commission by cynthiatedy
“ A hand appears from the darkness and reaches out – reaches down – to take his reaching fingers in a warm-careful-gentle-firm grasp”
- face death in the hope by @lullabyknell
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Like mother, like daughter; like uncle, like niece.
I saw CGX prompts at the Chocolate Box exchange for Pusa & Chang Ge 1. connecting over his sister/her mother + 2. verbally sniping at each other; and I couldn’t resist. My only regret is that the brief snark here isn’t so merciless as in canon, because omg @ these two. XD
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 長歌行 - 夏達 | Cháng Gē Xíng - Xià Tá Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Li Chang Ge & Luo Shiba Characters: Li Chang Ge, Luo Shiba Additional Tags: Loyalty, exchange treat Summary:
The eighteenth Rider of Yanyun knows how to ride and how to fight, but it takes longer for Luo Shiba to know her new master.
Source: archiveofourown.org
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara, Minor or Background Relationship(s) Characters: Senju Tobirama, Uchiha Madara, Uzumaki Mito, Uchiha Fugaku, Tsunade (Naruto), Hatake Sakumo, Uchiha Izuna, Terumi Mei, Senju Hashirama, Senju Kawarama, Senju Itama, Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Mikoto, Yakushi Nonou, Other Naruto Character(s) Additional Tags: Magical Realism, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Alternate Universe - Gods & Goddesses, Alternate Universe - College/University, Worldbuilding, Cultural Differences, Misunderstandings, Humor, Serious, it’s not all sunshine and roses no matter your species, arguing with gods, some people only seem normal because of their job and the company they keep, Inspired By Tumblr, Inspired by Fanfiction Summary:
In a world full of spells and spirits, humans have found ways to make magic mundane. If it was an everyday thing, it was controlled. It was safe. The wonder was gone, but so were the Gods: all they were was stories.
(A red eye catches on potential, and the Universe starts writing.)
Source: archiveofourown.org
Minato and Kushina commission by the awesome cynthiatedy! I wish we had more time with these two.
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Chapter: 1/3 Rating: General Audience Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationship: Li Chang Ge/Ashina Sun Additional Tags: Romance, Marriage, Drabbles of everyday life, mild violence, Post-Chapter 41, Fluff
Summary: Turk women don’t interest him. They are double-faced, filled with deceit, and have the power to divide an army with a crook of their finger. Seeing her for the first time, Sun thinks she isn’t so different. Drabbles of what-ifs after Chapter 41 and eventual married life.
(Rating may go up in later chapters)
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 長歌行 - 夏達 | Cháng Gē Xíng - Xià Tá Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Li Chang Ge (長歌行 - 夏達 | Cháng Gē Xíng - Xià Tá), Mimi (長歌行 - 夏達 | Cháng Gē Xíng - Xià Tá) Additional Tags: Gender Roles, Female Friendship, Pre-Slash Summary:
One morning, when winter has barely ended, Chang Ge tells Mimi, "we are going hunting."
Women don't hunt, Mimi knows.
So when I wasn’t paying attention, three (THREE!) Chang Ge/Mimi fics were uploaded to AO3 (thank you, Yuletide Exchange). All of them are worth checking out, but I have to admit that this one is my favorite. The prose is beautiful, it’s the slice of life story that I didn’t think I need but do, and a fantastic study of the characters and their relationship. If I could, I would’ve violated that kudos button a thousand times. Now excuse me as I drown in my feels.
Source: archiveofourown.org
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Rippling: An Akatsuki no Yona fanfiction
I haven’t written any Jaeha/Kija fics in a really long time, and since today’s my blog’s 1 Year Anniversary, I figured I needed some way to celebrate. So to all my friends, enjoy this JaeKi to you from me! :)
Preview:
“You know Kija, lying isn’t a very beautiful action.” Jaeha asked as he sat down in the shade, dimpled light from the canopy dimly sparkling in violet gaze as he lounged looking both comfortably and oddly pleased with himself (or rather how Jaeha almost always looked, having an air of maturity and understanding that made Kija slightly envious, Kija could never be so relaxed in his own skin).
ヽ(♡‿♡)ノ
ლζ*♡ε♡*ζლ
( ´∀｀)ノ～ ♡♡♡
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Yes yes :) talking about their villages would be wonderful!
Alright friend, Dragons discussing villages, here you are! Thankfully this didn’t turn out as angsty as I thought it would!
Enjoy! :)
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To Raise a King
(more alien larp AU fic! I might have a problem)
(also … the “evil” part of “evil robot overlord from space” has pretty much completely fallen by the wayside–sorry, @itsomgitsgreenblogging–but, well, it’s me, so that was basically inevitable from the start)
In Living Bodies I included a line about how Yong-hi was one of the few people who knew AI!Suwon’s true nature, and yet still considered herself his mother. At the time, I hadn’t intended to explore that in-depth, but there was clearly a story to be told there. This is that story.
4,765 words, gen. Read it on AO3 or below the cut. A big thank you to @luckyfilbert for all her hard editing work!
For Kouka’s newly deployed planetary AI, his relationship with the mother of his human host shouldn’t be particularly important. Somehow, it is.
I love your Yong-Hi. I love how her acceptance of AI!Soo-Won stemmed from calculation but then turned to genuine regard, and how in the last part she referred to AI!Soo-Won, even in her own thoughts, as “her son.” Her victory was well earned, and she (and you for writing her characterization) deserve all the kudos.
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The Fine Art of Compromise
i.e. yeah Jaeha/Kija has gotten under my skin. maybe at some point this will actually manage to be porn but all I have in me tonight is kissing. this may or may not be the first bit of several, I’ve learned not to make plans about such things anymore, but I wrote dragonkissing love me
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I need to sincerely apologize to @itsomgitsgreenblogging for this because like. she did one village AU for the dragonlings and it was fucking adorable and everything was wonderful as these babies deserve. but then some corner of my brain was like yeah but what if that one village wasn’t Hakuryuu. and everything was terrible
they’re about 10 and 5 and 3, and I can’t write kids for the life of me but, well, not exactly normal kids. child abuse central under the fold ._.
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An Academic Proposal
(more alien larp AU fic)
For Yuno, galactic anthropologist, falling in love with a member of a pre-contact civilisation could spell disaster for her career … but she’s not about to let a thing like that stop her!
(Yuno/Geun-tae, but told primarily through Yuno chatting with an off-world friend)
Honestly I did not at all expect the level of positive response I got to the fic I posted last night, and since so many people asked for more, here’s a little something! This one’s significantly lighter/sillier and not directly connected, but part of the same universe.
Because of the way the text is formatted, I don’t even want to try posting directly to tumblr, so you can read it on AO3!
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Anonymous asked:
OR EVEN TOBIRAMA AS THE LONGSUFFERING WAITER AND MADARA AS THE FLIRTATIOUS CUSTOMER!! madara returns time after time and tobirama only puts up with him for the big tips the first few but eventually he becomes the highlight of tobiramas shift bc he comes at the same time every day and one day hes not there and tobiramas like WHAT THE FUCK and rescues him from assassins or some shit or just brings his order to his house where hes sick and dammit im hooked on madatobi what have you done
YESSSSSSS CAN YOU IMAGINE THE TERRIBLE PICKUP LINES? Because I can. I can also fully imagine Izuna feeding him said terrible pickup lines because Madara is a walking disaster and (in one of a long list of poor life decisions) trusts his brother to help him interact with other humans.
okay, okay, hang on:
When Touka leans around the shelf Tobirama always hides behind for her break, she’s wearing that particularly smug, taunting expression that means she’s about to take great pleasure in Tobirama’s pain. He eyes her warily, because unlike his brother he doesn’t still think of her as their nearly-angelic babysitter. He’s taken Chem with Touka. There’s no possible way she’s anything close to angelic.
“I have sixty-seven seconds of my break left,” he informs her, in a futile attempt to head things off at the pass.
“That’s nice,” she answers, entirely merciless as usual. If anything, her smile gets smugger. “But you’ve got people at 12. Lover-boy’s back, and he’s asking for you specifically.”
Tobirama would groan, except that he’s not about to give her the satisfaction. Instead, he breathes out very slowly through his nose and pushes to his feet. “I hate you,” he hisses as he stalks past. “And I hate him, too.”
Of course, Touka just blows him a kiss. “No, you love me,” she croons. “And I’m sure if you can get his pants off you’ll love him too.”
He has no desire to learn how she knows that. With a wordless growl of frustration, Tobirama ties his apron back on, curses his brother for ever starting a restaurant, and slams out through the kitchen’s swinging doors. The bane of his current existence is easy to spot, and Tobirama counts to ten, decides that’s nowhere near calming enough, and switches to naming human bones in order of size.
By the time he gets to fibula, he’s mostly certain that he won’t simply throw his order pad in the man’s face. Steeling himself, he stalks over, pastes on the neutral expression that is the closest he’s getting to a friendly smile, and rattles off, “Good evening. I’ll be your waiter tonight. Can I get you anything to drink?”
Izuna - who is a bastard, and Tobirama would think so even if he hadn’t spent half of their philosophy class arguing at the top of his lungs with him - beams at him and jabs a finger into his brother’s side.
As is to be entirely expected by this time, Madara flinches, glares, and raises his eyes to meet Tobirama’s unimpressed graze. “Excuse me, but I think you dropped something,” he says.
This is going to be awful, Tobirama can already tell. He arches a brow.
“My jaw,” Madara finishes, and it might be slightly more convincing if he didn’t grimace as he said it.
Tobirama seals his teeth over the scathing retort that wants to emerge, repeats the first twenty numbers of the Fibonacci Sequence in his head, and flips his pad closed. “Right,” he says blandly. “A glass of Chianti and a dry martini.” Izuna opens his mouth, and Tobirama rolls his eyes and adds, “Shaken, not stirred.” Then he turns on his heel and heads for the kitchen, shooting a grinning Touka his sharpest glare.
She smirks like a cat in an aviary and puts a deliberate swing in her hips as she moves towards her next table.
When Tobirama returns with the drinks, Madara glances up, flushes slightly at the sight of him, and tries valiantly, if pathetically, “Do you drink milk? It certainly did your body good.”
It takes effort not to throw the tray at him.
“I am well aware that this is entirely your fault, Izuna,” Tobirama hisses, slamming the martini glass down in front of him. “If you don’t stop, I will make you.”
Izuna, the ass, just smirks at him. “You’ve lasted three weeks so far,” he taunts, so quietly it’s unlikely his brother can hear him. “That’s two longer than I thought you would. Ready to surrender yet?”
Tobirama grits his teeth, breathes out through his nose, and turns to place Madara’s win in front of him with deliberate care. “If,” he says sharply, “You swear on your mother’s ashes that you will never use another of those awful pickup lines, I will let you take me to dinner once.”
Madara blinks. He looks at Izuna, then at Tobirama, and splutters. “You mean they work?” he demands.
“Not the way you seem to think they do,” Tobirama counters sourly, gives Izuna a poisonous look, and snaps, “I expect you to double my tip, Uchiha.” When Madara opens his mouth, Tobirama adds blandly, “I’ll leave my number on the bill. Do you know what you want?”
“You,” Madara blurts, then looks surprised. Then surprise shades into horror, and he flushes crimson and drops his head onto the tabletop with a pained groan.
Tobirama feels heat creep up his cheeks, and decides that a strategic retreat is in order. He manages, “I’ll give you a few more minutes to decide,” before he makes tracks for the kitchen again.
Touka is laughing at him from the corner.
Of course she is.
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Living Bodies
General Judoh struggles to accept the fact that his king is an AI. Whatever the hell that means.
So, remember that alien larp AU? Well, turns out that no crack au can remain purely crack for long when set up against my serious love for AI characters.
3,242 words, Judoh/Suwon. Read it on AO3 or read more below the cut.
Many thanks to @luckyfilbert for help with editing!
I. AM. FLAILING. I’m not usually a big fan of scifi but I love how you write Soo-Won so I couldn’t pass this up. AND IT’S SO GOOD??? My favorite thing about AI/Aliens/Just-Plain-Not-Human stories is the human characters’ reaction to the reveal, how it makes them question the definition of what is a person, and how they decide how little/much the not-human aspects matter.
I love the brain-twisting question on whether Soo-Won developed his own will or whether it’s “bad programming,” but in the end I came to the same conclusion as Joo-Doh. IT DOESN’T MATTER.
“If I wanted feeling, sentiment—King Il had plenty. I made that decision a long time ago, Your Majesty.”
Love that line and totally with you on this one, Grumpy Bear General. Go support your terrifying-too-many-time-on-his hands-because-he-doesn’t-need-to-sleep AI King!
Last but not least, I read your notes on this AU and I think I screamed aloud at some parts. YES to Tae-Jun and Lili as rich spoiled alien tourists (that eventually went native because Yona is just that awesome)! Yes to the still intact possibilities of “WTF Dragon Gods are real” reactions (I notice that tidbit about Zeno you sneaked in there). YES to Soo-Won’s mom knowing and the possibility that Yona’s mom will play a part. Basically YES TO EVERYTHING.
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Hygge
I picked everybody in the end, and I took the chance to practice Yona’s POV and recycle an old idea for Zeno trolling. It went from fuzzy fluff to Zeno feels so quickly (as you do!) There you go, @murkymuse
hygge (Danish) the pleasant, genial, and intimate feeling associated with sitting around a fire in the winter with close friends
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Take it Back
i.e. well fuck me I’m writing more spontaneous fic in this fandom
basically I was contemplating “lol satisfying ending to Yona’s quest and she gets a chance to return the dragon blood to heaven so everything isn’t terrible for Zeno forever, only wait, that would be like one million confused feels for the other three,” and then this happened
it’s just a lot of angst and talking, and could probably be a lot more angst and talking but I don’t have that kind of time these days
Wow. Wow, wow, wow. I love this.