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goodday-goodmorn · 8 months

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Todays work is of @ghouljams Cowboy141 au! Featuring the nasty boy himself- König! Told from the lovely perspective of Murphys (an OC of Ghouls for those who don’t know) granddaughter!! Go check out Ghoul they have some amazing COD stuff over there (the demon darling AU is one of my fav’s but they’re known for their fae and cowboy stuff!- odd niches i know-)

You had been thinking about this day for months now. Today would finally be the day you earned your honorary, ‘I sold cookies to Birdie’ badge.

And of course, all good plans begin with a pack of markers, paper, and a whiteboard that you borrowed from the back of your pappy's shop. (He wouldn't miss it, besides if he got grumpy you would just pull out the puppy dog eyes until he relented.)

Using some magnets you pin various torn out notebook papers to the whiteboard. It isn't quite like the movies where they use push pins and red sting but well- that would be inconvenient for your purposes anyway.

Face furrowed in deep concentration you stare at the board as if doing so for long enough would solve all your problems.

“Are you still planning?” A familiar voice rings out beside you, your fellow girl scout and current best friend, Alexis. She sits on a beanbag, sipping on soda as she stares at your mess of plans. You frown, clearly she wouldnt understand the intricacies of how important this was. After all, she already had her Birbe badge.

A perk she got of being the one to make the things, meant that the first year they were implemented, she got to sell to Birdie with no competition.

(You remember standing on the sidelines and watching her turn and hand Birde a box of peanut butter patties with a smug look on her face. It had been painful to have to stand there with your fellow troop members.)

The rewards were worth the sacrifice however, because now there's more at stake than the bragging rights of selling to everyone's favorite teacher. Now, you get an unofficial badge for it, made every year by the crafty hands of Alexis.

This year’s is sitting just over there on the coffee table, nearly finished. All it's missing is the border around the bird in the center, mostly because Alexis ran out of the thread she needed and has yet to ask her grandmother for more.

You sigh, grumbling out something as you continue to stare at the board.

She shakes her head and goes back to playing Minecraft on her older cousin's well loved Xbox. Trying not to die by the hands of a spider, she says, “Look- if you’re so serious about it why not just find a way through Goose?” You frown more, shaking your head. As much as you do get along well with your pappy’s favorite customer…

“Nope, not possible. Birdie’s friends are banned ever since Moon started complain’ bout it… Plus after Jordans stunt last year of getting in the good graces of Birdie’s momma- we aren't allowed to do stuff like that.” You explain, using a marker to scribble out more ideas and add to your current map of where Birdie might be when you all get access to the cookies.

She tends to be out during it, likely to make it harder for people to earn their badge by camping out on her front porch.

How she knew when you all got the first cookie shipments, you weren't sure. Probaby Moon. Yeah- definitely Moon.

“Besides,” you continue, switching your marker to a purple color, “Even if I did- that wouldn't be me selling to Birdie- it would be me selling to Goose. So it don’t count.”

She hums, “Tough luck.” You sigh dejectedly, nodding. She finally kills the spider and then turns to you, from the depths of her very filled pockets she fishes out a lollipop. She offers it to you like she's offering you a hit after a stressful day at your 9 to 5.

Gratefully, you take it, green apple, nice.

“Well, I wish ya the best of luck. If you fail, offers open to go selling with me later.” You nod, waving her off, “Mhm… i reckon ill get it this year though.”

She shrugs, pointing to the nearly finished badge which sits a few feet away. “Well, if you do, then that badge is as good as yours.”

You stare at it longingly, vowing to yourself that this year you would finally-

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“You didn't do it did you?”

You frown, a sour look on your face as you try and fix your now messed up braids. Alexis sits beside you, the two of you back in her grandmother's basement. She's got a bag of frozen peas against your jaw, trying to prevent the bruise you know is coming. You say nothing, instead just sitting there with a pout, normally you wouldn't be this upset but…

“So who did manage it this year?” She asks, leaving you to hold the peas while she goes to grab the first aid kit under the coffee table.

“Susie May.”

Alexis bumps her head on the table as she pops up, looking surprised. “Again?” She sounds as incredulous as you are upset.

“Yeah!” You cry angrily, throwing your free hand up.

She whistles, walking over to you and tending to your scraped up knees. It's something that happens so often you don't really feel it, but both you and Alexis know that if your parents, or her grandma, sees you all banged up and bruised, they won't be happy. “How’d she manage that?” She inquires, cleaning your scrapes and pulling out bandages.

“Playing fuckin’ dirty thats how.” You parents would also not be very happy with your use of swears but it's just Alexis and you right now. Plus you are rather pissed off at the manner in which Susie happened to win the race this year.

“Yeah I can see that…” Alexis mumbles, taking in your dusty clothes, frazzled hair, and scraped up knees. You decide to make it worse by opening your mouth and showing how your tooth is now loose and barely hanging on by a thread. It's a baby tooth, luckily, but still.

Alexis blinks, “How in the hell-?”

“She pulled on my braids just as I was about to get there. I tried to not fall but sending all my weight forward meant when she let go-”

“-You fell flat on your face?”

You nod, grumbling under your breath. The reason you're so upset is because well- Susie May already has her badge. And she was also the one to sell cookies to Birdie last year. Which means this is her third time selling.

The general polite thing to do after getting your badge is to either A) back out of the race to sell entirely, or B) if you’re gonna participate, give it a year or two after you earned your badge, then continue with much less vigor.

Alexis seems rather irritated herself, grumbling about how she's not gonna make a badge for someone who already has one.

There wouldn't be a point, plus it's such a waste of her time and supplies. And because Birdie only buys a box from the first girl scout to reach her- that means no one gets a badge this year.

Safe to say the troop is not gonna be happy about this. Not one bit. And you are eagerly awaiting the next time you all meet up and Alexis gets to break to everyone that the reason no one gets a badge this year is thanks to Susie.

After Alexis has finished patching you up, you huff, resting your chin in your hands as you drop the pea bag.

“Well- that was a bust.” Alexis says with a sympathetic shrug, flashing the Birdie badge, “Guess you’ll get it next year.”

You groan, flopping over to lay on the beanbag. She in turn, grabs her own girl scout sash and uniform, “Well since you failed-” You glare at the reminder to which she puts her hands up in surrender- “Since you…didn't get it. You wanna go with me to try and outsell her?”

You think it over but it really isn’t a hard decision, “Alright. But we’re stoping at pappy’s place, i need to fix my braids.”

“Cant you just do it yourself?”

“Yeah but he can do it with ribbons and considering Susie's got the Cherry with her, we’re gonna need some extra charm.”

Alexis pulls a face, “Since when does Cherry hang out with Susie May of all people?”

You shrug, waiting for your friend to finish getting ready. “Dunno. Though, I'm kinda hoping Cherry finds out what happened and punches her.” Out of your little trio of friends, Cherry could hit the hardest. She was smaller and shorter than both you and Alexis, and looked like a little angel, (hence why you and Alexis used her to make a bunch of sells), but you both knew she was a proper troublemaker.

Course- none of the adults did, which made things very useful for both her, you, and Alexis whenever you three decided to get into trouble.

Alexis grumbles, a bit upset by the news, understandable, she didn't have many friends other than you and Cherry so she probably wasn't taking the news that Cherry was hanging out with someone else very well. You decided to make it your mission to cheer both yourself and her up.

“It's alright, I reckon we can handle it without her.”

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“You sure we’ll even find anyone out here?” Alexis asks, skeptical. Fair,

considering the two of you have been riding your bikes for a while now.

You nod, reaffirming for what feels like the hundredth time, “Mhm! Look I'm telling ya- I saw some newcomers at Pappys shop a few days ago! And they certainly ain't in town, which means they gotta be out here somewhere.”

She frowns, “This doesn't feel worth it though.”

You shrug, “Well we already got everyone in town that we could for now, and they aren't gonna want any more cookies till at least a week so…”

She makes a face, knowing you’re right. “Fineeee. But once we find a house and sell we’re leaving. If we don't then we might not be back before dark.”

She glances up at the sky and you scoff, “You’re such a worry wart. We’ll be fineeee.”

She raises her eyebrow, “That's what you said last time and we ended up having to race home.”

You pull your lips into a thin line, and before she can say anything else, you see a ranch in view. “Oh look! A place let's go-!” You say quickly, racing ahead and leaving her to quickly pedal after you.

You stop on the road and hop off your bike, tugging your basket of girl scout cookies off the backseat. Alexis does the same, unclipping her helmet and letting it hang on her bike handle. “Huh, those horses are big as hell.” She comments, making you turn your head to see the draft horses.

You are overtaken with the urge to ride one of them, if only to be able to see how high up you would be.

Alexis cuts you off before you can even consider, “Don't even think about it. Your momma would be pissed if you tried.”

You huff, of course you weren't gonna try. That would just be a plain stupid idea, you have no idea what temperament those horses have. Still would be cool if you could though. “Whatever, let's go!” You run off towards the house, leaving your friend to scramble after you.

In the process you accidentally trip over something, but as per usual you simply get up and keep going. When Alexis does finally catch up to you, shes huffing and holding up something small and light in her free hand. The other is gripping onto her cookie basket. She calls your name and then suddenly stops, looking past you at…

Huh. That guy’s nearly as big as his horses. Once more you are overcome with a similar urge to ride on his shoulders. He kinda looks familiar actually…

Alexis comes up to your side, fussing over you and you quickly realize why. There's blood in your mouth, and that's when you realize the thing she's holding just so happens to be one of your front two teeth.

The big man seems even more concerned by the sight of blood, he slings the shotgun he was holding over his back and awkwardly bends down to you speaking in what you assume is german. “Geht es dir gut, Kleiner?” He talks weirdly soft for such a big fella.

At the absolute blank look you give him he blinks, and then translates, “Are you alright?”

“Oh uhhhhh” You ponder the question, are you? Yeah, mostly anyway. You can't feel any pain, but the taste of blood isn't exactly something you enjoy and its quickly overtaking your mouth. You spit to the side, smile, then give him a thumbs up with your free hand. However, when you’re missing a tooth and your teeth are stained with blood- it doesn't serve to reassure him.

Alexis takes hold of your shoulders and pries your mouth open, (in the process temporarily setting down her cookies), looking at the gap in your teeth intently to make sure you’re alright.

She frowns and turns to the big fellow- (who oddly enough seems more nervous of her than she is of him, he stiffens) -with a scowl. She isn't meaning too, you know, she just happens to have a resting bitch face, but the man doesn't know that. “Can we borrow your sink?”

The man seems to clearly have questions, namely why the hell you’re here, until he notices your sashes. “Pfadfinderinnen...?” He mumbles to himself, then upon being blankly stared at by the unwavering gaze of Alexis he nods, guiding the two of you to the house.

Not by leading you there, but rather by standing behind you and ushering the two of you forward like you were little mice. Mice that bite apparently, because despite ushering you forward he keeps a wide berth, as if scared to get too close and frighten you.

(Which you thought was strange considering out of you and Alexis, he was the more nervous one.)

Normally you wouldn't care too much about your missing tooth. Cause well- now you could get some extra pocket money from the tooth fairy! But right now, you do wanna go inside and rinse out your mouth. As much as you could suck up the taste of your own blood- you would rather not pedal all the way home with it. Also you wanna get a good look at where your tooth is missing. Plus maybe you could pull sympathy points and get this guy to buy a bunch a’ cookies, considering you tripped on his property, It was worth a shot.

He seems so weirdly familiar, that you can't help but stare. Oddly enough, this only makes him even more awkward. Does he recognize you? Once the three of you are inside, before Alexis can shove you off to the bathroom mirror and sink, you bluntly say, “Do I know you? You’re weirdly familiar…”

You frown, trying to figure out where you've seen him before. He stiffens but before he can respond, Alexis is pulling you into his restroom. Predictably, the counters are built for him and therefore tall as fuck, so she has to help you climb up there so you can comfortably rinse your mouth out without struggle. Now sitting on the countertop, blood washed down the drain, you inspect your mouth.

“Hahah! Alexis look- look-!” You say excitedly, pointing to the gap to which she just sighs. You turn on her, leaning forward excitedly, “Wait-! Wait wait wait- did you get my tooth?”

She looks at you blankly, saying your name.

“...Yeah?”

“Of course I picked up the tooth, why wouldn't i?” She fishes it out of her pocket, accidentally pulling out various random strings and threads it was tangled in. In the process, pulling out a few pebbles and other assorted nicknacks. They clatter to the ground but she pays them no mind.

You hold both your hands out for her to place the tooth in your open palms. It's covered in blood, dirt, and pocket lint.

“Its beautiful.” You say with a large grin to which she nods seriously, “How much you think I'll get for it???” There's excitement in your tone.

She ponders for a moment, “Well- for my first one I got 15 dollars. My first front one was worth a pretty penny too… I heard that Maxie got 20 for his first tooth.” She shrugs, you both grin, matching smiles that say, ‘Oh we are so going to the candy shop later.’

You hop off the counter and then the two of you are speaking to each other in hushed but excited tones, leaning into each other and swinging your baskets. When you walk back into the living room, you find the man awkwardly standing there. It's then you nudge Alexis.

(Mostly because she doesn't get to make sales often, she never was very good at talking to people. Some could say her personality was an acquired taste, she was blunt and awkward, however, luckily for her, the man in front of you both seemed even more awkward.)

(Typically cherry made all the sales, and if not her, than you. So- you wanted to give Alexis a chance to shine.)

“Oh yeah.” She blinks and then turns to the man.

“Uh- Hey mister.” She looks him directly in his eyes, he seems uncomfortable at the direct attention. “You want cookies?”

He blinks.

She blinks.

“...Cookies?”

“Yup.”

…The man is silent after that. So is Alexis. They both just stare at each other awkwardly. Well, you were proud of her for trying and that's all that mattered-! “Sure.” Wait what? That worked?

Alexis blinks, seemingly just as surprised as you. She shuffles with her cookie basket, “Okay.” She says, and then more silence ensues. You nudge her gently and she kickstarts again, “Uh- what flavor do you want?”

“What is good?” He inquires, tilting his head slightly to which Alexis looks at you at the same time you look at her. The two of you share a glance with meaning behind it. And then you’re pulling out boxes and doing what you did best: talking.

With your sales pitch, combined with the genuine occasional comments of Alexis, you end up talking for a whole 20 minutes. By the time you are finished, the man now has an armful of different cookie boxes. Everytime he would so much as make any sort of positive comment, or hum or “I see…” Alexis would silently bring him that flavor and hold it up to him. Too awkward to refuse, he simply took each box.

“Uh- kleines Mädchen- you gave me two of this one…” He says almost timidly at Alexis while you ramble about Trefoils. She stares up at him, unblinking.

“That ones my favorite.” She says simply, as if that explains everything. Konig can't find himself to protest against her absolute deadpan as she settles the box of Adventurfuls in his arms with the rest.

At some point he sat down in his armchair, making it much easier for Alexis to slowly yet surely add to the growing pile of cookies he holds.

“-It's a classic, these are based off of the original girl scout cookie recipe! You just gotta try em Mister- i mean the texture is just to die for-” You let Alexis take the Trefoils from your hands and replace it with a box of thin mints. She slowly and calmly goes to add the Trefoils to the pile.

“Oh! Now this one- lemme tell ya Mister- this is like the girl scout cookie, everyone loves a good thin mint!”

You don't even have to say more about that one before Alexis takes it and puts in his arms, patting the top of the box gently. Then she walks back over to you and holds her basket in both her hands, silent. She's pulling out a sheet of paper from her basket, and a pencil from her pocket, scribbling away as you finish your spiel.

“-And that concludes all the flavors!” He blinks, looking relieved to finally be free, alas you continue, “-Lets see for all that, that’a be…”

You turn towards Alexis who was calculating on her paper and cuts in with a casual, “372 dollars and 46 cents.”

To your delight, he simply shuffles, careful not to let any of the boxes fall as he dejectedly gets his wallet. He pulls out four 100 dollar bills and softly tells you to keep the change, you and Alexis’s eyes are wide as you stare at the money now in your hands. The two of you share a glance and then with your sweetest (now gap toothed) smile, you thank him.

Then with hardly any more words you and Alexis book it out of there, waving goodbye and leaving him stunned. Alexis is just staring at the money with wide, amazed eyes and you are excitedly chatting her ear off.

“Look at that! I can't believe you managed to get such a good sale- oh my god Cherry is gonna flip! You probably got us halfway to our quota already-!”

“I… I did that?” She says in slight amazement, technically you both did, but you'll let your friend have the win on this one.

“Yeah!”

“Yeah…” She says, a small smile growing on her face as you playfully shove her.

“See- i told you this would be worth it.”

She blinks and then looks very concerned all of a sudden. She says your name with a growing horror. You tilt your head, urging her to continue. She gestures to the sun which is starting to fade. Shit. And then the two of you end up frantically pedaling back to town, panickedly laughing all the way. It isn't until you are home and in bed that you remember why the large fellow was so familiar.

He's the guy you threatened to ban from your Pappy's shop a month ago!

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just-a-lil-turtle-with-knives · 1 year

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how do you save a ghost?

You keep him from dying.

@amevello-blue

#tmnt #rottmnt #fanfiction #ammowrites #fic of a fic #ghost in a shell

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cringyfanfictions · 2 months

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Soooo I read @thatfanficauthor's oni!tsukishima fic and suddenly had a burst of inspiration out of nowhere.. and wrote fanfiction of their fanfiction. Alas, it was short lived, so I stopped in the middle but I did get this scene in.

Basically, the og fic is about Tsukki being an oni, except they were hunted down a long time ago so now they blend into the human civilization, and if he wears this bracelet then he gets disguised in a human form (but it's uncomfortable to wear it for long), except people keep finding out about him being an oni. My fic is based on the premise (and set before the og fic) but a little darker.

I wanna put it below 'read more' but I'm not sure how the 'read more' works (let's see if this works). So. Here's that scene from canon (the Yamaguchi being bullied scene) but set in the oniverse!

:readmore:

He's walking home from school, steps hasty, when he hears voices from the playground and pauses to look.

A group of kids crowd another who's on the floor, threatening. One of them holds a stick.

"Why's your face so pimply?" One of the kids taunt.

Just bullies. Kei turns away.

"Yeah, and you're so scrawny," another sneers. There's a thump. "You're crying now?"

"Crybaby!"

*Just bullies.*

Kei freezes. He turns slowly. Just bullies, and picking on a kid because what? Because he's pimply? Because he's scrawny?

It dawns on him. Finally, he understands what he's wondered about years ago.

His body *sears*. He's an oni, living under disguise. An *oni*. To be hunted down and killed, to be shunned.

But you don't even need that.

Kei steps closer. The kid being bullied notices him and looks up, tears streaked down his cheeks and welling in his eyes.

There are freckles dotting the kid's face. Just freckles. Plain and harmless. That's all you need to be *different*. All you need to be picked on.

He wonder what they'd do if they see him. Sees his wings, his fangs, his tail. *Kei* is the one who's different, when he's in his house and can stretch out his wings. But these *humans* - they are so desperate to belong that they turn on each other. They are so desperate that they see differences where they don't exist.

*The world is broken.*

He remembers his mother's stories, at least the gist of it. The hunting. The killing. The blood spilled across the land like oil.

Of course they were hunted. What chance would oni stand, if *freckles* are reason enough to be picked on?

There is really only one thing he can say. And he says it, loading as much scorn he can into each syllable, falling crisp from his mouth.

"*Pathetic.*"

#i dont really like the transition for this (my) fic #it doesnt really flow right #maybe ill complete it one day idk who knows #sieff fic #sieff haikyuu fic #fic of a fic #haikyuu #tsukkiyama #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #oniverse #(that sounds nice lol)#oni!tsukishima

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naranjapetrificada · 9 months

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Oh nooooooo not even 24 hours after reading In Favor With Their Stars for the first time I just thought of a devastating future fic idea that would completely rip my heart out to write and the idea won't leave me alone. Pray to the ADHD gods that I get distracted instead of actually writing it because the only think worse than putting myself through the pain of writing it would be putting it out there to hurt everyone else too.

(although even this hurts less than the prospect of reckoning with the unsettling questions about existence and cosmic-level loneliness that I haven't been able to shake since finishing, even though it had a "happy" ending)

#ifwts #in favor with their stars #fic of a fic #god it hurts #I guess “bittersweet” could be an accurate description but that makes me cry even more than abject misery #brain why do you hate me #I just want my gay pirate dad's to be happy #even if they're not pirates in this AU #they deserve happiness in every universe #ofmd #our flag means death #gentlebeard #blackbonnet #edward teach #stede bonnet #go ahead and grieve yourself

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jamtartandsunshine · 8 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Ted Lasso (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Roy Kent & Jamie Tartt Characters: Jamie Tartt, Roy Kent Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Platonic Cuddling, Jamie Tartt Needs a Hug, Roy Kent needs to be the one to give it to him, once again I am terrible at tagging, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, fic of a fic, because apparently I do that now Wrote a little something inspired by @asteria-argo ‘s gorgeous Jamie vs Bedtime series because we can never have enough Roy & Jamie found family IMO

#fanfic #ted lasso #jamie tartt #roy kent #fanfiction #writing #fluff #afc richmond #fic of a fic

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cactusspatz · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi & Luke Skywalker, CC-2224 | Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Characters: Obi-Wan Kenobi, CC-2224 | Cody Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Merpeople, Alternate Universe - 1940s, Epistolary, Letters, a soft epilogue, there are many benefits to being a marine biologist, Married Life, Obi-Wan Kenobi Has Self-Esteem Issues Summary:

Dear Mr. Kenobi, I am writing to you in hopes that you are the same Obi-Wan Kenobi that used to live by the sea near Anchorhead, who we all called Ben.

Post-series fic for @glimmerglanger's 1940s mer!AU By the Sea.

#*posts and runs*#cody/obi wan #codywan #star wars #fic of a fic #made by me

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setokaibapetty · 8 months

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5 + 1 Fic Friday: Recursive

Fics inspired by other fics.

Legacies (AO3) - "Long after the events of Avatar: The Last Airbender, a lone historian finds the personal journal of Prince Zuko. Little does she know that he was also the mysterious anonymous author who took the world by storm. The world will never be the same. Inspired by and directly links to aloneintherain's Writer Zuko AU."

U.A. Unsolved (inspired by Yesterday Upon the Stair) (AO3) - "The [UA] dorms are haunted. Shenanigans ensue."

halfway between the black and grey (AO3) - "AKA, the one in which Corin is a Death Trooper."

One Luminary Clock (inspired by Never Judge a Shadowhunter By Their Scent) (AO3) - “Zadkiel,” Isaiah prays, pleads, his voice rough and hoarse, “Angel of mercy and benevolence, I beg you tonight to watch over your child, Alexander Lightwood. He has survived everything the angels have seen fit to test him with, but please, please do not make this night one more thing he has to survive.”

Comparative Sabotage Techniques (inspired by Dreaming of Sunshine) (AO3) - "ANBU Team Red and ANBU Wolf are unleashed on Kumo after the Third Shinobi War."

Bonus: Second to None (AO3) - "Her name is forgotten. Expunged. All she has now is a Number. One among many , corralled into a room she's never seen, but which is oh so familiar."

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eiirisworkshop · 5 months

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Thinking about this because of a post going around, but just to be clear:

I welcome translations of my fic.

I welcome podfic of my fic.

I welcome translations and podfic of my fic, even if there’s already a podfic or translation into that language.

I welcome fic of fic.

I welcome questions from anyone working on translation, podfic, or fic of fic for my work.

All I ask is that you let me know you wanna do it

#eiiri has thoughts #there is only one fic I might prefer not be podficced because there’s a Thing I wanna do with it #fanfic #writing #podfic #fic of a fic #translation #fan translation

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queerspacepunk · 2 years

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doggy heaven

Our Flag Means Death | T | 3303 words | Stede & Captain (the very good boy) inspired by a love that won't sit still (vague spoilers up to and including chapters 7~8 of still burning, still bright)

"Well," Stede had choked out, "heaven is supposed to be a place with everything you love, and everything you need to be happy, and I think that's different things for dogs than it is for people."

Content notes!! this fic contains animal death in the sense that it is from the POV of a pet who has passed away. There is nothing graphic or yucky but please be prepared for emotions!

a celebratory offering for @sassygwaine, as punishment thanks for all the delightful suffering they have bestowed upon us in the form of altwss, and also for being a top notch human being.

read it here on AO3, or if you haven't read a love that won't sit still, please do that and then come back to this!

#so far i have made myself my partner and adrian cry so like #proceed w caution #as always hmu if you need more detailed content notes okay?#fix it in post #our flag means death #ofmd #ofmd fic #fic of a fic #a love that won't sit still #bing bong

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immawraffle · 2 years

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Zevwarden Week

Day 4: Alternate Universes

Modern AU of my Lost in Dreams fic. Inspired by the “send your cutest pizza boy” story.

“Move over!”

“You move over!”

“Your elbow is digging into my side!”

“Well, maybe you should’ve bought a bigger couch!”

“Both of you, shut up!” Anuriel yells over Jowan and Hadrian as they fight for dominance over the popcorn bowl while they wait for the movie to start. Maybe it was a bad idea to try and fit all three of them in a shitty apartment in downtown Denerim, but it was the best they could afford after aging out of their foster home together.

They had been working for years to build a case against the templar caretakers—collecting signatures, compiling testaments, and petitioning the Seekers—and last week it had finally all paid off when Kinloch Hold got busted for countless cases of grievous abuse and negligence against their charges.

The fall of one Circle generated a domino effect, with the branch in Kirkwall serving as the turning point in the fight against the institution itself. There were even allegations being leveled at the Chantry, their biggest charity donor. It was practically a minor revolution given how widespread the ripples were.

Now that things have finally calmed down a little, they have time to celebrate their achievement by marathoning Star Wars—a time-honored tradition that served the dual purpose of drowning out the neighbors’ uncomfortably loud and healthy sex lives.

The title card plays, and just when they’ve all finally managed to settle in nicely, Hadrian perks up and declares, “I want pizza.”

“We had pizza last week,” Anuriel argues. They need to stay under budget so they can afford next month’s electricity bill, and bingeing on junk food isn’t the way to do that. If they can save up enough money, they might even be able to move into a better apartment.

‘One where the walls aren’t so thin,’ Anuriel grumbles internally.

“Yeah, but that was last week. We haven’t had pizza this week yet,” Hadrian refutes, sticking his nose in the air and crossing his arms like a petulant child. “I’m ordering pizza.”

“Are you getting House of Repose? I love their pineapple pizza,” Jowan garbles around a mouthful of popcorn.

“First of all, chew with your mouth closed, for Maker’s sake, that’s gross.” Hadrian wrinkles his nose in disgust. “Secondly, only weirdos like pineapple on pizza. Like you. Or Orlesians. And thirdly; no, I’m ordering Antivan Crows. Everyone knows Antivan pizza is the best.”

Anuriel frowns at Hadrian as he clambers ungracefully over the back of the ratty couch and into the kitchen, where the computer balances precariously on the edge of the table. “You can’t order Crows, it’s too expensive.”

“No, no, it’s cool, Lily gave me a coupon for Wintersend,” Jowan announces.

Hadrian stops dancing between the old coffee cups littering the floor to turn around and stare at him incredulously. “Your girlfriend got you a coupon for Wintersend? A pizza coupon?”

Jowan blusters, face turning a splotchy red in embarrassment. “W-well don’t pretend like yours was any better! Your creepy goth girlfriend gave you a tracking chip—that’s a red flag!”

“Your face is a red flag,” Hadrian snipes back, returning to his perilous journey towards the kitchen table.

Anuriel rolls her eyes at their childish antics and refocuses on the tv, trying to tune them out so she can actually hear the actors over the tinny speakers.

“Hey, what should I put in the ‘special instructions’ box?” Hadrian calls back once he’s finished placing their order.

“Tell them to send their cutest delivery boy,” Jowan suggests.

“Oh, I didn’t think you were into guys,” Hadrian ribs him. “Things not working out between you and Lily? Was it the coupon?”

“Very funny,” Jowan sneers. “No, I just think ‘Nuriel could benefit from meeting some new people.”

“I meet plenty of new people,” she scowls at him defensively. “I certainly don’t need you matchmaking for me.”

“It was just a suggestion!” Jowan defends. “I’m only worried you’ll be lonely when Hadrian and I have Morrigan and Lily over and you’re all by yourself.”

“I can entertain myself just fine, thank you,” Anuriel replies icily, turning back to the tv screen definitively.

“Okay, I’m done ordering. It should be here in about twenty minutes,” Hadrian pipes back up a few minutes later. Anuriel hisses when he steps on her toes while inching his way back around the couch, sending him a deadly glare.

Closer to thirty minutes later, the buzzer rings. “I’ll get it,” Anuriel declares, standing quickly so as not to be subjected to yet more shuffling and pinching. She walks briskly over to the door and opens it to be greeted by an elven man with golden blond hair and a roguish grin.

“The Crows send their regards,” he greets her cheerily. “I am to assume that you are the one who requested the Crows ‘send their hottest delivery boy,’ no? I cannot say I am not pleased to be designated as such, or to be summoned by such a beautiful woman like yourself.”

Anuriel experiences all five stages of grief in the span of three seconds. “Hadrian!” she shrieks, turning back to glare at his silhouette over the couch. The only response he rewards her with is a fiendish cackle.

“Ah, so this was not of your doing then?” He sighs dejectedly. “What a pity. And here I was thrilled to be subject to the whims of a deadly sex goddess.”

Anuriel makes a choking noise in the back of her throat, cheeks flushing red. She was not ready for this. She was really not ready for this. Damn Hadrian. She picks up a boot from next to the door and lobs it at his head when she hears his laughter renew. He cuts off with a swear as it makes contact.

Anuriel reluctantly turns back to the admittedly handsome elf in front of her.

“I—sorry, I just—pizza. Give me the pizza… please,” Anuriel finally says defeatedly. One would think she’d be more eloquent, given the number of lectures she’s given at the local college.

“Your wish, my command, my lady,” he bends shortly at the waist as he hands her the pizza.

“Thanks. Have a good day,” Anuriel hurriedly closes the door before she can embarrass herself further, scurrying back over to the couch with her prize.

“A ‘deadly sex goddess,’ hmm?” Hadrian hums with laughter dancing in his eyes.

“Not. A. Word,” Anuriel bites out, sitting down and tossing the lid open, allowing the heavenly aroma of pizza to spread throughout the room. In doing so, her eyes latch onto an incongruent piece of paper fluttering down from where it was stuffed in between the lid and the box. Bending down, she picks it up and unfolds it to see a string of numbers, a messily drawn heart, and the name “Zevran” written in flowing cursive.

Anuriel makes another noise like a dying cat and shoves it into her pocket before either Hadrian or Jowan can see. She can’t stand any more teasing at the moment.

Who knows, maybe she’ll work up the nerve to ask him out for coffee sometime.

(They meet up later at the university she works at, where he’s studying part-time to become a massage therapist 😉)

#zevwarden week 2022 #alternate universes #zevran x surana #zevran x f!warden #fic of a fic #lost in dreams #Anuriel Surana #modern au #different first meeting #pizza boy zev #my writing #🧇

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So today has been no bueno.

I slept most of it away (unintentionally)

Read two fics that made me feel too much.

Left the news on for background noise out of habit and I’m a queer that lives in Florida, so you can imagine the sort of stress I am under.

And it’s termite swarming season so I have to keep a lint roller near by at all times.

Fell asleep again, sad. Woke up again, slightly less sad.

Then this happened.

@oonajaeadira I love Patrico and I love you but you must also understand that I am unwell.

@blueeyesatnight Your writing is good your characterizations feel natural and consistent, and I’m the one who should be buying a rainbow wig for not realizing how much of a mess would be made when the other shoe dropped.

Anyway, here’s sm fic of Blue’s That’s Not Your Name, because I don’t have anyone I can cry too about everything making me sad at once so we have to break up the self soothing measures into chunks.

WC:??? Who is that? (All spelling and grammatical mistakes are my own, I don’t Beta)

(A PATS/GTTT fic didn’t/isn’t happening because… well I don’t think I could appropriately handle the very delicate balance that has been created)

here we go

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You think you and Pi handle the drive back to the apartment quite well.

Even with twice as many stops then when you drove to the hotel.

Pi falls asleep halfway there, exhausted from his crying and your yelling and the suffocating silence that attempts to smother both of you in the car.

This is for the best.

You’d put up with way more of Dee’s shit then you had any right too. You didn’t just give him an inch, you gave him miles and still he just took and took and took.

Part of you wishes you’d punched him.

Not once in the eight years that you’ve had Pi had he ever acknowledged that he was your boy’s father.

Not once.

It bothered you, saying it didn’t would be a lie and you’re too damn tired to ignore it anymore.

But you held it together, because he was “Dieter Bravo”, and you were just a store clerk who knew him when he was a kid.

“I told her… about… Pi.”

You grit your teeth as the tears start building up again.

That’s the real kick in the teeth. That he told her after two years, when you’d been grinning and bearing his denial, his absence, his ineptitude, for eight.

You’ll acknowledge that there might be a bit of hero worship on Dee’s end, and Christ he never once mentioned that he OD’d during quarantine.

You grip the wheel even tighter.

Damn near a decade with Pi and the near thirty years before that.

Your throat tightens.

You need to pull over.

There’s a gas station coming up and you need to stop again. This day has been shit enough as it is and you don’t need to add a sobbing induced fender bender to the list.

It’s nasty. Piles of trash balled up in the corners by the curb, something that looks like roadkill, definitely a broken needle.

You just need a minute, maybe two.

Cracking all the windows, you stop the car and get out. You close the door as softly as possible as to not wake up Pi, as long as he’s sleeping he isn’t crying, and you’re barely holding it together as is. He didn’t do anything wrong and you need to take all the time you can to get yourself together.

It’s all your fault after all.

You kept letting Dee in because you’d hoped that he’d step up, he didn’t have to be a great father, he just had to be decent. Some birthdays, a few holidays, maybe a game or two if he could squeeze it, and some money for school and as a cushion wouldn’t have hurt either.

You cut off your own sob, making it more of a wheeze so as not to wake up Pi or pick up any attention.

You should have dropped Dee years ago, changed your number or ignored his calls, changed your locks and hide the spare key somewhere else.

That would have been the smart thing to do, that would have been the less stressful thing to do.

But you knew him for too long, known too much.

Knew that behind the idiotic, selfish, substance abusing douchebag that was and is Dieter Bravo, there was a smart, genuine, decent person.

Diego Baltra had been your best friend, and you hoped that he was still in there, somewhere.

A snotty sniff, a cracking exhale, and a small burst of self deprecating laughter later, you clap your cheeks.

Count your breathes.

Straighten your spine.

And get back in the car.

A quick glance at Pi and you know he’s awake, just pretending to sleep, but you let him, because you need it too.

With another shaky breath you start the car, and pull out of the parking lot.

#dieter bravo #archive-of-note #fic of a fic

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