#weekend writing event

[something-tofightfor]

Hello lovely!! I hope you are enjoying your weekend of writing and tv binges!

How about Oberyn + jealousy

💚

This was actually very difficult to write - thank you so much for giving me such a challenge!

I've missed writing for Oberyn so much. <3

WC: 820

“Do you ever get jealous, Oberyn?” You ran your fingers over the center of his chest, the tips of them trailing along the cool metal of the golden chain he wore. “Because you always seem so…” Pausing, you tried to think of the right words. “Calm. Calm when Ellaria is with others. Calm when your daughters are otherwise occupied. Calm when I -” 

“I have no need to be jealous.” He murmured the words, he man’s knuckles running along the length of your spine. “Why would I?” 

“You like attention. It’s not exactly a secret.” He laughed at that, the sound a low rumble in his chest. “Don’t laugh at me.” He used his free hand to tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. 

“You are not wrong.” The tip of his tongue trailed over his lower lip, the movement slow. “But more than attention, I desire respect.” He took a breath and then let it out, the motion measured. “And I get it, even when the people I care about are focused … elsewhere.” 

“How?” Closing your eyes briefly, you bit your lip, trying to decide whether or not to continue. Because it could make me seem… like I doubt him. But Oberyn always requested honesty, and so you chose to continue, opening your eyes again and pushing up onto one elbow so that you could look down at him. “Because sometimes, Oberyn, I get so jealous that I can’t stand it. Not of Ellaria, but of…” Of the others. Of the others like me that take up your time and energy and share your bed and … 

“Some people will tell you that if there is no jealousy in a relationship - of any kind - that there is nothing real in that relationship.” He blinked, shaking his head slowly. “But I don’t believe that.” 

“How?” It made you feel weak to question him, but there was no change in Oberyn’s expression, and no judgment in his eyes. “Why?” 

“Because the only reason for me to feel that way would be because I feared losing something.” He paused again, a tiny smile growing on his lips. “Or someone.” You thought about that for a few seconds, and realized that it was true. No matter how Ellaria spent her time away from the man, there was no question that she would return to him, or that any real part of her heart belonged to anyone else that wasn’t blood related. His daughters were the same; they’d grow and change and lead their own lives, but no one would ever replace their father. And then there’s the way I feel. “But why are you jealous?” 

You should have expected it - the man was always direct with his questions and said what he meant to say. But that doesn’t mean that I’m ready to give him an answer. “I just know what I’m missing, Oberyn. When I can’t be with you?” Flattening your hand on his chest, you hung your head, scoffing. “But it’s not all the time. Just … just when I see you and can’t be next to you.” 

“Oh, but you are with me always.” He hummed as he sat up, rotating the hand on your back so that he could splay his fingers over it and pull you closer. “Just because you’re not standing next to me, or seated at a table with me and Ellaria, or attending royal functions with me doesn’t mean that I am not thinking of you.” 

He leaned in, dragging his nose alongside yours and then kissing you gently, his lips moving over your mouth and then your cheek before sliding down so that he could bite at your jawline. “Oberyn.” 

“It may not be easy,” he continued, mouth hovering just above your ear. “But remember what I said … the only reason for you to be jealous would be at the thought that you may someday lose me.” He took the lobe between his teeth and tugged, winding both arms around you and easing backwards so that his back was against the mattress again. “And that will never happen. You have my word.” 

It took you a few seconds to swallow back your surprise at his declaration - something that he’d never outright made to you before. He wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t mean it. “The word of a prince means little to me, Oberyn.” Backing off enough so that you could meet his eyes again, you let yourself smile, enjoying the surprise you found in his eyes. “But your word?” Ducking your head, you nodded as you pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “That is a different story.” 

He laughed, his arms tightening around you, and only moments later, you were beneath the man once more, the weight of him comforting as he began a renewed exploration of your skin with his hands and lips. 

[demodraws0606]

People complaining about Tsukasa5 already are pissing me off, because like, it's so unbelievably obvious what this event is trying to do and the fact that people are so hung up on "urgh dur tsukasa strong why can't he do a wall climb".

Like, first of all, a lot of Tsukasa's strength has been used as comedy before and also it's never been said that Tsukasa could specifically do a wall climb before so people calling this a retcon or a stretch is really dumb to me.

Sure we can make jokes about it, but this is not like a serious writing problem or anything.

Also are we just gonna ignore the fact this event is literally just a reference to his 3rd event in a silly trenchcoat. Or the fact that this is obviously meant to be WxS's downtime and training arc to prepare them to face the loose plotpoints in the future?

His inner dialogue when chasing the ninja is very clearly a reference to the whole Pheonix thing, how he can't reach it no matter how hard he tries.

The wall climb is like an extremely fucking on the nose metaphor to him climbing over his issues as an actor.

THERE IS ALSO THE WHOLE THING THAT HINTS THAT TSUKASA CAN ONLY OVERCOME HIS PROBLEMS IF HE HAS HELP FROM OTHERS (AKA tsukasa would've literally BEEN INJURED, if it wasn't for the fact the troupe's leader was there).

In fact this literally followed an event aka Tsukasa 4 where he FAILED to do his role correctly.

It's almost like this event is meant to be a transition point between Tsukasa 4 and 6, where Tsukasa builds up the knwoledge on how to face his problems.

But no this is just mid event because it's very silly and "wow plot is stupid why can't tsukasa wall climb".

WxS fans are slowly just turning into VBS fans in terms of how whiney they're being i swear

[idyllcy]

creaks in the floor || task force 141 + könig horror event

Pit. pat. pit. pat.

There is a sense of death that only seems to ghost with staying quiet for the better, hand over your mouth as you dare not to even dart your eyes, the quiet creaking of the floorboard squeaking with each step. The tanginess of the red coats your lungs, and the splinter the raw wood gives you stains your mouth. You'll hold your breath, count to ten, and then the creaks in the wood disappear into another bad dream.

Though, the blood of red snarled on the birch will not.

Week 1 - Sound // With Simon "Ghost" Riley

One second there is a crunch, and the next, death.

Week 2 - Smell // With Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

Metallic, tangy... rotting

Week 3 - Sight // With König

There is blue, then red, then, nothing.

Week 4 - Touch // With Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Your skin prickles, his skin straightens

Week 5 - Taste // With John Price

a blood in your mouth. and there is metal where the tongue is.

Update time: thursdays ? i hope.

[benevolenterrancy]

if you're not reading the last book of SVSSS right now do you mind me asking what you are reading? I'm just curious!

Definitely! (though I warn you, I'm fundamentally incapable of reading only one thing at a time)

For physical books, I'm currently reading The Warden by Daniel M. Ford, the novelization of My Neighbour Totoro, and trying to keep up on Dracula Daily (i am failing this)

For audiobooks, I've been relistening to The Series of Unfortunate Events (because I never actually read them all when they were originally coming out) and I juuust finished This Census-Taker by China Miéville and Ogres by Adrian Tchaikovsky this weekend. I'm about to start A Closed and Common Orbit by Becky Chambers.

[dc-merging-families-weekend]

PROMPTS!!!

Prompt Voting is closed. We had so many great prompts y'all I'm glad you gave us so many great ideas. Sadly we honestly couldn't use them all but we've narrowed it down to the favorites. With all the extra ideas you gave us we decided to do the top four per day rather than the top three. So here they are your favorite Merging Families Prompts.

June 14th: SFW:

JL blindsided by Wedding Announcement

Speed Force Ships It

Touch Starved

Secret Relationships

June 15th: SFW:

Flashfamily Member/Civilian Bat or Hero Id/Civilian ID

Arranged Marriage

Soulmate/Soulmate Marks

Accidental Baby Acquisition

June 16th: SFW:

Cursed Gotham/Blessed Central

Family meets the JL

Id Shenanigans/Mistaken Id

Absentminded kiss in public is relationship reveal

[ovaryacted]

Coming back to writing after not writing for a while will fr throw you off course. Like damn, I forgot how to use words. 😭

[revasserium]

congratulations 2K followers may I request Victor from ikevil?Theme 17.number the stars.Thank you,have a nice day💕

number the stars

victor; 1,347 words; fluff, mostly -- kinda weird but victor is also kinda weird so i hope you don't mind nonny -- and thanks so much for sending something in!!!

“count the stars with me,” he says one night, his hair dark as the shade of a broken promise, his smile just as sweet. you purse your lips, looking up from the typewriter at your desk.

“i’m… sorry?” you ask, quirking your head as you lean back in your chair, wondering if you’d heard correctly.

victor’s smile is moon-sliver and cyanide, and you find yourself drawn inexplicably to it, like a comet towards the sun.

“come,” he says, offering you a hand, standing by your door, looking for all the world as if he were inviting you for tea. but you know better than that now — don’t you? you wonder.

you get up anyway, telling yourself that you’d been wanting to stretch your legs anyways and the gardens should be beautiful at this hour.

“it’s — it’s a full moon tonight,” you say, tilting your head back to admire the scattered light of the milky way, streaked across the sky. beside you, victor hums in agreement. you feel his eyes on you before you see him, the dull simmer and heat of his gaze as it grazes over your skin, soft as fingertips, strong as sin.

“how many do you think there are?” he asks, casually, turning when you catch him staring, unabashed even as your own cheeks flush with heat.

“what, the stars?” you ask, casting your eyes back up.

“yes.”

you purse your lips, unable to keep your curiosity from bubbling over.

“why?”

victor’s body shakes with his blue-bell laughter, “why not wonder such things?”

you resist the urge to roll your eyes. but of course — has victor ever really needed a reason? or a rhyme, for that matter?

“i don’t know… billions… more than billions, probably,” you say, thinking back to the various headlines you’d seen splashed across the front pages of the papers — scientific discovery this, neighboring galaxies that. you let out a soft sigh as victor turns his head back towards you.

“mm… strange, isn’t it? that we’re all so terribly insignificant and yet… here we are… struggling against our own insignificance every hour of every day…” he flicks a silken strand of hair from his shoulders, leading you towards the tiny pagoda where you’d all shared afternoon tea.

“strange? i… i don’t think so,” you sit down next to him, pressing your palms to the cool of the bench beneath you, “i mean… all the stars up there…” you wave your hand at the vast expanse of night sky, “they’re all just… burning themselves up, aren’t they? isn’t that… a struggle against insignificance too? isn’t that… it’s own kind of curse?”

victor opens his mouth, and then he blinks, pauses. no sound comes from him for a solid ten seconds before his entire body spills into a fit of near-silent laughter. you watch him, caught between confusion and bewilderment, wondering if you’d said something truly strange before he shakes his head and presses a large, warm palm to the top of your head.

“yes — yes that they are… just burning themselves up… all for us to call them beautiful — terrible, isn’t it? i can’t think of anything worse in the world than being a star…” he’s still chuckling when he finishes, pulling his hand away from your head to smile at you, a darkness twinkling behind his eyes that you’ve never quite had the courage to question.

“you’re making fun of me,” you say, narrowing your eyes and making to pull away, but victor shakes his head and pulls you back, humming happily as you topple easily into his chest.

“not in the slightest! i just… i just love the way you think, that’s all.”

you can’t help the shiver that chases its way down your spine at the softness of his words, at the closeness of his voice, brushing by your ear like a summer breeze. you swallow hard as his arm comes almost naturally to rest around your waist, and when you look up, it’s once again to find him watching you. you press your lips into a line and try not to stare at the beauty mark on his bottom lip but —

“ah… if you keep looking at me like that…” victor grins as he leans down, a finger tipping your chin up towards him, his voice thick with honey, warm as poison, “i can’t promise… i’ll be able to keep being such a gentleman…”

you lick your lips, watch as his eyes flicker down to track the movement. your breath flutters in your chest, hummingbird quick.

“i — i thought you asked me out here to c-count the stars…”

victor grins, “certainly i did… and i am… see? they’re right here…” he leans in, so close you’re almost nose to nose, so close you almost go cross-eyed to keep him in focus.

“right here… i think i can see the entire sky in your eyes…”

a tiny whine works it’s way out of your throat and victor tuts, shaking his head.

“i’ve been waiting to use that line for quite some time but…” he makes to pull away, only for you to pull him back with your fingers fisting in the thick silk and velvet of his clothes.

your throat feels dry, but you swallow passed the desert blooming at the base of your tongue as your search his face for a sign — any sign —

“h-how many are there?” you ask, your voice softer than you remember.

victor’s eyebrows twitch, “how many… what?” but the curve of his lips tells you another story.

“how many stars did you count?”

fire licks its way up your stomach into your chest as you feel his fingers tighten around your waist.

“i… i’ll admit that i’ve lost count — i’ve been distracted, you see —” victor’s grin tilts like a planet on it’s axis, and you feel your world shift along with it, degree by degree. like this, you can almost taste the weight of his words, the sound of his breathing, the liquid of his smile — like this, you want to sink your fingers into the fine gossamer of his hair and tug —

he is kissing you before you realize, severing your thoughts with the silver scissor precision of his mouth and you’re left untethered, clutching at him with the tips of your fingers, feeling him pulling you close, close, closer — a thick moan winds its way from his throat and you lean in further, push your mouth to his to take it in, to take it all in —

“please…”

his voice is shaking when he pulls away, his lips the perfect shade of treason.

you don’t feel your own trembling until he pulls you closer, buries his face in the crook of your neck and breathes.

“gods…” he says, wrapping both arms around you, his voice a wreck of barely contained emotions, of barely restrained desires, “by all the stars…”

you find yourself smiling as you let yourself be held, let yourself sink into the tremor and shake of this thing — held between the negative space of your bodies — whatever it is, at least you know it’s precious. at least you know it’s the most sacred kind of burning.

“all of them?” you ask, in what you hope is a light, playful kind of voice, even as victor lets you pull away, to reach up to brush a few fallen strands of hair from his face with your fingers, “we don’t even know how many there are.”

victor’s smile is indulgent and full of surrender.

“no… we don’t,” he reaches up to trail his fingers through your hair, thumbing at the ends as he shakes his head, “but… i think with you… i’d like to try.”

“try… what?”

“why… counting all the stars of the sky, of course.”

requests are open! <3

[pletoric0]

P.E. funtimes

[watchyourbuck]

Eddie has a cold?! That’s it. That’s the prompt! 😆

After the ninth time, Eddie finally gives up. He's insisted Buck to go home ever since he laid eyes on the man - he wasn't even supposed to be there in his day off -, but he won’t budge. Alas, his will power is stronger than Eddie's, so he throws in the towel. "Alright, okay, if you wanna stay, stay."

Buck snorts. "Th-thank you, Eddie, I really needed your permission."

He has to dodge Eddie's weak punches. "You're an asshole" he says, slapping Buck wherever he can find skin. It doesn't do anything, really. He feels like a feather. In the wrong way.

The moment is over soon, when Eddie has to put his feet on the ground and bend over slightly to cough, nearly losing vision. Buck puts a hand on his back, patting him softly. "Are you okay?"

It takes a minute for Eddie to answer, his heavy and erratic breathing worrying his partner. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm good."

Buck sighs, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand on his side and handing it to Eddie. The man yanks it, blowing his nose. Nothing but empty air comes out and he groans in desperation. Buck stares with pity. "Let me take care of you, yeah?"

"I'm okay" he says, although it's hard to take him seriously, his voice way too nasal. Buck bites back a sad grin.

"Let me make you soup. It's almost lunch time."

Eddie finally turns around, and Buck pouts. The man's eyes are red and glassy, his nose is peeling, and his mouth is ajar. He clearly can't breathe that well and if he didn't know any better, he'd say he has a fever.

"Oh, c'mon, don't give me that look" Eddie whispers, pushing him off softly.

"What look?"

"Like I'm sick and dying."

Buck frowns. "You are sick, Eddie. You're not dying, though, I wouldn't let you."

"I'm just," he starts, wiping his nose with the back of his hand, "a litte under the weather."

Buck raises his eyebrows, grabbing another tissue without turning around this time, and cleaning Eddie's wrist softly. "Yeah, if the weather was a tornado."

The shorter man slouches, letting his whole body fall back onto the bed. He stares at Buck and licks his lips. "Okay, you can bring me soup."

Buck smiles, getting close to the man to kiss his cheek. Eddie recoils, pulling up the sheet between them. "Stop. Are you crazy? You'll get sick."

"Oh, grow up" he barks, kneeling closer to the man and grabbing both sides of his face before forcefully pulling him in for a peck. "If I get sick you'll return the favor." He kisses him again. And again. "I don't love soup, though."

Eddie acts like he doesn't enjoy it, pushing him off with the little strength he has left - which, again, is practically nothing. "Will you just go be annoying in the kitchen? Where my germs won't reach you?"

Buck rolls his eyes playfully, scooting over to the corner of the bed and standing up. "You're a medic, Eddie, you should know your germs have this house infested. They'll reach me in any and all corners of it."

"All the more reason to leave!" he half yells, his voice cracking. Buck turns around, opening the door, and puts his thumb up to shush him.

"You're impossible, Buckley."

"Just pick a damn movie!"

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some mutuals & loves who I think might enjoy this drabble sjdjs @lover-of-mine @eowon @911onabc @eddie---diaz @cowboy-buddie @cowboy-buck @princessfbi @alyxmastershipper @bucksbirthmark @eddiediaztho @disasterbuckdiaz @buckleyobsessed @fortheloveofbuddie @housewifebuck @thewolvesof1998 @forthewolves (sorry if u didn’t wanna be tagged!! let me know)💗

[something-tofightfor]

Happy Home Alone!!! I has a prompt:

Javier Peña + Stars.

Alright, Adira. I see you. Thank you for sending this over - I've missed writing for Javi P like you would not believe.

This is connected to Slopeside - and takes place after that main story is done. (And gives you a clue as to what's coming for them!)

WC: 1,346

He couldn’t sleep.  

It was too quiet - too dark, too still - and after so long in Colombia, he wasn’t used to it. 

The window was cracked, letting in a slight breeze, and as he stared at the ceiling, his eyes focused on a tiny sliver of moonlight just above his pillows, Javi sighed. 

He hadn’t been sleeping well, which wasn’t anything new. But the previous few months had been even worse than usual. It’s gonna take time to adjust. 

He’d been doing what he could - working long days with his father on the property, taking extra shifts and cases at work, trying to reconnect with people that he’d previously lost touch with, but nothing had done the trick. 

It didn’t matter how long he was awake or how hard he’d worked, it was next to impossible for him to fully unwind at the end of the day - and it meant that he was constantly exhausted. 

The same had been true in Colombia, but there’d been actual reasons for that. Javier’s belief was that once he was back home and on more of a regular schedule, things would change. I was wrong. Dead wrong. 

Still focused on the patch of light, he sighed again and then rolled onto his side, closing his eyes. 

He was putting off the inevitable and he knew it - just as he’d known it back while trying to chase sleep in Medellín and Bogotá and Cali. 

Even though he wasn’t asleep and didn’t think that he’d get there any time soon, getting out of bed and padding down the hall toward the front door wasn’t something he wanted to do. Not yet. 

His new position allowed him to look out the window that faced the back yard, the same opening between the curtains that let the moonlight in also allowing him a glimpse at the dark Texas sky - and the stars in it. 

He couldn’t see much through the crack, but what he could see brought a small smile to his face. There we go. One side of his mouth pulled upward for a few seconds before he let out a slow breath, the man’s eyes closing. Sleep, Peña.

It was too late to call you, and he knew it, but saying that he didn’t consider it would have been a lie. 

What the two of you were was undefined, but that didn’t mean that he hadn’t enjoyed getting to know you over the previous few months. 

A chance encounter at a ski resort during a holiday trip with the Murphys had ledJavi to a place that he hadn’t expected to go - and to a person that, a few years earlier, he never would have had the chance to meet. 

Not because he wouldn’t have been attracted to you or sought you out after seeing you for the first time, but because if he’d still been DEA in Colombia, there wouldn’t have been time for a vacation. 

But being back in Texas meant that he could take time off when he wanted to. He could travel out of state and not worry about being called in before his vacation had ended. It meant that he’d been able to take extra days, returning to Colorado only a few weeks after the first time. It meant that he could get to know you, not just get to know your body and worry about something ripping you away from him before either of you were ready. 

Javier hadn’t been in a real relationship since Lorraine, and even though he still wasn’t, he had to admit that he was closer with you than he had been to a woman at any time in Colombia, even with Helena. Or Elisa. He had fond memories of both of them and even though he’d cared, it had been a different kind of caring - what he was mentally and emotionally capable of at the time. And nothing more. 

He wondered how they were doing sometimes - with Helena more than Elisa, since Connie had actually heard from the woman after escorting her to safety, but it had been a little while. I could call someone down there. Someone I trust … someone to look into … 

He sighed again, closing his eyes and rubbing the space between his brows with the tips of his fingers. It wouldn’t do any good to ask about Helena, because the truth was, she was better off without him - just like so many others were. 

The thought woke up him entirely, the man pushing upward into a sitting position and then to his feet. Helena almost died because she was trying to get information for me. Elisa could have been killed because of what she knew and what we needed to have her do. Christina’s husband… well. Lorraine would have been miserable with me because I made her feel like she had to lie to keep me around.

And that was only the tip of the iceberg when it came to the women in his life, if he was being honest. Shit.  

He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and his lighter as he passed his dresser and headed for he the door - but Javier didn’t bother putting a shirt on. 

As he padded down the hallway and toward the kitchen, Javi stuck the pack and lighter into his pants pocket, the weight of both dragging the thin material down and exposing more of his belly. I’ll sit on the porch and smoke, and then … then I’ll go back to sleep. 

But when he stepped through the kitchen, the man reached for the cordless phone and curled his fingers around it, taking it with him into the still night air. 

He held it as he sunk into one of the chairs, staring at the device in his hand. It’s too late. It’s too… Javi set it down and lifted one hip, reaching for his cigarettes and pulling one free, the quiet flick of the lighter almost comforting. 

Javier smoked in silence until the cigarette was half gone, and then he reached for the phone, dialing the number he had memorized and lifting it to his ear. Just a short one. He briefly glanced down at the numbers after being prompted to enter in his code, but when he lifted it a second time after dialing your number - the automated voice reminding him that he had 54 minutes remaining as the call connected - he was already looking out at the sky again. 

I’ll leave her a message and she can listen in the morning. He sighed, closing his eyes and preparing for your instructions and then the beep - but you answered on the third ring, your voice sleepy through the speaker. “Mmmm-hello?” 

He said your name, the surprise in his tone evident, and then you cleared your throat, saying his in response. That woke her up. “Everything’s fine. Don’t worry. I just …” Trailing off, Javier took another drag on his cigarette, shrugging. “I couldn’t sleep, and -”

“And so you went outside to sit on your porch while you called me?” You were smiling; he knew it even though he couldn’t see it. I did. “I think I was dreaming about you, Peña.” 

“Yeah?” He smiled at that, rolling his head from side to side and reaching up with the hand not holding the phone -  to rub at  his temple, the cigarette still pinched between his first two fingers.  “Wanna tell me about it? I’ve got time.” 

It was your turn to laugh, but when you started talking, your voice quiet and steady, Javier felt himself relaxing. Only a few minutes later, he was standing and heading back for his room, cigarette stubbed out in the ashtray and the phone still held to his ear. 

Your voice over the phone was a poor substitute for you actually being in the bed with him, but until ski season ended in April and you were cleared to leave Colorado, it would have to do. Only a few more weeks. Only a few more weeks and then she’ll be in Texas. 

[girlvinland]

Very minor vent but whyyyy is it so hard to explain to some people the concept of having a low social batteryyyy

[fma-rareships]

Welcome to the FMA rareship event!

FMA rareship weekend: February 23-24-25

FMA rareship week: date to be announced

January 10 - I will be posting a form, where you submit prompts in the following categories: fluff, angst, nsfw, Alternate universe, and other category. My aim is to have at least two prompts per day, in a variety of genres, so everyone can find something they'd like.

The form will be open for a week. If a prompt gets submitted more than once, it's more likely to make it into the prompt list.

I will be posting the prompt list around January 20-23, so people can have a whole month to prepare!

Once the event ends, I will post a feedback form, so I can make this event better in the future.

Rules:

Be kind and respectful to the other participants. If you don't like a ship, just scroll down or block the ship's tag.

I won't give a fixed definition of what a rareship is or how many fanworks it needs to be one; my only limit is that please don't write the most popular ships for this event. Currently these are the most popular romantic ships in the Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types tag on AO3:

Riza Hawkeye/Roy Mustang

Edward Elric/Roy Mustang

Edward Elric/Winry Rockbell

All kinds of fanworks are accepted. Fanfiction, fanart, crocheting, singing, dancing, podfic, headcanons, sculpture, anything goes.

Ships from any version of FMA are accepted. It can be the 2003 version, brotherhood version, the manga, games, the live action adaptations, they are all accepted.

AI generated fanworks are NOT accepted.

Rare platonic relationships are accepted, just as much as romantic relationships.

FMA Character x Original Character and Fma Character x Reader fics are not allowed.

Crossover ships are allowed. You think Edward Elric would be a perfect martch for your blorbo from another show? Go for it!

Be creative. You can create fanworks for an existing ship, or create new ones.

Tag your posts!

if you post your fic to ao3, you can add your fic to the event's collection (I will make the collection soon and I will link it here)

The participants' works will be reblogged to this blog.

I will be following the #fma rareship weekend 2024 and #fmarareshipweekend2024 tags, but feel free to tag this blog to make sure your post gets reblogged.

You can use as many prompts from the prompt list as you want. You can combine prompts too.

You can use the prompts after the event ended, but those works probably won't get reblogged.

Have fun!

Tagging

When you post you works for the event on tumblr, tagging is required.

Things you need to tag for: the event, the prompt you used, the ship, nsfw content, any content warnings you think your work contains.

For example:

#fma rareship weekend 2024, #prompt: Mafia AU, #trishaizumi, #trisha x izumi, #trisha elric x izumi curtis, #murder cw #unhealthy relationship cw, #nsfw

If anything feels unclear, or you have questions, feel free to ask them!

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

Every time Prapai gives Sky medicine, he's narcoleptic inside 5 minutes.

[oflostinfound]

{ Sorry I haven't been on, life stuff has been a pain in the ass

but thank you to the other birthday wishes in my inbox from yesterday / last night I really do appreciate it ghjfghf, I hope I can be on later this weekend but we'll see }

[nightmun]

I wanted to talk a bit more about my intern OC Handtern since I haven't really gone into them much since I made them a proper character, so I decided to make this post about them! It's pretty long and kinda consists of two separate parts due to this character technically having two designs (I was gonna do two posts instead of the one initially but decided against it since it is the same character and it would be better to have it all in once place) so if you want to read more it will be under the cut!

Handtern is a bit of a more out there take on the intern, going all in on the long arm idea. They pretty much just are a stretchy arm snake that originates from somewhere in the hospital (no one is really sure from where though). They don't really have a proper name so everyone just started calling them Handtern after a while. No one, including themselves, are quite sure where they came from or when they initially showed up, but ever since the implementation of the rhythm treatment program they have been working as an intern at Middlesea Hospital. They aren't able to do too much in terms of helping the patients directly due to the limitations of being literally just an arm, but they have an impeccable sense of rhythm and excel at pressing a button (I mean what better job for the literal doctor finger?).

Personality wise, Handtern is a super kind and friendly individual. They are really sweet at heart, but unfortunately that doesn't really translate too well when you're an ominous arm with no real good way of emoting. Because of this, as much as they want to befriend the patients, they tend to keep their distance form several of them, knowing that they make most people pretty uncomfortable.

The only people they interact with more regularly outside of working are the three kids and Cole and Nicole. Hailey, Logan and Lucia are the only people who go out of their way to include Handtern in anything. Maybe it's because they're younger, but they seem unbothered by Handtern's otherworldly appearance and will invite them to join in several activities, which Handtern much appreciates. Cole and Nicole are pretty laid back and tend to be less bothered by Handtern as well, so they will hang around the two of them on occasion. They have even gotten a few piano lessons from Cole after a rather abysmal performance on the cafe's piano, though Handtern doesn't typically hang around them too often since Cole and Nicole tend to have their own thing going on.

Everyone else in the hospital is either mildly uncomfortable with them to varying degrees but are too nice to say anything, or in the case of Richard specifically, openly rude and constantly expresses the strangeness of the intern being an ominous arm snake (as well as questioning their effectiveness at their job because of it). Handtern has learned to tolerate it, though, since they can't really blame people for being uneasy around them. Still, it can get to them sometimes, especially since they do really want to connect with people in a way they can't really accomplish as they are.

As is probably obvious, there are a lot of challenges that come with being literally just an arm, and by far the biggest one for Handtern is communication. Without a mouth, they can't just talk to people. Despite being a hand, they're not too well versed in sign language, and most of the patients don't really know it either anyways. Writing is an option, but their handwriting is absolutely terrible (try writing when your arm is a noodle) so it can be really hard to read. They can twist their form to spell letters, but that takes a lot of effort and can be really tiring, especially if they have a lot to say. So typically they rely on shaking their hand "yes" or "no" to respond to simple questions, or elaborate noodle arm charades if they want to get a more complicated point across. Another solution that they started using lately is the use of a button board, similar to the ones people will give to their dogs. While it isn't a perfect solution, it does allow them to communicate more than just "yes" and "no" without having to make people guess what they're saying.

So that's pretty much the basics of Handtern, so now on to the other version of them that exists:

I originally wasn't gonna do more with Handtern than just having them as the long noodle arm, but after one of my friends asking what they'd look like as a human and a desire to have an intern that can emote a bit more than not at all I decided to give them person privileges. Idk if Haniel will be actually canon to their story or if they'll just remain a "what if?" type version of the character but regardless I wanna talk about them cause I have a LOT of art of them already that I want to post with actual context as to who the hell they are first.

So this is Haniel, the human form of Handtern. After a pretty bad encounter with Connectifia Abortus, something happened (still don't have this too fleshed out yet so if I figure it out at some point I'll edit this later) that led the virus to turn Handtern into a human (can the virus do this? Who cares it can make a dude's head fall off without killing him and causally delete an eighth of a person's heart so imma put that as the reason). After the change, they picked up the name Haniel in place of Handtern since the latter didn't really fit anymore.

Being turned human obviously comes with a bit of adjusting. Things that seem pretty simple like walking or drinking water are a pretty big challenge to them and take a while to get used to. Sleep is also something they're really not used to, and they end up being tired a lot because they keep forgetting that's something they need to do now. That and the stress of trying to keep up with the pace they were able to accomplish before despite their newer limitations leads to a lot of stress early on, and their first week of being a person in particular is pretty rough.

It's not all bad though. Now that Haniel can talk, they have a world of things to say. They have a tendency to drone on a lot, reveling in the fact they can finally say the things on their mind instead of fighting a war to get even the most simple points across. Food is also something they really enjoy, since without a mouth before all they could really do is smash their hand into stuff. They're particularly a fan of sweet things, though anything with even a sub par flavor is heaven to them. They also really enjoy just being something that doesn't creep people out. Now that they are a person, they can interact with others in a way they never could before, especially since most people aren't uncomfortable or outright scared of their presence anymore. They do still have a bit of self consciousness about socializing though, partially because they have so little knowledge of human social cues and behaviors (mainly cause they were a hand before but also because they haven't observed too many human social interactions outside of people being treated) and partially because they still have that feeling that everyone dislikes or is afraid of them from their time being the hand. Even with both the positives and negatives, though, they're still determined as ever to help people as best they can and they will always do it with a smile on their face.

So I hope those of you who did take the time to read this enjoyed learning a little more about my silly little goober of a character. They're a bit more odd than your typical intern but they still do their best to fit in with the hospital, and with how weird that place is anyways it really isn't too hard. You'll definitely see more art of them in the future though, both as the hand and as the person. Hope you all will enjoy seeing those and thanks for reading!

Also real quick at the end here's a little ref of the two designs so you can properly see them,,

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