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Equinox
Author: @hikariandyamiblog
Rated M • Published 2023 • In progress • Word count: ~7k
“One more outburst, demigod,” the rage in the king’s voice is palpable, “and I will risk Khonsu’s wrath.”
Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44548438/chapters/112054804
@shinayashipper says: Equinox by Hikariandyami has been in my mind for days now. Demi-god Yugi is so pretty. And i dont want to suffer alone from their Unresolved Sexual Tension that goes Stronger every chapter 😂😂 I must get y'all to read this!! If u like ancient egypt aus and beloved sexy dom Atem...
#submittedrecs#library#rating:m#2020to2024#status:wip#length:5to10k#puzzleshipping#site:ao3#alternate universe#ancient egypt#char:pharaoh#mythsandfolklore
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REC: AKelaNakamura - Lock The Last Open Door - Danny Phantom [Archive of Our Own]
URL: https://ift.tt/xF3q2ak by @akela-nakamura
Amity Park doesn't exist. That's the official line.
On the surface, it would appear that Amity Park truly didn't. But the more Batman digs, the less true that seems. You add the fact that there's an unconscious teenager in the Batcave's Medbay that begged for his help and Batman smells a coverup. Amity Park may not exist on paper, but Batman won't let that stop him from saving it.
Tucker's on his last legs. The escape out of Amity took everything he had and of all the places to land in, he finds himself in Gotham. Through a bit of creative hacking and desperation, he manages to find the reclusive Batman, only to babble about needing help and passing out at the man's feet. He just has to convince Batman that ghosts exist and that his entire town is in danger. Easy, right? (Words: 55,723)
!!!fandom, !!fic, |site:ao3, +fandom:danny.phantom, +fandom:batman.-.all.media.types, ::rating:mature, ::category:gen, relationship:danny.fenton.&.tucker.foley.&.sam.manson, relationship:batfamily.members.&.tucker.foley, ~ao3:amity.park.under.siege, ~ao3:giw, ~ao3:batfamily.(dcu).feels, ~ao3:crossover, ~ao3:crossovers.&.fandom.fusions, ~ao3:halfa.jason.todd, ~ao3:amity.park.doesn't.exist, ~ao3:allegedly, ~ao3:dp.x.dc, ~ao3:amity.park.is.liminal, ~ao3:casper.high.(danny.phantom), ~ao3:pov.tucker.foley, ~ao3:the.angst.is.coming, ~ao3:angst, ~ao3:everlasting.trio, ~ao3:blood.and.gore, ~ao3:ghosts.have.ectoplasm.instead.of.blood.(danny.phantom), ~ao3:gore, ~ao3:graphic.injury, ~ao3:ghost.cores.(danny.phantom), ~ao3:guys.in.white.capture.danny.fenton, ~ao3:guys.in.white.organization.(danny.phantom), ~ao3:ecto-contaminated.|.liminal.amity.park.residents.(danny.phantom), ~author:akelanakamura
#i eat fic for breakfast#fic recs#via:pinboard#schrödinger's content warnings#queue me up scotty#goddamnit ifttt
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WHAT'S WRONG WITH SECRETARY JEON
SITE:AO3
PAIRING:KIM MINGYU X JEON WONWOO
RATING:GENERAL
WORD COUNT:104.9K
““It wasn’t a joke? You actually want to resign?”
A small nod. “Yes, I’ve started drafting the job posting to find a suitable replacement. Rest assured…”
Mingyu drowns the deep voice of his secretary out as he retrieves the letter of resignation. He pauses to look at it, actually look at it, and proceeds to let out a bark of laughter.
Secretary Jeon pauses his dialogue to stare at his boss, who was bending over with high-pitched laughter. Before he could inquire what the joke was, however, Mingyu walks towards him with the envelope in hand, and roughly rips the the piece of stationery in two.
“No.” He looks at a wide-eyed Wonwoo with a smug expression. “My answer is no. Now leave.”
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featuring an overconfident mingyu and a barely keeping it together wonwoo (someone please save him)”
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Many thanks for the reply. I do have a request dying a slow death on dw, it was a long-ish fic about a recon mission where the society has slaves, but all of them have blue eyes only. The meeting party asked if the team is there for the festival or maybe auction, misunderstanding ensues. Daniel gets slipped a mickey. I am certain it used to be on ao3, but since been scrubbed.
That doesn’t ring a bell for me, but I hope someone else recognizes this. Is this familiar to anyone else?
@nevospitanniy are there any specific phrases or quotes that you remember? If there are, you can try a specific google search… [“insert quote here” site:ao3.org], that might bring it up for you. If you don’t think it’s up on ao3 anymore, you might be able to search the wayback machine, but I’ve never tried doing that for fic, so I’m not sure how successful you’d be. Anyway, I wish you luck in your search. Please share when you find it! :)
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#fic: hummer tires and lube#site:ao3#author:quizasvivamos#out of context fanfiction#out of context klaine fanfiction
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Island of Isolation
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Blue was on Earth. She’d been there for cycles.
At first, when she warped onto Earth from Homeworld, she had meant to talk to Steven. She had shape-shifted down as small as her gem allowed her and walked up to the temple, about to call Steven’s name. But the words died on her tongue when she heard a cacophony of laughter from within the house. She had stood outside, watching through the mesh door at the family within, as they sat in front of the TV holding some kind of controllers.
She had felt a pang in her heart as she watched Steven and the Quartz, Amethyst, smack their hands together triumphantly. It appeared as if they had won something, maybe a game. Then the taller two gems pretended to pout until Steven embraced them.
A smile crossed her lips as she watched, seeing the love they showed for each other. Her mind wandered to her own family. White, who was trying to be more involved with her and Yellow, but was naturally still standoffish. It would take more than a few years to change millenia long habits. And Yellow.
Her eyes began to prickle. She had left the house, her feet silently carrying her back to the warp pad she had come from. Stepping on it, she kept her mind blank, wondering where it would take her.
Where she landed was some tropical island. Thankfully, it seemed to be deserted, save for some small organics. But no humans and certainly no gems. She was alone.
Keeping her form small, she laid down on the beach, the water gently lapping at her feet. She sighed.
It’s good to see Steven so happy. I’m glad he didn’t stay with us on Homeworld, I think he would have been miserable.
Her thin fingers began to comb through her hair, something she often found herself doing when she was lost in thought.
He’s done so much for us...helping us all learn to be happy again. Even White. So much has changed, and so quickly. It’s nice to have some freedom now. It’s nice to see Yellow have some time to relax.
Her fingers catch a tangle and she frowns while unworking it. She feels her shoulders droop as her mind wanders to the reason she came to Earth.
Yellow…
Tears begin to pool in her eyes. She swipes at her face angrily.
Why do I always cry? I’ve cried for six thousand years already. Why can’t I just be strong like Yellow?
Blue lowers her hands from her face, feeling them ball up into fists.
But I’ve always been weaker. I could never best her in combat or war strategy. She has hundreds more colonies than I do.
Tears are now pouring from her azure eyes.
She’s so...perfect. I love her so much.
A blue light bathes the air around her.
I just wish I could do something to deserve you. You stayed by my side for so long, loving me when I couldn’t love you back. Working for the two of us, even though it must have killed you. Oh, Yellow.
Blue lets her tears turn to sobs. They’ve built up in her chest for quite some time. She had promised not to use her powers to make others cry, as a change for the new Era. She made an effort to wait until she was alone in her chambers to let it out.
But it proved difficult, with her and Yellow growing closer. The golden gem seemed to have a sixth sense for when her counterpart was upset.
So she had fled to Earth, wanting to give her lover time for herself. Not wanting to burden the hard working gem with her own useless emotions.
The sun rose and set, casting shadows on the crying Diamond. High tide came and water washed over her form, which had returned back to its normal size, burying her gently under a thin layer of sand. When the waves lowered, her copious tears etched little rivers in the sand.
Here she lay, lost in her torturous thoughts. Sometimes, sobs would break through her chest and other times, she lay still, tears streaming down well worn paths.
When all her tears have been shed, she sits up. Sand slides off her draping robes and long white hair.
Sighing, she pulls a small device from within the folds of her dress. Yellow had designed new technology at the beginning of Era 3. As she opened it, screens projected out in the air in front of her. The device functioned as a tiny control board, making it easy to work outside the often stifling palace walls.
You should do something, you useless hunk of rock, she thinks to herself as she pulls up a series of reports.
Her fingers dance around the screens as she works. Although her duties have lessened with the new Era, the blue gem was determined that she would attend to each and every one.
After finishing her last report, she stares blankly ahead of her, mind as empty as the screen in front of her.
Just as she’s about to sink back into the sand, a soft ping sounds and her screen glows brighter.
Across the screen reads a message:
Blue,
I haven’t seen you in a few cycles. Would you like to meet in my sauna?
Yellow
The azure gem feels tears well up in her eyes once more and she hangs her head.
Just forget about me, she thinks, go see Steven, White, Spinel… anyone would surely make you happier than spending time with me.
No sobs accompany her tears this time. She sits still, her hair forming a curtain in front of her face that sways gently in the wind.
She lets herself stay in the position for a few seconds before looking up to dismiss the message. Her face twists into a scowl as she searches for more work to complete. Refreshing the screen, she waits for her gems to finish their reports. They slowly trickle in. In Era 3, work was completed slower than before, to give gems more free time.
But Blue is determined, and checks every submission as it comes. She even begins drawing up a prototype for a new structure for her colonies. It’s a building to allow gems to listen and perform art, something Steven had suggested.
Another ping comes as she’s working, bringing another message from Yellow.
It simply read: I miss you.
Blue’s brows furrow and she forces herself to dismiss the message. Fighting against new tears, she thinks, You don’t need me. You’re better off without me.
She raises a shaking hand to pull up her blueprints once more. Tirelessly, she works. She consults Peridots to confirm her calculations and contacts Bismuths to begin the first prototypes. Once she is satisfied that her project is complete, she leans back, closing the device.
Watching the sky above her, she allows herself rest. She watches the sunrise, bringing birds that sing cheerful songs. Then fluffy white clouds float past, breaking up the light blue sky. Finally, the sun sets once more and the light flashes yellow, orange, and red as it fades into night.
Once the last rays of sunlight disappear beyond the horizon, Blue decides her break has been long enough. Just as she’s opening up her device to check on her building’s progress, a voice sounds behind her.
“There you are!”
Yellow.
The voice continues, “Your Pearl said you had gone to Earth, but no one had seen you in quite some time. Steven and I went to every warp pad on this planet looking for you! Well, until he got tired and went back home to sleep.” The golden gem lets out a chuckle at the last statement.
Blue doesn’t turn around, instead continuing to pull up images on her screen. She feels the other gem come closer to her, leaning over her shoulder to peer at her work.
“These look great, Blue!” Yellow says brightly. “Who would have guessed that in Era 3 Blue Diamond would be stuck working as Yellow Diamond tours the Earth with Steven,” she finishes, playfully pushing Blue.
Blue’s torso falls forwards, head bowing as her hair falls around her face.
Yellow pauses before asking, “Um, was that too hard? I’m sorry.”
She gets no response. The golden gem stands awkwardly for a few moments, staring at the hunched figure in front of her. Then she sees Blue’s shoulders shake.
“Blue, what’s wrong?” she asks, her voice soft. She takes a step forward, placing a hand on robed shoulders.
Blue flinches at the touch and jerks body further forwards. She grits her teeth, cursing the tears that spring from her eyes.
“Pathetic,” she snarls to herself.
She hears Yellow walk around her, boots making soft crunching noises in the sand. Then she feels her crouch down in front of her. “Blue?”
The other Diamond’s concerned voice only makes her tears fall faster. She wills her shoulders to be calm, pressing her lips together to suppress a whimper.
A golden hand reaches through the curtain of hair, finding her chin, and gently nudging it up. “Oh love,” she gasps, catching a look at the pained expression on Blue’s face.
“What’s wrong?” she repeats.
But Blue just jerks her head away, tilting it down to the sand beside her.
“You don’t need to be here,” she mumbles.
“I want to.” Yellow’s voice is steady, calm.
“Just leave me alone. I’m sure you have more important things to do than to sit here with me. I’m just crying again,” she says bitterly.
Yellow sits down, her knees pushing up little hills in the sand. “You’re more important right now.”
Blue doesn’t answer, as she draws her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around them.
“What can I do?” Yellow asks softly, before adding, “I would do anything for you.”
The crying Diamond’s head snaps up, her eyes glowing indigo.
“Why?” she hisses, “I’m not worth anything!”
“What are you talking about?” Yellow asks, lifting a hand to cradle the other’s cheek. “I’m here for you.”
Blue leans back to avoid the touch. “You’ve always been there for me.”
“Is that a bad thing?” Yellow blinks in confusion.
“Yes” Blue wails, burying her head back into her knees, “because I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve you!”
“Did I do something to make you feel this way?”
Blue lets the question hang in the air before responding quietly. “No, you’re wonderful. You treat me so well, even when I’m a crying mess. Even though I am a mess.”
“Blue—”
“No, Yellow,” she interrupts, “all this time, you’ve been there, doing all this work, almost cracking yourself from all the stress. But you still found time to comfort me when I was sad. I don’t deserve it. I never have! I’ve always been so much weaker than you, I could never do what you do. I don’t know what you see in me to make you think I’m worthy of your love.”
Yellow is silent as she carefully chooses her words. “You don’t need to do anything to deserve my love. I want to give it to you, even if you don’t think you’re worthy.”
When Blue doesn’t respond, she speaks again, “Please let me in. Let me help you.”
She feels a hand on her shoulder, but she doesn’t pull away, “You’ve done enough,” she says quietly, “You don’t need to stay here with me any longer.”
Despite her words, Blue finds herself relaxing into the embrace she’s pulled into. Yellow begins stroking her hair, letting the silky strands flow between her fingers.
“Why do you stay with me?” she whispers.
Lips brush the top of her head. “Because I love you.”
“I don’t deserve you,” Blue repeats.
Strong arms hug her tighter. “Yes you do. You deserve everything in the universe.”
“I’m a mess. I don’t know how you put up with me. I don’t even want to be around me.” Her words turn bitter again, and she slouches down further, hating herself.
“Do you remember when I said that I alone was there for you? Back when we fought, right before I pushed you through a wall?”
Blue’s head bobs up in surprise. “Yes, I do. Why?”
“Because you alone were there for me. You’ve always been there, next to me. To cool my temper, bring sense into my rash plans.” She pauses. “Bringing beauty into my life. Even in all your times of mourning, you still cared about me. You comforted me too, I remember it all.”
“I suppose. But that still doesn’t feel like it compares.” Blue lets her head fall back down to her knees.
“I wish you could see yourself from my eyes,” Yellow says. She begins to rub small circles on the other gem’s back.
They sit in silence for a few moments, until Yellow feels the tension begin to fade from her lover’s shoulders.
“Blue?”
Blue raises her head, her eyes still shining with tears, that no longer fall. “Yes?”
“Will you let me hug you properly now? Please don’t make me beg, it’s unbecoming.”
Cobalt eyes roll up to the sky as the azure gem releases her hold on her knees. She lets Yellow guide her head to rest on her armor covered chest. Blue wraps her arms around the other Diamond and sighs.
After a few moments, Yellow says quietly, “When we get back to Homeworld, I will give you a list of all the reasons you deserve me.”
Blue’s head tilts up to face Yellow’s. “You really wrote a list?”
Golden lips pull back into a smile. “No, but I will.”
#my writing#bellow diamond#yellow diamond#blue diamond#su fanfic#steven universe#steven universe fanfic#my post#site:ao3#fanfiction#Blue is a little angsty
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Tumblr for art, AO3 for stories
Because it takes me longer to write a story than do art, which leads to longer gaps between posts, I decided to open an AO3 account. From now on I’ll post the art here, work on the story, then post both as one work in AO3. It will make the stories easier to find. AO3 also has no censorship so there’s that ;)
My AO3 link for supercorp.
It doesn’t have much now and will be updating here and in my main account when there’s something new.
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look. life is bad. everyones sad. we're all gona die. but i alredy bought this inflatable boumcy castle so are u gona take ur shoes off or wat -- jomny sun
A series of shorts and one-shots based on the "Whumptober" Prompt set in which Tony has a... less than ideal time. Each chapter is completely, for sure, 100 percent unrelated.
(Right?)
Ch1: Shaky Hands
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The man’s bound hands shook as he retrieved the shovel Bucky threw at his feet.
“Dig,” Steve ordered.
Tony dug.
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I Want Something so Impure
Link: AO3
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Pairing: Jon / Sansa
Author: SilentFrenzy
Summary: “You have caused this, you and your queen. You allowed her to speak to me that way, allowed her to order my obedience in my own home as if I’m to be her new dog to train. I am the Lady of Winterfell, and your inbred aunt has no right to-”
Lovely angst starts this out, but gets wonderfully resolved.
#fr:asoiaf / got#char:jon snow#char:sansa stark#pair:jonsa#author:silentfrenzy#rating:explicit#site:ao3#rec:fic
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Entangled by cloudsmachinations.
It is such quality mobiumshipping, which the fandom is severely lacking in. It has humor, it has tenderness, it has spiciness. The dynamics between the three boys are top-notch. AND, it is being expanded into a small series. It's amazing!
Ooh yes, I read and loved this one!!
Link on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44993545
The dynamic between the three of them is just spot on, and Yugi for all his shyness and nerves never looses the backbone that makes him the linchpin between the three of them. And the "spectating" party (whether that be Yugi or Yami), is just as active an important as the one in the drivers seat. So sweet and tender (and sexy!) all around!
#mobiumshipping#submittedrecs#status:complete#length:5to10k#rating:e#2020to2024#atem has a body#site:ao3#char:kingofgames#kink:blowjobshandjobs#kink:ghost!sex#kink:top!atem#kink:exhibitionism#genre:pwp#genre:fluff#trope:establishedrelationship#trope:meetcute#trope:firsttime#library
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REC: apotheosis_avaritia - The Future is Carved with a No.2 Pencil - Danny Phantom [Archive of Our Own]
URL: https://ift.tt/7aqfpY2 by @avaritia-apotheosis
Question 1. (1 Point) True or False: Your Name is Danny Fenton (Words: 1,443)
!!!fandom, !!fic, |site:ao3, +fandom:danny.phantom, ::rating:teen.and.up.audiences, ::category:gen, ~ao3:episode:.s02e08-09.the.ultimate.enemy, ~ao3:unconventional.format, ~ao3:angst, ~ao3:2nd.pov, ~ao3:this.takes.place.in.dan's.timeline, ~author:apotheosis_avaritia
click here for mkp's pinboard and more fic recs!
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side note: this is SUCH a cool concept and brilliant execution and i am pretty sure i will be intermittently remembering it till the day i die, godDAMN
#i eat fic for breakfast#fic recs#via:pinboard#schrödinger's content warnings#queue me up scotty#goddamnit ifttt
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INTO THE NIGHT BY boxysmiles
SITE:AO3
PAIRING:HUANG RENJUN X LEE DONGHYUCK X LEE JENO X NA JAEMIN
RATING:TEEN AND UP
WORD COUNT:31.7K
““He fits,” Renjun says, like the words are not meant for anyone but himself. Yeah, Jaemin thinks, looking at the photo again. He does. It’s just a matter of finding out if Donghyuck thinks the same.
Donghyuck gets turned into a werewolf. It's a big change, but as Jaemin finds out, it's not the only one in all their lives.”
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Witch Hunt Chapter 8: Proposition
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“This is great! Now you guys can look at each other when you speak!” Connie’s excited voice continued on as the Yellow and Blue continued to stare at each other, Yellow’s hand still stretched out through the spirit’s shoulder.
Even though Yellow’s cheeks had began to turn bright red, she found herself unwilling to pull her gaze away from Blue’s image. Her honey colored eyes swept through her friend’s face, drinking in each detail. From her thick eyelashes framing her blue eyes, to her full lips that were slightly parted in shock, her features were truly spectacular. Yellow admired the way her white hair curled in towards her face, two locks framing her face like an upside down heart.
But Blue grew bashful, the direct eye contact being too intense. She giggled nervously.
||Yellow, why are you staring at me like that?||
Before the blonde could answer, Connie’s eyes swept up to the ceiling as she blurts, “That’s just the way she looks when she finds someone attra-- oof!”
Yellow pulled her eyes away from Blue to jab her sister quickly in the side. “I’m sorry for staring. I was just surprised to see you again,” she said quickly.
The spirit turns her head, deciding to ignore the deep blush set across Yellow’s cheeks and the sudden tingling in her stomach.
||It seems like there’s a lot I don’t know about my state, even after all this time. I don’t think anyone has ever touched me since I lost my form.||
“Do you think it works with anyone? Can I try?” asks the brown-haired girl.
||Of course.||
Connie reaches her hand out below her sister’s. She looks around expectantly, but nothing appears. “I don’t see anything,” she announces.
“I guess you’re still invisible to others,” Yellow says sadly.
||That’s alright, I’m glad you can see me, at least.||
Blue was surprised at the truth behind her words. She wasn’t disappointed that Connie couldn’t see her.
“Well maybe we can try a few new experiments now that we know you and Yellow can interact in other ways?” suggests Connie.
The blonde turns back to Blue. “It’s up to you. I know this might be a bit overwhelming, me seeing you and everything.
||No, it’s alright. I’m curious as well.||
“Okay, let’s start with seeing if Yellow needs to establish the connection. Yellow, put your hand down, and Blue reach out to touch Yellow,” Connie commands, assuming her role as a researcher.
The two do as they are told. Blue reaches out with one slender hand to grab Yellow on the shoulder. Although her hand sinks down through the blonde’s sharp shoulder, she imagines that she can feel the hard muscles.
“I can see you!” Yellow grins, meeting her gaze.
“Great! Now we know it works both ways,” says Connie, ignoring the hearts in her sister’s eyes, “Now let’s see if touch has any effect on your pathokinesis.”
The trio run several tests before the two sisters grow tired. While they don’t find anything else of significance, both Yellow and Blue glow with the knowledge that they can now look into each other's eyes.
The phantom bade the two humans goodnight, promising to come back to join them for breakfast. She phases through the apartment door, as the two threaten each other if one should snore.
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Once Blue is left alone with her thoughts, she allows herself to digest the day’s findings. Surprisingly, being seen again doesn’t feel as scary as it had the first time. No, what was worrisome was the way the blonde looked at her, and what it made her feel.
Back when she lived in her village, Blue had never had time to explore relationships with other youths from her village. Her mother hadn’t been very close, and her father had died shortly after her birth. This meant she didn’t know a darn thing about romantic relationships.
Her feelings for Yellow were complicated. She wasn’t sure if the intense pleasure she felt when speaking to her friend was because she was finally being heard, or for other, deeper reasons.
Yellow was charming. Her delicate features made her very attractive, and her striking honey color eyes alluring. But it was her fierce protectiveness to those she loved that Blue found herself thinking about. The way she spoke about her friends and family. And how she would give them her undivided attention if they needed to talk about something. Or the way Yellow had worried when Connie asked so many personal questions.
But Blue couldn’t place her feelings for the blonde. It was complicated. She was complicated. She was a spirit, a woman centuries old, without a physical body. And besides that, she was difficult. Fearful, anxious, scarred, calloused. Awkward.
She was developing feelings for her new friend, but it wouldn’t do much good to dwell on them. She was not alive, she could have no part in any dating games.
Blue sighed. I should be grateful that she even wants to be my friend. I can’t do most things; all we can do is sit and talk.
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“Yellow! Yellow, wake up.”
The thin blonde rolled over in her bed, turning to face her older sister who lay beside her. “What time is it?” she asked sleepily.
The brown-eyed girl rolled her eyes. “Morning! Now listen, I was thinking about Azurea last night before I fell asleep. I think we should help her get her body back.”
Two amber eyes widen, suddenly awake. “What? Get her...Connie, you know that sounds crazy right? I mean for one, maybe she doesn’t even want it back. She was pretty clear that she didn’t regret her sacrifice.”
“Oh, come on!” says Connie with a sigh, “Just because she doesn’t regret it doesn’t mean she doesn’t want it back. Besides, I find this whole deal completely unfair! I mean she saved her sister’s one life, but the witch has been using her body for several lifetimes now. I say we go find her and demand she give it up!”
Yellow watched a glow in her sister’s eyes burn. She knew her how her sister could get when she had an idea. “I think we should ask Blue how she feels about it. And I think we should ask carefully. You were kind of hard on her yesterday.”
To her surprise, Connie nodded in agreement. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have pushed so hard. But we did learn a lot. I think it was good for her. She hasn’t talked about any of that stuff with her sister before. It must be hard to keep all the heaviness to herself.”
“Alright. Well, we can ask her what she thinks before we go off making any rash plans. And we might as well get up, I’m sure she’ll be coming back soon,” Yellow says before leaving the bed to get dressed.
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When Blue comes back to Yellow’s apartment, she finds the two sisters sitting at the small table eating breakfast.
||Good morning.||
“Blue!” Connie exclaims, her face lighting up at the voice.
Blue puts a slender hand on Yellow’s muscled shoulder. The blonde looks up at her sheepishly. But before she can dwell on her strange expression, Connie rushes on.
“Yellow and I were thinking, maybe we can help you get your body back!”
“Actually, it was Connie’s idea,” Yellow says quickly.
The phantom looks from one sister to the other. Connie is beaming in her direction. Yellow on the other hand, searches her face, looking for signs of distress.
||It’s very nice of you to offer. But it would be dangerous, and I don’t even know where the witch is now. Besides, I made a deal, and I’m sure we couldn’t get it back without sacrificing something in return.||
“You’re right, of course. I tried to tell Connie that it wasn’t a good idea,” Yellow said, still looking embarrassed.
Suddenly, the white-haired spirit looked wistful.
||It would be nice to have a physical form again. But I couldn’t ask that of you.||
Connie’s eyes began to glow. “We are so going on a witch hunt! I can do some research on witches at the library when I get back home.”
Her enthusiasm was infectious. “Okay, let’s find this lady! Where is this forest you found her in? Is this apartment building where your village was?” Yellow said with determination.
||I’m not convinced this is a good idea. Even if we were to find the witch, and recovered my body, I have no place in society now.||
“What do you mean?” asked Connie with a frown.
||Jobs, for example. They didn’t exist when I was alive. I have no employable skills.||
“Oh but that’s silly! I’m sure you can find a job that suits you. There are so many options. Yellow and I can help you,” Connie said.
“Yes, and you can stay with me in my apartment. I’m sure I can find a used couch or another bed somewhere,” Yellow adds. Connie shoots her a look, with one eyebrow raised.
Blue feels tears prickle in her eyes.
||You are both so nice!||
The phantom removes her hand from Yellow’s shoulder, too ashamed to let the thin woman watch her cry.
“You’re our friend,” Connie says softly, “and we’ll do anything to help you. That’s what friends are for.”
Yellow nods, reaching out to her. Once they make contact, her honey colored eyes bore into her, conveying the weight of Connie’s words.
“So, Blue, are we doing this? Are we going on a witch hunt?”
Looking between the two sisters, Blue feels a surge of warmth flow through her heart. She had friends, something she hadn’t had in centuries. And now, they wanted to help her get her body back.
||It will be dangerous.||
Blue’s voice deadpanned.
To her surprise, Yellow only laughed. “I’m used to danger. I fought in underground fight rings as a child, it can’t be so bad!”
||I would never forgive myself if you were hurt.||
Tears fell and her voice shook. She looked up to Yellow’s face, pleading with her.
But it was Connie that answered. “So we’ll be careful. Now, tell us where this forest is! Then I can use the location to search if there are any recorded stories about this witch.”
Her grin almost split her face into two, and the one Yellow was sporting was almost as large. Blue nearly melted under the intensity of the two stares. Finally, she relented.
||The forest is next to a town now called Monterey.||
Connie reached into a backpack leaning against her chair and brought out a small notebook and pencil. “Okay, and what was your village called? We need as many details as possible. I can use my university’s database to look up some old myths of the area.”
||It was called Wysteria. I lived there 387 years ago.||
“This is great! I will look up information as soon as I am back home. I’ll text call Yellow and tell you guys what I find,” the black-haired woman said, her eyes full of stars.
Yellow was laughing again. “Oh now you’ve done it! Now that Connie’s got a new project, we won’t be able to talk about anything else until we’ve found that witch.”
“Hey, what about when you and your martial arts studio. It’s all we heard about for a whole year!” Connie shot back.
Blue watched as the blonde play tackled her sister, observing them screaming and laughing. She sighed. There was still so much to discuss, but she couldn’t bring herself to bring the subject back. Not when the two were having so much fun. Her mind pulled back to her own sister and Blue was suddenly glad no one could see her. Tears silently fell, unnoticed.
There will be more time to talk about this later.
#my writing#bellow diamond#blue diamond#yellow diamond#witch hunt#steven universe#steven universe fanfic#su fanfic#site:ao3
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like a map that traced her pain
Link: AO3
Fandom: Game of Thrones
Pairing: Jon / Sansa
Author: graceverse
Summary: Like a map that traced her pain, the aches and the sorrows of her soul, a network of intertwined lines, veins and rivers and roads that aimlessly meander across her skin, Jon follows the latticework of scars with his fingers, his skin barely grazing hers, gentle and calloused.
It's full on hurt/comfort sex done so beautifully.
#fr:asoiaf / got#char:jon snow#char:sansa stark#pair:jonsa#author:graceverse#rating:teen#site:ao3#rec:fic
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Domino's Next Hottest Monster
Author: @ink-flavored
Rated M • Published 2023 • Completed 2023 • Word count: <5k
Every time Yugi and Atem interact, someone is at risk of losing a limb or two. When they cross paths at the same house-party, things go exactly as well as you’d expect.
Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44574994
Admin's notes: Monster University party, with Yugi as a siren and Atem a succubus, and a whole lot of sassy banter. The fun premise aside, it's also gorgeous imagery in a universe full of all sorts of creatures. Tell me, Yugi, what do you use to polish your scales??
#puzzleshipping#trope:mermaids#rating:m#2020to2024#status:complete#length:under5k#mythsandfolklore#uniandcollege#nightclub#yugis pov#trope:monsters#site:ao3#trope:enemiestolovers#trope:onenightstand
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REC: Lynse - Connections - Danny Phantom [Archive of Our Own]
URL: https://ift.tt/hp9cvNl by @ladylynse
Maddie knows that the Booo-merang has keyed into Danny, for whatever reason, so what's she to think when she sees it collide with Phantom? (Words: 21,121)
!!!fandom, !!fic, |site:ao3, +fandom:danny.phantom, ::rating:general.audiences, ::category:gen, relationship:danny.fenton.&.maddie.fenton, ~ao3:don’t.copy.to.another.site, ~ao3:identity.reveal, ~ao3:reveal, ~ao3:conversations, ~ao3:misconceptions, ~author:lynse, #ambiguous/open.ending
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#i eat fic for breakfast#fic recs#via:pinboard#schrödinger's content warnings#queue me up scotty#goddamnit ifttt
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