#luztoye week

[thedeviousmedic]

My shitty contribution to Luztoye week

[balladofthe101st]

HAPPY LUZTOYE DAY

[whollyjoly]

pulling screencaps from breaking point for luztoye week and

i just noticed that luz is the one to yell at first batallion about shitting in their foxholes?? after joe was the one who complained about it??

anyways luz definitely thought "that ones for you, joe" after yelling at them and you can't change my mind

[ackackh]

Where Are You Now, Orpheus?//Greek Myth AU

For Day 5 of @luztoyeweek Prompt: Media Fusion AU (Orpheus and Eurydice)

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Look,” he says, “you’re not the first one to come here, fuck knows you won’t be the last. And this story has happened—is happening—over and over again.”

“What story?”

“Yours.” Charon says, leaning closer, “It’s happening now, a million times over. And it always starts where it ends. Do you understand?”

There’s a pit of dread opening in Joe’s chest. There’s a barking in the back of his mind, on the edge of his world, warning him: he’s about to fall off.

[theweirdgoodbyes]

Last Line Challenge

Thanks for the tag @ventresses!

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or as many as you like)

——this is a snippet from my fake dating au for luztoye week that is nowhere near done but has taken me hostage——

“I gotta,” Joe takes a small sip of his coffee, shivering as the cold liquid hits his tongue. He prefers hot, but it’s not like this guy knows that and he’s not gonna complain about a free drink, “hmm, I gotta know what this is about before I commit to anything. ‘Cause as of right now, I think you’re over the hill and far away.”

George throws back his head and laughs like it’s the funniest shit he’s ever heard, a loud, genuine thing that has Joe biting his lip to keep from smiling. He looks back at Joe, smile still glued to his face as his chuckles subside.

“You’re not wrong, pal. So, uh,” George sniffs, quickly wiping at his nose with the back of his hand before pointing at Joe with both index fingers, “let’s start with a little background. I’m one of ten kids, ranking in at number six but by far the best looking.”

“Jesus Christ,” Joe mutters, shaking his head. Although he never liked being an only child and always longed for a sibling or two, he couldn’t imagine having nine. George just grins, those fingers wagging in unison.

“Catholics love two things: Mother Mary and fucking without a condom. Anyway, all my siblings are married or engaged and my mother’s been on my ass for years about settling down. ‘Georgie’,” George says in a falsetto so realistic Joe has to blink once, twice, before it registers that the words came out of the man’s mouth, “‘I’m worried you’re gonna die alone. Why won’t you give me grand babies?’ Woman’s already got sixteen, mind you.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“I know. Anyway, at Christmas I got so damn fed up with her pestering I finally came out, not like she didn’t already know. ‘Ma, I’m gay’. I think that’s the end of it and she’ll leave me alone.” George slams his palms down on the table, forcing Joe to reach out and grab his coffee before it tips over from the impact. “Nope! Now she’s pestering me about when I’m gonna get a boyfriend. And she’s got my sisters texting me about it, those turncoats. So, Easter rolls around, and she’s so far up my ass I could just about shit her out. ‘Georgie’,” he says in that falsetto again, “‘God loves the gays. But you gotta get married to make it right’. So I started a little lie. Said I was seeing somebody. Picked the most common name out there and said his name is Joe, y’know, Joe Shmo who likes to blow. He’s a good Catholic boy like myself, he doesn’t live around here, and that’s the end of it.”

“But it’s not the end of it,” Joe says slowly, unsure if he wants to know more. If he was feeling more sane, or wasn’t about to get one hell of a fucking fine for not paying off the ticket in time, he would have grabbed his crutches and been out the door by now. But there was something about George that was almost hypnotic, making the world around him fade into a blur, only able to focus on this stupid yet charming man before him. Joe takes another gulp of his coffee for strength, hardly registering the cold temperature anymore.

“It sure as shit ain’t. This woman, my God, she’ll never be satisfied. She wants pictures. She wants details. She wants to meet him. You know what the problem is? Guy doesn’t fucking exist.” George takes a sip of his own coffee, iced like Joe’s and double the size, impish brown eyes glinting with something Joe isn’t sure he wants to understand, “Until now.”

Tagging @lamialamia @bast0gne @antigonenikk and anyone else who wants to do it heehee

[spinteresting]

Sleepover weekend! Do you have any wips for luztoye week? If so, tell us about them! :)

I'm planning to do a couple of one-shots, though I haven't started writing them yet. So I might only finish 1 for luztoye week. But these are some ideas:

Modern AU - fake dating - I've not quite nailed down the details yet though. I've got a couple ideas, just need to outline to see which I'm going to go with.

A story set in the Modern Gay Bar AU that I'm currently writing an Ev/Doug fic in. I have plans for Buck/Bucky and Crosby/Rosie in this universe too. So it might be fun to put some bob guys in there as well. They'd all be separate fics in a loosely connected series.

Canon Era 48 hour pass to London or Paris.

[luzlylovely]

does the better late than never rule apply to luztoye week? please say yes.

[balladofthe101st]

"somewhere, a carpenter" in the madness vase by andrea gibson // "maybe i need you" in the madness vase by andrea gibson // "summertime, somewhere" by danez smith // august fernandes // "all i've ever known" in hadestown by anaïs mitchell // "i will follow you into the dark" by death cab for cutie