCs, BAMF Obi-Wan Kenobi

Summary:

“Young Bant Eerin is having…difficulties.”

Feemor frowns. “Master, we have no way of knowing what she is truly seeing. It could be past, present or future— and we do not even know if the future she sees will come to pass.”

Even so, Bant’s visions are troubling, full of shadow and violence. At the centre of it all is one person. Sometimes man. Sometimes boy. Sometimes something else entirely. But it is always Kenobi, there is no denying that. His essence is the same, no matter how it twists and warps and crumbles.

“If we could only find him—” Qui-Gon interrupts himself, gaze far-off. “In another life, maybe, he could have been my- my padawan, but now…”

Feemor worries for his former Master. And for this strange youngling he's never even met, and likely never will.

--

In which Obi-Wan acts in the only way he knows how after a lifetime of regret and self-sacrifice.

But the thing with that is this: Obi-Wan has thought himself to be alone for far, far too long. And he is not the only player on the field.

[starrysharks]

writing 5 page encyclopedias on my ocs and their stupid backstories is so fun but writing the story itself oooooh i can't stand the writing the story itself

[the-lonelybarricade]

I swear to god this next A Blaze in the Dark chapter is going to be like 15k words

[askamnesiamoonjumper]

me after editing the aau prologue for the bajillionth time

[fortunafavours]

i actually took a break from writing chapter two to write some backstory drabbles which recontextualized some of the interactions between two characters for a scene in chapter two. this means i am back in the forge dungeons once more, but i think it frames the narrative better so a worthwhile reason to be back in the forge.... i guess......