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[aidan-khontus]

hey Aidan, Rainemard here from balmung! Currently a lot of people who would like to rp but are locked out of Balmung are reccomended to hit up mateus! It's slowly filling up with new rpers and they're everywhere! I saw you got an ask about it, so thats a good alternative for them!

Thank you for this information!

mateus it is!

[lifeaftermeteor]

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

For this iteration of Fanfic Fridays, I’m offering up The Overthinking of Hearts in which “Quatre Winner picks up the mess that is Duo Maxwell after the war.”  

A compendium of the authors’ RP chat log, I had thought the formatting would put me off.  Perhaps initially it did, but the story was so very much worth it.  A rarepair of 2x4x2, I think what really sold me on it was their depiction of Quatre.  Case in point, straight of the gate: 

Quatre was never the best soldier.  He has moral quandaries to this day with what he did during the war.  But stabbing corporations to death and plunging entire economic empires into the metaphorical ocean is fucking chump change after you've killed a guy with your bare hands.

Ugh.  Yes!  Whee~~!

The fact that this...more cynical, older Quatre finds Duo and brings him back from the brink is quite delightful to read.  Also, fun use of the ‘Space Heart’ phenomenon which the series never really got into in any great detail.  I won’t give anything away, but the authors play with a neat idea of getting ‘feedback’ - if one side probes the other can probe back.  

Go check it out!

[lifeaftermeteor]

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

For the first iteration of Fanfic Fridays within the GW Fandom...and in honor of 2x5x2 Day earlier this week...I offer up Mars or Bust by Fastpuck and Nachte.

The fic finds Wufei on Mars managing terraforming efforts there when an older, more worldly, more eclectic Duo Maxwell on his doorstep.

Wufei’s workaholic tendencies and Duo’s absolute dedication to his work (and Wufei’s work, as it happens) shine through in this one.  Lots of mutual reinforcement...and a fair amount of mutual nagging, too.  Quatre is at the forefront of the relationship’s tipping point in the end, as he highlights specifically the fact that Duo sits still for no one....until now.

Enjoy~~!

[blinkyxx]

New cosplay idea: Stephen from Otokoyo

[blinkyxx]

i-if you did a page from otokoyo I would explode.

I had a hard time picking out any page, so I tried some Gundam Wing-inspired narration of the start of the first chapter!

[firestar295-blog]

1. Post the rules.  2. Answer the questions the tagger asked you and make eleven new ones. 3.Tag eleven people and link them to your post. 4. Let them know you have tagged them.

I was tagged by: meow-beep-beep

1.  If you could cuddle with anyone in the world right now who would it be?

Um, I don't really like cuddling. Unless my kitten counts; she is adorable and purrs sO FREAKIN LOUDLY IT'S SO CUTE.

2. Which fictional character has influenced you the most in you life?

Maybe Whitley from Wereworld? Or Vega. Those two were awesome. The best.

3. If you could see anyone in the world right now who would it be?

No idea.

4. Any songs you have stuck in your head at the moment?

The Perfect Scene by Mercy Mercedes.

5. Are you a cat or a dog person?

Cat person.

6. NOTP?

Probably KarVris (Karkat x Vriska)

7. Anything you're proud of?

I'm actually practicing and getting better at drawing people. They're kinda hard though.

8. Any deaths of a fictional character you have cried over?

Firestar and Yellowfang from the Warriors series. They were my favorites.

9. Thoughts on Shrek?

Best movies ever. Donkey is awesome.

10. How do you feel about hugs?

Eh, not really a fan. Kind of depends on my mood if I actually want one. Had to have been a sucky day for one to be needed.

11. What would you say to your middle school self?

I'm kind of in middle school currently. But I do need to quit being loud. I was outside once, and a teacher told me to shush while I was ranting. I was outside. Had to have been loud..

My Questions:

1. What is your favorite song?

2. Do you dress up for Halloween?

3. What type of games do you play?

4. Dragons or griffins?

5. If you could have any super power, what would it be?

6. If you had 2,000$, what would you spend it on (if food, bills, necessities to live, etc. were already taken care of)

7. OTP?

8. What is the weirdest thing you own?

9. Favorite anime?

10. What types of crafts do you like, if any?

11. Pixy sticks or pop rocks?

I Tag:

abundantchewtoys

bloodandbits

charmedsevenfold

xxdarkskittlezxx

turntablesandjuiceboxes

striderbeegood

radioactivetirade

pygmypumpkin

napalmarts

dropthatdirkydirk

You do not have to do this if you do not wish to!

[faequeen40]

Sooo, I was kind of inspired by a comic by napalmarts, so I wrote a little drabble. I've never tried to write from Dave's persepective before so it might be a little OOC. It like a slave gladiator AU. It seemed interesting.

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           Blood rushed in his ears as he waited, his heartbeat thudding out a staccato rhythm as he sat. The trolls that ran the arena barely gave him a passing glance, too busy scuttling about to arm his opponents.

                Adrenaline ran through his veins alongside the color the trolls seemed to abhor. Every time he caught their gaze or came back injured, he could practically feel their disdain.

                He was below them. A slave.

                Easily replaceable.

                A booming roar came from the arena and Dave pushed to his feet, following the instructions the trolls barked at him, trusty, shitty sword firm in his grip.

                They herded him into his own area, a reeking, empty room with a heavy gate on either end. He walked to the far side, crimson irises looking through the gaps to the horde of patrons in the stands and beyond to the oddly bright night sky.

                He would kill for his shades right now.

                They had been taken from him after he was captured and no matter how he asked or how well he did in the fights they forced him into, they refused to return them.

                With a deep sigh, Dave pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. He sat back against the dirty wall, sword across his knees. Each second dragged on until finally the heavy steel gate was wrenched up.

                Dave strode out into the arena, allowing a smirk to shift his poker face at the irony.

                Three trolls stood opposite of him, armored accordingly. They all stood confidently, clearly sure they could best the human. Their rainbow blazed from their eyes and the accents on their clothing, a hemospectrum that had ceased to be odd from the first fight Dave had won.

                A strange horn signaled the beginning of the fight, sending the trio into action. The teenager stood quietly, knees slightly bent, waiting for them to close the distance.

                The rust blood reached him first, a mighty flail swinging from his hands. Dave ducked under the spiked menace, flashstepping around the bigger troll until he could get close enough to slash his katana against the grey throat.

                Rust immediately splattered him and the sand of the arena, coating the dull silver of his sword and splashing on his face, the shade just a bit darker than the scarlet of his eyes.

                Wary now, the olive blood hung back while the blue blood charged forward, wrapped fists rearing back to connect with Dave’s jaw. The blow connected and Dave rolled away, body remembering the lessons Bro had taught him in their rooftop strife sessions.

                Two more blows connected-shoulder and stomach- before Dave had enough of an opening to slice the troll open from hip to shoulder. The troll staggered back for a moment before snarling and charging forward again, forgoing caution in her anger. Dave leaned back, narrowly missing the razor sharp points of her horns. He threw a foot out and tripped the charging woman, plunging the tip of his sword through her back as she hit the sand. Blue seeped across the ground, soaking into the worn leather of the sandals he had been given.

                He glanced up to see the olive blood backing away, hands held up in a defensive position. “I give, human. I forfeit.”

                Dave raised an eyebrow in response, before flicking his eyes to the massive troll sitting in the sands on a painted throne.

                “What are you waiting for motherfucker? Kill the coward, slave!” He roared from the throne, whipping the masses around him into a frenzy.

                Gaze hardening, Dave shook his head. He put one hand on his hip and returned his eyes to the troll in front of him. “You know? I don’t think I will. This kind of sick nasty is not exactly in my job description.”

                The olive blood’s eyes widened, mouth hanging open at Dave’s defiance. “If you really want to live through this bro, I suggest you run. This bitch is about to get real ugly.”

                The massive troll roared again and the olive blood shuddered, setting his shoulders and advancing on Dave. The human took a step back, sword coming up defensively.

                Seeing the blade, the olive blood rushed forward, impaling himself on the silvered edge, adding a fresh addition of rainbow to the hues already soaked into the hilt and stained onto the blade.

                Dave stared at the troll blankly, just sort of looking at the mess he had been responsible for. A mixture of dark red, olive and a light blue that reminded him of John covered his skin, his body a canvas of slaughter.

                He let the troll slide off his blade and stepped back, his desire to escape burning even hotter than before. Dave threw back his head and yelled, the excited crowd almost pushed to rioting by all the bloodshed.

                Before the guards dragged him back below the arena, Dave spared a scarlet glare for the Subjugglator that ran the arena.

                Soon.