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coricomile · 4 years

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The rainy days were always the worst. Sidney tightened his hands on the stack of newspapers he'd bought at the break of dawn, trying to save the ink from the water. He already owed Bettman a dime. He wouldn't suffer to pay him a dollar.

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The boy, tall and skinny, fought tooth and nail against the three jackals that surrounded him. He was mostly holding his own, his fists landing heavy, hard punches that sent the other boys reeling, but he was outnumbered and clearly running out of steam. Sidney should have kept walking. He'd kept walking before. It was none of his business. But-

"Worse than a Mick," one of the attackers said, landing a hard blow to the boy's stomach. He doubled over, a groan of pain echoing in the alley. "Oughta cut off his balls. Keep him from breeding more bastards." The attacker's friends laughed, one of them grabbing the boy's arms and yanking them back. Wide brown eyes met Sidney's, pleading and terrified, and Sidney couldn't make himself walk away.

Instead he rushed forward, his leftover papers falling to the soaked pavement, and barreled into the attacker holding the boy still. It freed the boy just enough that he could throw a wild headbutt forward, cracking the nose of the man in front of him. Together they fought, their backs pressed together. Sidney's knuckles stung from the impact avinst cheek and jaw, bone moving under skin in a way that he already knew meant something was broken.

The tenement was crowded and loud, dozens of different voices speaking in different languages overlapping until everything just became noise. The acrid smell of sauerkraut sat on top of all the other smells of food being cooked throughout the building, spoiling the sweet spice of Mexican food and hiding the ever present reek of boiling cabbage. Sidney followed Geno through the halls, stopping each time Geno did, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. He felt like an intruder.

"Privet, babushka," Geno said to a shriveled old woman sitting in a corner. He bowed his head to kiss her cheek and the woman giggled like a schoolgirl. Under Geno's attention, her craggy, sunken in face lit up, revealing the beautiful young woman she must have once been. Geno said something else to her before pressing a penny into her withered hand. She pulled him close into a hug, her frail arms circling Geno's shoulders as she pressed kisses to both of his cheeks.

Sidney waited until they were away from her to ask, "do you know her?"

"She old," Geno said, his eyes darting up to the cracked ceiling. "No one love her. I love her. Make-" he waved his hand, like he might pluck the words from the air. "I strong. Can make work. She get food, I'm happy."

#sidgeno #permawip #newsies #newsies au #pls someone finish this for me #fic #ficlet #wip

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ao3feed-hockey · 4 years

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And I'm in Pieces

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3d8pghE

by coricomile

The unfinished fic from that time Jonny and Kaner adopted a 6 year old Artemi by accident and called in Geno (and Sid) for support.

Words: 6694, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF, due South

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jonathan Toews, Patrick Kane, Artemi Panarin, Evgeni Malkin, Sidney Crosby, Ray Kowalski

Relationships: Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews, Patrick Kane/Jonathan Towes/Evgeni Malkin, Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski

Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Permawip

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3d8pghE

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #hockey rpf

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hyperbolicpurple · 7 years

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author rec: Mercurie

For Fandom Fic Rec days!

I was going to write up a Jane/Loki fic recs post but just found myself gushing a lot about these three. Plus, I did do a general fic recs post somewhere... see if you can find it on my Dreamwidth if you’re interested.

Absence Of by @innermostplanet (10k, M, canon AU, dark) Loki wins the Earth. The Avengers are missing or dead. Thor is nowhere to be found, so Loki makes do with the next best thing: Jane Foster.

As dark as the summary and warnings imply, so read at your own peril. “Loki losing his mind” is a genre I love, and this is at the top of the list. Riffs on Loki’s total inability to be satisfied. A very good time if you like paranoia, slow slides into insanity, villains creeping on heroines, unreliable narrators, and unhappy endings. Also, amazing writing because M is obscenely talented (The city sprawls out below him like a naked body. Bare, but still mysterious. Gah!).

The Hangman’s Hands by @innermostplanet (160k, M, canon AU) Thor and Loki never make it back to Asgard. Now S.H.I.E.L.D. is stuck with the world's most hated war criminal on their hands and everyone wants a piece - unless they can find a way to get rid of him for good.

The redemption fic to beat, IMO. I quite like the two other major single-story contenders--”No Such Liberty” by Xparrot and “Bargaining” by proantagonist--but those take very different tacks. Both NSL and Bargaining (and lots of other fics about Loki) focus on his integration into his family/the Avengers, mending relationships, almost a therapy approach to Loki facing and addressing his various issues. Those things are totally cool. But “The Hangman’s Hands” does not. It takes Loki at his word when he says “satisfaction is not in my nature” and, instead of trying to satisfy him, ruthlessly yanks away all his secret hopes and dreams of acceptance and forces him to figure out what he wants, and who he wants to be, in their absence. It takes the view that Loki is stuck in a cycle of needing and trying to obtain acceptance and then lashing out when he doesn’t get it, but that acceptance can no longer be found, if it ever could.

It is a story that is very hard on Loki, not in the suffering woobie sense (not a dig, I love suffering woobies) but in the “exposing the nasty corners of his psychology” sense. (But it does make him suffer, if you’re into that kind of thing.) It is not a redemption-by-romance story, but Jane and Loki’s relationship (in all senses) is central to the story. Features an actual character arc for Jane, and does not easily dismiss Jane/Thor. Can also be seen as a meditation on themes of fate and fear. If I were to recommend one fic about Loki to someone who wasn’t interested in or disliked him, this would be it. Will make you despair about your ability to write anything meaningful ever again.

Strange Skies by @innermostplanet (22k, T, canon AU, WIP) Jane Foster falls into the void with Loki. On the far side of the galaxy, they find alien civilizations in turmoil, a new power rising, and no one to rely on except each other.

Looks like a permaWIP (gosh, M, don’t you know it’s your job to churn out fanfiction instead of going back to school and pursuing your dreams and whatnot...) but still worth reading--at the very least for the novelty factor. How many people have written about Jane and Loki being stuck in another galaxy together? One: Mercurie. Also, there’s bug horror and science fiction and worldbuilding and, most importantly of all, LOKI BEING SUCH A CREEPER, OH MY GOD, GO READ IT. Post-Thor AU.

#ficrecdays #lokane #loki #jane foster #mcu #fic recs

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onebirdbreak-blog · 7 years

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i fucking hate tumblr’s image resizing garbage

permawip of my gay bugs being kind of gay

#my art #my ocs #jack #alois #yikes this was supposed to be a sketch #the quality is still sketch but i spent way too long drawing it LOL #i just have to make my bug gays perfect

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ao3feed-sidgeno · 4 years

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And I'm in Pieces

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3d8pghE

by coricomile

The unfinished fic from that time Jonny and Kaner adopted a 6 year old Artemi by accident and called in Geno (and Sid) for support.

Words: 6694, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Men's Hockey RPF, due South

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jonathan Toews, Patrick Kane, Artemi Panarin, Evgeni Malkin, Sidney Crosby, Ray Kowalski

Relationships: Patrick Kane/Jonathan Toews, Patrick Kane/Jonathan Towes/Evgeni Malkin, Sidney Crosby/Evgeni Malkin, Benton Fraser/Ray Kowalski

Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Permawip

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3d8pghE

#ao3feed #sidgeno #Hockey RPF

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regalclaw · 6 years

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is it okay if I write something based off of your permawip rwby comic as long as I credit you?

ah, yes you can

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78tries · 1 year

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maiming and murdering (i cant figure out whats wrong with the colours and ill never finish this)

#into the permawip pile this goes ig #art

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coricomile · 4 years

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Over five billion dead. Sid stares at his phone, the brightness turned down so low he can barely read the text on the screen. His battery is probably going to die sooner rather than later, and then the phone will be gone too. He'd only bought it a few months ago because the screen of his old phone had cracked and Zhenya had made fun of him until he'd replaced it. It's going to just be a hunk of plastic and wires soon enough.

The article is two weeks old, but Sid hasn't been able to get a connection to the internet in days. He hasn't had the heart to close the tab, even if he's read the article so many times he can almost recite it word for word. Over five billion dead as of two weeks ago. He needs to know how high that number has climbed, but there's no way to find out. No television. No internet. No newspapers. No news.

Everything is dark. The house is too big to light with candles, and he wouldn't leave them out anyway just in case something caught fire where he wasn't paying attention. Instead, he and Zhenya have taken to carrying a flashlight shoved into the back of their pants like some TV cop's gun, pulling them out to use in the places the light from the windows doesn't reach.

He remembers playing games like this with Taylor when he was a kid. They'd turn out all the lights and she would hide, her giggles usually loud enough to give her away. Every time Sid found her, he'd give his best little kid roar and tickle her until she hit him. A hollow, gaping ache takes up space in his chest and refuses to be pushed aside. Taylor and his parents had been alive two weeks ago. He doesn't know if they still are, or if the VDX virus has caught up to them.

He needs to know, but there's no way to find out.

Sid closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. There's a lump in his throat that wants to come out as a scream. He's afraid that if he lets it out, if he gives in, he'll never be able to stop. He's felt helpless before- curled in a ball, crying on the floor helpless, each sob like a stab to his head, the cycle feeding itself until it burned him out- but this- There's nothing he can do. There's nothing anyone can do.

Everything he's ever worked for- every last late night spent shooting pucks into the dryer, every single injury sustained, every trophy won, every loss that sank his spirits- it's all meaningless. He wasted his life playing a game. There are people dying every minute, the virus in their bodies attacking at random, and he'd spent his time worried about going back to the ice, to training, like it was important instead of frivolous and stupid.

The front door opens and Sid's hand goes to the flashlight, his fingers wrapping around the handle. Footsteps carry through the hall and then into the living room, slow and heavy. Someone turns the corner into the den where Sid's sitting and Sid tenses up as they get closer, a shadow in the dark, barely touched by the weak remainders of sunlight coming through the window.

"Sid?" Zhenya's voice calls out and Sid goes slack immediately. He turns his flashlight on and aims it just to the left of Zhenya's head, enough to light up his face without blinding him. The pale blue of his surgical mask looks eerie, glowing like one of the blacklight posters Jonny had at school.

"Over here," Sid says, even though there's no reason to speak.

He listens to the thump of something hitting the floor, the whisper of jacket over sweater as Zhenya makes himself comfortable. He'd hated how quiet everything was before, hated being alone in his big house because the lack of noise made him itchy, but he'd never realized how much sound there had been before; the buzz of the fridge, the hum of the TV, the far off rumble of cars and planes. Without all of it, his ears ring sometimes, like they're straining to make sure he hasn't gone deaf when he wasn't paying attention.

"You shouldn't have left the house," Sid says, even as he makes room for Zhenya on the couch. He shuts the flashlight off and waits for his eyes to readjust. He'd cleared out the center of the den right after the power had gone out, pushed the coffee table and the wicker baskets with old magazines against the far wall to keep himself from tripping over them. Still, Zhenya swears as he stumbles over something, hitting the couch hard enough to jolt it. "Z?"

"Rations," Zhenya says. His voice is muffled through his mask, but something sounds off about it. Sid wraps his hand around Zhenya's wrist, feeling for the warmth of his skin, for the thud of his heart. Signs he's alive and well. Under his fingers, Zhenya's pulse is racing.

Sid's stomach lurches. He wants a fucking light switch so he can see Zhenya's face. Zhenya can lie as good as anyone else if he's just talking, but his face always gives everything away, and Sid doesn't know what's wrong. And there is something wrong. Sid can feel it in the way Zhenya's trembling, fine shivers that are almost certainly not just the constant cold.

"Zhenya," Sid says. He sounds almost like himself, but he can't make himself loosen his grip on Zhenya's wrist. "Zhenya, what happened?"

Zhenya turns his arm in Sid's hand, grabbing him back and pulling him in. Sid climbs into his lap as well as he can, sheltering Zhenya's body with his own. Carefully, he stretches the two bands wrapped around Zhenya's head and pulls the mask away, throwing it into the corner to be burned later. He's sick of the taste of ash in his mouth, but there's protocols and procedures to follow, and Sid clings onto the routine as tightly as he can. It's something he can do.

Sid doesn't need light to know that there are little red marks on Zhenya's temples and just under his jaw where the elastic had dug into his skin, to know that the raw spot rubbed on the bridge of his nose from the metal piece there has probably gotten irritated again. These new masks are stronger than the paper ones the team had been forced to wear on planes and busses when they were still travelling. Sid's been hoarding them, saving up for when they won't be handed out anymore. It's something else he can do. Prepare. Plan.

Zhenya presses his face to Sid's chest and takes slow, deep breaths that sound shaky, his hands tight enough on Sid's hips that it almost hurts. Sid strokes Zhenya's hair and waits. He's been here before, an anchor to Zhenya's emotions, holding him down until he can pick himself back up. It hasn't gotten any easier, years and years later, but he holds himself together because Zhenya can't.

Eventually Zhenya leans back against the couch. Sid slides off of him but doesn't go far. He doesn't think he could even if he tried. Panic is building inside him, shaken champagne in a corked bottle, and if Zhenya doesn't say something soon Sid's going to cry or scream or break down entirely.

"Quarantine," Zhenya says, the word still not sitting quite right as he says it. The fact that he's had to learn how to say it at all makes it even harder. Zhenya shakes his head and opens his eyes. They're black and unreadable in the dark. "I'm get rations. Line not too long, get through fast, stop to see T-Rex statue. It's head is gone. Someone cut off. I'm stare at statue and hear people shout. Think is more riot. Is just two people. One man with hazmat one in hoodie. Look like me, maybe, but no mask. Probably already sick ."

Zhenya twists his arm in Sid's grip, lining their hands up together. He squeezes tight enough that it hurts, his fingers pinching and knuckles straining as he holds on. Sid lets him, breath held for the ending of the story. The longer he looks, the more he can see how shaken Zhenya is, how lost.

"Man in hazmat shoot other one," Zhenya eventually says. Sid's whole body goes cold. Zhenya's hand tightens around his. "No warning, no shout. He just shoot and drag body off to van." Zhenya drags in a deep breath and lets it out in a slow, hiccuppy exhale. "Not like in movies."

#sidgeno #i started writing this in like 2016 #boy it hits different now #permawip

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hyperbolicpurple · 7 years

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Jon/Sansa fic recs: the modern AUs

For Fandom Fic Rec Days!

I have a hundred Jon/Sansa bookmarks if you want to rifle through those, but I thought I would rec some of my favorites in a few posts: the modern AUs, the canonverse fics, and the historical/other AUs.

A City of Fortune and Failure by @justadram (196k, M, one main longfic and some side ficlets) Amidst maneuvers and intrigue, heartbreak and betrayal, bankruptcy and political scandal, the players jockey for power, money, and prestige in a game of business, politics, and love in New York City.

A sort of retelling of some of the books’ events in the frame of modern Amerian politics. But spoiler: only two people die! The cast is also much more limited: there’s a lot of focus on the Starks, Jon, the Lannisters, and Daenerys, but that’s basically all. Rotating POVs. A delight from beginning to end.

Beans by @justadram (11k, M, coffeeshop AU) Jon and Sansa never seem to be on the same page about their relationship.

Adorable and charming! Never was dry humping so hot, tbh.

Down from the Mountain by caesia (23k, M) Sansa flies home from college after her older brother Robb, one of the country's hottest young pitchers, is hurt in a car accident. Robb's best friend Jon is there to help the Stark family in any way he can.

Sweet and lovely. A classic “romance” story featuring firefighter Jon.

i prayed for newborn skies by lagardère/@aknightfornawt (3k, T) “You don’t whine,” she protests. And just for the pleasure of seeing his smile turn rueful and sharp, she adds, “you grumble. You do grumble a lot, Jon Snow.”

Literally this was just posted the other day for the Valentine’s Challenge prompt “stood up/alone on Valentine’s Day.” A nice sharp tension between Jon and Sansa, which you don’t always see.

Into the Darkness of the Grave by caesia (10k, M) The tragic death of Eddard Stark’s cousin Lyanna brings her estranged son back to Winterfell House, the family’s old plantation home, for her funeral.

caesia is a lovely writer and it shows here even more than usual. Melancholy and atmospheric, sad but hopeful. Something of a music AU. The reimagining of pre-canon events (Lyanna/Rhaegar, Brandon, etc) was really well done.

Snow by @justadram (8k, E) Without a little snow, none of this would have happened.

SNOWED IN TROPE FOR LIFE Y’ALL. The best.

The cold will hide its face by lagardère/@aknightfornawt (3k, T) Whether it be Starks or honorary Starks, they’d all gather in Winterfell, the old family manor deep in the countryside. Winterfell looked very much like a stiff meringue in the winter, with the roofs covered in snow and all the pale stucco that some ancestor had decided to add after an ill-fated trip to Italy.

lagardère, mistress of melancholy modern AUs. Sad but hopeful holiday fic peppered with a background of reinterpreted Season 5-6 events (sans rape and torture).

The First Five Times by caesia (5k, T, music AU) Pop singer Sansa Stark has a successful international career, legions of teenage fans, and an alarming habit of sharing intimate moments with a certain curly-haired rock star.

In which Sansa is basically Taylor Swift. PermaWIP, but not of the cliffhanging sort, so worth reading even if you don’t normally read WIPs. Nice UST and attention to detail.

The Here and Now by Jillypups (5k, E, reincarnation) Jon and Sansa meet in a bar, go back to his/hers, and in the middle of fucking, have a flashback to their canon-era lives.

I’m not usually into reincarnation unless it’s part of the canon, but I made an exception for this because I was hard-up for some smut and this had a lot of kudos. GOOD CHOICE, PAST SELF. Super hot but also have some tissues handy (...for the other reason). I legit cried the first time I read it.

the perfect gift for me would be by @jonnsansa (5k, T) “Be my boyfriend,” Sansa says. Jon's eyebrows raise, and she amends, “My fake boyfriend." Sansa, Jon, and fake dating for the winter holidays.

FAKE DATINGGGGGGG. A delightful, frothy read guaranteed to end in smiles.

Where Did You Sleep Last Night by lagardère/@aknightfornawt (8k, M, rock band AU) “Why don’t you ask Jon? For your new band. I hear he’s done with the Wildlings... You two would be good together.” He says it like he’s matchmaking, like what he has in mind is a goddamn wedding. Her and Jon Snow. Sansa shakes her head. (Or: Sansa needs a new guitarist, Jon needs a new band, and the two of them definitely don't need each other.)

The way lagardère reformulates the canon events into AU context is always well done. I adore this fic. The side characters (Tormund, Petyr, Theon, among others) are super well incorporated, particularly Petyr’s creeping on Sansa, if you’re into that sort of thing.

#jonsa #jon x sansa #jonxsansaff #ficrecdays #gotfic #fic recs #game of thrones #asoiaf

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