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Street Brat: Chapter 69 |Archive of Our Own
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

“Eren.” His sister forced his gaze up with a finger under his chin. Her eyes were steady and unwavering. “I don’t envy Levi his nerves. I’m not surprised by them nor his hesitation. But here is the truth, and it is equal parts beautiful as it is tragic: you two are going to spend the rest of your lives in disbelief that you ended up with someone you are convinced you’ll never deserve.”

She smiled warmly, and Eren could see how happy she really was.

“And that’s exactly the kind of person you deserve.”

Hello my wonderful fellow barduilings!

So I have an idea and I kind of want to gauge interest and the tag has been quite actively the last couple of days so I decided now was the time.

I want to organise a Barduil Round Robin.

A round robin is when we each write a chapter and then pass it on to the next writer. So, I would decide (or indeed consult with any participants) on a theme and we would work out a writer order and just go for it!

It would be very chill because I do not approve of stressful things, you would have plenty of time to do your bit I would make absolutely sure of it, and if you don’t manage it, or your life goes cray for a while that’s okay, you just pass it onto the next person and it can come back to you at a better time.

The end result though guys.

Have you thought about the end result?

Because the way I see it, if enough people get involved, then what we’re going to end up with it this:

A barduil fic written by the barduil fandom.

And idk about you guys but that idea just tickles me.

Do not worry if you’re not confident in your writing or as experienced as others or indeed have never written barduil before, after all, what better environment than being surrounded by other writers on a collaborative project to hone your writing?

After all, we’re the barduil fandom, we support each other ;)

But you don’t just need to be a writer to get involved!

If you’re a beta, great! You can help make the whole fic sound uniform with your mad beta-ing skills! If you’re an artist, sweet! You are more than welcome to ask to see the fic so far and art-ify a scene! 

In fact whatever you do if you wanna get involved just let me know and I will find a way.

So right now I’m just trying to work out whether or not any of you are actually interested in this idea, so if you are, let me know, you’re not tying yourself down for anything right now, just trying to see if this is a viable idea ^.^

Please reblog and spread the word and make sure to let me know if you are interested! I’m unfortunately not psychic and don’t know unless you actively come and tell me you want in, or even if you just have questions, fire them at me :D

Hopefully I will hear from you soon <3

I make such frickin' poor choices

Like staying up until two am on a night where I have to work the next day because I have suddenly and overwhelmingly become obsessed with writing a canon and Boston appropriate Steve/Tony college AU.

In which Steve was part of Project Rebirth, but went straight into the field, he never became a symbol, and he never became a super hero.  He was just an unstoppable soldier, an urban legend amongst the allies, without a name, so the allies just called him the American Captain, or Captain America.

After he went down at sea, any record of him or Rebirth was buried, and most modern scholars consider the stories of Captain America to be just battlefield gossip on the part of shell-shocked soldiers.

When Steve is recovered, SHIELD is outmanuevered by the military, and Steve finds himself being held by the Army as they attempt to determine what should happen with him.  Presenting him as a soldier returning to college on the GI bill, the Army enrolls Steve in the arts program at Boston University, where a combination of an unfamiliar landscape and an ROTC program gives them an excuse to keep him in society, but with a firm boot on his neck until they can figure out what to do with him.

Meanwhile, Howard Stark has declined rapidly since his hayday and at this point is a barely functioning alcoholic.  He remains the public owner of StarkIndustries, but is a reclusive ‘genius’ instead of a hard partying captain of industry.  Incapable of working on anything of note, he’s a figurehead only.

Obie recognized and cultivated Tony’s talent, and Tony has been StarkIndustries primary weapons designer since the age of 11.  Because this is EXTREMELY QUESTIONABLE BUSINESS PRACTICES, he never went to boarding school, never became a rich partying scion of the Stark family.

At age 15, desperate to escape his father’s drunken rages and Obie’s smothering control, Tony manages to finagle his way into MIT, where he is registered and is known as Tony Edwards.  Anthony Stark, more a footnote on certain social registers and society pages, is left behind as Tony tries to focus his work on the failed Arc Reactor prototype.

MIT is on the MBTA’s red line.  Boston University is on the green line.  They meet at the Park Street Station, where the transfer between the red line’s subway cars and the green line’s trolleys is a series of convoluted stairways.  Tony prefers the green line, where everything is mechanical and sharp, where you can hear the wheels and a sharp turn through traffic will send half the riders stumbling.  Steve prefers the red line, where the subway is dark beyond the windows and he can pretend he’s anywhere, where the city above is invisible and faceless and he can pretend that he’s home.