just wrote a whole lawlight makeout passage. feeling fucking weird as hell like a stray dog with rabies
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A Certain Slant of Light
Chapter Two: overture
pairing: L x Light
word count: 6,123
god help me I just uploaded the second chapter to my DN/lawlight fic 🫡 this chapter killed me btw and I cried real tears trying to write it
fic summary: And he felt, in that fraction of a second, that he’d condemned this man. That he had witnessed his savage ascent, and ripped him cruelly back to the dirt by the chain that had bound them before he could belong to the sky.
It wasn’t a punishment any more than it was a salvation. But if L had to clip his wings, keep him in this state of dullness lest he set himself alight trying to reach the rays of sun, he would.
OR
After Light regains his memories of the Death Note, L gathers enough evidence to arrest him. But instead of sending Light to his executioner, L decides to make a wager.
I cant believe this fic is almost to 1k hits already lmfao I’m surprised by the support readers are showing but I thank you guys so much <3
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A Certain Slant of Light
Chapter Two: overture
pairing: L x Light
word count: 6,123
god help me I just uploaded the second chapter to my DN/lawlight fic 🫡 this chapter killed me btw and I cried real tears trying to write it
fic summary: And he felt, in that fraction of a second, that he’d condemned this man. That he had witnessed his savage ascent, and ripped him cruelly back to the dirt by the chain that had bound them before he could belong to the sky.
It wasn’t a punishment any more than it was a salvation. But if L had to clip his wings, keep him in this state of dullness lest he set himself alight trying to reach the rays of sun, he would.
OR
After Light regains his memories of the Death Note, L gathers enough evidence to arrest him. But instead of sending Light to his executioner, L decides to make a wager.
These Threads That Bind Us
chapter 16: Has Anyone Ever Wanted to Linger Among a Boy’s Tongue as Dearly as I Do?
pairing(s): Quil Ateara V x Embry Call
A/N: Hi bestiesssss *emerges from my google docs covered in blood and sweat* it’s been a while hasnt it? Lol I hope y’all aren’t mad but I’ve been so busy and preoccupied irl and just didn’t have the time or motivation to update this fic. But the twilight fixation is back cuz I felt an autumn breeze and heard hoa hoa hoa hoaaaa one time and it triggered the obsession, sooooooooo here we are 🤭
I really hope y’all enjoy this chapter! I worked on it all weekend!! I threw up and died writing this btw so if y’all like it, please leave me a comment and let me know :) thanks for reading <3
word count: 5,040
summary: That honest pink shade that had begun to subside was back again on the high rise of Embry’s cheeks, and Quil loved to see it. It could easily become a second favorite color. He might write about that particular hue, catalog it in his composition book along with the deepness of Embry’s irises or hair that fell in waves down his back. He’d already written about him more than once, be it entries or half-finished poems, so what was one more? What was the visual of a muse if it did not take Embry Call’s form? Quil couldn’t picture it.
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thank you to everyone that left a comment or kudos on my lawlight fic! working on ch 2 now ✍🏻
A Certain Slant of Light
Chapter One: ghosthouse
pairing: L x Light
word count: 4,360
oh god I just posted my first chapter for my first ever DN / Lawlight fic 🫣🫣🫣🫣 k that’s all bye I’m gonna go run and hide now
summary: And he felt, in that fraction of a second, that he’d condemned this man. That he had witnessed his savage ascent, and ripped him cruelly back to the dirt by the chain that had bound them before he could belong to the sky.
It wasn’t a punishment any more than it was a salvation. But if L had to clip his wings, keep him in this state of dullness lest he set himself alight trying to reach the rays of sun, he would.
OR
After Light regains his memories of the Death Note, L gathers enough evidence to arrest him. But instead of sending Light to his executioner, L decides to make a wager.
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say a solemn prayer
pairing: Aang x Katara
word count: 7,365
A/N: so I haven't written a kataang fanfic in about 13 years, now, but with ATLA's continued renaissance, I felt compelled to write this. I did do a lot of research into different cultural burials, but I only took inspirations to write this. the idea behind this one shot was that I've always been so sad thinking about how Aang never gets to perform a burial for his people given he doesn't have the time in the canon show, so that was why I wanted to write this. also, I love kataang and they were legitimately the first pairing I ever actively shipped so writing this was so fun (and sad) for me.
summary: As a little girl, she had believed in the Avatar as one believed in a deity. Something not of this world, able to quake the fabric of the earth with a single step. The Avatar existed in her mind as something abstract and removed, cold like the moonlight that gave her bending its power and blinding like the tundra that stretched endlessly beyond the walls of their village.
It hadn’t been until Aang had crumpled at her feet, body crinkling like a leaf against flame and wailing over his people that she had truly thought otherwise.
OR
Katara and Aang travel to the Southern Air Temple after the war to perform a funeral for his deceased people.
dukeofdelirium reblogged
say a solemn prayer
pairing: Aang x Katara
word count: 7,365
A/N: so I haven't written a kataang fanfic in about 13 years, now, but with ATLA's continued renaissance, I felt compelled to write this. I did do a lot of research into different cultural burials, but I only took inspirations to write this. the idea behind this one shot was that I've always been so sad thinking about how Aang never gets to perform a burial for his people given he doesn't have the time in the canon show, so that was why I wanted to write this. also, I love kataang and they were legitimately the first pairing I ever actively shipped so writing this was so fun (and sad) for me.
summary: As a little girl, she had believed in the Avatar as one believed in a deity. Something not of this world, able to quake the fabric of the earth with a single step. The Avatar existed in her mind as something abstract and removed, cold like the moonlight that gave her bending its power and blinding like the tundra that stretched endlessly beyond the walls of their village.
It hadn’t been until Aang had crumpled at her feet, body crinkling like a leaf against flame and wailing over his people that she had truly thought otherwise.
OR
Katara and Aang travel to the Southern Air Temple after the war to perform a funeral for his deceased people.
LETS GOOOO 🗣💯 BESTIE DROPPED A KATAANG FIC 🤭
this actually brought me to tears it is so so lovely
Awwwww thank you so much!!! This means so much to me 💛
dukeofdelirium reblogged
say a solemn prayer
pairing: Aang x Katara
word count: 7,365
A/N: so I haven't written a kataang fanfic in about 13 years, now, but with ATLA's continued renaissance, I felt compelled to write this. I did do a lot of research into different cultural burials, but I only took inspirations to write this. the idea behind this one shot was that I've always been so sad thinking about how Aang never gets to perform a burial for his people given he doesn't have the time in the canon show, so that was why I wanted to write this. also, I love kataang and they were legitimately the first pairing I ever actively shipped so writing this was so fun (and sad) for me.
summary: As a little girl, she had believed in the Avatar as one believed in a deity. Something not of this world, able to quake the fabric of the earth with a single step. The Avatar existed in her mind as something abstract and removed, cold like the moonlight that gave her bending its power and blinding like the tundra that stretched endlessly beyond the walls of their village.
It hadn’t been until Aang had crumpled at her feet, body crinkling like a leaf against flame and wailing over his people that she had truly thought otherwise.
OR
Katara and Aang travel to the Southern Air Temple after the war to perform a funeral for his deceased people.
reblogging again. honestly proud of this fic and the couple days it took to write were time well spent <3
dukeofdelirium reblogged
say a solemn prayer
pairing: Aang x Katara
word count: 7,365
A/N: so I haven't written a kataang fanfic in about 13 years, now, but with ATLA's continued renaissance, I felt compelled to write this. I did do a lot of research into different cultural burials, but I only took inspirations to write this. the idea behind this one shot was that I've always been so sad thinking about how Aang never gets to perform a burial for his people given he doesn't have the time in the canon show, so that was why I wanted to write this. also, I love kataang and they were legitimately the first pairing I ever actively shipped so writing this was so fun (and sad) for me.
summary: As a little girl, she had believed in the Avatar as one believed in a deity. Something not of this world, able to quake the fabric of the earth with a single step. The Avatar existed in her mind as something abstract and removed, cold like the moonlight that gave her bending its power and blinding like the tundra that stretched endlessly beyond the walls of their village.
It hadn’t been until Aang had crumpled at her feet, body crinkling like a leaf against flame and wailing over his people that she had truly thought otherwise.
OR
Katara and Aang travel to the Southern Air Temple after the war to perform a funeral for his deceased people.
Can't wait to read this later!!!!!!!
hope you enjoy bestie 🙏🏻
say a solemn prayer
pairing: Aang x Katara
word count: 7,365
A/N: so I haven't written a kataang fanfic in about 13 years, now, but with ATLA's continued renaissance, I felt compelled to write this. I did do a lot of research into different cultural burials, but I only took inspirations to write this. the idea behind this one shot was that I've always been so sad thinking about how Aang never gets to perform a burial for his people given he doesn't have the time in the canon show, so that was why I wanted to write this. also, I love kataang and they were legitimately the first pairing I ever actively shipped so writing this was so fun (and sad) for me.
summary: As a little girl, she had believed in the Avatar as one believed in a deity. Something not of this world, able to quake the fabric of the earth with a single step. The Avatar existed in her mind as something abstract and removed, cold like the moonlight that gave her bending its power and blinding like the tundra that stretched endlessly beyond the walls of their village.
It hadn’t been until Aang had crumpled at her feet, body crinkling like a leaf against flame and wailing over his people that she had truly thought otherwise.
OR
Katara and Aang travel to the Southern Air Temple after the war to perform a funeral for his deceased people.
ummmmm…. anyway. I am still not done w my fic but I wanted to post another tiny excerpt because it is beating my ass as I write it and I’m throwing up bad
someone take my phone away from me
wrote a Kataang kiss my god this is gonna ruin me RUIN MEEEEEEE I TELL YOU
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Why’d i write that lmao
I’m working on a silly little self indulgent kataang one shot so here’s an excerpt
yo who out here cuttin onions
THEY MAKE ME SICKKKKK IM AT 1K WORDS AND IM THROWING UP BAD
Why’d i write that lmao
I’m working on a silly little self indulgent kataang one shot so here’s an excerpt
memoir
Chapter 2: Awakening
pairing(s): Quil Ateara V x Embry Call // Jacob Black x Bella Swan
A/N: Sorry for the super long wait for an update. I have clinical depression, can you tell? lol. Anyways besties I hope y'all enjoy this chapter, and if you think this is angsty, you've got a big storm coming cuz it's gonna get worse :) would love to hear from y'all if you like it! As always, thanks for reading my silly fics. P.S., the silly names for Quimbry's pets were decided by the group chat I'm in, because Quil naming pets goofy names is something he would definitely do
word count: 5,728
summary: Life as he knew it began under blinding light, the backs of his eyelids scorched red and stinging like a burn.
The senses come slowly, the confusion grows, and the only thing to be found in the void is this: nothingness. A feeling lingers within him like a dream that can’t be recalled upon waking, but he cannot name this emotion. It is not dissimilar to grief, though he cannot hope to place what for. There is something wrong, something missing, as if he has gone in search of it only to forget what he had been looking for mid journey.
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hi i just found your blog and i wanted to tell you that you are a blessing. i love quil and embry so much. if you write anything new for them and you have a tag list, i’d love to be on it. ~bellasdumptruckass (this is my main sorry lol)
Hi!! Awww thank you you’re so sweet <3 I have an ao3, you can find me here on there
I have 6 fics for them so far, and 2 of them are ongoing! I have other WIPs too for them I have yet to write, so feel free to subscribe that way you’ll be notified whenever I post or update :)
I usually post links and summaries for chapters too on my tumblr whenever I update TTTBU or recently memoir since I just started that one, but I will be sure to leave a tag for you in those future posts in the replies if you want!
I love Quil and Embry too they’re so cute I’m obsessed with them lmao. Literally OTP so real and true!!!