#on fate

[hanon-akulai]

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

I'm back!! And Chapter 5 of On Fate is up!

It's long again 'cause apparently I can't not yap and... man. Ship descriptions. (ᵕ • ᴗ •)

But it's done and Seth is finally getting put into situations. I swear I love him dearly. ♥︎

Tagging: @trackerkitsune @washeduphasbeen ♥︎

[the-most-sublime-fool]

Well, well; I heard Ahab mutter, ‘Here some one thrusts these cards into these old hands of mine; swears that I must play them, and no others.’ 

Herman Melville, Moby Dick

[hanon-akulai]

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

Chapter 3 of Seth's and Camlin's fic is up! ♥︎ The original draft for this one got massive, so I made the executive decision to split it into two parts. ദ്ദി ˉ꒳ˉ )✧

This one is a bit shorter, but chapter 4 is pretty much fully written since I tried really hard to make it into a single chapter that wasn't unreasonably long and just couldn't do it. (´;ω;)

I'm happy with how it turned out though, it'll be up soon after I give it one last pass!

Tagging: @trackerkitsune @washeduphasbeen for a very anxious Seth! ♥︎

[the-most-sublime-fool]

Perhaps there is no such thing as a whole, completed destiny in the world, but only approximations, beginnings that come to no conclusion or conclusions that have no beginnings. Much that looks like Chance is after all really the Law of Cause and Effect. And much that goes on behind Life's doors is not fixed like the pillars of a building nor preconceived like the structure of a symphony, nor calculable like the orbits of the stars. It is human, fleeting and more difficult to trace than cloud shadows that pass over a meadow.

Vicki Baum, Grand Hotel

[othellho]

Providence, Aria Aber

[othellho]

Tory Adkisson, "Oracle to Oracle"

[trans-writes]

28-09-2024

transcript under the cut

I only believe in fate when my dad calls

the robot lady says hello, you are receiving a call from [          ], an incarcerated individual at [          ], a kentucky correctional institute.

& look, / i’m not saying i’m a believer in narrative, / but i am saying every road out of town leads back to the empty lot at the end of south main / & this town doesn’t bother with light, / just leads with teeth, / & that too can be a lure.

my father’s voice rattles tinny down the line. / he’s saying something about “people like us” /

& i split apart at that. / i miss whatever he says next, busy trying to shove / the kid in the back, giddy with pride & / the teenager in the passenger seat, shuddering with relief & / the guy behind the wheel with a dread-heavy lead foot / all back into my skin.

the robot lady comes back & says your time is almost up / & i say god don’t i know it. / she says your time is almost up / & i say don’t remind me. / she says your time is almost up / & i say it’s something in the blood, i think. / it’s gotta be in the blood.

the robot lady says your time is almost up & my dad says goodbye, / 

& as always he sounds like a carrion bird, / cock-sure & circling high above. /

i don’t believe in fate, but if i did, i think it would sound like him. 

—r.a.b. // 28-09-2024