Drunk ourselves into the blue
Being entirely unable to sleep, I wrote a fill for Hold Me: A Comfort Fest: "The Dead, the Wide-Eyed and the Legless." Too much of the rest of this post was Tiny Wittgenstein, on account of being awake round the clock, and has been edited accordingly. I write fic on an average of once every year and change and had not written for Torchwood before. Either it takes place late in season two or I am ignoring the existence of the second-season finale; Owen is undead and Tosh is having a rough time in the aftermath of something I had to keep from turning into casefic. I can't believe "Mycology" is not an official tag on AO3.

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(I so totally sympathize on the insomnia. ugh)
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You can do art for the fest, too, just so you know.
(I so totally sympathize on the insomnia. ugh)
Thank you. I feel decoyed by having slept the previous nights of this week. I'm just in too much pain.
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Like mushrooms! Horrific alien ones in this case, but there must be other uses.
(I just like fungi very much.)
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Thank you! The show's own worldbuilding was often either "Cardiff" or *handwave*shrug*, but I cared very much and instantly about the characters, so if something had to come through in the fic, I am glad it was that.
(Leave kudos or cetrer on AO3? They are a meaningless metric, but nice for my self-esteem.)
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Well, I looked and you made it hit Ro5, so I added it to the (very long) NF waiting list, if they don't think it just ought to be synned somewhere or something anyway. There are Mushrooms, though, anyway.
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Cool! Thank you!
There are Mushrooms, though, anyway.
I did see that! It didn't seem quite accurate for alien fungi. I may be using my tags wrong.
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