I've been going through a bunch of my old fics, mostly the Wolf 359 ones, and it's been a great, nostalgic journey (punctuated by occasional "shit, that typo has been there for EIGHT YEARS"). I've written fanfiction for almost 25 years now, starting with truly awful Phantom of the Opera and Harry Potter stuff on ff.net, but it wasn't until about ten years ago that I started really posting stuff. 2015 was a really bad year, salvaged by my discovery of a newish audio drama called Wolf 359, and the podcast fandom here on Tumblr.

A decade on from that discovery, the show still holds a special place in my heart. For the joy of listening to the story unfold, for the characters (especially Eiffel) that are still so important to me, for the community that thrived here and gave me something when I didn't have much else. And for the amount of people it inspired to create - fan fiction, art, original projects, and community endeavors.

Here's my favorite things I wrote for the fandom:

1. Paperclips - It's silly, it's fluffy, it's Eiffel/Minkowski hurt/comfort, it makes me so happy.

2. Fairy Tale - Written during the run of the show before we had much info on Eiffel's backstory, my horrified joy at how close I got still resonates. Plus I like how the framing device intrudes on the story because it's Eiffel and he can't just say things.

3. Praise Unto - This is a weird one, and weirdly one of my favorite things I've ever written. I wrote it for a fandom challenge that involved restrictions like "no Eiffel," "can't be set on the Hephaestus," and "must involve the plant monster." These limitations, obviously, meant I had no choice but to create pseudo-religious plant monster scripture.

4. Blackout: A Choose-Your-Own Adventure Tale - This was such a fun exercise in planning! Trying to come up with multiple story beats that could diverge from the initial starting scene, keeping track of each branch, ensuring it had enough gory death to bear the CYOA name...

5. leave this star-crossed world behind - Lambert feelings. I love my dead sad son.

Todd knew Dirk well enough by now to recognize that his insistence that he was “perfectly fine” was a red flag on its own. Over the past few hours, Dirk had become progressively quieter, and slower. And (if Todd dared to admit it), decidedly pale. But each time Todd raised a brow or even outright asked if he was okay, Dirk would deflect with a wave of his hand and a big stupid smile. “Oh, please, Todd! I am perfectly functional! Even if I’m… slightly less dazzling than usual!”

By the time they’d gotten back to the apartment from the agency, Dirk was walking so heavily that Todd practically had to steer him toward the couch.

“Alright, that’s it.” Todd said, exasperated, as he watched Dirk slump into the cushions, the usual spark in his eyes dimming. “You’re sick, Dirk. Just admit it, okay? You’re not fooling anyone.”

Dirk raised his head as if to protest, but only managed a half-hearted cough. He blinked, looking betrayed by his own body. “I’m not sick, Todd! I’m simply… Recalibrating. Yes! Recalibrating my systems!”

“Oh, come on.” Todd muttered tiredly, pulling the blanket from the back of the couch and draping it over Dirk’s shoulders. “You look half-dead.”

As much as Todd found Dirk fascinating and adored him, he could be such an idiot sometime.

Dirk huffed indigentaly, which quickly turned into a coughing fit. Todd could see his resolve crumbling as he leaned back, looking (for once) like he didn’t have a witty (witty isn’t exactly the right word, stupid fits better) comeback.

That was all the confirmation Todd needed.

He disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a glass of water, setting it on the coffee table in front of Dirk. “Drink.” He instructed, tone brooking no argument. When Dirk reached for it weakly, Todd didn’t even comment about the way his hands were shaking, just watched to make sure he actually drank it.

Dirk took a sip, then scowled. “Todd, you don’t have to fuss over me. I’m actually quite capable of managing whatever minor cold I may have.”

“Minor cold?” Todd raised an eyebrow. “Dirk, you practically collapsed on the couch, That’s not a ‘minor cold.’ Just… Let me take care of you, okay?”

Dirk blinked, looking genuinely caught off guard. “You… want to take care of me?”

Todd rolled his eyes. “Yes, that’s what friends do, asshole. Now, stay put. I’ll find some medicine or something.”

Dirk grumbled something unintelligible under his breath, but he didn’t protest. Todd knew it was a rare thing for Dirk to admit weakness, even in the face of being visibly unwell, so he’d take the small victories as they came.

After a rummage through his medicine cabinet, he found some cold medicine and brought it back to Dirk, who wrinkled his nose at it like a child.

“Cold medicine is made with the singular purpose of tasting like… like an industrial-strength cleaner.” Dirk murmured.

“Yeah, But it’ll help, so suck it up.” Todd replied, shaking his head.

Dirk scrunched his nose but swallowed it down, grimacing as he did.

“Is this really necessary?”

“Absolutely.” Todd replied, fighting back a smile. Dirk’s usual bravado was tempered by an almost childlike reluctance in the face of the medicine, and Todd found himself strangely touched by it.

After a few minutes, Dirk’s head tipped back against the couch, eyes drooping. He looked oddly vulnerable, face flushed and hair slightly messy plastered against his forehead. Todd quietly grabbed a washcloth, dampened it, and placed it over Dirk’s burning forehead.

He didn’t protest this time, though his eyes fluttered open briefly, looking at Todd as if he was trying to understand this small kindness.

“Get some sleep, Dirk.” Todd said, his voice soft. “Just rest for a bit.”

Dirk seemed to relax at last, his body easing into the cushions. He opened his mouth, looking as though he wanted to say something, but the weight of exhaustion overtook him, and his eyes slipped shut. In the silence, his breathing evened out, and Todd felt a sense of relief settle over him. He settled in on the armchair next to the couch, ready to stay until he was needed again.

As the hours passed, Dirk would occasionally stir, murmuring snippets of half-formed sentences. Something about “Cosmic constellations” and “Harmonic patterns” that Todd didn’t bother to try and understand, he only chuckled, adjusting the blanket and keeping the washcloth cool when Dirk’s fever flared. In the soft, dim light of the room, Todd realized he didn’t mind taking on this role. Dirk had done plenty for him, saved him from his shitty life before. And now Todd was finally able to give him something back.

In the early hours of the morning, Dirk stirred again, eyes cracking open just enough to spot Todd half asleep on the armchair.

“Thank you, Todd.” He murmured, words barely audible but deniably heartfelt.

Todd woke up and gave him a dazed smile. “Don’t mention it, really.”

During the break between the main show and the More, Rhett had asked a crew member to move one of the air mattresses to their office.

When the applause dies down after the end of the More, Link manages to hold it together long enough to complete the remainder of his boss duties. They mostly consist of thanking people and ensuring that clean up is being done, so he manages. Finally, Rhett herds him toward their office and practically forces him to lay down.

"I don' wanna..." comes the half-hearted protest.

"We can't do anything 'til we both sober up. I'll be right here," Rhett says, watching him collapse on the mattress while he curls up on the couch.

For an hour, Link sleeps and Rhett dozes, eyes shooting open every time there's a hitch in Link’s breath to make sure he's not getting sick.

Rhett wakes fully to the feeling of someone lifting his feet to sit on the other end of the couch. Link had gotten up undetected and now rubs his hand up and down Rhett’s ankle. The bigger man turns to his back and stretches out.

"Another one in the books," he says.

"Mhm," Link hums, eyes closed and head leaned on the back of the couch. Rhett observes his best friend, who has removed all of the makeup and blood and returned to his natural state. He's still glasses-less, which Rhett has appreciated all night. The moonlight coming through the window highlights his face. He still looks a little bit like a vampire.

"Did I make a fool of myself?" Link asks.

Rhett tries not to hesitate too long as he decides what to say. "Maybe. But you didn't do anything wrong. You didn't do anything that wasn't expected or prepared for."

After a while, Link answers, "Okay."

"Hey," Rhett says, sitting up to show that he's serious. Link turns his head to focus on him. "I know we make your quirks into a bit, but at the end of the day, so many fans really love you no matter what you do. And all of them are going to watch Good Mythical Evening next year."

Link grins lopsidedly, running his tongue over his canine where the fake tooth had been all night. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." Rhett can't resist raising a hand to gently touch his cheek. "And you know what?"

"What?"

"I really love you."

“AND STAY OUT!” The door probably would’ve fallen off of its hinges if it was slammed any harder

The young dark haired man stood still for quite a while. It felt like hours had passed before he finally decided to start moving. ‘I love my mother. I love my mother. My mother is a very nice woman.’ He repeated over and over in his head.

It was getting harder to believe.

The man stopped in his tracks after walking quite a distance once he found a phone box. He inserted the money patiently waited.

‘Hey there, I’m not available right now but if it’s something important I’d appreciate you leaving a message!’

“Stupid bloody time difference.” He muttered under his breath as he waited for the beep “Hey , it’s me again. Sorry for calling you at this hour, I forgot about time differences. Look, I’m heading down the London and I’ll explain when I’m there. See you then.” He put down the phone and sighed “…ok, this is fine. You’ll be fine, you’ve been saving up for a plane ticket… but I can’t walk there.”

The man didn’t hate the train. Quite the opposite really. What he hated was the people on the train. Their constant chatter, their loudness, they way they just stare… it all made him wish he was dead.

He didn’t know how long he walked, but it was getting darker by the time he was actually able to see it.

The floor beneath him creaked as he stepped on it, almost like he was in a horror movie. ‘I’d prefer a horror movie right about now in all honesty.’ He thought. Nobody else was there but the a worker was stood at their post so the man asked for a ticket and was given one. And then, he finally let himself sit down.

‘…alright. Going off to London, sleeping on my best friends couch. Really living the dream here.’

He could feel himself eye roll with his own thoughts.

“Mrow!”

Hm?

A hissing sound.

He looked up but there was nothing.

And then he felt the bite

“OW- what the-“

As he moved his bitten hand away he looked at his side and froze. A cat. Why was he all that surprised? The sounds made sense considering. But reasons unexplainable, this cat intrigued him.

It’s fur was grey and scraggy but the most captivating thing about that cat was it’s eyes.

Purely yellow with black slits. They had a glow to them.

“…hello?” He muttered before laughing to himself slightly “God… I really have gone bloody mad, talking to a cat!” He sighed, glancing at the cat again. If it was just a cat, then why did it look as if it was listening? “You hungry?” He asked and didn’t wait for an answer. He passed the cat a bread crumb from the sandwich in his bag and smiled as the creature chewed away on it.

“I’m Morgan. Morgan Daes… do you have a name?” The man asked, looking at the cats neck. No collar… must’ve been a stray.

When the cat finished its food, Morgan couldn’t help but notice something in its face. It was as if the cat was grinning, and not a pleasant grin either. Like the Cheshire Cat but evil-er. It looked hungry for more.

He paused, then sighed “Here, have the whole sandwich. I’ll get a snack on the train.”

The cat was more than happy, devouring the meal in front of it. Morgan felt himself smile. He wasn’t the type of person to have such a simple creature as a favourite animal however he did have a certain soft spot for cats. He’d rather have one over a dog, so that probably says plenty.

It felt as if he only had to blink before the cat scurried off. He looked around slightly, the cats fur colour making it hard to see it in the dark.

But all he had to do was look forward to see where it was headed.

The cat was on the tracks. Did that rhyme? It felt like a rhyme. Wait, why was that the first thought in his head? Why does it matter why should he care why does he care why are the thoughts starting. His mind made up things that weren’t real. Were they real? One man can’t predict the future yet the image of what could happen to this cat disturbed him far too much.

“Sir-! Sir, please step back-“

Why was someone telling him to step back? Why, because he had moved of course. Not that he remembered but he had definitely moved.

The cat was still. Was it even real? It looked shocked.

“You should move kitty- move out the way-“

Morgan was one of those men who don’t take their own advice, even at times where he absolutely should.

The last thing he heard was a mix of yelling and horns and screeching. He felt light behind him, but to turn around? Why, that would be silly.

What if I posted a link to my cowboy fanfic would that be crazy or what haha?

First two chapters are done I'd really love to hear what people think about it! Yeehaw!

Day 1: Reverse AU - Reverse Nines Cosplay, Incomplete

Day 2: #sharingabed - Stay

Day 3: College AU - You can bet on it

Day 4: #proposal - Video edit to I can’t help falling in love with you

Day 5: Western AU - Western Gavin Cosplay

Day 6: #Amnesia - I remember (This is the fic shown in the showcase)

Day 7: Time Travel/Loop - If love is what you need, a solider I will be   

Day 8: #Dancing - I just wanna dance with you, Group Cosplay

Day 9: Mermaid AU -  I don't know why, but I trust you   

Day 10: #sickfic - Can androids even get sick?

Day 11: All Human AU - A chance to be free

Day 12: #5+1 - Sing with me

Day 13: Coffee shop AU - Coffees and books

Day 14: #enemiestolovers - Tin Can

Day 15: Soulmate AU - I like that your broken, broken like me

Day 16: Mafia AU - Nines and Gavin cosplay   

Day 17: #vacation - This is our lives on holiday

Day 18: Crossover - Logan!Nines

Day 19: #Bodyswap - It’s not you

Day 20: Vampire AU - Just enough time to find an escape route

Day 21: #Mutalpining -   Will you ask him?

Day 22: Pacific Rim AU - No matter the past

Day 23: #Fakedating - Dinner to find a serial killer

Day 24: Alternative ending - Corrupted Machine!Nines Cosplay pics, Videos

Day 25: #Roommates - And they were roommates

Day 26: Royalty AU - Maybe the future isn’t so bad

Day 27: #Whump - Do you know what's worth fighting for?

Day 28: Monster AU - Spider!Nines Cosplay

Day 29: #stuckinacloset -  Ok, so maybe I don't hate him.

Day 30: Jane Austen AU - Forever

Day 31: #touchstarved - Touch 

Final thoughts below:

Hello fellow rhinky mythical beasts! In my time zone, my Sunday afternoon is just starting, so I wanted to provide you with some recommendations for your Sunday procrastination reading.

First up are the four one-shots I've written since my return to the fandom:

Mine, All Mine (Rhett and Link having a spicy evening while on tour)

Whipped Cream Dream (Inspired by Link's recent whipped cream explosion)

Honeymoon Phonecall (Rhett and Link in their 20s discussing their honeymoons)

Oh Really? (Present day Rhett and Link discovering their feelings)

Here are a few of my older fics that are perfectly cozy for a Sunday afternoon:

Hot Spring -3 parts (Rhett and Link first meet while camping in the middle of nowhere)

The Contestant -Short Chaptered (Link rides and trains horses and Rhett is a judge AU)

Sing For Me, Blue Eyes -3 Parts (Rhett is a famous music artist and Link is a big fan)

Finally, since some of you may not have been around when I first published my three pride and joys:

Eight Months Before You Go -Chaptered (Be Warned: This one will break your heart. It is a terminal illness AU filled with fluff)

Hooked -Chaptered (Mob Boss Rhett and Hooker Link AU)

Deal With The Devil -Chaptered (I don't even know what to call this. DWTD!Link is evil and insane. He catches Rhett trying to steal something from him and Rhett is kinda really into his whole dark criminal mastermind thing. Very Explicit)

The night was cold and unforgiving, the rain pouring down in relentless sheets, turning the alley into a grave yard. The Doctor, his brown coat soaked and clinging to his body, stumbled forward, breath ragged. His hearts pounded wildly, like thunder, as he pushed past the scattered debris, his shoes splashing through the growing puddles of rainwater.

"Andy!" The Doctor's voice cracked, desperate and husky. His eyes scanned the darkness, searching frantically. It wasn’t supposed to end like this. Not like this.

Finally, through the haze of the downpour, the Doctor saw him.

Andy Davidson lay crumpled against the brick wall, his lifeless body slumped awkwardly, like a broken marionette whos strings had been cut. His once vibrant eyes were dull, his face pale and smeared with rain and blood. The scarlet pool beneath him was spreading, staining the wet ground in a grotesque pattern. A single gunshot had torn through his chest - a clean wound, precise and deadly. It had al lhappened so fast.

The Doctor fell to his knees beside Andy, hands trembling as he reached out to touch him. His fingertips ran over Andy’s face, brushing damp hair away from his forehead. The skin beneath his touch was already growing cold. Too cold.

"No… no, no, no!" The Doctor whispered, his voice barely holding together. His fingers pressed against the bullet wound, trying to stop the bleeding, but it was futile. Blood oozed through his hands, thick and warm, seeping through his skin and mingling with the rain. His hearts felt like they were tearing apart in his chest. "Stay with me, please. Andy, don't… don't leave me. Not like this."

He pulled Andy's limp body into his arms, cradling him close, the weight of the man he loved heavy and lifeless against him. There was blood everywhere now - on his hands, soaking into his clothes, staining the ground beneath them. It mixed with the rain, forming crimson rivers that ran along the cracks in the pavement.

The Doctor’s breath hitched as he looked down at Andy's face, memories flooding his mind. The quiet moments they had shared. The stolen kisses when no one was looking. Andy’s laugh, the way his eyes sparkled when they were alone together, watching dumb movies while cuddling on the couch. Now, all of that was gone. Snatched away by a single bullet.

He had faced death countless times. He had watched friends die, companions lost to time and space. But this. - this was different. This was Andy. His Andy. The man who had become more than just a fleeting moment in his long, chaotic life.

The Doctor’s voice cracked again, the words barely audible as the rain continued to fall. "I should’ve been faster… I should’ve protected you…" He pressed his forehead against Andy’s, his tears mixing with the rain. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

The alley was silent except for the steady rhythm of rain, the world oblivious to the raw, agonizing grief that tore through the Doctor. His hearts were breaking, each pulse a reminder of what he had lost, of what he could never get back.

He held Andy closer, refusing to let go, even though he knew it was over. Andy’s chest, once warm and alive, was still. His hands, the same ones that had held the Doctor so gently, now hung limply at his sides.

For the first time in a long while, the Doctor felt powerless. He was always the one with the answers, the one who saved the day. But this time… this time he couldn’t save the person who mattered most.

"I love you" the Doctor whispered, his voice breaking completely now. The words tasted bitter on his tongue, too late to matter. Too late to change anything.

The rain continued to fall as the Doctor sat there, alone in the alley, cradling the body of the man he had loved. Blood and water mixed together, washing away everything but the unbearable pain of loss.