#outside pov my beloved

[thecousinsdangereux]

the gods we can touch [2/?]

pairing: Ava/Beatrice (Warrior Nun)

rating: T

chapter word count: 4,527

chapter summary: 

Hans has always been good with people, with recognizing the layers to them and guessing what might lie underneath. But nothing quite prepares him for the way Beatrice melts into Ava — how her posture, countenance, and demeanor shift into something else entirely — when she makes Ava laugh again, this time on purpose.

notes: Why wouldn't I write outside POV from a character that has like two lines????

chapter link: AO3

playlist link: SPOTIFY

#avatrice #warrior nun #writing #outside pov my beloved #I'm sure everyone wants to read about Hans the Bartender hfajkshkljsd #Switzerland Era

[backpackingspace]

okay but I would love to see the jun wu reveal fight scene from the other gods perspective. Like this massive thing happens. Naturally there's a fight and xie lian is just ....standing there. While jun wu kicked their asses one handed because he still hasn't let go of xie lians arm.

#heaven official's blessing #Heaven officials blessing spoilers #Jun wu #Xie lian #The other (martial) gods #Like can you imagine #Here's this guy that everybody thinks is a joke but who you know can kick ass and that he's probably the strongest #Here you are fighting for your life because suddenly the emperor is an evil ghost king #And this guys just standing there while jun wu holds on to him and Beats you up one handed #I bet they were FUMING #But can you imagine the gossip the drama #Especially afterwards when the emperor dragged xl into every single gods house and was like here's a fucked up choice #Designed specifically to teach his forced son a lesson #While still holding xie lians wrist #Outside pov my beloved

[sp0o0kylights]

Part Two / Part Three

Ao3

It's 8:45 am. 

The Red Barn, which is neither red nor a barn, has been open since 7, catering to the early morning crowd with rounds of coffee and pancakes.

It was no Benny's, but given the size of Hawkins and the lack of alternatives?

No one was complaining. 

They were all too happy someone had opened up another watering hole for the working class man (or lass, as Foreman Shelly will dutifully remind you) which meant the place was packed with both day and night shift regulars, passing each other in staggered waves. 

It also meant Wayne was sharing the packed breakfast counter with a warehouse worker by the name of John Cheese on one side and Police Chief Jim Hopper on the other.

He doesn't mind it.

Wayne's a man on a budget thinner than his shoelace, but he's also a man who understands that small indulgences need to be made in life or you didn't truly live it.

This is how he convinces himself to get a coffee at the Barn after work everyday, reading the morning newspaper and chatting with the other regulars before he heads home.

Bonus, it gets him out of the rapid-fire franticness that is his nephew in the mornings.

(All the love in the world wouldn't change the fact that all that Eddie came with a lot of noise. 

The kind of noise that was a tried and true recipe for a headache right after a long shift.)

As a trade off, Wayne went to bed early so he could wake up in time for dinner with Eddie.

 It was a nice little system that worked for them. 

A routine Wayne was reminiscing fondly on, when the pager on Chief Hopper started to chirp. With a sad moan, the man fished out a few crumbled bills and threw them on the counter, abandoning his coffee to trudge out to his truck.

This was not unusual.

Particularly recently, given they were but a scant few weeks past that whole mall ordeal. A fact all too easy to remember when one caught sight of the Chief’s still healing face. 

What was unusual, was when he came storming through the doors a minute later, face now a furious shade of red with his hat clenched in his hand. 

The energy in the room shifted, taking on something a little watchful as Hopper swept his gaze from side to side, like a dog on the hunt.

Judging by the way he stilled when he caught sight of Wayne, the latter assumed he found what he was looking for and could only pray it was the person behind him. 

(He liked John, but Wayne had enough trouble this year and he wasn't looking for any more.) 

"Munson." Hopper called, striding over and dashing all his hopes. There was a choked fury emitting off him, and given the way John audibly scooted his chair away, Wayne knew everyone had clocked it. 

"Chief." Wayne greeted, inclining his head towards him.

Idly he wondered what the hell his nephew had done this time.

'So help me if he stole all the town's lawn flamingos and put them in that damn teachers yard again….'

Wayne didn't even get to finish his threat, the Chief was already next to him. 

"Mind if I have a word outside?" 

Dammit Eddie.

"Ah hell, what's he done now?" Wayne asked with a sigh, eyeing the coffee he had left morosely. 

There was still almost half of it left and the pot had tasted fresh for once. 

"What?" Hopper said, and then Wayne got to watch as the man ran through an entire chain of thoughts, each one punctuated by things like; "Oh," and "No. " 

"This is something else." He finished, flushed and fidgeting, anger making him antsy. 

Wayne stared up at him. 

"Something else?" He repeated, not sure he heard.

"Yes, something else." Hopper snapped impatiently, before leaning forward, voice dropping low. "This doesn't involve your nephew, but we both know you owe me for how many times I've let that kid off, Wayne. That's a damn big favor I've been doing you and I'm calling it in." 

If it were any other cop, it'd sound like a threat.

It was Hopper though. The same Hopper who Wayne had gone to school with.

They'd never been friends exactly, but they had been friendly and remained so. Even now, after Wayne had taken Eddie in, who’d gone on to be an undeniable pain in the local PD’s ass. 

Hopper really did let the kid off easy. 

Wayne really did owe him. 

So he put down his coffee with a sigh, passed his newspaper over to John and stood up, motioning for Hopper to lead the way. Got into the Chief’s truck when he waved him in, and didn’t make a big fuss when Hopper tore out of the parking lot like hell was about to open up under them. 

"Not a lot of the kids involved in the mall fire could be identified, but a few of them were." Hopper started, which felt nonsensical given the utter lack of context. 

Wayne hummed to show he’d heard. 

“Some of them got banged up more than others, and a lot of people wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t make it.” 

A pause, Hopper white knuckling the steering wheel as he swung the truck hard around a turn. 

“For certain people, those kids dying is the preferred outcome.” 

A mix of fear and warning swopped low in Wayne’s gut. 

"Jim." Wayne said, dropping the use of a last name because if any situation called for it, it was this one. "What exactly are you saying here?" 

The Chief chewed on his split lip. 

"I know you're smart, Munson. I know you, and plenty of others are aware that something's happening, been happening in this town." 

Which was a hell of an understatement if you asked Wayne. Plenty of the upper classes might be able to bury their heads when it came to the military parading about and the flow of “accidents” they brought in their wake, but then, they didn't see all the other signs of trouble. 

The absolute oddity that was Starcourt’s construction. 

How it had been built using primarily outside crews and anyone who'd taken a singular look at the site could tell you they were building it weird. 

Weird as in it looked like it would have a multi-level basement, and not what a mall should have. 

Then there were the constant electrical problems. The backups upon backups that failed. The late night delivery vans headed out to the Hawkins Lab. 

The things in the woods that kept spooking all the deer and the weird markings they left behind that unnerved even the hardest of hunters. 

This didn’t even touch the Russian military that more than one reputable person swore was hanging around. 

The very same Wayne himself had seen, on more than one occasion. 

(And you couldn’t deny it; those boys were military. Past or present, it didn’t matter. They moved like a threat, and Wayne treated them like one, staying well clear.)

"Yeah." Wayne admitted. "I also know better than to stick my nose in it." 

"That makes you a smarter man than me.' Hop complained under his breath, but the anger was self directed. 

"The point is, there are some government types crawling around, doing shit they shouldn't be doing, and more than a few of them are in the business of making people disappear.” 

This was absolutely not where Wayne had thought this was going. 

Hopper took a breath. Than another.

A third.

It was starting to make Wayne nervous, in a way he hadn’t felt since a social worker had brought Eddie to him for the last time and final time. It was the feeling that things were about to shift in a way that would change the course of his life. 

"Steve Harrington is sitting in my office right now, beat to absolute shit.” Hopper admitted.

Wayne gave him the floor to talk, letting him go at his own pace without interruptions. 

“He's there because some of those government types finally figured out his parents are never fucking home.” 

Wayne sucked in a breath. 

"We both know his parents, Wayne. Harassing them to come back and take care of their kid won't work, and frankly, I’m beginning to think all the phone lines are tapped anyway.” He winced here, like voicing such a thing pained him, and Wayne understood.

It sounded a little too out there, a little like he was buying into a conspiracy. 

Except he wasn’t. Wayne knew he wasn’t. 

Jim Hopper might have been an alcoholic, a man living in pain and unconcerned with his own life, but if there was one thing he was solid for, it was shit like this.

He didn’t jump to conclusions. Didn’t believe the first thing people told him. Even at his worst, he did the work to see what was really happening, and made his decisions from there. 

(Even if that decision was to accept the occasional bribe, or drive an intoxicated 13 year old Eddie home instead of hauling his ass into the drunk tank.) 

“Harrington won’t admit it, but he’s got a hell of a concussion if not a full blown brain injury and he’s not reacting as well as he should to Suites trying to run him off the road.” Hopper continued. Angrily, he added, “Damn kid didn’t even come to me until they tried to break into his house last night.” 

His fingers squeezed the wheel so hard Wayne heard the leather creak in protest. 

“I’d take him, but my cabin is being renovated from…” He trailed off, heaving a sigh.

 “A storm, so me and my kid are bunked with the Byers right now and we’re full up.” 

Hawkins hadn't had a storm like that in years, but Wayne wasn't going to call him out on the blatant lie. 

“I need a place to stash him for the next few weeks, until I can work with some of the higher ups sniffing around, and get them to call off their attack dogs.” 

“And you want to stuff him with me.” Wayne finished. 

“I know you don’t have the room.” Hopper admitted easily, stopping his truck at a red light and locking eyes with the other man. “But I also know you’ll be the last place anyone would look for him.” 

'Ain’t that the damn truth.'

“You’re really gonna go this far for a Harrington?” Wayne asked, instead of the million of other questions leaping to the forefront of his mind. 

This one, he figured, was the most important. 

“He’s not his dad.” Hopper said, as firm as Wayne had ever heard him. “He’s not either of his parents, and he saved my little girl.” 

Wayne hadn’t even known Hopper had another little girl, but he also knew better than to ask where the guy had found one. 

It wasn’t his business, just as nothing else Jim was involved in, was his business.

Except, apparently, Steve Harrington. 

“I’m gonna need my own truck if I’m takin' Harrington home.” Wayne said easily, instead of bothering to ask anything else.

If Jim said the kid was different than his daddy, then he was--because when it came to things like that, Jim didn't lie.

No point in it. 

“I know. Just needed to talk to you first, without anyone overhearing.” Jim said, before swinging the police truck around and heading back to the Barn. 

“I’ll stay in contact with you, and I’ll make sure Harrington pays you for the pleasure of your hospitality. Just--” Here Jim cut himself off, looking like he was struggling an awful lot with the next thing he wanted to say. 

Once again, Wayne waited him out.

“Don’t let Steve fool you. He’s good at fooling people, letting them think he’s okay. Too good at it, and between the two of us, I have a real good idea of the reason why.” 

A memory came to Wayne unbidden, of Richard Harrington and Chet Hagan, beating some poor kid in the highschool bathroom bloody. The grins on their faces as the poor guy wailed for them to stop.

How they almost hadn’t. 

“Alright.” Wayne agreed.

Hopper swung back into the Barn's parking lot, and Wayne moved right to his own beat to shit truck, ready to follow Jim back to the police station.

He wasn’t a praying man, not anymore, but Catholisim wasn’t a thing that let you go easy. 

He found himself sending up a quick prayer, fingers flicking in a kind of miniature version of the sign of the cross. 

Considering his own kid’s history with Harrington, and the sheer small space of the trailer? 

Wayne had a feeling it was needed.

#this has like t wo more parts #pre steddie #wayne as a BAMF #wayne and Hopper both as psuedo parents to Steve #ya'll are gonna have to put up with my weird ass jumping all over the place warm ups sorry lol #Gary's fourth piece is coming no worries #and then this will either take its place or the other one I have will #you CANNOT look me in the eye and tell me all the blue color workers arent aware shits going down #like 100% local crews took one look at starcourt and went what the fuck #nevermind you know the local power plant lol #and with demo critters running around its not like they were tearing through brushes and shit #your local hunters are gonna know somethings up #anyway #beat to shit Steve Harrington #my beloved #hes gonna show up busted to shit with a major grade concussion and Eddie is gonna shit himself #steve harrington #steddie #I spelled collar color and im not changing it #outsider pov #wayne pov #I will write the first person who knows where I pulled John from a prompt of their choice #catholic wayne munson #jim hopper

[zunaki]

Wangxian in public being disgustingly in love and the Juniors on a matchmaking mission

#Outsider POV and matchmaking my beloved #i feel like in the the Untamed version Wangxian probably took some time to get together #like after Wwx got back to the Cloud Recesses after his big journey they danced around each other #but still look exactly like a couple #and everyone is getting sick of their pining #so the Juniors are coming up with stupid plans to get them together and chaos ensures #i might have read every fanfic on Ao3 with this exact plot #might make a small comic with that idea one day #wangxian #wangxian fanart #the untamed #the untamed fanart #mdzs #mdzs fanart #wei wuxian #lan wangji #lan sizhui #lan jingyi #jin ling #ouyang zizhen #wei ying #lan zhan #wei wuxian fanart #lan wangji fanart #art #digital art

[groenendaelfic]

One day Simon will start uni*, only to realize that he's surrounded by people who think HE is the posh, privileged kid with no clue how the real world works, and that day will be hilariously glorious.

* or be conscripted—super unlikely, but a fic writer can dream

#he went to Hillerska! #the fanciest school there is #spent years rubbing shoulders with the wealthy elite #(all puns intended) #he banged the Crown Prince #he bagged the Crown Prince #what can he know about anything? #surely the press were exaggerating when they mentioned his background ... #outsider pov my beloved #young royals #fic ideas #simon eriksson #random ramblings

[thelastwalkingsoul]

I don’t usually beg for fics but pls someone has to write this

#I’d die for this fic idea #seriously #I don’t think y’all understand how much I like outsider pov’s #especially when the person finds out at the end #it’s my favourite #also #clarkson my beloved

[daily-hanamura]

#p4 #persona 4 #p4au #persona 4 arena ultimax #hanamura yosuke #yosuke hanamura #mitsuru kirijo #im always weak for outsider POV but especially this especially when its someonr getting a read on yosuke and understanding him #yes yosuke is very sensitive and empathetic and emotional he feels so much about everything and he also seems to be so frustrated by it #but like mitsuru said ITS A STRENGTH #yosuke my beloved my absolute precious #he's good with his queue

[peterbwatsonparker]

peter must be so spooky as a teacher lbr. not even bc he keeps finding ways to help with their non-academic problems (how does he know? where does he meet all these people?) but because you can absolutely get away with NOTHING in his class.

a not inconsiderable number of students are running a bet as to whether he for real has eyes in the back of his head

#peter parker #spider-man #marvel #forever thinking of that one panel of him catching a paper ball without looking #teacher peter my beloved #frfr i would read a whole comic on midtown high while peter was teaching #outside pov slice of life my beloved

[rosewind2007]

You know what would absolutely make my day?

Martha Wells publishing a short story from Dr. Gurathin’s POV—it could be so interesting, we don’t know what he’s up to in the Network Effect/System Collapse timeframe and seeing things from an augmented human’s (especially THIS augmented human) view point could be fascinating!

Just offering up a prayer, really

The fact we know Dastmalchian is playing him would just make it the sweeter?

#murderbot #the murderbot diaries #murderbot diaries #gurathin #secunit #martha wells #gurathin my beloved #all systems red #exit strategy #fugitive telemetry #outsider pov #Gurathin pov #dr gurathin #dr. gurathin #david dastmalchian #Dastmalchian #murderbot tv show

[cykelops]

me when I read the hundredth “everybody but sanji and zoro think sanji and zoro are married” fic

#POV outsider my beloved

[lunannex]

sunken treasures

Fandom: Genshin Impact | Alhaitham/Kaveh | Rated: T | Word count: 8.8k |

Summary:

Let’s get one thing clear, Lambad’s not an idiot. He’s heard the gossip.

The Scribe of the Akademiya and the Light of Kshahrewar. Alhaitham and Kaveh. Kaveh and Alhaitham. Two sides of a mirror. You can’t have one without the other.

———

Or, Kaveh and Alhaitham through Lambad’s eyes.

#my writing #haikaveh #genshin impact #kavetham #kaveh #alhaitham #outsider pov fics my BELOVED

[thesummerestsolstice]

Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: The Silmarillion and other histories of Middle-Earth - J. R. R. Tolkien Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Maedhros | Maitimo & Original Male Character(s) Characters: Maedhros (Tolkien), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: POV Outsider, OC POV, Detailed desciptions of Maedhros, A proto-Rohirric twink named Edoran, Eldritch Peredhel (Tolkien), Eldritch Elves (Tolkien) Summary:

Arda is full of beings who are more myth than reality, especially to those who aren't used to its strangeness. Here are stories about a few of them, seen through the eyes of those who meet, feared, and revered them.

Alternate title: elves and half-elves deserve to be a little eldritch. As a treat.

(Content Warnings are posted at the beginning of each chapter)

The first chapter is up! Featuring Maedhros in all his wrathful glory, and a knight seeking aid for his people.

#silmarillion #silm fic #maedhros #outsider pov #Edoran my beloved

[the-amber-raven]

Snippet Sunday

I got tagged by @made-ofmemories for Tidbit Tuesday but was too distracted by starting my new job and editing the second half of anniversary fic to post anything then, so I'm using it as an excuse to post for Snippet Sunday instead! Feel free to use this as an excuse to post your own snippet should you want one :)

Here's a couple hundred words from the Abby fic since I am determined to get stuck into it properly (although the ideas for the 6b fic also keep hounding me... sometimes I wish I was better at writing two things at once 😅)

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“You know, Buck wasn’t quite what I expected,” Sam said, still looking thoughtful. 

“What do you mean?” Abby asked, curious and slightly surprised. 

“I just – based on your stories, I knew he was a man with a good heart, but I also thought he would be a bit of a reckless thrill-seeker,” Sam expounded. His free hand drifted towards the stitched-up wound on his chest. “But he was… a lot more measured than I expected. Good at keeping things close to his chest.”

“Buck? Measured?” Abby chuckled, sure that no one had ever accused Buck of such a thing. 

“I didn’t even know he was your Buck until you joined us at the ambulance,” Sam continued undeterred. “You told him to look out for me, so he definitely knew who I was. He kept me talking about you without ever giving me a hint about his own history with you.”  

“You were injured, traumatised, and on some pretty heavy-duty painkillers,” Abby pointed out. “Not exactly in the best shape to be picking up on hints.” 

“True,” Sam conceded, although he didn’t sound fully convinced. 

“Believe me, with Buck, what you see is what you get,” Abby said fondly. It was one of the main things which had drawn her to him. With how complex and difficult her life was at the time, it had been so refreshing to have something so simple and uncomplicated with Buck.

#9-1-1 #writing #snippet sunday #the abby fic #outsider POV my beloved #and yes I would definitely classify Abby as an outsider #especially by season 3

[daintyduck99]

Hand holding prompts! ❤️ "making the effort to find where their partner is and dragging them by the hand rather than just calling them over to where they wanted them in the first place." and peterpatterlina??

Alex trails behind his bandmates on the boardwalk, stealing glances at his boyfriend. He bites down on a smile as Willie swings their hands, loping along with a skip in his step, and a little girl darts out of their way. His hand is hot in Alex's, and their palms are a little sweaty, but he's not letting go for anything, never again.

His boyfriend.

He's got a living, breathing boyfriend.

He tilts his face toward the sun, basking in its warmth and the breeze, which carries the salt tang of the ocean. It's a beautiful day, and the boardwalk is bustling with people, talking and laughing over the shriek of the birds hopping about. Sugary and savory scents wash over them from various food stands, and Alex just wants to soak in the moment, to really live in it.

Why not when they can do that again?

He can't understate how grateful he is, really. Nor could he understate how much he loves Julie. How could he not?

He's especially grateful for Willie today, though, because he can just enjoy himself without getting caught up in the mess of three-way pining that literally everyone can see now that all of them can touch.

Julie keeps drifting, swaying so close to Luke or Reggie that her curls will brush their cheek. One of them—always Julie or Reggie, never Luke—startles, she scoots away with an awkward giggle, rinse and repeat. Every now and then, Luke leans over Julie to clasp Reggie’s shoulder, pat his back, ruffle his hair, anything to be all over them both. And Reggie…

Reggie keeps fiddling with his rings, with his sleeves, with his bracelets. He wants to touch them but doesn't think he should.

Okay, maybe Alex should do something. He was hoping the lack of a true fourth wheel might encourage one of them to make a move, but that's not happening, and the slight hunch of Reggie’s shoulders means that he's miserable.

Alex catches Willie's eye and nods at their friends. Willie understands instantly, eyes lighting up with mischief and mirth.

He lets go of Alex's hand, pressing a quick kiss to his lips in apology, and dashes ahead to throw his arm around Reggie.

"Hey, man, you love dogs, right? I've gotta show you—"

Willie steers Reggie away from Luke and Julie, who definitely deflate a little as they watch him go. Luke turns back to Alex with an honest-to-god pout.

"What was that about?"

"No idea," Alex lies easily, shrugging. "Willie probably just wants to get to know him a little better. Wants him to feel included, you know? Like we're all friends and Willie's not just my boyfriend."

Julie bites her lip. "But isn't this sort of like, a date for you guys? Don't you mind?"

"Not really? I mean, if I wanted to go on a date where it was just the two of us, I would just, you know. Ask him."

Luke and Julie's eyes flit to one another and then away. He coughs sheepishly.

"Yeah, I mean. That's fair. It's not like you need to do anything—grand. Um—"

Julie interrupts with another one of those stilted giggles. "Hey, they have…a sunglasses stand, let's…you said you needed some of those, right?"

Luke must have actually said something along those lines because he visibly melts.

How are they not seeing this? They practically have I HAVE A CRUSH ON YOU tattooed to their foreheads.

Their foreheads which are now pressed together.

Like. Seriously?

Luke murmurs something about how she knows him so well, and she shines, she giggles all bright and bell-like this time, the whole nine yards. Alex has to interrupt because it's basically the worst thing Reggie could possibly come back to.

Thankfully, they're finished at the sunglasses stand by the time he does.

"Guys!"

Reggie flies through the throng of people, brightening as he spots them. His cheeks are flushed with excitement and split with his smile. He barely skids to a stop in front of them, grabbing Luke and Julie's hands.

"Come on, I have to show you—there's this beagle doing tricks on the beach and he's so cute! You've gotta meet him!"

Alex smothers a laugh in the sleeve of his hoodie as Reggie drags them away, oblivious to their stuttering and stumbling.

By the time Alex locates Willie and catches up with them, Luke has managed to find solid ground again by—what else—getting his hands on a guitar.

"Alex!" Luke grins. "Perfect, we were just about to show Julie "'Reggie’s Jam.'"

"We were?" Reggie squeaks.

She turns to him with big, beseeching eyes, laying her hand on his arm.

"Please?"

"You heard her." Luke aims that grin at him. "I've got another one for you, but she deserves to hear you feature, babe."

Luke begins the plucky acoustic part, and Alex brings the beat, smiling softly himself.

"Come on, Reginald."

That snaps him out of the flustered spiral they've sent him into, and he grins, too.

Reggie launches into the song, and his voice soars over their stretch of the beach, turning heads and making people tap their feet. Julie laughs, and Willie whoops, both of them dancing and clapping along.

Reggie takes her by the hand and twirls her around. When she laughs again, he dips her, staring deep into her eyes as he croons the next line.

It shouldn't work with the song, but Reggie was always the heartthrob of the band for a reason. She melts just as easily as Luke had earlier, and when he hoists her upright, she leans in to kiss his cheek.

He only flubs the ending a little.

Then Willie claims he's hungry, and Alex knows it's not even a lie. They're barely acknowledged as Luke gets ready to play what sounds like an acoustic version of "Crooked Teeth," and Alex huffs a laugh while Willie pulls him away.

There's no way Reggie can miss the significance, this time.

Sure enough, he's dragging Luke and Julie around with red-blue-purple slushy mouths when they find them again, and Alex thinks he's allowed to laugh because they're so, so obvious and so, so bright, and he's happy for them. He really, truly is.

Honestly, it's the best 'sort of a double date' that he's ever been on…

So far.

#peterpatterlina #rukebox #willex #hand holding prompts #outsider pov my beloved #ficlets with ash #julie and the phantoms

[jmgangel]

Took a break from the other Ratiorine fic I’m working on to write this. It’s much more goofy in comparison.

#I had to fight the demons to stop myself from making this pov outsider #pov outsider my beloved #but I just think aventurine needs more friends #honkai star rail #hsr #aventurine #hsr aventurine #dr ratio #veritas ratio #aventio #ratiorine #topaz #hsr topaz #justmywriting

[panbaric]

ive come over from your main blog just to say meteor becoming sounds FASCINATING if you can tell us anything about it i would love to listen!

Hi anon! Thanks for joining the party!

I don't want to say too much because it is heavily in the planning stage, and I want to finish this other fic first before I tackle it. But I can give you the three pieces of media it's based off of (it's an ongoing joke with myself that my fics are usually inspired by two songs and another fic). So your three clues for this one are: Just a Man from Epic the Musical (where the working title comes from), the (non F1) fic build me up from bones, and The Yawning Grave by Lord Huron.

I can also say it's a Lestappen fic, it's Lewis POV, set in Ferrari 2025, probably falls under magical realism (as a lot of my fics at the moment tend to). I'm anticipating it to be maybe around 20k looking at my initial plan? I don't want to say any more though, I'll leave some element of surprise!

#meteor becoming #asks #anon #lestappen with outsider POV my beloved