LINKDING

Summary: Ling Wen wakes up in Hua Cheng's bed. ➤ omg I am LIVING, someone wrote me so many words of ling wen fic wherein post-canon ling wen bodyswaps with xie lian ➤ the ling wen pov in this fic is sooooo good, her pragmatic approach to dealing with whatever happens in her life, her disinterest in attending to her emotions, her independence and unwillingness to rely on anyone who isn't her ➤ and seeing xie lian and hua cheng through ling wen's eyes is so good too!! ➤ there are so many fun character relationship dynamics, connected with a really fun premise, and I loved it all ➤ 8k words in length

"Explain your human," Luo Binghe snapped. ➤ svsss canon divergence au, focused on the dynamics between mbj and lbh, with background moshang and bingqiu ➤ I love mbj's pov omg. in his own head he's so straightforward! and just doesn't feel the need to explain himself most of the time ➤ mbj internally: alright sure I'm willing to be allies with this powerful young heavenly demon. mbj out loud to lbh: nothing ➤ also holy shit mbj's pov on sqh!!! ➤ and the way he judges lbh - powerful, smarter than he expected, less unlikeable than he initially thought, still very young. awwwww <3 such a different pov on him than we usually get. ➤ I loved the whole negotiation conversation with lbh talking about wishes ➤ and holy shit mbj's pov on sqh!!! like. he's not WRONG about sqh's ability to grant wishes! I adore this way of understanding sqh's whole deal ➤ I loved this line especially: "This meant that he could now wish for them to be allies, so things were going to be all right." mbj has figured out nice and early what he needs to figure out, and everything else is for lbh's benefit! ➤ and holy shit I just put it together in the process of writing this that mbj knows things will be alright because he can WISH for them to be allies, and no matter what goes down, sqh will make it happen!!!! god that's good ➤ 3k words in length ➤ sequel to The More You Don't Know

Summary: Laurence says, “It is wholly natural, anyway, with no women around.” ➤ delightful post-canon queer gen temeraire fic ➤ ft. Laurence & Tharkay friendship, and Laurence realising some things about himself ➤ I love how much fun Tharkay can have teasing Laurence, and how Laurence despite his excess englishness is still willing to engage with the conversation! ➤ 800 words in length

<blockquote>After the stresses of being Hutt Space's biggest holostar for a couple octaries, Blorbo the Hutt contemplates retiring to a quiet life of sarlacc bonsai. Set around the same time period as The Mandalorian.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Théo travels in time (mostly by accident), meets a new friend, has a one-night stand, goes to see a play. A fairly ordinary day in the life of a young Romantic poet, really.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Princess Ousmani had fallen asleep in her chains, from boredom. She woke to the weight of a dragon’s head resting uncomfortably on her stomach. One rough, scaly paw kneaded her left shoulder, pricking at her skin. Ousmani closed her eyes again. She did not believe in dragons, any more than in the afrits and djinns of her father’s homeland, or the water-demonesses of Mali, where her mother had been born. “It is a horse,” she told herself. “A large and very ugly horse.” Peering out under her long, dark lashes, she considered the dragon’s glittering snout, its gleaming, golden eyes. Its irises were formed like slits, as were the nostrils inches from her own, from which an occasional wisp of steam escaped.</blockquote>

<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>Sarah McBride Anderson is best known for her work as a suffragette and later as the Representative of Massachusetts' 5th Congressional District, where she served from 1925-1937 (the first woman to represent Massachusetts, and the seventh woman in the US House of Representatives). Less well known is her lifelong friendship with J.A. Pendleton, the celebrated novelist and Pulitzer Prize winner. The two women met at college, where they roomed together. Although the correspondence between the two women after their college years has been published, these letters (excerpted from Anderson's letters home to her family during their college years) have not, and provide a fascinating glimpse into their friendship.</blockquote>

<blockquote>People in our neighborhood are always saying what a pity it is that two such fine-looking people as my cousin Bluma and her husband have no children yet. I don’t see that they’re so fine-looking as all that. Still, I’ve often thought that if Bluma had a little bit more business of her own to worry about, she might have less time to waste getting into mine.</blockquote> ➤ It's the sequel to "Further Arguments in Support of Yudah Cohen’s Proposal to Bluma Zilberman"! Which has been sitting in my notes waiting for me to bookmark it for an unconscionable number of years! It's great! I lovvvvve the outside perspective on Yudah and Bluma, and Shaina's narration is a delight

<blockquote>"It is John Uskglass's magic that we do" if so, I want a refund.</blockquote> ➤ omg this is ridic and amazing and I love it and I cackled my way through it ➤ (futurefic about academics discussing the identity of the raven king plus the everlasting strangeite vs norrellite debate)

<blockquote>Alix Campbell is not particularly pleased to be on the list of staff for Earth's very first appearance at the Galactic Council.</blockquote> ➤ space bureaucracy! also, one of those stories where you can tell the author is familiar with the career in question, always a delight

<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>

<blockquote>Suradanna and the captain negotiate another life in Salamadan Port.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Computron feels no emotion towards the animated television show titled Hyperdimension Warp Record (超次元 ワープ レコード). After all, Computron does not have any emotion circuits installed, and is thus constitutionally incapable of experiencing “excitement,” “hatred,” or “frustration.” It is completely impossible for Computron to experience emotions such as “excitement about the seventh episode of HyperWarp,” “hatred of the anime’s short episode length” or “frustration that Friday is so far away.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>The entire hockey team falters, faced by Katsuki's dark eyes shaded by his inky eyelashes. It's very effective. Mila's going to find out what mascara he uses. "Did - did someone pull a prank on you?" says Katsuki. His Russian isn't terrible, but between his soft voice and his frankly adorable accent, half-American and half-Japanese, he sounds like a little lost lamb.</blockquote>

<blockquote>He's shivering as he emerges from the pod. No surprise, he was frozen for like a billion years. I do all the stuff on the script, all the "Fear Not! You are a welcomed citizen of our Utopia!" stuff while I'm toweling him off. Apparently he's about as good as I am with awkward silence 'cause it's not three seconds before he starts making small talk. "So, how'd you get to be a. . ." He waves his hand. "A Tour Guide To The Future?!" "Yeah." The guy smiles gratefully at me. "I imagine you had a lot of training. . . ?" "None whatsoever!" I chirp. He looks confused. "Allocator chose me because I incidentally have the exact skills and qualifications necessary for this task, and because I had one of the highest enthusiasm scores!"</blockquote> ➤ this story is weird and incredible and I was very surprised to be having feelings by the end given how much I was giggling through most of the story. I love it.

<blockquote>Imperial Sanitation Specialist Yaran Avoset discovers a jam in Death Star garbage compactor 3263827. His superior is not amused. Fortunately, a resourceful man can go far in the Imperial Navy. Or, how the Death Star got dianogas. Words by Carmarthen, art by motetus.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The Regal Copper Laurentius accidentally acquires a captain, Tharkay spectates, Temeraire is Not Actually an Orphan, and no one really knows who's leading France. Someone should probably get on that, considering England is at war with the place.</blockquote> ➤ AMAZING. An au in which all the humans are dragons and all the dragons are humans.

<blockquote>The diary of one of the Ancients responsible for designing the original Stargates is discovered. Some things that were previously thought to be fundamental features of wormhole physics turn out not to be. A comedy about the importance of software testing and mass-extinction.</blockquote>

<blockquote>– This fic was brought to you by wondering 1) what exactly does the Empire/First Order have against safety railings, and 2) why do stormtroopers carry grappling hooks, anyway? I still have no idea about 1, but the solution to 2 suggested itself, really.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Maria's personal notes from the production of DIEFENBAKER! A Canadian Musical, by Darren Nichols and Richard Smith-Jones.</blockquote> ➤ the worst part is that now I have a terrible desire to see this musical, omg

<blockquote>"I am forced to admit," said Lucilla Marjoribanks, holding the magical sword firmly with both hands, "that this is somewhat removed from my sphere of expertise."</blockquote> ➤ Best fic idea, best crossover idea, WHAT A GOOD. The one where Lucilla incites a confrontation with the fairies who have been running roughshod over her neighbourhood.

<blockquote>"A man who cannot get to heaven in a green coat, will not find his way thither the sooner in a grey one." —Dr. Samuel Johnson Or: A very important fic about Childermass fighting with Drawlight and Lascelles over what waistcoat Mr. Norrell should wear to the ball.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In Which Cosette Fauchelevent allows her kitchen to be annexed by a group of rag-tag freedom fighters; or: How To Tell Les Amis Apart From A Very Long Way Away</blockquote>

<blockquote>Aleksa thinks it's about time she met this hypothetical boyfriend of Jupiter's. (Aleksa's maybe at least a little bit more prepared for this meeting than Jupiter probably thinks.)</blockquote> ➤ wip through ch7 as of last checking

<blockquote>It was midnight, and Samuel Vimes, Commander of the City Watch, was not comfortable on the Chalk.</blockquote> ➤ utterly perfect and delightful

<blockquote>Against expectations, Damen and Auguste become best bros and help each other discover their dreams.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The screen blipped and the person reappeared, now clutching a large Ragdoll cat who was purring even as the human muffled another scream in it's fur. "Omigod. Omigod. I'm calm. I'm calm. GUYS. So you remember how I said I hoped you'd send in reaction vids to the hairstyle tutorials? I think Captain America just sent me one, oh my fucking God." They squeezed the cat tightly enough that it let out a mildly protesting squeak. "OH GOD, Roadkill, I'm so sorry, Mommy's so excited right now." They let go of the cat and it sort of flowed into a puddle between them and the camera. "Okay. Okay. Roll video." Sam paused the video long enough to break out the ginger ale and vodka.</blockquote> ➤ Oh my god this is a thing of beauty and wonder and delight forever

<blockquote>a daddy!Comebferre AU based on this drawing by SimplyIrenic. Since the barricades are, as tenlittlebullets once described it, Victor Hugo’s what-if-1832-was-1848 AU, we’re going to go with that. GUESS WHAT LOUIS-PHILIPPE YOUR REIGN ENDED AFTER ONLY TWO YEARS I’m sure this comes as a surprise to many 19th century historians. (Also I am not saying that Louis-Philippe’s reign kept us from having steampunk airships, but I am implying it.) </blockquote>

<blockquote>Kamala Khan meets America Chavez. Adorable teenage superhero hijinx and flirting ensue.</blockquote>