#the terror big bang 2020

[alicetallula]

Big Bangs, MiniBangs and Reverse Big Bangs :

Billy Big Bang 2024 - 1/5

Destiel AU Reverse Big Bang 2024 - 1/2

Eddie Munson Big Bang 2024-2025

SPN Reverse Bang Bang 2024 - 4/4

Stommy MiniBang 2024-2025 - /6

Bingos (with and without deadlines - or ones that ended but I still want to finish my card ) :

AO3 Favorite Tag Bingo 2024 (End of December 2024) - 1/9

HankCon Bingo 2024 (End of December 2024) - /11

Hannibal Bingo (no deadline) - /9

Marvel Rare Pairs Bingo 2024 (August 2025) - /25

Metalsandwich Bingo 2024 (End of December 2024) - /9

RK1700 Bingo 2023 (no deadline) - 1/25

Other Events I'm in :

HallowRen 5 : A New Chapter - /2

HankCon Advent Calendar 2024 - /2

Harringrove Holiday Exchange 2024

Differents type of events I hope to draw something for (some being crossover between events - in bold and same color) :

Barry 2024 Prompts List

Metalsandwich Movie Mania - November 2024

OFMD Lesbian Week 2024 - November 2024

Reddie Week 2024

Vianton Week - November 2024

Goals for past Big Bangs and Reverse Big Bangs :

Bottom Cas Big Bang 2023 - Daylight by PapiChuloDean - More art - /4

Bottom Cas Big Bang 2024 - Betting Against The House by SamandDean76 - More art

Companion fic to Betting Against The House by SamandDean76 - Stacking The Deck by SamandDean76 - More art (especially smut)

DeanCas Big Bang 2023 - Sunlight by Desirae - More art

Dean Cas Horrorfest 3 - Terror as Sharp as Pain by Artemis73 - More art - /2

Detroit : Become Human Big Bang 2023 - Cinnamon & Cardamom by sevdrag - More art

Detroit : Become Human Big Bang 2023 - In His Sights by AnonymousEDward - More art - /2

Detroit : Become Human Reverse Big Bang 2024 - The Six Element by Queerapika - More art

Rewrite The Ages Big Bang 2024 - The Viking And The Hermit God by SamandDean76

Steddie Big Bang 2023 - Best I May by MixAddams - More art - an artwork for chapter 2

Steddie Big Bang 2023 - the bite that binds (the gift that gives) by VibrantVenus - More art

Steddie Big Bang 2023 - I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name by ohthejomanity - More art - at least 2

Steddie Big Bang 2023 - “What happens when people open their hearts?" by ainsalaco - Making art for the story, at least a banner and one artpiece

Sterek Big Bang 2023/2024 - forever and then some by EvanesDust - More art - /2

Stranger Things Big Bang 2022 vol.2 - Let's Be More Than Strangers by DrowningByDegrees - More art - 1/5

Stranger Things Big Bang 2024 - InCONsistencies by Mayalaen - More art

Stranger Things Big Bang 2024 - We're A Miracle, But Baby, There Are So Many Hands To Hold by gala_apples - More art

Stranger Things Rare Pair Big Bang 2023 - Hot For Teacher by TheMadcapLaughs - More art - an artwork for chapter 2

Stranger Things Rare Pair Big Bang 2023 - A Tale of Ranching and Fossils by ainsalaco - Making art for the story, at least a banner and one artpiece

Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang 2023/2024 - A Dream On The Way To Death by Arbeds Ghost - More art - at least 2

Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang 2023/2024 - Jurassic Disaster by ainsalaco - More art - at least 3

Stranger Things Reverse Big Bang 2023/2024 - HIM by mashawisotsky - More art - at least 2

Stranger Things Sapphic MiniBang 2024 - Falling in Love in an Unlikely Place by DragonsIre - More art - at least 1 planned

Goals for past Fandom Events :

A Stranger Summer 2024 - 4/33

Aug-Kissed 2024 - 1/12

Billy Hargrove Bingo 2022-2023 - 5/10

Buckleway Appreciation Week 2024 - 1/7

BylerWeek 2022 - 4/8

Bylerween 2023 - 1/7

Bylerween 2024 - 1/7

Captain Allen Appreciation Week 2020 - 4/7

Corroded Coffin Fest 2024 - 1/31

Corroded Coffin Fest 2024 - Seven Deadly Sins - 1/7

DBH Rarepairs Week 2024 - 1/7

DBH Seven Kisses Prompts Challenge 2024 - 1/7

DTIYS by Klayr - Midam

DTIYS by Klayr - Destiel

DTIYS by Klayr - Reed900

DTIYS by Josebean - Android Corpse Husband

Eddie Munson Bingo 2023 - 3/10

ElMax Week 2023 - 1/7

EndverseTober by Klayr - /13

Four-or-More Fic-A-Thon Prompts List - 1/?

HallowRen 4 : The Final Chapter - 2/8

HankCon Bingo 2023 - 1/9

Harringrove Kinktober 2k23 - 1/31

Harringrove Kinktober 2024 - 1/?

Harringrove Lovefest 2024 - 1/7

Harringrove Summer Bingo 2024 - 3/9

Heavy Metal Valentines 2024 - 1/?

Hellcheer Anniversary Week 2024 - 1/17

Hellcheer Week 2024 - 1/?

High Seas Event 2022 - 1/8

Jargyle Bingo 2023 - 3/9

Jbbuckybarnes's Kinktober 2020 - 13/33

Metalsandwich Mocie Mania 2023 - 1/7

Metalsandwich Movie Mania 2024 - June - 1/14

Mungrove Kisses Bingo 2024 - 1/25

Nightmare Fuel Fan Fest 2024 - 1/?

OFMD Dress Week 2024 - /9

OFMD Kinktober 2023 - /31

OFMD Kinktober 2024 - 1/31

Reddie Week 2019

Reddie Week 2020

Reddie Week 2021

Reddie Week 2022

Reddie Week 2023 - if the prompts inspire me for more drawings than I did - 7/7

Remembrance of IT - 2021 - /14

RK1700 Blooming Event 2021 - 3/5

September's Stobin Extravaganza 2024 - /1

Soft Steddie September 2024 - 1/?

Steddie Angsty August 2024 - 1/31

Steddie Smutty September 2024 - 1/?

Steddie Spooktober 2024 - 1/31

SteddyHands Week 2024 - 1/?

Sterek Bingo 2023-2024 - 4/9

Steve Harrington Bingo 2023 - 4/9

Stevie Week 2024 - 1/7

Stevie-Ween 2024 - 1/3

Stizzy Week 2024 - 1/45

Stobin Month 2023 - /31

Stobin Month 2024 - 1/31

Stommy Week 2024 - 1/4

Stranger Thing FemSlash Week 2023 - 1/5

Stranger Things FemSlash Week 2024 - 1/5

Stranger Things Monsterfucker May 2024 - 1/?

Stranger Things Sapphic Summer 2024 - 3/14

Stranger Things Rarepair Roulette 2024 - 1/?

Sub Eddie Week 2024 - Non-Sexual Prompts List - 1/7

Sub Eddie Week 2024 - Sexual Prompts List - /7

Vianton Lingerie Week 2024 - 1/?

Villainous Valentines - 1/?

[eaifreiheit]

The Terror: Dark Wonderland Masterpost

Summary

Late Entry for the Terror Big Bang 2020: 

Spring of 1881 - Thomas Jopson, burning with childlike curiosity, pursued a strange rabbit-man into the forest and down the rabbit-hole. He fell to an alleged paradise damned by winter and curses, as he was plagued by the wrecking memories of a dead Prince who bore his face. 

♥ Rated EVE: E for Emotions + Brotherhood, V for Violence + Gore + Badassery in Fantasy World, E for Explicit (rating may change), 200 000+ words. Completed, updated every Sunday (hopefully).

♦ Pairing(s): Edward Little and Thomas Jopson, Solomon Tozer and Robert Jopson, and Tom Hartnell and John Irving. 

Click HERE to listen to Robert Jopson’s voice!

Click HERE for Dark Wonderland’s promotional video!

♣ Read HERE on AO3

♠ Cover art drawn by @vikkicomics​ ! Go check out her other works! All of them are *chef’s kiss* magnificent!

Click HERE for Liam Garrigan talking about AMC’s the Terror! 

Dark Wonderland Map

Map created via Inkarnate. 

Soundtrack 

(Got inspired by these.)

1. Sacrifice by Steve Jablonsky

2. We Have To Go by Steve Jablonsky

3. Purity of Heart by Steve Jablonsky

4. Seglass Ni Tonday by Steve Jablonsky

5. Sir Edmund Burton by Steve Jablonsky

6. The Nutcracker and the Four Realms by L’Orchestra Cinématique

7. Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy by Twin Composers

8. Apple Seed + YouSeeBIGGIRL/T:T by Hiroyuki Sawano

9. Main Theme by Daniel Pemberton

10. Devil and the Huntsman by Daniel Pemberton

11. Lady in the Lake by Daniel Pemberton

12. Caoineadh by Christopher Tin

13. In Dream by BGM President

14. Final Boss by Tetsuya Shibata

15. The Kiss by Elliot Goldenthal

16. Adagio and Transfiguration by Elliot Goldenthal

(Hans Zimmer's PotC: At World’s End and Alice: Madness Returns tracks really helped a lot too) 

@theterrorbigbang​, thank you so much!  ♥ i apologize that i took an extremely long time to complete this

[brainyraccoons]

“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Francis hissed, bucking up hard as James caressed him slowly with a hand. Maddening tease. He was desperate for him now. “Let me have you.”

“You have me.”

for @wildcard47‘s hauntingly beautiful fic "a moon-blanched land" 🌕⛵️✨ full version on my patreon!

[midrashic]

self-rec meme. reply with your favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass it on to at least five other writers.

tagged by the glorious, the incredible, the inimitable @x-populuxe, whose fics you should check out immediately, starting with their favorites. everytime i see a new populuxe story @ikeracity​ & i throw a little party on discord. my examples are not so illustrious & also come embarrassingly close to the meme i did in 2021 about the fics i was proudest of having written in 2020! but here they are regardless.

KATABASIS

supernatural | destiel | 47k

Fortunately for the newly-condemned Dean Winchester, there's more than one way to resurrect an angel. Love, hell, and other myths.

originally for 2016 deancas reverse bang | this still might be my magnum opus, actually. it was my first moderately long fic, took me two years to finish (obviously, it did not get posted for the reverse bang), & gave me fits, & i still love what i did with the symbolism, the many layers of references, & dean’s voice. too bad none of my friends will touch supernatural with a ten-foot pole 😢 i mean. not that i blame them.

THE LAST LOVE SONG & TESTAMENT OF CHARLES F. XAVIER

x-men | cherik | 20k

When Erik is accused of domestic terrorism, Charles has no choice but to marry him to keep him out of jail.

for cherik week 2020 | actually i was on the fence about this one! ike almost had to bully me into picking a fifth fic at all, even though i felt the top tier of my fics was really only represented by four. then i remembered that erik likes starbucks pink drinks & count chocula cereal in this fic and was like. you know what? you did a good job with this.

A KRITIK OF PURE REASON

x-men | cherik | 27k

Texas: When Erik and Charles collide during their senior year of high school, they swiftly find out they make the perfect debate partners. But as secrets come out—and as they draw inexorably closer—more turns out to be at stake than the State championship.

for x-men remix 2020 | i’ve wanted to write a debate au since 2014, which i know because that’s when sherlock s3 aired & my first version of this plot was with sherlock & john. policy debate is--difficult--to explain to people who didn’t debate; it’s not so much debate as it is a highly ordered logic game, something rather like verbal chess--obviously charles & erik would’ve loved it. i’m extremely proud of all the comments that said that i somehow managed to make it comprehensible (with thanks to ben lerner, who also did policy debate in high school, & whose book the topeka school, in which he described spreading at the time of its invention, convinced me it was not in fact impossible to describe adequately), but what i really love about this fic is that it’s so! nostalgic! i poured the best parts of my adolescence into this fic & rereading it is reliving it.

AN AMATEUR PSYCHIC’S GUIDE TO REMEMBERING WHAT WAS LOST

x-men | cherik | 32k

Hong Kong, 2011. Erik Lehnsherr lives in limbo: scrounging up money to pay rent from gambling dens or the scrapyard, not using his psychic powers, not dealing with his PTSD. When a teenage fellow psychic shows up at his shithole apartment with a get-rich-quick scheme, he's pulled into a world he thought he left behind—a world of brutal powers, deadly government experiments, and a mysterious man with a suitcase who is going to change his life… again.

for cherik big bang 2020 | for a fusion with the terrible 2009 chris evans movie push, this still holds up! i keep going back to this again & again despite it being one of my least popular with the masses. i ended up really loving some of the side characters that i don’t normally play with, like irene & daken, and erik’s flashback to his romance with charles is one of my favorite portraits of a romance i’ve ever written. this was the last really action-packed thing i wrote, & i forgot how much i loved doing the pacing & the scene headings. i’ve gotta get back to long fics soon!

AS CLOSE TO HELL

james bond (craig movies) | 00q | 19k

O then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray: grant thou, lest faith turn to despair. —Romeo, Romeo & Juliet I.v.114-115 Or: Another day, another haunted house. But this time, it's James's.

for 007fest 2020 | a month ago, i don’t know if any james bond fic would’ve made this list, but honestly, the epistolary elements--as close as i’ve ever gotten (so far!) to writing the epistolary fic of my dreams--& a few of the lines from the final confrontation are, i think, some of my best! also, solomon the ghost cat: best oc of all time? perhaps.

tagging! @ikeracity, @insertmeaningfulusername, @castillon02, @redring91, & @lavender-lotion.

[soulmate-game]

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020

Day 2: Father Daughter Bonding

Marinette had known her father was Bruce Wayne since she was thirteen, and the man showed up on her balcony one day in full bat-attire exactly one month after Hawkmoth appeared. He had apparently spent the whole month sorting through all of his magical contacts and trying to figure out who the heroes were so he could offer help—only to realize that the apparent leader of the duo of heroes was his biological daughter that he never met or told about his existence.

Okay, so the majority of the month was actually spent on him trying to figure out how to deal with the daughter he had never met becoming a superhero, even a leader of a team, without his assistance or influence whatsoever. But. Regardless. It ended up with him taking a Zeta tube at midnight in Gotham, and ending up on Marinette’s balcony as she got ready for school.

That was when Marinette learned about Bruce Wayne being both Batman and her biological father. After, of course, a brief heart attack at seeing a stranger outside her trap door.

But besides that short visit, Bruce had largely respected Marinette’s order request to stay out of Paris. He understood, after all he held a similar policy for metas in Gotham. Didn’t mean he was happy about leaving Marinette to deal with her supervillain without any reliable backup, but he stayed out of the city nonetheless.

But, there was Marinette’s lack of training to see to. She was not completely untrained, she knew at least two types of martial arts pretty well and her gymnastics ability was second only to Dick himself. But for a superhero? No, she needed a lot of teaching still. So Bruce had arranged for her to spend some holidays and a weekend or two that she could get away with over at Gotham (via Zeta tubes or other portal of course) for him and the other Bats to personally instruct her. Now, three annoying years later without any solid evidence to land Gabriel in the brig (though they all knew by then that he was definitely Hawkmoth), Marinette decided to switch things up.

She landed on a gargoyle’s head, on one of her rare patrols with Batman. She wasn’t Ladybug there, instead deciding to go by the simple name Rouge Wing, as both a play on her native language and the fact that red bats are considered lucky in China. She didn’t wear her Miraculous on these patrols, instead using the rare opportunity to develop her natural skills. And prove once and for all to her stupid brother that, yes, she could keep up with him. And, no, it didn’t matter if she didn’t grow up in a temple learning how to kill, she can still hang him upside down by his ankles if he upsets her one more time—.

Right. The gargoyle.

Batman landed on the rooftop behind her, raising an eyebrow under his cowl. “Don’t you usually make fun of me for perching like that?” He asked, crossing his arms. Robin landed on that same rooftop a moment later, choosing just to sit on the lip of the building and swing one leg lazily over the edge. He and Marinette tended to get along at least half the time nowadays, which Bruce considered An Accomplishment. Marinette only hummed, blue eyes hidden behind her red domino mask as she gazed over the dark city.

“I’ve just been thinking—“

“Nothing new there,” Robin interrupted. “Should I be on the lookout before you run into a wall again?”

Marinette tossed one of her batarangs at him, which he only had to duck to dodge. Sticking her tongue out like a Mature Teenager, she continued. “You guys do things really differently here in Gotham. Which makes sense, of course, because Gotham is a lot different than Paris. But…”

“But?” Batman prodded, deciding to sit on the rooftop and lean one arm on the lip of it so he could lean towards his blood children.

“But it’s been three years. You hardly ever get out of Gotham besides JL meetings or missions, Dad. And, well, if you promise to keep a handle on your emotions—“

Robin snorted, before realizing where this discussion was going. His eyes widened behind his mask in disbelief. “No way.”

Marinette glared at him half heartedly for a moment before completely turning around on her gargoyle and facing Batman. “We don’t see each other enough. And it’s not easy for me to come to Gotham all the time. So maybe, just this once, you can come to Paris and patrol with me? Next week, maybe?”

Bruce couldn’t talk for a moment, just staring at his daughter with his mouth slightly agape. Marinette had been very specific: no non-miraculous heroes in Paris. Period. Not him, not Robin, nobody, because she wasn’t sure she and her partner would be able to win against an Akumatized hero with years of experience.

Robin tossed a birdarang at Batman, which he dodged on instinct. “Well, he’s still alive,” he remarked to his sister. Rouge Wing had scooted closer somewhere during Batman’s shock, looking minorly concerned.

“What brought this on?” Bruce finally asked, making his daughter sigh in relief at the proof of his consciousness.

“Well, multiple reasons. For one, I know now that I am capable of at least restraining you until I have the chance to break an akumatized item, so there aren’t too many worries there anymore. And I only see you once every month if I’m lucky—“

“And her birthday is next week,” Robin supplied easily, smirking at the glare his sister sent him at that.

“Traitor,” Marinette grumbled, puffing out her cheeks a little. Considering the two of them were only a month apart in age, with Damian being the older of the two, it wasn’t unusual for Bruce to forget about one or the other. Summer birthdays in general were hard for him to remember, what with all the spring birthdays that he strained to keep up with.

“Oh, oh,” Bruce sighed, rubbing a hand over his cowl-covered forehead. “That’s right. I’m sorry, of course I’m more than happy to visit Paris next week. Maybe we can even do more than one day?”

Marinette relaxed, nodding. “That would be nice. Just, not in your civilian persona. Bruce Wayne is too recognizable, even in Paris, but a visit from Batman would be shrugged off as just us getting help. But, in order for everything to work, it would probably have to be a day patrol.”

Batman flinched a bit. That’s right— his daughter was a day hero. He wasn’t looking forward to patrolling in full daylight, but he owed her this at least.

“I’ll be there.”

—*—*—*—*—*

When Batman arrived on Marinette’s balcony (actually expected, this time), it was to see the poor girl covered head to toe in ribbons and balloons that all had some variation of “sweet sixteen,” “happy birthday,” and “16!” On them. She hadn’t even been able to transform yet, her Kwami just munching on a cupcake and giggling at her expense. She even had a party hat on her head, but judging by the way she was trying to wrestle it off it hadn’t been put on her head willingly.

“Need help?” Bruce asked when he entered her room, peeling his cowl back and grinning a little at the awkward sight she made. Marinette groaned, looking at him with the most pitiful expression ever.

“Please! Maman and Papan always like celebrating my birthday, and they’ve gone over the top a few times, but I think they went a bit…” she pulled at one of her pigtails, releasing a waterfall of glitter. “Crazy this year.”

Bruce chuckled, walking over and helping to untangle the various ribbons, streamers, and other celebratory restraints that had trapped the petite Parisian. Then, once she was completely untangled and only stubborn confetti and glitter remained, Bruce hung a small box to one of her pigtails by one of it’s bow-loops. She let out a surprised laugh, rolling her eyes at him before pulling it off and looking at it properly.

On a little white card it said: “Happy 16th, Marinette!” In Bruce’s handwriting. It was a small, black box with silver ribbon tied around it in a bow. Marinette couldn’t help but snort at the color choice, sending her dad a knowing look that he dutifully ignored. Carefully removing the bow and unwrapping it, she opened the box to see two little silver, bat-shaped hair pins. Carefully taking them out, she could feel that they were real metal, and surprisingly sharp.

“You can wear them however you want in your hair, to hold your bangs back or in your pigtails,” Brice decided to explain. “They have trackers in them—no, don’t give me that look. They only activate if you tap SOS on one of them. If you hold down the back of the clip, you can extend small blades if you ever need to cut yourself out of a trap or defend yourself.”

“You gave me mini batarangs for my hair,” Marinette teased, but immediately clipped them to her pigtails. “I love them. Ready for patrol?”

“Whenever you are,” he agreed before pulling his cowl back down.

One transformation and some travel later, and they were at the Eiffel Tower to plan their route.

“Obviously, Paris is too big for me to patrol the whole place on my own alongside school and Akumas,” Ladybug explained. “Even with Chat Noir’s help, it’s too big. So, just like you guys back in Gotham, we have routes that we rotate out. But the police here actually do their job and can handle most criminals, so our patrols follow a different logic than in Gotham.”

Batman nodded, holding his chin as he considered that. “That makes sense. Instead of focusing so much on the more crime-heavy parts of the city, especially since Hawkmoth hasn’t akumatized any criminals yet, it makes more sense to focus on areas around schools, tourist sites and other hotspots for recreation, and the general residential area.”

Marinette nodded. After talking a bit more about how she and Chat normally patrolled, and why, they actually hit the rooftops. It only took thirty minutes before Marinette had to intervene, grabbing Batman’s shoulder before he could punch a purse snatcher. The criminal in question, clutching a sparkly holographic purse in utter terror, couldn’t even muster the courage to run in the face of the famous Dark Knight. Ladybug glared at the older hero for a second before turning to the thief and shrugging with a lopsided smile.

“Sorry, he’s still not used to Parisian crime stopping. I’m reigning him in though, no worries,” she assured him. Just as the thief began to back away though, her yo-yo sprung out and wrapped him up head to toe, allowing Ladybug to grab the purse with a smile. “Thank you, I’ll take that. Remember Batman, minimal force. This isn’t Crime Alley.”

Batman grumbled. “It was just gonna be one punch,” as he zip tied the guy and dragged him to the corner for the police to pick up. Ladybug returned the purse.

“See? A daytime patrol isn’t that bad,” Ladybug remarked as she ran over the rooftops with Batman, deciding that sticking closer to her dad was more important than going as fast as possible. Batman grunted, but Ladybug saw his minuscule grin.

“I still prefer the night.”

“Only because you don’t stick out like a sore thumb at night,” she teased. And then the Akuma Alarm went off.

—*—*—*—*—*

Marinette panted as she lay sprawled over her bed, catching her breath. Bruce was slumped in her computer chair, cowl off and head curving over the top of the headrest. After a moment, Marinette spoke up;

“You look peaceful.”

“When I’m winded?” He cracked an eye open to shoot her a tired but still deadpan look. She snorted.

“No. With your eyes closed. And cheer up, it was only Gigantitan. Not anywhere near the worst we could have gotten.”

“I think you’re forgetting that I don’t have magic helping me out. Fighting giant children is not something I do often.”

“Oh please, you’ve fought way worse.”

“... that is true.”

“Dad?”

“Mmhmm?”

“Thanks.”

“Of course. Want to go back to Gotham with me and get ice cream before you have to be back for dinner?”

“Read my mind.”

—*—*—*—*—*

hi! Let me clarify something real quick guys. These one shots are for Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month. Meaning, there are 30 prompts, one for each day of september. These one shots will NOT be connected unless previously stated! This one, as you could probably tell, has NOTHING to do with the story for Day 1. I’m just exploring a bunch of possibilities and letting my imagination run wild for these. Nonetheless, I will definitely tag you if you want. Thanks!

@momothefemur @ladybug-182 @starlightshield @trippingovermyfeet @greatcatblaze

[solomontoaster]

Rating: Mature  Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply  Category: M/M Fandom: The Terror (TV 2018)  Relationship: James Fitzjames/Thomas Jopson  Characters: James Fitzjames (1813-c.1848), Thomas Jopson, Francis Crozier, Henry T. D. Le Vesconte, Charles Frederick Des Voeux, Graham Gore, John Bridgens, Henry "Harry" Peglar, Background & Cameo Characters Additional Tags: Prostitution, Major Illness, Hurt/Comfort, Whump with a happy ending, Eventual Happy Ending, Recovery, Class Differences, Denial of Feelings, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Slow Burn, Tenderness, Getting to Know Each Other, Falling In Love, Period Typical Attitudes, Background Relationships, bridglar, gorevoeux, armitozer, Rossier, the coninghams - Freeform Summary: When James Fitzjames is dragged to a frankly obscene party by George Barrow barely a week before he sails for the Northwest Passage, his attention is drawn to one of the male prostitutes working the event.

Thomas Jopson, trying to make it through one final night of sex work before signing on to serve under Captain Crozier again, ends the evening indebted to a kind and considerate Naval officer who offers his assistance following an altercation with a guest.Neither man expects to see the other again.

—

A story of survival against the odds, class divides, chipping away at walls, and learning to accept care and affection from those who love you. 

~~~

My @theterrorbigbang fic is the longest single piece of fiction I’ve ever written, eclipsing my previous fanfiction record of 26k wth my 2020 joplittle exchange fic by a good 44K. I am immensely proud of what I’ve accomplished and I hope you all enjoy it.

In addition to the tags there are added warnings at the end of each chapter. I tried to be thorough, but if you feel I’ve missed something please don’t hesitate to message me or mention it in a comment and I’ll add it to the chapter.

There’s also an accompanying fic playlist you can listen to for added emotions.

Lastly, I could not have done it without the incredible support of @bluebacchus, @annecoulmanross, Acephalous, the whole big bang server, and my wonderful, wonderful artist @mitarashi8 . Your art is so wonderful, I still can’t get over it.

I had several fic options I was waffling between and while this one was the one that I had the most inspiration for, I had so much anxiety about the whole conceit and rare pair making it too unappealing that I considered dropping it for the fic options that had less whump and a more mainstream pairing (fitzier or solving). All things considered, without the support of everyone I really don’t think I would have finished.

[wipbigbang]

Out of the Shadows

Art Work by: Kingstoken

Fandom: SEAL Team (TV)/The Old Guard Crossover

Link: A03

Summary:

Joe had been undercover for the last six months posing as a member of Al-Qaeda when he encounters two major problems: 1) the US military has surveillance in the area and 2) his fellow terrorists having been kidnapping young women and children for the purposes of sex-trafficking.

As the rest of Joe’s team arrives to assist in the take-down, they are discovered by the elite Bravo team.

Will the two teams be able to work together to save the day?

Warnings: Mature content, canon-typical violence, swearing, terrorism

Characters: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani, Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Clay Spenser, Trent Sawyer, Andy |Andromache of Scythia, Nile Freeman, Jason Hayes, Mandy Ellis, Brock Reynolds

Pairings: Joe | Yusuf Al-Kaysani/Nicky | Nicolò di Genova, Trent Sawyer/Clay Spenser

When I Started: December 7, 2020

How I Lost My Shit: I got distracted by the SEAL Team Week prompts in January and then FebuWhump 2021, and then never looked back. I knew this was going to be a more involved work than some of my other fics (I normally write short fics) and I think that intimidated me away from it.

How I Finished My Shit: A fellow author and friend told me about this great event (the WIP Big Bang) and I knew it would be a big push to help me finish this. And it worked - although I still procrastinated right to the end!

[wish-on-a-wing]

It's dark; a deep, obsidian, resounding darkness, the kind that makes you think pitch black can somehow possess shades and shadows. Alex can’t remember where he is or how he got there. Sounds and shapes dance around the edges of his cognition, but the more he tries to make sense of it, the more it all seems to get away from him. He can’t see his hands and legs – or feel them, for that matter. It's not that his body's gone, not entirely. He feels more… afloat. Afloat, disconnected, and entirely alone. The darkness seems to encompass him, seems to move around him, whispering terrors directly into his mind, trying to lure him further into oblivion.

Alex can’t make out what the voices are saying, but the blurry images that appear to take up his memory are threatening to drive him mad. If he could just listen in a little better… if he could just give in, succumb, only for a moment, let himself be drowned by the shadows and murmurs that long to take him with them… no. He needs to snap out of it. He needs to organize his thoughts and form a plan.

Then, far away, echoing in the endless space around him, Alex hears something. The one voice that always felt like home, even when that home seemed broken beyond repair. The one voice that always managed to soothe his spirit, even when his brain was screaming with frustration.

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This fic was written for Roswell New Mexico Big Bang 2020 @rnmbb​.

A massive thank you to the incredibely talented @darlingnotso​, who created the beautiful header for the fic, as well as these two amazing gifsets. Your art took my breath away, your attention to detail just brought the quotes to life. I'm so grateful for your patience, your cheering on in this process and everything you created!

Shout-out to my amazing friends who beta'd this work: @briefly-be​, who has been accompanying me on this journey since it was a barely-formed idea - you're incredible, this would not have gotten written without you; and @straperine​, my knight in shining armor, who came to my aid even though they're not even in this fandom. I'm so lucky to have both of you in my life.

[vikkicomics]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: The Terror (TV 2018) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Thomas Jopson/Lt Edward Little, Sgt Solomon Tozer/Robert Jopson, Thomas Jopson & Robert Jopson, Thomas Jopson & Sgt Solomon Tozer, Lt George Hodgson & Lt John Irving & Lt Edward Little, Lt John Irving & Thomas Jopson, Lt George Hodgson & Thomas Jopson, Thomas Jopson & Neptune, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Thomas Jopson, Lt Edward Little, Robert Jopson, Sgt Solomon Tozer, Lt John Irving, Lt George Hodgson, Captain Francis Crozier, Thomas Blanky, James Fitzjames (1813-c.1848), Lady Silence | Silna, Original Male Character(s), Sarah Jopson, Cornelius Hickey Additional Tags: Heavily Inspired by American McGee's Alice and Madness Returns, also Lewis Carroll's Alice Adventures in Wonderland, Dark Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Gaslamp Fantasy, Alternate Universe - Steampunk, Reincarnation, Disabled Character, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Mental Health Issues, Memory Dissociation, Eating Disorders, Whump, Filial Piety, Parent-Child Relationship, Protective Siblings, Brotherhood, Loyalty, Found Family, Family Dynamics, Family Feels, Survivor Guilt, Forgiveness, Survival Horror, War, Winter, Gore, Starvation, Action/Adventure, Banter, Spirit Animals, Dark Magic, Elemental Magic, Self-Sacrifice, Non-Linear Flashback Memories, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Most Chapters Are Rated T to M for Violence, Rating May Change, theterrorbigbang2020 late entry Series: Part 2 of A Sigh Escapes From Heaven Summary:

Spring of 1881 – Thomas Jopson, burning with childlike curiosity, pursued a strange rabbit-man into the forest and down the rabbit-hole. He arrived to an alleged paradise damned by winter and curses, as he was plagued by the wrecking memories of a dead Prince who bore his face.

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@Terror Big Bang 2020 Late Entry

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I'm sharing @captain-eaifreiheit​ 's wonderful big bang entry with the artwork I did for it. (From my phone which is a bit confusing for me, blame my land lady.) 

I know this is pretty late.

[eaifreiheit]

I love him and his voice.

[findingtheperfectcharacter]

Writers block

Unsymptober day 4!

@unsympathetic-october-2020

Tw: Unsympathetic Virgil, Sympathetic Roman, Roman Angst

"Who'd read this crud?" Virgil snickered as he read the first line of Roman's concept. Roman sighed and put down his pen, so it was gonna be one of those days huh?

"It's a heartwarming tale -"

"It's cliche." He rolled his eyes, "Oh wow, 5 high schoolars from different social backgrounds are forced to work together. Real original stuff here Breakfast Club. What's next, a prince saving a princess from mortal terror."

Roman shook his head, it's okay, he knows what he's doing he can get this to work. He can work past Virgil's brown eyes hard and cold as steel refusing to let him in. He can show him how this was going ti work, It's not just the concept! It's the characters." He quickly found the folder with some of his basic sketches... He'll admit that he'd thrown a few of these into Thomas's mind when he slept but if he could let Virgil get them through so he and Thomas could expand on them-

"No."

Roman stopped in his mental tracks, "What? You can't just... Say no?! Virgil," he could feel a lump start to form in his throat. Don't cry Roman, don't cry right now he'll make fun of you for being so sensitive and than you'll never manage to get this idea to Thomas. "Virgil I-I know you don't think this idea looks good enough, but I worked really hard creating it! I think it might finally be our big one, our final effort to being knighted as the greatest creative minds that have ever lived."

Virgil sighed and put a hand on Roman's shoulder, "Princey, Princey, Princey. Of course you think that, you're Thomas's hopes and dreams or whatever. But reality check, your ideas are stupid." Roman flinched.

"And bad." It was getting harder to keep his tears from welling up in his eyes, his head started to pound from how hard he was clenching his jaw.

"And they're not going to get us anywhere. You might as well throw these out because I can’t imagine anyone caring about this.” Roman nodded, and put the folder back in his drawer, “Right. You’re right of course.” 

Of course he was right. What was he even thinking! He took a second to glance at his main heroine, yeah who’d care about her secret stamp collecting hobby and how she’d use it to bond with the foreign exchange student- who’d even make it that far! It was too boring. He swallowed, he could do way better than this!

He gave a small smile, “I’ll start preparing something new, something better! Something worthy of showing to Thomas, and maybe.” He did sparkle hands around his face, “The world.” He hated how much his voice shook despite his attempts to keep it stable. 

Virgil looked at his nails, “Yeah, I’m kind of starting to doubt that. How long have you been trying to find this mystical wonderful worthwhile story anyway?” Romans took a shuddered breath, don’tcrydon’tcrydon’tcry-

“Our entire lives, and everything that’s come out of it has been trash. Yeah we have what a few dozen 12 year old kids who are deluded into thinking your work is worthwhile, but that’s about it.” He shrugged, “Let’s be honest, you’re just not good at this whole ‘creating’ thing.” 

Roman couldn’t help himself, he tried to blink them away but the tears just fell down his face with the force and heat of flaming arrows attacking a castle.

Virgil rolled his eyes, “Oh great, here come the waterworks, look Roman I’m just telling the truth.” 

He’s right, he’s right, he’s not doing anything wrong. He’s just trying to help and here Roman was crying like some sort of child. 

“Why do you have to be so sensitive?” 

Why couldn’t he just stop crying and listen? Everything was blurring around him, Virgil’s naturally quiet voice boomed around his head cracking his skull? Was that why his head hurt so much? Or maybe it was his stupid crying, stupid, stupid, why couldn’t he just stop.

Virgil rolled his eyes, “Whatever. Tell me when you have a better idea. Or if you decide to quit so we can finally move on with our lives from this illusion. See ya.”

Roman heard the door to his room close behind him as Virgil left. He stumbled back to his desk, and with a shaky hand picked up his folder again. He hated it. He hated that he tried, he hated that he was wasting his time and Thomas’s time and everyone’s time with this worthless piece of junk. He needed to get rid of it. He walked over to the fireplace in the corner of his room and threw it in. The fireplace lit up with a pink light. In the smoke he saw the final remains of the concept, the Indian exchange student with cute braided hair, the heroine sharing her stamp collection with her, small moments and random words that he was inspired by.

Moments that would now never see the light of day.

He took another breath, his lungs felt exhausted and heavy, “Alright Roman, new-new starts. You’ve done this before. By the snakes of Medusa you’re the Prince of Creativity! If anyone can make a good story in this place it’s you! Who even are you if you can’t.” He nodded to himself and moved his chair to sit at his desk. He cracked his knuckles. “Time to try again.”

He stared at the blank piece of paper in front of him, pen in hand ready to right.

He stared at the blank piece of paper.

He stared

He

H

He couldn’t. 

His brain felt empty. Why-

He banged his head on his desk?

Who was he if he couldn’t even create?

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Thomas blinked as he sat in front of the blank word document. It was so weird, he could have sworn a second ago he had a hint of an idea. Something about... Stamps? No stickers? He moved his hand over his keyboard but for some reason nothing was coming to him. In fact, writing felt like a really bad idea right now. It felt wrong, he felt... Tired. Forget it, even if it wasn’t a great use of time, at least eating Cheetoes and watching Youtube videos would make him feel better.

Stupid writers block.

[rahabs]

2020 creator wrap: favourite works 🖤

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (or so) favourite works that you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works.

tagged by @howevernot , who is an absolute sweetheart 🖤 Thank you!  I have created many, many works this year, and have written and created more than I have since... 2016, I believe, or thereabouts.  It has been an incredibly year for me from a creator standpoint and I have met so many wonderful new people as I dipped my wide duck feet into the Northwest Passage that is The Terror, all of whom made the absolute mess that was 2020 not only bearable but exciting and fun at times.  Thank you all so much!  Words cannot even express my gratitude.

1. the paths of glory lead but to the grave (fanfiction, rated M; the terror; joplittle, 28k; art masterpost)

This fic was my pinch-hit for the Terror Big Bang this year, and marked the first time I’d ever had the privilege of participating in a Big Bang in all my years of writing fanfiction.  I had missed the initial sign-ups because I was in the middle of my 1L exams when it was announced, and was very disappointed.  Imagine my surprise and happiness when I was contacted in what I believe was late July, asking if I would be interested in pinch-hitting!  I agreed, was paired with a phenomenal artist, and somehow by the grace of all that is holy managed to write just under 30k of joplittle angst in under a month.  It’s not my most popular piece (probably one of my least popular pieces by kudos and comments, if not the least), but it is the one I am most proud of all the same.

In 1851, a small fleet under the command of Captain Horatio Thomas Austin located the survivors of the ill-fated Franklin Expedition and brought twenty-some corpse-like figures back to England.  Given temporary leave to recuperate in the countryside following their ordeal, Edward Little and Thomas Jopson attempt to reconcile the past with the present and the fact that not all the ice was left behind in the Arctic.

Or, nearly 30k of survivor's guilt, intimacy, the softness and tragedy of the human connection, and learning to forgive.

“The men on Beechey,” Captain William Penney had asked him tentatively before they’d left King William Island, the two brigs under his command floating beyond Resolute’s sturdy decks, “who were they?”

Edward had thought back to those graves, dug deliberately into the frozen ground and lovingly, mournfully filled and marked; had thought about the care shown those young men, whom they had all thought to have the devil’s own luck at the time.  He’d then thought of another man, buried alone in a wild and savage land with nothing to mark his resting place; of weathered bones and lonely stones, and the ghost of a man who had only ever wanted to be seen consigned to an anonymous oblivion.

He never asked what it was that William Penney had seen in his face; had never asked what had made Alexander Stewart take the smallest of steps back as Edward’d said, simply:

“The lucky ones.”

2. labefaction (fanfiction, rated M; the terror; joplittle, 5k+)

This was me wanting to put Thomas Jopson in a dress and have Edward Little slide his hands up his skirts, but it sort of turned into a surreal little piece set during Fitzjames’ Carnivale in a universe where Crozier recovered early enough for him and Thomas to decide to attend.  Featuring Fitzjames also in the dress canon denied us, and yes, Edward’s hands up Thomas’ skirts :’) A fun little romp.

In the surreal realm of Fitzjames' Carnivale, Edward Little and Thomas Jopson share a dance.

Please, Thomas thought wildly, his own hands reaching out to grip the front of Edward’s vest and haul him forward, pressing as close as he could, desperate for the contact, the heat.  It was everything he had built up in his head, and yet it was nothing like that at all, and he wondered for a brief moment if it was even real, or if it was just another illusion of this place.

A gust of wind from the outside was like a bucket of cold water, but instead of deterring him, it only made Thomas more determined for contact, for the heat and warmth of the man in front of him, who was pushing him back, back, until his spine connected with one of the wooden supports and Thomas broke the kiss with a gasp, quickly swallowed.  There was a hand at his hip, at his skirts, sliding up against the thigh of the leg he’d hooked around Little’s waist, cold against his flushed skin.  The chill was delicious, and he craved more, just like he craved more of Edward’s gaze upon him, only him.  You’ve been seen, he thought, no, no.

Yes.

3. we are gone (playlist, spotify; the terror; surreal; 2h+)

The playlist I originally made while writing my TBB fic (linked above).  I was asked to post it, and so I did after making a quick album cover for it.  I am ridiculously proud of it, and was surprised by the positive feedback it received!  My personal favourite tracks include the opening track (Traust, by Heilung) and Myrkr, by Heldom.  Also ft. a couple songs by The Amazing Devil.

4. the ruin within (fanfiction, rated E; the terror; joplittle, 9k+)

This was my fic for the Joplittle Fall Fic Exchange, my first fic exchange in almost five years!  Because of how my pinch-hit for the TBB played out time-wise, I didn’t get to start on this one until a week before it was due, and I am honestly still very pleased with the results!  I wrote it for someone who wrote one of my all-time favourite joplittle fics, too, so that was an extra treat for me!

As preparations for Fitzjames' Carnivàle get underway, Edward Little offers to teach Thomas the quadrille.  Thomas just hopes he can survive the lieutenant's hands on him with his control intact and his secrets in check.

“And if I did?  If I wished it?  Alone, here, with you?”

There was that thing in Little’s face again, in the set of those cupid’s bow lips, swimming just below a surface that was not nearly as blank as most people believed, and Thomas, his own attentions sharp as a blade, made reckless by God only knew, pressed himself that much closer until—

A flicker.  A crack in the wall, in the foundation, in Little’s eyes, which widened just the slightest bit as they caught on his hands resting against Thomas’ waist, on Thomas’ mouth, and Thomas, never as good a man as he should have been and selfish besides, rested his hands on Little’s broad shoulders, took the sharp blade of want in his own chest, and plunged it into Little’s own without hesitation and without mercy.

“Oh, Lieutenant,” he whispered, leaning up, his mouth by Little’s ear as the man all but trembled in his arms, “I’m not that kind of girl.”

5. this colourless light (fanfiction, rated E; the terror; joplittle, nearly 5k)

This was just something I could not get out of my head, and that I wrote for fun.  It was, as I stated in the fic’s notes, entirely self-indulgent.  Entirely.  I just wanted some softness and tenderness, and so I gave it to myself, as I had been having a very bad week.  I really do like how it came out!

Thomas Jopson takes care of a frozen Edward Little, and an Arctic whiskey caper ends tenderly.

“My love, my own love,” Thomas was whispering, the words only half-spoken as Edward continued to kiss him, still shuddering, still shaking, the wool blanket heavy where it was still draped over them.   Edward slipped his hands up that trembling stomach, through the mess left there, a hot claim that he smeared over soft skin.

Honourary mention also goes to would you gain the tender creature, which I wrote in response to a prompt and which remains a personal favourite of mine, but that has featured in lists before so I figured I would spotlight some newer fics!

I am tagging @allegoriesinmediasres, @jamesclarkross, @rosewaterhag, @proudspires, @derry-rain, @thekenobee, @caravaggiosbrushes, @longstoryshortikilledhim, @distantsnows, @judiejodia, and any friends/mutuals/non-mutuals who see this and wish to participate, because I always forget to tag a couple of people despite my best efforts 🖤

[fireflowersims]

Simblreen 2020 Day 1: Tales of the Sands - Statuesque

“Welcome traveler. Come on, sit down, Let me tell you a Tale of a lost place, hidden in the Sands. They say there’s a palace where lifelike sand-statues litter the halls. Their faces frozen in terror and agony, it seems like they were fighting a battle they couldn’t possibly hope to win. Whatever malevolent entity did this, is long gone, but still, traveler, beware of the Sands.“

Welcome to Simblreen 2020 everyone! We’re starting off with a bang this time, with a big set of conversions from Prince of Persia: Forgotten Sands. You not only get 56 walls, 56 floors and 8 terrains, but you also get 4 new fences, a new dome in 3 sizes, 10 sand statues (all slaved of course), a sandy recolor of the Soul Cairn bone piles from the previous simblreen (link) and some nice recolors of Phaenoh’s floor overlays.

Basically, you get a nice package of stuff. As usual, everything has been compressorized. The master files have been included as are two collection files.

Download Mirror

Credits: Ubisoft for the meshes and textures Michelle for the fence meshes (1) (2) Phaenoh for the floor overlays

Simblreen 2020 Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Bonus Weekend 1 | Bonus Weekend 2

UPDATE APRIL 8 2021: The domes were throwing errors. Please redownload.

[expectingtofly]

made of love

1049 words, Tumblr, AO3

Established Dean/Cas, Post 15x18, Dean is Loved and Loves, John’s A+ Parenting, just a lil reflection of love and its complexities <3

Stuck in Traffic

1.3k, Tumblr, AO3

Established Dean/Cas, Toddler Jack, Fluff, Roadtrips, Dean can draw, Fun in the Impala

love etched into his ribs

600 words, Tumblr, AO3

Established Dean/Cas, Toddler Jack, Fluff, Cas and Dean are in Love, Jack loves dinos, Dadstiel

First Day Jitters

1.7k, Tumblr, AO3

Established Dean/Cas, Toddler Jack, Fluff, Jack’s first day of kindergarten, Dean and Cas cry a lot, Dadstiel, Overprotective Parenting

When Peaches Fly

1.2k, Tumblr, AO3

Established Dean/Cas, Toddler Jack, Dadstiel, Fluff, Farmer’s Market shenanigans

angel in the garden

739 words, Tumblr, AO3

Established Dean/Cas, Fluff, Cas Gardening, Post-Canon, Dean and Cas in love

Painted Nails and Pride

2k, T, Tumblr, AO3

Established Dean/Cas, Internal Homophobia, John’s A+ Parenting, Found Family, Dean’s 1st Pride, Happy Ending

Not-So-Easy-Bake Oven

2k, T, Tumblr, AO3

Established Dean/Cas, Toddler Jack, Fluff Without Plot, Baking Conundrums

What It Means to Love

3k, T, Tumblr, AO3

Hurt/Comfort, Established Dean/Cas, Post-Canon, Canon Divergent, Human!Cas, Fluff, Caring Dean

finally free, they drive

2.8k, G, Tumblr, AO3

Fluff, Established Dean/Cas, Post-Canon, Canon Divergent, Everyone Lives and is Happy, Roadtrip, Diners, Human!Castiel, Cas and Dean in Love

Hold on Tight

2.8k, T, Tumblr, AO3

Fluff, Established Dean/Cas, Baby Jack, Beach Trip, Protective Dean Winchester

Incident at Playgroup

2.8k, T, Tumblr, AO3

Fluff, Established Dean/Cas, Baby Jack, Dean and Cas Terrorize Other Parents, Dadstiel, Sam is Not Amused

Take a Load Off

2.5k, T, Tumblr, AO3

Fluff, Established Dean/Cas, Domestic Destiel, Human Cas, Anxious Dean, Cas Buys Dean a Weighted Blanket

one month

530 words, G, Tumblr

Fluff, Dean and Cas Celebrate Their 1 Month Wedding Anniversary, Dean Brings Cas Breakfast in Bed, Dean and Cas in Love, Dean and Cas are Saps

Drive Me Crazy

36.5k, E, AO3

Trucker AU, Trucker!Dean, Trucker!Cas, Dean and Cas are Idiots, Dean and Cas Fall in Love, Sharing A Bed, Mutual Pining, Dean Winchester is Bad at Feelings, Inspired by Orville Peck’s song “Drive Me, Crazy,” DCRB 2021

honeymoon

716 words, G, AO3, Tumblr

Fluff, Dean and Cas on Their Honeymoon, Dean and Cas in Love, Dean Can’t Believe How Lucky He Is

Not Jealous (Okay, Maybe a Little... Maybe a Lot)

8.1k, T, AO3, Tumblr 

Fluff, TFW Gets A Visit From the Djinn Queen, Dean is Jealous, Set in S13, Dean is Bad With Feelings and Words

Only an Angel

43k, E, AO3

Time Travel, S4 Cas meets S1 Dean, Case Fic, First Times, Angelic Grace Kink, Profound Bond, Coda for in between S4 and S5

Sign Here

4k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Modern Setting AU, Meet-Cute, Fluff, Dean Is a UPS driver, Cas and Dean Are Idiots, Gabe Tries to Intervene, Castiel Likes to Garden, Falling in Love

January 24th

2.3k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Dean’s Birthday, Established Dean/Cas, Post Canon, Canon Divergent, Human!Castiel, Mild Angst (in beginning), Fluff, Happy Ending, Dean is Loved

Home for Christmas

1.7k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Holiday Themed Fluff, Established Dean/Cas, Post Canon, Canon Divergent, Domestic Destiel, Cas and Dean Live in A House Together, Cas is Very Emotional and When He Cries, Dean Cries, SPN Advent Calendar 2020

Just You

960 words, T, AO3, Tumblr

Holiday Themed Fluff, Established Dean/Cas, Human!Castiel, Castiel Struggles with Being Human, Dean Gets a Paper Cut and is Muy Dramático, SPN Advent Calendar 2020

All Yours

2k, T, AO3, Tumblr

15x19 Coda, Fix-It, Love Confession, Dean and Cas in Love, Lazy Mornings, Dean and Cas Are Saps, Fluff, SPN Advent Calendar 2020

Can’t Take My Eyes Off You

1k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Holiday Themed Fluff, Established Dean/Cas, Dean and Cas Being Dorks, Sam and Jack Are So Done, Snowball Fight, SPN Advent Calendar 2020

Dancing in the Square

1.3k, G, AO3, Tumblr

Holiday Themed Fluff, Established Dean/Cas, Post 15x20, Canon Divergent, Dean and Cas Slow Dance, Christmas Tree Lighting, SPN Advent Calendar 2020

Fuck Mistletoe

2k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Holiday Themed Fluff, Established Dean/Cas, Post 15x20, Canon Divergent, Human!Cas, Dean and Cas Figuring Out How to Be a Couple, Dean Hangs Mistletoe, Cas Is a Little Oblivious, SPN Advent Calendar 2020

It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

566 words, G, AO3, Tumblr

Holiday Themed Fluff, Established Dean/Cas, Post 15x20, Canon Divergent, Human!Cas, Dean and Cas Drive in the Impala and Listen to Christmas Music, SPN Advent Calendar 2020

Tradition (or, Two Hunters, a Former Angel, and the God of the Universe Walk into a Kitchen...)

1k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Holiday Themed Fluff, Established Dean/Cas, Post 15x20, Canon Divergent, Human!Cas, TFW 2.0 Bake Christmas Cookies Together (with less than perfect results), SPN Advent Calendar 2020

Because I Like You

632, G, AO3, Tumblr

Holiday Themed Fluff, Established Dean/Cas, Post 15x20, Canon Divergent, Human!Cas, Castiel and Dean Watch TV, SPN Advent Calendar 2020

One Hell (Heaven?) of a Situation

2.6k, T, AO3, Tumblr

15x20 Coda, Fix-It, Jimmy Novak and Kansas are in Heaven, Fluff and Crack, Love Confession, Dean and Cas need to use their words

Eternity

1.3k, T, AO3, Tumblr

15x20 Coda, Fix-It, Love Confession, Romantic Fluff, Slow Dancing, Forehead Touching, Dean and Cas Get The Ending They Deserve

While You Sleep

1.5k, G, AO3, Tumblr

Angst, Pining, Cas watches over Dean, Profound Bond, The Handprint, Cas has doubts

Angel in a Hoodie

1.5k, G, AO3, Tumblr

Mutual Pining, Fluff, Angst, Dean and Cas Go Shopping, Dean and Cas Need to Use Their Words, Cas Wears an Oversized Hoodie

Reunion

2k, G, AO3, Tumblr

15x18 Coda, Angst, Dean Prays to Cas, Dean Rescues Cas, Happy Ending, Forehead Touching, Love Confession

Wicked Game

104k, E, AO3

Western AU, Enemies to Lovers, Canon-Typical Violence, Period-Typical Homophobia, Dub Con, Sexual Tension, Top Cas/Bottom Dean, Outlaw Dean and Cas, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Angst, Pining, Eventual Fluff, Dean/Cas Big Bang 2020

completely, perfectly, incandescently happy

1k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Dean and Cas Watch Pride and Prejudice, Established Dean/Cas, Domestic Fluff, Bisexual Dean, Dean and Cas Are Saps

The Cost of Happiness

1.5k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Cas’ Deal With the Empty, Angst, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Implied MCD

when Castiel heals him, Dean feels warm

.5k, G, AO3, Tumblr

Angelic Healing, Pining, Holding Hands, Profound Bond, Inspired By that 15x8 moment where Dean and Cas come this close to holding hands

Relief

3k, T, AO3, Tumblr

First Kiss, Hurt/Comfort, Angelic Healing, Angst, Mutual Pining, Sam is Essentially a Relationship Counselor, Love Confessions, Weakened Grace

The Ranger and The Tourist

1k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Real World AU, Meet-Cute, Park Ranger Dean, Tourist Gabriel and Cas

How to Say I Love You With Socks

2k, G, AO3, Tumblr

Mutual Pining, Fluff (so much fluff), Socks are Dean and Cas’ Love Language, First Kiss, Profound Bond

The Archer and The Squire

85k, M, AO3

Robin Hood AU, Medieval AU, First Kiss, First Love, Slow Burn, Period-Typical Homophobia, Mix of SPN and Robin Hood Characters, Squire!Cas, Fluff, Pining

Proposal in the Produce Aisle

2k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Established Dean/Cas, Domestic Fluff, Marriage Proposal, Dean and Cas Go Grocery Shopping, Dean and Cas Need to Use Their Words, Sam is Essentially a Marriage Counselor

Like Looking in a Mirror... Or Not? 

3k, E, AO3, Tumblr

15x13 Coda, Established Dean/Cas, Dean/HunterCorp!Dean, Awkward Sexual Situations, Doppelganger Sex, PWP

This Charming Man 

5k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Meet-Cute, College AU, College Student Cas, Roofer Dean, Based Off the Song “This Charming Man” by The Smiths, ficwip5k 2020 Challenge

Morning Confessions (or, Waking Up Next to an Angel) 

1k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Mutual Pining, Castiel and Dean Use Their Words, Sharing a Bed, Falling in Love, Angel Wings, Castiel Watches Over Dean

When Parents Come to Visit (or, The Shittiest Anniversary Ever) 

5k, E, AO3, Tumblr

Established Dean/Cas, Roommates AU, College AU, Coming Out, Fluff, Light BDSM, Top Castiel/Bottom Dean, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, ficwip5k 2020 Challenge

The Accidental Prayer 

2k, E, AO3, Tumblr

Accidental Voyeurism, Masturbation, Castiel and Dean Use Their Words, (Accidentally) Praying to Castiel, Mutual Pining

My Darling, My Dearest, My Dear 

1k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Established Dean/Cas, Fluff, watching Dr. Sexy M.D., Jack Kline, Choosing Pet Names For Each Other

The Fortune Teller 

3k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Real World AU, Beach Vacation, Palm Reader!Cas, Love Cynic Dean, Background Sam/Eileen, Stay At Home Challenge Week 10, Based Off the Song “The Fortune Teller” by Robert Plant and Alison Krauss

When Angels Wear Flannel 

5k, T, AO3, Tumblr

Post-Purgatory, Cas Wears Dean’s Clothes, Hunter!Castiel, Case Fic, Pining, Stay At Home Challenge Week 9

Hope in the Form of One Small Bee 

1.5k, G, AO3, Tumblr

Established Relationship, Depressed Castiel, Caring Dean, Fluff, Angst, Set Sometime in S9, Hopeful Ending, Stay At Home Challenge Week 8

Just For Tonight 

3k, T, AO3, Tumblr

9x6 Coda, The Missing HoursTM, Mutual Pining, Angst, Fluff, Human!Cas, SPN Stay At Home Challenge Week 7

In All the Universes 

3k, T, AO3, Tumblr

15x13 Coda, HunterCorp!Winchesters, Jealous Dean, Established Relationship, Fluff, a lil crack, SPN Stay At Home Challenge Week 6

Sutter Creek 

66k, M, AO3

Western AU, Canon-Typical Violence, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing a Bed, Angst, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Happy Ending

[bts-fic-collection]

any good new bottom yoongi 😣?

Sure! :)

The Sacrament (is you) by Candybones

Rating: M

Pairings: Jungkook/Yoongi

Status: Complete

Word count: 19,889

Summary: Longtime friend and roadie of the band BANG, Jeongguk, doesn't realize how many of the band's love songs are written about him.

Jeongguk grew up with the sound of punk and grunge music coming from the garage next door, anarchy rules his youth. Four-member band BANG terrorized their quiet little town until they moved on to the big city, Jeongguk follows them to become an unmissable part of the road crew. Until he gets the chance of a lifetime and moves to Japan to become a tattoo artist.

During his absence, his childhood crush and keyboardist of the band, Yoongi, started writing songs about heartbreak - Jeongguk wonders why.

Jeongguk is in denial of his feelings for most of this fic.

Parasite Eve by junwoo

Rating: E

Pairings: Jungkook/Hoseok/Yoongi

Status: Complete

Word count: 23,214

Summary: Being locked in a small apartment with two insufferable roommates was not what Yoongi expected in his pathetic and boring life, but the coronavirus lockdown wasn't what anyone expected from 2020 either, so… There was nothing else to do except try to survive without going crazy, right?

[A story about Min Yoongi who found his salvation in people he theoretically hated and about a couple, who saw something more in their roommate than just an introverted, grumpy nerd.]

Leave it to me by cheesuga

Rating: E

Pairings: Taehyung/Yoongi

Status: Complete

Word count: 8,018

Summary: Taehyung has a hot new neighbor next door. He’s never had sex with another guy before, but Jimin tells him to go for it anyway.

So he does.

Fights of passion by Bandit4Life

Rating: Not rated

Pairings: Taehyung/Yoongi

Status: Complete

Word count: 64,008

Summary: Immature. Hot-headed. Arrogant. Self-centered. Narcissistic.

That’s Kim Taehyung who’s about to start his first season as a kickboxer in the pro league. Enter his brand new coach. Min Yoongi is not one to fuck around with and he reverts to unusual tactics to make Taehyung the fighter and person he’s meant to be.

Who doesn't want to see a big, bad kickboxer practice dressed as a cute, little bunny?

Taehyung despises Yoongi.

[mostlysignssomeportents]

Trudeau promises massive covid stimulus

Canadian Prime Ministers have a fun gambit: when things start to go really badly for them, they "prorogue" (suspend) Parliament, which dissolves all committees, inquiries, etc, until such time as they are ready to reconvene, with a tabula rasa.

Most egregiously, the far-right asshole and climate criminal Stephen Harper prorogued Parliament in the middle of the 2008 Great Financial Crisis in order to avoid a no-confidence vote that would have triggered new elections.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008%E2%80%932009_Canadian_parliamentary_dispute

While this DID save Harper's bacon, it also left Canada without a legislature during a global crisis that threatened the nation's entire future. It was a crazed, reckless thing to do.

Canada has a safeguard to prevent this kind of gambit: as a constitutional monarchy, Canadian parliamentary manoeuvres have to receive the Crown's blessing, in the form of assent from the Governor General, the Queen's rep to Canada.

This is the sober, apolitical adult supervision that fans of constitutional monarchies are always banging on about, and then-Governor General Michaëlle Jean completely failed to do her fucking job, leaving Canada without a Parliament during the GFC. She literally had one job.

Proroguing Parliament didn't just save Harper from a no-confidence vote: it also dissolved all the Parliamentary inquiries underway at the time, including the "Afghan detainee transfer" affair, which was investigating Canadian forces' complicity in the torture-murder of POWs.

In many ways, Trudeau is the anti-Harper: a charismatic Liberal who tells refugees they're welcome in Canada, marches with Greta Thunberg, and appoints the first-ever First Nations person to serve as Attorney General .

Truly, there is no policy so progressive that Trudeau won't endorse it...provided he doesn't actually have to make it into policy. Because many of his policies are indistinguishable from Harperism, albeit with a better haircut.

This started before he won the election, when Trudeau (whose father once declared martial law!) whipped his MPs to vote for a human-rights-denying mass surveillance bill, C-51.

Trudeau did so while insisting that the bill was a massive overreach and totally unacceptable, but claiming that the "loyal opposition" should still back it so as not to be accused of being soft on terrorism in the coming election. He promised to repeal it after.

Of course, he didn't.

Trudeau is often compared to Obama, a young and charismatic fellow who makes compromises, sure, but comes through in the clutch.

Tell that to pipeline protesters.

After the Obama administration killed the Transmountain Pipeline - the continent-spanning tube that would make filthy, planet-destroying tar sands profitable enough to bring to market - Trudeau bailed it out, spending billions of federal dollars to keep it alive.

Then, Trudeau - who campaigned on nation-to-nation truth and reconciliation with First Nations - announced that he would shove this toxic tar-sand tube through unceded treaty lands across the breadth of the naiton.

And then he had the AUDACITY to march with Greta Thunberg at the head of a climate march, demanding a change to policies that would see billions dead in the coming century.

HIS OWN policies.

I mean, Trudeau's boosters have a point - Harper NEVER could have pulled that off.

The Harper years were a Trumpian orgy of blatant self-dealing and cronyism.

The Trudeau years, on the other hand...

One of Trudeau's major donors is SNC Lavalin, a crime syndicate masquerading as a global engineering firm (think Halliburton with less morals).

SNC Lavalin had done so much crime that it was on its final notice with the Canadian legal sysem, a probation that it must not violate on penalty of real, big boy federal criminal prosecutions.

Then it did more crimes.

Remember Trudeau's historic appointment of a First Nations woman to the Attorney General's seat? Now was AG Jody Wilson-Raybould's moment to shine.

As Wilson-Raybould began aggressively pursuing these corporate criminals, she started getting calls from Trudeau's office.

For avoidance of doubt, these were not calls of support. They were demands to drop the case and let the SNC Lavalin crime syndicate get off scot-free. Eventually the PM himself called her and demanded that she give his cronies a pass on their repeated criminal actions.

Wilson-Raybould went public, decrying political meddling in the justice system. Trudeau denied everything and began to smear her (Harper had tons of scandals like this, BTW, only the counterpart was usually a rich old white guy, not a First Nations woman).

But Wilson-Raybould had recorded the conversations, and she released the recordings, and proved that Trudeau had lied about the whole thing. Trudeau fired her and kicked her out of the party.

But at least he's not Trump, right? He's the anti-Trump! (Well, except for the pipeline and that time he announced "No country would find 173 billion barrels of oil in the ground and leave them there").

Remember the Muslim Ban? As Trump was tormenting refugees at the US border, Trudeau tweeted "To those fleeing persecution, terror & war, Canadians will welcome you, regardless of your faith. Diversity is our strength #WelcomeToCanada."

Yes, that was awesome. There is no policy so progressive that Trudeau won't endorse it...provided that he never has to do anything to make it happen.

Canada and the US have a "Safe Third Country Agreement" that says that asylum-seekers turned away from the US border can't try again in Canada. To make #WelcomeToCanada more than a hashtag, Trudeau's government would have to suspend that agreement.

Instead, Trudeau's government insisted that under Trump, "the conditions of the Safe Third Country Agreement continued to be met" and thus they would not suspend the agreement and give hearings to those turned away by Trump's border guards.

But at least Trudeau handled the pandemic better than Harper handled the Great Financial Crisis.

No, really, he did!

Mostly.

I mean, unless you were in a nursing home or on a First Nations reservation.

https://www.canadalandshow.com/podcast/an-emergency-season-pandemic/

But still, Trudeau's government did a MUCH better job than the Trump government, or Boris Johnson's Tories. Neither Liberals nor Conservatives will really fight cronyism, climate change or authoritarianism, but there are still substantive differences between them.

But in some ways, they are depressingly similar.

Take corruption.

Long before the plague struck, Canadaland was publishing damning reports on We Charity, a massive, beloved Canadian charitable institution nominally devoted to ending child slavery.

Canadaland's initial reporting on the charity focused on its partnerships with companies that were using child slaves to make their products, but the investigations mushroomed after the charity sent dire legal threats to the news organisation over its coverage.

And then Canadaland founder Jesse Brown found himself smeared by a US dirty-tricks organization that got its start working for GOP politicians, who got a contract to plant editorials criticizing Canadaland's We coverage in small-town US newspapers.

Private eyes started following Brown around, even keeping tabs on his small children. Rather than being intimidated, Brown kept up the pressure on We, which prompted whistleblowers to leak him even more details about the charity's activities.

https://pluralistic.net/2020/08/03/turnkey-authoritarianism/#we-charity

These included massive, mysterious real-estate holdings, hard-to-excuse criminal investigations of its Kenyan activities, and (here's where I've been going with this all along) GIANT CASH PAYMENTS to Trudeau's family, as well as valuable gifts to his Finance Minister.

And, as with the Wilson-Reybould affair, Trudeau's initial response to this was to simply deny it, calling his accusers liars. But then the scandal kept unspooling, his Finance Minister quit in disgrace, the charity (sort of) folded up and shut down, and Trudeau...

Well, Trudeau prorogued Parliament, shutting down Canada's government in the midst of a crisis that was - unimaginably - even worse than the 2008 crisis that Harper had left the nation rudderless through to avoid his own scandal.

(Again, for constitutional monarchy fans, that's two entirely political proroguings in the midsts of global crises, signed off on by the Queen's supposedly apolitical and sober check on reckless activity)

Shutting down Parliament seems to have rescued Trudeau's government from snap elections, which may well have been won by the Tories, who have resolved their longstanding racist and plutocratic tensions with a new ghoulish nightmare leader:

https://jacobinmag.com/2020/09/canada-erin-otoole-conservative-party-cpc/

And, as Trudeau has reconvened Parliament, he's promised something genuinely amazing: a massive, national stimulus package meant to keep families, workers and small businesses afloat through the looming second pandemic wave.

https://www.reuters.com/article/us-health-coronavirus-canada-economy/canada-bets-the-farm-on-big-spending-as-second-wave-threatens-economic-recovery-idUSKCN26F1NF

This is something Canada - and the US, for that matter - desperately needs. Canada is monetarily sovereign: it issues its own currency and its debt is in the same currency, meaning it can never run out of money (no more than Apple could ever run out of Itunes gift cards).

The Canadian DOES face constraints on its spending, but they're just not MONETARY constraints - they're RESOURCE constraints. If the Canadian government creates money to buy the same things the private sector is shopping for, there'll be a bidding war, AKA inflation.

But as a new wave of lockdowns and mass illness looms over the country, there's going to be a hell of a lot of things the private sector isn't trying to buy - notably, the labour of the Canadian workforce, millions of whom will be locked indoors through the winter.

An analyst warns that Trudeau's proposal is likely to add CAD30B to the deficit, which is a completely irrelevant fact unless that new money is going to be chasing the same goods that Canadian business and citizens are seeking to buy.

Trudeau has promised to create a national prescription drug plan (a longstanding hole in Canada's national health care system), as well as universal childcare, and he's denounced austerity as a response to the crisis.

There's a part of me that is very glad to see this. My family and friends are in Canada, after all, and if Trudeau lives up to his promise, he will shield them from the collapse we're seeing in the USA.

But that is a BIG if. Trudeau isn't Harper. He's more charismatic, he's got better hair, and he says much, much better things than Harper.

However, when the chips are down, Trudeau out-Harpers Harper.

Mass surveillance legislation. Corruption scandals. Lying about corruption scandals. Bailing out the pipeline. "No country would find 173 billion barrels of oil in the ground and leave them there." Abandoning asylum-seekers to Trump's lawless regime.

"Once is happenstance. Twice is coincidence. The third time it's enemy action." It would be pretty naive to assume that merely because Trudeau has promised to do the right thing, that he will do the right thing.

Indeed, if history is any indicator, the best way to predict what Trudeau will do is to assume that it will be the OPPOSITE of whatever he promises.

I won't lie. I felt a spark of hope when I read Trudeau's words.

But hope is all I've got - and it's a far cry from confidence.

Or relief.