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sibylsleaves · 23 days

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some things fall when they're meant to fall

11k (so far) | rated T | read on ao3 Eddie’s gaze drop to Buck’s lips—pink, like his birthmark. Eddie wants to taste those lips, and he wants it with a fierceness so sudden it shocks him. “I’m, uh,” Buck stammers. “Last night. When you saw me and Tommy…we—we were on a date.” Everything inside Eddie goes still. If his heart is a kite, then this is the moment it plummets back to earth.

or, Buck tells Eddie some news. Eddie has a realization and breaks up with his girlfriend. Not necessarily in that order.

written for @burnthatbridge

Chapter 2/4 now up on ao3

Eddie is happy for Buck. Obviously. It goes without saying that he’s happy for him.

And look, it’s not like it’s hard. Not when Buck’s been walking around like the LA sun shines specifically for him. He’s got this shimmering halo of excitement around him these days, and beneath that, a kind of deep relief. Like some of the heavy weight he’s dragged around with him his entire life has been lifted.

More than anyone Eddie’s ever known, Buck has spent his life searching for something. And finally, he’s found it.

Not Tommy—although Buck does get a particular blushing grin on his face whenever he talks about him. What Buck has found is something bigger than that. A truth about himself. An answer to a question he never knew to ask.

So yeah, Eddie’s happy for him. How could he not be? This whole year, when he hasn’t been worrying about Chris, he’s been worried about Buck and how he’s been dealing with the aftermath of the lightning strike.

He’s not worried anymore.

And as for Eddie’s own revelation…the realization that for him, all roads lead to Buck, well…

He’s not thinking about it. He’s doing everything in his power to act like nothing’s changed, to act the way the Eddie Diaz of two weeks ago would act. The Eddie Diaz whose brain hadn’t yet caught up to his heart on the matter of Evan Buckley.

“So, there’s a Dodgers game this evening,” Eddie says, jiggling his car keys nervously while he waits for Buck to finish changing after their shift. He rests his gaze somewhere to the left of Buck's bare chest. “I was thinking about inviting Tommy over to watch. And I know you’re watching Jee so Chim and Maddie can work on wedding stuff—”

“Eddie,” Buck tugs his shirt over his head and looks at Eddie quizzically. “We’ve already been over this. I was never actually mad that you were hanging out with Tommy without me. I mean yeah, I guess I felt slightly excluded, but it was more about—”

“Yeah, yeah I know, the giant crush you had on the guy,” Eddie says with a fond eye-roll. There. That’s something two-weeks-ago Eddie would’ve said, right?

(read chapter 2 on ao3)

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#ive never posted a multichapter fic before so i have no idea what im doing #ive also never done a proper taglist before haha #chapter 2 is up though!!!! chapter 3 hopefully coming soon #sibyls words #some things fall sequel #it's not a sequel though it's just chapter 2 #911 fic #buddie fic

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p0rchc0ll4ps3 · 20 days

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and all the time the world unwinds i can't deny the way i feel and all these words they mean nothing at all

it stays in stella maris

it doesn't leave that room

but dawn comes, warm light over the east, warming the ruined streets of home. you were meant to be with me, here, for we are built, trained, conditioned to disappear

what comes next needs everything we got. elysium must wake

#my art #disco elysium #de #jean vicquemare #kim kitsuragi #kimjean #jeankim #dunno which ones the right one but. yeah.#this is based on my fic. btw #which i hopefully will post soon.#okay sure some sort of just nice little sappy fic well. it's also part of my casefic and this fic takes place two months after the game #there's politics here. the world is shifting. things will be different #sure it stays in stella maris. sure you can try and forget. sure you can say it means nothing #but the truth of the matter is the gears of conflict still groove and turn #and a new dawn is coming. elysium must wake #okay?#and if you are here with me and you are also here with me and you and you and you and we stick together...#and if we all hold hands as the radio plays... the violent erasure of the world can be pushed away. all of this belongs to us.#and we will fill her lungs with air.#IDK LIKE IT WAS JUST A DOODLE bc i wanted to show how they dress differently #but ive been feeling very strongly about the hinted return. revolution.#its just been in my brain #btw there's lyrics here.#it's lonely carousel by Rodrigo leão #and uhh #accidents of gesture by Rome #and then in the tags I reference #lol. the day the world died by miracle of sound #and electrical kittens by British sea power

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purpleturtle9000 · 10 months

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idk have the first few lines of a Titanfall 2 post-canon fic that have been rotting through my brain for six months ✌️

update: all further Titanfall stuff is going to be on my new Titanfall sideblog! best-titan-7274

The other Titan pilots have mostly left him alone. They understand what it's like to grieve a partner. They all know what BT is to him. Was. They all know what BT was to him. The world feels so much larger, without BT there, and Jack feels so much smaller.

#i think the first like... 3 chapters of this would lean heavy into angst before dog-legging into a hurt/comfort fix-it of some kind #hopefully someday soon i will be able to come back and add a fic name tag to this #but for now it's simply being flung into the void #titanfall 2 #fic: lights will guide you home and i will try to fix you

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keicordelle · 2 days

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Things are starting to get just a little bit spicy up in here! (Don't worry, they're going nowhere fast, we've got at least another 6 chapters of fluff and fretting before the two of them get their act together enough to do anything more than kiss and blush.) Chapter 14 of A First for Everything, Off the Beaten Path, is up on Ao3!

Read it on Ao3 at the link above, or check out the first chapter on Tumblr here.

The light filtering through the windows made for a dappled display against the map spread out over the coffee table. Shadowy spots danced over the carefully marked routes and hideaways. It might have been distracting, had Thancred actually been studying the map as closely as he pretended.

Instead, his eyes drifted sightlessly over the patterns, his own cramped handwriting blurring into illegible blotches. Worry gnawed at his stomach and clattered like pixie wings through his skull. This was a really bad idea, wasn't it? The longer he thought about it, the more certain he became that this was one of the worse ideas he’d had in recent memory. He’d agreed to it in the moment in part because, well, he would probably agree to just about anything Urianger asked of him at the moment. And in part because he was worried that if he said no, Urianger would just make the trip himself. Which...

He would be fine, probably. Almost certainly. He'd clearly traveled here on his own, and he wasn't some damsel in need of constant protection. He could take care of himself when he needed to. Thancred had been impressed recently, watching how adept Urianger had become at his divining magicks. But if something were to happen to him when Thancred had just stayed back and let him go off on his own, he'd never forgive himself.

But... Maybe it wasn't the best idea to bring Minfilia back into Eulmore's reach. Not when they'd just lost their trail. They’d fought so hard to get away from them. If they were to draw their attention again, it would mean returning to life on the run, dodging scouts and armed soldiers on scant hours of sleep.

...It would mean having to leave behind the comfortable routine they'd established here. Leave behind the soft blankets and the real food and the solid roof over their heads. Leave behind Urianger. And.... Thancred didn't want to leave.

Hells. He dragged a hand harshly through his hair, and when that wasn't enough, down over his face, lips catching on the rough drag of callouses. They were going to have to leave eventually. That was always the plan. They couldn't stay here indefinitely, no matter how comfortable it had grown to be. It wasn't fair to Urianger to impose so long on his kindness, and it wouldn't help Minfilia. Thancred was supposed to be training her, helping her become something more, not relaxing in the fae lands with his new— his new.... Arg. His friend. Urianger. Who he happened to kiss. A lot. And think about constantly. And spill himself almost nightly to the thought of. Gods this was dangerous. And stupid. Maybe he really should just leave.

Soft footsteps and the shush of robes around slender ankles drew his head up like a dog who smelled a treat. Urianger's eyes landed on him, golden and kind. He paused, head tilted in that familiar way that used to simply mean "elezen" but now just screamed "Urianger." "Is aught amiss?" Urianger asked.

And suddenly, miraculously, nothing was. The familiar melody of his voice washed away all of Thancred’s troubles in an instant, and suddenly everything felt right — and that in and of itself was wrong. Urianger shouldn't be able to do that to him, to make everything feel better just by walking into the damned room. Nothing should be able to distract him as much as Urianger did.

Thancred merely shook his head, pushing his hair back out of his eyes. "No, I'm fine. Just a bit of a headache," he assured him.

Urianger looked as if he wasn't entirely convinced, but he didn't push. Instead, he brushed his fingers against through Thancred’s bangs as he passed, glancing furtively both ways before stooping to press a quick kiss into his brow. Pink tinted his ears as he pulled back, turning quickly away to return his attention to his task.

Thancred watched him as he moved about the room, gathering the things he thought he would need for their trip, lost in his own world as he contemplated two different canisters of tea leaves. Slowly, the worry crept back in to gnaw at Thancred’s thoughts, the small smile Urianger’s kiss had raised to his lips slipping away. He really, really didn't want to give this up, but... If he brought Eulmore's forces down on Urianger’s head because he was too selfish to leave, he would never forgive himself.

"Urianger?"

"Mm?" he answered without looking up, distraction blanketing his tone as he set one jar back on the shelf.

"I've been thinking... Maybe I should leave. Once we're done at the Crystarium. Maybe it's time that Minfilia and I go our own way."

There was a clatter as the tea hit the floor. Urianger didn't even try to pick it up as he turned to Thancred, his face contorting as he struggled to hide the distress that so clearly painted itself across his features. His mouth opened and closed, once, twice, soundlessly. Then, quietly: "I... would prefer if thou didst not. I... I wish thee to stay. Here. With me. Just for a short while longer?"

Watching the shadows that flitted within his aureate eyes, Thancred could have kicked himself for even suggesting it. He felt rather like he'd just punched a puppy, his heart aching in his chest in a way he'd never felt before. He fought the urge to grip it, to reassure himself that the sensation was all in his head. "If something happens though while we're out, we won't have a choice. I won't risk bringing Eulmore's forces to your door." Never mind the fact that a handful of moons ago, he'd been all too willing to take that risk. Desperate for somewhere to stay and someone to turn to.

Across from him, Urianger swallowed hard, feeling the lump in his throat all the way down to where it settled like a stone in his stomach. He'd known that Thancred would have to leave eventually. That was always his plan. That he'd stayed even this long was nothing short of a miracle. But... Urianger had grown greedy. Avarice clutched at him like a dragon's claws. Demanding. Desirous. He wasn't ready to give up the tentative intimacy that bloomed between them. He wanted to spend more time at Thancred’s side. "Perhaps I could simply come with you, if that is the case. Thou couldst use a healer to assure thy safety."

"No!" Thancred barked, a little too quickly. A little too vehemently. The tentative hope that had begun to unfurl beneath Urianger’s breast withered. He couldn’t supress the expression that twisted his features before it broke across his face, hurt welling in his chest.

Thancred flinched, back pedalling. "It would be too dangerous, to have so many of us in once place. Better to have allies tucked away than to travel together. For now, at least. Besides, your research is too important to give up, and you could hardly do that on the road. That's the whole reason we're taking this risk in the first place."

Urianger’s teeth worried at the inside of his cheek, eyes falling from Thancred’s face. Much as he would have liked to, he couldn't argue with that.

Thancred softened, casting a glance over his shoulder to ensure they were alone before he held out a hand to Urianger. "Come here."

An offer Urianger could never resist. He went to him in a shush of robes, the tea cannister abandoned on the floor behind him. Thancred's hand closed around his, drawing him down into an embrace. His arms were gentle around him, a quiet strength in his fingers as they stroked along the exposed skin of Urianger’s back. Chains tinkled as he caressed upwards, over Urianger’s shoulder to rest his palm against his cheek, cupping his face tenderly. Thancred’s thumb brushed out across his jaw, the warmth in his eyes mirrored by the warmth of his body, seeping into Urianger’s skin where Thancred’s leg pressed tight against his.

Thaliak preserve him, he was practically sitting in Thancred’s lap, tugged down onto him when he'd drawn him into his arms. This close, Urianger could see every fleck of green and gold in Thancred’s eyes. Could feel the brush of his breath against his lips. The hard lines of his body beneath him, soft skin and dense muscle and warmth, so much warmth. Urianger’s pulse quickened, his heart racing beneath his breast as heat spilled through his cheeks and out along his ears. Surely Thancred would be able to feel it, thundering against his chest. Urianger’s eyes dipped to his lips, plump and inviting before him.

He couldn't say who leaned in first. They met somewhere in the middle, Thancred’s lips ghosting against his in the softest of kisses, sweet and chaste. A gentle brush, then another. Just a pressing of lips, nothing more.

He could say for certain that Thancred was the one who deepened the kiss. Lips parting and tongue sweeping out to tease at the seam of Urianger’s mouth in a silent request. He opened for him, as readily as he always did, allowing Thancred in to taste him. Thancred’s tongue slid along his, curling along his lips, his teeth. Urianger’s head tilted to allow him in deeper, mouth moving on Thancred’s as his hands rose to tangle in his hair, holding him to himself.

Urianger could also say for certain that he was the one who pushed for more. Gentle brushes became more heated, the thrum of Thancred’s pulse echoing through Urianger’s chest as he pressed closer, pushing forward against him until his back pressed into the cushions, Urianger’s knees framing his hips and their bodies pressed flush. He could feel the heat of Thancred’s skin bleeding through their clothes, could feel the way he shifted against him. Could feel the hard dig of something against his stomach, pressed tight against his naval. Was that his—?

Blood rushed to Urianger’s face, fluster making his tongue clumsy against Thancred's.

Yes, that was definitely what he thought it was, digging into his stomach. It wasn't the first time he'd felt it when they kissed, but it wasn't usually so close. Usually Thancred played it off, or he shifted his hips so Urianger didn't have to feel it, but this... It was... curious. Intriguing.

Urianger’s own body stirred in response, thoughts swimming from the depths of his passion-addled brain. Thoughts of what lay beneath the tight grip of those trousers. Thoughts of what it might looked like — what Thancred might look like, with his jacket and his pants decorating the floor rather than his body. How it might feel to press his bare skin against Thancred’s, to feel those hands on him as Urianger kissed him. To... Touch him? No— That was— He couldn't—

Urianger drew back, his tongue a leaden weight in his mouth and his ears burning hot enough to melt snow. Where on earth had those thoughts come from? His eyes dropped, away from Thancred’s face and down to focus on the sculpted lines of his stomach. And yet, despite himself, his gaze was drawn inexorably downwards to the catch on Thancred's groin. Not, of course, because he was picturing what lay beneath the cover of cloth and leather. He simple could not bear to look Thancred in the face while his own body raged with a slithering heat that coiled and gathered beneath his robes. Urianger’s pulse throbbed between his legs, distracting and insistent, and his fingers twisted in the fabric of his robes. Please no. Calm down. Go away!

Thancred followed Urianger’s gaze down to his own lap. Surprise jolted through him, redness spilling bright up his ears as his eyes darted back up to Urianger’s face. "Shit, Urianger. I'm sorry, it just— it just happens, you know. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I— please don't run away."

It had been a consideration. He forced himself to stay, despite the antsy twitch of his legs. How could Urianger express to him that it wasn't Thancred that made him wish to flee? It was a natural response, full well did he know that. He was not unimmune himself to the natural course of biology; he was familiar enough with the body’s automatic response to such... stimulating situations... But the way that his own blood raced, his mind filling with thoughts of kissing Thancred, of holding him, of... "It's— I know. Mine apologies. Pray forgive my response, I simply— I'm not—"

Seemingly assuaged that Urianger wasn't going to flee despite the tension that still sung through his legs braced where they around his hips, Thancred softened. He reached up to brush a hand along Urianger’s face — not holding, just touching, allowing Urianger to move away if he wished. Allowing him the opportunity to run, even if he hoped he wouldn't. "Hey," he said, his voice soft and soothing as he drew Urianger’s attention back to him. "I know you're not. It's okay, it doesn't mean anything, really."

Urianger merely nodded, not quite able to bring himself to look up and meet Thancred’s gaze, no matter how reassuring those steady hazel eyes would be. Not when his smalls were still uncomfortably tight beneath his robes, rubbing against his skin in all the wrong ways. His hands fisted in his robes, grateful that the heavy fall of fabric hid it from view.

Thancred's thumb stroked along his cheek, gentle and soothing. He scratched lightly at the edge of Urianger’s beard, the pleasant shift of the hair beneath his finger tingling along Urianger’s skin. A welcome distraction from other, less pleasant tinglings. Slowly, the sensation faded, and with it, the tension leeched from Urianger’s body until he was able to meet Thancred's eyes.

Thancred was watching him warmly, waiting, a reassuring smile on his lips. "There, that's better," he said. He leaned in and Urianger braced himself for another kiss, but Thancred’s lips landed instead in the tip of his nose: a quick, light brush. His lips were damp from their earlier kiss, softened by their shared saliva as they ghosted against Urianger’s skin.

Urianger’s heart caught in his throat, snatching his breath to reside there with it. That was a new kiss. Of all the places Thancred’s lips had touched, they had never touched him there. His mouth, his cheek, his brow, but never his nose. It was different from the others. Lighter. Sweet and cute and playful and... Affectionate.

Not that kissing Thancred wasn't always affectionate; the mere act of kissing necessitated affection. But this was different, somehow. More like the stroke of a thumb up the back of his hand while their fingers twined, or the caress of fingers through his hair while Thancred helped lull him to sleep. Like....

Like the countless little gestures Thancred doted upon him each and every day. A hand on his back when he was stressed. The bump of a knee beneath the table. A mellow voice reminding him to stretch out his back and asking if he'd eaten. Thancred’s every gesture was full of that same sort of soft affection. How long had he looked upon Urianger so, with that delicate warmth in his gaze, without his notice?

Urianger’s eyes lifted to meet Thancred’s, seeing as if for the first time the way the light haloed his features in a gentle radiance. The way his eyes softened at the corners as he looked at him. The private smile that graced his lips, the one he shared only with Urianger and none other. It widened as he reached forward, tucking a stray lock of hair behind Urianger’s ear. "What do you say we finish getting ready for this trip. Best be prepared for anything, right?"

Urianger could only nod, the swell of emotion beneath his breast staying his tongue. Oh. So that's what I've been feeling all this time.

[Kofi/Commissions]

#posts to ao3 - comes to tumblr to make post - immediately forgets what i titled the damned chapter and has to go back and check #someday i'll make up a master list for this fic. hopefully some day soon #I wasn't really expecting it to be as long as it's getting and tracking down the past chapters to link to is getting to be frustrating #ffxiv #final fantasy xiv #thanuri #urithan #thancred #urianger #ffxiv fanfiction #first for everything #my writing #~k

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nikikikiko · 2 months

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Chapter 2 is up!

last post of the night before i head off tumblr but here's chapter 2 of Serendipity!

You can read chapter 2 here: !!!

#afk arena #afk lucilla #afk liberta #afk eugene #afk gavus #i've been in a huge kick today #hopefully this lasts some more bc writing was super fun #not to mention ... the silly adventures ....#I swear we are getting closer to when Eugene finally enters the goddamn fic #he's coming soon

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httpiastri · 3 months

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started a new job on monday so i've been extremely stressed out and barely in here at all. thankfully i have tomorrow and friday off (!!! racing again!!!!!) so i'll be in and answering asks & writing. and probs kinda live commentating the f2 & f3 events <3 have this osc cutie scrunch & his pretty nose as an apology for not answering asks 🤲

#never not gonna coo when i see his nose 🫶🫶#hopefully should be able to post some starting things for the ollie paul fic soon #like some kind of intro chapters ish #i even made some social media au things 😵 bcs i thought that would be cute #ollie & yn are the sweetest ever #well mostly ollie #my biggest concern rn is that i still cant make banners or dividers or a theme or anything that looks pretty #so uh i would rlly need some help w that #but ill come back to that another day

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galaxyhanart · 10 months

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Hiii

Where can I read this AU?

I've been DYING to read it, I love it so much!! It's amazing what you're doing!

WAHHH thank you so much!! I'm working on the fic for the AU right now actually, so it isn't up yet but I'm working on the prologue/first chapter! once i have that finished and some progress on other chapters i'll be posting it, probably on Ao3, and I'll definitely be announcing it here with links and everything

for the time being though the masterpost for the AU can be found here and the comics that started it all here and here!

#i would've started the fic wayyyYYYYYY earlier but i was in my senior year of college until last month #so obviously i had some other priorities lmao #also everything is tagged under the AU tag #so you can look there for more info! just note that any answers to asks about plot details are subject to change as i've rewritten and #reworked things over the past few months #BUT YEAH i'm so glad you like the AU!!! hopefully the fic will be coming out soon :D #ninjago #cabinet man AU #jay walker #galaxyhantalks #ask

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landinrris · 4 days

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#inadvertenly made a wall of ~aesthetic~ collages but it's four different covers/storyboard type things im playing with for this fic #been playing around with some different pics and layouts and wanted to post them here to see what theyre looking like. feel free to ignore #getting a good balance of color and art when the sketches are so important is harder than i thought 😅#really partial to 1 and 3 though so we'll see soon hopefully!#these very serious school things coming up soon may delay things but I'll keep trucking regardless #birdsong au core

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theinfinitedivides · 9 months

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me seeing all of the MD discourse once again cursing out Gil Chae and calling her weak/a bitch for still turning down Jang Hyun's proposal before he left with the Crown Prince:

#tv: my dearest #my dearest #mbc my dearest #namgoong min #nam goong min #ahn eun jin #kdrama #local gay watches My Dearest (and is subsequently f*cked up).txt #local gay watches k-dramas.txt #i still haven't caught up but rn ik it's not as bad as everyone thinks it is. y'all asked for angst you got it why are you freaking tf out #pls. all i needed to know was that Ryang Eum was alive (he is). we can deal with the consequences of his actions later but guess what #people. do. dumb and stupid sh*t. pay for that sh*t. realize it wasn't a good idea. he probably realized that when sh*t went down #but ffs where are y'all's reading comprehension where did it go #she did what she had to do to survive. if it was ep 2!Gil Chae before the war (and minus Yeon Joon) if she had her eye on Jang Hyun #she would have thrown herself at him. f*ck the officer and f*ck everyone else that's her man!!!!!#we're in ep 10. she has been through hell and back. her priority rn is not romance her priority is providing for everyone else #tl;dr i will defend Gil Chae with my life. Ryang Eum is my son so i will also defend him but he needs some sense knocked into him #and hopefully a way to sort things out with Jang Hyun bc that. that will be the breakup that ruins me officially not our OTP #i came in expecting that as a possibility sksksksk #anyway RyangHyun fic coming soon-ish. at least it'll tide me over until October rip

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bizarrelittlemew · 9 months

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tagged by @pinktyler aka josh dickfuckk dot tumble to do this ✌️

i will tag uhh @xoxoemynn @saltpepperbeard @snake-snack-stede @darkinerry @ella-doe @sherlockig no pressure!!

#the downloaded version was crap quality so i took screenshots #i don't know what this says about me but yeah #chose the one for 6 months because it felt more representative lmao and because hair is on there #no 3 is very related to a fic that will hopefully come soon-ish ✌️#no. 1 is my current “have to listen on repeat for some godforsaken reason” song #which i realize i definitely have from my dad who once held a party where layla by derek & the dominos was the ONLY song played all night #to be fair it is a banger but to also be fair they had to move the needle every 4 minutes since it was in vinyl times 💀#still have the record but it is too scratchy to be played anymore lmao #tag game

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vmbrq · 9 months

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miss ur ethan blurbs

aw bby :( thank you sm, that’s really wonderful to hear <3 i’ve missed posting them, too. life’s just been SUPER busy, and whenever it hasn’t been, i’ve had zero motivation to do anything. but i am TRYING for sure😭

#like idk if i wanna pour my soul into these fics if feedback is hard to come by in the fandom #or maybe it’s not and it’s just my own personal experience and what i’ve seen so far #but like #the pouring of the soul has already started so now it’s just awkward trying to continue LMAO #but i’ll figure it out #at some point #hopefully soon

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tragidean · 2 years

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the richest fools alive [18k] (ao3) a gift for @myaimistrue !

Somehow, the hit to his pride hurts worse than the broken tooth and the bruise under his eye. At least, Dean tells himself that. The back door clangs across the alleyway, and the noise of Van Halen, once pleasant to his ears, only turns his stomach sour. Overhead, the stars shine, barely visible above the glow of the streetlamps. Cars pass by on the two-lane, oblivious.

Legs aching and his stomach waffling, Dean slinks to the ground, out of the way of an indeterminate stain and far enough away from the dumpster that it doesn't invade his nose. He leans his head back and lets the pain wash over him from his ankles to his scalp. The worst of it centers around a lower rib. With every breath, pain shoots through his body, leaving him wincing and wrapping his arms tight around his stomach.

Arguably not the worst night of his life, but definitely the first time someone decided to throw words into the mix. Most of them, he can’t remember. Others, he couldn't forget if he tried. For a few minutes, he waits in silence, anticipating another blow from someone wanting to take a swing. Nothing happens, and the night moves on.

“Shit,” Dean whines and rubs his cheek. Tears prickle behind closed eyelids. He can hear his father berating him from a thousand miles away, telling him to get off his ass and pack his shit, leave for the next town before dawn. Pain means nothing—pain is a concept, and Dean doesn’t feel it, because it isn’t real. Push it out of your mind, he tells himself. You don’t hurt.

He should leave. Should get up and walk the two blocks to his motel room, but the alley seems like a better place to sleep, one that doesn’t require undressing or looking at himself in the mirror. Footsteps approach, walking past. Footsteps approach, and stop for a long too-many seconds. Dean sniffles and opens a blurry eye. Blocking the light of a streetlamp, a man stands, his face obscured and his hands hanging limp at his sides. His coat hangs down to his ankles, and his tie sits at a bad angle, haphazardly tied in the dark.

Whether or not he was in the bar, Dean never saw him. “Look, ride’s closed, pal,” he says, palming his eyes dry. “Come back next week, I won’t be here.”

No reply. Making his way to his feet, Dean braces his hand against the wall, willing his knees to cooperate. A twinge runs up through his thighs. He pats his back pocket for his wallet and his phone. Still, the man stands there, his head cocked and his lips pulled into a line. In the shadows, Dean finds his eyes, narrowed in either fascination or disgust. Whatever it is, he ignores it and makes to leave. “You gonna move?”

“Dean,” the man says—

And Dean lunges, slamming him into a wall. Elbow across his chest, Dean keeps him pinned with his teeth gritted and his back molar screaming at him to stop. “Who are you, huh?” Dean hisses. He grabs ahold of the man’s tie, looping it around his fist. He could choke the guy—could strangle him if he needed, giving him enough time to run. “What, you didn't get the memo? I’m fuckin’ done for the night.”

No movement, no sound—then, a hand to his shoulder, nails digging into the well-worn leather of his coat. A cold sweat breaks out across Dean’s skin, his heart pounding unevenly in his chest. Never once does it attempt to move higher or lower—his hand stays, gripping Dean’s shoulder like it’s supposed to mean something, like it’s supposed to help. “Let me explain—”

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pocket-sized-nightmare · 1 year

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but the water's rising (quicker than light and sound)

(title from "notos" by the oh hellos!)

Phee has been out of quarantine for a month and a half when she realizes Earth is not so different from Lumeria.

The Rift is strange in a thousand ways — the ways people dress, the ways they talk, the new language all of them know that Phee has been slowly struggling to learn with the help (if you can call it that) of the human, Charlie, who’s been talking to her since day one. But she’s most of all confused by the way it looks.

Phee's old city was surrounded by water on all sides. There were days when it was a little darker than usual or a little more turbulent as the city’s movement shifted, but there was no such thing as weather. Now that she’s in the Rift, she’s gotten used to the main ones. There are the warm bright days that make her want to spend every hour outside. There are the humid, foggy ones that distract her from class every fifteen seconds by the weight of the water in her mind giving her headaches. There are even the beautiful days Charlie calls “glow-ups,” where glittering lights rise from the ground and leave Phee mesmerized. (She’s only ever seen one of them, but she remembers every detail.) If she’s being honest, it’s one thing she likes better about Earth than Lumeria, not that she’d ever admit it to anyone back home. Not that she has any way of admitting it.

The day starts normally. Phee wakes up to the heavy, static-y feeling of water droplets all around her and realizes it’s going to be another foggy day. Next to her, Waverly checks the weather forecast and mutters “Ugh, looks like rain today,” then bounces off to breakfast before Phee can ask her what the new word means. Phee picks up Lu, makes a note to look the word up later (in English, which she’s very proud of), and sets off to breakfast herself.

She makes it through the school day in one piece, despite her powers distracting her all day. She barely understands a word of most of her classes, but when she looks up from her paper in science class with a frustrated expression, she sees Charlie giving her an equally confused look and smiles. Maybe she and the other humans aren’t so different after all.

It's when she leaves Riftside High at the end of the day and goes to sit outside with Charlie that she realizes something is very strange. The weather has gotten hotter and more humid all day, and Phee can barely stand to be outside in it. That's not the strangest part, though. Clouds have gathered in the sky above her. Phee’s seen clouds before, of course, but these don’t look the same. They look dark and angry, blocking out the sun. The water around her gets heavier and heavier. Phee remembers this. “Charlie, we should go inside,” she says.

“Nah, it’s all good. I like the rain," Charlie responds, flopping down on her back in the grass with her face turned towards the sky. “Besides, it’s been so hot all day. It’ll feel so nice.”

That reminds Phee. “Charlie, what does rain mean?”

“You’ve been here for almost two months, and nobody’s taught you the word rain?”

“No. What's rain?”

“Rain is like-“ She’s interrupted by a few sudden drops of water falling from the sky. Phee reaches up distractedly, feeling them fall onto her skin. That's not normal. That cannot be normal. Water does not fall onto people. Is Earth a water planet too and nobody’s told her? Charlie isn’t panicking, though, so Phee tries to calm her nerves as she lies down on the grass next to her.

That's a mistake.

The heavens suddenly open up all at once, drenching both Phee and Charlie. “This is fine,” Charlie says. Phee, unconvinced, immediately throws up a barrier over her and Charlie, protecting them both from the rain. Charlie looks up and sees it. “Oh, this is nice, actually. I forgot you could do this.”

“But this is okay, right? All of this is okay?”

“Oh, yeah. This is what rain means. Water falling from the sky.”

“Oh.” Phee breathes a sigh of relief. “I thought it was dangerous or something.”

At that moment, the loudest boom Phee’s heard on Earth echoes across the school. A few students around them jump and look up at the sky. Phee screams and covers her ears, distracting her from the water barrier. All the water that’s collected on it immediately falls onto them. Charlie, now fully soaked, looks at Phee with an exasperated expression, then stops as she realizes how distressed her alien friend seems. “Phee, this is all-“

A loud, piercing alarm sounds across the field. “Yeah, they’re right, we should go in now,” Charlie says, grabbing Phee's arm to help her up. As Phee stands, though, Charlie realizes just how panicked she looks. Her eyes are glowing bright pink, and she’s crying. In her terrified state, she can barely form sentences at all, let alone in English, but she’s trying. “No! What's going on? We have to leave! We’re not safe!”

“Phee, I swear we’re fine,” Charlie says, glaring at a group of other students who are now looking at Phee with confused and judgmental stares. “This is normal.”

“This is not normal! We have to go!” Phee yells, crying harder. A flash of white light illuminates the sky, followed almost immediately by another crash. Her body has stopped moving by now, and she isn’t sure if her mind is still on Earth, or if it’s back on Lumeria, watching her whole life fall apart. Water had poured onto her then, too. Buildings had crashed apart, electricity flickering on and off. And that had all ended in tragedy. She's going to watch two planets die. Crive, she’s probably going to die with it. She tries to take another step, but she slips on the wet grass and falls, scraping both knees. They hurt, and her ears hurt, and all she can think of is all the water around her. Her planet is dying again. How could this happen twice?

“Phee, get up. Come on. We’re both getting soaked," Charlie says impatiently. She's clearly concerned about Phee, but she has no idea what’s going on or how to help her. “It's okay. This is literally just a thunderstorm-“

It occurs to her. “You’ve never seen a thunderstorm before.”

Phee shakes her head. Charlie almost laughs. “Oh, wow. Yeah, this must be a lot. Come inside, and I'll tell you what’s going on.”

A teacher notices them as they walk towards the doors. “Girls, why are you still outside? It’s not safe for you two to still be out here.”

Phee sees Charlie wince just a bit. She assumes it’s out of fear. (Charlie barely understands why she feels so strange. Maybe it’s because he automatically assumed they were girls. Which is weird, because they are. Is Phee? Does Phee even know gender? She’ll have to ask.) Either way, this worries Phee, who grabs Charlie's hand and squeezes it. “We’re just coming inside now,” Charlie explains. “Phee’s never seen a thunderstorm before.”

“Oh,” the teacher says with an expression that makes it very clear he’s only now realized that Phee is the new alien everyone’s been talking about. Phee and Charlie hurry inside and down the hallway before he can ask any more questions.

They sit down on beanbag chairs in the library, where Charlie sees Mara at a nearby table with a group of mages. Mara gives Charlie a quizzical expression, seeing the alien panicking next to her. Charlie shoots back a brief text of i’ll explain later, then turns back to Phee. “Okay. So. This is a thunderstorm. It's like rain, but a lot bigger. Sometimes it causes lightning, which is like electricity from the sky. There are electric elementals, I think. You might know some. It's like them. And then the lightning makes those noises, which are called thunder. It doesn’t happen super often, but it does happen sometimes.”

“It’s normal?” Phee asks, sighing in relief. “Earth just does that? Your planet is weird.”

“Yeah, it is,” Charlie says. “What did you even think was happening?”

“Um.” Phee doesn’t want to get into any of that right now. “I thought that maybe we were in trouble. There was an alarm…”

“Oh, that thing. That's the lightning alarm. It goes off to make sure no one’s outside to get struck by lightning. Because that stuff is actually dangerous. It’s a really annoying sound, though. You might want to get used to it.”

“Okay.” Phee takes a deep breath, absorbing everything, then takes out her notebook and writes a page of bulletpoints detailing what Charlie just said. She finishes out the page with ‘does not mean Earth is dying,’ then shuts the notebook and turns back to Charlie. “I have a lot to learn about your planet.”

“I have a lot to teach you,” Charlie says.

Charlie pulls out her phone and scrolls through her texts while Phee turns to gaze out the window, jumping slightly every time she sees lightning or hears thunder. Maybe she’s just a water elemental, but it’s actually a little bit beautiful.

Maybe someday, she’s going to love it.

#riftside #the unleashed #my first tumblr fic!! aaa #i've been writing a bunch of stuff recently so hopefully i'll have more to share soon #btw waverly is the name i've given to phee's old roommate (the one who moved out before daniel) – she's relevant in another fic i wrote #but yeah!! i love all of these characters so so much #(also there are some hints of trans charlie in there because that is one of my favorite headcanons)#more to come hopefully?#phee #mara greer #charlie king #strawburry17 #ripmika #shubble #pixel writes

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