years ago in days of old, when magic filled the air
Hm. I'm rather bad at this whole introductory business. Hello there?
I'm Tommy.
This journal will be for Inception fic, seeing as Arthur and Eames have completely overrun my mind. Seriously, I've never before been motivated enough to actually write stuff for a fandom. It is both terrifying and wonderful.
Concrit, feedback or even completely unrelated rambling about nothing in particular are more than welcome. I'm pretty chilled so, yeah, be as honest as you want.
Nothing will be locked, anon commenting is on, IP logging is turned off and I'm not averse to out-of-the-blue friending so no need to ask. I will probably friend you back so hopefully that's okay. However, I am by nature a hermit and rather socially awkward so tend to only emerge sporadically, mostly to post fic and then run away again.
Thanks for stopping by :)
Fics can also be found at AO3
sky-blue dreams and blood-orange ice cream (7/7), arthur/eames, mentions of cobb/mal, ~15 400 words, PG-13
overall warnings: initial underage, violence, mentions of war, minor character death
Arthur dreams in muted shades of black, white and silence. Eames dreams in vivid unrelenting technicolor, uninhibited by the limits of convention or plausibility. They meet in a dream, aged fifteen and eighteen, amidst white snow and black lamp posts.
shoot to thrill, play to kill (3/4), arthur/eames, WIP, M
(one, two, three, four)
warnings: alcohol abuse, minor character death
Eames only calls Arthur 'darling' when they dream, never in reality.
rainy days and mondays (1/1), arthur/eames, 2820 words, PG-13
kink meme prompt: Sometimes when Arthur gets really really mad, the only thing that can calm him down is Eames pulling him against his chest and holding him there. Naturally sometimes this can be a bit difficult, though usually when he has calmed down Arthur will melt back into him.
you crawled out of the sea, straight into my arms (2/2; reposted because somehow I managed to delete the entire original post. I'm so sorry.), arthur/eames, 6700 words, PG-13
warnings: character death (in a dream), trapped in limbo, near drowning
kink meme prompt: (paraphrased) Arthur takes a bullet for Ariadne and falls into limbo. Eames follows him down to find a multitude of Arthurs, a paradoxical fortress and a library filled with memories and regrets.
the loneliest man in town (1/1), arthur/eames, 540 words, M
kink meme prompt: Eames looks at him, his gaze inscrutable. After a long moment, he pushes himself away from the wall, flicks his still-burning cigarette to the ground and says a quick, 'fuck you, darling' as he brushes past Arthur.
lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones (2/2), arthur/eames, ~12 300 words, M
WARNINGS: prolonged chronic illness (pancreatic cancer) and eventual major character death, suffering
kink meme prompt (spoilers for ending): Arthur is terminally ill.
I'm Tommy.
This journal will be for Inception fic, seeing as Arthur and Eames have completely overrun my mind. Seriously, I've never before been motivated enough to actually write stuff for a fandom. It is both terrifying and wonderful.
Concrit, feedback or even completely unrelated rambling about nothing in particular are more than welcome. I'm pretty chilled so, yeah, be as honest as you want.
Nothing will be locked, anon commenting is on, IP logging is turned off and I'm not averse to out-of-the-blue friending so no need to ask. I will probably friend you back so hopefully that's okay. However, I am by nature a hermit and rather socially awkward so tend to only emerge sporadically, mostly to post fic and then run away again.
Thanks for stopping by :)
Fics can also be found at AO3
sky-blue dreams and blood-orange ice cream (7/7), arthur/eames, mentions of cobb/mal, ~15 400 words, PG-13
overall warnings: initial underage, violence, mentions of war, minor character death
Arthur dreams in muted shades of black, white and silence. Eames dreams in vivid unrelenting technicolor, uninhibited by the limits of convention or plausibility. They meet in a dream, aged fifteen and eighteen, amidst white snow and black lamp posts.
shoot to thrill, play to kill (3/4), arthur/eames, WIP, M
(one, two, three, four)
warnings: alcohol abuse, minor character death
Eames only calls Arthur 'darling' when they dream, never in reality.
rainy days and mondays (1/1), arthur/eames, 2820 words, PG-13
kink meme prompt: Sometimes when Arthur gets really really mad, the only thing that can calm him down is Eames pulling him against his chest and holding him there. Naturally sometimes this can be a bit difficult, though usually when he has calmed down Arthur will melt back into him.
you crawled out of the sea, straight into my arms (2/2; reposted because somehow I managed to delete the entire original post. I'm so sorry.), arthur/eames, 6700 words, PG-13
warnings: character death (in a dream), trapped in limbo, near drowning
kink meme prompt: (paraphrased) Arthur takes a bullet for Ariadne and falls into limbo. Eames follows him down to find a multitude of Arthurs, a paradoxical fortress and a library filled with memories and regrets.
the loneliest man in town (1/1), arthur/eames, 540 words, M
kink meme prompt: Eames looks at him, his gaze inscrutable. After a long moment, he pushes himself away from the wall, flicks his still-burning cigarette to the ground and says a quick, 'fuck you, darling' as he brushes past Arthur.
lights will guide you home, and ignite your bones (2/2), arthur/eames, ~12 300 words, M
WARNINGS: prolonged chronic illness (pancreatic cancer) and eventual major character death, suffering
kink meme prompt (spoilers for ending): Arthur is terminally ill.