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Go read an old fic.

There’s such recency bias in fandom. As an author you post something, get a few reactions, and then it goes off into the bin. As a reader you check the tags, see what’s new, and move on. But a lot of old stuff is really good. It’s just sitting there, gathering dust, waiting for someone to take a peek.

So go on. Treat yourself.

Read an old fic.

Tobi is an albino caterpillar who loves mint.. starring critter!tobi, butterfree!hashi, and hawk?madara

Inspired by @slrsunfire’s garden and @wisiaden’s amazing fic in need of good food

Oh, this is hard. With over 500 WIPs, how can I choose?

Fuck - Coup de Grâce, my political timetravel WIP. There's just so much research I need to do, and I'm not sure how good I really am at the political stuff, so... This is going to take forever. Marry - My obsessions keep jumping around, but I do have a series of WIPs for LotR that is basically a time-loop with the same chars going through the same story in completely different ways, and... Yeah, maybe that one counts? Or the Naruto/Skyrim crossover? Or the MadaTobi BDSM fic? Or... Yeah, no, there's just too many to choose between. Sorry. Kill - Ugh, the OC isekaied as Zetsu fic. The idea was fun when I started, but... I just can't figure out where to go with it. It's stuck. Like a fly on glue-paper. Fluttering uselessly. Out of all my WIPs, that's the one I'm least likely to finish I think. Since I'm sure I'm late to the party, and all my writer friends probably have already gotten it, I'm not going to pass the torch, but anyone seeing this who feel compelled are free to grab it and run with it.

new ask game: fuck/marry/kill but it's for your WIPs

fuck - the story you just want to read instead of having to write it yourself

marry - the story you're obsessed with writing and never want to stop working on or thinking about

kill - the story you're most frustrated with and would rather just put in the trash (or maybe just on a high shelf somewhere so you can forget about it for a really long time)

Going to post this tiny bit before I go. From a conversation with the lovely @6miray6 about centers. Courtesy and much thanks to @keanblade for the center idea like always:

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“You’re my center,” Madara said, staring at Tobirama. His eyes caught the way his center looked at him…with fear. Tobirama stood, utterly tense, his katana raised and pointed at Madara. 

“What?”

“You—you’re my center,” Madara repeated again, numb, and unable to describe just what it meant. That when his eyes had met Tobirama’s, had looked into such gorgeous crimson, he was struck. Everything in him sang at having met the one that was for him and only him, but it was marred by the way Tobirama inched back from him. His center’s guard was up, and Madara could not mistake how Tobirama’s chakra skittered. At being faced with him.

And Madara was too aware of the way he loomed over Tobirama now, his own gunbai tilted down from his shock in meeting Tobirama. How they had only moments before been engaged in a fight, one that they had never engaged it before. No wonder why, even though Tobirama could not match him in strength, their dance was filled with a fluidity. 

“I—” Madara wetted his lips. He reached forward with one hand, but Tobirama fled.

He dimly heard Hashirama’s voice calling for a retreat, and Madara was left cold as he watched Tobirama go.

Tobirama's hair was still damp.

Short locks, darkened by water, raked backwards out of his face; his cheekbones looked almost as sharp as his eyes. The wire mesh and the sleeveless gi were back on, only missing a happuri.

Tension in his limbs, poised, ready to fly.

"So we agree that this is more of that divisive sabotage idiocy," Madara said slowly, watching him, watching the eyes he'd seen hazy with reluctant pleasure and the pristine skin that should have worn his bruises. It burned at the back of his brain, being unable to smell himself on the omega anymore, being unable to smell him. No scents, no marks, no proof, and for a brief, endless moment Madara saw himself walking up to the man and catching a fistful of his hair to pull sideways and digging his teeth right there, in the tendon of his exposed throat. Leaving -- a bruise.

But Senju Tobirama did not belong to him.

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no sex in this chapter! just lots and lots of squabbling. 10k of squabbling.

it took me almost a year to write this bitch. please love me. ;;