#time to add this to future fics thank you for sharing :D

[giggly-squiggily]

We love to talk here about breaking a lee through their worst spot, but hear me out

Breaking a lee through a mostly not ticklish spot

Sure, it’s nice to watch the hysteria that arises after targeting a spot that drives them up the wall, but that’s easy–anyone could do that. It’s infinitely more satisfying to find a spot that just makes them twitch or giggle lightly, and then just fucking camp out there until they can’t stand it anymore. Watching as it moves from bearable to annoying, to itchy, to ticklish, to omg move somewhere fucking else. Because something like that takes persistence and skill, you have to be patient and okay with delayed gratification, which isn’t always easy. But it’s so worth it. 

Not to mention, you get to watch all their reactions in real time. Often when going after a worst spot all their reactions blend together and it’s hard to tell what’s causing what. But with this, you can easily tell when you accidentally touched down on bare skin, or used your nails, or rose just a bit higher then intended. The inhaled breath, the clenched fist, the screwed up face, the flinch of their skin as their body instinctively reacts before they can help it. 

I fucking live for that shit. 

[clarionglass]

gang,,,,, gang. i am honestly still reeling from The game changer account reblogging the comic,,,, my god. my god.

for newcomers: welcome! thank you for being here!! for those who may have only seen the part of the fic linked to the comic, this is part 6 in the series (because truly i cannot stop myself). all the other parts are linked in the lil game master cinematic universe blurb i've got down the bottom of the post, and the whole thing is now on ao3!

and speaking of my lil blurby thing, if anyone else wants to play around in the game master cinematic universe, tag me so i don't miss it and i'll add whatever you make to the list!! and if you just want to chat about the crossover, hit me up! truly i am so happy to have as many people playing in this sandbox as want to be here :D

but anyway, without further ado:

a selection of correspondence (game master cinematic universe, part 6) | read on ao3

From: Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) To: Group <Dropout cast and crew> Subject: Announcements and info

Hi all,

Just a quick announcement that we have a new member of the team joining us at Dropout! Some of you have met him already, although you may not have realised it—he worked on A Game Most Changed and Escape the Greenroom in season 5, and Bingo, Deja Vu, Beat the Buzzer and Sam Says 4 in season 6, doing some of the hosting in my place.

And before you ask how that can be, this man is my exact doppelganger! He’s a time traveling alien who, for the moment, we are calling Other Sam, because we’ve agreed that the name he’s chosen is not exactly appropriate in a workplace setting. He’s here on a kind of rehabilitation program, as shows like Game Changer provide the sort of enrichment that he needs, without him having to resort to things like planetary conquest and murder. We also have him to thank for our new studio—he has kindly allowed us to use his (currently grounded) spacetime machine to record in, seeing as he did blow up our original studio. On an operational basis, nothing should have changed with the studio, but I do recommend you don’t go poking around in cupboards, just in case.

I promise on everything dear to me that this is not a joke.

I hope you’ll all make Other Sam feel welcome! So there’s minimal confusion between the two of us, he and I will be taking care to differentiate ourselves (he says he will try and look, in his words, “more evil”, although I’ll admit I’m not quite sure how that will work).

Series leads and producers, if you would like to include Other Sam in one of your shows, please let me know. He’s a lot of fun to work with, and he’s promised us his best behaviour, so I can guarantee there will be none of the aforementioned planetary conquest and murder. Of course, the wellbeing of all Dropout cast and crew is my highest priority, so if any of you are not comfortable working with him, please let me know as well, and production and I will ensure you are not cast in the same episodes. In future seasons of Game Changer, we will be sharing the hosting duties, so if you’re on an episode, it’ll be made clear which of us you’ll be working with.

On a related note, you know I hate being the bearer of bad news about mandatory seminars, but there is a training seminar next Monday on psychic defence techniques. This seminar is a requirement if you’re going to be working with him, and even if you’re not planning on that, I’d strongly advise coming along anyway.

As always, if you’ve got any questions, don’t hesitate to get in touch!

Cheers, Sam

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[Note: many responses with the general sentiment of “what the fuck?!” have not been included in the selection of return correspondence.]

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From: Brennan Lee Mulligan (@gmail.com) To: Sam Reich (@droput.tv) Subject: Re: Announcements and info

I need this man in the dome immediately. 

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From: Siobhan Thompson (@gmail.com) To: Sam Reich (@droput.tv) Subject: Re: Announcements and info

Hi Sam,

Many thanks for your email, and for letting us know about Other Sam. You don’t need to confirm or deny this, but I’m assuming he did something to us during the Deja Vu recording. I haven’t felt entirely comfortable around you since then, and until now I haven’t been able to find a logical reason why. You mentioned psychic defence techniques in your email, so I take it that there was some kind of mental fuckery involved—perhaps a memory wipe? 

I don’t know what he did, and I’m not sure I want to know, but whatever it is, I don’t think it’s good. I would very much appreciate it if I don’t have to work with him.

Best wishes, Siobhan

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From: Grant O’Brien (@gmail.com) To: Sam Reich (@droput.tv) Subject: Re: Announcements and info

Hey Sam,

I’m already digging up info for a Breaking News segment. There’s someone on reddit called scarfytwin who says they might be able to give us some good info, but I might need to sign a few things first? Looks like it’s tangled up in some British government stuff, which is wild. Sounds juicy, whatever it is, and I reckon it would be good payback…

Best, Grant

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From: Lou Wilson (@gmail.com) To: Sam Reich (@droput.tv) Subject: Re: Announcements and info

Man, are you telling me that Samuel Dalton was kind of a real fucking thing?? No way. If you let me punch him *hard* one time I’ll go on any show with him.

Cheers, Lou

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From: Brian David Gilbert (@gmail.com) To: Sam Reich (@droput.tv) Subject: Re: Announcements and info

Hi Sam,

This explains a lot about the weird feelings I’ve been having since Deja Vu! I know something terrible probably happened during that recording, but I’d love to just sit down with Other Sam and have a chat. Do you recommend we just meet in a professional context, or would that be something you’re able to organize?

Thanks, Brian

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From: Zac Oyama (@gmail.com) To: Sam Reich (@droput.tv) Subject: Re: Announcements and info

Cool.

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From: Ally Beardsley (@gmail.com) To: Sam Reich (@droput.tv) Subject: Re: Announcements and info

Absolute freak behavior and i love this for you, sign me up for anything!

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From: Mike Trapp (@gmail.com) To: Sam Reich (@droput.tv) Subject: Re: Announcements and info

Hi Sam,

Huh, that sure explains some things. This will probably be cool in future, but for right now, I think I need to do a bit of processing. I’ll let you know!

Cheers, Trapp

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From: Vic Michaelis (@gmail.com) To: Sam Reich (@droput.tv) Subject: Re: Announcements and info

Hi Sam,

Intriguing! If you think he’d be up for the prosthetics, I’d love to have either of you on Very Important People next season. Both of you together would be even better!

Vic

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From: Lily Du (@gmail.com) To: Sam Reich (@droput.tv) Subject: Re: Announcements and info

Hey Sam,

I’ve had a chat to Grant, and I would love to put this guy on Dirty Laundry. Grant says he’ll share what he finds out from the reddit person with me, and we might be able to make a good episode happen.

Cheers, Lily

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From: Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) To: Other Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) Subject: Fwd: Announcements and info

Well, most people seem to have taken it well! Looks like we’ll be having some fun…

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From: Other Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) To: Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) Subject: Re: Fwd: Announcements and info

“Not exactly appropriate in a workplace setting”?

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From: Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) To: Other Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) Subject: Re: Re: Fwd: Announcements and info

We discussed this. You agreed.

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From: Other Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) To: Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) Subject: Re: Re: Re: Fwd: Announcements and info

I most certainly did not. I said “hm”. “Hm” does not count as agreement.

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From: Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) To: Other Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Fwd: Announcements and info

You do know this is a group of people who I can guarantee, on hearing the word “Master”, would react the exact same way Grant did?

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From: Other Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) To: Sam Reich (@dropout.tv) Subject: Re: Re: Re: Re: Re: Fwd: Announcements and info

Fine. “Other Sam” it is.

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missed an installment of the game master cinematic universe?

original idea by @ace-whovian-neuroscientist: x

art by @northernfireart concept: x scissor sisters sketch: x sam and his doppelganger: x escape the death beam: x

by @bloopdydooooo drawing collection: x

writing by me (!) part one (escape the greenroom): x part two (deja vu): x part three (sam says 4): x part four (you think you know someone): x part five (point and counterpoint): x part six (a selection of correspondence): you are here!

[aziraphales-library]

Hi

I hope you haven't been asked this before. I've looked through the tags I don't think I've seen one that relates. I've just finished syrupfactory's Ineffably Ever After series, it was so sweet and adorable. I loved the idea of exploring them in the far flung future.

Do you know of any other fics that explore them in the distant future or do you have #farfuture or #distantfuture or equivalent tags that I've missed?

Finally, thank you so much for this amazing resource. You are basically my GO fic encyclopedia. Whenever I've finished a fic, I come back here pick a tag and find my next obsession! Keep up the amazing work ❤️

Hello. We have a #future fic tag, with a few fics on. Here are more to add...

The Earth and All the Kingdoms Thereof by MagnetoTheMagnificent (NR)

Thousands of years into the future, the Earth is dying, and the angels have fled with the humans. Only one demon remains to try and make the Earth habitable again. (Alternate Universe inspired by Wall-E)

Angels are from Heaven, Demons are from Hell by Mrs_Cake_Is_Here (M)

Angels have created new alien species, 24th century Earth has turned into paradise, and Aziraphale and Crowley are Bored and in a Rut. Their once spicy Partnership is now steeped in monotony, miscommunication, and a significant amount of doubt about their future. Aziraphale believes a vacation filled with five-star travel accommodations and a stay on a pleasure planet is the solution. But even the best laid plans of angels and demons can go awry. Aziraphale and Crowley will have to overcome travel disagreements, contact embarrassment, transporter phobia, boring archaeology lectures, Deanna Troi, and the Essentialist Movement's sabotage of Risa, while trying to find time to physically and emotionally reconnect and start communicating (eventually). Basically, a lighthearted Good Omens-Star Trek crossover romp that follows Aziraphale and Crowley through the world of 90s-version 24th century Trek. They eventually find themselves in DS9 season 05 episode 07 (essentially as extras), where their vacation is inconveniently interrupted by a bunch of fundamentalists whose dastardly deeds inadvertently help an angel and a demon realize how much they love one another.

To Ineffability and Beyond! by NotASpaceAlien (E)

Far into the future, Aziraphale and Crowley get a new assignment: to accompany humanity into the deepest reaches of a distant galaxy.

Tribute by snae_b (E)

Water is scarce, the surface is unlivable, and Eden isn’t the paradise Aziraphale once thought he knew. But for a Guardian on the run, it's out of one lion's den, into another.

Above by AppleSeeds (M)

After watching the world suffer total ecological and societal collapse, Crowley is forced to live and work in a warehouse growing and supplying food to the powerful elite living 'Above', his only source of entertainment his attempts to flirt with one of the guards, who just happens to be insanely attractive. Crowley is shocked when the guard ends up offering him a position as his personal assistant, with an ulterior motive that might be too good to be true. The two of them agree to work together, but can't let anyone from Above find out what's really going on, hiding the true nature of their association under the guise of an intimate relationship, although it isn't long before Crowley starts to yearn for the closeness he shares with Aziraphale to become something real.

One Wild and Precious Life by syrupfactory (E)

After living only on planets, Dr. Azi Fell is eager to begin a new life and career in space. Eden Station doesn’t have the best reputation, but he couldn’t be more excited to be there. On his first day at the infirmary, he meets Anthony Crowley, a man with gorgeous auburn hair and fascinating tattoos, who oddly refuses pain meds ... and quickly turns out to be Azi's most frequently injured patient.

- Mod D

[soupgoose]

I’m Right Here

Summary :  After weeks, the  Captain of the Invincible had still not woken from their Cryopod. And while most of the crew has lost hope, Mark, now as Acting Captain still held on to the thought that they would. Was it denial, or a foolish hope that his beloved Captain would wake up? Possibly. But whatever was going on in his head wasn’t going to change their fate. And Mark hadn't left their side. No one wanted their Captain to stay asleep forever, but in this state, they weren't really alive either.

Genre : Hurt/Comfort, Angst (with a happy ending)

Word Count :  2500 

Paring :  (Sort of) Head Engineer Mark / [Gender Neutral]Captain, Captaineer

TW: I’ll add these since there is mention of being in a comatose state and self-blame but that’s it!

A/N: I'M BACK BABY

No jokes, I have returned from my unofficial hiatus (cough-burn out-cough) and I am ready to write again! First time writing 2nd person for a fic, so please let me know how I can improve. Slightly shorter than how I prefer my writing, but I didn't want it to drag.

I hope you enjoy and thank you for reading! As always, if you have any ideas or critiques for how I can improve in the future, please let me know!

Happy reading! -Soup :D

  “Hey, Mark? ‘You in here?” Gunther called out from the doorway.

The engineer sat alone in the small break room, hands in a fist held in front of his face. His expression was difficult to read as most of the lights were turned off. A few emergency lights at the corners of the room dimly lighting the man's figure.

“Mark…” Celci spoke quietly, a contrast from how she typically spoke to him.

Only receiving a quiet sigh from him, she exchanged a nod between herself, Gunther, and Burt. Burt stepped in, flicking the light switch by the room’s entrance. Mark winced at the sudden brightness, covering his eyes with his hands. He sniffed, turning his head towards them, “I’m guessing nothing new then?”

The man's eyes were glossy and red, now shimmering under the fluorescent lights. There were marks left from tears that had fallen from his eyes, leaving only the path that they took down his face.

“Well, they’re vital signs are stable, but they’re still sleeping.”

The corners of his mouth fell into a deeper frown, his eyebrows furrowed as he closed his eyes. His knuckles rested against his forehead as his thumbs pressed at the space in between his brows.  

“We know that that’s not the news that you wanted to hear, Mark. But at the very least, they are still healthy…”

His brown eyes looked focused at the table in front of him. Only looking up when Gunther came over to stand next to him. He looked wordlessly at his friends, all sharing the same worries he had. “They’ve been “healthy, for almost a month.” he started, “What if-” he fought hard against the knot that formed at the base of his throat, “-What if they don’t-” stopping himself, he turned away from them as he attempted to clear his throat.

The four knew what he wanted to ask, even though he had already done so many times before.

Even when he already knew that their answer wouldn’t change. He just didn’t know what else to say.

He took a moment to collect himself before clearing his throat, “It’s been three weeks… how much longer do you think we should wait?”

Celci gathered a breath, “We don’t know. It's- we're worried that if we force them out of cryo sleep, their vitals and brain functions would suffer. But then again, if we wait too long, we aren't sure if they’ll be able to- ehhem- We’re not sure how much damage Cryo is doing to them as it is.” Her voice began to falter. Celci was known as a hard and calculated person, though she had her moments, but her mood had taken the same turn that everyone else’s had.

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After arriving at their final destination, while every other crew member had woken up to begin work on starting the new colony, their Captain remained asleep.

In the beginning, no one was particularly worried. Cryo sleep can often be difficult to emerge from, especially taking into consideration how long the individual had been out for.

However, as days began to pass, more and more of the crew began to grow concerned. The Captain hadn’t shown any signs of progression in waking up. And their vital scans remained consistent with how they were when they had first entered the cryo pod.

The only distinguishable detail was that they'd showed a small spike every so often, similar to when a person enters REM sleep.

After 5 days, the leads from every division of the crew had gathered for a meeting. Without the guidance of the Captain, they decided that the four main crew leads, Mark, Celci, Gunther, and Burt, would take over leading the building faze of the colony, until the Captain emerged. Since Mark was the head engineer, and had been in charge for the creation of the Invincible 2, he was appointed as the temporary Captain. While the other three had to be involved in all decisions, his word was final.

Two and a half weeks have passed since then.

Was it denial, or a foolish hope that his beloved Captain would wake up? Possibly. But whatever was going on in his head wasn’t going to change their fate. Mark hadn't left their side. His coworkers had found him multiple times asleep leaned up against the cryopod’s door. The three had tried to convince him that he should try to let them go, but he always refused. No one wanted their Captain to stay asleep forever, but in this state, they weren't really alive either.

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“I’m going to go see them.” He said, getting up from his spot.

“Mark… I- We know you don’t want to think about it, but the longer we wait, there will only be a higher likelihood of there being more damage.”

Ignoring them, he began to walk past.

“Come on Mark, we need to talk about this.” Gunther spoke firmly, grabbing him by his sleeve.

“I just need a second!” Mark's eyes had an irritated gleam to them. “...Please.”

Burt placed his hand on Mark’s arm before looking back at Gunther. Gunther’s hand dropped back to his side with a sigh.

“Another few minutes won’t change anything. I just need to collect my thoughts, okay?”

The group hesitantly let him go. They needed to decide soon. And they needed Mark to be the one to do it.

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Their Cryopod had been moved to a quieter, more isolated and sterile part of the ship. An old additional medical bay was preferable to the front control room. With less foot traffic, the Captain’s attendants could better maintain and focus on taking care of them.

The room was a bit darker as well. So long as they didn’t leave the monitor screens on full brightness.

Mark found it to be… comforting? More relaxing, maybe? As the acting Captain, he found that the crew had taken an interest in talking and meeting with him more than they used to. He would probably have enjoyed the extra attention, if it weren't for the current circumstances.

On top of having to run a growing colony and managing all of the new affairs of his current job, he was bombarded with questions, including the ones that he didn’t have answers to, and the ones didn’t want to answer. “Mark, are there any updates on the Captain’s condition?”

“Have you and the team come up with a plan?”

“Are they dead?”

But here, as grim and morbid as it may be, he found an ounce of peace. Even though it was accompanied by a deep and profound sadness.

“Hey, Cap’n…” He greeted them quietly. Although there was no response, he still paused for one.

He sat with his back pressed against the wall adjacent to their Cryopod, so he could maintain a close distance to them, while also being able to see the cold blue doors.

“Now I get why you don’t like all of the crew's attention. I mean yeah, some of it’s nice, but all of the time? I understand why you like being alone.” He said before chuckling to himself briefly. He could almost hear their laughter.

As he did everyday, he relayed any updates and reports there were. Including any funny stories if they happened. He felt that it was his duty, since he wasn’t really the Captain. He needed to keep them up to date on what was going on with their colony. That roll still belonged to them after all, they had earned it.

He sat with them for a long time in silence. Well, kind of silence. Their heart and oxygen monitors, along with the various other beeps bops, were present in the background.

Eventually, he continued,

“C.C and the team want me to come up with a decision. I just, don’t think I can. I don’t want this to be a lost hope yet. I want to believe that you’ll wake up one of these days, and then everything will just go back to the way things were…”

“But… I don’t know how long that will take, Cap.” His voice wavered, and he forced out a hard sigh.

“I don’t know how to do this without you. I trust you more than anybody, more so than myself… I should have listened to you. I shouldn’t have tried to blame you. I- I shouldn’t have tried to be the hero…I was so reckless…now you-"

He brought his knees up to his chest as tears started to well in his eyes.

He scoffed, burying the quiver in his voice with a brief cough.

He looked up at one of their monitors. From what he had remembered it was one of the ones that showed some of their brain functions. He had asked to be present though the majority of the Captain’s "check-ups". While he denies it, there wasn’t anything that he wasn’t there for, despite the crew’s suggestions for him to “Let them do their work in peace.” He never really left the Captain’s side so long as he could help it.

Through that he had gleaned a bit of an understanding of what all the peaks and dips meant on the screen. He watched closely at the lines, taking note of what he believed to be them entering a state similar to REM.

"I wonder what you're dreaming about Cap." he started, "I hope it's something nice. Like a quiet beach or a cabin, where nothing matters… just peace…"

A small smile almost broke through his frown, imagining his dearest friend somewhere peaceful for the first time in multiple eternities.

Then reality hit him again. “It's my fault, isn’t it?” He asked in a quiet voice. “Everything we went through- It was my fault. The warp-core…The loops… It was all my fault. All you did was try to clean up my mess. You believed in us, you believed in me, and all I gave you in return was nothing but blame and hate.”

“How could you forgive me?”

For a while after that, he sat there, quietly sobbing into his knees. Out of every person on the Invincible, no one wanted the Captain to wake up more so than himself. He needed to apologize to them. To talk to them again. Face to face.

He didn’t need them to forgive him. Frankly, he wouldn't care if they never wanted to see him again after that. He just needed to know that they were alive. That all of their efforts had mattered.

From inside, unknown and unnoticed, a new movement stirred. Their stiff and sore body rose from its rest, their muscles trying to stretch within the limited room. They let out a stifled yawn, rubbing the sleep away from their eyes. Their hands moved to rub small circles into their neck, wincing every so often when finding a particularly sore spot.

Confused, they tapped at the screen in front of them, after having gotten used to the monotone voice waking them up, the quiet was unnerving. Through their slight shiver, they heard a very muffled and desperate voice from beyond the blue walls.

As they reached for the door they stopped abruptly.

“C-captain… I’m so- so sorry Captain. I should have trusted you more. I just- I need you-I need you to wake up, tell me what I should do…”

They were taken aback, surprised at hearing him sound so upset. Especially over them. How long had they taken to wake up? Why was Mark so desperate for their advice? Had their plan worked? Was all of this finally over? Were they finally free from the constant repeats and agony?

Continuous questions raced through their mind, only halting when they heard Mark speak again.

“We need you back, Captain. I need you….”

Their voice was hoarse, just barely able to call out to him as the words scratched against their vocal cords.

He hadn’t heard them.

“I can’t keep going like this- you’re supposed to be the captain, not me. I didn’t sign up for this. I never thought that you wouldn’t be able to lead. Why would I-”

They tried to call out to him again, a little louder. They tried the door, pushing against it, but their body still hadn’t regained all of its strength. It was still not enough

A few corridors down, Celci and the other cryo-engineers received a shocking notification.

"Holy shit."

"Please wake up…" his words were weak and desperate. "Captain please, just wake up."

Frustrated, they reached up to hit the emergency release latch, and the Cryopod door swung open.

Their knees almost hitting the ground before catching themselves. They squinted at the brightness from the screens flashing with warnings. Sterile air hitting their lungs as they caught their breath. Though heavily disoriented, they heard a small voice from behind them.

“Captain?”

The captain turned to look at their distressed partner. He looked so small, so… hopeless.

The flashing lights illuminated the streaks of tears that followed the curve of Mark’s face.

He was speechless, his eyes wide with shock. Unsure if he was dreaming this, or if all of his wishes suddenly were answered. Their face looked unscathed, their features just as he remembered them from when they first arrived on the Invincible. No bruises or cuts, they looked… alive.

He was expecting anger, hate, something to lash out on him at any moment. And the longer they stared, the harder he braced himself. Whatever was coming, he felt he deserved it.

After what felt like an eternity, they moved, taking a small step towards him.

“Mark?” the captain asked in a voice just above a whisper, “Is that you?”

As they inched closer, Mark instinctively brought his hands up, almost on guard.

He wanted to answer, but every word that came to mind got caught in his throat.

Only able to whimper, “Captain. I am so, so sorry…” He couldn’t stop more tears from pouring over and down his face, and a river of emotions raged. “I am so, so, sorry. I-I thought I- I thought you weren't going to wake up. I thought I had ki-”  

“It was all my fault.” he sobbed. “I don’t care if you never want to see me again, I just needed to know that you were okay. So, please go ahead. Yell, scream, just do something! I can take it-” he stopped mid-sentence.

The Captain looked horrified. Years of memories and trauma lingered at the forefront of their mind, all of it pointing at the respective catalyst. Everything they went through, each ounce of pain should have made them so terribly mad at the engineer. It would have been so easy to let it consume them, let all of that rage take control and let loose on the poor man…

But they couldn’t.

Mark wasn’t aware of the opening door, or the gasps from the doorway. He could only feel their warm arms, and the steady sound of their heart-beat coming from their chest. Caught off guard, it took him a solid few seconds for him to react. The way their arms wrapped around him, the way they held the back of his head to their chest… They weren't mad at him at all.

Holding them back tightly, and burying his head deeper into their chest, he felt so relieved.

They were alive.

Through his shaky breaths and sobs, he heard the voice he realized just how much he had missed.

“I’m right here, Mark."

“I’m right here.”

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A/N:

YIPEE I FINALLY GOT THIS THING OUT OF MY DRAFTS!!!

In all seriousness, thank you for reading. I know I’ve been absent from tumbler lately, however, I’m planning on hoping right back into writing! I have quite a few more WIPs that I plan on posting relatively soon (wink wonk) and I can’t wait for you all to see them!

If if you have any ideas or critiques for how I can improve in the future, please let me know! Thank you again. 

Happy Reading!

-Goose :D

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

Hello!!! :D Hope you've been having a nice day so far! 💖

For whe writers truth & dare ask game: 🍓🥤🦷🏜️🥐

hi!!!! you too!!!!! it's been pretty uneventful for me lol.

thanks for the ask!!

heres the ask game if anyone wants to see it.

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

It was elementary school. 5th grade or so, but I was deeply invested in TMNT 2012 with a few of my friends. We would all talk about it, and at one point I wrote a little story in my notebook by hand without knowing what it was called about the show (its long since lost in a flood that happened years ago rip) but I found ff.net months later because I had two infatuations. TMNT 2012 and the original teen titans. I even remember reading fanfic on deviantart. I was really big into April and Donnie and Beast Boy and Raven. I didn't start posting anything until my Wattpad days around 14-16. That was about bandom, Pitch Perfect, then Citrus (I have made bad choices and I meme on myself now but I was JUST THAT STARVED for wlw ships.) Anyway wattpad account got deleted and there was a whole thing where my email got hacked and everything just is gone. (its really soulcrushing to lose work like that). But yeah!! I got back into fanfic during 2020 and the pandemic because I had watched a movie and just decided to write for it. I don't recommend reading anything of that era because it's cringe and just... no.

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

SHOUT OUT TO MY FRIEND GHOST!!!! @localowlhousefanatic. THEIR WORK IS AWESOME AND THEY WRITE SOME AMAZING VEESHA STUFF. ALSO SHOUT OUT TO @witch128chick!!!

Can I give multiple fanfics I love though?? I can't add everyone due to time but I'll give a couple.

TOH:

1.) learning how to be (with you by my side) by uniqueusernamegenerator (<- THIS is my favorite toh fanfic) 2.) I’ll Catch You by Black_Cat_Autumn 3.) all i got is my heart (and my pride) 4.) warm coffee, summer blues by uniqueusernamegenerator 5.) "I love you," ain't that the worst thing you ever heard? by kfaerie 6.) The Rest is History by amityadmirer for Shannon_shannon_shannon 7.) No Tip Necessary by Rohad 8.) i want you to be here (but please don’t come near) by stongrays 9.) Tallmity and Petite Luz future au by the_Shan_yousee 10.) You're My Rainbow in the Dark (HAITUS) by Underw0rld

Arcane: 1.)the oldest game by thehaakun 2.) the heart is a bullet by thehaakun 3.) The World Ends, Or Doesn't by Misthios 4.) how big, how blue (how beautiful) by panglosian

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

Story sprints are a godsend. Also plotting helps alongside voice memos. I don't really have someone to bounce ideas off of but it helps me to verbalize what I'm thinking if I'm stuck so sometimes I talk through what I'm thinking aloud. Also making playlists or mood boards/collages of character outfits. Just giving you a more visual aspect of what you want to write.

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

Just genuine praise of my work feels nice. I don't get comments often. Sometimes they give me anxiety too. Maybe if you have any pointers of my fic to say something like that??

🥐 ⇢ name one internet reference that will always make you laugh

FOG HORN SOUND EFFECT. SORRY BUT IT CRACKS ME UP.

[deafknell]

Reading your answers from that ask meme and I've thought about trans Anastasia before too! It's a good hc. I wonder if there's any other ideas related to that hc that you'd like to share, cause I'm all ears

And if you ever write that fic I'll be there to read 👍

Hey hey! Thanks for the ask, I'm really glad to hear I'm not the only one thinking of it :D Apologies for the delay in getting back to you, I've been away on vacation all week haha.

This will be a lot of rambling rather than direct points, but I'll go over the main areas my headcanon falls under:

Her establishing her own identity/role as a hyena/parallels to the boy in Kararagi Girl Meets Cats

Clinging to a very feminine presentation/insistence on being a maiden

For the first one, we know from her side stories that Ana was a hyena, a poor orphan in the streets of Banan in the Kararagi city states. Most kids there grew up fending for themselves, with no discernable identity, name, or even any hope of climbing out of "the hole" they dwell in. With Kararagi law being incredibly vile as well, the most common fate for a hyena was either starvation, dying of illness or injury from other hyenas/unsavory people, or becoming a slave.

Anastasia is a very unique case. Not only was she able to eventually get a job after being saved from slavery (with Ricardo's help) but Ana was also able to actually name herself - Anastasia (coming from "Anagura" or "the hole" in reference to where she came from) Hoshin (from the most well known man of Kararagi, Hoshin of the Wastelands) This is very significant as, to my knowledge, we have not seen any other hyena reach anywhere near the level of importance that Anastasia has.

You can draw a lot of parallels between Ana in "Kararagi Girl Meets Cats" and the hyena boy she encounters. The boy, while bearing no name or relevance beyond his background, is probably the earliest example of Anastasia's morals being shaken up. When seeing the boy stare at her eating, she directly thinks of how stupid it is to rely on charity that doesn't exist, all while knowing she would have nothing if not for the charity of Ricardo and the bartender who took her in. It's made clear several times that Ana sees a lot of herself in the boy she encounters, even as she directly refuses to help him or do anything.

The boy, of course, steals her wallet and as a result causes her to be brought into slavery temporarily, but there's a lot in the boy's short appearance that leads you to think about the parallels between them. It's said a few times that Anastasia as a child fared stunted growth, but the full implications aren't as clear as they probably could be.

Anastasia's first meeting with Ricardo in "RIsing in Life Memorial Day" has her described as an untidy human child dressed in rags and filthy from head to toe, with very little trust in humanity. After seeing several men trying to grab her, Ricardo steps in to stop them from collaring her and marking her as a slave.

The very first thing she says to Ricardo after he offers her a bite of his pastry is this: "I’m no brat, I’m a girl. Don’tcha you call me that again, old man."

Interesting that's the thing that sticks with her - that her priority after nearly being made a slave for protecting two demihumans was to make sure she was addressed as a girl, right?

Later in that same side story, she seems enamoured with the clothes Ricardo picks out for her and it's mentioned about her wanting to grow her hair out. She's thrown out of her element, looking actually presentable, with Ricardo telling her she'll be starting work soon and it'll be up to her to sort her future out. Ricardo nicknames her Ana-bo, something confirmed in the Q&A to be because he thought she was a boy when he found her.

(Little side note: One of the Hoshin Sayings Ana sticks by goes as "Women should be courageous, and men should be charming." Which definitely adds to it, imo)

Something that Ana does repeatedly in the stories of her as a kid (both the translated and untranslated ones) is insist constantly shes a fair maiden or that she's a woman. Tappei has a habit of writing it a bit creepily (very weird comments made about a teen girl's body) but for the most part, she gets mad whenever Ricardo doesn't quite treat her as a normal girl.

One strong example is in one of the untranslated SS, "Bonds of Ice/Seven Years After/Anastasia Part", where Ana gets mad at Ricardo for not giving her a cute nickname and insisting on calling her Ana-bo or treating her as a kid. To be fair to Ricardo, he's been looking after her for years at this point and she's barely grown (due to prior reasons of malnutrition) but it definitely upsets her being seen as a kid and not treated as a cute girl.

The last point comes at a stretch, and very much headcanon, but I think a big element as well is how Anastasia really values and is attracted to Julius - somebody who frequently goes out of his way to treat her like a precious lady at every opportunity. He's the face of chivalry and will always engage with her teasing comments on her looks or behaviour, which always makes her happy. Where Ricardo will treat her like a daughter and the triplets call her their boss, Julius gives her that fairy tale fantasy treatment that she's probably longed for all throughout her years hating humanity and struggling to even eat at times.

I don't think I could do the headcanon justice in my own writing to the standard it deserves, but if I had the time to do so, I'd focus lots on that yearning part of Ana's childhood being explored through meeting Julius and spending time with the Iron Fang. Having the money for pretty clothes that she couldn't even look at, being able to hold onto coins that never fit her hands before... there's an unmistakeable amount of tragedy built into her, that never overpowers because her mindset of "you have to make your story your own" stops it from truly holding her back.

If you want to discuss more about trans Ana or Ana in general I'm all ears and would love to see it!! Happy to answer asks or dms, whichever you prefer! ^^

[lieutenant-amuel]

Since I know you enjoy languages, what la gauges inspire the Marswickian phrases and language Freida and her family speak? Is it all a real language or do you mix it up?

I have a very interesting (no) story with Frida’s non-Avaloran origins that I probably already told everyone but I’ll share it again either way because I don’t want my answer to be too short ajdhfkkf.

For a long time I thought Maarswik was inspired by Scandinavian countries (Norway, Sweden, and Denmark). If you read WBTL since the beginning, you might remember her last name was Berg originally. Frida Berg. It honestly was a terrible choice because this is an extremely common last name, this is like Ivanov(a) in my own country, and it’s a bit boring. But I didn’t know what else to choose because I didn’t know the country Maarswik was based on.

But soon I faced another difficulty because I needed to name Frida’s parents and I didn’t know how because I didn’t know the freaking country. It was a moment when I had to take some action and so I asked Craig Gerber what country Maarswik was based on and he said Sint Maarten (yes, I talked to the Man himself and I still feel powerful for it even if I don’t use Twitter anymore)

But honestly his answer didn’t ease my pain because why the heck is King Lars literally one of the whitest character in the show if his kingdom is in the south

For this reason I divided Maarswik in two parts: the Northern Maarswik which would be located somewhere in the EverRealm equivalent of Europe (this is where Frida’s from) and the Southern Maarswik which would be located somewhere close to Avalor. I’m going to use these terms in my fic someday so this is just a warning because I don’t want to confuse anyone.

Anyway, they speak Dutch (and also English but I ignore it) in Sint Maarten, so I choose Dutch names for my Maarswikan characters. Those are Frida’s parents Hendrik and Cornelia Aakster, Frida’s uncle Karel Aakster, Frida’s friend Laurens de Wit, and another friend of Frida whom I haven’t introduced yet but her name is Willemijn Douwes. You should know it was painful as well because why nobody told me that it’s so difficult to find those names online.

Really, I even had to ask a Dutch person for help (and I’m still grateful, thank you again if you’re reading it <3) when I looked for the new surname for Frida and when I sent her the ones I liked she said that not all those surnames were Dutch and not all of them were even surnames and I just WHAT?!?! (read in the most squeaky and annoyed voice possible) why would people even put them in the list of Dutch surnames how can I trust anyone in the Internet 😭

Anyway, after this series of suffering I finally gave Frida a new surname and it’s Aakster. Frida Aakster.

And yes, I know that Frida is not the most common spelling of this name but she IS Frida. Not Freida, not Frieda, not Freda, not Friday, not Friaijdkfkda. I really suffered too much with her name to change anything again, so even if Frida looks weird for whatever reason, THIS is how her name is spelled. Blame her parents, not me (oh my goodness I’m now so tempted to write the whole scene when somebody asks how to spell Frida’s name, she says f r i d a, that person is like what the heck why, and she just shrugs ajhdnfj)

I think I made Frida use some Dutch phrases just once but maybe I’ll do it again. It’s fun and actually makes her sound like a foreigner which is kinda the effect I would like to achieve.

Anyway, to put my answer into several words: the language that inspires Maarswikan phrases is Dutch. One of these phrases is used in the 19th chapter (and I’ll probably replace it with another because I now realize it’s not fitting context wise x))

Another thing I would like to add is that Maarswik in my fic is inspired by the Netherlands, not Sint Maarten. If you remember the chapters A Trip to Maarswik and Gabe’s birthday, I already mentioned some Netherlands things there. Mostly food, but I’m going to add more in the future chapters since Frida is currently in Maarswik so if you see some unfamiliar words, they’re probably those Netherlands things ajhsnfj. And I also use Dutch honorifics such as Meneer and Mevrouw.

Yes, I know my interpretation is contrary to the canon but this is why I divided Maarswik in two parts. I do ruin canon but I ruin it with care.

Thank you for asking! And sorry for dropping so much unnecessary stuff you didn’t ask about ajhsnfk.

[wexhappyxfew]

Heeey how are you? Hope you had an amazing day 💙 I just read your Rosie fic and I absolutely LOVED the way you wrote this piece, everything feels familiar yet you had me begging for more, more of Judy and all the other girls, more answers to everything!!! Thanks for sharing this great work with all of us, I'll definitely come for more 😌🫡

OMG!!! JESS! HEY!!!! 🥹✨🫶 thanks so much for stopping by! :D i hope you’ve had a lovely day yourself!!

AHHHHHH THANK YOUUUUU!!!! your tags were literally so enjoyable to read O M G !!!!! i cant thank you enough for the love! 🥹 i love that it came across that way so so much - the familiarity yet distance of it and wanting to grasp for more - i’m so glad it came across that way because i have SO MUCH MORE in terms of writing for the silver bullets ladies!!! :D there’s some content out but i have so many ideas that i want to experiment with and this message just means SO MUCH!!! 🫶

i can definitely promise more with the silver bullets ladies in the VERY near future! judy included! she’s my sweet bean (+ ofc rosie, those two are just *distant screaming*)!!!

thank YOU for enjoying and reading and taking the time to add your lovely tags and then this sweet message (you’ve made my night!)! thank you for the support and i’m excited for what’s to come with this group!!!!

THANK YOU AGAIN!

[gravitywonagain]

Hey, thank you so much for sharing Can't Cheat Death While You're Digging Your Own Grave! It came up on my timeline and I think it's fantastic!! Do you have any plans to put it on AO3? I don't want to miss out on any future updates so I was hoping you would so I can bookmark it. :D

hi!! i'm so glad you like it!!

there are plans to put it on ao3 eventually, but i tend not to post anything there until it's been through a round or eight of edits by my wife and/or myself. i post a lot of first drafts here, particularly those i use as warmups, that need a lot of work before i'm actually happy with them and i've come to think of ao3 as where things get 'published' if that makes sense? i had also been planning on not putting up unfinished works there again due to my very slow and sporadic update rate for... well pretty much everything, among other reasons.

it does seem kind of silly, though. now that i write that out. as the only thing that is different about tumblr vs ao3 is the audience and the ability to follow the progress of a fic in a more straightforward manner.....

but, with that particular fic as an example, there are three chapters now and i have no idea what the fourth will even be about, let alone when it will be posted. this means that i might want to change things in prev chapters to suit a better overall story line (which is something i'm learning how to do and struggling to reconcile with my current big long fic). but, then again, maybe not. maybe i reserve that for fics that i haven't posted here? maybe something like this fic becomes more of a 'yes, and...' type exercise, and we all just see where it goes together? i could get behind that, i think. maybe.

it would still have to go through edits. (like, that entire third ch should be in past tense based on how i set up the timeline in the first one.) and wife Does Not have time for following along with all of my wips. but maybe that would still be doable. i've posted non-wife-edited fics there before. i could do it again. add her edits when they're made, if they're made.

...

all of which is to say, YES, it will go up on ao3, but i don't know when. possibly sooner rather than later as a direct result of your question ;)

in the meantime, idk, follow the tag (#ccdwydyog), maybe? not sure how well that works. or maybe i can make a note to send you a thing whenever the next ch happens? it'll have to be a very good note, and placed particularly well, so i currently make no promises to do more that try on that one :)

sorry that got a bit more complicated and ramble-y than you were probably hoping for, but you gave me a lot to think about!

thanks for the ask, and thanks for reading my silly little fic! <3

[thompsborn]

Hi! How are you?

First, thank you for create tbaf and hb, I really love the au's you create and how you tell stories, idk you are amazing. I just needed to tell you :D

Now, I'm sorry if this ruins the 'no spoilers' but can you say if there is a happy ending for homeward bound series or is there not one planned yet?

Have a nice day, thanks!

hello!! i’m pretty good, actually! i hope you’re doing good, as well!!

no one has to thank me for tbaf and hb, these two projects have been very fun to write and have helped me a lot in terms of developing my writing styles and exploring different approaches to writing in general, and i genuinely LOVE writing them (even if i sometimes go a Very Long Time between updating them lmao) so please no need to thank me!! thank YOU for reading them !! ❤️❤️❤️

honestly i’m not against giving spoilers, i’m more just worried about posting them and anyone who may have wanted to avoid them getting upset? it happened a few times back when i wrote reddie fics (the reason i stopped writing for the it fandom is because i would get a lot of messages and asks that were in general not nice and very demanding about what i write and how often i post and it just took all the fun out of it) so i’m just like… overly cautious probably lmao

but!! if anyone WANTS vague spoilers, there are some that i don’t want to share at all because i’m very excited to see peoples reactions to them (there are things i haven’t even told oddy, who i have messaged A Lot about hb and have told the most about my plans for it) but i’m down for some spoilers/hints !!

here’s my compromise i guess for anyone who WANTS to see these hints and mild/vague spoilers and stuff: i’m down to post them, but i’m gonna put them under a read more tab and maybe i’ll start a hb spoiler tag?

homeward bound fic is my tag for the series (i also follow the tag in case anyone else ever wants to post about it pfkfkf) but i’ll tag this homeward bound fic spoilers and any posts in the future that drops hints and shit will be tagged the same !!

anyway, your question: will hb have a happy ending? look under the cut if you’d like to see my answer!!

okay, so here’s some transparency about the series: i don’t have the whole thing planned out.

i have a lot of ideas and i have certain things decided and vague ideas about the other parts, but past the last three chapters of the first fic, i don’t have like proper outlines or anything just yet. i didn’t even have a plan for the first fic when i posted the first like two or three chapters—i was coming up with it as i wrote it and it wasn’t until i was a couple chapters in that i started planning ahead because it was at that point that i realized how massive i wanted the fic to be and it was around that time that i started thinking about making it a series instead of a stand alone fic.

i’m still trying to decide who the antagonists of the second fic are gonna be (i know one, but i’m debating adding more and am ironing out subplots and such)

basically: i don’t know how the series is going to end yet. i’m planning on having the four main fics that will basically be the main story, and then having additional one shots/short fics that kind of fill in gaps and provide moments after college, as the four fics are supposed to encompass one of their school years. this might change, i might make it three fics or add a fifth one or something, but as of now that’s my plan.

while i don’t have the actual ending figured out, i can say with certainty that i want it to be a good ending. maybe not necessarily a super happy one, but it’s not going to end in tragedy. harley and peter are going to have a future together. the spidey squad is going to remain a found family and support system for each other. (also the spidey squad is going to consist of more than the core four we currently have, but i’m not going to spoil that part. it’ll start to be clear who else will be in it group as the series continues. matter of fact, the last chap of the first fic starts that process!)

the one shots that i plan to write based after the end of the main fics will have a lot of snapshots of moments as they all grow up — ups and downs, highs and lows, relationships taking next steps and having fights and making up and everything in between.

this answer is kind of long and rambly, sorry, let me try to summarize my answer in a few sentences:

while the ending of homeward bound has not been officially decided, it is not going to be a bad ending. it’s not going to end in sadness or tragedy. that being said, it might not be a super upbeat ending either, because life will always have its struggles, but the ending will be hopeful and happy in whatever way is most fitting of the series once it ends.

hopefully that answers your question well enough? idk i don’t wanna make it sound like it doesn’t have a happy ending at all, because i definitely want the best for these characters and their futures, but homeward bound has, at its core, been the embodiment of being a realist—not an optimist, not a pessimist, but a realist. the reason i started writing the first fic was because in the emotional turmoil following nwh, i wanted to try and take a realistic approach towards what peter’s story could be following the spell and may’s death and the loss of everything that his life used to be. and also wanted to explore how harry and gwen could be introduced and how harley could be brought into the loop. and of course as a parkner shipper how to make it into parkner as well lol.

life is hard. these characters have been through a lot (and will go through a lot more as the series progresses) but they are strong and they are full of love for each other and that will get them through it.

thank you for the ask!!! genuinely i LOVE answering questions about my fics and having a chance to ramble about them so please feel free to send more!!

[xoxo-ren-xoxo]

Hey I just read your kingdoms au fic today and I am obsessed

I know he’s not mentioned on any of the character posts and is probably not in the au but I can’t help but think about what Cub would be like in this au… he’s such a sculky guy recently

I’m also very curious about how Cleo and Grian met in the first place… was Grian turning to demons for help with his issue?

Omg HIIII thank you for reading the first chapter!! :D

Yknow, I was actually thinking about Cub recently because of all the sculk stuff and it made me really want to add him as some kind of cameo/one-off character. Maybe he's mentioned by someone in passing. I think he would be one of the known examples of long term mage sickness, maybe someone Scar knew in the past and bonded with over their shared condition. But maybe something happened or he just left which means he's not around anymore.

Haha yes! I was hoping someone would ask about Grian and Cleo. Their meeting was more by chance than choice, I think. In Grian's first year alone in No Man's Land, he may not have been quite as street smart as he is in present time. I think he got ambushed by Cleo and she was going to steal his soul, but he managed to convince her to let him go by revealing his curse. That's all I'll say about it for now, I'm sure there will be more context added when their stories interact in the future...

Thanks for the ask! I'm so happy to answer questions and build on my worldbuilding for this au :)

Kingdoms AU Masterpost

[aziraphales-library]

Hello my amazing friends!! I hope you are doing well!

First id like to thank you for your amazing work here on this archive, you are the kindest souls ❤️

Secondly, id like to ask if you have any recommendations of longer works, can be any type, any trope (but i would prefer if it didnt have like a angsty ending)

Just any loooong works that i can download and add to my e-reader ( going on a vacay/holliday)

I wish you peeps the best ❤️

Hi! We have a #long fic tag, and if you you're only requirement is "long" and "no angsty ending" you can do a seach on AO3 that excludes the "unhappy ending" tag and filters by length. Here, I've done it for you. Here are a few to get you going...

Once More, with Pharaohs by Duinemerwen (M)

Egypt, 1337 B.C.: Aziraphale gets stuck reliving Tuesday afternoon over and over again. It wouldn't be so bad, if every afternoon didn't start mid-argument with a certain disagreeable demon. Or if cooperation with the aforementioned demon weren't Aziraphale's only chance at escaping the time loop...

Standalone, canon-compliant story featuring friendship and humour, with a side of angst, the smallest dash of romance, and a happy ending.

Ineffably Yours by SecondHandNews (M)

It had been six thousand years, give or take, Aziraphale had stopped keeping count, it didn’t seem to matter now. Six thousand years he had wandered the Earth and he had taken in almost every sight, every sound, every taste. He had seen humans’ greatest evils and witnessed their truest joys, and yet it was still this fallen angel who taught him more than any other. If he had learned two things in the past six millennia it was that nobody was ever truly fallen, and those with the whitest wings could conceal the blackest souls.

*

An angel and a demon have been playing a six thousand year long game of the words not said. It’s funny, though, the truths that saving the world can unveil. With heaven announcing its plans to make up for Armageddon and with hell closing in, what will be the cost of protecting what they’ve found in each other?

Planning Permission by blythely & circetigana (M)

Aziraphale has put memories away for centuries. Carefully filed them around far-flung corners of the island he has claimed as his Principality. As he and Crowley celebrate 1000 years of their Arrangement, he begins to wonder what he’s been missing. Crowley has plans of his own, plans that he wants to share. But with the angel looking to the past, he knows he’ll have to be patient about their future.

Or:

Aziraphale has hidden his regrets. Crowley has hidden his hopes. One day they’ll unpack them together.

The Truth Remains by WanderingAlice (M)

Raphael had been the third angel ever created, and he’d raised himself first with Michael’s clumsy help. Then he’d turned around and raised three more siblings, and loved them all so fiercely it hurt. He'd loved Aziraphale too, more than either of them really knew.

And then, he fell. He lost everything. The bond he held with his siblings was ripped away, leaving an aching, empty void. And while he still has Aziraphale, the angel doesn't recognize the archangel who taught him how to care about the Earth. And Crowley refuses to tell him who he was, or how Aziraphale's voice is the one thing that can soothe the ache in his soul that wants, so badly, to feel a connection again.

A story through the ages as an angel and a demon come to terms with their shared past.

Through The Eastern Gate by SoftlySweptAway (M)

Aziraphale finds himself lost in a thick wood with no memory of who he is or where he came from. All he can remember is his own name. Lost and confused, he stumbles upon a crumbling chateau that is home to a serpent in a garden and a man who only appears night. Searching for answers and determined to break the strange spell cast over the manor, Aziraphale will have to step through the eastern gate to find his way home.

- Mod D

[kitkatt0430]

2, 8, 18, 30 and 37 for the fanfic ask game!!

2.) Where do you get your fic ideas?

A lot of places really.

I get a lot of fix fic ideas from rewatching or replaying games. (Or first watch through for particularly egregious problems. *glaring right at The Flash*)

Sometimes I'll just turn certain plot elements from the show around in my mind until I come up with a way to remix the plot some how. That's how I got things like Gideon Vs The Reverse Flash where I took the idea that Gideon was more than the show lets her be and really ran with it. Sometimes it's a bit of a silly idea. Sometimes it's more serious, like with Flash Back where Barry tells Eobard more about the future than intended. Or I just completely rearrange the plot like in Neighbors and Butterflies.

Prompts help a lot for coming up with post canon and alternate canon fics too. A Touch of Forgetfulness surprisingly did not come from an amnesia prompt, but from these three prompts: Established Relationship, Domestic Fic, and Getting Together. I wondered how I could have both the two of them in an established relationship and getting together at the same time. And I landed on the idea of the two of them being married but one of them had their memories messed with so they have to get together all over again.

And I get a lot of fusion fic ideas from watching other media or playing video games or the like.

But honestly, there's just no telling what's gonna spark a weird idea that turns into my next fanfic. :D

8.) Post an out-of-context spoiler from a wip.

Savitar sings songs that play on the radio in 2023 when he gets anxious. It is not currently 2023.

18.) Do you enjoy research?  Which fic of yours required the most research?

Yes and no? Sometimes reality gets in the way of a good fic idea. But sometimes I learn really interesting things that... don't make it into the fic after all. And sometimes the realism I can add thanks to research makes the fic better. It can be frustrating when I do research and it winds up not being useful for whatever reason, but it's nice when it does.

I'm not really sure which fic required the most research. Though off the top of my head, I remember doing a lot of research for Hello Hadley about the different types of power of attorney - media often throws the term around like it's one single thing but surprise! it can actually refer to several different things. I also looked a little into the process of adoption when two people are already legally related - but I also left a lot up to poetic license.

30.) How much do you edit your fics?  Do you edit as you write or wait until you finish the first draft?

Um... sometimes what I post is the first draft. In fact... most often what I post is the first draft. Depends on how confident I feel about the fic on whether I do a second draft. I always edit for grammar and typos as best I can since I don't have anyone beta read for me. Since it's my favorite hobby, but still just a hobby, I aim more for fun than perfection. There are some cases where in retrospect i might wish I had spent a bit more time drafting, but I think maybe that just means I need to get more comfortable going back to edit fics later.

37.) What fic has been the hardest for you to write?

Any long (or long-ish) fic that's unfinished. I'm still struggling with not getting stuck in the middle of long fics. Complicated and Messy, Road Trip, The Day After the World Ended (It Continued to Spin On Its Axis Just Fine) ...

One of those days I'm finally gonna finish that last one, I swear. (It's been unfinished so long. *sniffle*)

[indieninja92]

Goobers anon again - and wow I was not expecting such a detailed answer about the remaining chapters, thank you so much!! I feel blessed honestly, this is definitely going to enhance future reads <3 I'm so happy to know you were left with positive feelings overall about writing and sharing it too, it's such a celebration of friendship and humanity and love and the profoundness of small things, and going by your ideas for the rest I can tell those chapters would've been just as brilliant- the singing game especially is so inspired, I bet their song selections would be absolutely chaotic lol (side note: I always enjoy the little music references you add in your fics, and also as a south asian I have definitely smiled at some of the subtle nods to the history/culture/food :D Cannot emphasise how much your work ticks all my boxes basically!) And I'm glad Crowley finally finds out what the moon is- I'll probably never figure it out, so I'll have to imagine it's something with a lot of build up but ultimately kind of silly in the best way, Dick Turpin style haha. Thanks again for responding! I hope you have a nice day :)

Sorry, I only just saw this! Thank you so much, I'm delighted you've had as wonderful a time reading Goobers as I've had writing it xx Have a lovely week! xx

[whattheheckmidoriya]

The Way You Say My Name

Pairing: Post-war Levi x Deaf Reader

Word Count: 2,321

Warnings: none to my understanding! (Let me know if I should add any♡)

Description: After the war, Levi began to understand the treasures and simplicities of life, but nothing could ever be as precious as the first time his name rolled off your tongue.

Author's note: The long-awaited fic is finally here! Yay! I hope the wait was worth it :"D And please, as a hearing person, I kindly ask that if there's anything wrong with my writing in this piece, let me know! Even with my research, I understand there's still a lot for me to learn, so don't hesitate to kindly point out what I should look out for in the future!♡

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Levi Ackerman was a lover of simple things.

It was often he would find himself relishing the ways of this new life of his, one where he was no longer bathed in the stench of crimson despair, but in gentle perfumes birthed from the growths blossoming under the golden sun. Far behind him were the days of fighting, and he nearly scoffed at the turn his life had taken. To think that a soldier would someday trade his dull blades for flowers and tea bags was an idea that he would’ve called a fool’s dream. Only if he’d known then that he was only destined to become the greatest fool of all.

Indeed, Levi was a fool in love.

He usually found himself wondering what he did to end up where he was today, safe under a roof he shared with a love of his own, laughing long after the sun had bid its farewell and when there were enough stars in the sky to be reflected in that pale gaze of his. And despite having been a fighter all his life, he cherished these peaceful moments when he was no longer Humanity’s Strongest. He was no longer a soldier, a mere vessel molded into a weapon from a boy who’d been robbed of the joy of youth. No, he was now, wholly and forevermore, Levi Ackerman. And Levi had fallen in love with the simplicities of his new reality.

The crack of dawn was no longer a promise of bloodshed and demise, but a single, fleeting moment when he could slowly fill his lungs with fresh air, feel the warmth of being truly alive wrap around him in the form of a jewel he calls lover. 

What a beautiful thing.

Meeting you turned out to be the most lovely experience of his life. Who would’ve thought that he’d find himself tripping over his two feet, stuttering and stammering, fully disarmed before the mere presence of you? He still chuckled at the memory, at how he’d quite literally fallen into your arms after his faltering leg had betrayed him for the better, dropping him straight into your steady embrace. Looking at you now, Levi still couldn’t fully thank whatever lucky stars he had in the heavens for crossing your paths together.

He kissed the top of your head gently, allowing for his lips to linger before pulling back and carefully setting a hot cup of tea on your bedside table. A breath of wonder filled his lungs as you smiled up at him, and he swore he saw new constellations twinkling in your loving eyes. A scarred hand tugged at the sheets that lay strewn across the bed, making sure to put your subtle shivering to a stop.

“How did it go at the shop today?” you signed, tilting your head in curiosity. Usually, you’d help him get ready and lend a helping hand in tending to customers, but after waking with a fever and sore throat, Levi insisted he could handle things on his own for the day. Still, you worried that he’d overwork himself in your absence.

Levi spared you a knowing smile as he sat on his side of the bed, setting his cup down before answering. He didn’t reply immediately, taking a moment to articulate his words with care. When he did speak, his words came clumsily, his missing fingers presenting a challenge, but he learned from you that mouthing his words helped. “Wasn’t too bad,” He paused, rehearsing the gestures in his mind before continuing, “It was a slow day today. I missed you.” 

You giggled softly. He was always so soft-spoken when signing with you, still too fresh to the language to form longer sentences. It was quite endearing. You still remembered the days when he’d stay up late practicing what you’d taught him, his ears burning red whenever you laughed at his mistakes and guided his hands to form the correct gestures. You had to admit, he’s gotten better at communicating through signs with you, no longer depending on a pen and notepad or the awfully rare lip reading successes you had with him. 

A glance out the window told you that the sun had only just begun to set, the sky a gentle painting full of warm, golden hues as the sun teased meeting the horizon in a kiss. You smiled. He closed the shop early just to come home to you. “I should be able to help out tomorrow,” you said slowly, giving Levi the chance to follow your gestures and piece the words together. 

Levi frowned, placing the back of his hand over your forehead. He pulled his brows together before shaking his head. “Rest.” He said through sharp signing, though his expression remained one of care and concern.

You merely huffed in defeat, relenting when he tilted his head at your untouched tea. Both of you sipped at your drinks quietly, smiling as he locked one hand around yours, offering a gentle squeeze. Sneaking quick looks at your lover, you caught the tender way he peered down at your intertwined fingers, your chest fluttering in an achingly beautiful way. 

The flicker of candlelight danced around your room, bathing your lover in its glow, his eyes twinkling with specks of gold. Carefully, your fingers feathered along his forehead, brushing aside the cascading strands of hair that lingered just above his eyes. With a soft clatter, you set your cup aside, using your other hand to caress the sharp curve of his jaw. 

He could only watch attentively as your fingers gently traced over the contours of his face. Across his cheekbones, down the bridge of his nose, and over the corners of his lips. Instinctively, he leaned into your touch, turning his face to feather the palm of your hand with a kiss. As your fingers ran over his softening features, he gave way for his eyes to flutter closed. Bliss.

“I love you,” he sighed suddenly, only sinking further into your warmth. When your touch halted, his breath hitched and, immediately, his eyes opened to meet your gaze. Heat bloomed in his cheeks, rising to the tips of his ears as he marveled at the twinkle in your eyes; a lovely thing spilling over with curiosity and wonder. Curiosity. It then hit him that he’d forgotten to sign for you, and he immediately brought up his hands to articulate his words. 

But you knew. Of course, you knew— you'd memorized the shape of his lips long ago; how they curled and stretched with each sweet syllable was art you were fascinated by. You knew what it looked like when he breathed into existence those three sweet words. If anything, his love was the one thing you could recognize without the need for signs.

Instead of letting him sign, you carefully placed one hand over his neck, feeling the faint beating of his heart drumming beneath your skin. As if by instinct, Levi abandoned his cup of tea and covered your hand with his own; his touch, sweet and gentle, brought a smile to your lips. 

This little habit of yours, so soft and intimate, was one of his favorites. There was always something so enrapturing about the way you waited with anticipation for him to use his voice, to feel the deep rumbling of his words thrum up his chest and through his throat. 

You gave a short nod, gaze settled on his lips.

Levi huffed a sharp breath of amusement, scooting closer to you. He always seemed to get shy in moments like these, moments when his boldness became meek. Being close to you helped. A beat passed and he steeled his will, taking a deep breath. 

“I love you,” he repeated, sealing his declaration with the whisper of your name. Butterflies fluttered within his stomach, tickling his insides as he watched your eyes light up. Your fingers tapped over his neck excitedly and he couldn’t help but respond with a chuckle.

What he didn’t expect, however, was for you to take his other hand and press it against your own neck. Hesitation fleeted across your face, though it was gone as soon as it came. Levi tilted his head in a silent question, his heart stuttering for a beat or two.

The sun had long disappeared, in its place now standing the elegance of the moon. In this newfound darkness, where only the faint silver glow of the moon and the flickering of a small flame gave way for light to seep into the room, your courage bubbled hot within your veins.

Your hand slid down to his wrist as if keeping him tethered to you by your touch alone. A part of you thanked the shadows of the night for hiding the rising blush that crawled over your cheeks. 

Sharp silver eyes widened in realization, and the Captain couldn't help but let his mouth hang slightly in sudden surprise. This had never happened before. No, he'd never heard your voice before— never even brought up the subject for the fear of making you uncomfortable. He'd simply reasoned that you'd do it, if ever when you were ready. 

Your hand on his neck, his on yours; a gesture so innocent as it was intimate. 

He offered you a moment, a chance to pull away, but when determination sharpened your features, he felt a stream of pride pulse through his heart. Maybe there was some excitement there, too.

Swallowing, he gave your neck a tap and you responded with a tap of your own. "I. Love. You." He emphasized each word, noticing the concentrated pull of your brow as his voice rippled under your skin. Then again, he said, "I love you."

You opened your mouth, then clamped it shut, your heart crashing against your ribcage. Shaking your head, you tapped his neck twice. Repeat. 

"I love you." He repeated an oath he kept close to his heart. 

A deep breath breezed past your lips, expelling your nerves. "I…"

"Love," Levi continued, offering a reassuring nod.

"Love," you smiled sheepishly. "you."

Levi broke into a smile, one of the rare ones that genuinely showed the puff of his cheeks, and squeezed his eyes with joy. A laugh of wonder rumbled through his chest, a beautiful thing thrumming under your fingers. Pressing his lips into a thin line in a futile attempt at suppressing his smile, he tapped your neck twice. Repeat.

At his reaction, excitement bubbled within your stomach. Your words, though clumsy and slightly mushed together, came with much more confidence, "I love you." 

Levi ran a hand through his hair, then let it clasp over his mouth. Unable to contain his excitement, he was quick to sign, "That was good," He nodded, smiling. "You did so good." 

After a beat, you surprised him once more. Softly, almost inaudibly, with a single word, you managed to pull at his heart in the most achingly beautiful way. You breathed, "Levi."

He froze. His breath ceased for a mere second as his mind processed what you'd just said. Wide, gunmetal and milky eyes stared back at you, full of wonder and something you couldn't quite place.

Two taps to your neck. Repeat.

Again, a hushed breath carried his name, "Levi." 

Your heart hammered against your chest as you waited for a reaction from your lover. Had you pronounced it correctly? Had you fully messed up his name? 

With a frown, you signed, "Was that wrong?"

Heat tinted Levi's cheeks red, his eyes widening in panic before he shook his head. "Not bad," he signed quickly. Instinctively, he rubbed the two scarred stumps on his hand— a nervous mannerism he'd picked up. "Not wrong." He reassured, scooting closer to you. 

Your brows pulled together, not quite understanding his reaction. "Then what?" Your signs were loose; downhearted. Defeat heavy on your shoulders, you let yourself fall back onto the bed and blew a sigh.

Levi didn't turn around to meet your gaze, not immediately. Instead, he blinked rapidly, hoping to keep back the stinging tears that threatened to well in his eyes. His heart was tight, constricting painfully in his chest with emotions that remained foreign to him. The butterflies that merely danced in his stomach fluttered up to his chest, tickling his heart so lovingly. Warmth trickled through his veins, down to his fingers and toes. Everything felt so soft, so unreal to him.

When he looked over his shoulder, he felt the air get knocked out of his chest. In a second, he'd forgotten how to breathe. Pools of wonders unknown stared back at him, wide and brimming with questions unspoken. He clicked his tongue, dropping his shoulders with a sigh. He laid down by your side, turning to face you.

You gaped at him, rushing to wipe the tears that had fallen onto his cheeks. Silently, you watched as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, trying to keep it from quivering. 

Before you could say anything, he signed, "I love the way you say my name," He blinked; more tears dropped. "It sounds nice when you say it." 

A watery laugh rushed past your lips, and Levi didn't resist when you tugged him into your embrace. He quickly melted into your hold, keeping you close as his emotions got the better of him. You pressed a kiss to his cheek, letting your love seep through his skin.

How beautiful it was for Humanity's Strongest to be a man; no longer a killer, but a boy new to the kindness of the world. Levi Ackerman was once the name of a soldier— of a man carved from stone, chiseled with blood-stained blades. Now? Now, Levi Ackerman was simply Levi. Your Levi. Sweet, loved, and beautiful in an almost poetic manner.

And Levi could get drunk on the way his name rolled off your tongue. His favorite simplicity of all. 

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[twisted-wonderland-shenanigans]

Hii!! i love your monster au! fic with mini!Yuu and i kinda just have this scenario in my head

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Mini!Yuu getting in a tight or shallow space for comfiness or because being a normal curious human child going anywhere it wants to is a cute trait

but the thing is, Ruggie have to push or put a cabinet or aparato where mini!Yuu was in, trapping them or crushing them between once he successfully put the cabinet in place not noticing the kid inside the small gap (since mini!Yuu is a kid here, they're pretty hard to notice since they smol and i think monster versions of the boys are bit bigger than their normal versions)

mini!Yuu just not saying anything and letting Ruggie almost crush them with the cabinet because... because mini!Yuu doesn't think of the consequences very well just wanting to mind their own business in the little tight comfort space so to let Ruggie do his own work and not bother him

Jack's eye caught the sitting child scooting over for the littlest space they have to make more for the cabinet to be placed underneath or also about to get squashed by it

Jack yells at Ruggie about mini!Yuu being between almost making him stumble and letting go of the cabinet

"Yuu!? what are you doing in there!?" Ruggie put the heavy thing down and pick up mini!Yuu from the gap

when Leona found out, he lectured the kid and asked them why they didn't say anything about being in there, they could've been in danger, and AHAHAHA mini!Yuu just shrugging at him making him scold at the kid more

after that they bought them ice cream and warned Yuu to never do that agajn

(i hope this make sense and thats all lol i hope you keep up the monster au ficlets because i myself love them and i am looking forward to reading more of it❤️❤️)

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa I love this so much!!!! >u< 💞💞💞💞

Honestly, little kids do the darndest things and get into the weirdest places you can possibly find them. My mom told me how when I was little, I would fall asleep anywhere and everywhere: on the floor, in a laundry basket with a barrel full of pretzels, on the back of a recliner like a cat, and one time they couldn't find me anywhere. Turned out I somehow managed to get into a box underneath this old fashioned lawn chair that had very narrow gaps and sat low to the ground, so to this day my mom has no clue how the hell I managed to even get into that box, let alone what made them decide to look under the chair 😂

......wait, does this mean I'm more cat than faun? 0.o What am I?! D:

*-cough-*

Anyway, thank you for sharing this little scenario! It was fun to read and I loved it! :D (you're also correct in that because the monster boys are bigger, so is everything else in their world) I'm also glad that you enjoyed the fic I wrote too! I'll be sure to add more fics in the future, and I've already got a few planned~! >wO There shall be mountains of cuteness in this here blog! As well as comfort of course because sometimes there might be sad moments. U.U

Thanks again for sharing! I'd love to hear more if you or anyone else thinks of any other scenarios you wanna share! >v<