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ghostlandtoo · 1 year

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WISH FULFILLMENT — COME BACK WRONG

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A web weaving post feature Wolfwood and Vash from Trigun Maximum. The first image is a panel of Wolfwood biting down on glass vials in his mouth and underneath the panel is the quote: “Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.” The second image is spliced together panels from volume 10. The first panel is Wolfwood holding a shot glass with speech bubbles saying: [N][arrow][is][the][strai][T][.] [I am asking [You] [h][ow] to endure it.]. Next is the panel of Vash bowing over his shot glass with spec bubbles saying: On the strength of My having asked it of you. Around him are thought bubbles saying: Oh, God… God… Please do me this one favor… The third panel is Wolfwood in profile, a tear running down his cheek. A speech bubble next to him says: [I am asking [not] to endure it.] The final panel is of the gravestone placed over his grave with a cross craved into it. Around it says: Scio… Sweetheart.

The lines are from a poem by tumblr user inactics linked here.

The third image is a quote from Richard Siken: He was not dead yet, no exactly—parts of him were dead already, certainly other parts were still only waiting for something to happen, something grand, but it isn’t always about me, he keeps saying, though he’s talking about the only heart he knows—

The fourth image is a screencap of dialogue from Disco Elysium. It reads:

You – Do I remember?

Inland Empire – No, you don’t. And it’s better that way.

You – What *do* I remember?

Inland Empire – Nothing.

(in all caps by the narrator) Don’t come back here!

The fifth image is Wolfwood aiming his handgun at the back of Vash’s head, who is in the foreground. Underneath that panel is a picture of an engraved plaque with a Jenny Holzer truism on it reading: Protect me from what I want. The sixth image is the panel of Wolfwood forcing Vash to hold a gun to his head and saying “Shoot.” The panel is cut in half by a quote from Richard Siken: but I think I’d rather keep the bullet. It’s mine, see, I’m not giving it up. This way you still owe me, and that’s as good as anything. You can’t get out of this one, [] you can’t get it out of me, and with this bullet lodged in my chest, covered with your name, I will turn myself into a gun, because I’m hungry and hollow and just want something to call my own. I’ll be your slaughterhouse, your killing floor, your morgue and final resting, walking around with this bullet inside me like the bullet was already there, like it’s been waiting inside me this entire time.

The seventh image is a picture of a line from Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead. It reads: (Guil) Our names shouted in a certain dawn… a message… a summons… there must have been a moment, at the beginning, where he could have said – no. But somehow we missed it. (He looks around and sees he is alone.) Rosen-? Guil-? (He gathers himself.) Well, we’ll know better next time. Now you see me, now you – (And disappears.)

The eighth image is the panel of Wolfwood and Vash sitting on the couch from volume 10. Wolfwood was been blacked out so he is just a silhouette. In the middle of his body is a block of text reading: living—despite (line break) living—against.

The final image is a dialogue box from the gamer Pathologic. The Executor is saying: I’ll tell you a story. Once there was a man who wanted to fix everything. He begged on bended knee for a chance to turn back time… And when he got it, history repeated itself. “Good job,” we told him. “That’s your fate.” He asked us, “Once more?” So we let him try once more, but with a catch. He who denies his fate will be punished.

#etxt #trigun #para

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dailyscottficrec · 1 year

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Happy Birthday Mem <3

Please enjoy this long recommendation post in honor of @momentofmemory's birthday. I've said it before and I will say it again, I highly recommend everything she writes. If you are looking for genfic, Scott centric fic and fic that just exudes love for the canon and characters: this is the place to go!

(find her fics here: momentofmemory)

all these years left unspoken

It’s been ten years since it happened. Five, since she was last here.

It doesn’t feel like it.

(or, Lydia Martin lost her best friend at seventeen, and the worst part is that she has so much time to figure out how to live with that.)

This was the first fic of hers that I read. It really captures the essence of grief and mourning so well. It gives you such a gut punch re: how young Allison is when she dies and how young Lydia is too. I love it so much.

what measure is a non-human

“Scott!”

Kira’s sprinting past him before Stiles can get an appropriate what the hell out, and she just barely catches Scott before he nosedives into the asphalt. A shell-shocked Liam appears from behind a row of cars, hands reaching for Scott like he wants to help, but isn’t sure if he’d be welcome.

The only sound louder than Stiles’ feet slapping against the pavement is his heart pounding in his ears.

Ahhh! I love this one so much. The exploration of Scott's pain and scira comfort of it. My heeeearrt.

administered twice, daily

It’s been—a lot, to say the least. Between wrapping up all the loose ends from what Theo, the Dread Doctors, and the Beast did, and untangling the mess his own pack had become, he hasn’t had a shift at the clinic since—well. Before.

It figures it’d be raining.

He blinks up at the streetlights, the hum of electricity buzzing underneath the harsh patter of the rain, and it feels too much like too many things.

Wolfsbane, asthma, claws. Kira, Stiles, Liam.

(Dying, dying, dying.)

I *just* read this today!! I can't even believe I had missed it. Both Deaton and Scott's voices are absolutely impeccable. I love how much they say without ever saying it and the exploration of Scott's grief and pain over his own death. Gyahhh! And there is Scott cuddling kittens? Lovely.

meet me on the landing

There’s nothing at the foot of the stairs.

Gravel under his shoes, gasoline in his nose. Flames reflecting off his eyes and flecks of deep-red rust from the motel steps on his palms.

But nothing, whisper his thoughts. Nothing for you.

(or: a series of ten interconnected, 100-word drabbles exploring Scott's character arc through the lens of staircases.)

Mem and I live together at the top of the "a proper drabble is exactly 100 words hill" and I learned that after reading this fic. And gushing about how lovely it is. I love that each drabble stands alone and then how they also tie together. It's a lovely look at each moment and I adore this fic so much.

retrouvaille

retrouvaille (n): the joy of meeting or finding someone again after a long separation.

Ken gives Kira the phone three weeks before they move.

It’s an eye-catching bright yellow, designed to match the intensity of her favorite watch, with a package of professional apps preloaded to the home screen and technical specs boasting an unprecedented 64gb of storage. The most important part to Ken, however, is the impressive-looking camera lens protruding from the back.

!!!! Ken's voice in this is amazing. This explores Ken's relationship with Kira and is so so lovely. I love the bit at the end that explores Ken and Scott too!

codominance.

Scott veers the jeep sharply off the road just in time for it to rattle to a stop.

Stiles is uncharacteristically silent beside him.

Scott breathes through his nose and watches as the arrow on the gas gauge drifts down to empty—honest, now that it’s too late.

Now that it’s dead.

This is arguably mem's most famous fic. I remember teasing her about having a box of tissues ready when she finished it. I need them. This fic is absolutely dripping with love for Scott and Stiles and their relationship. Every single line is so measured and so impactful. If you read only one, I suggest this one. (But really, check them all out)

hiraeth

He reads the pamphlets on the table outside the counselor’s office at school: Your body is changing, they say.

He thinks, no. My body was replaced.

This is a shorter piece- but it packs SUCH a bunch. It really explores the effects of the body horror Scott feels after s1-2. It does a lot in such a little amount of time.

the devil you didn’t know

He hasn’t heard that voice in nearly two years, but it’s instantly recognizable. “Danny?”

There’s a low rumble of a laugh, not quite like he remembers, but when he hurries past the threshold he’s met with the blinding, ear-to-ear grin of his former classmate.

“In the flesh,” Danny says, rainwater dripping from the black leather of his jacket as he gives Scott an open-armed shrug.

I absolutely love the horror vibes in this one! The tension is so good!!! And I always love Scott and Danny content. This one is so fun!

electric love

Scott’s toaster zaps him twice when he stumbles into the kitchen at 5:30 in the morning.

He doesn’t think much of it.

This is such a sweet scira, Kira comes back fic!! I love just how nervous but affectionate they are around each other at the end. This is sooo sweet.

the family business

There’s a gun in Scott’s face.

He doesn’t know guns. Has no idea what the caliber is or the range it has, or honestly even what a caliber is.

He just knows that it’s Big.

I am not exaggerating in the least when I say read this every time I watch 2x01 now. This scene from Scott's POV is so ahhhh, it really hits home that he's *sixteen* and that this kind of violence has just recently become his life. Gyahhha. I love it.

varicose veins

Theo can smell Scott’s sweat from the long run. The aftershave he’d used this morning. The rain-smell of his clothes.

Still none of the exhaustion he knows has to be there, or the relief from making it out of the elements. Not a thing about his emotional state at all.

It’s not like him.

Scott from Theo's pov is always so good, and this is absolutely no exception. This explores Scott's relationship with pain taking and pain and Theo's relationship with Scott and the Dread Doctors and pain so well. I love it so much.

schrödinger’s boy

Mason checks his hands. He doesn’t really know what he’s looking for.

Claws?

Smoke?

He just sees skin.

This Mason post Beast trauma character study is sooo good. I love that it explores Mason's relationships with Liam, Sydney and Scott so well. Love it.

guardian

Melissa looks frazzled, hair twisted in a mess and clothes soaked, but she doesn’t waste a second in sizing Jennifer up. “Who the hell are you?”

The frightened courage in her eyes is all too similar to her son’s.

The genuine confusion, however, is not.

This might be easier than Jennifer had thought.

This is a look at Scott from Jennifer's POV during 3a, and it's soo chillingly good. It was the first of the collaborative series we worked together on, and it was so fun, too! I loved Jennifer's voice in this so much and the way it really hits home the trauma of your English teacher also being your enemy.

blood in the water

There’s blood on the shower wall.

It’s smeared over the tile at chest height, handprints just barely distinguishable in the bright red streaks. Thin, watery droplets glide slowly down the wall. Fresh—as if it’d been splattered there seconds ago.

It hadn’t been there this morning.

(or, 5 times Scott washed the blood off alone, +1 time he didn’t have to.)

Are you a hurt!Scott fan? Me toooo. And wow, does this deliver. I love the imagery and the emphasis on Scott's disassociation. And then the +1 just puts you so high on scalia feelings. Love, love, love.

zebra cakes

“Have you ever…” Lydia pauses, catching a glossy lip between her teeth. “Do you ever feel like you’re falling?”

Malia frowns.

All four legs of Lydia’s chair are anchored safely (and boringly) on the library floor.

Malia tilts hers back another couple inches, situating her boots confidently on the table. “Nope.”

Lydia sighs. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

This is such a good look at Malia and Lydia friendship. It also catches the essence of grief and mourning so well. It's really a Malia and Lydia character study and rings so true for both of them. Highly recommend.

futility

“If you wanted to murder me,” he says, turning slowly to face the source of the scent, “there are less public places you could do it.”

Tamora Monroe smiles at him, still nearly ten yards away. The sage bushes neatly obscure the pistol at her hip.

“You can’t murder an animal,” she says.

“In your mind, maybe. But it looks the same on paper.”

This was originally a tumblr fic and I am so glad mem cleaned it up for a03. There is a lack of Tamora content and Scott and Tamora content and this excellent fic corrects Crimes. I love the emphasis on just how tired Scott is along with how he still wants to change her mind. I love, love, love.

silence

Stiles watches Scott’s chest expand on the inhale; collapse on the exhale. His button-down shirt sticks lightly to his front, damp only with sweat, instead of the blood Stiles had seen days before.

Stiles wishes he’d snore. Talk in his sleep. Something.

He raps his own fingernails against the handle, achingly loud against the silence.

This is a Stiles pov tag fic to codominace. And it's so good. I love how clearly you can feel that Stiles loves Scott in this. It fits in the fic and enriches the relationship between them and I love it, too.

heavy heart

“I can get you out,” Theo says. “It’s a low dose—you probably won’t even notice the wolfsbane for the first couple floors.”

Scott leans heavily against the table in the center of the room. “After that?”

“You’ll start getting weak. After a few more floors, you’ll pass out.” Theo makes sure his voice doesn’t waver. “And then I’ll carry you the rest of the way.”

This was part of the sceo collaboration. And it's another hurt! Scott. Favorite. Beloved. I really enjoyed the parallels between wolfsbane and asthma. And the tension between them here is so fun. Gyhahh!

what do you know

Melissa finally musters up the nerve to rap on the window between them. “Kira? Honey, are you okay?”

Three seconds slip by—tick, tick, tick—before Kira’s head turns, slowly, like she’s half asleep.

The look in her eyes startles Melissa.

This was another collaboration. This time looking at Kira over the years through different eyes. I remember we all found this a lot harder than we expected, so it's extra satisfying that this is so lovely. This explores Melissa and Kira during the time in s5 when they have no idea what is going on with Kira. It's so good. I love how it really adds to canon.

perspective

Surprise radiates from Scott’s scent at Deucalion’s instruction. “I’m going… home?”

“‘Going home’ isn’t an option anymore,” Deucalion corrects. “At least, not the one you’re thinking of.”

This was another tumblr fic- written for me. And I adore it so much, I probably reread it on tumblr 10-15 times. Now it is on a03 where I can enjoy it. Mem and I are both forever fascinated by the missing 24 hours that Scott is with Deucalion in 3a and this fic explores that. I also love snarky! Scott so much. Another feature.

worth fighting for

Table at his back.

Pain.

Restraints around his wrists.

Kate?

Harsh fluorescent lights glaring down, bright like the High Line, isolating like the church.

He can’t think.

Or: Scott wakes in an unfamiliar place. It gets worse from there.

It would be disingenuine of me to say anything other than this is my favorite mem!fic. They are all great, but this was written for me- tailored to exactly the kind of stuff I like. It has captive! Scott, hurt!Scott, all the villains, scira, BAMF Scott and BAMF Kira, and it explores Bardo and Scott's relationship with death?? And just. Everything about it makes me so happy always. <3 <3 <3

#teen wolf #scott mccall #kira yukimura #stiles stilinski #sciles #theo raeken #sceo #scira #lydia martin #malia tate #scalia #alan deaton #ken yukimura #tamora monroe #deucalion #happy birthday mem #may this bring you half the joy you bring to fandom with your passion your kindness and your work #long post

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pluckysidekick · 1 year

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Hello, Drewds! It’s been a while since Nancy Drew filming wrapped. Am I the only one who couldn’t have imagined being almost two full weeks into January and still not knowing when Season 4 of Nancy Drew was premiering? Me either.

In the meantime, some happenings:

The big headline is of course Kennedy McMann is starring in ABC’s massively popular ‘Good Doctor’ series’ spinoff The Good Lawyer as a young lawyer, Joni DeGroot, with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) - which Kennedy herself suffers from - opposite Felicity Huffman.

In the backdoor pilot airing March 13, we meet the “brilliant, funny and self-aware” young lawyer living with OCD, whose “attention to detail allows her to see cases through a different lens.” Sound familiar? Here’s to hoping Joni likes checked blazers and patterned scarves. If only her law firm also had a quirky tech guy…Congrats, Kennedy!

Speaking of Kennedy, she along with the writers and Riley came on Twitter to commiserate in solidarity with us on the lack of a premiere date, and to confirm that those fake episode titles (e.g. “The Whispers of the Grim” 😂) were bogus.

We also got SEASON 4 EMOJIS, her favorite scenes (in Ep. 3 and 13 after some clarification), and assurance that we will cry hard at the end of the finale.

Besides Cupid’s arrow (hopefully NACE and not some alternate love interests we have to suffer through), looking forward to the Hardy Family Hannukah Dinner, Game Night! (see below), camping out in that cool Airstream, road trip (PLEASE LET IT BE NANCY AND ACE), BABY (Carson and Jean’s perhaps?), curse breaking via a spell book Bess finds perhaps, and FIRE (oh no). Also Nancy’s gonna give some more blood, but we knew that already. I wonder if Ace is the latest blood donor….

Speaking of Game Night, here’s a little seen BTS photo from DP Nick Thomas I never posted from back in late September - Game Night is ON at Icarus Hall, and probably in the same episode with the earth shattering Nace photo Kennedy posted the same week. Does anyone recognize what game they’re going to be playing?

Next, the hit horror film M3GAN with the creepy life sized American Girl doll killer helped the CW pay the bills with a cross promo with ND that gave us a tiny bit of S4 footage.

We got to see Bess performing some kind of ritual? on Nancy with a weird contraption (mask? Ghost goggle type lens?) and Nancy vomiting black ick. They’re doing this in the in the Drew house, which is strange since Nancy seems to have moved into Icarus Hall. Ace’s voiceover where he questions Nancy’s eating habits has been debated to death of whether he’s actually in the scene or if it’s audio from the Tom Swift episode (inconclusive).

Based on Nancy and Nick’s (who’s behind Bess) wardrobe, and Kennedy’s mention of filming an episode with a ‘Burning Bride’ comedy vibe back in an early August podcast, I believe this scene is from Episode 2, and related to the cause of whatever humorous curse is going on in that episode. Anyway, Ew. But still nice to see actual S4 footage.

We also saw some of our actors on much deserved vacations, with Maddison and Leah both enjoying tropical vacations with their bfs (in Mexico and Costa Rica respectively).

This will probably be my last marathon post for a while. I do still owe a breakdown of Riley’s post from the last day of filming in the Claw set with baby shower props (!). Also, I finally reached 100+ notes with a short post of just fantastic cast BTS photos.

I’ve been hard at work on Part 2 of No One Mourns the Wicked, my Secret Sleuth fic with a Season 1 AU where the crew put on a summer stock production of Wicked. It’s almost done and it’s a doozy. I will probably split it into multiple parts to make it easier to consume, as it sort of turned into a multi-chapter extravaganza. Whoops. Speaking of which, I’ll be jumping right back into The Space Between (S4 spec fic) as soon as I’m done - there’s still a lot of insanity planned for the crew post curse breaking. They still have a mystery to solve…

Thanks for sticking with me, waiting impatiently for the S4 premier date along with everyone else. Bye for now!

#nancy drew #nace #nancy drew cw #cw nancy drew #nancy drew season 4 #nancy drew s4 #nancy x ace #ace x nancy #ace [redacted]#kennedy mcmann #maddison jaizani #leah lewis #author: pluckysidekick

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taivansupremacy · 2 years

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Fake Dating Teaser (Robin x Reader)

A/N: I’m working on a fake dating Robin x Reader fic that may end up being 2 or 3 parts and I’m really excited about it, so I wanted to post a small snippet. Feedback is always appreciated, especially since this is still in the works!

CW: Swearing, unrequited love

“It would only be for a week, I swear! After prom next Saturday, we can forget about this entire thing.” Robin followed you around Family Video begging you to take part in her little scheme when all you were trying to do was find Nightmare on Elm Street, rent it, and get out of there.

All week, Robin had been asking you to pretend to date her so Vickie would notice her. She first brought it up at lunch on Monday and you almost choked on your turkey sandwich and immediately shut her down. Now, it was Saturday evening and Robin still wouldn't let the idea go.

“No!” You stopped in the middle of the aisle and turned to face your best friend, “You know I’m a shit liar. Why don’t you pretend to date Steve?”

It’s true, you were the worst liar that Robin’s ever met, but that wasn’t the main issue that you would face if you went along with her plan. You’d been head over heels for Robin since you met her at the video store at the beginning of your senior year. You often fantasized about what it would be like to date her, to be able to kiss her, hold her hand in public, and call her yours, but Robin only had eyes for Vickie and you knew that if you let yourself pretend she was yours for a week, when it was time to stop pretending, you’d break your own heart.

Robin looked at you like you’d asked her to eat bugs off the sidewalk. “First of all, gross. Second of all, I want Vickie to see that I’m gay. She’ll think I’m as straight as an arrow if she saw me with that dingus. Also, did I mention, gross.”

“Okay, okay, Robin you’ve made your point,” Steve looked up from the tapes that he was sorting through at the counter, “This may sound crazy, but have you ever considered just asking her out?”

“You know I can’t do that!” Robin threw her hands up and scoffed, “I can barely act like a functioning human around her. How do you expect me to ask her out and be smooth about it?”

You opened your mouth to reply, but Robin beat you to it.

“Please, y/n? I-I’ll let you rent movies for free for a month! I’ll write your next lab report for Freedman’s class!” The blonde started running off idea after idea. She even went as far as to say she’d do all your homework for chemistry class.

You always lost yourself when Robin would start to ramble, especially when she was this passionate. You found yourself staring at her blue eyes, finding as many little green specs as you can, staring at her lips as she talked a mile a minute and imagined what it would feel like to kiss them, you stared at her hands as they moved animatedly, imagining what it would be like to play with her rings when she held your hand and how strong her hands would feel holding your waist.

But as always, something snapped you out of your trance. This time, it was Robin herself.

“Hello? Earth to y/n!” Robin waved her hand in front of your face, smiling when she gained your attention, “So what do you say? Will you do it?”

“Yes,” You responded without thinking twice.

You panicked as Robin picked you up and spun you around, thanking you profusely as realization washed over you.

What have you gotten yourself into?

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leigh-rambles · 2 years

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cupid's arrow

pairing: billy russo x archer!reader

summary: in which the former spec ops sniper you're absolutely smitten with randomly drops by your local archery range. it's definitely cool that he's gonna see you shoot and you're not freaking out. totally. 1.1k words.

warning/s: none. it's just very self indulgent. also reader uses she/her prns and refers to herself as a woman at one point and gets referred to as a "girlfriend".

a/n: hi! this is my first fic ever & i wasn't going to originally post this bc it's super self indulgent & borne out of my frustration of not getting a trick shot right, but i made my friend who knows nothing about the punisher and/or billy russo read this & she said it was good and i trust her judgement more than mine. also reader shoots recurve & barebow bc i shoot recurve & i wanna shoot barebow & also bc i think compound bows aren't very fair to the deer.

"Are you two boyfriend and girlfriend?" Avery, the seven year old with dark hair and a green sweater, asked.

Her face was scrunched into a frown as she stared at the offending man beside you. In the 3 months you've been volunteering to help the kids out at your local archery range, this is the first time Billy Russo showed up with you.

In fact, you're not even exactly sure why he's here. You were helping a kid pick a bow with the right draw strength when he showed up with his stupidly perfect hair and stupidly perfect suit.

The CEO of Anvil probably had better things to do on a Saturday morning but for now, he's at an archery range with you.

You stumbled over your words, not expecting the kid to be so blunt. "Oh, uh- he's just m-my... Billy. This is Billy." Billy raised an eyebrow.

"Your Billy?" Avery said slowly, questioningly. She glances at the two of you with squinted eyes. She was about to say something else when a whistle was blown from somewhere and she ran off to collect her arrows from her target.

An arm snaked around your waist. "So... I'm your Billy, now?" he asked playfully. You swatted his arm. If he touched you any more you were most probably gonna spontaneously combust.

(He ignored your attempt and instead pulled you closer. You were certain you were gonna explode from his fingers grazing the patch of skin under your shirt that rid up.)

"They have the attention span of a goldfish, Russo. They're gonna forget about this by next week," you said, rolling your eyes, trying to hide the blush rising up your cheeks. You started to fiddle with your arm guard to distract yourself from your racing heart.

"But I won't."

You elbowed him in the ribs, basking in the light laugh he let out. His eyes crinkled and his mouth quirked up. Your heart started beating faster. Oh, God is this what a heart attack feels like?

"What are you doing here?" you asked, looking up at him. He gave a noncommittal shrug, like it's perfectly normal for him to be in a rundown archery range in your neighborhood at 9 in the morning.

"Frank said you were here Saturdays," he replied in a matter of fact manner, as if it was obvious.

You were about to volley back when suddenly, a little boy ran towards you, yelling your name. You caught him before he crashed into you and bent down to look him in the eye. "Hey, buddy, Jacob, no running or horseplay in the range, remember? What's going on?"

"Davy doesn't believe that you can Robin Hood an arrow!" Jacob panted, pointing an arrow at another boy who looked on, slightly embarrassed. "I never said she couldn't! I just said I've never seen her do it!"

Jacob nodded furiously. "He's only been coming here two weeks. Can you please show him, pretty please?"

"First, don't wave your arrow around like that. Put it in your quiver. Second, I'd love to, kiddo, but all the targets are taken right now. I'll just show it to you guys next week," you hesitated.

For some reason you're slightly nervous shooting with Billy around. You're not sure if it's because of the Spec Ops sniper thing or the "he's stupidly attractive and you don't wanna look like an idiot if you miss" thing.

Davy waved his arms frantically, his bow lying forgotten on the concrete. "Use my target! I wanna see you Robin Hood an arrow again!"

"'Robin Hood an arrow'?" Billy asked, suddenly interested. "It's basically- well I guess I can just show you."

You stood up on slightly wobbly legs and grabbed your bow from its stand. You stuck your hand in your pocket and pulled on your glove. ("What the fuck's wrong with you? You've done this shot at least ten times before. Why are you nervous?" you scolded yourself.)

It's not just nerves; it's excitement too. Archery was your first love. You spent so many years practicing until you can hit a target as far as 50 yards without a sight. And the fact that you're gonna share this part of you with Billy for the first time?

Yeah, you're in deep.

Walking towards an excited Davy, you placed your feet parallel to the shooting line. The other kids stopped to watch. You've shown this particular trick the first time you helped them out and they loved it. The little girls called you Merida for a month.

Taking an arrow from the quiver on your waist and notched it on the string, you can feel Billy's eyes on you. Thank fuck you've got stabilizers and your shaking isn't that noticeable.

You shook your head and inhaled, bringing the string to the crook of your mouth. You picked the arrow closest to the bullseye to shoot and aimed it just about there.

Okay, yeah you've done this at least 10 times before. Albeit the first couple times were an accident, but still.

Why are you shaking so badly? You've been doing this for years, woman! Keep your back straight and eyes ahead. Why are you being so weird?

Because Billy is here. And you care about what he thinks and you want him to be proud of you. Oh my god, you're in love with him.

Startled, you let go of the string, the hen leaving a small scratch on your cheek. You held your breath as the arrow flew towards the target.

Blink.

The arrow perfectly embedded itself on the notch of Davy's arrow.

Jacob screamed and shook poor Davy. You laughed as the kids ran to the target and oohed and aahed.

"That," Billy paused. "was impressive."

You smiled and rolled your eyes, ignoring the pounding of your heart. "Wow, the Billy Russo calling my shooting impressive?"

He smirked.

You smiled again and turned to look at the kids. Your cheeks are starting to hurt. He thought it was impressive.

"How long have you been doing this?"

"Hm. I first held a bow when I was 6 but I've only been training semi-regularly since I was 8." He makes a thoughtful noise and you turn around to see him staring at you.

"What?" you asked, eyebrows stitched together in concern.

"Nothing it's just... it's really obvious you love archery. You're taking time off your day just to hang out with these kids and practically give them lessons for free and whenever they ask you questions your eyes light up. You just... care. A lot."

You frowned. "What's wrong with caring a lot?"

Billy shook his head. "Nothing wrong with that, obviously. It's just really cute."

You nodded in response as you turned to the kids again.

Wait.

What?

Your head snaps to look at Billy "Did you just call me cute?"

As if on cue, the phone in his pocket buzzed. He smiled at you. "Well I guess I'll just see you tomorrow then. Have a good day."

You watched as he walked away. What the fuck.

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo x y/n #billy russo x you #billy russo x female reader #billy russo imagine #billy russo drabble #billy russo the punisher #marvel x reader #ben barnes #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes x y/n #billy russo fanfiction #billy russo fanfic #billy russo fic #leigh writes

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🎶💯🔱🐉💔💘🖤😞 for myrnahhhhhhhhh

🎶 MUSICAL NOTES — what type of music does your oc like? do they listen to music very often?

She's not much of a music person but she does like the typical, Tavern/Inn Music - Fantasy Medieval Music (No Copyright) Vol. 2 kind of music , if for nothing more than background noise, though she won't to out of her way to listen to some

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

- Allegedly had awakened around 1320AE, but the fact that by then she'd already been not only part of the Vigil, but also part of an all revenant squad in the Mists Wars who owned and utilized warclaws, when supposedly none of those had been discovered at that time, makes her origin and timeline a little dubious. Not that the Vigil is going to talk about it any

- Her warclaw's name is Radha, she disassembled its armor and stashed it away after she was discharged from the Mist Wars around 1324AE, only reassembling it again sometime in 1330AE (PoF)

- (you already know this but for the sake of the people) as a revenant instead of channeling legends she channels her fallen squadmates (renegade spec style), she was the only one to survive a mortar strike while they were fighting in the Mists Wars - something about them being in the Mists and all of them being revenants ended up getting their spirits attached to her

ps she's not having a good time with it

pss she's chugging that krait oil to keep them at bay

🔱 TRIDENT EMBLEM — can your oc swim? do they enjoy swimming?

She sure can swim (see: at least two fics of swimming with Ganieda) and she's quite good at it too, swimming in general but also being able to hold her breath for a considerable amount of time and could potentially swim with her heavy armor on for a time. She does enjoy swimming as well, or just being in water in general, finds it quite relaxing after a long day

🐉 DRAGON — what is your oc's favorite mythical creature?

What's a mythical creature when you're fighting dragons and their minions for a living tbh.... but she's quite fascinated by the Great Giants (giganticus lupicus), coming upon their skeletons a lot throughout her travels prompted to read into them, even though there's not a lot of information on them

💔 BROKEN HEART — what are three of your oc's negative traits?

she's quite blunt and often speaks before she really thinks about niceties or consequences, sometimes she'll catch herself and snap her mouth shut because she says some shit (or halfway through) but it's not often

will literally never not ask for help, she'd rather let a wound or thought fester than ask for help (case in point: the krait oil)

honestly, got a little too militaristic/ tactical of a mind, too often gets caught up in seeing people as just pawns on a war map. also social cue who

💘 HEART WITH ARROW — what and/or who do(es) your oc consider the most important to them?

literally Ganieda above all else but you didn't hear the from me

🖤 BLACK HEART — has your oc killed or seriously wounded anyone before? have they broken someone's heart and/or broken someone's trust?

considering she'd taken part in the Mist Wars, working as a bodyguard and then joined the Pact with the Vigil she's definitely killed and wounded her fair share of people

as for broken hearts and trust, not intentionally but, who's to say

😞 DISAPPOINTED FACE — does your oc attract others, or do they tend to be left alone?

she does attract others, she is attractive looking (my words not hers) and cuts a striking figure with her height and armor and typical straight backed soldier poise etc but if they stick around is a whole other subject

#ngl. i did get stuck at the negative traits and then had to go on a trip and i did lowkey forget about this 🏃‍♀️ my b #tempted to just straight up call her a dumbass then but I'll leave that to ganieda #myrnah

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stubzs87 · 2 years

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Help!

I've been working on writing a Demon Slayer fanfic, a very long one (at least for me) that I have dedicated about a year to.Yesterday, I started writing chapter 37, but went back and opened up 36 and 35 to add some things and to get some references to keep 37 in line with the previous chapters. They opened fine then, but after closing them and trying to open them again, they aren’t behaving as they should. Now, since yesterday, when I try to open them with my Microsoft Word, this dialogue box pops up with these options.

When I try choosing "recover text from any file," I get blank documents opening with only one page, when each chapter is around 9,000 words each!

And when I try to open it with the "text only" option, the docs open up with lots of arrow symbols.

I've tried just about every repair option and suggestion I've found on the internet to get the text back in those two chapters. I’ve tried opening them with the latest version of Microsoft Office on another computer, and even downloaded and bought the license to Tenorshare 4DiGG, a software that is supposed to repair corrupted files, but thus far, none of these has worked. All my other chapters will open fine, but not these two.

As I've said, each chapter is around 9,000 words give or take, and were very important to the fic, I really don't know if I can remember everything I wrote in them to try and rewrite them (Stupid me only wrote in a “Go with the flow” type of style, using only a loose outline of what I wanted to happen)

I’m trying not to cry and have a mini breakdown right now.

Does anyone have any idea how to fix these files? My MAC computer is older (a MAC Mini MID 2010, with OS Yosemite 10.10.5 installed) and so is my version of Microsoft Word program. Here's the specs for it

I know it’s a long shot, but I figured I’d post here and maybe a fic writer has gone through this, or someone more tech savvy than me might spot this.

Any help is greatly appreciated!

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evilhasnever · 6 months

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ask meme: 2, 3, 12, 13, 39!

Yay thanks!

2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

This one surprised me, actually, because... I don't necessarily prefer modern AU? I didn't think I wrote that much of it!

Post-canon, Angst with a happy ending, and POV JGY are absolutely my go-to, though.

3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

Hard to tell from over here. Someone in the comments once said that they recognized one of my fics because it detailed JGY dealing with missing his hand post-canon, and I was surprised! (but pleased - it is a detail I think a lot about.) Other than that, I am not sure. Pining? Mutual misunderstanding due to pining? Somewhat ace-spec JGY? Xiyao being emphatically equal in taking care of each other is a thing I care a lot about, but I don't know if it shows.

12. Are there any tropes you used to dislike but have grown on you?

Omegaverse, probably. I didn't use to read it, but now I enjoy it! I don't write it, really, but I like reading it. What can I say... Breeding kink is good and xiyao deserve it, it's not that deep. (Also, alpha-passing omega JGY is a perfect concept imho. Hidden fragrance and all that.)

13. Are there any tropes you used to like but don’t anymore?

Bit difficult. I would say... it's not that I don't like it anymore, but it takes a bit more convincing to make me read a fic in which Meng Yao renounces becoming a Jin to elope. It'll take some good world building / perfect circumstances / great writing to make me buy into the idea of him choosing marriage over birthright, you know? (Still eating it up whenever I see the concept in fic, though. I have just become a little more picky in regard to his motivations! And I say this as someone whose FIRST fic in mdzs was exactly about that scenario, ahah! Going back I would probably have to dig more into it if I wanted to make it happen.)

I MISSED 39. WILL DO A FOLLOW UP if I think of an answer omg

#ask box #sorry long post...#shhh shiome

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hmsharmony · 1 year

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5. 10. 19.

Apologies in advance for this having nothing to do with Spider-Man until 19. 😬

5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?

Merlin/Arthur how I loathe thee. The racism and misogyny I had to witness (e.g., petition to replace Angel with Colin when she was scheduled to do an interview with Bradley). I began the show shipping everyone in the core four (although Arthur/Gwen was my OTP), but the treatment of Gwen by many Merthur shippers soured me on the ship. The final nail in the coffin was when a friend, an Arthur/Merlin shipper, found out I shipped Arthur/Gwen and expressed disgust. Fuck that.

10. Most disliked arc? Why?

The one that immediately comes to mind (which will not come as a shock to anyone who was around in 2011/2012) is Merlin’s “Gwen is enchanted to kiss zombie!Lancelot the night of her wedding, Arthur finds them, and he banishes her from Camelot on pain of death because ‘I don’t want to see you dead but I don’t want to see you.’”

A few things that fill me with rage to this day:

zero agency for Gwen (who never finds out she was enchanted the actual fuck!!!);

Arthur using his power as king to deal with a personal issue;*

Gwen going through literal hell on her own (taken captive and visuals/language making clear her captor plans to sexually assault her; escaping when she discovers her captor is working with Morgana and they plan to harm Camelot so even though she can’t return ON PAIN OF DEATH she makes her way back anyway; almost freezing to death during said journey; getting chased down by Morgana, who knocks her out and turns her into a DEER while Arthur is going on a hunting party with a prospective bride; said woman SHOOTING DEER GWEN WITH AN ARROW)

Gwen saying she has what she deserves when she tells Merlin she can’t return to Camelot because she betrayed Arthur;

Arthur finding her ring in the middle of the forest and not wondering WHY it was there or if she’s okay; and

an underwhelming resolution where everything is swept under the rug and they IMMEDIATELY GET MARRIED DESPITE THERE CLEARLY BEING MAJOR TRUST ISSUES AND GWEN MOST DEFINITELY HAVING PTSD WHAT ARE YOU DOING

(Bonus Gwen saying she can’t forgive herself and Arthur saying he doesn’t care I am still livid and it has been more than a decade let Gwen have negative feelings!!!)

Took me literal years to love that ship again because of this storyline.

*It would have been much more interesting if it had been framed as “it’s either saving the woman you love or upholding the law” like they did in Camelot. The show (claimed) to be in large part about how Arthur would create a new, fair Camelot (lmao). They missed a perfect chance to have him wrestle with what that means and the sort of king he wanted to be. I kind of played with that in the spec fic I wrote for 4x09, but to this day I want so much more.

19. What is one thing you hate most about your fandom?

I want to preface this by saying that, because of previous fandom experiences (including the infamous Harry Potter ship wars during my formative years), I was careful to cultivate my Spider-Man fandom experience from the get-go. My first couple years I literally only talked to existing friends who also loved PeterMJ (save for one fanvid I made in late 2019, but really I was just thanking people for commenting). It’s only in the past ~year I started interacting with new people, and even then I’m still very careful about expanding my bubble. So I’ve insulated myself pretty well, and I mostly have only secondhand knowledge of the horrendous side of this fandom (versus my merlin days where I would explore outside my bubble and see so much fucked up shit, usually of the racism variety).

With that out of the way: this is so minor in the scheme of things, but whenever someone calls MCU PeterMJ a slow burn I want to rip my face off. I love these kids but what they had was the exact opposite of a slow burn. And it’s not because it was done in one movie—When Harry Met Sally is 100% a slow burn in my book, and yes, the focus is that relationship, but there WERE things homecoming or far from home could have done. Not putting in the work to establish an existing relationship and instead going straight to Peter liking her is not a slow burn. (Now the way they hinted at MJ’s feelings in Homecoming? That was slow burn potential. Would’ve killed for something similar for Peter. And I say this as someone who had the biggest goddamn smile on her face everything they interacted when I first saw Far From Home.)

Salty Ask Game

#Merlin s4 #in all its shame #shipping: arthur and gwen #clearly never over s4 because look at the caps lock #Harry potter mention for the blacklist #spiderman (mcu)#shipping: peter and mj #it’s been so long since I did a good nice rant #I feel freed

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curioussubjects · 2 years

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fic rec time!

There was this fic I wanted to read, but hadn't yet because it was a wip and, generally speaking, I don't read wips (adhd reeeally doesn't like it). That said, the concept of the fic was really good, and I'm a little obsessed with the other pilotfic the author has written, so I decided to take a peek at the last posted chapter to make sure it didn't end on a cliffhanger from hell -- it didn't. So, this week, I finally relented.

Y'all. Y'all. This fic....this gd fic...I'm on the floor. I read it in a little over a day because life keeps happening (rude), and I haven't stopped thinking about it yet. Probably won't for a while !!

Anyway, it's a good ol' bsg finale fix-it (and we sure love those yes we do). I found the author's solution to be compelling and completely cohesive with the other themes of the story. Unfortunately, while what is posted of the fic is enough that you can kinda fill in the rest, I still can't help but wonder what the rest of the journey would've been. I can imagine multiple endings, as things are, but all, ultimately, hopeful if not happy (or as happy as you can be after genocide and war).

At its core this is a story about breaking the cycle of violence, but not only against the Other. Crucially, it's about ending the cycle of violence against the Self, too. This theme sprawls over not only the human/cylon conflict, but all the interpersonal relationships we'd followed throughout the show. It's achingly and beautifully done with Lee and Kara, in particular.

Speaking of pilots, the author takes some liberty with what happened pre-mini, though they do follow the flashbacks. I have to say that while I don't fully share their interpretation of key points in Kara and Lee's relationship (UB flashback being the real point of contention for me), their take is entirely cohesive within the story and feels true to Lee and Kara just the same.

I don't want to say more because spoilers, but feel free to insert an image of me crying screaming taking a walk to calm down because oh pilots. I know I always want to hug them, but I super need to hug them. Just. Make believe, pears and jail (iykyk). I am severely unwell and emotionally compromised.

Y'all go read it and then come back here and sit with me.

pennyante, idk if you're still out there or if you ever think about this fic, but...if you ever want to finish this fic and you need a hype person hmu.

Here are the specs:

Title: In the Whole World Author: pennyante Rating: Mature Pairings & Characters: pilots (duh), but it's an ensemble fic so canon pairings and many familiar faces Chapters: 23/? (last updated in Sept 2013 /sad) Summary:

The Cylons aren't quite human, and the humans haven't quite forgiven them. Political stability is less certain than ever now that the war is over: Lee Adama finds himself up for re-election, where being defeated will mean a Gemenese theocracy puppeteered by Leoben Conoy. Meanwhile, Kara Thrace has nothing but questions about her death and destiny. The only answers available come in the form of the vision of a temple, and from her hybrid/comatose husband's cryptic ramblings about a sister artifact to the Arrow of Apollo.

There's violence in the air. Civil war looms. Can Lee and Kara save each other, and keep the fledgling colony whole?

Read on LJ Read on FFN (with extras!)

Excerpt:

She had seen the leash he kept on his self-control, had seen it slacken and tauten. But he never dropped it altogether. She heard, faintly, the sound of an elemental yell erupting over a dark hillside on New Caprica, welling up from a deep pocket of her memory. Almost never.

Testing his control had long since become a favorite pasttime, because where Lee couldn't let anyone see him want, Kara couldn't let anyone see her care. Naturally: forcing him to let on that he wanted her had been the perfect way of showing she didn't care. It was so tempting—all of the pleasure, none of the guilt. The temptation of temptation—to be in his proximity, to draw deeply on the pleasure of goading him, but to not give in to it. She could feel the blood pounding in her throat and wrists, suddenly. Suddenly, she felt alive again.

Lee.

"Mmm. I don't think you're gonna like renting from me, Apollo. First month's rent is three years continuous service on a battlestar."

A raised eyebrow, as if he were saying, What's your game, Starbuck?, and damn if that wasn't good for a heart she hadn't realized was lonely for it. "Paid it," he offered.

"Perfect. Security deposit's a daily hot oil massage for your landlady." Reckless grin never faltering, she watched him, watched the quick gleam flicker across his eyes before he smothered it, felt her first flash of electric heat in weeks. "Garbage pickup is never. Oh, yeah, and heat and electricity are definitely not included."

He didn't crack a smile, this time, which, predictably, made her laugh. God, what was it about him? When was the last time she'd laughed? "On the flip side, the place is an absolute steal; I have a feeling property value around here is about to skyrocket."

Lee lowered himself heavily to the cot, and she noticed, as he did, just how tired he seemed. Had he just come from speaking fruitlessly with his father, coming up against the Old Man's utter withdrawal? From meeting with the ship captains, whose talk of scattering was already sweeping the camp? From looking at the sky and remembering when the arrow of Apollo had let them see earth from Kobol and they'd dreamed of days like this—days they hadn't known would be like this—wordlessly, uncertainly, together?

Was he realizing that life on Earth, like everything else they'd ever shared, had turned out to be both more and less than the prospect of it had been?

When he spoke, it was a riddle—or perhaps it only seemed that way to her, because she was so used to hearing the riddes underlying the things he said to her. They had had their own code for far too long.

This was one she was terrified to decipher.

"Kara. I'm staying with you. Until I can't anymore."

The laughter died in her eyes. Oh, gods, what did I let slip? What did he see?

And then she finally took the time to think about what it meant that he had brought his pack with him, had rolled out his sleeping bag. About whether she wanted him to stay. The answer—the potency of it—jolted her. I should make him go, she thought. Anything else is selfish.

#starpollo #pilots #kara thrace #lee adama #battlestar galactica #fic recs #fanfiction #the hold this gd fic has on my brain rn #unreal tbh

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I wish you would write a fic where...Julie and the band play a D and D campaign with POV from both the table top and within the game world.

Gonna preface this by stating that I have never once in my life played D&D, so I hope this is okay.

If you asked Julie what her idea of a fun Friday night activity was, playing Dungeons and Dragons with her ghost band was not anywhere on her list. But Reggie had found his dice in a hidden pocket of his old knapsack, and once he turned the pleading puppy dog eyes on her, she was helpless to say no. They didn't have a gig, so Luke shrugged and agreed.

"As long as I get to be the bard."

"Dude, you always play the bard," Reggie replied. "At least spec into melee or something."

"Excuse you, my lute is not meant to be used as a weapon!" Luke argued back.

"It was during our first play through when you rolled a one in charisma and musical talent," Alex snarked. "Also I call wizard. Reg you still rocking the rogue role?"

"As always," Reggie grinned, waggling his eyebrows and making Julie giggle. "Julie, I think you're gonna like the cleric role."

Julie shrugged, not really caring one way or another. She was pretty stoked her character got a bow and arrow, but she also still didn't really get how this game worked, so just accepted whatever role Reggie handed her.

Once everything was set up, Reggie smiled, and started. "We start our tale in the land of Galatea..."

"Are you sure we're going the right way?" Luke asked as they trod down the worn path, lodging his chin on Alex's shoulder.

"For the hundredth time yes. I do know how to read a map you know," Alex replied, rolling his eyes and shoving Luke backwards.

"Are they always like this?" Julie asked, scanning the trees for wayward bandits, only spying Reggie skulking amongst the branches.

"Pretty much," the rogue replied, then lifted a finger to his lips, shushing the party. A distant snap of twigs on the ground, a group of voices, and the distressed sounds of a creature in pain. "Marauders," Reggie said with a grimace. "Probably hunting stag again."

Julie hissed at that. "The dryads are gonna be pissed."

"So we go help them," Luke concluded. "Beats wandering aimlessly looking for a mythical library."

"We aren't lost!" Alex protested. "But yes, helping animals is always a good idea. Then the dryads shelter us the next time we're in a scrape."

The party crept towards the voices, staying in the shade, until they came upon the clearing. There was a small band of ruffians, sitting around a fire sharing ale. But Julie had to stifle a gasp when she saw what the crew had captured. "I-it's a unicorn."

"A unicorn? Really?" Alex asked.

"I like unicorns," Julie insisted. "What, would you rather they had captured a chimera or something?"

"A wyvern would have been cool," Luke piped up, but shrunk under Julie's glare.

Reggie let out a subtle cough. "It's Julie's first time, so she gets to choose. Unicorn it is."

Alex let out a tiny whip like sound, and then winced when he felt a harsh kick to his calf, Julie looking oh so innocent as she waved back to their game. "Fine, let's go rescue the unicorn."

"By my count there are ten of them," Reggie whispered. "I could probably take out three, maybe four if I'm fast enough with my blades."

"I only have a few throwing daggers left, but that should be enough to take out a couple of them," Luke offered.

"My quiver is full, but they'll scurry after the first arrow," Julie stated.

"I can get the rest," Alex said confidently, a small flash of electricity dancing at his fingertips.

The plan set, they all took their positions, and Julie knocked her bow, aiming for the largest brigand, figuring Reggie could go for some of the smaller lackeys. Her arrow flew true, landing right in the man's neck, causing him to gurgle blood and fall over as the rest of the camp erupted into chaos.

Reggie dropped down from his perch, slashing away with his large knives, while Luke tossed a dagger at another thief, managing to pin him to a tree.

"Should have spec'd into dexterity dude," Reggie said with a giggle.

"Shut up, shut up, shut all the way up," Luke grumbled. "Can I deck him and knock him out?"

"Roll for damage and luck."

Luke stuck his tongue between his teeth and tossed the dice. A five and a two."Fuck you!"

"You manage to clip his chin, but it only pissed him off. Worse you do more damage to your knuckles as you hit the tree. I advise you run away, or stab him."

"With my luck I'll end up giving him a paper cut, I run," Luke grumbled.

Alex shot lightning at the man pinned to the tree, giving Luke a smug grin as the bard scowled at him. He made quick work of the next few rogues, but had to stop when he felt a blade at his throat. "Don't move or you'll regret it," the marauder hissed.

The boys all froze, eyes on Alex, the dark figure holding him at knife point. But then Reggie's eyes flew to where Julie was creeping forward, a gleam in her eyes as she tapped the man on the shoulder, causing him to drop his blade and turn. Julie gave him a subtle wave and then socked him in the face, causing him to drop to the ground as she blew over her sore knuckles.

"What? How?" Luke asked, incredulous.

"I rolled a natural twenty," Julie replied, smiling wide. "What like it's hard?"

"That's my girl!" Reggie whooped.

"Next time I am totally inviting Willie to play," Alex grumbled as Julie and Reggie made heart eyes at each other and Luke pouted. "Hey, love birds, don't we have a unicorn to save?"

"Unless you're tired Jules, we can stop," Reggie offered.

Julie hummed and shook her head. "No way, I am having a ball! Now let's go save the unicorn!"

#filled prompts #ficlet #hints of rulie #julie and her himbos #julie and the phantoms

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smoakmonster · 5 years

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Put My Heart Through The Fire

a/n: an oliver & mia future reunion scene, equal parts speculative and angst. i wrestled with this one for like a month, but i hope you all enjoy the turnout as we head into the end of season 7.

[also on ao3] [insp]

—> <—

“Mia, wait.”

The sound of her name spilling from a Galaxy One mouthpiece sends a chill through her veins. Her DNA was supposed to be safe. That was the whole the point in having her do this job.

Across the abandoned subway tunnel, the soldier she’s been chasing--or has he been chasing her?--shows the first sign of intelligent life for a Galaxy One drone by suddenly lifting his hands in surrender.

Mia redirects her aim for his newly exposed jugular. “Hey! Don’t try anything!”

Far from threatened, the man under the reflective mask merely tilts his head, slipping a hand beneath his helmet. One false move, and she could end him right here. She should end him. Yet her gut tells her not to let the arrow fly. What appears to be an amateur mistake, Mia suspects is really an intentional play. He’s leaving himself vulnerable to her attack on purpose. But why?

“I’m not gonna hurt you,” comes the gruff voice, masked by a robotic modulator.

Mia frowns, even as her rebellious heart pounds with expectation for...what? Trying to gain her trust won’t work. If he knows her name, he knows her heritage, and that makes them enemies.

On edge, Mia watches him slowly, meticulously unclasp and slip off the helmet. A twinkle of gray hair catches her eye, aging her competitor far beyond what she presumed. As he steps further out of the shadows, Mia’s unease builds, until finally he lifts his head. And her heart hits the ground.

Impossible.

Of all the ways she imagined finally meeting her dad, this was not one of them.

It’s been weeks since she watched that vigilante documentary, decades since it was filmed...but there is no mistaking him. His face has grown rough, the planes of his skin wearing deeper, harder lines, his jaw covered with thick, silver hair that almost shines beneath the light. But his eyes...oh, his eyes are exactly the same, bearing that same wistful valor she recognizes from all the old photographs. His eyes are piercing, like he can see all of her darkest secrets, and somehow soft, like he’s already decided she’s someone worth fighting for.

Mia swallows.

What do you say to the father you’ve never met? Hi? Where have you been all my life? Are you working for the enemy now? Is everything I’ve ever heard about you a lie? Why did you leave us—

“Mia.”

Without the modulator, his voice is as rich as she remembers from the video, though his tone is completely foreign to her, solemnly gentle, infused with hope. He speaks her name in a way she’s never heard it said before, as though he is both asking her a question and answering it at the same time.

The chaos churning inside her goes still as she lowers her bow.

This is the first time she’s heard his real voice, not just a recording. Somehow, the warm sound feels familiar. Is this the voice that’s been haunting her dreams for years?

Her precious few memories of him blurred into obscurity long ago, until all she knows come from the second-hand ghost stories of a mother pretending not to grieve. According to Mom, he used to count her fingers and toes in Russian and Chinese and sing her lullabies in Spanish. She doesn’t remember any of the words, but the gentle timbre has stuck with her, like an imaginary friend, a shadow lingering just out of her grasp.

Long before finding an illegal documentary, this is the only part of her past that deep down Mia has secretly known: that her father’s voice sounds like home. Maybe that’s why she’s never really felt at home anywhere.

“Dad?”

Her bow hits the concrete with a clang, and she surges to close the distance between them. Arms as wide as the earth and as warm as the sun engulf her, without resistance, without hesitation, and she drowns in his ocean. He feels even better than she imagined, warm and strong and soothing.

“I missed you so much,” she whispers against his chest. The breathy words sound silly in her own ears. How can she ache for something she’s never had?

“You were with me the whole time,” he says into her hair, and she can hear the smile in his voice.

Mom always said that Dad had a way of calming the storm by being a storm. Mia never understood what that meant. Clinging to him now, feeling the heat and power radiating off him, hearing his strong heartbeat beneath her ear, she thinks she finally does.

Mia burrows deeper, curling her fingers into his shirt. When his arms tighten and his hand cups the back of her head, prolonging the hug, like this is an old routine of theirs, she hums a secret, satisfied smile.

Mia has been training since she could walk, and never once has she felt unable to defend herself. But just now, snuggly wrapped up in the arms of someone bigger and stronger, for the first time maybe in her whole life…she feels safe. Protected. Like nothing in the world can touch her.

“My beautiful girl.” His voice has aged since the documentary, too, she realizes. Deeper, yet still comforting. She can feel his relief vibrating through her. “My little star. Let me look at you.”

He pulls back, his hands first gently stroking her cheeks, then settling on her shoulders, keeping them connected, grounding her. “You look so much like your mom.”

“That’s funny, because she says I’m so much like you. Not that I would know.” She flinches. She hadn’t meant to say that. Well, maybe. But not yet. Not so abruptly.

He glances around the dark tunnel, as though suddenly noticing where they are. The grooves in his forehead deepen. “What are you doing in The Glades, Mia?”

Mia shrugs. “Oh, you know, just fighting corrupt, anti-vigilante overlords. The usual.”

“Does your mom know what you’ve been up to?” His tone drops, probing, though not quite demanding, like he’s referring to more than just her recent bent in crime-fighting.

“Are you kidding? Mom sent me.” A zing of awareness shoots through her. Has Mom know where her father has been this entire time?

His hands drop, leaving behind icy patches on her skin. He’s no longer looking at her, his eyes fixed on some spot on the wall, though she doubts he even sees it. “Your mom is in Star City?” he asks in a hoarse voice.

“Yeah. You didn’t know? Galaxy One is targeting vigilantes, and the only way we can stop them is to take down Archer with some sort of virus...something.”

“We?”

“Yeah, Mom and me and...”

“Your brother?”

Mia’s eyes widen. “How did you…?”

He rocks his head, carefully avoiding her gaze. “I’ve been keeping an eye on you. On both of you.” When he looks at her again, his eyes are kinder. “How is William?”

Mia manages a soft smile. “Super smart. And super annoying.”

A strange rush of victory fills her watching his lips twitch.

“Anyway, Mom gave me these coordinates, and they led me here. I guess she’s been on a reunion kick lately.” She’s rambling, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

He shakes his head, serious once more, and lets out a rumbling groan. “You shouldn’t have come here.”

Mia crosses her arms, the sting of rejection itching beneath her skin. Was it too much to hope that her father might actually want her in his life? “Well, sorry to disappoint you. Maybe if you’d told me to stay away in a documentary, I might’ve actually gotten the message.”

A lot flashes behind that hard look, some of it frightening, until his face morphs into a blank, unreadable mask that leaves her feeling restless and about ten years old.

“We need to keep moving,” he announces with a no-nonsense air of authority that sparks a flare of rebellious ire inside her. How dare he just start ordering her around after he’s been absent for her entire life.

He picks up her bow, making his way deeper into the tunnel without stopping to look back

“Hey, that’s mine!”

He spins, shooting her a wry grin that she really wants to hate. “Then I guess you’re gonna have to take it from me.”

She has no choice but to follow him. This is what Mom wanted, right? For her to find her dad. Or maybe she just wanted her to retrieve the mythical Green Arrow.

If Mia is truly honest with herself, a part of her--a bigger part than she’d like to admit--has been aching to find her dad for as long as she can remember. And now that he’s actually here, standing just a few feet away from her...he doesn’t exactly resemble the hero everyone claims he is. Not that it matters. She stopped begging for bedtime hero stories a long time ago.

As they move further down muggy and depressing passageways, Mia hardly knows what to say to him, but she hears herself asking, “Is this where you’ve been living all this time? Hiding down in these old tunnels?”

The soft sound of shuffling leather is her only answer. He certainly moves like a soldier, quiet, intent, carrying a secret purpose on his shoulders. But he also trudges like someone who’s been bearing a heavy burden for too long.

The longer she studies his profile in the dim lighting, the more she sees the toll the years of separation have taken on him, too. All these years, she’s been so angry--at him and Mom. She could never understand why saving a dysfunctional city was so important to them that it meant raising her away from everything and everyone, even him. She never asked for her parents to be a heroes. She just needed them to be...around. And he couldn’t even give her that.

Seeing him now, his stance self-assured, his aging body worn down, Mia realizes...he’s paid a steep price for heroism. An entire city betrayed him. She won’t count herself among them.

“Is it true?” she suddenly asks.

He glances at her. “Is what true?”

“That documentary...what you said, about trying to move forward. Being better. Was any of it true?”

He stills, growing quiet for a while, seeming to puzzle out how best to answer her. Finally, he says, “It’s all true.”

“Just not for me.”

He sighs, the defeated sound echoing through the deserted cavern. “Mia, I’m sorry.”

Mia freezes. Unwilling to let him see the effect he’s already having on her, she crosses her arms in effort to hold back the tears. “You’re sorry? Well, gee, thanks, Dad,” she snaps, flinging that unused name at him like an arrow, and though he reacts with barely a frown, she knows she’s hit her mark.

“I’m glad I’ve spent my entire life hiding from the people who’d want to hurt me just for being your kid, all so you can stand there and tell me you’re sorry? Sorry for what, exactly? For leaving? For being a vigilante in the first place?”

He doesn’t respond, doesn’t offer a single word in his defense, and really what did she expect? For him to yell at her right back? Deep down, she doesn’t want to fight him. All she wants is...to understand him. To not be alone anymore.

Long, silent minutes pass, until the inferno drains right out her. Groggily, she says, “You know, Mom said you were there the day I was born and...for a while. What was so bad that you couldn’t stay?”

“I know you may not want to believe this, but everything I have done is to protect you.”

He sounds just like Mom, vaguely reassuring and intentionally cryptic. Typical.

“Well, I don’t need your protection.” I just needed you. “I can take care of myself. And in case you have noticed, I’m kinda turning into a vigilante, too. Is that what you want to hear—”

“No!” For the first time, he looks slightly rattled. “Mia, I never wanted you to be a part of any of this.”

“Part of what? Your life?”

“No, that’s not… You know, it’s funny,” he huffs, the grimace he wears strained with bitterness. “I made it my mission to right my father’s wrongs, to be a better parent for you and...better than what my parents were for my sister and me. But sometimes you can’t change who you are, who you come from, no matter how hard you try. I have failed you, Mia. I see that now.”

It’s not really any apology, but it’s more than she had when she snuck down here. A weight in her chest loosens.

He opens his mouth to say something, and then abruptly shuts it. Finally, he settles on, “Mia, you have to know that I never wanted to leave you. I didn’t have a choice.”

“What do you mean?”

He lips tighten into a thin line, his face filling with a distant memory. “After the Archer program your mom created took off, it wasn’t long before...the wrong people figured out where I was at any given point in time. By the time we figured out what had happened, the SCPD became compromised, I lost my deputy position, and I...made a lot of mistakes during that time. The Green Arrow couldn’t do his job anymore. I couldn’t exist anymore. And neither could any of my family.”

He sighs, a rumbling, heavy sigh, one he’s probably kept inside for twenty years. “I’d didn’t plan to stay away forever, not in the beginning, but...it became clear that anyone connected with the Green Arrow would also be compromised.”

“Then why did you have to come back here? Why couldn’t you just stay away, stay with...us?” She’s sounding desperate in her own ears, but she can’t stem the floodgate of questions that have been gnawing at her since the night Mommy first told her about the adventures of Team Arrow.

He clears his throat, a new flicker of guilt flashing behind his eyes, a new secret making its way to the surface. “I made a promise to someone, before you were born. And he came to collect.”

Is that what he meant to say? She doesn’t think so. There’s still so much that he isn’t telling her, key fragments missing from his story that would make this crazy mosaic make sense.

“Mia, I want to you tell everything. But right now, we need to move.”

She doesn’t like it, but he’s right.

They walk for what feels like hours, until they come to fork in the tunnels. He halts, nodding to his right. “Take the easternmost tunnel for about half a mile. It’ll divert you right above the power grid.”

He hands her back her bow, taking a step back into the shadows.

“Aren’t you coming?” Dread, slow and steady at first, begins to slowly pulse faster and faster against her ribcage.

“Mia, I can’t.”

“What? You of all people have to help us stop this.”

“Mia, if I get within fifty yards of that wall, they will have an entire army on us in ten seconds. I can’t risk that.”

Mia bites her lip, the documentary where she first saw him playing over in her mind, fueling the spark of hope that’s been lit inside her since the moment he first said her name. “Dad, there’s an entire city out there that thinks you’re to blame for all of their problems.” I used to think that. “And you’re just going to let those people keep believing the worst about you? What happened to the great Green Arrow Mom always told me about? She told me you never gave up on your team, how you always found another way.”

“There is no other way this time. It’s better if I sit this one out.”

“Better for who, Dad?”

“As long as you and William are safe, it doesn’t matter.”

Mia shakes her head. “It does matter. This is our fight. Our whole family. Families save each other, right?”

When he says nothing more, Mia groans, frustration mounting. “You know, I’ve spent my entire life blaming everyone else for taking you away from me, when maybe I should have just been blaming you. You are not the hero Mom talked about, Dad, if you could just walk away from this. Heroes stay. Heroes fight.”

Her words echo in the wide space, leaving a hollow feeling behind as they dissipate into the cold walls. Her dad remains silent and stiff for a long time, unreadable as always, until his lips twitch and that gleam of stupid pride comes back into his eyes. “You are so much like your mom.”

Mia tilts her head. “Yeah, well, apparently, I’m also a lot like you. Though I don’t know in what way.”

“I do.” He lays his hands on her shoulders, pressing in, like he’s trying to pour all of his strength into her. “You’re strong. And stubborn. And reckless.”

They both chuckle.

“And also very right. I haven’t been acting like myself in...a long time. I guess I’d forgotten what it feels like to be a vigilante, to be a hero.”

“So...what now?”

“Now,” he smiles, “We stop Archer. Let’s see if you can keep up with your old man.”

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24 and 27

(24: “my child” and 27: “happy birthday”) - (Read on AO3)

Happy Birthday (Olicity, Future fic - May 2019)

“Psst.”

The sound pierced through the cloud of sleep, but justbarely. Not enough for him to budge.

“Hey,” a soft voice said. A finger trailed down the bridgeof his nose, tickling him. Oliver grunted, scrunching up his face and turningaway, but she followed him with a sing-song, “Wake up, Oliver.”

It was way too early, for him and especially for her. It’dtaken him months to get back into the habit of letting himself sleep, ofgetting used to the idea of having that luxury again, let alone giving into it. And if he rememberedcorrectly, Felicity had been thrilled at the prospect. So why the hell was she trying to get him up on this day, of all days?

“Wake up,” Felicity repeated, tapping the tip of his nose.

“No,” Oliver grouched, blindly grabbing his wife’s wrist. He kissed her palm before tugging on her hand. “Come back to bed.” Shedidn’t let him pull her back down with him, though. Instead she grabbed hishand with both of hers and tried to pull him up. He opened his eyes, butthe room was still dark and the faint outline of her he could see was a blearymess. “Felicity.”

She laughed. “Come on. Up. Just for a minute.”

It took another minute of her tugging on him before hefinally relented. He threw the comforter off and sat up on the edge of the bed. When Felicity turned on the lamp on the nightstand, bathing the room in light, he groaned, screwing his eyes shut.

“What time is it?” Oliver asked.

“Early,” Felicity replied. “Probably too early, but I was too excited to wait.”

“You know,” he said, blinking his eyes open. Oliver’s hands found her hips and he pulled her between hislegs, craning his head to look up at her. “Waking up with you in my arms is theonly gift I need.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet. And sappy.” He chuckled as Felicity kissed him. “But I think you’ll changeyour mind,” she added against his lips.

He slid his hands around her, cupping her ass. “I highly doubt that.”

She huffed out a chuckle, but before he could do anything with her, she stepped back. With a frown - alright, it was more of a pout - Oliver openedhis eyes to see what she was up to.

Felicity stood before him, half-naked, only wearing her sleep shorts. Her hairhad gotten so long over the last year and it cascaded over her shoulders, partiallycovering her breasts, the ends grazing the top of her stomach, where something was written.

The words ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’ were scrawled across her stomachin red lipstick. The letters were shaky and uneven, like she’d doneit in the mirror, but the words were unmistakable.

Oliver’s lips pulled up into a smile and he was about tothank you her when the location hit him. Hard. All the air left his lungs in a gasp and he stared at the words - at her stomach - his brain racing a million miles a minute.

“Wait, are you…?” he managed, finally looking up at her. Felicity grinned, a huge smile that lit up the entire world. She nodded and Oliver gasped again, shooting up to his feet. “Oh my god, you’re pregnant? Really?”

“Really,” she confirmed and with a bark of laughter, Oliver swept her up into his arms. Her giggles mixed in with his as he spun them around before setting her back down. “I found out a few days ago, it’s real, and I’ve been dying to tell you. I will never forget the look on your face when we found out that last year was a false alarm. I mean, it would have been the actual worst timing ever since you were, you know, imprisoned, but still. And with getting the company on its feet and you working out a schedule with John, and then Will’s AP classes… So much is going on and I wasn’t sure when to bring up the baby talk. Well, I’m pretty sure my body took care of it and decided my birth control should stop working because… Here we are.” Felicity smiled, so wide, with so much joy, happy tears filling her eyes. She cupped his face. “Happy birthday, Oliver.”

He kissed her, again and again, unable to properly enunciate how happy he was. Instead he showed her, kissing her lips and then all over her face before dropping down to her stomach. The words were smudged from their hug, but he could still see them, and they were the best thing he’d ever seen. Felicity’s fingers slid through his hair as he kissed every inch of her stomach, making her giggle.

Oliver looked up at her, at his wife, the love of his life, the woman who gave him the world every single day, who lit his way, who was giving him his future. Giving him another child, his child.

My child.

“Thank you, Felicity. For this, for loving me, for… Thank you for everything.”

(I really love a sappy, ridiculously happy Oliver.)

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