#this is just a premis for my fic

[ssmashley]

I love how in every pre-relationship tddk fic they’re both waxing poetic about each other.

Shoto’s yapping about Izuku’s freckles and how he wishes he could count and kiss all of them, his curly green hair, and how green is in everything, so much that he could probably live in it now (iykyk), His scarred and slightly deformed hands that reach out to everyone regardless of who they are. The same hands that smashed through the walls years he’s spent years perfecting, and changed his life forever. The guilt he feels every time he’s reminded of how he pushed Izuku to such measures to save him. How izuku always undermines himself, but still comes out on top? His determination, always pushing himself beyond his limits so he can save people with a smile, How he doesn’t realize the impact he has on people, His rapid talking, as if his mouth is saying a thousand words per minute. Izuku could talk about a 100 different shades of beige and that would still interest shoto. Everything about izuku midoriya interests Shoto.

Whilst Izuku’s going on and on about his beauty, and how everything about Shoto is beautiful. He’s simply staring out the window? Alluring. Writing something down? His handwriting is so neat. A small, but still visible smile growing on Shoto’s face as he’s playing games with everyone during game night? There’s not a word in the dictionary for that. But his beauty is not only on the outside but on the inside too. Because despite his harsh childhood Shoto is still a kind person, even if his way of showing is different. Izuku knows from the way Shoto shares Soba and other dishes with him when he’s feeling down, how Shoto allows him to cry on his shoulder even if that is something he wasn’t allowed to do. Because hero’s don’t cry right? How he writes his mother letters every week as a way to remind both of them that she’s in his life now, and forever. How Izuku trust shoto with his life, that they’re both so in sync with each other talking isn’t necessarily during battle. Izuku knows with a doubt he would do anything Shoto asked him.

[lunaraindrop]

We Are Not The Kissing Space Twins

Fic by lunaraindrop

Now with an actual title!

The clock on his dashboard said 7:32 pm.

Steve didn’t know how to feel. He was just...numb. He left his house as if in a daze. The lasagna his mom tried to say was homemade, but he knew was secretly from Enzo's sat funny in his stomach.

His mom.

Legally, she was still his mother. Has been since the day after he was born.

His dad, too.

Legally, Steve was a Harrington.

He drove the Beemer aimlessly, until he came to a familiar trailer.

He knocked on the rickety door, silently kicking himself for not calling ahead to make sure he didn't disturb Wayne's sleep.

It was too late for that, though. Eddie opened the door. "Stevie! I thought you had that thing with your parents! I wasn't expecting..." The exuberant words of his friend trailed off and melted into a concerned silence. The man open the door widely and wedged his way through the doorway to put his arm around Steve's shoulders. He guided him to the couch, and sat both of them down in a clump.

"Steve, what happened?"

And Steve, so unsure how to feel about this situation, burst out an awkward laugh, even as tears gathered at the corners of his eyes.

"I'm apparently adopted? My biological mother is my mom's dead sister."

Eddie's eyes grew nearly to the size of dinner plates. "What?"

Steve turned to him, wild eyes and bitchy. "Yes! See? They acted like it was no big deal! 'Oh, Steven. It's time you knew that your father couldn't have children. We decided to adopt you when my sister died in that car accident. Please pass the peas.' Like, what the fuck do I do with that?!"

Eddie nodded to himself. "She died, and then they adopted you?"

The tears welled in his eyes. "She died while she was still pregnant! I was a premie. Since I was a boy, dad-Richard decided this was a 'prime opportunity' to have the Harrington name live on', or some shit."

Eddie held his friend close, then offered to get him a beer. They silently sipped from the bottles. Eddie could tell something else was weighing on Steve's mind, and knew he needed to give the guy a few moments to find the right words.

He wasn't disappointed.

"You know, Eds. That isn't even the worst of it?"

Not disappointed, but certainly surprised. "It gets worse that your parents never told you that you were adopted, and your birth mother is actually your deceased aunt?"

Steve nodded before taking a large pull. "Uh, yeah. Apparently, I'm also a twin."

Eddie nearly dropped his bottle. "A-a twin? A twin! There's two of you out there?"

That actually earned him a rueful smile. "I have a twin *sister*, dumbass."

Eddie nodded in what he pretended to in a sage way. "Yes, that makes sense. The world could not survive the charm and hair of two Steve's. That's like having two suns. We would not survive!"

Tension lifting for just a second, Steve playfully shoved his secret crush, blushing just a little.

"Ha ha. But speaking of the charm...what if I'm like Luke Skywalker?"

Eddie furrowed his brows. "How'd you mean?"

Steve flexed his hand in his lap, staring at the other boy with fear. "I've dated a lot of girls, Eddie. What if...what if I've kissed my sister?!"

Eddie reared back. "Oh! Eww! Steve, why?!"

Steve flailed. "It's a valid concern!"

Grasping at straws to wipe *that* thought from the boy he love's face, he blurted out, "Maybe your secret twin is a lesbian?"

Part 2

[nullio]

OBSESSED with this Geraskier fic idea:

Geralt gets cursed, or something, to live in a human body for a week. Not like a body swap, but essentially his witcher mutations get masked and he experiences the world the way an average person would.

Feeling true heat, getting cold from a slight breeze, can't stomach raw meat (he just puts anything in his fukin mouth)

His senses get dulled, he can't walk for miles and miles w/o fatigue.

It's basically a whole fic of Geralt being like "DAMN BITCH, YOU LIVE LIKE THIS??" to Jaskier

Extra bonus points if Geralt gets a cold and Jask has to hold his hand through it and nurse him back to health.

Jask: Geralt dear, I promise you're not dying

Geralt: my throat is on fire and I can't breathe

Jask: that's why we have tea and honey, dear heart- tip your head up

...

Jaskier: haven't you litteraly been ripped apart by monsters?

Geralt: I can and I will throw up on you

If there's any fic that come close to this premis, lemme know

[hermesserpent-stuff]

Im so obsessed with the justice lords episode of the justice league!! There is just so much Fanfic potentialllll!

Ill put the basic premis for those unfamliear: In another universe president luthor killed the flash and that is a breaking point for the league, specifically superman. Supes kills luthor and they lock down the world in an authoritarian state. years later (?) lord batman builds a universe thing to go to the shows main universe where they still have the flash and still have an alive luthor. they kidnap the justice league and fun ensues

more happens but thats the basics

so fanficy ideas:

what if the justice lords just kidnap flash ??

Flash has to deal with being stuck in another universe while the league has to deal with his disappearance. (and I bet the rogues miss him like that one episode of brave and bold)

Flash gets to show off all his fast thinking and lord batman gets a new mental stimulation that he has not had in a long time. The other lords enjoy flash's quips and general silliness (cause he cracks so many jokes when stressed) its like having their old friend back.

and they. Are. Not. Giving. Him. Back

they can protect him so much better.

faosfoahdfoashdf

i wish i had this fic in my hands.

also other leaguers from justice leauge unlimited being lords would be a yummy storyyyy think of Lord Shining Knight or Lord Vigilante ahhhgggh

angst

[mysticalsoot]

dadbur hc's to feel something

a/n; I am struggling to write full fledged fics rn so I let the brainrot win and I've now done...this. don't ask. also, thank you to lilly and elliot for decided what hc's I was meant to write, y'all are awesome and I love you both dearly<3

warnings; not much!! mentions of pregnancy, health issues (just general idea), pain mentions, this may worsen baby fever, sorry not my fault, blame wilbur.

reader is gn but in some cases afab!! (it's optional to read those parts, dw!)

masterlist (requests are open btw!)

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- absolutely hated children as a teen and early 20-something

- babysat one baby of his friends and it was over for him

- absolutely adored that little baby and nearly cried when he had to leave them

- now as a husband, he wanted a kid so bad

- constantly gushing when he passes by baby shops or just melts when he sees a baby

- horrible baby fever. sorry to you.

- won't ever push the issue, but still mentions it and communicates clearly that he does want kids but he especially wants kids with you. heart melted

- if you don't want kids at the moment, he will absolutely respect that and will definitely do his best to shut up during bouts of baby fever

- I mean how could he not!! they're so adorable!!

- once you do actually have a kid, regardless of what way—he's doing anything and everything he can to prepare.

- he's buying parenting books; how to create healthy habits with your baby, how to raise a compassionate child, what to do and what not to do when becoming a parent

- he bought soo many baby outfits and onesies—all the way up to a year old. even grabbed some premie sizes, just in case.

- the nursery was set up almost immediately, a nature theme. he suggested a Minecraft theme but you shot that down immediately. there was pouting involved.

- but, you came to a compromise; dark green walls, light yellow accents, browns, etc. you even let him make Minecraft bees out of those wooden blocks and you thought they were the cutest thing ever. there were also stuffies of Minecraft animals scattered on shelves and on furniture. (please take Amazon away from this man, it's so dangerous).

- in the case of pregnancy; he was very insistent on being sure that both baby and you were in perfect health. and he never let you do more than he thought was appropriate.

- dishes? nope that's a father's job. going down the stairs? right by your side, watching your every step and yes, will make you hold his hand.

- to most others he was overbearing—but he was always like that and the whole pregnancy thing just enhanced it

- Wilbur is anxious and he never does well with medical or health things at all, his mind constantly running wild with various possibilities. it was scary for him.

- so yes, you'd get off dish nights and would be chaperoned down the stairs.

- but he also made sure you had your medicine on time, he documented every pain and complaint you had.

- he had already learnt the face you made when you were in any sort of pain—so he was right on top of it almost immediately.

- asking what hurt, what number of pain, how he could help, etc.

- he is an absolute sweetheart all of the time, but his softness was brought out by the entire experience.

- when the baby was born, or rather adopted—whichever way it happened—he cried. he cried a lot.

- he held the little one so gently, but so tightly in his arms

- he was insistent to not push gender roles onto the kiddos, but he did have two names picked out for a boy or a girl (or rather you picked them out and he agreed with them before you told him the reasoning)

- Willow for a girl and Spencer for a boy

- you didn't tell him until after the name was finalized that both options were after him

- he was so flustered and jokingly scolded you, but in reality, he loved it

- he felt so happy and so proud

- so joyful that you felt he was worthy enough to indirectly name a child after him, your child, his child.

- he was an absolute sweetie to the little one, and they took very quickly to him as well—immediately grasping onto his fingers as soon as they had the ability and cooing any time they saw him

- it melted his heart each and every time and it never stopped

- when the little one was older, they often took up the habit of grabbing at his hair or his glasses and sometimes his ears

- you found it to be the cutest thing ever and so did he he cried almost every time

- they absolutely adored their father, and if you didn't know better, you'd say they liked him better than you!

- when it came time to go back to work, to back to gigs and shows with Lovejoy

- Wilbur took off two weeks of work entirely beforehand, just to spend with you and the little one

- obviously he'd been on some sort of break since the baby was born/adopted/etc, but he still did things here and there, streamed a couple of times, went into the studio occasionally, etc

- but now that he was going to be physically gone a lot more, he knew he had to spend it wisely. and wisely did he spend it.

- most of the time was spent lying in bed with you on one side, him on the other and the baby lying on their back between you too.

- you'd both coo at them, tickle them, and talk to them

- oh did Wilbur love to sing to them, anything at all!

- he even came up with a few lullabies for them

- you'd watch from the door of the nursery as he'd rock them to sleep, humming a tune or singing the lyrics he came up just for them

- it killed you and totally didn't make you want another

- he was overall the sweetest father, and it became more evident when he had to leave for a while

- he'd call every morning, lunch and dinner as long as he didn't have anything

- and he would be so so sure that it was that time for you, it didn't matter what time it was for him as long as it was that time of day for you and his little baby

- he may have FaceTimed you and the baby during a few soundchecks, shh don't tell Dave!

- he would smile so big at the camera and wave at your little one

- he'd show them off to his band mates and they'd all coo at the little one, talking about how much alike they look like you and wilbur

- you personally thought they looked most like their father, his eyes, lips, ears. they might as well have been a spitting image of him! you looked at baby photos too

- Wilbur, on the other hand, begged to differ. he was very very insistent they looked just like you and nothing like him.

- it was most likely perception and bias that caused you both to think this way, but neither of you really cared all that much

- on days he couldn't call, for whatever reason, sometimes you'd play one of his old streams on the TV.

- the little one always responded to his voice and it seemed to calm them, usually into a sleep

- so just chatting streams and ycgma were go tos for sleepless nights lovejoys stuff kept them up and giggling

- when he was there for sleepless nights, he'd walk them around in his arms and talk about the most random things until they fell asleep

- he even offered to baby wear a lot more than most fathers did

- he just wanted to be close to them, and it always gave you a break, so he thought it'd be a double deal

- and it was! you'd get your nap, and so did the baby and Wilbur would just be gushing over his little one a few tears always shed

- he would sit with the baby on his leg when he was at his desk working, one arm snaked around them and his other on his mouse or keyboard

- at first, working was very cumbersome with the kiddo but he eventually found a work flow that worked and bouncing them on his knee helped keep things calm

- you were both hesitant to show your child on the internet and you didn't for a very long time, while people knew of them, it wasn't like photos were posted or they showed up on stream

- until, when the kiddo was about 2 or 3, they decided they missed their daddy and went running into the office when you weren't looking (I'll be using Willow as an example)

"Daddy!" Willow yelled or rather screamed out in that typical toddler way, running over to her dad's office chair.

She didn't know her father was live or working and she was much too young to understand it anyway—and the color drained from Wilbur's face when he realized. It was much too late now, chat was already spamming "Dadbur?!?" and "Baby Gold!!!"

Willow did her best to climb the side of her dad's chair before he sighed, a big smile on his face and he lifted her up by her armpits and placed her on his knee, first facing him so the camera didn't see.

"You wanna be on camera, sweetie?" He asked, realizing now how much trouble he may get in with you—but the giggle from his daughter and the smile on her face was so worth it, he didn't care.

"Yeah! Yeah!" And so he turned her around to face his PC and the camera.

"Wave to chat, lovebug!" He snaked his arm around her waist and waved with his own hand, his head dipped down to watch her. He had the softest, most loving smile on his face. He loved his little girl so so much, and he knew how it showed.

Willow waved and giggled, "Hi chat!!" and chat began spamming; "Baby Gold, hi!!" and "WILLOW!!"

It was the cutest thing he had ever seen.

And he desperately hoped he wouldn't get in too much trouble.

He spent the rest of the stream talking to chat, but mostly looking at his little girl as he conversed with her.

- it was over by then, and the little kiddo would make an appearance as much as you would allow

- and you were far from angry—you cried when you saw the clips—you were just frustrated he didn't go to you first yet you realized, he couldn't. your kid was much too like his father and much much too like you. stubborn and energetic.

- they only got more sassy and opinionated as they grew, and they most definitely became a spitting image of wilbur

- maybe #2 would look more like you

- oh, and don't let him wear plain tshirts unless you want more kids, that's all I'm saying

tags; @lillylvjy @lvrboysoot (if you want to be on a taglist thing, just send an ask and I'll add you!)

[justjasper]

morgan/reid 54) Corner of the mouth kisses

He's not waiting for an apology, because he doesn't want one or need one. He gets why Reid's been so pissed, with everything that's gone on with his dad.

He is waiting for literally anything else, though. Any kind of acknowledgement that his exists would do it, but Reid's... Reid's gotta process. Morgan sucks it up, and heads to the hospital to give his best to JJ.

The rest of the team are getting ready to leave, standing around the maternity waiting area with coffee.

"Hey, Will." Morgan offers his hand, and brings Will into a handshake-turned-back-pat. "Congratulations, man."

"Thanks, Morgan."

"Sorry I'm late. Can I go poke my head in on JJ, give my best wishes?"

Will nods, gives him the room number.

Of course, Reid is just about the cross the threshhold when Morgan opens the door. Reid stops short, letting loose a little breath.

Over his shoulder, JJ is cradling her new baby, eyebrow arced as she watches the exchange.

Morgan lets his gaze slide back to Reid, expecting him to avoid eye contact, but it's there waiting for him.

"Hey, kid."

"Hey. Thank you for the last couple of days and, well, for being you."

Reid's eyes flick down to his mouth and back. A second later he leans in and presses the softest kiss Morgan has ever had to the corn of his mouth. His lips linger there a few seconds, before he withdraws and moves past Morgan and out of the room.

Morgan's fingers automatically reach up to touch the place Reid's mouth has just been. JJ's eyebrows are so high up they're threatening to fly off her head.

There's a moment that hangs, because she clearly wants to grill him on whatever context has amounted to Reid - her Spence - kissing him. But this isn't their moment. Morgan steps further into the room to get a good look at the baby.

"Well done, JJ. How you feeling?"

"Tired. Good tired."

"I won't stay long, just wanted to some say hi."

"Well hi," JJ says, smiling at him. "Meet Henry."

"JJ, he's gorgeous."

JJ hands him off to Morgan without preamble, and the tiny bundle fits so snugly against the length of his arm.

"You're a natural."

"Had practice, babies like me," Morgan says, cooing at Henry.

"Your sisters?"

"Yeah. Sarah's got Tanya, she's about three now. Des had Veronica last year."

"I remember," JJ says, watching him. "She was a premie, right? I remember you went back to Chicago. She good?"

"Yeah, she's catching up. A bit small still, but she's doing good."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Hmm?" Morgan look at her. He's pretty sure she doesn't mean the status report about his niece.

"It was a tough one for him, JJ."

"Yeah." Her smile is tired, but genuinely warm. "I'm glad he's got you. Doesn't he?"

"JJ," he says. It's not really a warning, more of a plea. If he starts thinking about it, about the kiss, and their friendship, and Reid crying out for him during a nightmare, he's going to go absolutely insane.

JJ waves a hand, as if to indicate she's dropping it; but not without a gentle but definiitve last word.

"You're good for each other."

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You can find more of my fic here. I’m also on Twitter or Discord (Quan Tea Co//The BAU Bullpen) if you want to hang out!

[1unpaid-intern]

Ok so I'm kinda new to tumblr, but I just can't get this fanfic idea out of my head. So since I'll probably never write this/ lose motivation half way through, I might as well share it.

Soooo I've come across a really good ghost/calamity xie lian AU fic (Dark Sword, White Flower by Luna04 on ao3 if anyone's interested) and I've come up with my own take on that premise, because it's just so intriguing.

(English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes)

Also spoilers for tgcf (obviously)!

Almost all fics I've read make it so Xie Lian dies in the coffin Lang Qianqiu put him in, but even though that'd be pretty cruel (and would therefore make sense in universe xD) I just don't buy it. Jun Wu specifically wanted to make life as painfull as possible for him both psycologically and physically. Xie Lian getting stabed through the heart for decades would be a dream come true, so he definetly wouldn't let him die. Because if you ask me, he definetly knew. As white no-face he was stalking XL constantly and you're telling me he just stopped after his second banishment? XL was still suffering, since his luck got sealed away, so you bet that he's been watching him day after day while eating popcorn and going like: serves you right little sh*t (because we all know he's petty like that).

Instead I'd have XL die trying to stop the human face disease from raining down on Yong'an. In the original Wu Ming sacrifices himself, but what if no-face stops him by scattering his soul. XL then makes the ultimate sacrifice and even though all those resentfull spirits should kill him no matter what, in order to make it a little bit more poetic let's say that right before he gets hit, XL ascends for the second time since he regained his morals and tries to make up for it. (In the process he also breaks his shakle. And I know that you're supposed to also be imortal as a god, but Shi Wudu got killed by having his head ripped off and I just have this head canon that XL would be fine after that because JW just won't let him die.)

Now the "problem" that arises with this premis instead of the coffin-death is that JW absolutly knows about XLs death. If he lets the rest of heaven know that, it'd eventually reach Hua Cheng. Aaand oh booooyyyy. If he found out that his god not only died, but none of the other gods, not even the emperor himself, prevented it by helping him, the temples of those 33 gods wouldn't be the only thing on fire. Because think about it, the reason HC keeps on living is XL, but if he thinks he's gone, then the only thing that'd keep him going is revenge. HCs end goal would then be to become strong enough to even kill JW.

But I can also see this playing out differently. We know JW wants XL to follow in his foot steps and become a calamity, therefore needing to become a ghost (as he says when they're both trapped in the Kiln). So he'd definetly consider the posibility of XL becoming a ghost. Considering the guy has a sword for everything (looking at you virginity detecting sword) I could imagine that he also has one that can tell if somebody's soul is still wandering around even though they're dead. Obviously JW would want to find him and turn him into a calamity. But if he a) tells the other gods that XL is a ghost then atleast Feng Xin and Mu Qing would also be looking for him or b) only tells them that he died then somebody might get the idea to use the aforementioned sword and leading us back to a). So the most logical thing would be for JW to just lie about XL getting banished a second time (similar to how it originally went down).

While I like both scenarios, I'm kinda leaning towards the second one with JW lying, because as soon as XL ascendes for the third time he's gonna be hella confused why nobody is freaking out about him showing up in heaven, followed up by him becoming suspicious of JW.

One thing I've been thinking about a lot was what's special about XL as a ghost king, what differentiates him from the others. HC got his red robs, silver jewelry, blood rain, wraith butterflies, E-Ming and power over luck. He Xuan has his black robes, great acting skills (seriously give this man an oscar), never ending hunger, skeletton fish and power over the seas. Qi Rong (while only having the title of a calamity and not actually being a ghost king) has his green robes, green fire locks and his habit of trying to imitate the other calamities (e.g. hanging corpses & eating people). Bai Wuxiang has his simple white burial robs, the iconic half-crying half-smiling mask, a spirit calling cloth flag, Fangxin aka Zhu Xin, manipulation and the power of the human face disease. Things I've seen a lot in other fics and that I completly agree on are: XL can turn his nails into long claws (similar to Lady Dimitrescu I'd imagine), he doesn't want to be found so he shape shifts a lot and he helps out the common people, especially children and mothers (since trying to help others and making up for his past mistakes is basically all that keeps him going). While these characteristics are great, they aren't enough to make him stand out yet. One idea I'm really proud of is to make XL a puppet master. Because correct me if I'm wrong, but the only "ghost typs" we ever were introduced to were sentient weapons, possed objects, humanoid ghosts, ghost animals, water ghouls and puppet masters. And just imagine XL using threads and puppets to fight in addition to Ruoye. Like, imagine him fighting similar to Sasori from Naruto, the Spider Demons from Demon Slayer or ErrorSans from the Undertale AUs. I also think he should stick with the burial cloths he was wearing as white no-face (maybe with some blood on them to make it more creepy) but obviously adding his signitur bambu hat with some flowy long vails.

I wouldn't change to much about he whole XL posing as the Yong'an goushi backstory. I would only have it so Lang Qianqiu finds out that his goushi was actually a ghost king and XL fleeing so he isn't stuck in a coffin for decades. That way when LQQ finds out about XL being his goushi, it also serves as the big reveal.

I'm not so sure what to do with the Banyue kingdom backstory though. I would like for XL to take Ban Yue as his little adoptive daughter, but if he went back after the kingdom was destroyed, then woudn't he take care of Kemo and the other ghost soliders right there? That would lead to Little Pei never luring people in, therefore erasing the entire Banyue arc and I don't know how to feel about that. Yes, not much would change, were it to play out, but that's the first time XL meets the "earth" and wind master. Also JW led them to Banyue pass (and also to the ghost bride) in order to damage Pei Mings reputation, so he'd lose believers and therefore would be easier to beat later on and that's kinda important. Not to forget he used a puppet for that and with XL as a puppet master he'd definetly be able to get more info out of it, leading to raising his suspicions again.

Aaaaand that are all the ideas I have so far, also my fingers hurt from typing.

Maybe I'll continue this some day, since I probably won't stop obsessing over this AU any time soon. (Also if you know similar fics please let me know, I feel so starved rn)

[sea-owl]

About to expose myself a little bit but I don't care.

So back in my fanfiction.net days there was a certain flavor of How to Train your Dragon aus that I really enjoyed. There was only like two and to my knowledge both remain unfinished to this day but for some reason they were my favorites.

The fics were hybrid dragon x human romance with Hiccup being the human and Astrid being the hybrid, usually half night fury and Toothless' sister. Two outcasts coming together. They both had the premis that the night Hiccup was supposed to shoot down Toothless Astrid takes that place as the one who gets shot down with either her tail fin being gone or a damaged wing. Up for debate if Toothless is with her or finds her later. Like I said there was like and both were unfinished but I want to throw some thoughts into this au as well.

So, to start, I would set up Astrid's birth as like she's the byproduct of the gods messing with mortal lives. Say her mom, let's call her Hilda, was from House Hofferson and a shield maiden who had no intentions to marry and unknowingly rejected a god. The god wanting revenge curses her to temporarily fall in love with one of her village's greatest enemies, and that one night affair led to her being pregnant. In shame, Hilda fled before anyone else could no.

During her time away Hilda gave birth to a baby girl who many would say is cursed. Born with patches of black scales on her body, black wings, tail fins attached to the sides of her legs, ears like the night fury on top of her head, and pupils that change like a dragons there was no hidding the baby girl's paternity. Though she did inheirt from her mother as well, she was bipedal like her mother, having all ten fingers and toes even if they were covered in scales, her mama's blonde hair, fair complexion, and blue eyes.

Hilda wanted nothing to do with her baby, and the last thing she gave her was her name, Astrid.

Astrid was taken in by her father, who had a son already. They taught her all they knew about being a dragon. Eventually, their father passes, and Toothless and Astrid stay together.

Now, this is where I might differ from the others. Because a part of me wants to go the route where Astrid and Toothless get caught in the Red Death's nest and Astrid escapes while Toothless stays behind to ensure she survives. I also want to add Stormfly into their little family because I love her and Astrid's relationship, and I ship her with Toothless, so yes, I'm gonna be self-indulgent. Stormfly escapes with Astrid, carrying the hatching on her back since this point in time she was much faster than Astrid.

The two of them eventually find their way to Valka's sanctuary, who, over the years, teaches Astrid about her human half. From Valka Astrid learns how to talk in a human language instead of just dragonese, she learns to read and write, her numbers, and much more a child her age should know. Years pass, and Astrid can't sit still anymore she has to find her brother. Valka advises against it but Astrid has to go.

It was during that fateful raid that Astrid once again was reunited with her brother but they both get tangled up in a bola and shot out of the sky.

A viking hatchling frees them, and her brother pins him to the ground. He roars at the viking hatchling, and they both fly off or attempt to. Astrid was mostly protected by her brother during the fall and her wing ended up sprained. Easy fix she could do. It was her brother's tail she didn't know what to do. No tail fin means no flight.

The viking hatchling finds them the next day. Astrid thinks he looks a bit like Auntie. He's certainly curious though. He won't leave but he's also not doing any harm, well more harm than he already did.

Astrid nearly gives poor Hiccup heart failure the first time she speaks Norse to him.

Or place Toothless and Astrid's reunion after the first movie. Toothless is gonna try matchmaking his sister and new brother. He thinks Astrid and Hiccup would he perfect mates. Astrid tries to foil this plan by pretending to be more dragon than what she really is. Toothless know she's lying. Astrid gives herself away when Hiccup catches her editing the book of dragons.

Either way Astrid gonna be a proper little sister and make fun of her brother's new name when she learns Hiccup named him Toothless.

[modern-inheritance]

okay IDEA EXPOSITON

I'm going to work on the Just a Man Rewrite animatic a bit so here's the fic idea i had for the Panic fic and the one after.

Panic is basically the event of Firnen hatching. The title says it all.

The fic AFTER is Brom arriving at the Crags, having literally stolen a fucking horse from an elf outpost in Du Weldenvarden because Arya called him up/scryed him and scared the fuck outta him with a 'I need you right now. something's happened. no i can't say what. just get here right now.' and guys, Arya said please, so that told him it was HELLA bad.

And he rocks up ~12-18 hours later after riding the whole time, jumps off the horse, practically runs into the open doorway (because ofc Oromis wouldn't use a door the crazy man and its not like Arya would add one quite yet), catches himself on the doorway and just stares because Arya's on the bed, exhausted from both the bond and the chaos of rollercoaster confused emotions she had (and is still having in random bursts), with a baby dragon tucked against her. At first Brom is like 'omg it hatched where's the rider I thought we were doing this old school rules where only the courier touches the egg until we can get a proper system set up for thOh my fucking gods, Arya'

And yeah he has to go full Mentor Dragon Rider Dad mode because once she wakes up (Firnen hopping down and toddling up to Brom to inspect him wakes her) and nearly takes Brom's head off in protec mode, she has another burst of "I've always wanted this but this has to be a mistake (Arya don't insult the poor thing) Galbatorix must have messed with him (even galbatorix couldn't force a dragon to hatch) I'm the last person who he should have bonded with he's going to get hurt just by my fucked up mind and he'll want to see things from the war (let's wait until he has a basic grasp of language to even worry about that, okay?) I'm queen regent this is a terrible thing to happen they're gonna thing we did this on purpose (fuck them) I have to keep him safe he's so small if anyone finds out about him the barriers around the forest are so weak right now they could attack us at any point (We will keep him secret until he's larger, even from Eragon and Saphira for good measure) Brom what do I do, WHAT DO I DO, I'M TOXIC HE'S GOING TO GET HURT BEING BONDED TO ME"

And Brom just...talks it out with her. He can see just how they are interacting that Arya is already bonded to the hatchling and their bond is strong. She's scared because she cares for him. She wants what's best for him. He just has to show her that she is the best for the lil guy, and get her to breathe for a second and accept that yes, a dragon chose her. And stop insulting him by saying he made a mistake.

Part of Arya accepted that she was a Rider from the start after they bonded but just...he so smol! It's like being handed a premie. It broke her brain for a bit. And she was alone with that, and with hatchling Firnen, for a decent time, unable to reach out and just waiting for the one person she could tell safely to arrive.

Iunno. There's lots of big feelings Arya has about it. I wanna do the animatic but donno if i'll ever finish properly, but damn it we are trying.

^Firnen in Arya's arms the entire time she's freaking out. 'Mwahahaha, you're stuck with me, ILY already.'

[arrthurpendragon]

Though I'm aware that Nine to Survival has mostly been shelved; I still catch myself thinking on it now and again lol a wonderful start, a promising premis.

What do you think?

Is there inspiration for something new? New fic, new fandoms??? Now that it's summer and school's out, are you going to let your muse take you by the hand?

Actually, I would LOVE to continue that fic. I just wrote myself into a corner. Zach & Gray are on the gyrosphere when things go to hell and don't go back, but Tia is supposed to be with them. 2 problems: why would an adult not make them go back and gyrospheres seat 2 people. Although, now that I am thinking about it - Tia could be in her own but Zach isn't listening to her about going back. Hmm. Something to consider! Unless you have a better way for me to get me out of my corner!!! lol.

I've written a bit for my Merlin fic! But the biggest roadblock to my writing this summer is Misha kitty! I swear he knows when I'm trying to write and either demands snuggles or sleeps on my laptop! lol.

[sgt-morgan]

Of Flowers and Family 💐

Summary: You and Jack have built a life together, the birth of your twins adding to your joy, and as you build a new family together, you find yourselves greatful for every day.

Warnings: mentions of death of a spouse, birth stuff, premature babies and NICU stuff, milk production, AFAB! Female identifying reader.

A/N: I saw this TikTok of a little girl swimming in a dress and it made me think of my favorite wild child Daisy Mae and her Papa Jack.

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Things at the ranch had settled nicely. Jack had his job, he had his horses, and he had the little garden of flowers he had started growing with you. Twins. You had twins, and girls at that. Violet Anne and Lavender Jane. Two more beautiful flowers to add to his bouquet along with his Daisy Mae, and you, his Honeybee making it all happen. He didn’t know how you did it, you made his life better just by being around, and every day he endeavors to do the same.

“Jack?” He heard your huff of bemused frustration and he smiles to himself. He was in his office, attempting to work on Statesman things, but had found himself listening to you humming in the kitchen and puttering around the house instead. He loved the sound of you in his space, the echo of your footsteps in the hall, your quiet voice filling his rooms and his days with peace he had thought he’d never have.

“Yes Honey? How can I help.” He huffs, standing and wandering into the hall where he sees you with two baby’s strapped to you, attempting to slip into your shoes by the door. He grins at the sight, you are radiant. The purple sling holding two dark haired babies who snoozed sweetly against your chest, and it almost melted his insides completely. He walks up to you and gently pulls the sling back from the two identical heads of dark curls.

They’re so small, barely home a month. They were born prematurely, almost three months ahead of schedule, but apparently that was common amongst twins. Their birth took one measly hour once your water broke, placenta and all. Then as soon as they were in this world, they were whisked away from you. He remembers how much his soul ached seeing the two tiny babies hooked up to tubes in those little incubators, how little and frail they looked surrounded by all those machines. He remembers how hard it was for you to show up early every morning, and leave as late as they would let you, to be with their babies. He remembers switching off days with you at the hospital, spending the day with a grumpy Daisy who was mad her sisters couldn’t come home, or staring at those two precious little girls in boxes. He remembers scrambling to buy premie clothing with you, you worrying your head off about money, and how much you needed, and whether or not any store would have clothing for them. Then he would gently remind you that he was technically rich, and he could get you anything you needed quickly. Remembers how you would smack him and say ‘Jack Daniels, it don’t matter if we sit high on the hog, if we use it all on bacon we’re gonna be flat on our asses .’ He remembers how you would cry at night, beating yourself up over nothing at all, berating yourself for not keeping them in longer. He thinks about all those sleepless nights when you would have to wake up and pump because your breasts ached and there were no babies to feed, how you panicked over having enough milk to send to the hospital. He remembers feeling useless, feeling angry at how little he could do to help you or his babies. Then, finally, after a month long stay, here they were, finally at home and content with their momma and daddy as they were meant to be.

Jack snuggles up to you, gently placing kisses on the soft tufts of hair, breathing in that new baby smell. They were his perfect carbon copy, dark hair, dark eyes, and personality for days, even when all they really did was eat and sleep. They were barely bigger that his forearm, he could hold them steady with their heads in the palms of his hand, and the tips of their toes would barely reach his elbows. They were so, so delicate, but they had an iron clad grip on everyone they came into contact with. Champ, Tequila, and Ginger, all doted on them already, spoiling them like they spoiled little Daisy Mae. Jack’s girls had made quite the impression on Statesman, and there was no Statesman agent (and on the occasion, Kingsmen agent,) around that was ashamed to say that anything his girls asked for they would give.

He remembers letting Tequila babysitting one night last week, prying you out of the house to get some fresh air. He took you to stroll around target for a few hours, and let you buy tons of premie clothes and fancy Easter dresses for you and the girls that all matched. He also took you to grab dinner, and got your nails painted. Never let it be said that Jack Daniels doesn’t spoil his girls. He remembers proposing to you in the Target parking lot that night, your hair a mess, clutching bags of premie clothes you sorely needed with two small babies in the house. It wasn’t how he pictured your engagement going, but laughing with you in that parking lot like you were kids, racing you to put the shopping carts away, he couldn’t imagine a better life than the one he was living right now. So the ring burned right through his pocket and onto your left hand in the neon glow of the red Target sign. He took you to Texas Roadhouse afterwords, and he will never forget eating rolls and giggling like little kids while you talked about the excitement of having all your children at home, and how much better your nerf battles would be in a few years. You are his best friend, you made him feel young again, and he wouldn’t have you any other way.

When you got back, giggling giddily through the door of your home, Tequila, Ginger, Galahad, and his wife Tilde were all snuggling the girls in the living room passed out cold to Frozen. Eggsy was on the floor, head resting between his wife’s legs, his arms loosely wrapped around a sleeping Daisy. Tilde snoozed in the armchair, a hand buried in Eggsy’s hair. Daisy was in Eggsy’s lap, legs wrapped around him like a Koala, her little face smooshed into his chest, arms hanging limply at her sides. Tequila was sprawled out on the couch, little Violet sleeping on his chest, his whole hand covering her back and dwarfing her. His Stetson was pulled over his eyes to block out the light. Ginger had Lavender in her crossed legs, creating a little basket for the baby to sleep in as she dosed against the couch, using Tequila as a pillow.

“Now when we left there was only one Agent here, and now I got three?” You laughed, whispering so as not to wake the babies, but softly enough to alert the adults to your arrival, before waking them, you had taken a billion pictures, and a copy of one rested proudly on Tequila’s desk. A picture of everyone freaking out a few seconds later when you showed them your engagement ring was on Whiskey’s.

He carefully stroked a hand down Violet’s little back, and gets lost for a moment in loving on his little flowers. You can’t help but watch fondly, letting him forget about what you called him in here for for a moment, just enjoying how much he loved his little family. Jack was already a good father, the way he treated Daisy like his own proved that, but seeing him with all three of your babies and handling it like a champ was such a blessing. You fell more and more in love with him every day.

“Sorry sweat pea, had to get my kisses in, but I seem to be missing one.” He grins wolfishly and you laugh.

“Oh? And who might THAT be?” You grin and lean in to kiss him softly.

“Got it!” He cackled evilly and kisses all over your face. He gets down on one knee and helps you slip your shoes on.

“This feels like I’ve been here before.” You laugh, gently placing a hand on Jacks cheek, staring at him with nothing but adoration in your eyes.

“Is that so? Well, while you got me here, I just figured I’d let you know I’d ask you a million times to marry me, but I’m glad it only took you once to say yes.” He winked and you chuckled as he kissed your knuckles and pulled himself up with a groan.

“Jack Daniels? If you had asked me the day we met to marry you, I would have said yes.” You laughed and he grins again, pulling in his own boots and Grabbing the diaper bag.

“Now, are we meeting your mother in law at the creek?” Jack arched a brow and you nodded with a hum of affirmation.

“Yes, she’s got Daisy Mae down there, and apparently she’s already jumped right in, dress and all.” You rolled your eyes and Jack laughed. “I put a towel and a change of clothes in there for her AND for you when you inevitably climb in after her. Jack grinned sheepishly, knowing you were right.

Today was a big day, today was the day he met your mother in law. Daisy’s only living grandparent, and the mother of your first love. Jack was nervous, you would never have to meet his deceased wife’s parents, because they couldn’t stand Jack, they had no contact after the funeral, and that suited him fine. Your mother in law was different. When you started dating her son, and she realized you didn’t have a mother, she took you in and mothered you like the daughter she never had. You spoke so highly of the woman, and still talked to her once a week even though her son had passed on. It was important to you that this woman blessed your new marriage, and he was a bit nervous. She hadn’t gotten to come down when Violet and Lavender were born, and when they got home, she very considerately waited to come down until they had settled in. She did however make a point of sending crocheted blankets and hats for the babies just like she had for Daisy. No difference would be made in these babies and Daisy on her watch, and Jack truly appreciated it. The closest the girls got to a grandparent on his side was Champ, so having a grandmother who loved them was something he truly appreciated.

He had talked to her once over the phone, expressly calling and asking her permission to marry you and adopt Daisy. The last thing he wanted was to be seen as stepping on her Son’s memory, and you loved her like a mother, so he wanted to do right by her. She was flabbergasted that he would go out of his way to do such a thing, and he will always remember what she said to him.

‘Darlin? That girl deserves the world. If my son were in her shoes, she would want nothing but the best for him, and I want nothing but the best for her because it’s what he would have wanted. That girl is my family, because I hate to say it, but I don’t have much left to spare, so as long as you’re okay with me treating you like a son, and you do right by my babies, all I can say is welcome to the family.’ She had been so kind, and he attempted to keep her as up to date as possible on the girls and your health while they were in the hospital. Today though, he would meet her in person, and he hoped that he would be all that she wanted him to be.

When you arrived at the creek, Daisy was holding court in the water with the frogs and the guppies as her subjects. She had a daisy chain on her head and a stick in her hands that she used like a wand. She was sat down and soaked up to her chest in her little pink play dress. Her hair was in a messy little bun on her head and she would reach up every once in a while to push her baby hairs out of her face with wet fingers. Jack grinned at the little wild child that had all but wrapped him around her little finger. She was his introduction to fatherhood, and she owned a special piece of his heart. He took a picture of her with his phone while you chatted with her grandmother Helen.

“He sure loves our Daisy don’t he?” Your mother in law sighed, grinning and taking one of the twins into her arms as you breastfed the other, planning to switch off momentarily, content to sit and watch your baby bewitch forest critters and swim about fully clothed in the shallow creek.

“Oh yeah, loves her with his whole heart. It’s enchanting.” You grinned.

“Oh my,” Helen chuckled, brushing a loose hair from your face while your hands were full. “You love him don’t you baby?” You nodded shyly and she hugged you to her side, pressing a hand to the side of your head while you leaned on her shoulder.

“Yeah momma, I do, but I loved James too.” You sounded a little guilty and she shushed you, instantly assuaging your fears with a motherly scold.

“I know you did honey, nobody could ever say you didn’t. I’m just happy you got a good one, it’s what my boy would have wanted. I want nothing but the best for you, and meeting him now? I know you’ll have it.” She cradled the baby close and grinned. “He makes beautiful babies, that’s for sure.” You laughed and it drew Jack’s attention, finally causing him to turn and come meet your mother in law. He removed his hat and slicked his hair back, reaching out his hand respectfully to Shake.

“Ma’am? It’s wonderful to meet you-“ he started nervously, only for Helen to smack his hand away and pull him into a bone crushing hug.

“I’m a hugger son, get used to it.” She laughed and Jack beamed at you as she welcomed him with open arms, it had been a long time since he had felt such motherly affection Ms he was taken aback by how easily she welcomed him into her arms. “I can’t believe I’m getting another son, I had one that was rowdy enough already, but I miss it.” She winked at him and they spent a good twenty minutes in quiet conversation while you all just mooned over the twins and little Daisy who was still prancing about in the water.

Eventually Daisy got tired, and Jack bundled her up in a towel to carry her home. The whole time you walked, he was in quite conversation with the little girl, placing kisses to her cheeks and forehead lovingly and Helen beamed at the sight, once again telling you how much she loved your new beaux. Eventually you reached the house, and you all stood around talking at Helen’s car.

“Will you be joining us for dinner tonight Helen?” Jack politely offered, taking Daisy back off her hands after she properly hugged and kissed her goodnight.

“Nah, I got myself a date!” You gasped and laughed and Helen winked at Jack who just looked stunned.

“Momma! You didn’t!” You laughed.

“Sure did sweet pea! Handsome fella too, met him when I took Daisy for ice cream this afternoon.” She laughed and you grinned. “Text me the code for the door though sugar, I’ll break in and make us all Breakfast in the morning and we can take the kids to the zoo.” She winked and Daisy, though exhausted, still found the energy to beg you to go.

“Oh alright,” you laughed. Hugging Helen one more time. “But you send me a picture when you get back so I know you got home safe, you hear?”

“Hey now! I’m the mom here not you!” She laughed, “go put my grand babies to bed and I will see you in the morning.”

Eventually your little house settled, the babies were in their cradles and Daisy was all washed up and tucked in. You were laying with Jack, and he was stroking your back while you talked about your days. He was glad to report that Helen officially loved him, and you were ecstatic, you knew she would, but it was nice to add another family member to your lives who loved him. One of the babies started crying about an hour or two after you fell asleep, and Jack got up to handle it, pressing a kiss to your forehead and muttering for you to ‘stay put.’

You could hear him in the other room, pacing and singing a little song about cowboys to the girls, so you snuck in to see both girls tucked into his arms while he rocked back and forth.

“Blue shadows on the trail

Little cowgirl close your eyes and dream

All of the doggies are in the corral

All of your work is done

Just close your eyes and dream little gal

Dream of someone.”

You broke out in a grin and you couldn’t help but feel like the luckiest woman alive. You had a second chance at love, and with someone who made you feel like you were a love struck teenager. Though it hadn’t been long, you and Jack had experienced a lot together, and through it all he proved time and time again there is nobody you would rather do life with. He settled the babies back in the crib and let the still blearily blinking Violet hold his finger while he finished the lullaby. You came up and wrapped your arms around his back, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades, before resting your ear against his back, listening to him rumble out the rest of the lullaby.

“Blue shadows on the trail

Soft wind blowing through the trees above

All the other little cowgirls are in the bunkhouse now

So close your eyes and dream.”

When violets eyes finally drooped close, he took one of your hands and pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “I love you Honeybee, thank you for all my pretty flowers.” He mumbled, spinning to face you, palming your hair from your forehead and stroking your cheeks.

“No problem Cowboy, I do it ‘cause I love you.” You pucker your lips, and Jack leans in to easily oblige your kiss. You make your way back to bed, and your about to fall asleep when your phone buzzes, and you go to check, only to see a picture of Helen with her date and a little message to let you know she got home safe. When you saw who her date was you gasped.

“Oh my god Jack!” You laughed and he raised an eyebrow, rolling over to look at your phone.

When you turned it to face him, his eyes nearly bugged out of his head. “Is that Champ!?”

You cackled and Jack joined you, suddenly delighted by what a small world this turned out to be. Yep, your little family was coming along nicely, and there was nobody you’d rather share it with than your perfect cowboy, and your pretty babies.

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[andrea-lyn]

Big thanks to @knoepfchen for the tag, bc I have been jonesing for some memes:

last song: been repeating formentera ii a lot, and days of oblivion specifically (metric), so that's probably the last thing

currently reading: somehow still in the middle of interesting times even though I probably should have finished it in november, but you know...life.

last film: in theatres - next goal wins. otherwise - my parents watched barbie for the first time and I enjoyed a rewatch.

currently watching: just started watching ms. marvel after fast-forwarding through the disappointment that was outer range (so much I should have liked in the premie! and yet, so bad!) and also, yonderland (pep pep pep!)

currently craving: new knees :(

currently consuming: just finished some graham crackers

three ships: let's go with ones I've been thinking about lately - michael/alex from roswell new mexico, spones, and joe/nicky

first ship: honestly can't even remember at this point, but honestly? probably piper/leo from charmed

favourite colour: green, with days of veering into blue

currently working on: just finished up a fic about joe/nicky being unsuspecting henchmen, and then it's focusing on a few others, with highlights being Zukka fake marriage, Zukka timeloops, Zukka time travel, and then some divorced Roy/Jamie, and an AU bc all I wanted was to use a Yonderland quote as inspiration. some other stuff in there too, but hey, I finished a thing

tagging @el-gilliath @christchex @bestillmyslashyheart @lazaefair @nielrian @nikomaria and anyone else who wants to steal it

[maskspurpose]

for superhero fic: 2, 8 (besides wtei), 9 for fine reunion: 7 for tori, 20, 22 and 13, 21 in general

Oh my god hiiii who are you <3 Putting these under a cut bc of how much I wrote LMAO

Superhero AU

2: How did you get the idea to write this?

WataEi week on twitter had a list of prompts and one of them included hero/villain au which made me think about how those are like... complicated and interesting roles for wataru and eichi respectively since theyve both played the protagonist and antagonist and how this could be an AU where you can explore that and another theme (masks) in a really fun way. It kinda like. appeared in my head fully formed especially bc superhero comics are a past special interest i've come back to a couple of times now.

8: Which character is gonna have the biggest storyline?

I meant to follow the broad strokes of ES1 main story and just retell it in this new framing device or rather like... see where it goes from there, so it would probably end up being Tori or Hokuto depending on where the dice of my focus falls. In a version of the story I was thinking about doing a type of monster of the week format similar to how many magical girl shows do it where the monster in question is like... the manifestation of the Mental Issues someone is having so I think in that version a lot of them have the potential to get a day in the spotlight.

Thinking about it some more though I really enjoy the worldbuilding I did for Yuzuru so. Honestly he's also a big candidate. It just feeds really well into a lot of the stuff that's happening.

9: Is there anything in the fic you're not so excited about writing?

I got extremely stuck on the worldbuilding and overarching plot and how to make it work without it being boring (bc of how much of it is retelling the main story) and also just... making the kinda complex morality stuff I wanna highlight work in a kinda cartoony setting?

The other thing is smaller but Wataru alternates pronouns depending on their identity in this story (at least in Eichi's POV) and keeping that straight is a headache and a half for me tbh.

fine reunion

7: What are your plans for Tori?

Okay so the setup of this fic is, essentially, what if EP:Link bad end where fine ends up disbanding, which means... you kind of have to imagine Tori's development re: the rest of fine as being stuck in that specific point in time? The last selfish thing he asked for didn't come true, so what does that mean... in this case it means he's suspicious of Wataru and passively pissed despite being aware that it's not fully justified.

I think at the same time he's grown more independent. He's grown up in a lot of ways that we can also see in ES2 and I think has become a lot more savvy and aware of unsavory business practices both by his own family and others. I think out of fine he's the one who seems like he's changed the most simply by virtue of being the one who had the most growing up to do. I think he's both become a bit more like Eichi in the roles he fills and a lot less like Eichi in how he does it? And where it all goes... we shall see!

20: Give a vague description of something that will happen without revealing too much

fine reunion album tour. four people with pent up emotional issues. in one bus and/or hotel room.

22: Will this fic include more angst or more fluff?

The reason I'm like willing to write it is because ultimately I want to lean towards fluff? I think there's ways to do this that get angsty really quickly and my original concept for it was leaning into that but ultimately I wanna focus on like... the fact that yes if fine split up these characters would stay the same in some ways but just how much personal growth is up to you as a person and imo one of the now most important things abt fine which is that they are together as a unit because they like each other and want to be.

There's still gonna be some angst and some topics are unavoidable just bc it will touch on like. idk a large part of the premise is that Eichi is doing the whole reunion bc he's doing an early retirement as an idol because of his health (no acute reasons and more of a precaution but it's still. yknow) and that Wataru left after EP:Link to become an actor. So there's issues.

General Questions:

13: Is there any unwritten/unpublished fics you haven't mentioned you're gonna do?

No promises but I still want to write something about Wataru and Keito working together on a script for Dramatica and what that would entail. I also wanna do a 5+1-ish (4+1?) thing/series about Wataru kissing the other eccentrics or something.

Part of me wants to one day do a collaboration on something with my boyfriend but we'd have to figure out the mechanics and I haven't brought it up to him yet, soooo 🤫🤫🤫

21: Is there any unwritten fic that you don't know if you ever will write?

Originally I was going to do a proper sequel to the Watareichi fic I wrote that's been shrinking in scope for a variety of reasons (less interest in writing wtrei as anything but exes, dissatisfaction with the fic it'd be a sequel to). There's a longer version of the Wataru & HiMERU drabble I wrote that'll never be done because uuuuuuh I really don't care for HiMERU anymore.

I have this whole AU i plotted out at some point where Wataru and Mama have a unit together bc I thought it'd be funny for a unit swap prompt but ultimately that's probably never going to happen.

IDK I have WIPs from fandoms I'm no longer in does that count?

[absurdthirst]

Hi Keri! I submitted a find a fic ask a while ago (like a long while ago…) and I figured I’d try again since it’s been so long. This fic is still on my mind and I haven’t been able to find it. It’s the one that got away 😭😭😭

It’s with Din, and he and reader are together. Reader thinks she is just bloated and tired but they go to a med center and find out she’s actually pregnant, and that she’s gone into labor at labor at 28 weeks. Din is very surprised as well, and I remember him telling the medics that if it comes down to one or the other, to save the reader. But they’re both okay in the end and then they have a little premie baby.

Does anyone remember this fic?

[irradiate-space]

Womp Womp Wednesday

Today's a checklist-making kind of day, and a checklist-ticking kind of week. I know what I want to do; just need to do the things.

[previously]

Reading and watching

Started watching the anime 86 Eighty-Six on a recommendation from the Terra Ignota Discord server. It's a neat story with good visuals, even if the animation is at times quite CGI. Everything that has been foreshadowed has paid off, which is quite good writing. I'm up through S1E10, so there's a little way yet to go.

UKLG's Gifts is neat as an episodic novel; this provides some inspiration for how to handle a longer-form narrative story that I wasn't sure would fit in a continuous day-by-day format like that used by, say, the Discworld novels.

r/r/'s group read channel has taken a turn towards shipgirl fic, so I'm reading a bunch of that. Presently reading Salvage, Sarcasm, and Submarines, which is the author's first fic and boy does that show in the writing quality. But despite the weird POV flips, the grammar and punctuation errors, and the atypical decision to personify the ship-faeries, I'm enjoying the story. The author clearly has an arc in mind, and knows the setting. Plus the premis is just fantastic: a nuclear submarine Abyssal rogue.

Computing/Crafting

I found my 3A powerbank, so the "Square Pi" project I mentioned last week is a go. I've replaced the pokey Pi 1B+ with the best available Pi in the house: a CM4 mounted to a StereoPi v2 carrier board. Testing with a HyperPixel 4 Square Touch worked great (well, with the Debian image, not with PostmarketOS). I've removed the cameras, and am fabricating a case. Currently on print 10. I don't have reference models in Blender for the StereoPi v2, and that makes modeling hard.

Maybe it'll be in usable shape by this evening; maybe not!

Writing

This is a to-do list, covering the next week-month-year-ever:

Post deinonychus skull docs and instructions for @prawnlegs

Post Vakama files to Thingiverse

Post Vakama staff files to Thingiverse - done

Post Vakama write-up

Post Vakama awards post

Post Vakama next-steps/edits list

Post 2023 NASFiC badge ribbons write-up, with edits for Bionicle

Copy robot dogs story edits off old uSD card

Revisit Graviton story

Finish Sniper story doodles

Music

The hot new DJ Crazytimes single has put me back on eurodance mixes from YouTube.

[ivystoryweaver]

a full out angst fest!! A whole ass fic!?

um excuse me BABY LETO????? I LOVE HIM. GIV ME HIM!

like a thousand knives went into my heart with the premie talk?? I'm not going to ask anymore, I'm just going to try to find the story/stories this happened in???? More on that later

Omg like the absolute horror for Laci, needing help but instead a man putting his hands on her. Sir, Santiago will take you out

The stranger woman is a good example of how most people in the world are decent, kind even. Most people do not want others to suffer and will try to help if they can. But because of monsters who do the things that were done to Laci, everyone is always on guard!

It's hard enough to accept a simple kindness and offer of help from a stranger, much more so after deep trauma.

I feel this though. thank goodness, I have not been through what Laci has, but I feel this failure as a mom when your own issues interfere with your child's care and you feel just so wrong about it and not enough. It does take a village.

Did you say where they live in Florida? they do live in Florida right?

So Miami is pretty close? Hoping they can go home soon. Ahhhhh the angst

WHAT IF

(and I'm sorry if I ask something that's happened in canon. I haven't read all the bonus LAL content yet)

What if Santi and Laci traveled for a vacation and she got lost from him or just had a triggering meltdown (if this is too sensitive a question, that's okay, I understand!)

Leather and Lace

RomanaVerse Birthday Bash

I just let you skip right ahead on this one lol You actually get a fic bc i love the idea

Santiago Garcia x OC!Lacina Dumas

For context, although I don't know if it'll come out officially, I think of Laci as autistic. He non verbal episodes, sensitivities, overwhelmed by sounds and people that was only compounded by her trauma. She has lower support needs in her 30's but thats how i view her.

Santi, first of all, would be losing his fucking mind if he lost her on vacation. He would he blame himself so fast but he also was good at keeping a clear head. Maybe they traveled to Miami after Leto was born (Since you havnt read bonus content or Take your time and for the longest time, in the current timeline Santi and Laci just got maried and Laci is 5 month pregnant with their son, Leto Antonio Garcia-Dumas. Name started as joke between me and Mona and when talking baby names but then we decided we liked it.)

Imagine it, Santi carrying Leto in a front carrier, both of them with glasses and blue hates and looking cute as hell matching. Santi admittedly had a slight preference for a girl but he was absolutely head over heels for his son. Perfect wife, perfect baby, perfectly family. He carried the baby, wanting to do it until he knees or neck start really bothering him. Laci was recovered by the c-section but he liked spending time close with Leto. He liked having his son right up to his chest while holding his pretty wife's hand as she practically skipped at the zoo.

He cant remember why he let go of her, something about adjusting Leto's hat? Or fixing the straps? It didn't matter. He kept walking, trusting Laci was at his side in the crowded zoo. Then, when it was done and he looked to his right she was gone.

Logically, Santi knew she hadn't been taken. Santi knew that in the US, women weren't grabbed off the streets for sex trafficking. He'd worked with enough anti-trafficking missions to know these women are mostly tricked, and almost always by people they trust. He knew that, really. Still there was still that panic, that flash in his head that he'd have to see her again the way he did when he found her. Beaten and bloodied, grey skinned and bones jutting out. Laci's therapist said he was traumatized from all he'd seen, from the way he found Laci, now his wife, in such a state. He'd reflect on this later.

More realistically, he knew as soon as Laci knew she was separated from him, she'd panic. She'd been doing amazing, recoverying in a lot of ways but she still can't be outside their home or her work without someone she trusts. He immidietly starts looking for her, calling out her name, wishing they'd gone with Frankie and Jana or Will and Lorelei so it wasn't just him looking, His left hand craddles Leto, protecting the pre-me as he pushed through crowds, his voice getting more and more frantic.

"LACI!!!"

Then he hears someone calling for security and a crowd gathering off in the distance a bit. He thinks the worst, and rushes off hoping he's found her. When he gets close he hears her. Laci is crumbled on the ground, trying to curl into a ball but the security had his hand on her arm, trying to pull her, saying she has to leave. An older woman with a toddler holding her hand is trying to defusing the situtation, saying to let her go, he's making it worse.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!" Rushes to his wife, yanks securities hands off his wife and drops down, trying to hold her but also be careful with Leto. He's crying now, the jostling of the search scarying him.

Security tells him they need to leave, Santi harshly tells him to shut up. He can't take care of Laci and Leto, Laci covering her ears but huddling close to him, crying hystericly. Santi hasn't seen Lace like this possibly ever, she usually shuts down during incidents. The nice older lady offers to hold Leto, and when Santi seems hesitant, she sits next to them on the ground. She can't run off with him, so he takes Leto out to where he is soothed by the stranger.

Santi gets behind Laci, squeezing her in a hug but not restraining her. He just knows she likes the pressure. She likes his arms around her while he speaks calming words. If she knows he's there, she knows she's safe.

*

Back at the hotel, Santi lets her rest. He orders her favorite foods and handles everything with Leto other than Laci breastfeeding.

It's 2 am, Laci is unable to sleep so they find I Love Lucy on the TV and watch it together in the warm glow, Letos travel crib safely next to their bed.

"I'm sorry baby." Santi whispers into her hair. "I shouldn't have let you out of my sight."

She shakes her head, pulling her hands out of the blanket to sign. "I'm 31. I should be able to go to a fucking zoo."

Laci doesn't swear. Not on principle, but its just not in her nature. When she does, he knows its real. She's upset with herself.

Santi knows he can't point out the obvious. That she hasn't lived a normal life, that she's experienced and survived horrors most people can't even comprehend. He knows that won't help. "It's okay, baby. You're making so many improvements, and I'm gonna be every step of the way with you. I'm so proud of how far you come."

It didn't have the desired effect. Her cute little face scrunched up, and she began to softly cry. How could he make her see? Make her understand how proud he was of her?

"I'll never be a good mom"

And Santi's heart shatters, breaks into a million pieces at the though she thinks she isn't. Laci hold a lot of guilt for Leto being premature and thus being born blind. She thinks she got pregnant too soon, that she didn't take care of her stress levels enough, or eat right or this or that. She loves Leto so much she feels she can't be enough.

"Munequita, no, no oh my god... you're a wonderful mother, the best he could ever ask for."

But she shook her head, signing, "I can't take him to the park alone. I can't go drive him to a friends house. I can't-"

"Lace..." Santi cupped her face, guiding her to look at him, his own eyes wet with tears. "Plenty of parents can't do that sort of thing, but that's okay. You don't have to do it alone. I'm gonna be here. We'll go to the park together, I'll drive you both around. You've shown me you can handle those high stress moments when it comes to the safety of those you love... You'll do it for him if you need to. But, Miss Lacina, listen to my words. You will be there for Leto in all the most important ways. You'll support him in all his activities, give him everything he needs to thrive even with hearing loss. You'll be the most loving mother the world has ever seen, and Lace? Leto adores you. He adored you now, and he always will. We're both lucky to have you."

Her body language relaxes, and Santi sees a little smile on her pretty face. He kisses her nose.

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I love them they are like my children ;-;

Tagging a few people who still show interest in lal stuff <3

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @missdictatorme @itspdameronthings @poeedameronn @pimosworld @miraclesabound