#tsv fic

[gammija]

Ik heb warempel de tweede aflevering ook helemaal vertaald - Faulkner is zo leuk. kleine psychopaat <3

[niwolah]

I did 2023 and 2024 and now, I want to go back in time.

2021 is actually a prolific year. I just didn't post the giant thing I started end of 2020. That WIP is still waiting for me to get back on it.

I did post 9 stories, thanks to hyperfixating on Twoset Violin (who stepped back from social media at the end of last year, dammit).

Life with an aging backwards husband was fun to write. I just don't like how I ended it, I should have kept it gen but eh, too bad. People like it, that's all I'll keep in mind.

My favourite, though, is (Bubble tea) Flavour. I only wrote it to write a detailed kiss. That's it. A sort of experience, an excercice, if you will. And I'm proud of this one.

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It's funny because I wrote more in 2022 but in only 3 stories. All because the people favourite and my favourite are around 10K each.

I started Evolution kinda on a whim. I thought what if then I was gone. It's my first and only JDox so far and I searched a lot about them because I didn't really watched the series as I only glanced to the TV once in a while when my Boyfriend was watching it. On two seperate times.

A did a lot of research too for Scissors, paper, rock, kiss. I needed to know what kind of kiss meant what and I cross-searched to be accurate and- what an awful lot of work for basically nothing! I mean, I still used so many kisses that I couldn't write that word anymore without thinking Is that right? but, you know. I love how it turned out.

[unbloodiedmartyr]

reluctant post-apocalyptic roadtrip to a place thats already gone besties

[ianthewife]

blinding religious fervor, delusioned adoration and depersonalizing deification yes again and what of it—

[mossgoblins]

It's my birthday you should share your TSV stuff with me.

[lights-at-night]

hi everyone do any of you want to know more about the vaguely canon-compliant history i concocted in my head for the saint electric

[cream-and-tea]

it must be said that i’m always on some level thinking about mercer and gage can we talk some more about mercer and gage i feel like we all moved on too quickly from mercer and gage

[venusiancarbondioxide]

starting the silt verses from the beginning and do you think felix ever hears about hayward's season two and three shenanigans. like, imagine: you're felix, and you work this shitty dispatch job, and one day your favorite coworker (or, at least, a coworker you're clearly on good terms with) straight up defects and is now formally a traitor to the government. already a bad time. and then your country starts a war that it is super going to lose. a worse time! then it turns out that oh, the dangerous new cult you're hearing about on the news? yeah, he's like, that cult's second-in-command. he actually helped birth this new god. the cultists all call him rootkeeper. you frequently had to remind this man not to forget his gun in the car. what is your life anymore.

[thermodynamic-comedian]

ok i'll bite. why are there no fics that include adjudicator shrue on ao3

[new-hyperfixation-every-month]

happy sibling rane saturday :]

spoilers for chapter 44!! enjoyyy

[omegamoo]

some niki drawings from the past week! the last one is niki in her belle costume from my theatre au!

[gammija]

"SPITSE:  “Komt er oorlog?” Hm.  Ik zal me zo simpel mogelijk uitdrukken. Mijn medearbiters en ik willen geen oorlog. Dit land wil geen oorlog.   Het onderzoek naar de tragische gebeurtenissen omtrent de stad... Weemunster, vlakbij de grens, loopt nog steeds. Ik heb nog geen enkel bewijs gezien dat agenten van de Behouden Doolstraten ook maar enige betrokkenheid hadden bij deze, uh, eerdergenoemde tragische gebeurtenis, en ik wil iedereen erop aandringen om niet te luisteren naar geruchten.  Mocht dat bewijs gevonden worden, dan verwacht ik natuurlijk dat er consequenties aankomen.  Maar dat betekent niet dat we ons moeten laten afleiden door zij die er alleen op uit zijn om onrust te stoken.  Nu krijg ik te horen ik dat een paar van onze lokale politici beweren, dat de BD ook verantwoordelijk was voor het wonder van, euh, Omroep Voldrecht en Omstreken, deze zomer?  Ik bedoel, kom op zeg.  En, en bedenk je dat dit alles zich in mijn domein heeft afgespeeld.   Ik, ik- ...niemand is meer aangedaan of woedender over deze gruweldaad dan ik. 

VERSLAGGEVER 1 (Onderbrekend):   Maar Arbiter, met de wraaklustige blik van de Heraut op u, wat als er wel bewijs wordt gevonden- 

SPITSE:  Als er wel bewijs wordt gevonden, is een offerheffing misschien op zijn plaats. Maar ik, euh, ik denk dat men in geen enkel geval geïnteresseerd is de gemoederen hoger op te laten lopen dan dat.  En wat betreft deze zogenaamde ‘Parochie van Tij en Vlees,’ die actief is in het westelijke binnenland – we hebben een speciaal team ingeschakeld om deze rebellen uit te roeien. Kosten noch moeite worden gespaard.  Ze zullen worden gevonden, en er zal met hen worden afgerekend."

[darkwater-reservoir]

Panic

Pairings: none

Content Waring: panic attacks, dissociation, blood

Notes: TSV is referred to as Tyler as that is my headcanon name for him, nat uses she/they, characters speak some Spanish in this (it is translated to English in parenthesis) but i used Google translate for it bc I cannot speak any Spanish so uh. I'm sorry if it's gibberish

Summary: nat has a panic attack and tucker does his best to calm her down.

Nat nervously taps her fingers against the wood of the lunch table. It's been a week and Tyler hasn't come back from his mission. He should have been back by now, he promised he would be, but he isn't. No one else at the camp has heard from his group and neither she nor Tucker have heard from him in a few hours.

Hours. It's only 7 hours since his last message so he's probably ok. He has to be because if he isn't...

No, she isn't going to think about that. She has to stay positive. Tyler's fine he'll be back in an hour or so and be just fine. But what if he wasn't? What if the strobe killed him? What if she never saw him again? And then what? What if the strobes got to the camp? What if she lost Tucker too?

Suddenly Nat can't breathe. The weight of the air around them is too much and their hands are shaking. What if they lost both of their friends and was alone again? What if something happened to them and they couldn't stop it? They can't breathe. They mutter something about how suffocating the air was and the man next to them comments on it, but they can't hear what he's saying. His words are drowned out by the static in their head.

Suddenly a drop of water hits Nat's hand. It must be raining, but there are no clouds. It hasn't rained in years. When they look back down another drop hits their hand. Then another and another. It has to be raining. It has to be.

The man says something to her. She hears it, but she can't respond. The air around her is too thick. If she speaks she might waste air. It feels like she's dying. The man asks her again in Spanish. It's clear he's not well versed in the language with how shaky his words are, but she understands him.

"Estás...bien?"

("Are you ok?")

She doesn't know how to respond. She doesn't even remember why she got so scared in the first place. Nat shakes her head.

No, she's not ok.

"No puedo respirar..."

("I can't breathe...")

The man curses under his breath and speaks again, "Qué puedes...ver a tu...alrededor?"

("What can you see around you?")

Nat looks up and sees the man in front of her. He's wearing a white hoodie and a pair blood stained khakis. His scarred hands are anxiously fidgeting with the strings on his hoodie and his hazel eyes are full of fear and concern. He has a scar on his lip and claw marks on the side of his neck. She recognizes him. It's Tucker.

Te veo...Tucker estoy asustada..."

("I see you...Tucker, I'm scared...)

Tucker sighs and pulls at the strings on his hoodie tightly, his leg bouncing nervously. "I know, I know. You're ok, Nat. You're gonna be ok. Is English ok? I'm still not great at Spanish."

Nat nods, their hands still shaking and their mind still racing. Tucker loosens the hood on his hoodie and returns to fidgeting with its strings. "Ok, what do you hear around you?"

Nat focuses on the noises of the camp. They can hear the low hum of the alien ship and the indistinct chatter of the soldiers. She can hear a mother comfort her child not too far off. "I hear the ship and...people..."

Tucker smiles, "good. That's good. What can you feel?"

The rough, hard wood of the bench beneath them, the soft fabric of their sweater, and the cool, wet tears on their face. Their breathing starts to slow. "The table and my sweater."

"What can you smell-"

Nat hugged him tightly. "Thank you, Tuck." Tucker hugged them back, "don't mention it."

Nat started to cry again, "I'm sorry. I...I should be stronger. This is so stupid."

Tucker sighs, "no it's not. You had a panic attack and that's totally normal. Don't beat yourself up over it, ok kid?" Nat nods and wipes their face, and their attention shifts to some commotion at the other end of the camp. Nat's heart sinks as they watch Tyler emerge from the crowd of people.

He's covered in bright blue and crimson blood and his black hoodie is torn in many places. As he gets closer, she can see a sadness in his eyes that told her everything she needed to know. He killed the strobe and survived, but his hope sure as hell didn't.

[vexalia]

the silt verses is a beautiful, heart wrenching piece of art that made me experience the full breadth and depth of human emotion over the course of a few years and which will live in my brain for the rest of my life. i hope to god i someday write something that touches another human being with even half the resonance of this podcast. and it kills me that the only thing i find myself capable of saying about it is “WOULD she still love him if he were a crab???”

[ianthewife]

Lyctor!Faulkner is having a normal one

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62200915

[sulfurzee]

i wanna go home and draw him !!!!!!!