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  • dont-touch-my-soup
    18.05.2022 - 2 days ago

    “There is still time“

    For @whump-of-the-month Time Day

    This chapter is dedicated to @villainsvictim​ who requested a failed escape attempt <3

    CW: captivity, failed escape attempt

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    Silence was roaring in Kell’s ears. Or maybe it was just fear. He wasn’t sure anymore. His heart was racing in his chest and he could feel every breath deep inside his stomach.

    They had both heard the steps on the staircase. But now it was silent. Dangerously silent.

    The silence was heavy on Kell’s lungs. It felt like he couldn’t breathe anymore. He pressed himself closer against the pillar until the uneven stone pierced his back, until it hurt, wishing he could melt into it. Wishing he could just vanish into thin air. But all he could do was hide and pray no one would notice them. Kell pressed his eyes closed, as if it could turn himself invisible.

    Thrasher’s fingers were still firmly wrapped around Kell’s wrist as if he feared Kell would run away screaming any second. And if he hadn’t hold on to him with an iron grip, Kell might have.

    The wooden floorboards creaked. Then it was silent again. Seconds tickled by and Kell wondered if the sound had just been in his head. Maybe they were wasting the little time they had until it was too late to escape. And in the meantime Jinn was waiting for them outside in the cold and dark. Wondering where they were. Wondering if they had been caught.

    Kell swallowed, his mouth so dry, his tongue stuck to the roof of it. There was nothing but the sound of his own heartbeat in his ears. So loud he feared everyone in the building could hear it too.

    He felt the pulse racing through Thrasher’s wrist, could feel his breath on his forehead.

    He was scared too.

    Somewhere outside a robin started to sing and Kell flinched so hard he was sure, whoever was lurking in the dark corridor had to hear him.

    But all he could think of was the birds outside. Harbingers of the dawn.

    Tears started to pool in his eyes.

    It was too late. He knew it. It couldn’t be long until the sun would rise.

    Another robin joined the first one. It seemed to mock him with their song.

    Too late. Too late. Too late.

    Kell’s stomach twisted and turned. He had never believed he could actually make it. He had done too many mistakes, broken too many promises. He didn’t deserve to escape.

    At least Jinn was safe. At least he was free. Kell repeated the words in his mind like a mantra. Like a charm. Jinn was safe. That was all that mattered.

    Then finally Kell could hear the steps again. He took a few deep breaths. Before his heart had calmed down, Thrasher already dragged him towards the stairs. Kell stumbled and barely caught his balance. His gaze fell on one of the few windows. The darkness lifted already. Kell tugged his hand free and came to a halt.

    “What are you waiting for?”, Thrasher whispered. “We need to hurry!”

    “We should go back”, Kell said. His body was numb. His limbs felt like they weren’t his.

    “No”, Thrasher said. “There is still time.”

    Kell took a step back. “It is too late.” His voice broke away.

    Thrasher’s hand grabbed his arm so hard it hurt. “If you leave now, Oryn will catch you for sure … You need to …”

    “Trust you?”, Kell asked, his voice trembling. “You told me not to trust anyone. I never wanted to do this! I never wanted to! I told you so! But you …” His voice got higher with every single word.

    “Calm down”, Thrasher tugged sharply at his arms.

    “Let me go”, Kell said breathlessly, trying to rip himself out of Thrashers grip. His voice was too loud, too high.

    Thrasher started to curse and abruptly let him go.

    Kell didn’t look back as he broke away. If he got to his room fast enough, he would be safe. He just needed to get there quickly, get rid of the clothes, and get into bed. He could be fast.

    He could do it.

    The corridor was still dark and quiet. No one was in sight. As he rushed past Jinn’s room, guilt made itself a nest in his stomach. He had abandoned him once again. But at least he was safe and free.

    He pressed the handle of the door. It squeaked and for a second Kell expected Oryn to appear right next to him.

    But the corridor stayed dark and silent.

    When he closed the door behind himself, relief washed over him like a wave. Kell closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His heartbeat finally eased.

    Dawn was approaching. The birds outside sang so loud, as if they wanted to snitch on him.

    For just a second Kell allowed himself to rest.

    He didn’t notice the dim light of the lantern until he opened his eyes again.

    He wasn’t alone in his room.

    Oryn was standing at the window, staring at him with hard, unyielding eyes. Taking in his appearance, his clothes.

    His eyes burned through him. Burned all the way to his core. Kell swallowed. Struggled for words. But there was no way he could explain himself. This time words couldn’t save him.

    “You know how much I hate it when my birds try to leave the nest”, Oryn said, his voice nearly emotionless.

    Cold dread filled Kell’s entire body. Panic threatened to drown him. He wanted to run but his legs betrayed him. He dropped to his knees. All his strength left him at once.

    Maybe Thrasher had been right. Maybe it had been a mistake to go back.

    “Please”, Kell whispered. His tongue was suddenly too heavy and too big. He wasn’t sure what he was begging for. He knew what Oryn would do. He had heard about it. He had seen it. A part of him still hoped he would let him live. But the other part knew better. Tears fell over his cheeks. At least Jinn was safe. At least Jinn was free.

    Thank you for reading! @whumpzone @jo-doe-seeking-inspo @whump-cravings @tears-and-lilies @imagination1reality0 @suspicious-whumping-egg @i-can-even-burn-salad @siren-of-agony @villainsvictim (please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!)   

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    #whump writing #time day 2022 #whump of the month #failed escape attempt #angst#long-term captivity#Unsung Heroes #I feel like I should have edited this more #but I always feel like this #robins actually are the earliest birds #what a coincidence
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  • the-empty-man
    16.05.2022 - 4 days ago

    Clara '#1 Bird Lover' Entwhistle:

    Says she is bringing "no animals" into London whilst carrying her birds in plain sight (I like to think this is because she considers them friends rather than animals)

    Shushes an injured man from groaning because she doesn't want him to wake her birds

    Only comments on the big windows in her room to say that they make her birds "happy - or possibly sad"

    Lists the fact that she owns two birds immediately after the details of her immediate family when giving facts about herself (even though Fleet already knows about the birds in question)

    Doesn't want Fleet to go too near her birds because they don't know him

    Expresses concern for her birds when armed guards are advancing on her apartment

    Sometimes takes her birds up to the roof to give them a chance to fly about, and is shocked and appalled at the suggestion that they wouldn't come back

    #Victoriocity #Idk why I was thinking about this today #But I love how much she loves her birds #Clara is a Disney princess and her birds are her animal sidekicks #She only gets involved in the whole adventure of S1 #because her birds woke her up so she found Salik's body #so Clara's birds are the unsung heroes of the narrative #As a sidenote I love that Fleet's reaction to Clara saying he shouldnt go near the birds cos they don't know him #is 'how else will they get to know me?' #like it's funny but it also suggests his assumption that he's a fixture in her life #so her birds ought to know him #Clara Entwhistle #the empty man posteth
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  • dont-touch-my-soup
    14.05.2022 - 6 days ago

    "Trust me, you don‘t wanna do that.“

    @themerrywhumpofmay​ day 14: “Trust me, you don’t wanna do that.”

    CW: Captivity, slavery, emeto, drugging

    It was drugged. Kell knew as soon as they shoved the glass into his hand. It was always drugged. Nearly every drink he’d ever received at Oryn’s parties was. And sometimes the food was drugged too.

    He listened to the sparkling liquid whispering secrets to his ears. The steady sizzle was weirdly calming. Somehow it was enough to muffle the jumble of voices and laughter and sometimes cries.

    “What are you waiting for, pretty bird?”, a voice yelled on his left and suddenly all the noise was back, sitting heavily on Kell’s eardrums.

    The liquid quivered in the glass. Somehow that destroyed the calming effect it had had on him just moments before. Defeatedly Kell looked up, still searching for a way out, even though he knew there wasn’t.

    His gaze fell on Jinn. Even though he was sitting on the floor on the other side of the room, he seemed to feel Kell’s eyes and looked back at him. He gave a small wave, his lips curving into something resembling a smile. His posture seemed relaxed. Kell could still remember how disastrous Kell’s first party had been. How scared he had been. But Jinn didn’t look scared. Kell wanted to keep it that way.

    He lifted the glass to his lips and emptied it in one go.

    The clapping of hands made him flinch. “There is my good boy”, the Varsennan said. Heat was climbing up his face and tears were stinging in his eyes. Kell felt like he should know him. But his mind came up blank. A hand combed through his hair. Kell wanted to move out of his reach, but his eyes were still settled on Jinn.

    He looked down on his shaking hands. The scars on his left hand so visible on his clenched fist. 

    The liquid sparkled in his throat. Or maybe it was anger. He swallowed both and forced a smile on his lips. It nearly tasted as bitter as his drink.

    ***

    Kell leaned back against the wall. Both hands flat on the cold floor in a desperate attempt to ground himself. Colours were swirling around him, and the furniture never stopped moving.

    He pinched his eyes shut but the nauseating rotation continued.

    He was too exhausted to move. He just wanted to lie down. The thought was tempting. No one would find him in the abandoned storage room. He would be safe here.

    But if he laid down now, he would never get back up.

    If the room would just stop swirling around him.

    Pain was throbbing through his head like tiny needles. The air was cool against his sweat-covered skin, and he sucked in the fresh air.

    Suddenly one of the doors opened and Kell froze, holding his breath on instinct. Light and the mumbling of voices poured into the room. Then the door was slammed shut.

    Kell slowly moved behind a pile of theatre supplies. He had chosen the darkest corner of the room, but somehow that didn’t feel so safe now.

    For a moment it was quiet. A latern was lit. It’s dimn light threw three moving shadows against the walls. Kell blinked against the light until his eyes got used to the brightness.

    “You got everything?”, a heavy accented voice said in Tharlian.

    “Otherwise, I wouldn’t be here”, another voice answered annoyed and Kell froze. It was Thrasher.

    Paper crinkled and they fell quiet for some time.

    “It’s good enough”, one of them said.

    “Their names are Kell and ...”

    Kell’s heart stopped for one beat. What had this to do with him? He bent over a wooden crate. If only his head wouldn’t throb with every beat of his heart. His fingers clawed to the wood of the crate until it hurt. It still did nothing to regain his balance.

    “Oh no.” the first voice interrupted. “Oryn has taken new precautions. We will only get out one of them this time.”

    “What? You promised me two, if I …”

    “Well prices just raised. Take it or leave it. Your choice.”

    Thrasher looked so vulnerable between them. Kell’s arms started to tremble, not being able to retain his weight much longer. Kell skid his ellbows a little further to get a better hold. The wood crackled quietly and Kell froze again.

    Thrasher made a frustrated sound. “What if I …

    Suddenly the crate gave way under Kell’s weight. Kell couldn’t supress a yelp. Pain shot through his arms as he landed facefirst in the crate. For a moment he wasn’t sure where up and down were. The room was dancing around him. Nausea hit him in waves.

    “What was that sound?”, the Varsennan asked.

    He tried to push himself up but he only managed to roll on his side. He pressed his eyes closed, breathing through his mouth. He cradled his arms to his chest.

    Kell could hear the steps coming closer but there was nothing he could do.

    “I am sorry”, he whispered. He wasn’t even sure they could hear him.

    Before he could say anything, a hand tightened around his arm and the collar of his shirt and hauled him back on his feet.

    “What are you doing here?”, Thrasher said between his teeth, emphasizing every single word. His voice was quiet but there was a deep anger behind that quietness.

    Somewhere between the ground and now Kell had opened his eyes again. He could barely see Thrasher’s face through the veil of tears.

    “Stop it. You are hurting me”, Kell panted, one hand over Thrashers, trying to loosen his grip. Thrasher was a good way taller than he was, but Kell hadn’t thought him to be that strong.

    “Oh, believe me when I say, I want to hurt you so much more than that”, Thrasher said. Kell stopped struggling, staring up at him. He was hard to read. He wouldn’t really hurt him, would he?

    “What are you doing here?”, Thrasher asked again.

    “What are you doing here?”, Kell panted.

    Thrasher gave him a shake. Once again Kell felt like trapped in a snow globe. “Kell, I mean it. This is not a game. Did you follow me?”

    He heard him like through water. Something was not okay. Urgency pulsated through his veins but Kell’s brain was too sluggish to follow. He knew he had to do something but he wasn’t sure what it was.

    “I think I have to ...” Kell started weakly and Thrasher seemed to understand. He let him go and Kell fell back on his hands and knees. Before he could say or do anything else he started to throw up.

    He could hear Thrasher and the tow others talk in low voices, but he didn’t understand what they were saying.

    His hands started to tremble again as he heaved, tears pooling in his eyes. The room suddenly felt too hot and too cold at the same time.

    A hand on his shoulder made him flinch.

    “Here, take this”, Thrasher said, his voice a little softer now. Kell blindly reached out. The cloth was surprisingly smooth. Only after Kell had wiped his face, he realized what it was. A costume from the very box he had fallen in.

    He sat up. His limbs shaking with exhaustion and humiliation. Every part of his body ached and burned. He was pretty sure his forearms were bleeding, but he tried not to check. The two Varsennans looked down at him. One was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, the other made a step in Kell’s direction. Kell didn’t even had enough strenght to shove himself backwards. The Varsennan squinted her eyes. ”I heard you sing”, she said. “You have a pretty good voice. We can always use one of that.”

    Kell looked up at her. He didn’t quite grasp what she was implying.

    “Leave him alone”, Thrasher interrupted sharply. “He will not sell himself to you.”

    Kell didn’t object, but the prospect to leave the theatre was compelling.

    He could hear her giggling like all of this was just a game to her. And maybe it was.

    The other Varsennan was looking at Thrasher. “Is this”, he motioned in Kell’s direction, “going to be a problem?”

    “He can keep a secret”, Thrasher promised.

    “Fine. You know if he talks it will be your problem.”

    “I know”, Thrasher said.

    “Now let’s get this over with. Whom do you want us to save?”, she asked in a mocking tone. It really was just a game to them.

    Thrasher exhaled. “I want him gone as fast as possible.” He looked down at Kell, his face grim but not unfriendly. “Especially after today.”

    ***

    “I won’t leave without Jinn”, Kell said. His words were slurred even though he tried so hard. When had talking gotten so hard?

    “I can’t get you out both at once. He’ll have to wait ...”

    “Then get him out first. I can wait.”

    “The plan is already set, Kell.”

    “I won’t leave without him”, Kell repeated, he felt himself drifting away. He clawed his fingernails into his arm, blinking against the veil of darkness. His heartbeat quickened as if it wanted to protest.

    “Kell ...”, Thrasher started. But then he sighed. “Fine”, he drawled. “I will call in a favour.”

    “They said they would pay for me. We could use that to ...”

    “Are you stupid?!”, Thrasher flared up in anger. “You can’t sell yourself to some slavers!”

    “I am just ...” Kell said.

    “Trust me, you don’t wanna do that.”

    “I am sorry”, Kell said quietly.

    Thrasher sighed. “You have to promise me not to tell anyone about tonight. Do you understand? Don’t even talk to me about it. The less you know the better”

    Kell didn’t answer. Darkness was embracing him. Hands started to turn him around.

    “I am going to get you back to your room.” Thrasher’s voice came through the veil of darkness. “But this doesn’t change anything between us. I still don’t like you.”

    Thank you for reading! @whumpzone @jo-doe-seeking-inspo @whump-cravings @tears-and-lilies @imagination1reality0 @suspicious-whumping-egg @i-can-even-burn-salad ​@siren-of-agony ​@villainsvictim ​(please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!)  

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    #whump writing #the merry whump of may #Trust me you don't wanna do that #bleeding#slavery#long-term captivity#drugging#drugged whumpee#emeto#vomiting #In which Kell accidentally falls into the box boy universe #:D#unsung heroes
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  • suvarnarekha
    14.05.2022 - 6 days ago

    छत्रपती संभाजी महाराज जयंतीच्या हार्दिक शुभेच्छा!

    (trans. happy chatrapati sambhaji maharaj jayanti)
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  • spiritache
    11.05.2022 - 1 week ago

    thank you s for making a banger playlist

    #patxt #unsung hero of the system
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  • carryonsimoncarryonbaz
    10.05.2022 - 1 week ago

    UNSUNG HEROES

    Thanks for the tag @bazzybelle
    post your three most under-appreciated bookmarks! fics you love that may be flying under the radar!

    1. Recapture The Magic by rainbowbaz

    This is an older fic and I’m honestly surprised it doesn’t have more hits. I know some people have read it but it you haven’t check it out!! It’s one of my early favorites and one I come back to again and again.

    Summary:

    “If you don’t meet your spouse at Watford, Penny says, you could end up alone – or going on singles tours of Magickal Britain."

    Ten years after Watford, Simon is lonely and magic-less, and ends up doing exactly what he vowed he would never do - going on a singles tour of Magickal Britain. The only problem is that out of all the mages in England, he's been matched with Baz Pitch, who seems just as moody, rude and annoyingly attractive as he used to be.

    2. Wings by @aristocratic-otter

    This is a post-Wayward Son fic that imagines the gang back at Watford after their return from America. It tenderly confronts the idea that Simon retains some residual magic, explores his Salisbury family connections, and gives such a lovely snapshot of this found family, and the depth of love between Simon and Baz. It’s a very healing fic. Canon divergent now that AWTWB is out but oh so worth the read. Just lovely.

    Summary:

    Simon may not have lost his magic after all.

    3. Written in the Scars by half_a_numpty

    Ok, full disclosure, I am so fond of reading domestic fluff and this totally hits the domestic fluff buttons, but it also is a very healing fic to read? It’s like an epilogue to AWTWB. It addresses some of their past Watford-era conflict and it features body worship and intimacy and just go read it! (Also, it’s this author’s first fic in the fandom and I’d like to see more from them.)

    Summary:

    A night at home a week after events of AWTWB. Simon and Baz in bed. An exploration of scars. Memories of their time at Watford. Confessions. Boys in love. Mostly fluff but a little hint of more. AWTWB spoilers.

    I’m sure everyone’s been tagged but just in case I’m tagging @midnightbluskies @fight-surrender @penpanoply @meenawrites @makedonsgriva @angelsfalling16 @otherworldsivelivedin @amphipodgirl @ladymac111 and anyone else who would like to add their under-appreciated favorites

    #unsung heroes#underappreciated#fic recs#simon snow#baz pitch#carry on#wayward son#snowbaz #any way the wind blows #simon snow series #tyrannus basilton grimm pitch #the Simon snow trilogy
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  • cutestkilla
    10.05.2022 - 1 week ago

    Unsung Heroes

    Behold, three fics from my bookmarks that deserve more love!

    Thanks for tagging me @you-remind-me-of-the-babe and @fatalfangirl. I love this game!

    It was really hard to narrow this down because I love every single fic in my bookmarks, so I went with three that I haven't seen anyone else rec yet today. All three of these have less than 100 kudos, which is absolutely criminal if you ask me.

    rob my grave by @creepyspice (T, complete)

    Simon killed Baz during the final battle at Watford, and when the veil opens 20 years later, he gets a visit from Baz's ghost. This fic is short, but it packs such a punch and gives so many details of what's happened to Simon in the past two decades, and in the most poetic way. Told from ghost!Baz's perspective, this fic is beautiful and it expresses both Simon's and Baz's regrets and longing so well. It hurts so good! Lovers of angst and MCD, this fic was made for you.

    never before has a boy wanted more by @wetheformidables (T, WIP - but ch 1 really does stand alone)

    When you read the summary for this fic, it sounds like it could be an upbeat story about Simon being really into Oliver! the musical. But it's actually a gorgeously rendered and poignant story that starts with a deep dive Simon's life in care before going off and being found by the Mage. Even though this is a WIP, chapter one really stands on its own as a rich and complete story that explores what life before Watford could have been like for Simon and features a cast of original characters from the boys home that I completely fell in love with. The setting is beautiful and the way Simon falls in love with the original cast recording of Oliver! broke my heart in the best way. Like, I literally had tears streaming down my face. A really great fic for those who just love Simon so much and sit around thinking about what it was like for him growing up as an orphan (like I do). Anyway, I'm obsessed with it and it deserves all the eyeballs and all the love.

    hold back the tide by @phoxphyre (M, WIP)

    A Regency era fic set on the high seas, where former Royal Navy lieutenant Simon Snow has become a pirate (after a mysterious incident of mutiny) and is being pursued by Baz, who has hated Simon since they first met in the Navy, and is now captain of his own ship. Yes, a PIRATE AU! It features amazing, detailed and engaging descriptions of the seafaring side of things (including an incredible naval chase), amazingly tension-filled flashbacks of Simon and Baz's history together in the navy and back on the ton in London, and everything lovers of historical fiction could possibly want in a Snowbaz fic. But wait, that's not all, it also has fantasy seamlessly woven in and one of my favourite Shepard's of all time (pirate!Simpard is in effect). Though it hasn't updated in a while, I know it's being actively worked on, and even if it never updates, the first two chapters are still worth reading because they're so well done.

    Tags for everyone above, as well as some more folks I haven't seen tagged in yet: @technetiumai @ivelovedhimthroughworse @ileadacharmedlife and @messofthejess. And of course anyone else who wants to play should share!

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  • fatalfangirl
    10.05.2022 - 1 week ago

    UNSUNG HEROES

    3 underappreciated fics from my bookmarks

    Thanks for tagging me @mostlymaudlin and @sillyunicorn! I love the idea behind this game and it was hard only picking three fics. All of these have under 100 kudos as well as less that 500 hits. Which blows my mind.

    fading west by @tea-brigade (Complete, SFW)

    I previously described fading west as "a fic that lingers in your chest" and I still feel this very strongly. It's a strangers-to-something more road trip fic that explores hurt/comfort in a way that connected with me. Simon and Baz are the strangers the other needs in a moment of grief and it's beautiful how they come together. Please read it. It will make you feel wonderful things.

    Button Man by @you-remind-me-of-the-babe (Complete, SFW-sih)

    Mafia AU!!!! With art!!!! Come on, people! There's espionage, intrigue, DANCING, and yes there is an ambiguous ending but it works. The way canon details are worked in is fascinating. Davy the unhinged family head, Simon and his struggles with being “only a weapon,” the Old Family prince himself Basilton Pitch. If you have enjoyed any of my COBB snippets, then you'll enjoy this fic.

    Love You Forever & Forever (love you with all my heart) by @johnwgrey (Complete, SFW)

    It's MCD, but at the end of a long, full life. I cried harder reading this fic than any other fic I have ever read. And I've been reading fic for decades. It's so beautiful and touching with a love story you expect from Simon and Baz. It made you sad that something good was ending, but you also are left satisfied knowing there was a life lived completely. Just honestly, so gorgeous.

    Tagging: everyone above plus @bookish-bogwitch, @cutestkilla, and @moodandmist

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  • urban-sith
    10.05.2022 - 1 week ago

    Unsung Heroes

    thank you @mostlymaudlin for tagging me! here are three of my bookmarked fics that i feel deserve some more recognition.

    The Chosen One Bakery by @facewithoutheart (T, 2k)

    The one where Basilton Grimm-Pitch visits The Chosen One Bakery and learns a harsh truth about his life.
    Day 28 of Carry On Countdown 2021.

    y'all. this fic is phenomenal. christina did a wonderful job of setting up the world in this, and even just looking at the bookmark today made my chest start tingling. simon runs a magic bakery, baz hates his magic baked goods, fic ensues. it is a delight!

    too far to see the end by @tea-brigade (T, 3k)

    It’s an auspicious night, the equinox—the veil is thin tonight, and I have been staying up late waiting for anyone who may care to visit. No one has, at least of the spectral variety. Whoever’s knocking at the door is no ghost, and I have half a mind to leave them on the stoop.
     
     
    But there’s something in the air, in my gut, a sense that something is about to change.
     
    And, as I sigh and leave the study and fling open the front door of Pitch Manor, it would seem that change has arrived in the form of Penelope Bunce.

    you can call me biased, i don't care. this fic fucking SLAPS. was it dedicated to me? yes, but that's unrelated, i would be obsessed with it regardless. baz kills simon in their final battle. grief fic grief fic grief fiiiiiic. but don't be fooled, dear reader - it brings you happiness at the end.

    If you wanna be my lover by @seducing-a-vampire (T, 1.6k)

    I wanna really, really, really wanna zigazig ah
     
    It's the week before graduation, and former roommates Simon and Baz run into each other at a particularly lively karaoke night. In between terrible renditions of "Brown-Eyed Girl" and "Mr. Brightside," they just might begin to realize what it is that they really really want.

    this fic was submitted for the anon fest, and oh my god. oh my god it is the sweetest. it makes my tummy turn into knots every time i read it, but in a good way. simon, baz, and company are about to graduate, and there is a karaoke night. shenanigans occur. you can imagine the song that gets sung.

    ---

    there were so many fics i could have done for this, but i stuck with less than 1000 hits. please give these fics some love, they deserve it. tagging the people i tagged above and also @starwarned @martsonmars @whatevertheweather and anyone else :)

    #unsung heroes#fics#snowbaz fics#carry on #THESE FICS ARE PHENOMENAL PLS LOVE THEM
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  • theresah331
    09.05.2022 - 1 week ago
    #Happy to say my RUSH TO DESTINY #the story of America's most unsung quintessential hero #Ned Beale #is coming in a beautiful hardback for your library.
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  • dont-touch-my-soup
    08.05.2022 - 1 week ago

    Rain, like tears, falls upon my hands

    @themerrywhumpofmay ​ Day 7: Comfort | Trembling

    CW: References to past captivity

    The rain had started in the middle of the night. Now Jinn was standing at the window, watching the drops flowing down the windowpane. He traced them with his index. He had often done the same back at the theatre.

    The sound of rain was calming in a way he couldn’t explain. It was like the water had its own music. As if it had a message for the whole world.

    “Are you okay?”, a voice on his right asked. Jinn flinched. He hadn’t heard her coming. He nodded without looking up. “I am fine, don’t worry”, he said.

    She didn’t push it but Jinn could feel the questions between them. He sighed. “It’s just … I forgot how it feels …”

    He wasn’t sure when he had felt rain on his skin the last time.

    “Why don’t you go in the garden and find out?”

    Jinn turned around. A warm smile was on her face.

    “I can go out?”

    For a moment she just looked at him. Her smile trembled for a second. When it was back it somehow looked sad. “Of course, you can”, she said gently. “You always can.”

    “But my clothes will get wet.”

    “Then you dry off after.”

    Jinn swallowed. It sounded so easy. Why did it feel so hard? He turned back to the window. Rain was pattering down on the grass outside.

    “Okay”, he whispered, his voice was shaking. He started for the door until he nearly ran.

    Jinn didn’t bother putting on a coat or shoes. His heart was beating wildly as he headed down the stairways. As soon as he opened the door leading to the garden, the rain got louder. The sound was vibrating somewhere in his stomach.

    For a moment he stood frozen, just listening to the thundering sound. The air was filled with an earthy smell, promising peace and safety. Wind was blowing through the doorway, whirling around his hair, tugging at his clothes as if it wanted to invite him to come outside, but Jinn hesitated. He knew he was allowed to go outside whenever he wanted, but after all this time at the theatre it was sometimes hard to believe.

    He took a deep breath. Then he carefully stepped outside. He shuddered as his bare foot met the cool grass, but nothing had ever felt better. He took another step and another until he could feel rain on his head, on his shoulders, his back.

    He spun around in a silly dance and despite everything he had lost, a laugh broke from him. Despite everything that had happened he was happy. He lifted his head skywards. Raindrops fell down his face mingling with his tears.

    Thank you for reading! @whumpzone @jo-doe-seeking-inspo @whump-cravings @tears-and-lilies @imagination1reality0 @suspicious-whumping-egg @i-can-even-burn-salad ​@siren-of-agony ​@villainsvictim ​(please let me know if you’d like to be added or removed!)    

    #whump writing#captivity #the merry whump of may #Relax#comfort#heavy comfort #a lot of comfort #some comfort before doom #short drabble #somewhen in the future #unsung heroes #Jinn will fly #references to past captivity
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  • radiofauxshow
    08.05.2022 - 1 week ago

    Radio Faux Show Volume 2, Number 18 (May 8, 2022): Better Late Than Never

    Radio Faux Show Volume 2, Number 18 (May 8, 2022): Better Late Than Never

    This Week’s Theme: Better Late Than Never As I mentioned last week, the next few Faux Shows are going to have a lot less content due to constraints on my time. The themes of the shows are going to be less complex for a while and require a lot less research. The shows are also going to be bi-weekly for a while, so the next show will drop on May 22. This week’s show is a collection of songs by…

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    #90s Hits #born to sing soul #Classic Rock Radio #cmj #I write the songs #let&039;s dance #Let&039;s take a trip around the world #New Wave #The Get Down #Unsung Heroes Of Rock And Roll
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  • marinacourage
    07.05.2022 - 1 week ago

    buzzcut: you know, I think I’m gonna become a couples therapist in the future

    mo: huh, why?

    buzzcut, looking at mo struggling to get away from he tian’s death grip: I feel there’s gonna be a strong demand for the professionals in the field

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  • thefact0rygirl
    05.05.2022 - 2 weeks ago

    Unpopular opinion

    I think Fives is overrated. People only like him out of sympathy for his admittedly tragic death.

    send me your unpopular opinion
    #*furiously typing an essay on why fives is an unsung hero* #vee answers#anon#ask game
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  • proveidence
    02.05.2022 - 2 weeks ago
    tag drop! some are still placeholders bc i’m bald and can’t think anymore (:
    #` ( MUSIC: THE BALLAD OF THE STRUGGLER / YOUR UNSUNG VOICE. ) #` ( MUSINGS: THE ECHOES THRUMMING FROM THE CAVITY OF YOUR CHEST. ) #` ( VERSE: PRE-A REALM REBORN || A HUSK LACKING PURPOSE / THE SON TOUCHED BY NHAAMA & ESTRANGED FROM AZIM. ) #` ( VERSE: A REALM REBORN || WRATH SEEPED IN THE BLEEDING HEART / THE STRUGGLER TURNED RELUCTANT HERO. ) #` ( VERSE: HEAVENSWARD || A BRITTLE SOUL NULLED & SWALLOWED INTO THE EARTH / IN THE WAKE OF YOUR FURY DON'T FORSAKE YOURSELF. ) #` ( VERSE: STORMBLOOD || THE STRUGGLE FOR FREEDOM & THE END OF YOUR BEGINNINGS / LOVE GLIMMERS FAINTLY WITHIN THE CAVITY OF YOUR CHEST. ) #` ( VERSE: POST-STORMBLOOD || YOUR WELCOME ACHE / A REFLECTION OF WARMTH & THE RECALL OF YOUR FROSTBITTEN STRUGGLE. ) #` ( VERSE: PRE-SHADOWBRINGERS || THE SCOURGE OF BRILLIANCE – LIGHT STAINING IN FRACTURES / CULL PATIENCE & WAIT FOR ANOTHER'S DESTINY. ) #` ( VERSE: SHADOWBRINGERS || A NEST IN THE LIGHT & FIRE / BURY YOUR MANTLE & SALVAGE HIS FRACTURING SOUL. ) #` ( VERSE: ENDWALKER || A HEART'S STEADY BEAT – THE SWELL OF SOUL-SUNG LOVE / YOUR FINAL STEPS & FINAL BREATHS. ) #` ( VERSE: POST-ENDWALKER || BEAST BLOOD YEARNING FOR YOUR BEATLESS HEART / THE STRUGGLER BOUND BY TWELVE CIRCLES OF HELLFIRE. ) #` ( VERSE: CRACK || I WANT YOU TO KNOW WHAT I DID – I DID. ) #` ( JAHLIQAI ORONIR || THE BLACKENED SUN BATHED IN MOONLIGHT / ECHOED ACHES WANING IN YOUR SOUL-BOUND HEART.  ) #` ( BUKUGAL KHABUDUGA || THE SWALLOWED MOON BURNED IN SUNLIGHT / BOUND & HALVED – THE REFLECTION OF YOUR SOUL. ) #` ( MIDGARDSORMR || THE BILLOWING SMOKE OF FLAMES IN THE SMOTHER OF YOUR FURY / BLOOD-CRIES THAT TWINE WITH YOUR VERY BEING. ) #g'raha tag. #zenos tag. #fandaniel tag. #aweri tag. #[the 5 billion characters in xiv can come later down the line man] #jelly/graha tag. #` ( JAHLIQAI/ZENOS || THE SLITHER DOWN THE BACK OF MY SPINE / IN THE VIOLENCE THAT DEFINES & REFINES US – WE'RE REBORN. [theswell] ) #[looking at these two ships next to each other is giving me whiplash] #jelly/aweri tag.
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  • goliathsrider
    30.04.2022 - 2 weeks ago

    Source:  ICanHasCheezburger.com

    created by:  Iron-Man01

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  • shivjoys
    29.04.2022 - 3 weeks ago

    She's having an existential crisis about her personal branding and I'm right in there to wheedle away!

    #unsung hero of succession s3 dialogue
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  • ufonaut
    26.04.2022 - 3 weeks ago

    going to sleep because i accidentally booked a very early slot for that comic book museum tomorrow but for the record jl #75 delivered on every front especially that of ollie having the death ive always dreamed of (doomsday took his toupee clean off & he died of embarrassment) so let us once again celebrate what's shaping up to be THE comic event

    #AND A MOMENT OF SILENCE FOR THE JLI. THE UNSUNG HEROES OF THIS BOOK #personal
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