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Hi I’m slowly writing a v self-indulgent corrie guard fic if anyone’s interested

Here’s the link

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My second work for the @badthingshappenbingo! This is for the Personal Effects Reveal square, and the fandom is The Martian.

AO3 link is here, or click the readmore here for the fic. Word count is 737.

In the end, it doesn’t really matter how long his food lasts. The vitamins that NASA sent down with them can only last so long, and he can’t grow more of them. It’s in the creak of his wrists and hips. He’s not making it.

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“Commander.” The confused edge in Rick’s voice brings the crew of Ares V to a halt. Commander Montoya swings down off the ladder with a puff of Mars-red dirt, and immediately goes to Rick’s side. 

“What is it?” Montoya asks, eyes scanning where Rick is looking. She spots it after a moment. There’s a rather… tricked-out rover sitting not far from their landing site. It’s covered and half buried under dust, but it’s definitely a rover with additions that aren’t NASA sanctioned. Jutting up through the sand is the broad front window, frosted over from the years of sand hitting it.

ARES III is scrawled just above it.

“Martinez, will you be alright to continue?” Montoya asks, stepping between her pilot and the rover. Breaking his line of sight seems to jolt him out of the stupor he fell into, and he shakes himself, before nodding. 

“Yes,” Rick’s voice cracks, and he clears his throat. “Yes. We need to know why it’s here.” Montoya eyes Rick, and nods.

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After everyone else disembarks from their shuttle, and the Commander updates them on what they’ve found so far, Rick gets the green light to approach. The others follow, helping dig the rover out of the dust and the sand and making the process much easier. They dig the rover out in record time, and Martinez approaches the main door, but pauses. 

There’s a… pouch? A Large pouch made of duct tape, attached to the rover near the handle of the door. TO ARES IV is written in shaky script on the tape, slightly faded from the sun and the sand. Rick’s hands clench. 

“What’s wrong?” Gallagher, their flight surgeon, breaks the silence.

“That’s… that’s Mark’s handwriting.” Rick responds. He can hear everyone behind him gasp or shift backwards in shock, but he ignores them as he reaches up and slowly peels the edge of the tape away. A small stack of paper, ripped from a notebook, flutters into his hands, and he’s hit with a fresh wave of grief when he spots more of Mark’s chicken scratch. It takes him a few minutes to gather all the papers together, and sort them into the correct order (of course Mark numbered his notes. Why wouldn’t he?). 

“To the crew of Ares IV,” Rick begins, shoulders slumping under the weight of what he knows is coming. God, he died alone. “Let me start by saying that I’m not sorry about the state of my rover. I science’d her so well, she kept me alive for hundreds of sols. She belongs in a museum.” A few of the older crew members laugh at that. “And then let me actually be sorry for what you’re gonna find inside. If, by some miracle, I’m not on Earth, then my body is inside the rover. Turns out, there’s only so much Martian-grown potatoes can do to keep you healthy. As I’m writing this-” Rick’s voice breaks again. “-As I’m writing this, I haven’t been able to move very far beyond the rover in weeks. My eyesight is fading, and my hair is almost gone. I fucked up my leg getting here, and let me tell you, the feeling of bone grinding against bone is nothing short of nauseating.” 

A hand on his elbow reminds Rick to relax his vice-grip on the paper before he rips it. 

“I’m skin and bone. I realized I wasn’t going to make it about 2 months ago, and decided to make my final resting place closer to where I could be found. So here I am. Attached you’ll find individual notes addressed to a bunch of different people, and I would really appreciate it if you guys made sure they all get to where they’re supposed to go. Inside the rover, you’ll find all the data I could manage to store onto the computers I brought with me. If the original HAB is still standing, you can get the rest of the data.”

Rick’s face is streaked with tears, now. 

“And just know that, even though I died cold, hungry, and alone- I died doing something I loved. And that’s made it all worth it.”

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My first work for the @badthingshappenbingo, for @custycust! They requested Empty Shell for Corvo.

Link to AO3 posting here, or click the readmore here for the fic. Word count is only 311 words, sorry it's so short.

There’s a point, about halfway through his stay at Coldrige, where Corvo simply stops. He clenches his fists as much as he can- and it’s not more of a twitch of his fingers, because they’ve decided to go with breaking each bone in his hands now- and sighs heavily. 

I’ve had enough, he thinks. I think I’m done. 

The following morning, when the guards open the cell door to take him to the interrogation chamber, they find Corvo lying on the stone slab that passes as a bed, limp and unmoving.

“Think he finally kicked it?” One guard asks from the doorway. The other guard approaches slowly, one hand on his sword. “That’d make our lives easier, that’s for sure.”

GET UP, something in his mind screams. GET UP, PROTECTOR. 

A soft sigh is the only sound that escapes him as the guard reels back, surprised Corvo was still alive. 

No, Corvo calls back, previously ramrod back now bowed, slumped, defeated. I’ve had enough. 

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The key that glints up at him from under the loaf of bread is met with a slow blink. The letter is met with the same. 

Might as well. Hopefully they won't pull my nails out.

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The Boatman takes his lack of responses in stride, filling the eerie silence with easy small talk. It’s the stare Corvo levels at him that makes him stutter, but only once. 

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“Admiral, I’m not sure… I’m not one to question your orders, but I don’t think the Lord Protector is…”

“Nonsense, Samuel. Corvo will do his job, and he’ll do it well.”

A quiet huff, and Corvo lets his weary body rest.

~

“Hello, Corvo.”

 Corvo blinks at the floating man, who can only be the Outsider. THIS MAN IS YOUR ENEMY, PROTECTOR. A quieter voice yells. 

I am so tired, he replies.

“Your life has taken a turn, has it not?”

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I was thinking 12 with fahc Meg and Gavin, sorry for being unclear

drabble list || open || “She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

“Meeeeeeeg... Meg, Meg, Meg, Meg, Me-”

“WHAT?”

“Have you seen Columbo?”

“Is she not in our room? That’s where I last saw her.”

Gavin pouted, but spun on his heel and headed to their bedroom. He poked his head in, and called for his new kitten- but no response. He frowned, and headed back to Meg.

“She’s not in there. She usually runs over when I call for her, but...” Gavin whined, flopping next to Meg on the couch. His gold chain necklace jangled loudly, and his gold sunglasses flew off his head and onto the carpet below, but he didn’t care. He was in a mood.

Meg set down her phone, and turned her head towards Gavin. She ran her hand through his wild hair, scratching at his scalp lightly. 

“What’s got you all grumpy today?” She asked.

“Geoff yelled at me this morning.” He grumbled against her stomach.

“Why?”

“Dunno. I just want you and Columbo and Smee.” He replied, huffing as he scooted back up the couch to be in line with Meg. Meg hummed, pressing a kiss to his cheek as she sat up.

“I’ll take a look around.” She said, hopping over Gavin’s legs to land easily on the ground. She wandered off, and Gavin flopped his arm over his eyes dramatically. He could hear her moving from room to room in their apartment, mapping out the layout in his head as she shuffled around. Minutes passed in easy, peaceful silence.

“Oh.” Meg murmured. Gavin lifted his arm, and sat up slightly. Meg was standing behind the couch, looking down at the ground. “She’s hiding behind the couch. How did I not see that?” Her tone was bewildered, but fond. Gavin sat up all the way, and peeked his head over the back of the couch.

Columbo was, indeed, behind the couch. She was sprawled on her back, sleeping soundly, legs sprawled haphazardly in the small space she took up. Her front paws twitched occasionally-- she was dreaming. Gavin cooed, resting his chin on the cushions as he stared at Columbo. Meg laughed quietly, and slowly backed away to sit on the couch next to him.

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WRITING COMMISSIONS

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MARVEL REVERSE BIG BANG 2019

Title: brontide.

Word Count:

Archive Warnings: none apply

Rating: T

Pairing(s): Bruce Banner/Thor Odinson

Character(s): Bruce Banner, Thor Odinson, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Clint Barton, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, JARVIS, Loki Odinson

Tags: modern au, park ranger au, park ranger thor, plant biologist bruce, mild angst, hulk as a emotional support dog, ASL, american sign language

artist’s tumblr & AO3

author’s tumblr & AO3

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Strange prompt: Kovic/James Tickle fight

WC: 304Fandom/Ship: Funhaus, Adam/James

“Gah, James, no!” Adam yelped loudly, pushing his chair away slightly. His face is lit up with a smile, there’s a thin blush on his cheeks, and his eyes are wide with mild shock. James had poked his side rather harshly, meaning it as a way to get his attention and nothing more, and got more than he bargained for.

“Adam, what the fuck?” James furrowed his brow at Adam, totally confused as to what the hell his friend was doing. Adam’s smile dropped slightly, and realization dawned on his face.

“I-I’m really ticklish, and you poked me, dude.” He rolled his chair back, slowly, unsure if James would try it again. He hadn’t gotten tickled in a long time, but from what just happened, it would appear that he was still as ticklish as he was.

“Oh, sorry.” James’ head tilted to the side, and when Adam nodded and turned back to his computer, an evil grin stretched across his face. He started to walk back to his desk, but trailed a light finger across Adam’s neck. Adam shivered violently, and whipped his head around. James just whistled to himself, and kept walking.

“Is that how it’s gonna be?” Adam murmured to himself. His eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a tiny pause in the room, before it exploded into chaos. Adam launched himself from his chair, landing on James’ back and attacking his sides, tickling any skin he could find. James wasn’t expecting something like this, so it took him a few seconds to retaliate.

He tickled as much as he could, but James forgot just how ticklish he was as well. They ended up in a tangled pile of limbs and giggles, panting and smiling so much their cheeks hurt, but they bumped their foreheads together gently, and all was forgiven.

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Small update on the FAHC Gods AU

I am writing a fic about them! And i figured out a few more members! here’s the original post

Lindsay- Asintmah- earth and nature goddess; the first woman on Earth. (Athabaskan mythology)

Kdin- personification of the Nemean Dragon, dragon that guarded Zeus' sacred grove in Nemea

These next few were by @acearoxray!

Mica as Clymene- the titaness of fame and infamy

Steffie as Athena- goddess of intelligence and warfare strategy, helping the crew plan everything they do, preparing for any outcome, so all their projects go off without a hitch

for Matt- maybe prometheus? god of forethought, and also because he's a creator and he's crafty