LINKDING

Summary: You're the one I want to go through time with // A character study of Marcille's feelings about Falin and death. ➜ Dungeon Meshi fanvid, focused on Marcille's pov on Falin ➜ a gorgeous achy-sweet vid; slow but never tedious, and really brings out the emotions and the connection between these two ➜ Length: 2:30 ➜ Music: Time in a Bottle, by Jim Croce. No other audio mixed in.

Summary: <blockquote>It's been more than a week since Artemisia last got a letter from Marguerite.</blockquote> ➤ Artemisia/Marguerite fic for the book Vespertine, a post-canon adventure ➤ look I have a terrible memory and don't remember most of what happened in Vespertine but I DO remember I loved the book, and this felt like a great addition to it ➤ Artemisia stops getting letters from Marguerite and immediately knows it means something is wrong and goes after her ➤ investigating a creepy group of people with the help of her revenant! ➤ Marguerite isn't just a damsel waiting for rescue! ➤ I really enjoyed it ➤ 8k words in length

<blockquote>The first indication there was something peculiar happening in the Inner Palace came heralded by the news that Prince Jing had returned injured from exile in the northernmost battlefields of Da Liang and it was revealed that the Emperor had not only granted an audience with Concubine Jing, but consented to allowing her to tend to Prince Jing herself, heretofore unprecedented liberty.</blockquote>

<blockquote>When she came to the palace, the king had a wife. It's important to remember that. That when she came to the palace, the king was already wed.</blockquote> ➤ many good things about the fic but the last line was a crowning delight

<blockquote>She took the coffee-hot chocolate mix, grinned at the misshapen white marshmallow lump that Doris had fabricated for her coffee, and came to a stand next to the forward window to look out upon the expanse of Venusian clouds that roiled pleasingly in front of the blimp lab, aglow with the sunset that would deepen over the next few weeks. She used to stand here with Jorn, her husband. What was it now … six … seven months ago? He’d made it all of three weeks after Earth went silent, the poor emotional, beautiful wreck of a man, weeping nonstop for days.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"I'm so tired," Wei Ying complains, tossing his hand down instead of Going Fish for the sixteenth time this game alone. "I can't even remember who's said what and now I'm losing, like, the easiest card game in existence." He looks tired, too. The spaces under his eyes are sunken, a bruised purple under skin that looks thin and stretched-out to the touch. Fragile. He's looked exhausted for days now, but even when they're curled up on the couch together, Wei Ying's head in Jiang Yanli's lap, humming an unrecognizable tune softly as she strokes his hair, he doesn't sleep.</blockquote> ➤ wwx going to his sister for a safe place when he's in a bad place with depression

<blockquote>Shprintze, you nudnik, Before you ask again, I’ve gotten all your letters scolding me for not writing—and Esther and Sarah’s too. Well, I’m sorry about it, but with one thing and another, my cousin’s kid crying all the time on the one side of me and Gitl crying all the time on the other, I haven’t had two wits to rub together, let alone two words to put onto a page for you. Anyway, what’s the point of going on a visit only to spend all your time talking to the same people you’d talk to at home? But everything’s calm to the point of boredom now, so I can spare a little time to catch you up, and then you can share this letter around and catch up everybody else.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The immigrants need ceremonies, too.</blockquote> ➤ creating a new ceremony for the first immigrant to decide to join the Exodan fleet

<blockquote>“So you’re a chef,” the huntress said, after she’d saved the day, “and you’re out here to hunt and cook a dragon?” “Yes?” Kee picked leaves off her muddied pants, a futile gesture.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Etta Candy is on a mission, and Diana is just the woman to help her.</blockquote>

<blockquote>An intergalactic traveler and her small purple best friend, another intergalactic traveler and her small blue best friend, a spaceship crash, a missing cat, and a little bit of trouble. (Okay, a lot of trouble.)</blockquote>

➤ a woman tries to search for alternate universes where her daughter is happy

<blockquote>Nobody pays attention to a slump-backed brownish girl with droopy-lidded eyes. She's got all the genes that make her look Less Human, according to the Important powers that be.</blockquote> ➤ this story is incredible. Great narrative voice, great characters, worldbuilding, etc. Main character is autistic, and author is too.

<blockquote>Lieutenant Skaaiat Awer is in the middle of watching an entertainment when the news arrives.</blockquote> ➤ Skaaiat learns of the loss of Justice of Toren (and presumed death of Awn Elming)

<blockquote>“It doesn't need to be anything symbolic. Formal, but it's just—” “Land-use policies with the Gungans,” Eirtaé finished agreeably. “A new independent trade agreement with Alderaan,” Padmé finished at the same time.   / Or: Three potential diplomatic incidents, two Amidalas, one burst water main, and the biggest headache Eirtaé is ever likely to experience again.</blockquote> ➤ note to my future self if I reread: nothing goes wrong, they get through their various impersonations without being detected

<blockquote>When Princess Talia was fourteen, her eldest sister was placed in a tower. Princess Adina was eighteen by then, and so of a marriageable age. She had grown quite beautiful, though she was more willful than winsome, and she did not care for the notion of the tower very much at all. Their mother did her best to persuade her on the subject. After all, the queen herself had been eighteen when her own parents had sent her to live in that very same tower, to be safely tucked away until her husband could be chosen, and then ride out to claim her. A tradition going back ages and ages.</blockquote> ➤ Princesses in towers making their own ultimate choices about their fates, actively

<blockquote>Candace Montross’s eggs, like the eggs of a growing number of women around the world, are not haploid. They are diploid. Her eggs are fully capable of implanting in her womb and growing into a baby that shares every one of Candace’s genes, a perfect clone of her only biological parent. They weren’t always that way. Her gametes were altered after she was raped by a man in Houston who also had diploid gametes, and who also wasn’t born that way. They both, now, have GDS. Since diploid sperm are nonviable, Candace’s rapist is a sterile carrier of the disease, which renders all men who contract it sterile. But they can still transmit it to women, whose diploid eggs will put them at risk for pregnancy whenever they ovulate. Their genetically identical children will themselves be carriers, and will similarly begin auto-impregnating when they reach puberty. This is a new form of reproduction which crowds out the old, and only time will tell which method is more robust.</blockquote>

➤ does what it says on the tin. rule 63 Anakin and Obi-Wan end up in our universe and meet Luke, Leia, and Han. ➤ incomplete thought experiment sort of thing, but what exists is GREAT ➤ (I'm really unsure whether to tag this gen or femslash so I guess I'll go with both?)

➤ Five Advents for the woman who becomes Lady Capulet (mostly gen, with a hint of f/f).

<blockquote>Anthropomorphism to Zeugma; the history of a city.</blockquote> also at https://archiveofourown.org/works/258436