posting week for the @d20exchange just started today, so here's a list of my works for it!
Always Meet Your Heroes (You Might Just Save Their Life) || olethra & marya || 3k words
gifted to @caprinie
Olethra loved her grandmother more than anyone else in the world, but when it came to which of the fabled Wind Riders was her favorite character in the books, Marya Junková won, and the others didn't even have a fighting chance.
Falling Asleep (Is Easier With You) || pete & sofia || 1.6k words
a treat for @pricemarshfield
After her last visit with Dale, Sofia moved through life in a haze of confusion and heartbreak. Spending time with Pete helps change that, even for just a little while.
Curse of the Survivor || marya/ludmila || 1.5k words
a treat for @herkimer-aurora
Memories of the worst day of her life plagued Marya's dreams, and Kočka offers comfort in the only way he can.
Later, they both comfort Ludmila as she adjusts to life on the Zephyr.
Welcome to the Family || maxwell/olethra || 2k words
a treat for @csmithman
Spending some time on the MacLeod farm after all their adventures in Zood, Maxwell faces a new danger when Olethra's parents find out they're together.
and here i sit alone, behind walls of regret || sandra lynn & fig
a treat for @basrars
After they return from the Nightmare Forest, Sandra Lynn grapples with her self-loathing and pulls away from the rest of the manor's inhabitants.
Fig notices.
10 + your favorite bad kids relationship (romantic or platonic, up to you!)
this prompt was so cute! it felt right to do this one with fig & adaine, since the first piece of d20 fic i ever wrote was for a fig & adaine zine in 2024 :)
Impromptu Fashion Show
words: 1,125
summary: Adaine's been wearing similar outfits for most of her time at Aguefort, and it usually didn't bother her. When she faces a small bout of insecurity, she takes a brief tour of Fig's closet to try and find something to make her look cooler.
relationship: fig & adaine
prompt: "why are you wearing my skirt?"
ao3 link || request a prompt!
It all started with a comment Fabian made one day.
"Adaine, I think I've seen you wear that jacket every day since you got it."
He didn't mean anything by it, but of course he was right. And the jacket itself was magical, it made perfect sense why she chose to wear it all the time. But still, days after the words left Fabian's mouth (and probably his memory), Adaine found herself thinking about them.
Her closet wasn't very big, and it just then dawned on her that it was full of mostly the same items in different colors. A few dresses in a style she didn't consider hers anymore, a nice pair of dress pants, and a couple miscellaneous items here and there made an appearance, but she mostly wore the same few pairs of jeans and t-shirts day in and day out. Somehow, she had ditched the school "uniform" her parents had made her wear for a another uniform, though the new style was significantly more comfortable.
And no one else probably paid any attention to it (hell, why was she even paying attention now?) but Adaine couldn't shake the desire to reinvent herself. A new look wouldn't fix her problems, but she could feel cool for a little while.
Shopping was out of the question unfortunately. She was barely scraping by with enough gold pieces to keep up with the demand her classes put forward, she couldn't really justify spending any money on clothes she didn't need right now. But that didn't mean she stopped thinking about the different styles she might want to try if she got the chance to completely change her look.
And those thoughts took control of her brain one day, when she was the only one home. Mordred Manor was usually bright with activity; there was pretty much always someone cooking or doing something that brought light and laughter to the house. But today was a rare occasion. Adaine hadn't even seen Zayn (who was technically bound to the property), and an idea popped into her head that she never would have considered a few weeks ago.
Sneaking into Fig's room was easy, and was it technically sneaking to just walk through the halls of your own home? But stepping into your friend's bedroom when you technically weren't invited was, and Adaine almost turned around and sprinted back to the tower. But in a moment of bravery (or maybe it was just the strength of her desire), she kept moving forward.
Fig's closet wasn't that much bigger than Adaine's, but her clothes were completely different. The fact that she still had some money coming in from her music meant that Fig sometimes went out and bought new things, and it helped that her classes didn't seem to have the same monetary demand that Adaine's did. There were so many things here that Adaine didn't think she had the confidence to even try on just yet, but Fig's clothes did satisfy some of the urge she had to try something new.
She gently took a pair of jeans off the hangar, with rips in the knees much larger than anything Adaine had worn before. It was the smallest step forward, one notch above the style she had spent most of her high school career in. But still, trying them on made her feel cooler in a way she couldn't quite explain (or justify, if she was trying to think logically).
She folded up her jacket of many things and traded it for a leather one next, and immediately, her eyes lit up as she looked at herself in the mirror. This version of Adaine was just cooler, that was the truth. So when her eyes moved over a small group of miniskirts and a few sets of neatly folded fishnet tights, she actually took a bigger leap forward and tried them on.
Hopefully Fig wouldn't be too mad if she found her in h-
"Adaine? What are you doing in here?"
Fuck.
There was an expression of pure embarrassment on Adaine's face as she stepped out of the closet and stared at Fig, like a kid who had gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar. And right as she opened her mouth to profusely apologize for the intrusion, Fig spoke again. "Why are you wearing my skirt?"
Adaine heaved a sigh before speaking. "I wanted to feel cool," she said, her voice so much quieter than it usually was. "I'm sorry."
Much to her surprise, a grin spread over Fig's face. "Well, you definitely look it," she said, taking a few steps forward to grab Adaine's hand and pull her deeper into the closet. "But I think I have a top that would look better with that skirt, and some shoes for you too."
Stunned, it took Adaine a few moments to register what Fig was doing. If this had been Aelwyn, she would probably have been sprinting back to her bedroom now, even if they had been mending their relationship recently. "Wait, what?"
"You want to borrow some of my clothes, right?" Fig said, seemingly just as confused as Adaine. "I'll help you pick something out."
"You're not mad at me for breaking into your closet?"
"What? Of course not! You look so cool right now, even if I was I wouldn't be able to hold onto it for long."
Adaine tried to keep her expression neutral, but she couldn't stop the smile from forming on her lips. "Oh."
Fig smiled too. "I do have one question though."
"Anything."
"What inspired the want to change? I think you look pretty cool with the denim jacket."
Adaine looked down, a soft blush dusting her cheeks. "It was just something Fabian said, about the fact that I've worn the jacket every day since I got it," she said. "It got into my head, and then I was worried that I didn't look as cool as I thought I did."
"Well you absolutely do look cool, so you never need to worry about that," Fig said. "But it's still fun to try something different every once in a while, so I get it." She reached into the sea of clothes and pulled out a black and red tank top. "Here, try this on with the skirt, and let me grab you the boots I think you should wear."
She gratefully accepted the offerings, and Fig waited patiently on her bed as Adaine changed. It took a few seconds for her to gather the courage to open the door, but when she finally did, Fig's face lit up.
"How do I look?" Adaine asked.
"Awesome."
And when she turned around to look in the mirror, Adaine had to agree.
the reveals for the @d20s-fanfic-masquerade have taken place, and the fics i wrote have finally come home to my ao3!
broken, beaten, damned || marmila || 3 chapters, 5.3k words
The Empress of Ruin didn't always possess an iron fist.
But her story was always marked for tragedy, her rise foretold in a way that made fate inescapable.
Musings of a Seed Guy || liam-centric || 6 chapters, 600 words || ongoing
A collection of moments in Liam Wilhelmina's life.
New Home || kristen & gorgug || 1.9k words
Gilear's apartment is a crowded place, and Kristen accepts the Thistlespring's offer to come stay in their guest room.
Overconfidence In Spades || wind riders || 2.1k words
Deemed "too good" at heists, the Wind Riders decide to try something different this time around.
Watchful Eyes || junkvan || 6 chapters, 3.6k words
Five times Marya and Van's stolen glances went unnoticed, and one time they didn't.
i had originally planned to post a big list at the end of @d20bingobattle with links to all my fics together (and i definitely will still do that), but i think this fic getting its own post is thematically appropriate to my url 😂
another round of the @d20s-fanfic-masquerade is now complete, and my fics for the event have now come home to my ao3!! here's a list of them:
sort by: most helpful || aso || gunner channel gen
gunner channel smash and grab reviews!! this fic was so much fun even if i did have to teach myself html and css and figure out ao3 work skins, something i have avoided in the entire decade i'd been on ao3 😂 the hovering text over the anonymous usernames is probably my favorite part of the formatting!
i guess we never really moved on || fh:jy || trackerbees
this was the first fic i wrote for the event!! love the idea of focusing on tracker's thoughts about that phone call with kristen in junior year and i actually committed to writing in (my nemesis) present tense :)
ulterior motives || cloho || canon divergence au
shout out to a tumblr post i saw while cloho was airing that i can't find anymore, but it put forth a theory about comfrey wanting to lure the wind riders to ramansu to swap bodies with olethra and continue the mission. i have been wanting to write something that delves into that theory forever, and it was such a last-minute decision to actually do it, but i loved writing this one <3
the @d20bingobattle has officially drawn to a close, and here's a list of my fics for it :)
because of this event, i started to get over my strange fear of writing fics that are less than 500 words, i challenged myself to not combine any prompts on my personal board, and d20 is now my most written fandom on ao3! i had a blast modding this event and i'm so happy people enjoyed it!!
💫 = favorite fics i wrote for the event (i picked 3)
do i not fear death, or just pretend to? || ylfa & pinocchio || prompts: nightmare, title references a song || 1k words
Stuck With You || maxwell & wisconson p. toad || prompt: maxwell gotch || 1.3k words
Here With You || ludmila/olethra || prompt: nervous || 2k words
First Steps || pete & cody || prompts: guarded, theme of coming out || 1k words
Involuntary Babysitting Duty || dawderdale & freyja || prompts: miryam dawderdale, 501-1000 words || 800 words 💫
Through the Veil || lapin & the sugar plum fairy || prompts: "not everyone is meant to be saved," lapin cadbury || 1k words
The Sweetest Heart || jet & ruby || prompts: locket, ruby rocks || 200 words
it's true romance is dead (i shot it in the chest and in the head) || riz & adaine || prompt: solitude || 600 words 💫
Forward Motion || maxwell & ludmila || prompt: "tell me the truth" || 1.1k words
Taking Turns || marya/ludmila || prompt: sacrifice || 200 words
Bad Idea || marya/van || prompts: "you're an idiot", inspired by your favorite game || 1.5k words
Almost Truce || monty & maxwell || prompt: "that was my favorite" || 200 words
now i just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time || elody/gerard || prompts: came back wrong, haunted || 1.3k words 💫
Something To Do || sofia & pete || prompt: "can i borrow your car?" || 100 words
Chance Meeting || kingston & pete || prompt: “this is going to hurt” || 1.2k words
Rescue on the Dancefloor || maxwell/olethra || prompt: olethra macleod || 1.6k words
66 was giving me such fig & kristen vibes, so i went with that one!! hope you enjoy :)
Midnight Writer's Block
words: 899
summary: Without her goddess, Kristen's schoolwork looks a little different. Fig finds her up in the middle of the night, trying to make sense of it all.
relationship: fig & kristen
prompt: "your handwriting is atrocious"
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Crumpled sheets of paper littered the floor around the kitchen table, and Kristen let out a heaving sigh. She had gotten two sentences into her latest attempt at an essay before abandoning it once again, and nothing seemed to stick enough for her to keep writing. A not-insignificant part of her brain wanted to give up, to trudge back to her room, cocoon herself among the blankets, and forget about the fact that she was dangerously close to being expelled from Aguefort.
But she couldn't do that, not this time.
She scribbled her name and the prompt of the essay on the first few lines of the page, then put the pencil down and stared at the markings she had just made.
How does divinity manifest in your life?
A few weeks ago, the answer to that question would have been easy. She practically had her goddess on speed dial, for Helio's sake. Now, even the obvious answer of her spells was off the table, and she was drawing a blank on anything else. Was her doubt even divine? Or was she just too lost to make sense of it all?
The sound of an owl hooting in the graveyard outside caused Kristen's head to shoot up, puncturing the silence of the home in a way that shouldn't have been as surprising as it was. She looked up at the doorway, staring out into the darkness that loomed down the hall and up the stairs.
Everyone else was asleep, and here she was.
Kristen sighed as she picked up her pencil again. Divinity manifests itself in my life through my connection with the unknown. I don't know anythin-
No, that was stupid.
Right as she had ripped that page out of her notebook and tossed it unceremoniously to the side, a voice broke through the silence. "What are you doing up?"
Fig stood in the doorway of the kitchen with a confused look on her face. "Trying to write this essay," was Kristen's deadpan response. "And it's not working."
Nodding at the neon yellow can of energy drink that sat next to Kristen's notebook on the table, Fig walked across the room and picked up one of the crumpled rejects from the floor. After reading it through, a soft snort left her lips. "Wow, your handwriting is atrocious."
"Like yours is any better."
Fig laughed. "I don't know, I think this might be worse than mine."
Silenced descended over the two of them as Fig sat down at the table, and Kristen was the first to break it. "So, what are you doing up this late on a school night?" she asked, trying to imitate Jawbone's gravelly tone.
"I'm having the same problem as you."
"Do you want to swap assignments?" It was a joke, but if Fig actually agreed, Kristen was willing to try anything if it meant she didn't have to keep writing the same few sentences over and over.
"I don't know, do you want to write my sophomore album?"
Kristen paused, really thinking it over for a second. "If it was anything else I might have said yes," she said. "But I don't think I'm a songwriter."
"Right now, I'm feeling the same way," Fig said. "I've been staring at the wall in my room for the past two hours, trying to ignore the fact that I haven't been able to put down a single line."
"That's why I came out here," Kristen said, glancing around the dimly lit kitchen and half-eaten bag of microwave popcorn on the table. "I thought my room was the problem, but I still haven't been able to get two sentences down."
Fig nodded as she reached across the table and grabbed the can of energy drink. But right as she moved to take a sip, another voice interrupted the quiet. "I think it's time for both of you girls to get to bed."
Jawbone stood in the doorway now, stifling a yawn as he sleepily blinked at Fig and Kristen. "Nothing you have to do is more important than getting a good night's rest, that I can promise."
Kristen sighed. "Even if we have an assignment due tomorrow?"
"Even then," Jawbone said, stepping in to pick up some of the crumpled pieces of paper up from the floor and place them on the table. "If you're struggling this much, why don't you talk to your professor? I think if you showed Ms. Badgood the amount of times you tried to work on this, she'd be able to help you a little."
Looking around at the mess of paper on the table, Kristen knew Jawbone was right. Staying up any longer wasn't going to magically finish her assignment. "Okay," she said, closing her notebook and collecting more of the crumpled attempts from the floor.
"Forcing yourself to write something isn't going to make it appear on the page any faster," Jawbone said warmly. "That goes for you too, Fig."
Fig sighed. "Yeah, I know."
What felt like seconds later, Kristen was laying under the covers of her bed, eyes drooping as she finally realized how tired she was. She didn't know if Cassandra could hear her (or if she would even listen if she could), but she whispered a quick wish that her goddess was okay before finally succumbing to sleep.
Hopefully tomorrow things would be a little more clear.
Crumpled sheets of paper littered the floor around the kitchen table, and Kristen let out a heaving sigh. She had gotten two sentences into her latest attempt at an essay before abandoning it once again, and nothing seemed to stick enough for her to keep writing. A not-insignificant part of her brain wanted to give up, to trudge back to her room, cocoon herself among the blankets, and forget about the fact that she was dangerously close to being expelled from Aguefort.
But she couldn't do that, not this time.
She scribbled her name and the prompt of the essay on the first few lines of the page, then put the pencil down and stared at the markings she had just made.
How does divinity manifest in your life?
A few weeks ago, the answer to that question would have been easy. She practically had her goddess on speed dial, for Helio's sake. Now, even the obvious answer of her spells was off the table, and she was drawing a blank on anything else. Was her doubt even divine? Or was she just too lost to make sense of it all?
The sound of an owl hooting in the graveyard outside caused Kristen's head to shoot up, puncturing the silence of the home in a way that shouldn't have been as surprising as it was. She looked up at the doorway, staring out into the darkness that loomed down the hall and up the stairs.
Everyone else was asleep, and here she was.
Kristen sighed as she picked up her pencil again. Divinity manifests itself in my life through my connection with the unknown. I don't know anythin-
No, that was stupid.
Right as she had ripped that page out of her notebook and tossed it unceremoniously to the side, a voice broke through the silence. "What are you doing up?"
Fig stood in the doorway of the kitchen with a confused look on her face. "Trying to write this essay," was Kristen's deadpan response. "And it's not working."
Nodding at the neon yellow can of energy drink that sat next to Kristen's notebook on the table, Fig walked across the room and picked up one of the crumpled rejects from the floor. After reading it through, a soft snort left her lips. "Wow, your handwriting is atrocious."
"Like yours is any better."
Fig laughed. "I don't know, I think this might be worse than mine."
Silenced descended over the two of them as Fig sat down at the table, and Kristen was the first to break it. "So, what are you doing up this late on a school night?" she asked, trying to imitate Jawbone's gravelly tone.
"I'm having the same problem as you."
"Do you want to swap assignments?" It was a joke, but if Fig actually agreed, Kristen was willing to try anything if it meant she didn't have to keep writing the same few sentences over and over.
"I don't know, do you want to write my sophomore album?"
Kristen paused, really thinking it over for a second. "If it was anything else I might have said yes," she said. "But I don't think I'm a songwriter."
"Right now, I'm feeling the same way," Fig said. "I've been staring at the wall in my room for the past two hours, trying to ignore the fact that I haven't been able to put down a single line."
"That's why I came out here," Kristen said, glancing around the dimly lit kitchen and half-eaten bag of microwave popcorn on the table. "I thought my room was the problem, but I still haven't been able to get two sentences down."
Fig nodded as she reached across the table and grabbed the can of energy drink. But right as she moved to take a sip, another voice interrupted the quiet. "I think it's time for both of you girls to get to bed."
Jawbone stood in the doorway now, stifling a yawn as he sleepily blinked at Fig and Kristen. "Nothing you have to do is more important than getting a good night's rest, that I can promise."
Kristen sighed. "Even if we have an assignment due tomorrow?"
"Even then," Jawbone said, stepping in to pick up some of the crumpled pieces of paper up from the floor and place them on the table. "If you're struggling this much, why don't you talk to your professor? I think if you showed Ms. Badgood the amount of times you tried to work on this, she'd be able to help you a little."
Looking around at the mess of paper on the table, Kristen knew Jawbone was right. Staying up any longer wasn't going to magically finish her assignment. "Okay," she said, closing her notebook and collecting more of the crumpled attempts from the floor.
"Forcing yourself to write something isn't going to make it appear on the page any faster," Jawbone said warmly. "That goes for you too, Fig."
Fig sighed. "Yeah, I know."
What felt like seconds later, Kristen was laying under the covers of her bed, eyes drooping as she finally realized how tired she was. She didn't know if Cassandra could hear her (or if she would even listen if she could), but she whispered a quick wish that her goddess was okay before finally succumbing to sleep.
Hopefully tomorrow things would be a little more clear.
i decided to actually make a d20/dropout sideblog now that i'm participating in more fic events! there will also probably be some naddpod sprinkled in, bc i'm in the middle of listening to c1 rn! my main blog (that i follow/send asks from) is @myshipsintheharbor :)
also, i've been meaning to make a masterlist for all my d20 fics, so that is below the cut. a 💫 next to the title of a fic means it's one of my favorites.
i'm currently the writing mod for from zood with love, a digital charity zine for cloudward, ho! other events i've helped out modding in the past are d20 bingo battle and the d20 fanfic masquerade.
all campaigns/shows will be tagged by full name!
Girl's Night Sleepover || fig & adaine
Both awake in the middle of the night, Fig throws Adaine her first official sleepover.
A Step Towards Something New || pete/rowan
Pete and Rowan have a relationship different from the one Pete has with the rest of the team. Months after the events of New Year's Eve, things change for the better.
Bad Kids Take Boonta || bad kids || star wars au
In an effort to make some credits, the Bad Kids enter a podrace. There's just one problem: they don't have a pod to race with.
What's in My Adventuring Pack? || spyre misc
What are the items that you should never quest without, and is there anything that people bring but never seem to use?
We talked to some of the Augefort Adventuring Academy’s students and staff to get the scoop on what they always made sure to pack when it was time to go on an adventure.
Not in Calorum Anymore || liam & adaine & riz
After escaping from the Temple of Saint Arugula, Liam finds himself quangled into a completely different world, making some new friends along the way.
Rebellious In Nature || calroy & jet
Three moments in which Calroy comes to the aid of the eldest princess of Candia, offering his insight to the situations at hand.
Acts of Kindness || the bad kids
With the pressure of junior year increasing all the time, Sklonda (and the Bad Kids) know that Riz desperately needs to rest. They all take it upon themselves to try and help.
Parenthood (For One Night Only) || the bad kids
Every year, the senior artificer project at Augefort is to create realistically acting mechanical babies, to be used for the following year's parenthood practice project. It's the Bad Kids' turn to take on the challenge, and they're separated into pairs to try and take care of these baby mechs.
Close Encounter || sundry sidney
Piloting the Red Hot well outside the central hub of civilization, Sundry Sidney is forced to contend with one of the more terrifying realities of the galaxy she lives in.
Adventurer's Bond || maxwell/olethra
There's something to be said about the idea that adventuring together makes one more susceptible to their feelings.
New Beginnings || sandra lynn & fig
Sandra Lynn Faeth joins the staff at the Augefort Adventuring Academy.
Made With Love (Yes, Even The Burnt Ones) || adaine & fabian
One morning after a sleepover, Adaine decides to make breakfast for everyone. There's just one issue: the only other person awake was Fabian, and neither of them have any experience in the kitchen.
Pink Carnations || sandra lynn & fig
Sandra Lynn Faeth falls in love with gardening when she and Gilear buy their house in Elmville, and it continues to play an important role in her life.
Equally Lost || cody & sofia
Both feeling the sting of loneliness at Kingston's Thanksgiving, Sofia and Cody spend some time on a balcony together.
Sky-Eyed || marya/dawderdale 💫
They say to never meet your heroes, and Miryam Dawderdale was now understanding why: you might fall in love with them.
Home is Where The Griffin Is || sandra lynn & baxter
Four moments in Baxter's life.
Underwater Wonders || olethra & monty
On the way down to the sunken temple, Olethra and the crew get up close and personal with some lovely ocean-dwellers.
An Ice Day In Space || margaret & the gunner channel
Margaret Encino's first real decision as co-owner of the ship is simple: to get to know each other better, they should spend some time at the rec station's ice rink.
Aftermath || adaine & aelwyn
It's Aelwyn's first night at Mordred Manor after the events of Sophomore Year, and Adaine helps to calm some of her worries.
Complicated Feelings || maxwell & olethra
When Olethra is forced to confront the fact that she doesn’t truly know her grandmother, it’s more than she can bear. Maxwell is there to help, even if there’s no easy answer to their questions.
Overconfidence In Spades || wind riders gen
Deemed "too good" at heists, the Wind Riders decide to try something different this time around.
New Home || kristen & gorgug
Gilear's apartment is a crowded place, and Kristen accepts the Thistlespring's offer to come stay in their guest room.
Watchful Eyes || marya/van
Five times Marya and Van's stolen glances went unnoticed, and one time they didn't.
Musings of a Seed Guy || liam-centric
A collection of moments in Liam Wilhelmina's life.
broken, beaten, damned || marya/ludmila 💫
The Empress of Ruin didn't always possess an iron fist.
But her story was always marked for tragedy, her rise foretold in a way that made fate inescapable.
Falling Asleep (Is Easier With You) || pete & sofia
After her last visit with Dale, Sofia moved through life in a haze of confusion and heartbreak. Spending time with Pete helps change that, even for just a little while.
Curse of the Survivor || marya/ludmila
Memories of the worst day of her life plagued Marya's dreams, and Kočka offers comfort in the only way he can.
Later, they both comfort Ludmila as she adjusts to life on the Zephyr.
Always Meet Your Heroes (You Might Just Save Their Life) || olethra & marya
Olethra loved her grandmother more than anyone else in the world, but when it came to which of the fabled Wind Riders was her favorite character in the books, Marya Junková won, and the others didn't even have a fighting chance.
Welcome to the Family || maxwell/olethra
Spending some time on the MacLeod farm after all their adventures in Zood, Maxwell faces a new danger when Olethra's parents find out they're together.
and here i sit alone, behind walls of regret || sandra lynn & fig
After they return from the Nightmare Forest, Sandra Lynn grapples with her self-loathing and pulls away from the rest of the manor's inhabitants.
Fig notices.
Midnight Writer's Block || fig & kristen
Without her goddess, Kristen's schoolwork looks a little different. Fig finds her up in the middle of the night, trying to make sense of it all.
Impromptu Fashion Show || fig & adaine
Adaine's been wearing similar outfits for most of her time at Aguefort, and it usually didn't bother her. When she faces a small bout of insecurity, she takes a brief tour of Fig's closet to try and find something to make her look cooler.
do i not fear death, or just pretend to? || ylfa & pinocchio
Eventually, he was the one to break the silence. "You couldn't sleep either?"
Ylfa nodded. "Nightmare."
"I hate those."
Stuck With You || maxwell & wisconson p. toad
Taking care of Olethra's familiar was not what he wanted to be doing this afternoon.
Here With You || ludmila/olethra
Olethra wanted to do something to make Ludmila feel more welcome on the ship. She couldn't have expected where it was going to lead.
First Steps || pete & cody
Some truths about Cody come to light after he loses everything. Pete is there to lend an ear.
Dawderdale discovers that she's been left in charge of Olethra's familiar one morning, and she ropes Freyja into helping her deal with it.
Through the Veil || lapin & the sugar plum fairy
Trapped in a world between life and death, Lapin tries to tip the scales in Jet's favor.
The Sweetest Heart || jet & ruby
Ruby reflects on the lockets she once shared with her sister.
What To Do When Nerves Get in the Way of Your First Date || fig/kristen
Fig is supposed to meet her here.
Kristen's heart breaks a little when she doesn't show.
it's true romance is dead (i shot it in the chest and in the head) || riz & adaine
There was a chill in the air, but the last thing he wanted right now was to go inside.
Forward Motion || maxwell & ludmila
As Ludmila adjusts to life on the Zephyr, she can't help but worry that she doesn't fit in with the rest of the crew. One morning, reassurance comes from a surprising source.
Taking Turns || marya/ludmila
They were always supposed to be there to save each other.
Bad Idea || marya/van
Engaging in a race with your too-competitive crewmate while you're supposed to be making a getaway is a pretty risky move, but Marya and Van were never ones to turn down a challenge.
Almost Truce || monty & maxwell
Monty feels bad about the fate of the Grandpa of the Year mug.
now i just sit in the dark and wonder if it's time || elody/gerard 💫
Elody should have been overjoyed that he returned.
But after a while, the signs of change became too persistent to ignore.
Something To Do || sofia & pete
Thankfully, she picked up on the first ring.
Chance Meeting || kingston & pete
Months before Pete became the Vox Phantasma, his path crossed with Kingston Brown's just weeks after arriving in the city.
Rescue on the Dancefloor || maxwell/olethra
After Maxwell steps in to rescue Olethra from a pompous suitor, the two have a moment as they dance.
False Alarm || sofia & pete
Flying monkeys almost invade New York, and Sofia gets an afternoon off from the salon.
Pumpkin || pete-centric
Pete's worries that none of that cats in the shelter will like him are quickly proven wrong.
Jack-O-Lantern Smile || fig/kristen
To prepare for the upcoming fall carnival, Fig and Kristen are charged with carving pumpkins for decoration. They get a little distracted doing so.
i guess we never really moved on || kristen/tracker
Tracker O'Shaughnessey is not an insomniac.
Sort By: Most Helpful || gunner channel gen 💫
FRESH! GOOD! VIOLENCE NOW!
We're the Wurst, ready to aid and assist in whatever stickup, kidnapping, or heist you need handled.
Ulterior Motives || comfrey centric canon divergence
Comfrey MacLeod refused to bow to the facts of her biology. She was one of, if not the single greatest mind on the planet, and she'd do anything to keep going.
So Heals a Worthy Friend || maxwell/torse
What if Maxwell was in the room when Torse saw the photo of Ludmila?
