#published 2021

[fuckyeah-beringandwellsfics]

The Matter at Hand

submitted by: @wibblywobblyida

AO3 link and details: The Matter at Hand (14900 words) by @tigrecat Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Warehouse 13 Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Myka Bering/Helena "H. G." Wells Characters: Myka Bering, Helena "H. G." Wells, Pete Lattimer Additional Tags: Fluff, Smut, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence Summary: In which the effects of an artifact lead to some forced proximity, and some forced proximity leads to… well, just read it.

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[actualfemslash]

Never Too Old (14605 words) by JajaLala Chapters: 7/7 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kayama Nemuri | Midnight/Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku Characters: Midoriya Inko, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Sushi the Cat (My Hero Academia), Midoriya Izuku Additional Tags: Meet-Cute, BNHA WLW Week, BNHA WLW Week 2021, POV Midoriya Inko, POV Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Good Parent Midoriya Inko, Getting Together, First Meetings, Alcohol, Fluff Summary:

When a missing cat ends up drawing Inko and Nemuri together, Nemuri vows to help Inko recapture her youth by taking her on a wild night out. When the night ends in an unexpected way, they learn to navigate this new relationship… but there are parts of them that are still holding back. AKA: How exactly do you break the news to your son that you're dating one of his teachers?

#kayama nemuri x midoriya inko #inkonight #nemuri kayama #inko midoriya #bnha #rated t #wc: 10000-25000 #multichapter #a: jajalala #fluff #mod wrote this #published 2021

[lunaticbookblog]

A Psalm For The Wild-Built by Becky Chambers

Beautiful book following a non-binary tea monk (a monk of Allalae, the in-world god of small comforts) having a conversation about the nature of being human with a conscious robot. Very short, quick read. This book feels like a cup of tea. It’s a meaningful walk through the woods with a friendly stranger. I saw this book described as “hope-punk” somewhere and I’m inclined to agree. It was a refreshingly hopeful look at the future, humanity, and the individual. Will be reading the second one eventually, when I need more of those small comforts.

‘“What do humans need? is an unanswerable question. That changes from person to person, minute to minute. We can’t predict our needs, beyond the base things we require to survive. It’s like…” They pointed to their wagon. “It’s like my teas.” “Your teas.” “Yes. I give them to people based on whatever kind of comfort they need, in that moment.”’

#book blog #bookblr #read 2024 #published 2021 #highly recommend #a psalm for the wild built

[punch-love]

being into fanfiction is like reading a bunch of stuff decent for the medium and then getting hit by a prose train so beautiful and terrifying you want to crawl inside the author’s skull and die in it

#punch.txt #just read a 700 word lokius piece that has me clawing the curtains #WHERE IS YOUR PUBLISHED NOVEL??! HELLO #2021 author ripeteeth I want your brain on a platter and suck up your powers

[onedegreeofsoniccomics]

My Little Pony/Transformers: The Magic of Cybertron #2 & #3: Retailer Incentive Covers

Cover Credits

Art: Adam Bryce Thomas

Editorial Team

Editor: Megan Brown

Consulting Editor: David Mariotte

#IDW #IDW Publishing #My Little Pony #Transformers #Starscream #Megatron #Pinkie Pie #Rainbow Dash #Fluttershy #Twilight Sparkle #Arcee #Optimus Prime #Unicron #Adam Bryce Thomas #Megan Brown #David Mariotte #2021 #Archie Sonic Contributors #IDW Sonic Contributors

[andfollowthesun]

23 is the hardest year

eastside - halsey & benny blanco

what's my age again - blink 182

my thoughts on you - the band camino

drunk walk home - mitski

21 - mitch james

take my hand - 5 seconds of summer

#i made this web weave in 2021 and never published it. i’ll be 24 in a few months so here’s in honour of the last moments of being 23 #jo talks shit #web weaving #parallels

[arguablysomaya]

THE WIP IS FINISHED

#it'll go up tomorrow #i'm so fucking glad this is done oml #i've had this idea since march 2021 and it's finally ready to publish #shut up somaya

[sincerelyandyourstruly]

the sun, the moon, & the truth

i used to say that "every opposites attract dynamic eventually distills down to a sun/moon dynamic."

and at first, this seems to hold true for xiaoven as well! i mean, it seems kind of obvious, does it not? venti is happy and bright, a lot of fun and laughter at parties; whereas xiao is quiet and shy, shrouded in darkness and doom. the sun shines a surefire path through the gloom, for through the darkness will always come the dawn; whereas the moon waxes and wanes through the nights, uncertain and untouchable.

i've often seen it said that in a xiaoven sun/moon dynamic, xiao sees venti as his sun, something bright and beautiful and worth every ounce of adoration to be afforded. by contrast, he himself cannot live up to venti's ideals (as much as he secretly yearns to) and views himself as nothing more than a pale reflection, a cold imitation, of that light.

despite this, venti still sees the goodness in xiao, the reflection of that light, and loves it all the same (for the moon is still beautiful), and together, they make one another complete; through venti's light, xiao is (saved) (forgiven) ((set free)) loved.

it's a fairly romantic notion, is it not? for a character to realize that their quiet, reflective nature is something worth loving, and that although they may be surrounded by darkness, that does not make them any less righteous themselves.

but as you study venti's character more closely, start to see the grief and sadness and aching regret underneath his cheerful and carefree facade, it becomes more and more obvious that venti is not really so much of a sun after all. his hopes and ideals were learned from another, from whom he has even taken his entire appearance. he himself is a reflection of someone, something else— the nameless bard and mondstadt— and the light it has living up to its ideals.

and venti knows this. i really don't think he's ever seen himself as much more than a mere reflection of something he admired and wished desperately to become himself, and the other thing is, he tries so hard to embody that which he reflects. to believe venti to be a sun would be to fall for his facade.

now, i believe it was at around the time of the endless suffering trailer that i remember seeing people suddenly start to reevaluate the venti == sun equivocation, specifically because venti in that trailer had been haloed by the moon himself as he welcomed xiao's return. However, what this also meant is that people began to reframe xiao as the sun in this dynamic, which.

yes, it is cool that we are trying to subvert the sun/moon dynamic here. there's a tumblr post that's crossed my dash before that considers this very concept, that of a sun-coded character who views themselves as Too Much, damaging to stare at or be around for too long. but guys.

we can be gay about the sun/moon dynamics by having two moons.

like, party rock with me for a second here and consider it this way: venti is like the bright full moon, shining in the night whilst hiding its dark side underneath; whereas xiao is like the shadow of the moon during a lunar eclipse.

they still have that "opposites attract" kind of vibe this way; it's just that rather than making them into characters who are fundamentally dissimilar, yet ultimately perfectly complimentary, they are each at their hearts exactly the same despite what one may believe at first glance.

comparing xiao specifically to things like the new moon, or the shadow of the moon during an eclipse, highlights the way he tends to bury himself in the shadows of the legacies he carries as his life continues to revolve around his duty to liyue. venti, on the other hand, is just as i stated earlier: he shows that which he reflects very brightly, that which he loves so ardently, like the full moon hiding its secrets and sins beneath itself.

and like, this interpretation doesn't even mean that we can't have that tasty tasty character struggle in xiao where he views himself as lesser than or unworthy of venti's feelings! bc it's fun, y'know, and really easy for xiao to just assume these things abt venti, that he's better or purer or less sinful (far less sinful) than himself.

to xiao, venti is something more beautiful, more divine, more knowledgeable, and more trustworthy than himself. he likely views venti this way for a long time after they first meet and believes it to be true down to the very core of his heart.

but that's in all likelihood simply untrue about venti! as an original archon who partook in the archon war, he absolutely has to have some war crimes under his belt, committed to keep mondstadt safe. or even barring that, his "negligence" (if that's what you want to call his periods of sleeping and leaving mondstadt to its own devices) has led to the suffering of many, such as the days of the aristocracy in mondstadt and the legend of vannessa. just bc venti doesn't talk abt these things explicitly (either by choice or some higher power's force) doesn't mean he does not shoulder their burdens every moment he's alive the way xiao shoulders his karmic debts.

and i think that until he realizes that venti loves gentleness in a person more than he loves vibrancy and life, xiao would probably struggle to understand why venti would fall in love with him (monster that he is). bc venti has seen many a person come and go through the centuries, and he has seen so much bloodshed in his life that i would imagine he values a gentle spirit very highly as a result. and seeing the gentility in xiao? for venti, oh— that's easy.

and yet xiao doesn't see that in himself!! he sees his every move as compensating for his own past sins!!! Until he starts to see past venti's facade, and realizes, oh, we are not so different after all.

(and i think that something similar could happen from venti's end as well— that he sees xiao as lovely and gentle and worth every mite of grace the heavens can grant him, for not a single sin he has been forced to shoulder has been performed by his own willing hands. and i think that he would struggle to accept xiao's love for him, because he believes that what xiao loves is his facade, this idea of what the divine barbatos, not venti, is supposed to be, but once he realizes xiao sees him for himself…!)

it is through falling so deeply and irrevocably in love and then recognizing themselves in one another that xiaoven can achieve some much-needed self-love and acceptance. and that thought makes me wanna sob facedown in a rainy ditch as lightning strikes from above forever and ever and ever.

#xiaoven #sincerely yours ____________ ___. ________ #that SHOULD be the correct number of underscores. god knows tumblr doesn't track them for me -_- #anyway yes... another crosspost essay from my neocities... published this one last week or so to banger acclaim #this is a subject i'd been wanting to write abt since i basically started playing in 2021 so!! hope i did it justice #sad that tumblr doesn't support any css with the text-decoration attribute... gimme back my strikethroughs n underlines #gi #xvn #long post

[sonicpanels]

Sonic the Hedgehog 30th Anniversary Special: "Seasons of Chaos"

Writer: Ian Flynn Layouts: Aaron Hammerstrom Pencils/Inks: Thomas Rothlisberger Colors: Reggie Graham Letters: Shawn Lee

Editor: David Mariotte Assistant Editor: Riley Farmer

#Sonic the Hedgehog #IDW #IDW Publishing #IDW Sonic #Classic Sonic #Dr. Eggman #Miles Tails Prower #Tails Doll #Ian Flynn #Aaron Hammerstrom #Thomas Rothlisberger #Reggie Graham #Shawn Lee #David Mariotte #Riley Farmer #2021

[felixthepoet]

Holocene, Peach Mag, 2020

#my poetry #peach mag #felix lecocq #this is an oldie but a goodie imo #wrote this one my junior year of college haha #poems #EDIT: i forgot that this technically was published in 2021 but it was shortlisted for peach gold in 2020. lol. oh well #mine

[fuckyeah-beringandwellsfics]

La Petite Mort

submitted by: anonymous

AO3 link and details: La Petite Mort (21972 words) by @tigrecat Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Warehouse 13 Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Myka Bering/Helena "H. G." Wells Characters: Myka Bering, Helena "H. G." Wells, Pete Lattimer Additional Tags: Artifact made them do it, (well kind of), Fluff, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content Summary: Will the arousing effects of an artifact and the power of Pete be enough to finally get Myka to make a move on H.G.?

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Sweet and sexy, with all the emotions and awkward communication around the artifact situation.

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I've had this submission form open for several days on three different devices, because every time when I went to copy the link I got caught up rereading passages over and over again. Take from that what you will!

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#warehouse 13 #wh13 #w13 #bering and wells #bering & wells #myka bering #helena wells #helena g wells #la petite mort #tigrecat #anonymous submission #published 2021 #submitted 2023 07 #2023 #july 2023

[actualfemslash]

Midnight Talk (2034 words) by ScarecrowGhostX Author tumblr: @scarecrowghost Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kayama Nemuri | Midnight/Thirteen Characters: Thirteen (My Hero Academia), Kayama Nemuri | Midnight Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort Series: Part 2 of Blood Verse Summary:

After the USJ attack Nemuri cuts Hirooki's hair and the two talk.

#kayama nemuri x kurose anan #midnight x thirteen #nemuri kayama #bnha thirteen #anan kurose #not rated #wc: 0-3000 #oneshot #a: Scarecrowghostx #hurt/comfort #mod has read #published 2021

[emeryleewho]

I'm kind of sad because I wrote this dark fantasy romance that was basically the love story dynamic from The Untamed meets the the action/world building of Demon Slayer set in an Asian American community inspired by historical China & Japan and it's one of my favorite stories I've ever written and it would've been PERFECT to release in 2024 (the year of the dragon) because the main character's name MEANS dragon and his whole clan is dragon-themed because they're protected by the azure dragon from Japanese mythology, but publishing DIDN'T WANT IT so now I have to wait 12 years in the hopes someone picks it up by then so it can release in 2036 or lose out on the sheer magic of it all

#ramblings #the symbolism would've been so good and we first tried to sell it in 2021 so it was actually possible #but literally every editor was like 'this is great but i already have something like it' #or 'i can't wait to buy this when it comes out but it's just not right for my list right now' #so yeah it never sold #and that just makes me sad #books #writing #author #fiction #publishing struggles

[janeyre]

call me on the way home (1/2)

otp: tentoo x rose

word count: 5k

summary: After a slight mishap at Torchwood, Rose has gone temporarily missing. While Mia is out, she runs into her mum, but not as she last saw her - instead wearing a blue leather jacket with deep circles beneath her eyes. Worried about her mum's state and trying to comfort her, Mia calls the Doctor so Rose can speak to him.

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Really quite a bummer when your mum goes missing, even if it’s just for a Torchwood mission and it’s probably fine anyways. Wandering the streets of central London, Mia Tyler was hopeful it would all be resolved soon – her dad wasn’t one to let anything happen to the one and only Rose Tyler.

The corners of her mouth turned up at the thought. She had fifteen years of experience in just how protective her dad was over “his girls.”

Apparently they’d been dealing with some aliens, Ainchenns, who had what her dad liked to call a “transport gun” – a teleportation device turned weapon. Whoever wound up on the receiving end suddenly found themselves somewhere else entirely. The beam wasn’t very strong though, so at most, her mum had just been displaced to some other location on this little island they liked to call home. God forbid she ended up somewhere the likes of Aberdeen, though.

The very thought made her shiver, no matter the summer sun that shone in the sky.

Lost in her frigid northern thoughts, Mia was quite content to let her feet take her wherever they may. Truth be told, it almost stressed her out more to be with her dad when things like this happened. Living in the uncertainty of the situation right there along with him was a lot different than being somewhere else and trusting that it would all work out. Besides, he was probably sitting there just trying her mum’s mobile anyway.

No sooner had she rounded a corner and found herself in front of the Thames, that she found her mum as well.

The sensation of the void ate at Rose Tyler’s very being as if pulling her apart from every direction and then– it was over.

Christ, but she was still in London.

Upon immediate reflection, it wasn’t the right one either, as the TARDIS key she had carefully tucked beneath her shirt remained cold.

“Control, shift me back in fifteen. Not the right universe, gonna take a quick look around.” Don’t even think I left this universe in the first place, she murmured under her breath. The zeppelins overhead certainly weren’t a good sign.

“Roger that, over.”

She looked up from sliding her phone into her pocket right into the face of a shocked teenage girl who had just rounded the corner and was now, at the sight of her, running up to grab her in a hug.

“Mum! Oh thank god you’re alright, we’ve been worried sick about you.” And suddenly Rose found herself with arms thrown round her neck, hugging her tightly.

Shit, shit, shit, she thought. Whoever this kid is, I’m not her mum. But I can’t go breaking her heart, if she’s vulnerable enough to throw herself at a stranger.

The young girl let out a laugh that seemed suspiciously wet. “Dad’s gonna be so upset when he hears that after all the work he did, it was me who found you.” She inhaled deeply, as if finally relaxing. “I’m so glad you’re okay.”

What am I gonna say to her? Rose thought. She returned the hug gently, so as not to alarm her. Think of something, think of something…

She pulled away slowly to look the young woman in the eyes, brown enough to remind her of– she stopped that thought in its tracks as soon as it started, even if the metaphorical knife between her ribs was already twisting. “Sweetheart, I…. I may not be who you think I am.”

The look in the teenager’s eyes changed in an instant. “Mum?” The single syllable was dripping with confusion.

But before Rose was forced to think of something else to say in this painfully awkward conversation, a lightbulb seemed to go off in the young girl’s eyes. As if sizing her up, she scanned Rose up and down, before nodding her head ever so slightly to herself.

“You’ve not just come by way of Ainchenn transport gun, have you?”

Rose shook her head carefully, brows knitting in confusion. How could a kid think to ask a question like that?

This too had a profound effect on the stranger. Her cheeks burnt bright red, her eyes flying down to her trainers.

“God , I’m so sorry. I’m, well, I’m Mia. I’m, um,” she paused, searching for the right words in this impossible situation. How to introduce yourself to the person who chose your name, raised you? “I am still your daughter though.” She cringed instantly. Great word choice.

Rose only quirked an eyebrow before the girl – Mia – started again.

“Sorry, sorry, that sounded insane too. What I mean is, well,” another pause, “you’re not from this time period, are you?”

At this, Rose grew deeply, genuinely confused. It was her turn to size up the person in front of her. How could a girl who scarcely looked old enough for high school know about time travel? Why would she?

“I’m not, no. I’m travelling, trying to get back to this man I used to travel with, called the –”

“The Doctor,” Mia finished in unison.

Rose’s heart set quick to pounding. “You know the Doctor?” She could tell her eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open, but she didn’t care. If this girl knew about the Doctor, she would take whatever she could get. She could feel the blood rushing hot through her veins.

Mia smiled, and nodded cautiously. “Yeah, like I said, I’m your daughter.”

Rose’s head span. What?

“What do you mean?”

Mia smiled sheepishly. “The Doctor and Rose Tyler are my parents. You’re Rose Tyler.”

Rose’s ears were ringing. The Doctor and Rose Tyler are my parents. She and the Doctor had a kid? She’d never even considered kids with him, let alone thought he might want to have some with her one day.

But if she were telling the truth…

And if she really was still in Pete’s World…

And Mia’s eyes did remind her of the Doctor’s.

Rose shook her head; the thought was insane. She needed to get a hold of herself.

She swallowed the lump that had suddenly appeared in her throat.

“How do you know about the Doctor?” she questioned again.

Mia bit her lip, deep in thought. Clearly this whole “knowing the Doctor” thing was a hang-up for her mum – makes sense if that’s the one thing that’s been kept out of her reach for the past few years.

Another lightbulb clicked on.

“Can I show you a picture?” When Rose didn’t show signs of dissenting, she pulled out her phone. “For us, your birthday was just last week, so we went out to dinner, the three of us. I can show you.”

Mia drifted into Rose’s personal space, where Rose practically vibrated with tension. She watched with rapt attention as Mia opened her messages, tapped a string titled “THE tylers” and then scrolled up a ways. She tried to read the messages as they flew past as fast as she could – the phrase “Grandma Jackie” stood out to her, and a text that read “so I’m still picking you up from school?” At last, Mia found what she was looking for, and tapped on the picture to let it fill the screen.

Rose’s heart stopped in her chest, her very breath freezing in her lungs.

There for her eyes to drink their fill was herself, squished between the young woman who stood before her and the Doctor. Right there, grinning so wide it could split his face, with his arm around Rose’s shoulders.

The Doctor.

She couldn’t help herself from lifting the phone from Mia’s hands to inspect it closer, or to quickly brush away the tear that had landed on the screen.

The face that she hadn’t seen in almost three years. Looking into the camera. Looking at her. She wanted to stand here and soak it up forever. She wanted to do whatever it took to be in that photo.

(As if flinging herself across universes wasn’t enough. If only it worked.)

Mia was finding it hard to be unaffected at the sight of her own mother being so distraught, no matter how far apart in time they were. Her own heart clenched at the way tears welled up and ran down her mother’s cheeks, unnoticed, because she was so entranced by the picture before her.

It was devastating. Hearing her parents, stupid, love-drunk as they were, talking about their time apart was one thing, but watching one of them trapped in the very middle of that heartbreak was something else entirely. Before she even realised she was doing it, Mia was searching for a way to fix this, to make it better.

She’d heard when she walked up that her mum was already planning on jumping back. Not reversing the transport gun like she’d thought, but jumping back. With the dimension cannon. Having her dad come over from wherever he was wouldn’t work. They might not have a lot of time.

A lightbulb didn’t flicker on this time so much as a neon sign above an all-night diner never really turns off.

“I can call him,” Mia suddenly heard herself say. Rose’s head snapped up, as if on a string that had been yanked. “If you want.”

Rose’s throat went dry. “Call him?” She blinked, tried to stand up straighter.

Mia nodded, unsure but hopeful. “Would that be okay? Would you like that?” Please say yes, she thought.

Rose nodded, trying to take hold of herself. “Yeah. Call him.” She tried to catch her breath. “Please.”

Her heart was pounding. It was like she’d just had ten shots of espresso, ran a marathon, and been awake for three days straight. In a few short moments, she was going to talk to the Doctor.

Rose delicately handed the phone back, treating it as if it were a newborn baby. As far as she was concerned, it was precious. She watched as Mia took it, navigated to the phone, and from the favourites list tapped on the contact titled Dad, followed by three banana emojis.

As it began to ring Mia brought it to her ear. The sound was deafening.

Make that eleven shots of espresso. She was going to throw up. The blare of the dial tone. She was going to pass out. She was going to–

“Hello, my ladybug,” a garbled – but unmistakable — voice said on the other end of the line.

The Doctor was on the other end of that phone call. It was all Rose could do not to break down into tears right there.

Mia felt suddenly winded. “Dad?”

“I’m here. Is everything okay?” It was so good to hear his voice. Why did she have tears in her eyes?

“Yeah, yeah, I’m good. Um, funny story, though.” Her eyes flickered nervously to her mum, who wasn’t so much looking at her as the phone pressed to her ear.

“Funny story in a good way, or a bad way?”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “You know how before Mum found you again, she jumped around to different places? Across, like, universes, and stuff?”

“I’m not likely to forget.” It was an attempt at cheek, but his suddenly sombre tone belied any humour.

Rose’s heart felt almost too big for her chest. She was going to explode. She was listening to the Doctor talk about what she was going through right now. He remembered. In whatever future he was in, he knew and he remembered because they were in that future together.

“Well, uhm.” Her voice picked up speed. “It’s not Mum now, it’s before she came back, she’s jumped here and she’s here and she wants to talk to you. She, uhm. She misses you.”

“What? ” Even without seeing him, both women could clearly picture the look of confusion on his face.

“I think she may have to –” she searched for the right word “-- go back soon, but I was thinking you could talk to her?”

Even from here, she could hear the gears turning in his mind.

“Can I give the phone to her?”

He came out of his stupor a little. “Yeah, yes, please. Thank you, Mia. You clever, clever girl.”

Mia looked up at Rose then, gently offering the phone towards her. Rose gazed back, as if she was being trusted with something too precious to be exchanged here, on this pavement beside the Thames, on a random over-bright day.

She brought the phone to her ear, ever so delicately.

“Rose?” the Doctor said.

She couldn’t help it.

She burst into tears.

“Rose, is that you?”

She tried to manage an affirmative mmhmm, she really did. But he was talking to her and she had missed him so much .

“I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry I’m not there with you right now.” The sound of his voice . She sobbed. “Are– are you alright?”

“I just–” She blew out a long breath. “I - I miss you.” The admission was enough to start her off again, her grief having finally found an outlet through which to pass freely; the water of the river finally crashing through the dam.

“I know,” he murmured, “I miss you too.”

And it was so terribly true, the Doctor thought to himself. Sitting alone at this table in a conference room at Torchwood, having spent the whole afternoon trying to find his wife. And she was looking for him too. His heart twisted and snarled in his chest, looking for something to close around, aching to be with her. No matter the time or the place. They were always trying to find their way back to each other.

Another sob breaking through her almost destroyed him. He’d spent (too much) time since opening his eyes to this new existence now more than twenty-some years ago, thinking about all the ways he wished he could have been there for her when she was doing this – jumping from universe to universe, no end in sight and no reason to hope, with the weight of all of creation and then some on her shoulders. All alone.

All but for this stolen reprieve.

“You are so brave, my precious, brilliant girl. I am so lucky being able to talk to you right now, to tell you that it’s all going to be okay. Because it is. I’m proof, and so is Mia.” Rose resigned all hope of reigning in her tears. Her eyes flickered up to Mia at the mention, who was watching her nervously but tried for a reassuring smile at the eye contact. She offered her mum a little thumbs up.

“We have a daughter, Rose.”

Even though he knew it, and had known it, and had revelled in the joy of it for more than fifteen years, the Doctor still found himself suddenly misty-eyed. “Every single joy in the universe lives in her, and in you, because you found your way back to me. I promise, you are so close to this nightmare being over, okay? I promise. Even though I’m not with you now physically, I’m always with you. My Fortuna.”

Her breath shuttered and halted and rushed back in. My Fortuna.

“Can I ask, when you’ve just come from?”

She cleared her throat and tried to take a steadying breath. She was going to find her way back to him. The thought overwhelmed her every sense. She was blind, unseeing in the dark, except for this one flicker of light she could now crawl towards.

“My birthday’s just gone, too. Just over a month ago now. 2008.”

The Doctor couldn’t help the short gasp he let out. If it was almost June 2008, then she really was close to this nightmare being over.

“Is – is that good?” Nervous.

She could hear the smile in his voice as he spoke, could picture it stretching his cheeks and shining like the sun. “Yes . I know I don’t need to tell you we’re toeing the proverbial laws-of-time line as it is already, but you are so close. You’re in the home stretch.”

A bomb could have just gone off, from the way her ears were ringing. The home stretch. She was in the home stretch and she was going to find him again and one day she’d be able to see the smile she could now only hear.

With cruel irony, her dimension cannon beeped at her side. A computer’s voice announced, “two minutes until shift.”

Damn that stupid cannon and these stupid universes and her stupid luck.

“It feels like I’m never gonna find you,” she whispered. Her darkest secret.

His heart twisted and shattered and broke. He missed her. He needed her. He loved her.

“You will, I promise you will.” He bit down on his lip. The Doctor was and always had been a fixer, but this was a moment where he couldn’t and had no choice; resigned to being a passenger as time ran its unrepentant course. But there was one thing he still hadn’t told her that he wished she knew.

Well, fuck it.

“I’m not going to rob you of any moments you have yet to experience, and there are going to be a lot of good ones,” he chuckled to himself, “but, well, there is something I want you to know. Do you remember the last time we spoke, on the beach?”

Rose Tyler, I- . As if she could ever forget. Pain twisted in her chest, sharp and stinging.

“Yeah,” she breathed out.

The Doctor took a deep breath. “You told me something. Something I don’t take lightly. And I want, need you to know, that… you’re everything to me. You have given me happiness more infinite than I could have ever dreamed of. You are the centre of my universe. You are my heart. I… I care for you more than I can say. Do –” he felt suddenly worried, worried that this opportunity might be lost, that she wouldn’t know, that she was doomed to suffer this next month in the dark, that she had never known until that second time on the beach; not at the Game Station, or Krop Tor, or— “Do you know what I’m trying to say?”

Rose’s tears were hot against her cheeks, her chest heavy with longing. She wanted to run until she found him, and rest with him in her soul at the crack of dawn after this long, long night.

He loved her.

“Yes, Doctor. Of course I do, I do too, I–”

The phone, suddenly without someone to hold it up, fell offensively to the ground. The way it laid there, staring unblinking into the sun against the pavement, was almost violent.

“Rose? Rose?!”

Mia picked the phone up gingerly.

“She disappeared, Dad.”

His head was full of static. His thoughts were rushing and all he could hear was the crash of a wave just about to take him under.

Of course I do. I do too, she had said.

He let out a breath, devastated and relieved as realisation struck like lightning to every one of his nerves.

Oh.

Oh.

She knows.

#tentoo x rose #ficandchips #rose tyler #doctor who #my fic #otp: if i believe in one thing i believe in her #soooo excited to share!!! been working on this for awhile and finally finished it up #second chapter is already finished so i will post soon 💞 #please enjoy !!! i havent published anything since 2021 skckdkk #but trust that i have been here The Whole Time #skdkskdk

[finnlongman]

Found a new edition of a text that I could previously only find in an edition from 1909 but when I say "new" I mean 1935, and when I say "found" I mean "theoretically I know the book it's in, and I could pay £25 for a secondhand copy, but also it's in the seanchló and I cba, however it is available digitally as a single webpage and if you paste it into a Word doc it renders it in Roman type and then you can ctrl+f all the lenition marks to make the orthography slightly easier"

Given that the 1909 edition was also only available to me as a dodgy webpage that I pasted into a Word document, this is possibly an improvement, but also now I have 98 pages to manually re-space and correct, so, hmm. Have we gained anything? That is, indeed, the question.

#finn is not doing a phd #i am tired. so tired. #PLEASE can ruairi o huiginn publish the edition he promised me in 2021

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Choose The Next Book I Publish!

Btw, if I don't find a new fandom to get into in the next, oh, couple of weeks, I'm going to go ahead with formatting/editing/publishing my next novel! I'd love for y'all to let me know which of these concepts you would be interested in (all of them are finished & edited manuscripts that just need one final polish/cover design). Whichever one ends WILL be the next book I put out, so choose wisely (or spread to your friends to skew the results, whichever floats your boat).

(Oh, and the "comparisons" here are NOT fanfic-related, it's just to describe the vibes.)

Oh, and if there are any artists who might be interested in making a cover/cover art for a cover, I'm good to commission one! My budget generally runs about 200$ for a cover, so if that's not enough for you, I totally understand, but if you're at all interested, please let me know!

#writeblr #aletterinthenameofsanity #my writing #polls #burn the house down #kenna jenkins #this rotten work #liv mercer's guide to getting out #we meet at the end #publishing #writing progress #writing process #self publishing #lett vidal #rachel barsky #liv mercer #i'm just now realizing that i got really into enemies-to-lovers lesbians for like all of 2021 #whoops #carry on #community #power rangers #pacific rim