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awkwardterrier.bsky.social
In the space before sleep I was thinking about what a weird position Murtagh is in during the early part of S1 (kinda just hanging around, only there because of Jamie but still half accepted amongst the Mackenzies?) so I mulled a bit on that theme for this week's #Wednesday100
Wednesday 100: Second's Place It is different now, haunting Leoch without looking for glimpses of Ellen MacKenzie. He has tasks — fetching and carrying for his auntie, orders from Colum, the forthcoming rent party — but it feels like purposelessness. He is not too old, he knows, for marriage and some land, but the Murtagh who might have imagined those things for himself is gone: gone like Brian, like torch-bright Ellen and the bairns he'd watched her carry and love. Still, they've entrusted him Jamie to watch and walk beside, wandering too just now, yet open to new winds. He'll see where those winds carry them.
February 11, 2026 at 3:15 PM
awkwardterrier.bsky.social
A couple of angsty 20 year separation ideas came to mind but then scuttled away from that and returned to the safety of cozy fluffy family time instead for this week's #Wednesday100!
Wednesday 100: Growing Pains, Growing Joy Fergus reminds a drowsy Jamie that it's his razor he needs for shaving rather than the spoon from the breakfast tray (and tells everyone in the household that he'd have saved Milord from grievous injury had it been the other way around). Murtagh catches Claire dozing off during a feeding session, glaring so fiercely that she temporarily relinquishes custody for a nap. And yet, when Faith's snuffling cries break the midnight peace of their bedroom, both of her parents rise, and as dawn blesses her delicate features, they are still awake and watching, amazed that she is there and theirs.
February 4, 2026 at 3:23 PM
allonmardigrasday.bsky.social
Elliot wants to talk, Liv wants to... not talk. #eofic #Wednesday100
February 4, 2026 at 2:59 PM
awkwardterrier.bsky.social
I love the Jamie + Bree bonding period (shocked Pikachu dot gif) so we're headed there for this week's #Wednesday100!
Wednesday 100: Combinations "Did ye learn cookery as part of yer schooling?" Jamie asks, stoking the fire as Bree pours cornmeal into her bowl, considers, adds a touch more. "Yeah, some," she tells him, cracking an egg. "Though the things we made don't really translate — no measuring cups here, or Jello salads." (Sometimes his daughter is so far and foreign to him, every word confusing, although she has joined him here and now.) Turning, she asks, "How did you know I didn’t learn from Mama?" "Because I know where her talents lie," he says wryly, and she laughs, and becomes close and his.
January 28, 2026 at 3:20 PM
allonmardigrasday.bsky.social
#Wednesday100 #eofic
January 28, 2026 at 1:44 PM
awkwardterrier.bsky.social
Whipped this one up about five minutes ago because early S1 Jamie is interesting to me (and kinda not my favorite?) in his relative comfort regarding 18th century norms - thought I'd give that a little ponder for this week's #Wednesday100
Wednesday 100: The Change You Wish For an instant before going to collect Mistress Beauchamp (Claire, if he's being forward), he watches the lad run off, ear reddened. Jamie would have thought nothing of such a sight yesterday, nothing of the pain and shame, unquestioning of the necessity of punishment. He'd been the sort bold enough to have jerked himself free long before — or not stolen, or at least not gotten caught — and he knows that he'd still be thinking that way, unquestioning, but for this woman: Claire, who believes in a brighter, gentler world, and will lie and scheme and claw to see it achieved.
January 21, 2026 at 3:19 PM
benslersbutterfly.bsky.social
So anyway… #eo #eofic #wednesday100
Olivia rolls her eyes as she sees Elliot pull into the parking lot. "Really? I can take of myself, you know." He chuckles. "Oh I know. Want a ride though?" She scoffs but slides into the passenger seat and he grins at her. "Just like the old days." "Hm." She watches him as he drives, his eyes fixed on the road. "EI?" "Yeah?" "Do you ever wonder if things could have been different?" "What do you mean?" "Between us. If we... never mind, I'm being silly." He shrugs. "Liv. We can't change the past but things could be different now." He pulls up to her building and she smiles at him. "Thank you. For everything." "Liv wait." She looks at him and swallows. "I don't..." There's a part of her that wants to jump out of the car and run away but how long is she going to keep running from what she wants? So she decides to stay. Elliot leans in and she closes her eyes as their lips meet. The kiss is short and when she opens her eyes he smiles widely. "See? Things can be different." She smiles too. "Come up and stay for dinner?" "Yes, gladly."
January 21, 2026 at 7:23 AM
awkwardterrier.bsky.social
Back to back Laird's Room for this #Wednesday100, because the idea appeared that the Fraser kids would try to sneak a stray dog inside but it galaxy brained into this because why would they need to sneak in something so pedestrian when they already have dogs?
Wednesday 100: Clandestine Operations The Fraser children are already surrounded by farm dogs, barn cats, all manner of livestock - even several mules! Still, Claire is unsurprised to hear them attempting to sneak a spider past her surgery. "You must be quiet or we will be caught!" Fergus hisses, but Brianna is chattering that this is why she chose Figheadair as her pet - silent, barely noticeable if Kitty doesn't squeal! - while Willie, admiring the softness and “spotties,” wonders about Mam wanting the webs for “med'cines.” Claire consults her pocket watch (Jamie’s gift, for timing pulses). Three minutes, then she will…happen upon her young tricksters.
January 14, 2026 at 3:20 PM
benslersbutterfly.bsky.social
Idk what this is tbh #wednesday100 #eo (kinda) #eofic
Liv would love this. Kathy is sure she wasn't supposed to hear Elliot mutter to himself during their visit to the museum. Liv. Of course. They've moved all the way to Europe but apparently that wasn't far enough. She doesn't say anything in the moment but she takes notice and brings it up a few days later. "You still thinking about New York?", she asked him casually after dinner. "l... I mean yeah. I've lived there for a long time." "Anyone in particular you're thinking about?" "Kathy if this is about Liv then... "You still love her?" "I suppose so.'
January 7, 2026 at 9:30 PM
allonmardigrasday.bsky.social
A little #Wednesday100 #eofic inspired by the baseball scene at the end of the x-files episode The Unnatural.
January 7, 2026 at 8:33 PM
awkwardterrier.bsky.social
Pretty sure that I did a variation on this theme for #Wednesday100 some time back, but who even remembers?? Anyway, more "JC can make any activity sexy" for this time around!
Wednesday 100: Stitch in Time "You remember how many stitches in the round?" "Aye, fifteen." "Good lad, now keep it in yer head, or that second stocking'll be wider than you." Claire snorts softly, counting her own stitches, sitting with her back to them in the opposite corner of the parlor. "He could teach ye directly," Ian says, leaning over from his book, "rather than you overhearing the lessons." Claire shakes her head. "I know. But when we've tried, we get...distracted." Ian turns, watching Jamie reach around, gently adjusting his namesake's hold on the knitting needles. "Aye. Might be safer if I teach you.”
January 7, 2026 at 3:23 PM
benslersbutterfly.bsky.social
Don’t mind me #wednesday100 #eo #eofic
Elliot chuckles when he sees Olivia's name pop up on his phone display. "Liv?" "What the fuck Elliot? I just got out of this meeting. You didn't tell me I had a massive hickey on my neck?" "Well, you were kind of in a hurry this morning so... " "You knew I had a meeting!" "So what? It happens. " She groans. "Fin is having a field day with this too. I hate you!" "You love me and you know it." "You'd better make it up to me tonight." "Dinner is on me?" "It better be." She hangs up and he grins.
December 31, 2025 at 4:26 PM
awkwardterrier.bsky.social
This one has been floating around my (deranged) To Do document for a while now and I'd felt weird about it in terms of disability/chronic illness rep - particularly hard to explicate in 100 words 😂 - but I think I finally got it to a place where it felt okay to share for 2025's final #Wednesday100!
Wednesday 100: In Place Sometimes Jamie fears that the life he has to give isn’t right for Faith. Those slender fingers turn frigid every winter despite the mittens he makes. Claire's brow creases hearing her crackling breath when she comes in from doing chores. But Faith knows what she needs. When weather or outdoor work overwhelm her body, she moves to the kitchen or the surgery, telling or recording or dreaming stories when she needs rest, always maintaining her precious self. So he kisses her forehead, knowing she is made of Fraser steel and her mother's stubbornness, and this is just where she belongs.
December 31, 2025 at 3:31 PM
awkwardterrier.bsky.social
Watched the clip from 5x03 that @yoginikoo.bsky.social posted and I noticed that there were a lot of candles scattered about. Doylist explanation is probably to do with properly lighting the scene (see, sometimes they CAN do that!!) but I thought it could do with a Watsonian #Wednesday100 drabble
Wednesday 100: All the Lights In the Darkness She touches wick to flame, setting the candle on the table. Leaving scattered tapers alongside the fire is not, perhaps, the wisest decision considering the obituary, yet she's done it nightly now. There are logical excuses — the obituary specified Jamie's presence during the fire, so she is safe from burning with him away — but the truth is that she knows the feeling of returning to a cold, lightless house, and it had only been worse for him. Whenever Jamie returns to her, she wants him guided by brightness, enveloped in warmth even before she can envelop him in her arms.
December 24, 2025 at 3:29 PM
livviestabler.bsky.social
If you know what this is inspired by then picture Cuddy giving you a lil’ forehead kiss as a reward.

#eofic #wednesday100 #eo
A screenshot of text. The text reads: The first thing that Elliot hears isn’t the keys in the door, but the slightly heavier echo of heeled boots against the floors. He didn’t think Olivia was done with work already, she’d texted him just over an hour ago and said she’d be working late, so he’d had to do dinner with his kids and Noah without her. It’s not the worst thing in the world, he likes being with them and he’s proud his kids have welcomed Noah as a younger brother, but aside from them, him and Olivia have been keeping things quiet for as long as they can. “Liv…” Elliot meets her at the door, spotting the fire in her eyes, and he falters. “Fin knows.” She’s not angry, but she’s not pleased either, and Olivia steps further into the apartment so she can shut the door behind her. “Who did you tell?” Elliot scrubs a hand down the side of his face and glances to where almost all their kids, save Lizzie, are watching them. “Just the kids.” “I only told Carl.” Maureen offers, shrugging. Beside her, her younger sister swallows and blinks, a flash of nervousness in her gaze. “I told many many people.”
December 24, 2025 at 11:01 AM
benslersbutterfly.bsky.social
Merry Christmas everyone 💍
#wednesday100 #eo #eofic
"Liv?" She looks up from helping Noah set up his new phone and sees Elliot fidgeting with something nervously. "Yes?" She notices the Stabler children exchanging looks behind his back an frowns. "What's going on?" "I have something else for you? I heard you like small boxes." He pulls out the box. "What is... Elliot!" "Olivia, I want to spend the rest of my life with you so... will you marry me?" She stares at the ring in his hands for a moment and blinks. "'l... yes. Yes, I do." She hears everyone sigh in relief as he kisses her.
December 24, 2025 at 10:39 AM
allonmardigrasday.bsky.social
In just under the wire for this to still count as #wednesday100 lol
#eofic
December 18, 2025 at 4:28 AM
pixiedane.bsky.social
This paragraph is serendipitously 100 words so I’ve decided to post it. It’s the beginning of a holiday ficlet collection I’ll start posting soon.
#wednesday100 #eo #eofic
First of all, she had no right to be there. She left. She chose to leave. She chose not to tell him. He'd spent days looking for her at his six. Forgetting for some seconds every time and then being slammed with the truth like a punch to the gut. Every time. She had no right to pop into his periphery right when he'd resigned himself to the punishment, to the reality that everything that mattered was slipping away, and all he had left was a job that took more than it gave and harmed as much as it helped. lol
December 17, 2025 at 10:21 PM
awkwardterrier.bsky.social
Busy morning over here so I wanted to get these #Wednesday100 drabbles up for you all! This idea came to me while I was in a half dozing state on Saturday morning, so take that as you will 😂
Wednesday 100: In the Loops of Her Hair Murtagh thankfully leaves them for a long while, hours of skin and words bared. "I dinna ken that I'd seen your hair tied up before that maid's garb," Brian comments, fingers smoothing gently through her curls so she leans into his touch instead of pulling away, snapping that he's barely seen her at all. "My da never forced me," she explains, "and I've always felt most myself this way, even if it might no' be altogether practical or...proper." His quiet is unsettling, but then he kisses her. "Well, how could I want ye any other way but as yourself?" Wednesday 100: In the Loops of Her Hair (Loopy Hair remix) Murtagh thankfully leaves them for a long while, hours of skin and words bared. "I dinna ken that I'd seen your hair tied up before that maid's garb," Brian comments. "Well, I was imagined by creators in the twenty-first century," she explains. "They needed me to have...I suppose the concept of beach waves willna mean much to you, nor will no' like other girls and male-coded traits but feminine appearance, but perhaps ye might understand main character energy?" His quiet is unsettling, but then he kisses her. "Based on my choices, ye've always been the main character to me."
December 17, 2025 at 2:05 PM
benslersbutterfly.bsky.social
these fools need to admit their feelings I can’t take this (this is an excerpt from something I’m working on 👀)
#wednesday100 #eo #eofic
Elliot isn't entirely sure how this happened. It's become a bit of a habit for him to hang out at Liv's place for dinner. Some nights after dinner they'll watch a movie, some nights he lets Noah beat him at Mario Kart. They haven't talked about whatever this is between them but it's become a bit of a routine at this point. Tonight is no different aside from the fact that Liv frowns as he gets up to leave. "It is quite late. You could stay over?" "Uh..? No it's fine, I can take a cab. I don't want to... "You can sleep on the couch." Right. Of course. Elliot isn't sure what he expected or hoped for when she suggested he stay over but he isn't surprised. "Liv, it's fine, I can just... " "I think you should stay." Her voice is soft and he can't really resist her when she looks at him like that anyway so he sighs. "Fine." He wonders what this is all about now. They'll need to talk about whatever is going on between them at some point but not right now. "Are you sure?" She rolls her eyes. "Yes. It's no big deal, right?"
December 17, 2025 at 9:29 AM
allonmardigrasday.bsky.social
Who else has *Big Thoughts* while doing the dishes? #eofic #wednesday100
December 10, 2025 at 6:36 PM
rahleeyah.bsky.social
Eddie & Liv for #wednesday100 🩷
December 10, 2025 at 3:18 PM
awkwardterrier.bsky.social
Went to myself "hmmm, I haven't done a lot focused on season 3 for #Wednesday100, let's try it today" but then I remembered why 😬😬 Anyway, it's less cold here than it was yesterday, but that's where that element came from hashtag peek behind the curtain
Wednesday 100: The Trembling Need Claire called him a furnace, but there are nights in the cave where, even with the fire, his vision judders with his shaking and he wonders if he might slip away before morning, his body found as iced-over as his heart these last years. In those moments, he often prays, pure instinct: that she might be safe, but also that she might be warm, full, laughing. He remembers her burrowing reluctance on chilly mornings, and if he cannot be allowed to coax her to rising, he hopes with a force more than desire that there is something that can.
December 10, 2025 at 3:15 PM
regardsalxndra.bsky.social
Hey, happy #Wednesday100
“I've always come back to you,” he tells her quietly. She feels her lip curl slightly as she shakes her head, heart pounding, “No, not always.” The confusion is etched across his face. He reaches for her, “Olivia?” “No. You didn't always come back to me.” The truth of the statement takes a moment to sink in. He didn't come back, once. He fucked up; he had no idea. He wonders if she's going to eviscerate him, instead, she closes her eyes and shakes her head, allowing silence to fill the space for a few seconds. “But you do now.”
December 10, 2025 at 2:53 PM
benslersbutterfly.bsky.social
tw Lewis

I was thinking about how they would talk about what happened and well #eo #eofic #wednesday100
Elliot closes the case file and stares at the wall for a few seconds. He knew it was bad, he had gathered as much from the news reports at the time but Christ. He should have been there, he would have made sure that that asshole wouldn't get to Liv. Liv. He looks up to see her curled up at the far end of the couch. „Liv? Look at me?" He moves closer, not sure if he should touch her but she takes his hand and he wraps his arms around her. „Liv, I.. I'm so sorry I wasn't there.“
December 10, 2025 at 9:25 AM