We Die Like Fen: Time Loop
The point of WDLF is to have fun, make friends, and make stuff. Think of it as almost more of a community writing challenge than an exchange--it's harnessing the power of deadlines and peer pressure to help you get it done.
You can approach We Die Like Fen however you’d like, so long as you follow the golden rules below:
1) Be 18 +
2) Do your best and trust that all other participants are doing the same
3) Narc to the mods on anyone you think might being doing 70-80% effort instead of 100%
(Open, Unmoderated, Gift Exchange Challenge)
Random works
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Self-Administered Resuscitation by telm_393 for lucymonster
Fandoms: The Librarians (TV 2014)
21 Aug 2021
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Ezekiel would say that, in the grand scheme of things, his life has actually improved since he got back from his little torture vacation.
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An Inkling of Identity by afterism for APgeeksout
Fandoms: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), Fallen London | Echo Bazaar
14 Aug 2021
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The heat of the false-summer clings like an ice-cream-sticky child, and all Sam wants is a bath.
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in the second age of saints by rosepetalfall for PersianPenName
Fandoms: Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars Original Trilogy
22 Aug 2021
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Bodhi’s old enough that he remembers, vaguely, when Jedha was its own country. Old enough to know what’s behind the dirty looks he gets when he comes home in his First Army uniform. As if he had any real choice. As if most everyone his age with functioning limbs and the ability to read Naboo script hadn’t been scooped up to become military fodder.
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Steve manages to track down Bucky, but Bucky's not in the mood to play nice.
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Grinning Yellows, Spinning Reds by wolfish_willow for 17 pansies (17pansies)
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
21 Aug 2021
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"Do you see him anywhere?" Nancy asked, her grip so tight on Jonathan's arm that he was beginning to worry about his circulation. He covered her hand with his own and she seemed to come back to herself, loosening her hold without letting go of him completely. Even behind a mask, her eyes were no less expressive than they always were. The nervous excitement—a feeling he was intimately familiar with himself—shone through. They glittered with the candlelight and he could easily find himself lost in them if they weren't preoccupied with something so important.