Cannot Wait - Blog Posts
The fact we got mh viktor spoilers from a fucking PONY
I'm shiting myself rn
upcoming projects
wasteland, baby!'s final chapters (in which taichi and yamato navigate the end of the world) are baking in the oven as we speak, but I also hope that by throwing the rest of this list into the world, y'all can hold my feet to the fire if I don't deliver:
over and over (becoming, become): mimi deals with the fallout when a long-held secret unleashes public mayhem after taichi stupidly opens his mouth on live television. or, how you never forget your first.
harrowed, hallowed (stone, stone): painting mfa student sora and engineering phd candidate yamato struggle to understand who they are, much less who they might be to each other.
something in the orange (tells me we're not done): after taichi, koushiro and yamato slowly learn how to become friends, only to unexpectedly become something more.
salted: after a scathing review, newly minted chef daisuke vows revenge on unbothered food critic takeru. but what's that they say, about the best laid plans?
butterflies in august: a tribute to the best little fandom corner, coming soon, I really, really promise.
love song from a dog (Clegan postwar, ch10 47k)
“My name is Gale, Gale Cleven.”
He says it firmly, as if he might be able to convince John not to travel down the path he was headed.
He’s got skinny shoulders that pull at his uniform awkwardly, a scattering of freckles across his tanned cheeks. He looked like the heroes from John’s stories. Fair-haired knights that rode white horses and donned golden armor. Who were good all the way through, honorable and kind and always got the girl in the end. He was all man, with a woman’s looks and a working man’s gruff. He was, to John, utterly fascinating.
John smiles at him, tosses an arm around his shoulder and lightens the weight of the limb when he feels the other man flinch just slightly, “Well, I’m sayin you look like a Buck.”
It’s a bit like pulling a girls pigtails. Gale sighs at him the same way, like he was more angry at not being angry than truly irritated. John finds he likes it just the same.
“You’re John Egan, right?”
“Call me Bucky.”
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