Rosie's Tagbacks
Per 2026, fics convened specifically to preserve and commemorate other fics in greater deserved detail than the rec list can do. Otherwise, special and specific line-pullers - I used to hit the inspiration button. 68,105 / 34
We write so many stories. We only know one ending.
Is it messy, formulaic or problematic? What it is is maddeningly self-stable.
Thirteen prides herself on being someone who is impossible to have a conversation with - when she wants to be.
Spending time with House makes her want to do a little work on the flip side.
Spending time with House makes her want to do a little work on the flip side.
I love you more this way, he said. They both hated compromise. It had to be true, didn't it?
Na'el does feel herself strong enough to handle anything she can change - any scenario where her actions will truly take effect, and shake the heavens.
Minoth's never been an animal person. What could ever change that?
And who is he that should count sour fruit as a gain?
There isn't really a culture around that, thought Nia. At least, not to her knowledge.
Minoth always struggles to feel at home.
Addam can protect Hugo from things he'd never dreamed of.
Or something, something, something like that...
flora ass fic 2: cole
Does Dunban's heightened awareness come at a cost? Thanks, but no thanks.
Billy's a rare one, among his generation. Of course Minoth's always more or less known that.
Try as she might, Nia can't help but fret over this new...oh, don't call it a conquest. But she finds herself feeling quite triumphant, all the same.
The bell tolls, ever-beckoning, for those trapped in between.
The stream of consciousness runs dry, without free-flowing (conscious) thought.
try, try, as hard as you can
try, try, again and again
try, try, again and again
"He touches Jim just as casually as Jim does the universe."
Which is to say...
Which is to say...
Everything was going well. The performance was agreeable to all.
Fei reflects...again.
The answer, bluntly enough: absolutely nothing. Or absolutely everything. Take your pick.
There's a lot of things you learn, traveling the world for a year. And, then, there are a lot of things you don't.
Boys will be boys. Blades will be Blades. Aegises will be Aegises. Until they aren't.
Addam and Minoth never talk. They only talk over each other, around each other, through each other. But where are you, when I need you? I can't say I'm lost if you think me so found.
It was hard, at first, for Mythra to find a real confidante. And then Minoth showed up.
Just what the title says. Are your eyes not working, or something?
There were better things to do with hands than let them make you fester in your own fidgeting. Addam knew that firsthand.
Inexorable, and yet it's gone.
Across the street under the not-at-all-inconspicuous cover of an awning, Mythra's eyes near about rolled out of her head. "I can't watch this. I just can't do it."
It was quick to prepare the protein and set the base to boil, but then the actual dumpling-making took a little while. She had time, here this afternoon.