LINKDING

Summary: <blockquote>When you were young, Mama sent you away from the land of the dead and told you not to look back. You remember the grey skirts they passed out at the border. Long lines like sinew, and waiting in them. The dark cavern sky of Asphodel. Sometimes the wind brought the honeyed scent of Elysian apples. But that is where heroes go, so you had to stay in line.</blockquote> ➤ about grief and loss; losing a parent young, and losing access to that parent's culture and language; and about holding on to what things you can ➤ the story isn't specific about exactly what happened in the disaster when the main character was a young child but the hints are enough to be pretty dark ➤ beautiful, longing, sharp and bittersweet ➤ second person pov ➤ 1k words in length

<blockquote>Hua Cheng dreams of a dark coffin.</blockquote> ➤ perfect remix of "this slumber that creeps to me"

<blockquote>In the three-layered coffin in Yong'An, Xie Lian dreams.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A triptych on the theme of half-belonging.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Wei Wuxian returns to Mo Manor to burn paper money for Mo Xuanyu. He meets Nie Huaisang there. How can you honor a dead man when you walk in his skin?</blockquote> ➤ augh (complimentary)

<blockquote>Lan Zhan likes him like this. Lan Zhan liked him before, too. With his core. Without it. Lan Zhan says the body he is doesn’t matter; it is only set dressing. The Wei Ying of him can play out across the trellis of any body’s bones. The Wei Ying of him is not in his hands or his mouth or his feet, it is in what he laughs at. It is in what he doesn’t laugh at. Wei Wuxian doesn’t know. Does he laugh at the same things? Would anyone be able to tell, if he didn’t? / OR: Wei Wuxian, and Mo Xuanyu.</blockquote> ➤ I feel like the ending paragraph doesn't match what the fic is doing, but if you ignore that bit it's super great! Gen about wwx's relationship with the body he's in

<blockquote>For Murna, it had been as if she expected to take up an ill-balanced blade that had once slipped and cut her, and found instead a bright and shining dirk that fit her hand as if made for it. Murna and Conory pick up the pieces, after the events of the book.</blockquote>

<blockquote>For some reason, Ali had assumed that Lawrence would be better with his English officers.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Written 12/10/18 for syrena_of_the_lake, in response to the prompt: Star Wars, any droid, misheard voice commands</blockquote>

<blockquote>Gregor carries her mother's vorfemme knife.</blockquote> ➤ trans Gregor who must remain closeted

<blockquote>Leia dreams of a beautiful woman with long curly hair. Sometimes, she's smiling brightly, and sometimes, she's sad, but Leia knows, deep in her heart, that this is her birth mother, and that she loves Leia very much.</blockquote>

<blockquote>A tale of the first Thief of Eddis, as told by the Queen Thief.</blockquote>

<blockquote>fine, here’s some bike fairy nonsense</blockquote>

<blockquote>Lien would like to return to her egg now.</blockquote> ➤ Lien's hatching and childhood

<blockquote>Sometimes people in the Resistance act like Finn grew up in a bacta tank. Or a trash compactor.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“What is taquitos,” she asks her house, carefully, in its tongue.</blockquote> ➤ this is SO GOOD

<blockquote>Menolly has a new life, the life she could never have dreamed of, but still Half-Circle won't leave her alone.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Every few months, Beata makes the 400 km trip from Reestkii to Niima Station to pick up any children orphaned or stranded with the scavengers. Every few months, one child refuses to leave.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In which what was meant to be a silly fic about Luke's farmboy water obsession turned into a story about grief, mourning, culture shock and friendship.</blockquote>

<blockquote>For a moment, Luke's half-amused at himself, for misunderstanding such a simple question, one that's asked all the time on the homesteads - who are your people, where are you from? / On Yavin Four, after the Death Star, before the battle, out of the ashes, Luke Skywalker becomes a Rebel pilot.</blockquote> ➤ Luke is asked about his next-of-kin

<blockquote>"It's so green here," Rey says, wonderingly, the first morning; the first sunrise. "And the clouds! There's just so much color." "Just wait until it's really spring," Luke says. "I know patience is tough at your age—" Without looking, he can feel her tense, irritation scratching at the back of her mind. She's spent her whole life waiting. "Or maybe that was just me," he adds, smiling. </blockquote>

<blockquote>"How'd you learn all this stuff, anyway?" Finn says. Rey says, "Hand me the conductive grease." Finn doesn't move; she snaps her fingers. "Come on, it's the blue tube, the one—" "Oh, yeah, I see." He slides it to her across the ship's floor. "So? How did—" "Like that," says Rey.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“The Force is with all my family,” Luke says. “But so is the dark side. It comes to us all easily, with great power.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Mark enjoys finding interesting solutions to everyday problems. Even if he doesn't really need to.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Instead of going to his father's funeral mass, Tybalt picks fights with Montagues.</blockquote>

<blockquote>For her twelfth birthday, Júlia received two gifts from her mother: a songbird and a dagger.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Five things that happen when you get stuck on Mars and have to be dramatically rescued. Or, Mark Watney meets pop culture.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Miriam was elbow-deep in the water purification system when Elisheva came running. "Abba says I have to but I don't want to!"</blockquote>

<blockquote>This isn’t Valhalla, though. Everywhere he looks are nameless green things and wild water and burning blue stars, but no chrome. No metal at all. No rigs or wagons or shiny warriors riding in glory. So this isn’t Valhalla. He’s glad.</blockquote>

➤ Puddleglum, post-Last Battle