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[stevieroqers]

9/G/𓃔 😘

build-a-fic: send me prompts (+ a ship if ur particular)

“do you trust me?” + drunkenness + a beach at low tide

(you left the pairing up to me so i picked loosier because i've had this idea based on an anecdote from hfmp rattling around my head for AGES lol. needless to say i was very thrilled to see this combo)

"Hey!"

He'd just staggered to his feet again when Leckie's voice reached him, sharp and unmistakable. Bill glanced up toward the tree line and yes, there he had appeared out of the thick mass of the jungle, looking far too steady on his feet for Bill's liking.

"What are you doing?"

Bill looked down. His bare toes curled into the cool, packed sand. The water had receded once more, leaving only an inch or so pooled around his feet, and he knew he didn't have much longer to accomplish the task he'd set out to do. He held his pants up high and waved them in Leckie's direction, ignoring the spray of droplets that followed in their wake. "'M puttin' my damn pants back on."

He was drunk enough that the words felt heavy and clumsy on his tongue, but not so drunk that he wasn't aware of the fact. In any case, Leckie didn't seem to have a problem understanding him, because he grinned at Bill, and even from a distance and even through the haze in his mind he knew it was smarmy and wide and aggravating.

"Kind of defeats the purpose if they end up wet, don't you think?"

And Leckie said it with such surety that Bill frowned, suddenly more intent than ever to get the job done. "I always put my pants on in the ocean," he insisted (because he did!), and then stuck his foot through one of the leg openings.

The force of the wave caught him by surprise, the same as it had done the last time, and the time before that, and the time before that, and Bill went down hard, one foot tangled in the fabric as another wave crashed against his back and sent him further sprawling.

By the time he had extracated himself and finished blinking the water out of his eyes, Leckie had made himself comfortable just above the soft line that deliniated the sand turning wet and dark. His knees were drawn up, arms crossed loosely atop them as he watched Bill from the few feet that separated them.

"Why're you here anyway?" Bill asked, pushing up to his feet and shaking his pants out in a poor, futile attempt to dry them some.

"Making sure you don't drown, apparently," Leckie quipped. Bill shot him a look that he hoped conveyed just what he thought of that, but Leckie only raised an eyebrow in playful challenge. "What, don't you trust me?"

There was the instinctual response that begged release, the snippy, sarcastic one that went something along the lines of not as far as I can throw you; and then there was the more realistic answer, which was that Bill obviously had to trust him, inasmuch as he had to trust any of the guys he'd come to war with.

The third thing, the thing that was closest to the truth, was that Bill trusted Leckie maybe more than anyone else on the godforsaken island—but that was not something Bill wanted to think about, especially not when his head was more than half gone from drink, and besides, he knew Leckie hadn't really meant the question like that.

So he scowled instead, and went back to the matter of Leckie's thinking he might be stupid enough to drown. He wasn't going to drown. He'd show Leckie. He held his pants out in front of him again, and in a swift move, shifted his weight to one foot as he stuck the other through the pant leg. This time, Bill managed to get his leg all the way through, heavy sodden fabric and all, and had just turned to lord his half-victory over Leckie when the next wave made its appearance.

Somewhere through the water in his ears and and nose and mouth, he thought he heard Leckie laughing.

[heibioraf]

a short playlist for pomegranate heart by @rieweyrs

as part of sidgene's 12 days of ficmas :))

this is SUCH SUCH SUCH an incredible fic, go read it if you haven't already. it's one of my favourite fics for the pacific, and specifically loosier. this is one of THE fics that got me into loosier, and therefore i owe it and the author my life etc etc. the last time i did a playlist like this was for rie's absolutely incredible luztoye fic the morning sun, and that was over a year ago now lol. i've been meaning to get to this for a while, to hype up this fic and participate in this amazing little ficmas, but i hadn't found much time or motivation. however i really really really wanted to make sure that rie's incredible fics got the hype that they deserved. her leckie/hoosier is such such such wonderful work and i cannot overstate how much i love to read it. her grasp of characters is A+ and her use of settings in beautiful western aus like this one is chef's kiss. read this fic. please please pleaseee

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for this playlist i wanted to focus on country & western music, which is an incredibly broad subject lol. so you've got older music, newer music, country, western, a touch of bluegrass, etc etc in this little monster of a playlist.

[gerhardtz]

clapping my hands and cheering you KNOWWW im gonna ask about a Lot.... might i perhaps have quick calligan thing, revised until I tasted bone, and the witch's oven please wen darling

WELL YESSSS RIE THE MORE THE MERRIER truly always happy to yap about my wips instead of writing them <3 feel free to send one billion more if you so desire

quick calligan thing maybe is something i did NOT get very far with, was just gonna be like a little day-by-day thing spanning a week or so depending on how carried away i got lol. turns out i didnt get carried away at all because i wrote exactly 81 words and got bored 💀

here are those 81 words. calamita is not in it

maybe i'll go back to it one day. i probably will. anyway

REVISED UNTIL I TASTED BONE oh goodness do i even have anything new done... we'll find out now i guess. okay well the answer was No BUT this motivated me to actually go and write some of it so here is a hot new snippet fresh off the stove (:

@deergravity you wanted this one also i believe ^

i'm taking this entire fic apart and putting it back together in a different and much longer order. like it's basically a different fic now LMAO so idk if i'm gonna post it separate from the original and keep that version up or what, idk. what are peoples suggestions what are the vibes what do we want?

AND FINALLYYYY the witch's oven ... i answered that one here (: i was goingggg to send you another snippet special just for you but then i realised i think i've genuinely sent you everything else i've written for this fic so far already LOL

anyway thank youuu so much for the ask rie sending all of my love <3

[heibioraf]

FIC REC FRIDAY!!!

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counting the vertebrae by @rieweyrs

band of brothers | luz/toye | post-war | 2k words | rated t

“I can’t go to the movies anymore.” Joe mutters. He’s holding onto George’s wrist. It seems fragile in his grip, bony and thin. He knows that he could completely close his fingers around it, if he wanted. He thumbs at George’s pulse and feels it speed up. “Why not?” George keeps combing through his hair with his other hand. His foot rests over the top of Joe’s calf. “You’re not there to talk through them.” Joe says, and feels almost annoyed about it. When George laughs, he can feel it, a gentle vibration in his throat. “I can’t listen to music without thinking about you.” He says, low and quiet, somber in a way he never is. “So we’re even.” (March of 1947. Toye turns twenty-eight. Luz is a sure thing. In a way, so is moving on.)

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such a beautiful beautiful fic from a wonderful wonderful writer. i've been getting back into the swing of BoB recently and yeahhh naturally i sought out some of rie's work for the best experience and prose and atmosphere and romance and characterisation and and and-- anyway. if you want to read a good fic, READ THIS. especially if you're looking into luztoye but you're not sure where to start, this is just the place. such a gorgeous through-line (i think of this fic when I see clouds) and somehow fitting an entire mini character & relationship & plot arc into 2k words????????????? author does it effortlessly. give this a read!!

[stevieroqers]

fic authors self rec! when you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. let's spread the self-love 💗

wooo i have just enough published to do this and actually have to make a selection!! this is just the order in which they appear on my ao3:

1. straight from the bottle, twisted again

post-war sledgekie; i've talked about this fic way too much between yesterday and today but it's my most self-indulgent piece and i'm quite fond of it

2. he ain't heavy (he's my brother)

platonic babe & bill with a little outsider pov baberoe; wrote this for an exchange and i was really happy with how it turned out

3. formless in the fold

post-war hilldane; i like how tight the sections are here, it forced me to be very intentional with my prose in a way that worked out (i think) really well

4. sunshine all the while

post-war hilldane; my first time writing them so it's a little clunky maybe but i wrote this for me and idc i love some corny slice-of-life 😭

5. 'til the early morning light

wartime luztoye; truth be told i avoid thinking about her most of the time because i am Scared of her and her angry sister The Yet-Unwritten Sequel haunts me night and day...

[meyerlansky]

oh my god tomorrow is your birthday... HAPPY BIRTHDAY IN ADVANCE you are a treasure to have on the dash

it is! i'm Old!

THANK YOU AND SAME TO YOU 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

[sidgene]

BEAUIFUL GIFS™️ ‼️ WONDERFUL PERSON™️ ‼️ EXCELLENT EVENT ORGANIZER™️ ‼️

taking these to the trademark office asap!!

this has earned you position as my most esteemed consigliere xx

your followers tell your blog's trademarks

[stevieroqers]

u knowwww im going 💌 while cackling maniacally xxx

He heard Frank shuffle around the room, cursing softly as he bumped into something, and then the rustling of sheets as he got into his bed. George continued to lie still as Frank shifted around, getting comfortable. After that, there was just Frank’s breathing to match his, and George was almost convinced he was finally asleep when he called out again, softly, “George?” George pressed his lips together and stayed silent. Frank sighed, and George heard the rustle of his sheets again as he turned over.

from this make me write