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spondee-soliloquy · 5 years

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reposting a thing that got nuked in Tumblr’s ban of my writing blog

“what are you doing?”

“folding shirts,” you say, because your mother raised an honest child once, standing there in front of the open door with a button-down in your hand because it wasn’t ready to be put down yet when the knock came.

“i can see that,” she says and she is annoyed but keeps asking anyways because she has accepted that you must be handled like a finicky lock and picked one question at a time. you are not sure whether you like that she has learned this, and keeps talking to you anyways. “why are you folding shirts?”

“packing,” you say, and turn around to get back to it because it isn’t like she’s going to go away.

“packing?” she says, and her voice has risen higher in distress. “you’re packing? are you leaving?”

“no,” you say, truthfully, and kneel on the floor to spread out the shirt, tug it straight, fold the arms over so it’s giving itself a hug, fold down from the top, fold in half, add it to the pile.

“why are you packing?” she has followed you, and you can hear the question directed at the open duffel bag in the corner but know that she’s asking you, who is capable of answering her.

you shrug. “it’s something to do.”

“i see.” she’s not happy with that answer. you can’t help that.

you used to play ‘moving’ when you were little, helping toys ‘pack-your-things-and-go,” stacking all the lego people and their hybrid construct ships in a box, pretending conversations between them as they got ready to fly to outer space or a hidden island or the middle of the prairie where no one else could ever find them. you used to imagine you were going with them.

now you can play it in real life, but it’s not like with the legos where their whole lives can go with them and no one’s left behind. every move leaves something behind, people who don’t understand why you left or where you went or anything else. people who think they’re entitled to.

“don’t you have better things to do?” she’s worried now, you think, not angry really. you think about saying ‘no,’ about having her sweep down and drag you out to start some minor adventure or eat a meal in public or take a job, to start something new or interesting that will form another tie like a spider’s thread to pull you into this place.

but you have more than you need whenever you care to go look for it, and packing is something that will quiet your shaking nerves enough that you might be able to lead the way to whatever tiny adventure awaits tonight, and after all. your mother raised an honest child, once.

so you say “yes,” and reach for another shirt.

she waits for you to zip up the duffel.

#sroloc writes stuff #microfiction #kinda #another excerpt from a book i’m never going to write #fiction

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words-writ-in-starlight · 4 years

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*rushes in* Julia Waxmen and/or Magnus Burnsides, heart and gutcanon?

Heartcanon

Julia and Magnus technically got married twice! Actually they got married once and had two weddings, but since there was a whole ceremony both times, they said they got married twice. The second time was a few weeks after the end of the revolution, and Julia wore yellow and Magnus cried through his vows and they kissed under a gazebo he built just for them, and the entire town cheered. They were married by a Fantasy Justice of the Peace (Magnus feels weirdly uneasy about having a cleric do his real-ass wedding, can’t quite put his finger on it) and it was all real cute.

The first time, a cleric neither of them had met before, some dryly amused gnome, slapped them both on the back twenty minutes before the last battle of the revolution, and cast Ceremony. It was Julia’s idea.

Gutcanon

Julia was buff. Julia could whip Magnus in an arm-wrestling match and he told everyone about it. Julia did metalwork and had scars on her hands and fought with a sledgehammer before she got a real, actual weapon during the revolution (it was a mace). Magnus broke every heart in Ravensroost when Julia kissed him in front of her father’s workshop, and he knew it, and he still dipped her like a dramatic fuck and she shrieked and toppled them both clean off the front step until they were laughing on the ground. Magnus and Julia were a matched set of Grade A FDA (Fantasy Department of Agriculture) approved thick-cut beef, and she wore heels to their wedding (the second one) and lorded her three inches of height over him like an asshole the entire time. Magnus fireman carried his wife over the threshold in revenge. You fucking know I’m right.

#magnus burnsides #julia waxmen #taz #taz balance #otp: the arms that have held my wife #starlight writes stuff #ask meme #headcanon meme #ceremony grants +2 AC for 24 hours if you use it to marry two or more consenting adults #BUFF JULIA RIGHTS!!!!!!#IN THIS HOUSE WE SUPPORT BUFF JULIA RIGHTS!!!!!!#she wore heels because magnus has exactly one inch of height on her in bare feet and will never let her forget it #lup meets julia and immediately announces to magnus that tragically she is now going to steal his bride #everyone gets a good laugh about it but after magnus starts showing them the cabin lup DOES pause to mutter #'hey but seriously if you ever get sick of him hit me and barold up we'd treat you right'#julia tells magnus about it later and he tells kravitz to control his lackies after he stops laughing #a queue we will keep and our honor someday avenge #sroloc--elbisivni #asked and answered

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gingerly-writing · 6 years

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I found your tumblr and I scrolled until there was no more (I stayed up too many days oh my god) and I can't find blogs with superhero/villain stories (anymore... read through the-modern-tyepwriter and others). It's all fanfiction/prompts. Any long stories with complicated hero/villain dynamics you know of? And do you post your stories and universe anywhere (seen snippets and I WANT MORE)? Sorry 'bout this and THANK YOU FOR BEING ACTIVE YOU POST EVERYDAY AND I LOVE IT. Thank you for writing!

awww, thank you so much for the compliments!

okay, so I know @rrrawrf-writes, @haphazardlyparked, @straycatreadsthat, @shorecatcher and @writerly-blonde all definitely write and post at least a few superhero snippets and prompt fills. there’s definitely at least one other person because I was stalking their blog like three months ago but I can’t remember their URL.

IF YOU POST SUPERHERO WRITING please reblog or reply to this post because both this Anon and I will probably follow you and shower you in love

there are superhero books out there too! if you want seriously complicated. I’ve heard Vicious by V.E. Schwab is good, but I can’t vouch for it because while I think I have it on Kindle, I haven’t read it yet. there’s a few lighthearted or kidlit books about superheroes too, but if you want complicated that’s probably not your cup of tea.

honestly, I get my fix from fanfiction. some of the fics I’ve read over the years are mindblowing, far better than any original superhero fiction I’ve ever read (no shade intended). trust me, I knew nothing about Marvel or DC when I started getting into it, but if you’re willing to watch a couple of shows like any one of the original Teen Titans, Justice League Unlimited, Young Justice, Avengers Assemble cartoon, the DC animated movies or the MCU, you can pick up enough of the basics so damn fast (as well as all of these being a m a z i n g in their own rights) and then you’ll have years worth of excellent fic at your fingertips. literally met one of my best online friends (@sroloc–elbisivni) because her YJ DC fic blew my fucking mind

I would post more of my superhero stuff…if I actually wrote more. my plan after Piracy Pays is over was to start a new mini series focused on someone in my supers universe, but uni is killing me and I’m just about to hit exam season, and I should also focus on my major projects so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ we’ll see how that goes. one day I will write the 16+ books I have swimming around in my head for this universe. one day. but until that day, I’m afraid the only snippets y’all can read are the ones posted on my blog

hope this all helps!

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yawaribleubear · 6 years

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RvB Secret Santa Gift

Hello, this was a secret santa gift for @sroloc--elbisivni for the @redvsbluesecretsanta event this year! I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Tucker and Wash meet in a cafe one Christmas evening. A writer meeting a barista is bound to go well.

Pairing: Tuckington

“One Caffe Americano with two extra shots of espresso ready for action!”

It was an extremely busy day at the coffee shop. Tucker was busting out drinks like crazy while York was helping guests at the register and Carolina was serving guests at their tables. The holidays seemed to get a little crazy, but hey, it made the small shop money. They’re not really going to complain.

“Two Caramel Macchiatos and one Eggnog Latte with no whipped cream coming up!” Tucker slid the drinks on the counter as Carolina placed them on her tray.

“How much longer until the rush is over?” She put the tray down and adjusted her ponytail before picking it back up.

“Probably another hour.” Tucker groaned. “My hands are getting tired from making all of these drinks.”

“No kidding. My feet are starting to kill me.”

“Enough chit chat, guys! And lady. We got some guests to finish serving,” York called out from his register.

“Then how about you do it, Mr. I’m-Suave-And-Better-At-Making-Coffee?” Tucker raised an eyebrow and dared him to take the challenge.

“I think I will.” York finished up and switched spots with Tucker, throwing on his apron and settling in for work.

Carolina just rolled her eyes and walked away. She’ll never really understand why they tend to compete the way they do, but it works. With one foot after the other, she set about the cafe and got to work.

Meanwhile Tucker was settling behind the register, apron off and smooth smile ready. “And what can I get for you lovely women this afternoon?”

The two girls swooned at his voice, his eyes inviting them to spend their money and buy a very expensive coffee. Tucker knew exactly how to go about customer service, especially with the ladies. They promptly ordered their drinks and he rang them up. Another sale for the shop.

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“Finally, the rush is done.” Tucker took off his hat and ran his hand through his hair carefully. It wasn’t that the rush was bad- they know how to deal with rush hour. It was the fact that it was Christmas Eve and they were all ready to go home to their families. York and Carolina had planned to head home and spend Christmas with their families, while Tucker was going to hang out with Church for a little bit before heading home for the evening. Christmas was nice and all, but visiting his family in Texas was difficult as it is. He opted out of this year, but promised to visit for New Year’s instead. His little nieces and nephews were going to be excited about the gifts he sent them this year.

“Excuse me, sir?”

Tucker turned around to see a man whose aura screamed at him. Blonde hair with gray streaks, a scar going down his right eye and several scattered on his nose, and a blue sweater and muscly arms decorated his upper body.. His eyes were a lovely shade of grey with specks of gold here and there. He looked to be Tucker’s age, maybe a little older. Whatever the case may be, he appeared to be tired.

“Hi there.” Tucker felt speechless. For the first time, he was speechless. This man, he was beautiful. More beautiful than all of the women he had ever saw in his life, more beautiful than the men he usually hung out with.

“Hey. Can I get an iced latte with two shots of espresso, extra whipped cream, and a shot of caramel and chocolate?”

He had a sweet tooth. Tucker wrote down his order on the cup. “Sure thing. Anything else?”

“Hmm… I’ll take that breakfast sandwich you guys have.”

He loved savory items to balance out the sweetness. “Which one? We have the…” Tucker droned on about the kinds of breakfast sandwiches they had, hoping to keep him in his life for just a little longer.

“That sounds amazing. I’ll take two of the bacon, gouda, and egg sandwich.” The man smiled sweetly at him. “And I’ll also take some of that classic coffee cake.”

“Warmed up?”

“Yes, please.”

Tucker rang him up at the register. “Coffee cake’s on the house, okay?”

The man was pulling out his card when he looked back up at Tucker. “You sure?”

“Absolutely.” Okay Tucker, you can do this.

“Anything for a gorgeous man like you.”

The man couldn’t help but blush, coughing a little as he placed his card into the reader. “U-Uh, thank you very much.”

“No no, thank you! Can I get your name, please?”

“Washington.” He pulled his card out a few seconds later and placed it back into his wallet.

“Washington. I really like that name.” He wrote it down and slid the cup towards York. “We’ll deliver your drink and food to your table shortly.”

“Thanks.” Washington smiled and walked away, heading to his table to sit and check his laptop. Did the barista really just flirt with him?

“Carol, mind switching with me?” Tucker had finished warming up Wash’s food as York called out the drink.

“About time my feet get to rest.” She happily switched with him and rested behind the counter. At least there was a stool, so she could sit for a while.

“You can thank me later.” He grinned and placed his order on the tray. Tucker swiftly made his way to Wash’s table and placed everything down in front of him.

“Alright, here’s your latte, your two sandwiches, and that coffee cake. Anything else you’d like?”

For Tucker to sit with him. “I think I’m good. What’s your name?”

“Name’s Tucker. Most people call me-”

“No we don’t!” Carolina called from the register with a smug grin on her face. Tucker was going to get her back for that someday.

“Anyway, nice meeting you Wash. Let me know if you need anything else, okay?”

“Actually- I have one request.”

Tucker placed the tray under his arm and nodded. “Alright, shoot.”

“Do you mind sitting with me for a while?” He had a look of pure innocence in his eyes. It tugged at Tucker’s heart.

“Sure thing. Lemme put this tray back.” Tucker quickly walked over to York and slid the tray to him. “I’m on break for eternity.”

“I had a feeling.” York chuckled and handed him a drink. “That’s for you. Carol suggested I make it as a surprise.”

“Thanks, man. I’ll see you two in a bit.” Tucker walked back over to Washington’s table and sat down in front of him.

“Welcome back.” Wash moved his laptop aside and placed his dinner in front of him.

“Thank you. Just curious- what are you working on right now?”

“On my laptop?” Wash took a sip of his latte.

“Yeah.” Tucker took a sip of his mystery drink as well. It was hot chocolate with peppermint in it. Not bad, York.

“Oh. I’m a writer, so I work on my books when I swing by here.” He flipped his laptop around for Tucker to see. “Wanna read something I’m working on?”

Tucker put his drink down and paid 100% attention to Wash and his work. “I’d be more than happy to.”

His eyes set to work on reading, the words on the screen slowly being processed by his mind. Wash had a way with words, more than he ever will. Unlike Tucker, Washington made the words into art. They danced along his screen with ease, his sentences were hand-crafted with love and passion behind it all, and the way his characters were coming to life was nothing like he had seen before. Tucker was amazed when he finished reading a few minutes later. He took a sip of his hot chocolate and turned back to Washington, who was anxiously waiting for a response.

“Wash… that was fucking good.” Listen, he had a comprehensible sentence in mind before he put it into practice.

“Thank you. I’ve spent weeks working on this chapter. I think it’s just about done, actually.”

“How much more do you plan on writing?”

“About two more should do it.” Wash took a bite of his sandwich and moaned in delight. “This is mouth-watering. Do you guys make this every morning?”

“Pretty much. Our chef in the back makes them before we come in for work, so we package it and have it ready for customers by the time we open up.” Tucker will have to thank Donut for his cooking skills later before he leaves.

“You guys are really good at your job, that’s for sure. No wonder you’re very popular in town.”

Tucker smiled at him. “Why thank you very much. We’re always trying to make sure the place gives off a good vibe, ya know?”

“Indeed it does.” The two men sat in silence for a minute before Tucker spoke once more.

“Hey Wash, are you doing anything tonight?”

“Not really. I was planning on heading home and writing the rest of the evening. Why do you ask?”

“I was wondering…” Tucker, don’t fuck this up. “Do you wanna spend Christmas with me? I was just going to head back home too, but I figured we can get to know each other a lot more that way. Consider it a gift from me to you.”

Washington was ecstatic. He couldn’t see his family this year due to his schedule, but at least he can spend it with someone he thoroughly enjoyed being around. “I’m in.”

“Great! I’m off my shift in about 20 minutes, sound good to you?”

“Perfect. I can get this done in that same amount of time.” His eyes lit up with a fire Tucker hadn’t seen when he first walked into the cafe. He now had a personal mission to show Washington a good time this Christmas Eve.

“Great. I’ll get back to work now. See you in 20 minutes.”

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Truth be told, Tucker grabbed his stuff and wished York and Carolina a “Happy Holidays” before leaving for the evening. He walked over to Wash, who was typing away at his laptop, and gently tapped on his shoulder. “Hey man, ready to head out?”

Wash looked up slightly startled and nodded. “Yeah, lemme just pack up and we can get going.”

“No need to rush. I got all the time in the world.” Tucker watched as he packed his laptop and leftover food into his bag, throwing his cup away as they walked out of the cafe and into the cold night air. He wrapped his scarf around his neck as they caught a bus back to his house.

Washington was tired and leaned his head against Tucker’s shoulder, his eyes closing as he rested for a little bit. Tucker allowed him to do so, a feeling in his gut telling him that he’s had long nights working on his masterpiece. Overall, it was a nice time. He eventually woke him up once they reached his stop, helping him off the bus as they walked inside his small home and turned on the heater.

“How do you feel about chicken alfredo for dinner?” Tucker hung his coat and placed his bag on the couch.

“Sounds great. Need any help with cooking?” Wash placed his bag on the floor next to the couch.

“If you want.” Tucker shrugged and made his way into the kitchen.

“I’d love to help you out.”

Wash and Tucker listen to some music while making dinner for the night, Wash poking fun at his playlist while Tucker made fun of how he cut chicken (“What do you mean I’m not cutting it right?!”). They cooked up the pasta and sat in the dining room for their dinner tonight.

“So, Wash, tell me more about yourself.”

Wash was in the middle of chewing on a piece of chicken when he quickly swallowed. “Well, I’m a writer, that much you know. I’m going to be a proud owner of a cat soon, I was in the military for a few years, got my degree in Creative Writing, and now I live in this city pursuing my dream. And I can cook some mean pasta.”

Tucker chuckled at the last part. “It definitely proves well. Tastes much better than what I usually make.”

“Why thank you.” He smiled softly. “What about you, Tucker?”

“Oh, me? I just run the cafe with my friends, dabble in dancing, and take care of my dog who’s sleeping in his bed right now.”

“So I didn’t imagine that dog when I walked in here?” Wash took a sip of his water.

“Nope. Freckles is pretty old, but he can fend for himself when I’m down at the shop.” He took another bite of his pasta. “Seriously, this is some good shit, how do you do it?”

“Lots of practice.” The two continued their small banter throughout dinner, the night seeming to fly away as they spent the rest of Christmas Eve watching old movies on the couch and eventually sleeping together on said couch around two in the morning. Luckily, the cafe was closed for the entire day, so Tucker didn’t have to leave his side. Now all he has to do is ask for his number before he leaves his house after Christmas, but Tucker can figure that out later.

#tuckington #rvb #tucker/washington #hope i'm using the right tags #rvb secret santa 2017 #the panda writes #rvbsecretsanta17

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aces-to-apples · 7 years

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@w3-4r3-th3-f1r3 *cackling intensifies*

Experienced? Yeah. Possessing any surefire way to cope with the pain? Nah.

As several friends and fellow fans can attest, the pain never really stops, you just get used to it…..Also you develop a lot of trust issues with “gruff mercenary with a heart of gold” types and people who seem a little too sympathetic to the Reds and Blues. We’re all jaded bastards at this point.

Personally I just dive headfirst into weird rarepairs and let them take over my blog until I see something shiny and get distracted again. Works wonders. I actually ended up writing some stuff and everything, it was great!

@arirashkae @imjustlo @sroloc–elbisivni Any advice for the rookie, y'all?

#replies #by apples #w3-4r3-th3-f1r3 #red vs. blue #i got very into locus/tucker and regret nothing to this day #i'm confident i shall eventually meander back to rvb and get some of those wips finished up #i owe more smut to my friends than just 'unfortunate luck'

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bizarrebird · 7 years

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RvB Fic Recs - June

Meant to do this last month, but I totally forgot, so some of these were posted a little while back, but they’re all still excellent and 100% worth checking out!

Flaming Death Pangolins and other Dangers by ZaliaChimera

Okay I read this one when it was first posted and I still come back to it again and again. I’ll be honest, I know nothing about Guild Wars, but that’s not necessary to fully understand what’s happening, and it works as a really cool crossover! Sweet Tuckington and family for Wash stuff, and forehead touches, which I’m always a sucker for. All of ZaliaChimera’s stuff is awesome honestly

Pineapples Don’t Belong on Pizza by @secretlystephaniebrown

I’m so weak for suckington, okay. And Steph writes it so fucking well. AND KAI AND TUCKER SEDUCING PIZZA MAN WASH IS EVERYTHING I NEVER KNEW I NEEDED OKAY. I love all of Steph’s stuff tbh, but this one sticks out as my current fave right now

Lay Your Weary Head to Rest by @illumynare

BLUE TEAM CUDDLES YES PLEASE!!! I love this Wash introspection and seeing things from Tucker’s side as he picks up on Wash’s little ticks and quirks and just aaaahhhh it’s so good. This is my go-to reread right now when I need a little pick me up

creatures of a brief season by @secretlystephaniebrown

Okay, maybe I lied, this my be my favorite thing Steph has written lately. I love Daemon aus and this is such a cool look at one. It’s clear just from the first chapter how much thought and care has gone into this au, and I adore every part of it

tread our little arcs upon the stars by @sroloc--elbisivni

This is the fic that got me into Yorkimbalina. I love the way each character is so distinct in the sections that focus on them, and it’s so natural the way the relationship is starting between all three of them. I’m a sucker for a good OT3, and the way these three are slowly drifting toward each other is so well thought out and just aaahhh, if you haven’t checked this out yet, you need to

#rvb rec day #fic recs

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sroloc--elbisivni · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018), Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Donatello & Leonardo & Michelangelo & Raphael (TMNT) Characters: Raphael (TMNT), Leonardo (TMNT), Michelangelo (TMNT), Donatello (TMNT) Additional Tags: Dialogue-Only, Epistolary, POV Outsider, kind of?, Hijinks & Shenanigans Summary:

Rise AU where everything is the same except the boys have a podcast that is ostensibly about reviewing every fight scene in a Lou Jitsu movie, but actually keeps descending into hot nonsense.

heheheheheheheehehehehehehehehe

#rottmnt fic #turtles #tmnt 2012 #sroloc writes stuff

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sroloc--elbisivni · 3 months

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Bunnyguard Omnibus

I wanted to make this for my own purposes, and then figured I might as well put it out there. Just for fun. Google Drive link to a single epub file collecting all twelve stories, including hyperlinked table of contents and edited notes. Happy one-year fic-iversary to me, I promise this is the absolute last Bunnyguard Day.

#sroloc babbles #sroloc writes stuff #bunnyguard

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sroloc--elbisivni · 6 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leonardo/Miyamoto Usagi, Kitsune (Usagi Yojimbo) & Miyamoto Usagi Characters: Leonardo (TMNT), Miyamoto Usagi, Donatello (TMNT), Kitsune (Usagi Yojimbo) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Bodyguard, Developing Relationship, Worldbuilding, Hidden City (TMNT), Battle Nexus (TMNT), Elements from TMNT 2003 Series: Part 10 of bunnyguard Summary:

Or: I walk through your dreams and invent the future.

“Sorry,” Leo said, trying to look properly abashed. Was Usagi having the same problem now? Maybe Leo could make himself useful. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Will you.” Usagi really did look hot when he was grumpy. Leo probably shouldn’t be grinning about it as much as he was. This was not helping him look abashed.

Or: Leo and Usagi finally get a minute to catch their breaths, and talk, and get into the fun kinds of trouble. A lot of things come to light.

bunnyguard day is happening three hours early because iiiiiiii have to go the fuck to sleep, enjoy

#bunnyguard #sroloc writes stuff #turtles #usagi yojimbo #leosagi

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sroloc--elbisivni · 7 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018), Usagi Yojimbo, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Leonardo/Miyamoto Usagi, Leonardo & The Turtles (TMNT) Characters: Miyamoto Usagi, Leonardo (TMNT), Original Characters Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Bodyguard, Puppeteering Series: Part 9 of bunnyguard Summary:

Or: Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly flames everywhere.

Leo was looking at him dubiously. “Uh, what—”

“Sh,” Usagi hissed, and moved over to the barely-ajar door. He tipped his head to let his ears fall clear, listening intently.

Unfamiliar voices. On this level, at least one hallway over. Moving away.

Or: Usagi walks from one nightmare into another one. Leo makes a choice.

bunnyguard day 🎉

#bunnyguard #tmnt #sroloc writes stuff #usagi yojimbo #rottmnt #turtles #leosagi

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sroloc--elbisivni · 5 months

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Prompt Fill Masterlist

Collected in one place so I can keep track of what it is I'm up to, anyway. Listed in order received; to be filled in no particular order. I will keep updating this and hyperlink the finished fics.

Fic - TF - Something from the band AU - becauseforoncethisisme

Fic - TF - Song lyric, "don't you know I broke the mold, like a hammer to a landmine" - darkdanc3r

Fic - Turtles - Leo + sapience play of choice - magicalspacedragon

Fic - Turtles and Usagi Yojimbo - Usagi being transported to Rise boy's NYC and falling for leo - Anonymous

Fic - Original Work - the statue who wakes up and finds out he's a saint - you know who you are

Fic - Turtles - Draxum/Splinter in Whispering Forest au - spectralsleuth

Fic - Turtles - Heist verse Leosagi set to Closer to Fine - kithnkin

Fic - TF - "How they met/fell in love" for Definitionless MegOp - Anonymous

Fic - TF - Discworld crossover - stuffbyshelby2

Fic - Turtles - Bunnyguard Usagi and Mariko trying and failing to hang a door - bobtheacorn

#sroloc writes stuff #prompt celebration #last updated 1/30/24 #prompts 2023 #fic talk

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sroloc--elbisivni · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990s Movies), Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Angel & Casey Jones (TMNT), Casey Jones/April O'Neil (TMNT) Characters: Casey Jones (TMNT), Angel (TMNT), Foot Soldiers (TMNT), April O'Neil (TMNT), The Turtles (TMNT) Additional Tags: retired Foot soldiers that is, accidental teenager acquisition, Movie: Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (1990), Post-Canon, don't talk to me about secret of the ooze, Curtain Fic, Past Child Abuse, Established Relationship Summary:

Casey’s got a GED, a lower back injury that’s technically still healing, a pretty cushy gig as April’s side piece, and forty-odd teenagers. Life’s funny like that.

(Or: a couple months after the Shredder's demise, Casey stumbles over the teenagers who didn't have something better to go back to after joining the Foot Clan.)

Sometimes you write aftermath fic for an extremely specific and niche canon so you can roll around in a particularly nice crunchy character voice for ten thousand words.

#sroloc writes stuff #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 1990 #casey jones

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sroloc--elbisivni · 4 months

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Something from the Transformers Band AU or Regency AU? Those were super fun.

Five times Drift’s new bandmates were weird and one time he embraced the chaos

The first time Drift realized how weird his new bandmates were, he hadn’t even joined the band yet. They weren’t his bandmates. They were just Arcee and Rod’s friends he was meeting at a diner because they were about to go on tour without a bassist and one of them had heard him practicing on the couch. Drift was kind of expecting to get about five questions in before they figured out he wasn’t worth it and moved on.

What he got instead was the guy he was pretty sure he hadn’t met going, “So you’ve done tours before, right? You know you can handle it?”

“Yes,” Drift said, and got ready for it to fall apart as soon as they asked him about those tours.

“And double checking—you’re not using anything, right?’ the guy he was pretty sure he had met said. “Like, no shade, no harm, it’s not a problem, we just gotta know.”

“Using…?” Drift said, carefully.

“Drugs,” Rod elaborated from where he was playing games on his phone and stealing fries from the guy who must have been the one Drift had already met.

“No. No, I’m not.”

“Do you snore?” the guy he hadn’t met before asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Yeah,” Rod said. Drift tried not to wince. That didn’t seem like an answer they’d want to hear.

“Okay, you’ll bunk with Percy,” the guy he’d met before said. “So how this is gonna work is, we’ll run you through the schedule and the set basics and if it all sounds good, we’ll get you in to talk with our lawyer and—do you have an agent?”

Not anymore. Drift just shook his head, cautiously.

“—that’s fine, you can borrow ours. You can talk to them two and get the contract shit straightened out and call the first tour leg a trial run. Doesn’t work out, that’s fine, we can track down someone else and you can get back to your life?”

It went up at the end like a question. Drift was still trying to figure out what was going on. They hadn’t told him to leave yet.

“He’s in,” said Rod, who had managed to figure out how to interpret Drift’s blanking face in the past two months. “Hey, you should let me be your agent.”

“Don’t do that.” The guy Drift had just met today, whose name he would learn in short order was Impactor, pulled out a pen and grabbed a napkin out of the dispenser. “So here’s what the first few shows are going to look like—”

===

Drift had actually learned what band he was gigging for by the time the publicity circuit started. Seemed like the ‘Wreckers’ were pretty well known in the States. They had pretty regular radio interviews, and after they’d wrapped a very successful first leg of the tour and were starting to talk about him sticking around, they had him come along to one of them.

Drift hadn’t absorbed much of Springer’s rundown besides “Are you kidding me, that’s fucking hilarious, please say that,” when he checked if it would be okay for him to say that he’d never heard of the band before he joined if the interviewer asked. About the only other thing he’d tracked was “Oh, and if we all stand up, that’s a signal that the lady asked a walkout question and we’re getting the hell out of there.”

He’d assumed this was them trying to fuck with him and nodded accordingly. As such, it took him a couple seconds to notice when the rest of the group went silent in response to a question to Springer about some kind of anniversary.

“Welp,” Impactor said, and slapped his hands against his thighs. They were all standing now, and Drift scrambled to his feet to follow them out. The radio host was staring at them with baffled offense, but none of the rest of them even looked at her.

Whirl led the way out of the radio station at a confident saunter, losing his helmet that he wore for all official band business into his backpack in a quick slight of hand Drift couldn’t catch. That plus Perceptor’s sunglasses rendered them just about invisible, as a group.

“So, ice cream?” Whirl asked. “I’m feeling ice cream.”

“What was that?” Drift asked, still glancing back. No one was coming out of the station after them, not even Kup. Were they in trouble?

“I told you about walkout questions, right?” Springer asked. “Stuff about my dad who’s in jail qualifies.”

“...I thought you were joking.”

“Oh, super not joking.”

“It’s in the contract,” Perceptor said. “All of us have things we’d rather not discuss publicly. Some of the press don’t read it, or think that the ‘right to terminate immediately’ isn’t something we’ll actually exercise.” He adjusted his sunglasses. “Kup will take care of it. We haven’t had to show we’re not bluffing in a while.”

“Sorry, dude,” Impactor said, clapping Springer on the back.

“It’s whatever. Drift, you wanna put anything on the list? Shit people absolutely cannot ask about?”

He did. Might as well start big and let them help him figure out what was unreasonable, right? “My entire career before this.”

“Fuck yes,” Whirl said. “I love it. Walking enigma of a man number two. Do you want help making up a fake backstory or are we just calling it a void?”

Drift’s new bandmates were very weird, but he couldn’t say he minded.

===

They were through the second of three tour legs and taking a night to celebrate—both making it this far and that Drift had decided he’d be joining the band. They’d crammed into the same room, along with Rod and Arcee and a bunch of things from the game shop down the road that looked fun. Everyone except Impactor was drunk and Arcee had her head in Springer’s lap while he petted her buzzcut. Drift was pleasantly buzzed for the first time in a while

“Hey,” Arcee said, reaching out to pat Drift on the arm. “Hey. Hey Drift. If you’re with the band now. What’s your carsona.”

“What?”

“OH FUCK YES,” Whirl said, sitting up so fast he fell off the bed. Perceptor dropped a pillow on top of his face. It didn’t dampen the effect. “Did I tell you guys, I had the coolest fucking idea for the next one. First off, I’m going to need a bunch of guns—”

“What are you fucking talking about,” Drift said, because he’d learned that Whirl explaining one of his ideas could take an entire conversation’s worth of words and he didn’t want to move on without an answer. “Impactor?”

Impactor was already scrolling on his phone, and five seconds later he shoved it in front of Drift’s face. Drift could recognize the opening notes of Wreck and Rule before it even got four bars in, playing over an animated shot of a tank rolling down a deserted road. The song built to the opening fermata, and as the saxophone held out the note, the tank started to break into pieces and reform into a helicopter.

“What,” Drift repeated.

The helicopter launched into the sky as the bass dropped and the drums kicked in, and two cars shot off a ramp in the background to come crashing into frame as another helicopter dive-bombed the camera. An unsupported microscope flew through the air to keep up.

“What.”

The next three minutes featured car chases, helicopter acrobatics, and absolutely no concern for the laws of physics. It came to the end and Drift immediately dragged the video back to the beginning to watch it again, this time complete with commentary as everyone had to tell him which vehicle they were and why and the cool effects.

“What,” Drift said, helplessly, again, when it had finished. “Why is this a thing.”

“Percy’s idea,” Whirl said. “Because he’s a weeb.”

“Revolutionary Girl Utena is a masterpiece,” Perceptor said to no one in particular.

Drift hit replay on the video again, because he could. This was so weird. It was so cool.

“I wanna be a racecar,” he said, when it had finished again.

“ONE OF US,” Hot Rod cheered, and tried to wrestle him into a noogie. He failed, of course. Springer helped pin him down while Drift got his revenge.

===

“Hey,” Whirl said, somewhere during a long overnight drive on the bus when he and Drift were the only ones awake. “Do you like instrumental stuff?”

Drift looked up from his book. “Sure?”

Whirl waggled a pair of headphones at him. “Wanna give something a listen for me?”

“Sure.”

Drift knew Whirl did a lot of the band’s instrumentations, and that he got bored easy, so he was expecting this to be a new riff on one of the songs they’d been playing so far, or maybe a completely unknown song for the album that was scheduled for work when they were done with the tour. Instead, he got a string quartet.

Even with the tinny, unvarying tones of automated transcription software, it flowed. It was elegant, all the notes interlocking like clockwork, the instruments passing around the melody and making it their own. It cut off abruptly enough that Drift could feel how much he wanted more.

“Okay, this bit. Is the cello doing enough?” Whirl asked, and played the last thirty seconds again.

Drift hadn’t done instrumental music in years, but he had a pretty good understanding of bass parts thanks to this tour. “It’s kind of boring. Syncopate it, maybe?”

“Well, fuck you too,” Whirl said, and snatched the headphones back. He clicked something and scowled at his screen. “Fuck. You’re right.”

“You’re writing this?” Drift asked, instead of going back to his book.

“Side gig. Cyclonus listens to the classical music station all the time. I will get something on there. He can’t escape from me.”

Every time Whirl mentioned either of his housemates Drift wasn’t sure if he was dating them or not, and at this point Drift was honestly kind of scared to ask.

===

Drift was already nervous on the first day of recording for the new album. It was going to be the first time he’d been in a recording booth in almost a year. He might completely fail at this, and not know how to work with them, or not be able to adapt, and just stick to being a touring backup. Which he liked, it was great, but it wasn’t like he could live on that, and it was pretty damn unlikely that he was going to trip into gigging for any other bands the way he had for this one.

So his nerves were running high even before he let himself in with the code and wandered down a hallway towards the sound of raised voices and found Perceptor, of all people, having a shouting match with a stranger in the production booth. The rest of the band was in the recording booth, all doing things completely unrelated to music. Drift snuck in to join them.

“Uh…” At least it was quiet in here. “Are they…”

Impactor flipped a page in his motorcycle magazine. “They’ll need another couple of minutes.”

Drift decided to take a very long time tuning his bass.

Sure enough, a couple minutes later Percy stormed out of the recording booth and slammed the door open to join them. The stranger, grinning smugly, flipped on the mic to chat with them and waved. “Hey! You must be the new guy. I’m Percy’s ex-boyfriend.”

“I told you to stop telling people that!” Perceptor shouted at the booth. “He’s my husband,” he added in a far calmer aside to Drift.

“Oh,” Drift said. He’d vaguely known Perceptor was married, but he hadn’t really expected...this?

“Mwah!” The guy who must be Brainstorm blew a kiss at the booth. “Oh-kay, if you gentlemen would like to get this show on the road, I need some sound checks.”

“Our regular producer is your husband?” Drift asked Percy, quietly. He was pretty sure this wasn’t standard, even for the American music industry.

“He works for takeout,” Springer said, and played a rimshot.

Well. At least his nerves were gone.

===

The album recording process went...fine? It went fine. It went great, actually, Drift didn’t have to do any singing at all and finally understood enough about how they liked the bass to fit into their songs that he could improv some of his own parts instead of asking Kup for help or trying to follow Impactor’s increasingly incomprehensible whims. The album was coming together, they were creeping towards release and planning the next tour, the paparazzi still hadn’t figured out where he was, and he only slept on Rod and Arcee’s couch when he didn’t feel like going home after movie night.

They were doing their first show in a while, to build hype for the upcoming album, and Drift was wandering around the venue after sound check doing nothing in particular. Springer was nearby, challenging people to dance-offs with the camera guy who was doing a documentary for the upcoming tour and also enabling Springer’s burgeoning social media empire trailing behind him.

“Hey, Drift!” Springer waved at him. “Dance-off?”

Drift thought about it. He was less scared of being found than he had been a year ago. He liked it here, he liked his band mates, his old agency hadn’t tried to get in touch with him at all. He’d found a life after washing out of Kpop. Why not?

“Sure,” he said, and launched into an old routine. Not one of the ones from his last tour, that had ended with him falling off the stage, but one of the ones from before that when his health hadn’t been as bad. It wasn’t one of his flashier ones, but he’d drilled it a lot and it looked good close up.

It ended with him facing his audience, one hand outstretched, so he had a fantastic view of the shocked and delighted awe on Springer’s face two seconds before he tackled Drift into a nearby couch shouting “What the FUCK was THAT?”

Drift was going to assume he’d won.

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