i know some parts are quite off but let's not get into the details... the important thing is the fic

I am so ridiculously in love with STAR WARS fic, I am so happy it exists, I am so happy that there are others writing out of such love for the stories they tackle, that there’s such warmth and care in fandom, that there’s so many talented people who bring such good things to fandom and this list has a bunch of things that just made me all fizzy and warm and happy.  There is such love in this fandom sometimes and I really, really want to share that with everyone, so here have some fics that will make you fall in love with everyone and everything all over again, even if sometimes they break your heart while doing it! THERE ARE SOME STELLAR FICS HERE, PLEASE ENJOY.

Coda by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin & padme/sabe & cast, modern au, 55.1k wip
   Anakin is an up-and-coming first soloist for the New York City Ballet Company, a brash, confident dancer with a smoldering sensuality to his technique and an electric smile that makes fangirl toes curl and quite possibly his choreographer’s.
Tano and Kenobi by FireflyFish, obi-wan & ahsoka & hondo & sifo-dyas & satine & qui-gon & mace & cast, time travel, 106.3k wip
   Master Skywalker always said “The Force works in mysterious ways” and Ahsoka Tano has to admit, getting thrown backwards in time by about forty years was very mysterious.
Precipice by shadowsong26, obi-wan & anakin & padme & palpatine & bail & rex & cast, 87.6k wip
   An AU in which Anakin Skywalker does not follow Mace Windu and the others to Palpatine’s office after they leave to arrest the Chancellor. As a result, he doesn’t get that final push over the edge, and doesn’t Fall.
Cataclasm by dendral, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & waxer & cast, 20.8k wip
   For reasons unknown to all but himself, Obi-Wan Kenobi has left the Jedi Order in the midst of the Clone Wars, taking with him a single clone. Anakin Skywalker has been unofficially tasked by the Order to find Obi-Wan and bring him home.
untitled by stonefreeak, obi-wan & depa, 2.1k
   “Barefoot, Master Kenobi?” The amused voice cuts through Obi-Wan’s meditation, and he surfaces quickly. He opens his eyes and finds himself face-to-face with Depa Billaba, a faint smile on her face.
Return by writegowrite, obi-wan/anakin, amnesia, 1.2k
   Anonymous asked: I wish you would write a fic where… Ok this has been on my mind for a while, perhaps it gives inspiration: Anakin or Obi-Wan goes MIA, returns with a memory loss (not permanent, that’s too angsty for me haha). I adore all your writing so anything goes tbh!
Infinite chapter 18 - Hollow by Ripki, obi-wan/anakin, warnings, 1.1k for this chapter
   The aftermath of a mission gone disastrously wrong.
Distaff by shadowsong26, obi-wan & anakin/padme & palpatine & cast, fem!anakin, 17.6k wip
   In which Anakin Skywalker is a cis lady and the twins’ gestating parent.
The Exchange by MissLearn, obi-wan & anakin & some anakin/padme & ahsoka & qui-gon & rex & cast, time travel, 57.8k wip
   ROTS Obi-Wan and Anakin are swapped with their younger, TPM, selves. It changes things, in both parallels.
The Force Ghosts Get Kicked Out ficlet by fireflyfish, obi-wan & anakin & kylo & cast, 1.3k
   “Uuugh! Grandfather does he have to live with you? Uncle Ben is so… good and nice and… charming.”
untitled by fireflyfish, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & cast, 1.1k
   “Club? What club?” Obi-Wan asked, confused. “Anakin? Has someone angered you?” “Yes!” Anakin said, pounding his left fist on the table, since he had broken another dining table with his right hand the last time he threw a fit in the dining hall. “How dare you have a special Obi-Wan club and not tell me!”
Vision Void by aradian_nights, luke & ahsoka & ezra & kanan & cast, 23.9k
   After a rather intense vision, Luke Organa sets out to save his former mentor, Ahsoka Tano.
Fate Defied by aradian_nights, obi-wan & leia & ezra & cast, 16k
   Leia Skywalker’s determined to become a Jedi like her father, but before that she must face the reality of letting go.
Lessons to learn by DonkerRood, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, 2.3k
   Obi-Wan teaches Anakin a lesson and finds out some important information too.
Against The Wall by Icse, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, d/s elements, somewhat darker themes, ~1k
   ‘Anakin grunted as he was forced against the wall, the hand in his hair pressing his face into the rough stone.’

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anonymous asked:

top 10 favorite fics?

This has been sitting in my inbox for a hot minute, honestly, because this is a super difficult question. I’m sorry it’s taken so long to answer! I want to preface by saying that I’ve read a ridiculous amount of fic in this fandom, and I’ve loved so much of it, and there are plenty of fics that I would die for that aren’t on this list. also i’m constantly reading and finding new universes to love, so this list could change any day? but here goes, my top 10 favorite (at this very moment in time) hl fics:

10. Relief Next To Me by dolce_piccante (334k)

What can I say? Is this fic overhyped? Maybe. Is it ridiculously long? Sure. Is it nothing but pure fluff? Yeah, you’re right. Would I die for it? Absolutely. I find myself revisiting this universe over and over again, and that’s saying something for a fic this massive. I just love how fun the relationship is, so whenever I’m feeling blue and need to get away from anything angst, this is one of my go-to’s.

9. let it shine under the morning star, orphaned (22k)

This is one of the first fics I ever read twice (I’m not normally a fan of re-reading fics) and I still go back to it from time to time just to experience the amazing aesthetic this fic has. It’s set during the Belle Époque, one of my favorite historical eras in terms of the arts, and the imagery is just beautiful. Read this while listening to some Chopin or John Field; it’s totally lovely.

8. the impossible now by stylinsoncity (54k)

Oh, god. This fic is incredible. There are a lot of really great original plots out there, and there are a lot of good time-travel/universe swapping fics, but this one takes the cake. The angst and the conflict resolve are super well done, and this is one of those fics you just can’t stop reading even for a second. I remember staying up one night reading it all in one go, yelling at Kelli the entire time. I think I’m due to revisit this one myself!

7. You Come Beating Like Moth’s Wings by supernope (81k)

The Barcelona Fic™!!!! I read this pretty early on when I became a 1d fan and it’s stuck with me as one of the most fun and adventurous fics I’ve ever read. The entire idea of a whirlwind romance while traveling abroad is an automatic set-up for fun times (as well as a little angst) but the best part of this fic is the slow burn. If you haven’t read this one, you absolutely must.

6. Black with Autumn Rain by whimsicule (93k)

If you’re looking for originality, look no further tbh. Listen, I’m a huge horror/sci-fi/fantasy fanatic, and I’m obsessed with anything different, so obviously there’s some bias going on here, and I recognize that this fic may not be for everyone. However, it feels like this fic was written for me. This is one of those fics where the romance takes a bit of a back seat to the actual story, which is something I love, and the actual story is what keeps you hooked. On top of that, fucking phenomenal writing. Read this one when it’s raining, preferably with the lights off.

5. 210 Days by cherrystreet (16k)

Listen. Are you listening? Okay, good. This fic changed me. This was the first of Shelly’s fics that I ever read, and I couldn’t stop screaming about it for weeks. Shelly is, quite honestly, the queen of hurt and comfort. Did I cry while reading this? Of course. But I finished this fic feeling so content, hopeful even, for Harry and Louis, and for how strong their love is in this universe. I got hooked on the writing right away, but even more than that, I got introduced to Shelly’s incredible ability to write about the pain of the real world while highlighting all of the good things that happen as well. This fic is a huge gift; it brought me comfort during a really shitty time in my life, it made some of my friendships stronger, and it introduced me to one of my favorite people in this fandom. Anyway, the writing in this is totally poetic, so if you want to know what it feels like to be adored, read Harry’s letters to Louis in this fic and get back to me.

4. Have You Coming Back Again by whoknows (31k)

It’s crazy to me that this fic is number 4 on this list instead of number 1, because the first time I read this fic I ranted and raved about it for a ridiculously long time. The first time I tried to read this, I couldn’t get into it. Fortunately, I tried again after a few weeks and when I did get into it, I got into it. I adore the characterization in this fic. The writing is, of course, totally on point. “You’re just obsessed with fluff,” you might say. Well you’d be right, but that doesn’t change the fact that whoknows has a gift for writing a fun, playful romance.

3. Here in the Afterglow by fondleeds (89k)

Ah, here’s where I really get emotional. When lysha posted this, I had already read her first work, which I adored, so I was really excited for a well-done historical au (I’m a hoe for historical au if that isn’t obvious, btw). But nothing could have prepared me for this fic. Not only are all of the historical details totally spot on (the MUSIC IN THIS IS.. INCREDIBLE!!!), but the story itself handles the coming out “trope” with such incredible finesse and care, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. There is so much LGBT+ history in this fic, and it’s treated with the respect it deserves, which is something I really haven’t ever seen in any other fic before. When I finished it, I just had this immense feeling of thankfulness for the pioneers of LGBT+ rights, which is not something you’d necessarily expect to get from a fic?? Anyways I’m rambling but I really can’t emphasize enough how wonderful and important to me this fic is. You absolutely must listen to 70′s rock while reading this, btw.

2. It Comes and Goes in Waves/It Always Does by roaroftheninth (51k)

Am I a fake for making this my #2 even though I only first read it a few days ago? Maybe. This fic, just recently completed, is another absolutely original fic that stands out from anything I’ve ever read. The thing about this fic is, the romance (like BWAR) is secondary. This is more a story about a soldier, who has to deal with the loss and pain he was left with after WWII, and his struggle to accept his own self-worth and happiness. Everything about the story itself is just flawless: the writing, the characterization, the plot, the imagery, the dialogue, the vocabulary itself - all of it is fantastic. I know the MCD tag scares people (it definitely scares me too!) but I promise it’s survivable, and the ending is happy! Given, if you like cookie-cutter fic with a predictable plot with all smiles and no tears, this fic isn’t for you. Then again, real life probably isn’t for you. If you want to read something real, something powerful and thought-provoking, read this. (Also, bonus points to this fic for SLOWWWW burn, an amazing tension-release, and a beautiful ending).

1. Tug-of-War by cherrystreet (63k)

You knew I couldn’t make a fic rec without having cherrystreet on here twice, right? The reality is, all of Shelly’s fics should be in my top 10, because I love them all, but there is no universe that compares to TOW. As always, her writing and characterization are on point. It’s obvious how much Shelly cares for this universe in the details of this fic, and it’s obvious how much she loves Louis and Harry in the way she carefully handles their fragile hearts in this particularly angst-driven story. Like the previous recommendation, this fic perfectly captures the pain of the real world, while still emphasizing that things can get better, that if you don’t give up, or even if you have already given up, you can change things for yourself just by believing that you deserve it. This fic is, naturally, littered with hardships and addresses real human sorrow, but it’s also full of love and hope, and lots of laughter. I’ve read it multiple times, and every time I’m left smiling and a little more in love with hl than I was before, so if you’re waiting to read this one or you haven’t done it yet because you’re afraid of the angst, I promise it won’t hurt you.

Sorry this was so long and so extra, but Top 10 is truly an outrageously difficult question! And like… it could change by tomorrow, for all I know! Anyways I hope you enjoy these if you haven’t read them yet, and even if you have read them maybe try giving some of them another go! All of these universes are too wonderful not to enjoy multiple times.

“Offline” (Chapter Three)

Welcome back! Im so glad you guys are enjoying this fic! I tried to tag everyone who showed interest in the first few chapters but please let me know if you would like to be added to the list (or taken off). 

Things take a jump forward for our boys in this chapter, cant wait to hear what you guys think! For all of you new to my blog/my writing, I love LOVE to hear from my readers so hit up my ask box and chat with me!!!


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There’s your target there, Bond. Green dress,blonde hair.” Q’s voice came through the comm and Bond just barely resisted rolling his eyes.

This was their sixth mission as Quartermaster and Agent and Q still felt the need to micromanage everything. Bond only tolerated it because the man was completely intriguing in a self assured snarky way, and more often than not the conversations over their comms were the best parts of the mission. Q could switch from giving directions to insulting Bond with some smoothly worded comment and then go right back to being professional, and Bond wasn’t sure sure when it happened, but somehow the mutual slights had slid into fond sarcasm and if he was being honest– he wasn’t sure how he felt about it.

But it was his turn to contribute to their snark-bout so he cleared his throat and his mind and stepped right back into the game.

“Yes, Q, thank you for your observation but you nagged me so thoroughly I did end up reading the file. Studied the pictures as well.” He took a sip of his martini, zeroing in on the woman who was less walking through the casino lobby as gliding in on impossibly thin heels and a dress cut excessively high up her leg.

Housewives nag 007, I threatened you with bodily harm if you disregarded the file and jeopardized the mission. At least this one seems your type.” Q replied dryly and Bond crinkled his eyes. It had been something of an ongoing joke between them for a few months now, Q pointing out whenever a woman seemed to fit Bonds requirements.

Not that he had many requirements of course, which made their little game all the more amusing. It hasn’t come up yet, whether Q had a type that wasn’t too female but Bond was chomping at the bit to know so—

“My type.” he repeated, his lips barely moving behind his glass as he watched the woman. “And how would you know that she is my type?”

Because that is her husband who is currently molesting her, and you do prefer the married ones.”

“Hardly a molestation, Q.” Bond tried not to smile. “But you are correct–she is in fact my type. Am I to assume that he is yours, then?”

Rather too brunette for my liking.” was Q’s instant answer. “You should be wary of assuming things about me.”

“I am learning that.” Bond waited a beat before asking, “So you prefer blonds then?”

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Captured By The Game p.3

AN: Another part of my Nessian Escort AU. Thank you for all the lovely messages about this fic! It definitely prompted me to write this faster ;)

In this one, Cassian and Nesta spend some time by the seaside. Less porny and more on the feels side this time. Hope you like it!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 Edit/Sneak Peek

Cassian can’t quite believe she’s here with him.

He’s not exactly sure what he expected when he invited Nesta to spend a week away with him but as always, she managed to surprise him.

She said yes.

The elevation he feels, this euphoric flutter in his stomach gets crushed as soon as he realizes it must’ve been an offer too lucrative to refuse.

But then again, why does he care?

He’s never been one for attachments, Rhys and Az the only family he’s ever needed - and those two are a handful already.

But then Nesta Archeron waltzed into his office, all heels and trench coat, and only bare skin underneath. In the most glorious cosmic mix-up to ever grace his life, she barged in and shrugged off her Burberry frock, rendering Cassian mute and his jaw dropped during an important business call. A strangled shriek escaped her mouth as she realized her mistake and she fled from his office as promptly as she appeared, a subtle scent of her exotic perfume lingering in the air.

Naturally, he went after her. And Nesta faced with him her head held high, her composure steel and unwavering as if he hadn’t just seen her naked. Unimpressed with his easy jokes and his confident (although she’d probably call it cocky) demeanor, she proved to be a worthy opponent right from the start.

No feelings, no strings attached, no sharing of their personal lives. The rules were simple enough - the deal was struck.

Only a few months have passed since that moment.

And instead of meeting Nesta in some fancy hotel room as per their rules, he’s taking her to his summerhouse in Maine.

Well, shit.

Perhaps he’s lost his goddamn mind.

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It’s Wednesday, which means it’s Crying About STAR WARS Time and I love that apparently it’s a never-ending font of things to cry about in the GFFA. But, hey, at least sometimes it’s crying in a good way? So, here, come cry some more with me about these space monks with their laser swords.

House of Cards by Smitty, obi-wan & anakin & oc, 23.8k
   Just when Obi-Wan thinks he has life figured out, a shadowy bounty hunter proves him wrong.
The Exchange by MissLearn, obi-wan & anakin & ahsoka & qui-gon & mace & rex & cast, 31.2k wip
   The Daughter has a bad day and it irrevocably changes the fate of the galaxy, twice over. Or; ROTS Obi-Wan and Anakin are swapped with their younger, TPM, selves. It changes things, in both parallels.
Obikin Ficlet: Exotic Dancer AU by writegowrite, obi-wan/anakin, imperial!obi-wan, 1k
   Prompt: “Exotic dancer!Anakin giving a private dance to sith lord!imperial general!Obi-Wan and they haven’t seen each other in 6 months. They missed each other and Obi-Wan just wants to touch Anakin but Anakin won’t let him.”
Clarity by anecdotalist, obi-wan/anakin & anakin/padme & ahsoka & cast,
   Anakin’s jealousy leads to the start of something new between him and Obi-Wan and a lot of frank discussions about things they should have talked about but didn’t in canon.
Do Not Go Gentle by Glare, obi-wan/anakin, a/b/o, 4.8k wip
   Anakin Skywalker is only six months into his Jedi training when he goes missing on a mission, bringing his Master’s life crashing down.
untitled by gaealynn, obi-wan/anakin, mild bondage, 1.9k
   I propose – an Obi-Wan who indulges one of Anakin’s tantrums and is startled to find that he, ah, doesn’t quite mind letting Anakin tie him up and dote on him; and an Anakin who is over the moon at being allowed to do so.
Tano and Kenobi by FireflyFish, obi-wan & ahsoka & cast, 54.3k wip
   Master Skywalker always said “The Force works in mysterious ways” and Ahsoka Tano has to admit, getting thrown backwards in time by about forty years was very mysterious. Now she just needs to figure how to get back home and how to get Master Qui-Gon Jinn to take Senior Initiate Obi-Wan Kenobi as a Padawan before the young boy is shipped off to Bandomeer to take up the quiet life of a farmer. Of course, that’s assuming she doesn’t take him as her Padawan first…
Choices by writegowrite, obi-wan & krell, sith!obi-wan, ~1k
   The path to the dark was easier than Obi-Wan had ever thought it could be.
Reunion by writegowrite, obi-wan/anakin, ~1k
   It has been nine minutes since Darth Vader arrived on the Rebel reconnaissance ship.
Lights Will Guide You Home by darlingargents, obi-wan/padme & potential obi-wan/anakin/padme & luke/ezra & leia & ahsoka & cast, 27.3k wip
   Obi-Wan knew that if he didn’t leave now, Padmé would die. And so he made his decision.
untitled by silvergryphon, leia & mace, 1.7k
   Everyone expected Leia to follow in her mother’s footsteps.
untitled by stonefreeak, padme & background anakin/padme, 1.2k
   Padmé stares at the clock on her bedside table. She knows it’s time to get up and get ready to face the day, but she… She doesn’t want to.
untitled by lurkingcrow, obi-wan & luke, 1.2k
   Obi-Wan braces against the bulkhead as yet another refugee pushes past him, attention focused upon the growing food line rather than the bedraggled figure hunched over his precious cargo.
untitled by fireflyfish, obi-wan/anakin & cast, pirate!obi-wan, 1.9k
   All things considered, Darth Vader was taking the news of growing pirate fleet surprisingly well, thought Lieutenant Piett as he followed after the towering, black-suited menace.

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Open the Memory Cage

EDIT: this is the old version of chapter 1. I updated it to fit the new canon. New version can be found here. [Link].

Well shit looks like I done wrote my first fic. Here it is in all its glory. I wanted to explore 2B and 9S’s relationship after the end and how they might help each other heal from all the trauma they went through both during the game and from before it started.

Tags(ish): Ending [E] spoilers. 10 pages/7309 words. 2B9S. Quite a bit of angst and feels. There’s a suggestive bit in there but nothing overly smutty (sorry to some of you). References the recent stage play/concert [Link to translation]

Summary: After ending [E] 9S wakes up to see 2B has brought him back to the Resistance camp. He’s unable to believe it’s really her until she begins sharing her memories with him to help bring back his own as well as helping him heal from everything he went through.

Partially inspired by some of @nines-s fics. So I guess it’s sort of a fic of a fic?

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The Hardest Part is Over

Sometimes the hardest thing is to trust.


Stephanie Brown comes out when Bruce Wayne offers her Robin. It’s time for Robin to be a girl. 

A long, long time ago, I wrote a fic called These Twists and Turns of Fate. It was a long, detailed process, and the fic I wrote in that time was something I’m still proud of. But I always wanted to write another story; one where Stephanie Brown gets to stay Robin in that universe. 

And when @insidiousmisandry​ suggested I write some Robin Steph, I confessed to this AU, and recieved plenty of encouragement to return. It’s been over three years since I posted the original. Let’s see if I’ve still got it, huh?

Special thanks to @blackstarfires​ for consulting on this, and @sroloc–elbisivni​ for beta-ing. 

Warnings for: Dysphoria, homophobia and transphobia, child abuse, and panic attacks. 

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Some people say that the path that we have taken is concrete and can never be changed.

This is, in the plainest of terms, complete and utter bullshit.

One story goes like this; Stephanie Brown is Robin for a short time, and never as herself. She dies as Spoiler and comes back to Gotham as Stephanie Brown.

But this is not that story.

This is the story of Stephanie Brown, the first girl Robin, in a world where she does not die.

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Bare Your Teeth and Dig Your Grave

What is this? I have no idea. Character study? Inferences? Headcanons? Who knows my friends.

Any way time to thank @liketolaugh-dgm and her friends @nea-writes @lpwrites @allxnwalkxr for giving me points on characterization in an ask because they’re way better than meeeee

Summary: The General has a lot of information that no one knows. The most important piece, he thinks, is the fact that Allen Walker has always been a pretty creepy child.

Part 1/??? will maybe be a stand alone if people think it sucks??

Characters: Cross, Allen Walker, Lvellie, mentions of Link

Warnings: Cussing, slight mental breakdowns, very very vague illusions (?) to blood and very nasty eating habits

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The Burden of Caring – Part Two: Exhibition of Forbidden Fruit

(Gif created by @heartfulloffandoms <3)

NOTICE: The following post is a work of fanfiction for The Walking Dead (television show) universe. This piece may include mature and graphic/explicit content of varying categories and intensities (specifics are outlined in the, “Warnings,” section beneath the, “Keep Reading,” cut.) If you do not wish to view such content or are in any way bothered by the possibilities of subject matters mentioned above, I politely request that you not proceed past the, “Keep Reading,” cut. If you DO wish to read this fanfiction piece, please continue as normal. Beyond the cut, you can find all the story details and info, as well as the fic itself. Please enjoy, and thank you so much for reading. And as always, reader discretion is advised and encouraged.

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What The War Did To My Legs And To My Tongue

Pairing: Frank Iero x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary: Request fic for @geeksandfreaks6713. “Hey, I don’t know if your requests are open (if they aren’t, I’m sorry!) but could you do something with either gee or frank where the reader’s paraplegic?”

Your boss said the band performing at the bar where you were worked tonight was called My Chemical Romance. Apparently, they’d just put out their first album through Eyeball Records. A lot of bands in this part of Jersey were associated with Eyeball, and some were more talented than others. You weren’t quite sure what to expect.

“You remember Pencey Prep?” your boss asked as he stood behind the bar, preparing a drink.

“Yeah, they played here a couple times last year, didn’t they?” you recalled.

“One of the guys from that band apparently plays guitar in this one now,” your boss informed you.

“Oh, yeah?” you replied. “Which one?”

“The singer.”

Ooh, I remember him, you thought, flushing. He was cute. What was his name? Frank?

“He ordered this drink,” the boss said, handing it to you. “Can you go give it to him, please?”

“Sure,” you nodded, taking the drink and ascending the steps to the stage, where the band had just started rehearsing.

They were already getting really into it. The vocalist was screaming his heart out, and the guitarist – the cute one from Pencey – was flailing around with his guitar like an animal.

“Um, Frank?” you mumbled, hoping you had his name right. “Sorry to interrupt, but….”

Frank was so in the zone that he must not have heard you, because he kept playing. He jumped around, swinging his guitar wildly.  It would have looked cool and rock star-ish….if you hadn’t been standing right behind him. Instead, his instrument smacked into your leg when he leapt in your direction, knocking you to the ground.

“Oh, fuck!” Frank cried when he realized what had happened, and the band stopped playing immediately.

“I’m so sorry,” Frank said, helping you up. “I didn’t even see you back there.”

“Are you ok?” the bassist asked. The vocalist and the other guitarist were looking at you with concern, too.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you shrugged. “Sorry I spilled that drink when I fell. I’ll get you a new one.”

“You don’t have to pretend you’re ok,” Frank frowned. “I know that getting hit like that would have really hurt pretty much anybody with legs.”

“Um…..that’s kind of my point,” you reddened, and lifted up the cuff of your jeans to reveal your metal, prosthetic leg.

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take my hand, we’re in foreign land

Title: take my hand, we’re in foreign land 
Author: phansomniac 
Artist: vocalsinmyveins
Beta: geistergeschichten
Word count: 13.5k
Rating: PG-13 (mentions of sex)
Warnings: TW alcohol, swearing ( a lot yikes dan) 
Summary: dan studies english lit and creative writing at university, a writer wound up in the works of art words can create. phil transfers to english lit, and after a one night stand they face the trials of living with each other for a year, coping with each other through ups and downs and, eventually, they find they’re closer than anticipated. 
Author’s Notes: i can’t actually believe this is finally completed!!!! it’s been a real Journey writing this fic but i’ve really loved working on it and i’m happy with the result!!! it took a lot of pain and suffering but i got through it and grown too attached to the characters (sven is my Son (#den otp)) so i’m really excited to see if you all like it <3 i am extremely grateful for all the lovely people who have helped me with this fic, especially my wonderful and supportive beta anna, my lovely artist sarah and my BFF amy for helping me so much throughout this whole writing process. thank you all for putting up with me and being so lax on me for cutting it so close to the deadline :’) i hope you like it!!!! msgs are encouraged bc i love feedback and i’d love to hear your opinion <33 alSO i was going to have a playlist for this but i gave up so the most important songs associated with this fic are death cab’s a lack of colour and transatlanticism, debussy’s clair de lune and tøp’s ms believer .



Dan sees colours in words and atmospheres between the spaces of letters and sometimes, his hands stain under the weight of black ink.

He has this theory, as the type of person who never leaves their hands without a pen or a notebook for more than a few minutes, that one day the words he prints onto paper will jump up and make something out of themselves. It’s more of a wish, really, when everything he writes seems to flatten into the paper and shrink into nothing, have no depth whatsoever. Because he wants his stories to thrive, to actually have a presence in peoples’ minds and be remembered, but it’s not so easy when his words don’t cooperate the way he wants them to.

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Everlasting Party - Mystic Messenger Time Loop AU (pt 27)

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Summary: You’re caught in a time loop during the 11 days leading up to the RFA’s party unless you can do… what, exactly?

13+ Spoilers for Day 7 of Jumin’s route.

Ahhhh thank you everyone for your patience, this chapter was a struggle for whatever reason (work with me here Jumin, goddammit). I literally have around 1.3K that I just scrapped ‘cause it wasn’t working… ugh… but I’m much happier with how this version of Chapter 27 turned out. Enjoy!

Your fingers slip and the marker falls onto the page, leaving behind a purple splotch across the intricate lines of the mandala you’ve been colouring. Well, damn. You bring the paper closer to your face to inspect it, then pull back. You can maybe fix it with white-out, but… you put the sketchpad down with a sigh. Now there’s an ugly blot across your carefully planned design.

…You’re running out of things to do. Well, perhaps that’s a lie. It isn’t as though there’s an actual shortage of things to do, just that none of them seem appealing. Sitting in Rika’s apartment doing nothing is worse than doing something boring, though, so you’d gone to the internet again and discovered ‘mandalas’, geometric drawings with intricate patterns designed to take a long time to colour as a way of relieving stress.

You’re not really sure if you’re any less stressed out now than you were when you began, but at least colouring the small shapes means you’re not thinking about Unknown breaking into the apartment, or the bomb, or Unknown, or Mint Eye and their so-called ‘paradise’, or Unknown, or…

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This is PART TWO of a LOKI REDEMPTION set of recs that mikkeneko asked for. The first half was more focused on Thor/Loki and Asgard-based stuff, while this set is more Loki/other and Avengers-based stuff.  Not that there’s not still a lot of good Thor & Loki moments here!  Just that it’s not the primary focus of these.  :)

There are probably loads of fic I’m still missing, but these are the ones I know of (as well as I’ll separately post a series of fics I think will be of interest!) that are in the vein of “post-Avengers, non-mind control Loki redemption”, which may not all get him fully to “redeemed” status, but are about the process of it, the working him towards such a thing. Some are entirely serious, some are heartbreaking, some are ridiculously silly, but all are about the process of Loki coming back around to join the good guys.  ♥

Featherling by RoAnshi, loki + avengers + possible steve/loki, pregnant!loki, miscarriage, 27k

While serving his sentence on Midgard, Loki unexpectedly finds himself in a “family way” - sort of.

He Ain’t Heavy (He’s Our Villain) by goodboots, avengers + loki, darcy & loki, background pairings, 11k

In which Thor is foolishly loyal, Darcy still wants her iPod back, and Loki redeems himself, or something.

Lost Boys by thisisnotwhoyouthink, loki + avengers + mild background canon pairings, pregnant!loki, 59k

When Loki is captured by Shield, they discover a dark secret between Loki and Odin. A different take on Loki’s ‘monster’ kids.

Quiet Poetry by FelicityGS, steve/loki, NSFW, fluff, 27.9k

Sometimes, the best gift to give someone is a second chance.

Project Loki by Sheyrena Wyrsabane, steve/loki + thor & loki + other avengers, 33.5k

Loki gets hit by a spell that requires him to remain in close physical contact with Steve. Steve decides to use this opportunity to try and convince Loki that super villain might not be the best career choice.

I heard you killed your only friend last year by Lise, steve & loki, 3.4k

It’s not exactly how Steve was planning to spend his time.

Disarm by Lise, steve & loki, 7.9k

After their last encounter, Steve really wasn’t expecting to see Loki again. Much less more than once.

Underground by Margo_Kim, avengers + loki, steve/tony + clint/natasha, tony & loki, some thor & loki, dark!thor, post-apocalypse, avengers!loki, 60k

Five years ago, Thor’s Chitauri army decimated the Earth. Now what’s left of humanity lives in bases under the Earth’s surface, safe from the toxic atmosphere. Tony likes to think that humanity’s adapted pretty well. After all, they have movie nights and dances; they’re doing better than could be expected. But when he learns that the little world of safety and stability they’ve carved out is about to be slowly but surely destroyed, the New York Underground is left with only two options–fight or flight. Tony knows which one he wants. If only Steve weren’t on the exact opposite side. Meanwhile, Natasha wants whatever option will save Clint, Pepper wants whatever option will save the base, Maria Hill wants whatever option will save everybody, and nobody’s exactly sure who Loki’s trying to save, but everyone’s hoping it’s more than just himself.

You do not have to walk on your knees by Lise, avengers + loki, 8.8k

It’s not that he’s invested in keeping them alive. The idea of someone else killing them first, though, is a bit offensive. Or: a funny pattern starts to emerge between dire situations involving various Avengers. “When you started thinking that Loki might be looking out for them in some kind of weird, possessive, only I may kill you sort of way…that was a sign you’d been in this business too long.”

Kings and Vagabonds by spinstitcher, loki & sleipnir + other marvel characters, humor, adventure fic, 29.7k

In the wake of the Chitauri Loki is stripped of his powers and banished to Vanaheim. Nobody tasers him, but there is an awful lot of singing and dancing. Accompanied by his eldest son, who happens to be a horse, Loki slowly begins to carve out a place for himself – one that isn’t Supreme Ruler of the Known Universe.

But there is another power emerging from the darkness; one that threatens the safety – and sanity – of all the Nine Realms. Loki may have given up his dreams of becoming Glorious Overlord, but that doesn’t mean someone else gets to take his place.

A Villain State of Mind by mikkeneko, loki & charles xavier + other mcu characters, crossover, some scenes of torture/gore, trauma, therapy fic, 54.9k

Written for the Norsekink prompt: “SHIELD has Loki in custody, with the gag on to keep him from spellcasting, but they don’t really know what to DO with him. They can’t give him food or water or attempt to interrogate him with the gag on, and they don’t dare take it off. Their solution? Call in a telepath! But Charles Xavier may find more things in Loki’s head than SHIELD bargained for…”

the water’s dark and deep, inside this ancient heart by artyartie, loki & child oc + avengers, fluff, 21.3k

Loki has been a Prince of Asgard and a would-be conqueror of Midgard. Years after the movie, he’s now trying to navigate the most challenging role he’s undertaken yet: a single parent in Manhattan. Juggling play dates, elite preschools, and defeating the Avengers in time to pick up his little girl, Loki finds parenting has endless challenges - and unintended effects.

Thor’s Days by artyartie, loki & child oc + avengers, fluff, 34.9k

For a nearly immortal god, a year is nothing. For his little mortal daughter, a year is an eternity. And for the Avengers, a single year might mean a chance, however precarious, to redeem the unredeemable.

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anonymous asked:

Can you imagine a pynch soulmate mark fic where Ronan gets his tattoo because Screw the world, and of course this means adam also has the tattoo. Except he hates it, this huge black wall of ink because his dad saw it and wasn't happy and because pt1

Pt2 because Adam has a plan to Go Places, places that do not appreciate ink. So Adams angry at his soulmate because he thinks they’re selfish, always impeccably dressed to hide the ink, until he actually meets ronan and realizes maybe he was wrong?

yes i can imagine god bless u my dude this is a+ thank u 
okay so this is gonna be in bullet form but if it gets enough interest i might turn it into a fic!! (this got really long tho lmao)

  • So in the future, just before he turns 18, ronan gets a tattoo
  • But it’s more like he expands the tattoo he already has
  • In this world, once both you and your soulmate are born, you both acquire a tattoo, a mark to start off your journey
  • In adam and ronan’s case, it’s shaped like a cloud, just above the left shoulder blade.
  • New tattoos appear once something significant happens to either one of you. So in a sense, each person knows and is aware of the other’s actions, even if the tattoo is quite vague
  • Such as:
    • Their first words
    • Little footmarks to celebrate their first steps
    • A shabby trophy when adam won his first spelling bee
    • A sulking child sitting on a desk with his arms crossed, aka ronan’s first detention
    • A blob. Ronan was pretty confused about this one for a while, seeing as it was one of the few tattoos he had that contained color. As he grew older and from experience, he realized that it closely resembled a bruise.
    • A bmw–ronan’s present for his 16th birthday
    • Tattered overalls covered in grease–adam’s first job, which (unbeknownst to ronan) he started on his 16th birthday
  • Adam doesn’t really mind the tattoos, the marks, because it makes him feel like he kind of knows his soulmate, whoever the hell that person is. Plus, they’re not exactly huge, and though they appear at random places, it doesn’t make them that hard to hide.
  • His father disapproved of them greatly, and went to great lengths to hide his own tattoos. Adam found it ridiculous that in a world where almost everyone was marked, tattoos were still looked down upon
  • But he didn’t have the luxury to express his thoughts out loud, so he went along with it in order to be able to work and keep things as civil as he can with his parents.
  • It was actually okay for a while. Well, as far as ‘okay’ goes in the Parrish household.
  • Until, he wakes up one morning with his father looming over him

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The Other One

Beginnings are hard, especially when they are likely to cost you your life, and include the recontextualisation of belonging and perhaps even being a person. Here’s a bit of Yellow Pearl introspection/exploration and a tenuous start of some Pearlshipping that I jotted down yesterday. Warnings for abuse and slavery -  though nothing beyond what you’d expect from a fic about pearls on Homeworld. Blue Pearl/Yellow Pearl,~2000 words

The Other One

There are several things Yellow Pearl knows very well; things she keeps carefully close to constant awareness as a matter of survival. She knows that as long as she is Yellow Diamond’s personal pearl, she is something - and something important, at that, which is certainly more than most pearls can say about themselves. She holds a key position in her Diamond’s daily business, playing her part in ensuring all matters run smoothly and efficiently. Knowing exactly which data to project even before her Diamond asks for it, knowing which communication channels to forward where, knowing how to place holoscreens around her Diamond’s seat to ensure an optimal distribution of focus and attention - there is pride to be found in these hard-learned things, along with control, and power, even. Something she knows she isn’t supposed to have, but that she cherishes as it trickles down to her.

(If she tries hard enough, she can pretend she doesn’t see how the power seems to exist only when her Diamond isn’t looking.)

She knows, too, that she is far from the first pearl to belong to Yellow Diamond, and, try as she might, she won’t be the last, either. Pearls as a whole aren’t particularly known for their longevity, and Yellow Diamond’s control room has a certain reputation - a sharp reminder of the true and constant precariousness of her position, attractive though it sometimes seems. A tradeoff she likes to think she would have agreed to, had it ever been her choice.

She also knows that she is afraid, that there is a low undercurrent of terror running through her entire life - and that as long as she lets just the right (flattering, appeasing) amount of it show in her Diamond’s presence, things will continue to be fine.

She hasn’t gotten this far by being anything less than absolutely perfect, after all. She knows exactly when to bite her lip and present a calm facade, and exactly when to cringe and cower and bow until her forehead touches the flawlessly polished yellow floor. She has learned how to tell when to soothe pride and when to bear the brunt of anger. And on occasions when it gets close to dangerously too much, she knows when and how to disappear until she’s erased any evidence of distressed, shameful moments of weakness on her part.

It seems like a bit of a conundrum, at first: she can’t allow anything that could be taken as a blemish on Yellow Diamond’s flawless image, and while everything a Diamond does is undoubtedly correct and perfect, a temper could in some contexts be seen as clouded judgement… even though, of course, her pearl is hers to do with as she wants - even if that includes breaking her into tiny pieces over a minor infraction and grinding the shards into dust under her heel.

So Yellow Pearl puts on a selection of airs, and makes sure she doesn’t give anybody reason to think anything of her Diamond that she might not want them to, makes sure she is out of the way when it is needed of her, and in the way when that is needed of her.

Above everything else, Yellow Pearl knows self-preservation.

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One-shot written for Royai Week 2014, for prompt “Constant”. Weekly fics every Tuesday. Comments and reviews always welcome, I also read tags.

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Riza stepped out of the bathtub in her hotel room and wrapped her body with a towel. She had been very careful not to get her hair wet; she couldn’t afford to ruin the beautiful hairdo that Garfiel, a friend of Winry’s from Rush Valley, had so kindly offered to do earlier that morning. While keeping her side bangs, she wore a bun from which a few tresses fell delicately to her shoulders in the shape of soft curls.

Edward’s wedding would take place in only two hours, and she was glad they had asked her to be the maid of honor; Roy, on his part, would be the best man. As happy as she was for the young couple tying the knot, she was also enjoying the process of dressing up and couldn’t wait to see her reflection once she was ready. It wasn’t often she attended formal celebrations.

When she was done with her make-up, she dropped the towel and walked to the bed where her dress was waiting. It was a long-length, sleeveless, turquoise gown that covered entirely her back and neck; perfect for her needs.

She heard Black Hayate approaching her and she turned her head to look at him, but something else called her attention. Behind her on the wall there was a huge mirror, much bigger than the one she had in her apartment. As such, since she was still only in her panties and her back was facing the glass, she could see every detail of her damaged tattoo.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t seen it before, but more times than not, she had evaded seeing it if she had any intentions of ending her day with some peace of mind.

The transmutation circle etched in her skin was a constant reminder of things that had only brought her pain: her father losing his mind over alchemy which estranged their relationship; her body being used as an object; the burden of carrying a dangerous secret, and having to undress in front of someone if she deemed the person worthy of that knowledge; and every single person who was murdered because she had chosen to trust.

The burn scars that obscured the tattoo, on the other hand, were the constant reminder that she had been set free, laying down the bonds to her father and alchemy, becoming an individual with total control of her body instead of staying a human notebook. Burning the most important parts of the circle hadn’t erased the deaths it had been responsible for, but there would never be another Flame Alchemist, at least.

She decided to stop thinking about those things for the moment and concentrate on the wedding. She put her dress on, one leg at a time. Then she pulled up the zipper on her back—it got stuck. She froze with worry, but was quick enough to tell herself to take a deep breath and not panic about it. Reaching down from over her shoulder, she tried to extend her arm and grab the little object, but didn’t quite get to it. She tried to pull it back down, see if she could fix the problem taking the dress off and holding it in front of her. It didn’t move downwards either.

Frustrated, she pondered over her options. Ripping it off was one of them, and then she would have to desperately ask every woman in Resembool if by any chance they had a spare dress she could wear. Another option could be not attending the wedding at all, which was immediately crossed out of her mental list, since she was the maid of honor and it would be taken as a terrible insult. She sighed and looked at the phone. She knew what she had to do; she just wished she didn’t have to resort to that.

She opened the door to find Roy Mustang in the hallway. He had a grin on his face and started to talk as she let him in.

“Fullmetal had some sort of nervous breakdown; you should have seen-”

He silenced himself and stood immobile for a moment when he noticed her appearance. He scanned her from head to toe, taking in her beauty.

“You look wonderful!” he said breathlessly.

She smiled wryly. “Thanks.”

He frowned; he knew he had been called for something specific. “What is it?”

She pursed her lips. “I need your help.” She turned around and showed him her back. Half of her tattoo was covered by the dress; the other half was still visible. “It got stuck,” she explained. “I couldn’t even take it off.”

He flinched as he understood her problem. Nobody but the two of them knew about the Flame Alchemy transmutation circle on her skin. She couldn’t have just asked anyone for help; no one else should know about it.

He nodded and walked until he stopped behind her. He had learned the circle by heart; had seen her naked back a hundred times. For him, too, it was a constant reminder of what he had done. If she hadn’t showed it to him in the first place, he wouldn’t have used its power to kill innocents. If he hadn’t used its power to kill innocents, she wouldn’t have asked him to burn her. If; if…

He got a hold of the slider, and after a little struggle, he managed to fix it. He pulled it up, his fingers softly brushing her skin, and he felt her shiver.

He lay a hand on her shoulder. “There,” he said, and removed his hand as she turned to look at him.

She smiled sincerely. “Thank you. I hope I haven’t caused any setbacks.”

He shook his head. “Only for yourself. But there’s still some time, don’t worry.”

“No, I’m done now.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you going barefoot?”

Her eyes grew wide. “Oh!”

He laughed. “I’ll leave you alone, so you can get ready,” he said walking towards the door.

“Yes. Thank you, General. See you at the reception.”

He held the door handle and faced her with a smirk. “If you think you’ll need help later, I volunteer to take off your dress.”

He got out and closed the door before being hit by the pillow that was thrown across the room.

Love On A Wire

Jumping on that sweet, sweet bandwagon. This was supposed to be a brief Pearl/Mystery Girl episode tag ficlet for Last One Out of Beach City, but it really got away from me. So now it also features Amethyst, Garnet, Greg, and a bit of Steven.

Or: a fic about Pearl generally being in a pretty good place, both when it comes to herself and others. Also about fixing things and figuring out phone calls and flirting with cute girls. ~4000 words. With thanks to @projectormom and @joan–of–bark for endless cheerleading.

Love On A Wire

The note was a strange, important weight in her hand. Pearl crinkled her nose at the crinkled paper and smudged ink, straightened it out, and folded it neatly, writing carefully kept on the inside. She could have stored it safely away in her gem, of course, but a niggling not-thought kept her from doing so. It felt better, somehow, to keep worrying at it between finger and thumb during their night-time walk to the nearest warp pad, leaving it rather more real and tangible than if it were tucked away in an elusive pocket dimension, floating somewhere along with the discarded pants and jacket.

The number was illegible without some illumination from her gem, but by now Pearl had memorised it anyway - she’d always had a good head for numbers of all kinds. If she tried, she could almost hear the digits recited in that surprisingly soft, low voice, still managing to carry over the sounds of the concert:

five, five, five-

Which, upon further thought, seemed like a silly thing to imagine and focus on - after all, she’d never actually heard her say the number. She’d never actually heard the girl say much of anything, and this was the best her mind could come up with?

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Future Fish: Chef Haruka x Fireman Makoto AU

Written by: my-ships-have-canons.tumblr.com, August 2014

This fic is really long (I’m not exaggerating- 10 pages); it is also heavily detailed and slow-paced. If you are looking for something quick to read, this is not it. However, if you do have the time to invest in it, then I hope you enjoy it.
The story is based on my idea of how the Future Fish! AU would work.

Warning: This fic contains some mildly graphic imagery.

Rating: SFW! I apologize if you would prefer NSFW content (and I can write some for you on request, if you want), but it didn’t feel appropriate for the storyline.

**While mainly focusing on the MakoHaru ship, it contains some elements that may be interpreted as MakoRin. There are also elements of other ships like SouRin and SouMako, so this could be interpreted as a multishipping fic, depending on how you read it (I honestly didn’t intend for it to be that way, but here it is). The story also features some cameos from supporting characters that are, in my opinion, quite interesting.

***There may be a part two of this fic, depending on how I feel, but I can’t guarantee anything. Please let me know what you think of this (your reactions, good things, bad things, where improvements can be made, etc.)!

Future Fish: Chef Haruka x Fireman Makoto AU


The story is set in November, 5 years after Haruka and Makoto’s graduation from high school. Haruka has graduated from a university with a master’s degree in culinary arts, and, after combining his savings with a portion of Makoto’s earnings, has purchased and remodeled a seaside restaurant, which he has just recently opened. Haruka and Makoto’s childhood friend, Aki Yazaki, works as a waitress at Haruka’s restaurant.

After receiving an associate’s degree in health services/ paramedical technologies, Makoto has been working as the active captain of the town’s main firefighting brigade for 3 years. His unit works closely with the police department, and he is in frequent contact with the head of police, Rin Matsuoka, and his chief lieutenant, Sosuke Yamazaki.  Makoto has saved many lives, and is a popular local hero.

Haruka and Makoto live together in a seaside cottage located exactly halfway between the firehouse and the restaurant. They have lived there for 5 years, and hope to live there for many more.


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