#rieweyrs

build-a-fic: send me prompts (+ a ship if ur particular)

“do you trust me?” + drunkenness + a beach at low tide

(you left the pairing up to me so i picked loosier because i've had this idea based on an anecdote from hfmp rattling around my head for AGES lol. needless to say i was very thrilled to see this combo)

as part of sidgene's 12 days of ficmas :))

this is SUCH SUCH SUCH an incredible fic, go read it if you haven't already. it's one of my favourite fics for the pacific, and specifically loosier. this is one of THE fics that got me into loosier, and therefore i owe it and the author my life etc etc. the last time i did a playlist like this was for rie's absolutely incredible luztoye fic the morning sun, and that was over a year ago now lol. i've been meaning to get to this for a while, to hype up this fic and participate in this amazing little ficmas, but i hadn't found much time or motivation. however i really really really wanted to make sure that rie's incredible fics got the hype that they deserved. her leckie/hoosier is such such such wonderful work and i cannot overstate how much i love to read it. her grasp of characters is A+ and her use of settings in beautiful western aus like this one is chef's kiss. read this fic. please please pleaseee

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for this playlist i wanted to focus on country & western music, which is an incredibly broad subject lol. so you've got older music, newer music, country, western, a touch of bluegrass, etc etc in this little monster of a playlist.

WELL YESSSS RIE THE MORE THE MERRIER truly always happy to yap about my wips instead of writing them <3 feel free to send one billion more if you so desire

quick calligan thing maybe is something i did NOT get very far with, was just gonna be like a little day-by-day thing spanning a week or so depending on how carried away i got lol. turns out i didnt get carried away at all because i wrote exactly 81 words and got bored 💀

here are those 81 words. calamita is not in it

maybe i'll go back to it one day. i probably will. anyway

REVISED UNTIL I TASTED BONE oh goodness do i even have anything new done... we'll find out now i guess. okay well the answer was No BUT this motivated me to actually go and write some of it so here is a hot new snippet fresh off the stove (:

@deergravity you wanted this one also i believe ^

i'm taking this entire fic apart and putting it back together in a different and much longer order. like it's basically a different fic now LMAO so idk if i'm gonna post it separate from the original and keep that version up or what, idk. what are peoples suggestions what are the vibes what do we want?

AND FINALLYYYY the witch's oven ... i answered that one here (: i was goingggg to send you another snippet special just for you but then i realised i think i've genuinely sent you everything else i've written for this fic so far already LOL

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counting the vertebrae by @rieweyrs

band of brothers | luz/toye | post-war | 2k words | rated t

“I can’t go to the movies anymore.” Joe mutters. He’s holding onto George’s wrist. It seems fragile in his grip, bony and thin. He knows that he could completely close his fingers around it, if he wanted. He thumbs at George’s pulse and feels it speed up. “Why not?” George keeps combing through his hair with his other hand. His foot rests over the top of Joe’s calf. “You’re not there to talk through them.” Joe says, and feels almost annoyed about it. When George laughs, he can feel it, a gentle vibration in his throat. “I can’t listen to music without thinking about you.” He says, low and quiet, somber in a way he never is. “So we’re even.” (March of 1947. Toye turns twenty-eight. Luz is a sure thing. In a way, so is moving on.)

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wooo i have just enough published to do this and actually have to make a selection!! this is just the order in which they appear on my ao3:

1. straight from the bottle, twisted again

post-war sledgekie; i've talked about this fic way too much between yesterday and today but it's my most self-indulgent piece and i'm quite fond of it

2. he ain't heavy (he's my brother)

platonic babe & bill with a little outsider pov baberoe; wrote this for an exchange and i was really happy with how it turned out

3. formless in the fold

post-war hilldane; i like how tight the sections are here, it forced me to be very intentional with my prose in a way that worked out (i think) really well

4. sunshine all the while

post-war hilldane; my first time writing them so it's a little clunky maybe but i wrote this for me and idc i love some corny slice-of-life 😭

5. 'til the early morning light

it is! i'm Old!

taking these to the trademark office asap!!

this has earned you position as my most esteemed consigliere xx

He heard Frank shuffle around the room, cursing softly as he bumped into something, and then the rustling of sheets as he got into his bed. George continued to lie still as Frank shifted around, getting comfortable. After that, there was just Frank’s breathing to match his, and George was almost convinced he was finally asleep when he called out again, softly, “George?” George pressed his lips together and stayed silent. Frank sighed, and George heard the rustle of his sheets again as he turned over.