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sky | name as pronoun | queer | disabled | place where I occasionally post my work, as well as link to the ao3 if it has one

[skywritingrambles]

Writing Masterpost <3

Hey ^~^ my name is sky, and this is my writing account. My main is @skys-archive if you want to see stuff for my interests or more personal stuff that's not related to writing. I'm just making this as a place to put all of my fics so if anyone is interested they can find it in one place. Maybe with a little commentary.

Naruto

that storm will break - kakashi throughout his life as he learns to let people in and deal with psychosis (unfinished, four chapters currently)

Episodes - after a particularly rough mission as an ANBU, kakashi accidentally goes into Iruka's house instead of his own while in psychosis (onehsot)

the (not) sluttiest man in all of konoha - Iruka is told Kakashi has had hundreds of lovers, why would he have a chance? (based off of the charlie cowell and marian scene in the music man) (oneshot)

dismissal - Kakashi has just been dismissed from Anbu, and he isn't handling it well. Iruka is infuriated by how many children are taken advantage of in Konoha

canon blurb - Kakashi's thoughts when he was released from ANBU (oneshot)

Star Wars

tied forever in some eldritch fucked up bond (the mandalorian/rogue one) - Cassian joins the mercenaries as a spy. Din doesn't trust him, but he proves to be the only one he can after being sold out and tortured. Heavily featuring Din growing to become closer to a Rebel himself. (unfinished, 6 chapters)

the smell of lavender oil - Din and Grogu both need hugs and they both get them from each other (oneshot)

gravedigger and the nightingale - Din and Grogu need hugs part 2 but Din is having doubts about whether this is right. Takes place after meeting Ahsoka

Arcane: League of Legends

(funnily enough i don't like this fandom anymore it was kinda spoiled for me. but i was cranking out fics for it for a while so it's still my most concentrated fandom. also all of these but the last two are in the jayvik roommates series i made)

flare day - Viktor having a bad day with pain soon after they become roommates, Jayce takes care of him (oneshot)

overworked - Viktor is really stressed about stabilizing the hexcore in the time he has left (oneshot)

perhaps I was wrong - Viktor gives Jayce shit for using hextech to build weapons, Jayce is not hearing it (oneshot)

1 time ximena loved viktor and 5 times viktor realized she loved him - 5+1 fic where ximena loves her son in law except i actually only wrote 5 in total so its 4+1 (oneshot)

I'm so glad it's you - confessionnnn (oneshot)

i'm here. i'm with you. i'm not leaving - mostly just an expression of hope as a disabled person (oneshot)

i do believe you're quite wonderful - jayvik modern au setup date (multichapter, unfinished, abandoned)

Hazbin Hotel

The Higher You Rise - Alastor's rise to power in hell, written before season 2 (unfinished, two chapters currently, ...maybe abandoned? thinking about rewriting)

my bottomest bitch - Vox will do whatever it takes to make Alastor feel lesser than him, also the aftermath of that (completed, 4 chapters)

kiss me, son of god - Vox and Alastor knew each other in life, murdermedia, radiosilence (unfinished, 3 chapters)

One-Time Fandom (for now)

more than tired (haikyuu) - kenma has chronic fatigue, kuroo is very kind (oneshot)

perfectly marvelous tales of his thrillingly scandalous life (the music man) - Harold Hill's life before he went to River City. He's also trans and aromantic. (unfinished, multichapter, 3 chapters and more in the works)

this is all i need - honey and mori are queerplatonic. that's it really (oneshot)

i have one or two others on my ao3 (seven_more_bees) but they're like. either bad or jokes.

[skywritingrambles]

hello hello welcome all i whipped up chapter one of my ironmary fic today and hope to get more out soon. In which Grace finds Simon and Simon is incredibly unstable. Physically, obviously, but he also can't decide between being angry and convinced that it's a trick by the eel or COI or horrified and fearful of the things he has or could do.

[skywritingrambles]

If you don't follow my main blog you should be made aware that I am watching project hail mary and iron lung x phm fanfic WILL be coming

[skywritingrambles]

I'm thinking about tim i wish you were born a girl by of montreal and I want to write something with that as a title i just don't know for what ship. I'm on a bit of gratsu kick right now but i don't know if I'm SUPER feeling it. There's always the tried and true kakairu. i can just imagine kakashi being like god iruka is so pretty already if he was a girl i could jsut- but also i don't love the internalized homophobia for kakairu. but i also haven't really written for any other gay ships too much. din and cassian but that's not exactly a large fandom and also. eh.

Maybe I am gravitating the most towards gratsu. that could be fun to be on both sides. or on one's side and the other is like ??? i can imagine gray kinda feeling like well no i can't and natsu who was raised by a fucking dragon thinking well why the hell not???? or natsu always being told he was into x girl so clearly he can't be into a GUY but gray is in the queer scene himself so he knows a lot of stuff already and he's like dude i think you have some stuff to work through. but also both of them feeling like they just can't is fun. both of them like god i can't like this guys it's not 'right' and maybe someone else. Loke?? Lucy? Cana??? Loke would be fun. or maybe older. but idk if there are any older fairy tail members I would think of as queer. Hm.

[skywritingrambles]

Don't even worry about it babe I'm fleshing things out it's happening

[skywritingrambles]

I realized after I made that post about my fic idea I never posted a link to my gratsu fic I just posted. Oops.

Well 'just' as in a few days ago. Or a week. I don't know. Anyway in which Gray is touch starved as hell and Natsu is surprisingly mature about helping him out. Mostly fluffy

[skywritingrambles]

I'm thinking about tim i wish you were born a girl by of montreal and I want to write something with that as a title i just don't know for what ship. I'm on a bit of gratsu kick right now but i don't know if I'm SUPER feeling it. There's always the tried and true kakairu. i can just imagine kakashi being like god iruka is so pretty already if he was a girl i could jsut- but also i don't love the internalized homophobia for kakairu. but i also haven't really written for any other gay ships too much. din and cassian but that's not exactly a large fandom and also. eh.

Maybe I am gravitating the most towards gratsu. that could be fun to be on both sides. or on one's side and the other is like ??? i can imagine gray kinda feeling like well no i can't and natsu who was raised by a fucking dragon thinking well why the hell not???? or natsu always being told he was into x girl so clearly he can't be into a GUY but gray is in the queer scene himself so he knows a lot of stuff already and he's like dude i think you have some stuff to work through. but also both of them feeling like they just can't is fun. both of them like god i can't like this guys it's not 'right' and maybe someone else. Loke?? Lucy? Cana??? Loke would be fun. or maybe older. but idk if there are any older fairy tail members I would think of as queer. Hm.

[skywritingrambles]

when you're sick so you want to write a sickfic to make yourself feel better but also you're sick so you no wanna

[skywritingrambles]

if mystogan is faust's son does that mean jellal is makarov's son

[skywritingrambles]

i successfully finished a oneshot today and posted it and now i still want to write but i also. do not.

[skywritingrambles]

thinking about my nonverbal Mori fic again.......

[skys-archive]

hoping for a good grade in fanfic commenter. which is both normal to want and possible to achieve.

[alexaprilgarden]

It’s May 4th, and so I thought I’d share the first bit of the fic I’m working on.

Din Djarin x Luke Skywalker x Cassian Andor, E-rated, ~26k.

Chapter 1: The proposition

One year earlier (~11 ABY)

Luke lands the X-Wing next to the small house on a wide, rocky plain in the southern hemisphere of Nevarro. A silver Naboo Starfighter is glistening in the afternoon sun, sleek and elegant. The engine of the X-Wing powers down and Artoo gives a few encouraging beeps.

“Yeah, yeah, shut up, I am going. Of course I’m going,” Luke mumbles as he takes off his helmet and climbs out of his seat. Over the past weeks, he’s constantly been debating if he should do this, and if this is a good idea at all. He still isn’t sure.

Luke straightens his clothes and takes his satchel. He wants to make a good impression on Djarin. Oh damn it. He wants Djarin to like him, at least enough to hear him out and consider his idea. He doesn’t want this to be another mission he pushes through all by himself, and something tells him that Djarin might be the right person to ask.

It’s an insane plan, but for now it’s all he has.

As he approaches Djarin’s house, Grogu’s excitement becomes palpable in the Force. It’s more vibrant and lively than it was on Ossus – Grogu is happier, now that he’s back with Djarin. With his father.

The front door slides open and Grogu takes a small step outside. At the sight of him, Luke’s heart leaps with fierce, sudden joy and he can’t help but grin – force, he missed him. He missed him so much.

Grogu lets out a happy squeak when he spots Luke and takes two, three jumps, wider than he used to jump back at the temple, and then he is clambering onto Luke’s leg, his small claws digging sharply into Luke’s calves.

Luke grins and touches his little head, his soft ears. Grogu looks up at him with big, shining eyes, and a wave of Grogu’s memories hits Luke: their meditations back in the temple, their walks in the bamboo woods, Luke’s proud smile and his words of praise when Grogu accomplished a task. There’s a touch of Grogu’s sadness and longing in it, even if it’s softened by the calm, steady happiness of being reunited with his father.

Luke swallows. “I’ve missed you, too, Grogu. You’ve got no idea how much I miss having you around, little padawan.”

“Grogu!” That’s Djarin’s voice coming from inside. Luke’s mouth goes dry, and a moment later, Djarin appears at the door, shining armour and helmet and all.

I know what he looks like under that helmet.

Luke prays Djarin isn’t force-sensitive enough to catch up on the hot surge of emotion that runs through him.

“Skywalker,” Djarin says flatly, but in the Force, he’s radiating surprise and wariness.

Luke straightens. “I apologize for showing up without any warning, I–“

“Come inside,” Djarin says, and then more softly, “Grogu. Come here. Let Master Skywalker come inside.”

After having spent weeks at Leia’s and Han’s place on Coruscant, Djarin’s house feels small and spacious at the same time. It isn’t big, but outside open land is stretching in every direction. Inside it has the air of a place furnished by someone who isn’t used to building a home or staying in one place – it’s lived-in, but simple and practical. No more than a handful of things to pick up and leave.

Luke takes a slow breath. Maybe he can persuade Djarin to do exactly that.

There’s a box of toys, but most of the contents are strewn across the floor: a silver metal ball, a few small toy weapons that seem to be miniature versions of Djarin’s own. There are colourful bricks from the same brand that Ben loves, but it’s just a handful where Ben already owns an impressive collection. Among them lies a doll that looks like a smaller and hand-sewn version of Grogu himself, the tips of the ears already going threadbare, and there’s a frog plushie, too. Luke has to suppress a grin. The way it’s all scattered makes him think of objects that were floated in mid-air and then abruptly dropped.

“Let’s clean that up, Grogu,” Djarin says. “Come on. We have a guest.”

From across the room Grogu raises his hand, lifts his toys from the floor and carefully sends them sailing into the box.

“Grogu, you really have improved,” Luke says, impressed.

Djarin straightens a fraction. “I remind him to keep up his training.”

“Good work, Mr Djarin.”

There’s a flicker of something in the Force that is at odds with how flat and bare of emotion Djarin’s voice sounds. When Luke looks at him, all he sees is the silver helmet, frustratingly impassive.

“I have brought something that I think Grogu should have,” Luke says. Grogu’s head flicks around, curious. Luke smiles. “May I show him?”

Djarin watches him for a moment, his hesitation and caution palpable in the Force, but eventually he gives a short nod. Luke kneels down and opens his satchel.

“Grogu. This should be yours.” He takes out a bundle, wrapped in soft fabric. The weight feels so familiar in his hand, humming at the touch of his fingers, but it will hum even stronger for Grogu. “If you still want it.”

Luke places the bundle on the ground in front of Grogu. He hasn’t even pulled his hand away when the fabric flaps open – Grogu is stretching out one hand towards the bundle. Luke grins, there’s the same impatience and curiosity in the Force that Ben radiates when unwrapping his birthday presents.

Grogu’s eyes go wide when he recognises Yoda’s lightsaber, and for a moment Luke is overwhelmed by all his silent questions.

“It wasn’t right to make you choose,” Luke explains. “I was wrong to think you could only have one or the other.”

Grogu blinks at him, then touches the handle of the lightsaber.

Luke lets him take it. “Careful. If you want it, we’ll have to practise before you can use it.”

Finally he looks at Djarin. “I would like to teach Grogu again. His skill is impressive, and he would benefit greatly from training with me.”

Djarin’s disapproval and fierce protectiveness flare up in the Force.

“Grogu is a Mandalorian foundling. He’s part of my clan. I’m teaching him. He has chosen this over being a Jedi,” he says sharply.

Luke’s heart sinks, but he nods. “You’re right. But Grogu made his choice when he had to decide between going back to you or continuing his Jedi training. If he had chosen to become a Jedi, he would never have seen you again. And since he left I… I’ve had some time to think. I don’t think I can agree any longer with separating children from their families for the sake of the Jedi. And I don’t believe being a Jedi has to mean he can’t also be a Mandalorian.”

Djarin tilts his head and watches him. “Is this why you’ve come here?“

Now this is where it counts. Luke’s heart goes faster, and he wishes he didn’t want this so much. He draws a deep breath and tells himself that it’s okay to want something. Even for a Jedi, even for him, it’s okay.

“There’s more to it.” Luke focuses on where he feels Djarin’s gaze behind the visor. “Mr Djarin, I have a proposition for you and your son.”

––

Bold and naked

~26k, E, Din Djarin x Luke Skywalker x Cassian Andor

Din Djarin x Luke Skywalker, Din Djarin x Cassian Andor

Set post-S3 of The Mandalorian, and Cassian Andor lives. I still have to come up with a better summary.

Eternally grateful to @ennisnovember for bearing with me as my beta ♥️

I’ll start posting on AO3 once I’ve finished the fic!

[alexaprilgarden]

My beta @ennisnovember said I should tag people, so I tag people ♥️

@sixhours @iamsherlocked-1998 @deervsheadlights @thecoffeelorian @somaybelikeno @starrla89 @maggiemayhemnj @electricthursday @newpathwrites @221b-carefulwhatyouwishfor @honeyshineshipsandshit @awkwardpaws

[awakefor48hours]

"You should create for yourself" and "it's okay to feel discouraged when creating your own original projects if no one interacts with them" are two sentences that should be able to co-exist with each other

[awakefor48hours]

On the one hand, you should kill that capitalist in your head that tells you to make art only for the enjoyment of other people. On the other hand, it's totally fine to be disappointed that you spent hours or even days on something that only got 4 notes. You can feel both ways.

[pixiemage]

Hey there! Just a friendly reminder/PSA from your friendly neighborhood Pixiemage!

“Dead Dove: Do Not Eat” is too often (incorrectly) used as a cover-all tag, on fics ranging from Vaguely Uncomfortable to Serious Shit, as a replacement for any intense tags relating to the story. People will use it to say “Holy shit guys some INTENSE SHIT happens in this story” without actually saying what that Intense Shit™ is.

In actuality, the “Dead Dove” tag is meant to be used in addition to other warning tags. Pulled from a scene from the show Arrested Development (look it up on YouTube!), it means “Hi! Hey! I labeled this fic to warn you of what’s in it, so you might REALLY want to read those labels! This fic is exactly what it says on the tin! The tags are accurate! Don’t say I didn’t warn you, because this is me warning you! Read the tags!”

So before you accidentally use the “Dead Dove: Do Not Eat” tag without context, here’s your preemptive lesson for next time. Please tag your fics accordingly! Ta!

~ Pixie

[gratefulturbot]

i DON'T need them to kiss i need them to come to the sobering realisation that their souls are merged and no part of them is extricable from the other anymore

[skywritingrambles]

I can't believe I'm sitting here inventing words for a fucking fanfiction

[redstairs]

I saw this and had to save this image cause I definitely have a few readers like this.