#fotw

He is a creation of my own design, a creature indeed.

I added a worm on a string to his stuffing so he rattles when shaken

Long before the world knew of names and sciences, there were the Ancients. The Ancients, beings of immersive powers and greater knowledge, placed their chips on the metaphorical tables, testing the new world.

Among them was Earth, ruler of the lands and grassy plans, everything the beings walked upon her domain. She had ruled since she had been created, always watching her creatures and leading them with a gentle, yet firm, hand.

On her right was the Sky, his might and valor known through the cosmos, as he had saved the Earth when they first spawned, although how he had done so was unclear to all but them. They coupled, and were inseparable, even with the great distance between them.

On her left was Vast, the being that hovered outside of her world and Sky's domain, a black abyss of pinpricks of light. Stars, Vast dubbed them, for they shimmered and shone, each blessed with a name only Vast seemed to know.

Across from her was Air, who tended to play messenger between herself and Sky often. Wind was at her command, a simple breath and the world was ravaged in twisters and cyclones, her power fearful. It was also delightful, cool breezes and gentle gusts reminding the world of the calmness of Air.

Beside Air was the fifth and final Ancient, that of the under. They had no name, and never claimed to want one for themself. They only wished to command the souls of the once-living beings of the world, and the multitude of horrors that lay dormant under Earth's land. No one was brave enough to say no.

Together, they created. Together, they raized. Together, they formed anew. Among them, a new generation grew and prospered on the land of Earth, controlling their powers and helping the mortals Earth called her own. 

Yet Vast was alone with the stars, and in pain from constantly over-expanding to compensate for the sheer amount of domain he held. He could not continue on such a destructive path, lest Vast be no more.

Worried, the Earth Mother spoke of her plan to assist Vast, to help him. The rest of the Ancients believed it to be a sound plan, an idea to save Vast. Abruptly, Vast stood, shaking his head at the council of Ancients. He left them, his last words ringing in the chamber.

Book: Open Heart (post series)

Pairing: Casey Ramsey, Aurora Emery

Word count: 835

Category: fluff

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Summary: Aurora and Casey receive news that the book they want to write together has been approved for publishing.

Disclaimer: Characters belong to Pixelberry

Authors note: Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge Prompt will appear in bold. Prompt used is Good news.

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March 2039.

Since their residency ended in 2021 Dr Casey Ramsey and Dr Aurora Emery had being kicking all sorts of career goals. Casey was still the head of Diagnostics and the Naveen Banerji clinic and Aurora was the head of the Delores Hudson family and sexual health clinic that was located in one of the more disadvantaged areas of Boston. There were many times where both clinics joined forces with various health initiatives to get better health outcomes, not only for those who were disadvantaged economically but for those who were people of colour, those who identified as lgbtqi and other minorities who were misrepresented in low health outcomes.

Welcome to the Fourth installment of Fanfic of the Week, a somewhat weekly series where I talk about a fic I've read and why I adore it!

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Rating: Teen

Author’s Summary: The youngest in Kakariko knows not to go near the fairy rings or follow the lights, but Malon didn’t grow up in Kakariko. She grew up on rolling plains dotted with marigolds, and the flowers remind her of home, so she bends down to pick some up.

"What are you doing, Miss...?" someone asks.

In other words, Malon meets a fae in the woods

Content Warnings: None so far, I think, but it looks like it might get a little bit darker before it’s finished.

Word Count: ~10k - Work in Progress, updates frequently

My Notes: HHGHHMGGH I love this fic!

First off, I very rarely see fics that are focused on Malon and from her point of view, and honestly, I think that’s a crime. She deserves more love and attention. Thankfully, It seems that she’s getting that from Time and the rest of the chain.

The aspect of this fic that focuses on her relationship with Time is so gd cute. (He gave her his cloak!! The bracelet!! Please, I am drowning in the fluff.) Protective Time!!! The way Twilight knows to go get him after that confrontation at Malon's house! Anyways, petition for Time to rain righteous retribution on Kohga’s head. Or for Malon to punch him in the face again. That would work too!

Speaking of protective characters- the way the older teens were ready to throw down when they came to find the four younger ones in chapter two. And then they see Malon, and they just go “Okay, this is acceptable.” I can imagine the rest of the boys pestering Time about his new “friend” later. All of them playing matchmaker was so cute too. It’s like they went: “Okay, we have to help him, the old man has no game.”

Also, the chain being family! It’s not stated if they’re all adopted, or biologically his kids, or whatever. (Other than Wind and Hyrule, who were saved from the Summer courts.) But I like that. Because it doesn't matter. They are acknowledged as his kids either way. The others are literally just straight up called Time’s sons, and Malon recognizes them as such. (The part where she says “You’ve raised some fine sons.” When I tell you I was wailing)

I like that you made Wind and Hyrule younger, around 10-12ish, I think. Younger than people usually make them. I don’t know if there’s going to be a reason for that, but it’s a nice touch.

FUNFETTI!!! Hello handsome. I have seen you around before and always appreciated the artistry in your clones. May you find the tastiest floor trinkets