“Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your
favorite five fics that you’ve written, then pass on to at least five
How convenient that I have exactly five works on my ao3. Oh-ho-ho. Tagged by the lovely @dragonie, who can do no wrong.
if i cannot bend heaven, i will raise hell The time has come for Fatebinder-turned-Archon
Inkar to face the Court’s judgement. And unfortunately for the
Adjudicator, his former vassal is just itching to exercise the
considerable extents of her newfound power.
I like this one because I felt like I really managed to capture the weird dynamic between Inkar and Mark, as well as introduce my favorite murder-child. This is a Tyranny fan-fic, and if you haven’t played this particular gem of a game (another success by Obsidian!) yet, you should get on that. Especially if you’re like me and have a proclivity towards villainous or morally grey characters.
the skies above Before she joined the Alliance, Shepard’s life revolved around one simple rule: survival, at all costs.
Sometimes (often) I look back on this and wonder how I managed to string that many words together in a cohesive narrative without having a pre-established game scene to build off of. Anyways, brain, if you could like, do a repeat performance, that’d be great.
Uhhh phew do I actually know people who write?? What are mutuals?? tagging @nebulaad, @v3ilfire, and @battlemastershepard because I think those are ya’ll’s writing blogs and I also think some of you might have done this already but in either case you’re all beautiful.
well I once had this dress made of satin and it was really twirly and I liked it a lot and wore it to kindergarten even though it was like 35 degree outside and my mom was so worried
then one day it just disappeared and I never found it again
fun story huh
15. what is the dreamiest/most surreal thing that has ever happened to you?
ah man it’s hard to remember these stuffs…………. any time my brain goes into overdrive is a good candidate I guess. the worst time was after I read Calgary’s 200 Phenomenas. I didnt sleep a wink that night because my brain couldnt slow down and I spent the whole night staring at the ceiling of my room thinking about concepts from that stuff. Why that is the thing that influenced me that much is still a mystery
I’m not saying there was a point to it, but I might have spent a little too much time making a transparent Bucky Barnes as he runs into battle… and you know… I’d already made it… Sooo waste not want not? I guess.
kinda want a piece of media that follows a cheerleader who progressively gets more radicalized as the narrative goes on, and ends up creating really rad protest chants that the resistance can organize under
so you know the song My I yeah the one that saved all of China and the globe yeah that one so i was listening to it last night and thinking about how amazing the dance would look if they would just release it and suddenly my brain started creating dance formations for a duet to the song and like i just damn i need this chinaline dance i'm creating my own freaking choreo because i need it so bad ughhfjfnf (oh btw it's the anon that went on a sappy rant about her bf that one time a while ago lol)
I need a choreo for this song soooo bad like imagine how amazing it would be
For every story where you kiss her; there is a story where you don’t. There is a story where you tell her everything, there is a story where you tell her nothing, there is a story where you stand in front of her with blood on your hands and all you can tell her is that you’re sorry.
The best stories are the oldest ones, the ones stitched into the fabric of the universe, told again and again across worlds and throughout galaxies, with every ‘once upon a time’ piercing it anew. You fall in and out of love with her across the long stretches of time and space, your paths interweaving and intertwining, crafted by the alignment of the stars, by the cold hands of fate, by distant, faceless authors with the power to transform you from ruin into rapture and back again.
Not every ‘once upon a time’ is paired with a ‘happily ever after’. The beginnings change, the endings alter, and only the gods know what may happen in between. You are no god, but you do know this:
there is not a single story in which you do not love her.
In this one, she falls from the sky; in that one, she looks up at the stars. In this one, she is standing beside you; in that one, she is a thousand miles away. In this one, you tell her you love her. In that one, you don’t.
In this story, you leave her. In the next one, you stay.
brain: because of her chronal disassociation, tracer is now permanently stuck at the age of 26, can no longer die from old age, and will have to contend with seeing the rest of the overwatch crew grow old and leave her.