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[transryanguzman]

trick or treat 🎃

[halloween 2025]

“now, i was under the impression that last year you thought halloween was, and this is a direct quote, cringe.”

“last year it was cringe. this year i want to dress up and get free candy,” chris says.

“any particular reason why?”

“because it’s more fun with you and buck than it would have been in el paso. don’t be weird about it.”

“you hear that buck?” eddie calls into the kitchen, where buck is making dinner for eddie and chris. “we’re more fun than my parents.”

“i would really hope so.”

“nevermind. i changed my mind. you’re both annoying.” chris rolls his eyes.

“oh no. you’re not getting out of it now, kid.”

last year on halloween eddie’s life had been rapidly spinning more out of control every day. this year his son is back home, buck is his boyfriend (which is a whole insane story in and of itself) and eddie feels settled. it’s a strange feeling. he’s not sure he’s ever really felt settled in his entire life.

there’s a flight or fight instinct inside telling him not to get used to it. he’s trying to ignore that.

[cricketnationrise]

All 40 of the FIclet Fest 500 prompts in one place! Ratings from G all the way to E, featuring mostly RWRB, with a smattering of Check, Please! and Tortall ficlets as well.

Also I made a playlist of all the requested song/lyric vibes, so if that's your sort of thing its public!

[hivemuthur]

Hi!!!

Ok so I was making creme brulee the other day and had the thought that I wish I could give one to that fictional man because I bet he'd love it. Maybe something with someone who likes to bake and has a crush on Viktor, notices he forgets to eat but that he has a sweet tooth? She starts to leave him little treats whenever she makes something (and maybe starts to bake more often if she sees he likes them) Maybe a student who leaves them on his desk when they know he'll be teaching heimerdinger's class and thinks he doesn't notice who leaves them?

I keep getting caught up in the details in my head lol this is why I'm not a writer, anything you do with it will be perfect!! Thank you ❤️❤️❤️

Hi! I made you a little ficlet with Viktor being a sass :D Thank you for bearing with my shit from the beginning ❤️

V Time’s The Charm

viktorxgn!reader general, just fluff, also I know nothing about baking but I know a lot about eating sweets so I hope the descriptions are accurate :v

word count: 0,8K

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The first one is a simple cupcake, seemingly abandoned without much thought. But when Viktor’s stomach threatens to devour itself, he finally gives it a small nudge. Only then does he notice the tiny note beneath it, bearing nothing more than a single letter: V. Reasoning that encountering another person whose name starts with V is a problem for future-Viktor, he eats it—and it almost saves his life.

The second one is a shortbread biscuit. A simple, golden thing placed right beside his notes, delicate and crisp. This time, Viktor notices the note first. V. Again. He flips it between his fingers, but it holds no further clues—no flourish of a last name, no additional scribbles, just that single letter. His stomach, however, does not require such deductions. It demands sustenance. He bites down, and the rich, buttery crumble nearly makes him moan. If his mysterious benefactor wanted to poison him, he reasons, at least they would do so with quality.

The third is a fruit tart. Plump berries glisten atop smooth custard, encased in a delicate, flaky crust. It is placed just off to the side of his workspace, as if deliberately positioned to avoid interfering with his projects. Thoughtful. His fingers hover over the note before picking it up. V. A pattern, then. A deliberate effort. A slow smirk tugs at his lips. Heimerdinger mutters something about proper nutrition as he passes, but Viktor hardly hears him—he’s too busy savouring the burst of sweetness on his tongue.

The fourth is a cinnamon twist. Still warm. The scent alone is a distraction, curling into his senses, clinging to the air in his lab. Someone must have timed this perfectly. Viktor eyes the note—unchanged, predictable, a single V.—before tearing off a piece. Flaky layers yield under his teeth, soft and buttery with just the right kick of spice. He chews slowly, contemplative. Whoever they are, they know what they’re doing.

He nearly scolds himself for not picking up the scent earlier. Indulgence had overshadowed curiosity, he presumes, not without embarrassment. Viktor decides to capture his mysterious nutritionist—if only to say thank you. From the well of his memory, he pulls out the timestamps of when he’s found the treats waiting for him, triangulates the most likely entrance point, and, at some point, frowns at himself—he is putting far too much effort into this investigation.

It’s not very dignified, but once he gathers all the data, he hides behind the cabinet and waits. If he’s right, the drop time is somewhere between the next fifteen and thirty minutes.

His eyes go wide, and jaw slackens when, on the twenty-third minute, he sees you—carefully cracking the door open, looking around to make sure you remain unseen. A small plate rests in your hand, gift number five. He can’t help but smile at your quiet work as you set the plate on his desk and add your little note to it. At least now he’s certain there is no other V.

His smile lingers as he watches you place the plate down with the same care as always, the little note tucked neatly beside it. You straighten, casting one last glance around the lab to ensure your secret remains safe, and just as you turn to leave—

“I had no idea you bake.”

Your yelp shatters the quiet. You whirl around, clutching your chest as if to keep your heart from leaping out. “Janna’s tits, Viktor!” Your breath is uneven, eyes wide as you take in the man now leaning casually against the cabinet, his expression far too pleased with himself. “Have you been waiting for me?”

“It was only a matter of time before I caught my mysterious nutritionist,” he says, voice amused and eyes bright. He glances at the plate, then back at you. “And what have you brought me this time?”

Your mouth opens, then closes as you glance at the plate, as if momentarily forgetting. “Uh— crème brûlée.”

His brows lift in approval. “An excellent choice.” He steps closer, gaze flicking between you and the pastry as if weighing which one intrigues him more. “Tell me, do you make them just for me?”

You hesitate, then straighten your shoulders, attempting nonchalance. “I bake for myself too.”

“Mm.” He hums, clearly unconvinced. His fingers brush the edge of the plate as he picks up your note, turning it over between his fingers before tucking it neatly into his pocket. “Then I hope you will allow me to return the favour sometime.”

Your heartbeat is still settling, but Viktor’s eyes—sharp, knowing—are set on you in a way that makes your stomach flip. “…You bake?” “No,” he says quickly. “But I have other talents that you might… appreciate.”

[thebrothel]

Madame 😊

here's a pic for game 3 🙏

and I'd say slasher, nw or sd 🙏🖤

it screams early stepdad to me (reader being a menace) 😁 🩷. a ficlet from the madame...

fandango/tinder interlude

stepdad!Joel x f!reader

Joel was avoiding you, since you couldn't seem to keep your hands to yourself. You were dead set on making him fuck you and had moved from teasing him with your skimpy little outfits to sitting spread eagle on the kitchen counter to straddling him on your sofa. After Thanksgiving Day, he texted you to say he wanted space.

Then, your mom had to go out of town on an unexpected "business trip," and the very same day, you claimed the heat went out at your apartment. You were cheeky about it too.

He groaned at your suggestive text, then called your apartment complex to ask if there was an issue with the heating. No, they weren't aware of one. He called you out on your lie, and you said "come see for yourself." He wasn't falling for that, and he didn't respond at all.

He expected you to show up at the house at some point, probably with your tits hanging out. He fell asleep watching a movie and when he woke up, he had a new message from you "it's ok, my neighbor's heat is working. He has a 2 BR and doesn't have his kid this weekend so I'm just gonna crash there."

Joel abruptly sat up, put his glasses on, and looked at the timestamp. Received an hour ago. WELL FUCK. His ears burned with jealousy and his hands shook as he boiled over into a possessive rage while throwing on a shirt inside-out. He called you, and you didn't pick up. He got in his car and started driving that way. He imagined your neighbor--played by Jon Hamm in his head--giving you a sultry look, taking a glass of wine out of your hand and placing it out of the way, then tilting your chin toward him, and saying "hey you," with a sparkle in his eye.

Joel imagined busting in the door, apologizing to Mr. Hamm for your intrusion, then manhandling you to your feet and marching you back to your own unit in the building. That's where, for starters, he'd pull up your short skirt, and spank you hard enough to leave a mark for days.

He was jolted from his fantasy when he passed you on his way out of the neighborhood. You were headed to his house after all. His relief was short lived before he got irritated that it must have been a rouse. By the time he got back to the house he was drained from the emotional journey. He was ready to silently trudge back up the stairs and crawl in bed.... Only, he had a sneaking suspicion that's exactly where he'd find you.

He stopped in the kitchen for a glass of water and to calm down and muster all his restraint.

"hey," you startled him from the dark living room. You checked him out, ogling his pumped up muscles, his his inside out shirt, his messy hair, and the nice hard-on in his sweatpants.

You looked him up and down, then strode upstairs to your room and shut the door.

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Ty for playing, Milla. Love you 🫶✨

[yasmindifference]

hello, zuko yasmin here ♡

as some of you might have noticed, I haven't written anything since jaytim week 2023, which was quite a while ago! I want to get back in the swing of things but I gotta start small bc I'm rusty, you know?

so let me know if there's a particular fic you'd like one of the following for and I'll do my best to write you a little ficlet ♡

different pov

timestamp

prequel

sequel

[eternal-kosmo-ghoul]

✞ NAVIGATION

❥ now playing ❝the summoning❞ by sleep token—❤︎

… be sure to follow the main, @krysphycookiez … that’s how we communicate outside of this place, since we can’t submit asks or comments under this blog.

oh … call me kosmo, or kos if you prefer <3

i will serve as your guide from this point on… exert caution as you’re making your way through this ancient palace.

welcome to the church of sacred wonders, my lovelies. each door will lead you to a different path that’ll entrance you with poetic melodies and wonderful treasures that’ll leave you wanting more… be careful now, and enjoy your journey~

┅✦┅

➻ THE LIBRARY

a secret treasure trove filled with fantasies and wonders alike— surely you’ll find something that’ll suffice your taste. pick a book, any book! …. we have plenty to choose from :)

✩ MASTERLISTS ✩

➵ interested in victorian novels?

— masterlist for the papas

➵ interested in vampiric novels?

— masterlist for the nameless ghouls

➵ interested in vore novels?

— masterlist for sleep token

✩ SHORT LETTERS ✩

➵ kosmos ficlets

➵ recommendations

✩ CHAMBER OF TREASURES ✩

➵ erotic evenings (nsfw event, coming soon~)

➵ holiday hoes > christmas event

┅✦┅

➻ THE NAVE

where you’ll find the guide… he likes to stay around here. look into the thoughts of those around you… who knows what you’ll find? it may be interesting :)

✩ faq ✩

about the author

— some quick info to get to know your guide better. he’s going to be here to assist you after all~

about the blog

— coming soon

✩ tags ✩

#a guides mind

— quick thoughts and ramblings from your guide

#chatting with kos

— chats with your guide. he likes to talk, feel free to send an ask whenever, he’ll answer :)

#kos’ timestamps

— thoughts and hcs that your guide has about certain characters

#kos’ timestamps [nsfw]

— some naughty thoughts that your guide shares whenever he’s bored~

┅✦┅

➻ THE CONFESSIONAL

the devil doesn’t sleep, and so he’s always here… watching. confess your sins… you’re deepest and darkest desires. trust me, they’ll listen :)

request page

— tell them what you want. they’ll listen, they always do. but be sure to read the rules… trust me. you don’t want to break them.

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now with all of that in mind… enjoy your stay here…

…we love to treat our guests with love and care.

take care now ❤︎

…

— kosmo

[nextstopwonderland]

Prompts/dvd commentary

so everything I’ve written this year prob falls under the category of ‘personally some of fav/best work I’ve ever done’ yet at the same time it also prob falls into the category of ‘least amount of comments I’ve received’ . Irony 😆 Also I haven’t even looked at a kudos email in months so I basically have no idea if these things are flopping miserably 😅

Long story short: while I figure out my next tropey thing and avoid my wip I’d love to stay with these stories that have meant a lot to me — so if you’ve been enjoying any of the stuff I’ve been posting all year too, heres your chance to ask for timestamps, pre-sequel/sequel ficlets, character povs, dvd comm questions like “what were u thinking when u wrote x” scene etc.

All stories linked here

(I’m more likely to give u something from the Dec 2024 and on flurry of posting but if you’re craving an oldie u can try to shoot ur shot)

I believe anons are back on too

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

WIP title ask meme

Prompt: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

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I was poked to do this months ago, twice at least - once by @docholligay and I think the second was @jeejyboard, but I can't find the tag for the life of me. SORRY. I felt like doing something a bit more meta today re:writing and post about The Process, and this was a perfect excuse - thanks for thinking of me. So here's some actual effort! I went and dug deep, trawled through some really old stuff, which was fun. I write and scribble down way, way more than I actually polish and post (which I assume is probably normal, but who knows). 

General info, for whoever is interested: I mostly use Google Docs with offline backups for fic writing, as I shift between computers a ton, and I put fandom tags at the start of my filenames for organisation. I have a ton of prompt/meme/ask/event collection files - for example, the very latest: "[BG3, STRAHD, SM] Fic Prompts 2024". In these I jot down both the prompts people send or that are listed and the ideas/outlines/notes for each, then when I really get going with a certain fic I spin it off into a separate document. 

I hate coming up with titles and usually do that last, so most of my document names are silly references for my own amusement or just a boring old brief description of the main concept. For instance, my latest posted fic Cerimonia Compedum was for most of its WIP-hood known simply as "[BG3] Tadpoled Isobel". Sometimes I keep different versions/revisions/parts of the same WIP in different files, and if that's the case I've grouped them here. Note that for simplicity's sake this post includes my "solo" fic only, no collabs or coauthored stuff, of which there is also a bunch. 

Some of these are ancient and hit me in the face with "12 years ago" timestamps. Some ficlets will never make it out of the mixed prompt plot bunny dumping grounds into their own doc. I think Sailor Moon 10-ish years ago was the one outlier fandom where I actually wrote most of my concepts out fully and posted them. The ol' brain is currently overproducing stuff for the more recent BG3 flavoured moon lesbians (and no, that ship name will never stop throwing my HaruMichi-loving ass for a loop). Note that some of the SU WIPs on the list I've already posted about here, here, here, and here.

Obviously all of these vary wildly in terms of completion level, word count, refinement, and age (and capitalisation, apparently). So yeah, here's the list, roughly sorted by fandom - ask away, if you feel like it!

[BG3] Moon-chosen, Moon-guided | Moon-chosen, Moon-guided - Part III [BG3] Cerimonia Alārum | ISOBEL TO THE RESCUE AU [BG3] Tremulous Cadence followup | The Return of the Moon Daughter [BG3] Wizard Tower AU | Aylin & Rolan stuff [BG3] Karlach/Minthara Act 2 conclusion aka why are paladins Like That [BG3] I'm having something very strong indeed

[STRAHD] The d'Avenir Treatise verse tidbits [STRAHD] Road Trippin' [STRAHD] In-character notes & ficlets

[SU] eeEEeeeeEE BISMUTH | Bismuth ficlets | Like talking to a wall | Muse. Galatea. Suffering. [SU] SU Daemons HDM AU [SU] The Adolescence of Rose Quartz | But I don't think anyone turns into a car  [SU] Freedom To And Freedom From | Pearlrose Fixit | i love suffering!!! [SU] Forge Showdown AU [SU] Pearl Playing the Field TM | All I need in this life of sin is me and my pearlfriend [SU] The Grand Aventurine Heist (Not Really Grand And Only Slightly A Heist) | oh no who let Rose read the Scarlet Pimpernel

[SM] Future Vision blatantly ripped me off THANKS REBECCA | PUU fic [SM] Outers fall of SilMil | michific | The End is the Beginning is the End

[DS9] Kira fic bits

[TLOK] Five Times Kya Healed Lin and One Time She Couldn't | Kyalin fluff [TLOK] R.C. Noire | Lin BAMFong

[WATCHMEN] Silhouette fic bits

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That's it! I don't think I have a single person that I know writes fic left that hasn't already been tagged in this, so feel free to do it (again) if it strikes your fancy.

[thegingerwrites]

✨Ficlet: Old Fandoms Not Forgotten

This ficlet was directly inspired by this post about the rest of the galaxy finding out about the events of the OT via meme.

Frannell sets her mug of caf down on the counter too loudly. The clink of ceramic on stone rings in her ears and she knows her kids on the couch and her wife at the sink are looking at her now, to see what caused the commotion, but if Frannell could spare a single thought for any of them, she might be impressed that she is keeping herself together as well as she is.

Because the news—well, the meme staring up at her from her datapad is unbelievable. Her mind might as well be on fire, a hundred thousand thoughts screaming at her all at once that mostly amount to…well, screams.

It’s a picture of a man with a stupid, confused looking face staring somewhere past the camera. The caption reads: “Okay, was anybody going to tell me that Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader were the same person or was I supposed to read that in the New Republic Senate briefing myself?”

When Frannell closes her eyes, she sees the names Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader on the insides of her lids. Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader…are the same person? The Anakin Skywalker and The Darth Vader? Former Jedi Knight and General of the GAR, Anakin Skywalker, posterboy of her youth and Darth Vader, the Sith Lord scourge of all that is light and good? Her brain doesn’t want to hold the two beings in her mind at the same time let alone believe that they are the same person. And yet, even as she has the thought that this is far too insane to believe, the cogs in her brain are already at work piecing together how this could have happened.

He just disappeared when the Republic fell along with the rest of the Jedi. There is a chance he survived. I mean, sure, there were crazier people who thought they spotted him now and again. There’s always been a chance.

“Mom?”

Frannell blinks, realizes she has been staring into the still, brown surface of her caf on the counter with the intensity of a war veteran going through flashbacks. She blinks again and looks down at her daughter, Jeni, who has her backpack perched on her shoulders.

“Isn’t it time to walk to the bus stop?” Jeni asks.

Is it? Frannell looks at the time on her datapad and catches a brief glimpse of the meme again before scrolling, just slightly, away. Jeni is right. She has been staring off into the middle distance for the last twenty minutes and now it is time to take the kids to school. She has wasted the few minutes of free time she gets each day between waking up, taking the kids to school, and going to work. Lovely.

Frannell catches sight of her wife, Lara, and tries to communicate with her eyes that she is currently in the midst of a panic. Lara’s brow furrows in silent question, but she takes the hint.

“I’ll walk you two today,” Lara says, helping Jaxon put his shoes on. She takes Jeni’s hand as they reach the door. Before they leave, she gives Frannell one last troubled look and Frannell shakes her head. There is nothing she can say. She can’t put her thoughts into words just yet. The weight of this revelation is too much.

Absently, Frannell thinks that maybe she should have said something to Lara. After all, this news is of galactic importance and there is no way that Lara has heard about it yet. The timestamp on the meme is dated only a half hour ago. The Senate briefing came out in the small hours of morning on Chandrila and no one but the most diehard reporters has been able to comb through it just yet for important information. Ordinary citizens of the New Republic will have to wait to see how the proceedings will actually affect them.

But Frannell needs to sit with this news for a moment. Because she is not some ordinary galactic citizen—well, in most respects, she very much is. But when it comes to Anakin Skywalker, she is practically an expert, and this news just dropped a bomb onto her whole world.

She doesn’t have to search for her old username and password. A few years ago, she revived her account out of casual interest and a bit of curiosity, to see if anyone she knew still populated the message boards and blogs. It was kind of nice, a warm wave of nostalgia, to see that some were still active and others had taken their place, that despite the slower pace of things there were still people making gifs and edits, even writing fics. There isn’t much new content out there about the old Jedi—in fact the creation of it was somewhat illicit for the longest time, not strictly prohibited by Imperial ordinances but heavily monitored by loyalty officers and outright forbidden on several worlds—but there are still people out there, like her that are obsessed with the Jedi, with The Team in particular.

Today, the site is on fire. Frannell feels like she has just walked into a room, expecting a party only to find everything in flames. Everyone is logged on. Frannell thinks she even recognizes a few usernames from way back in the day, people she hasn’t seen in years.

Anakin Skywalker is Darth Vader AND Luke Skywalker’s father? How does that even work? What happened to Padme? Did he kill her? Anakin survived TCW only to become the Empire’s top enforcer? I don’t believe it! I can’t!

What about Obi-Wan? Luke claims he was there on Tatooine and gave him Jedi training! Yo, can you imagine the kind of grief raising your best friend’s kid involves? Did he know Anakin=Vader?

Mixed in with the screaming are old photos and videos of Anakin Skywalker, Padme Amidala, and The Team. Frannell has seen most of them before but they are such a throwback she spends nearly an hour scrolling through them before realizing she is desperately late for work.

Frannell throws on a coat and runs out the door with her own speeder bus to catch. On the way to the office, she keeps her eyes glued to her commlink. The situation keeps getting worse somehow. There is too much speculation, too many wild rumors flying around, and Frannell cannot keep up. She nearly misses her stop because she is about to argue with some idiot who thinks Padme Amidala must still be alive with the rest of the Jedi Order somewhere on Tatooine.

How can anyone expect her to cope on a day like today? Frannell glances around at the other heads just visible above the walls of their cubicles. Everyone has their eyes down, dutifully focused or at least committed to the act of looking busy. This is galaxy changing stuff! Surely, she can’t be the only one absolutely losing her mind.

She keeps one hand on her datapad at all times throughout the morning. Whenever she can steal a quick look at the message boards she does. Frannell wishes she could pull it up on the dual screens in front of her, surround herself with the sheer chaos and excitement of fandom grabbing hold of new information like a lothwolf shaking prey caught in its teeth.

Her boss nearly catches her speculating that Obi-Wan Kenobi must have known about Anakin’s fall to the dark side and stole Luke away to Tatooine in order to keep him safe. She has her head down with both hands tapping furiously away at her personal datapad when they clear their throat behind her desk chair causing her to bolt upright in alarm.

After that, Frannell puts in about twenty minutes of work organizing supply orders before she decides she can’t take it anymore. She clocks out for an early lunch and spends the entire time fixated on her pad. With droid-like focus and precision, she is trying to figure out if there is any resemblance between the Republic-era holos of Anakin Skywalker, Padme Amidala, and Obi-Wan Kenobi and the few images available of Luke Skywalker. Some absolutely insane person is insisting that Luke must be the product of an affair between Kenobi and Amidala and Frannell has to be the one to prove them wrong.

There’s just no way. Not possible. Obi-Wan Kenobi, the Negotiator, Jedi Master and High General of the Galactic Army of the Republic, would never. He is—was, too noble. Too much the perfect Jedi to carry out an affair. Even Frannell has to admit that a forbidden romance between Anakin and Padme is far more likely. A flame burns in Frannell’s heart for the complicated relationship between Master and Padawan, brothers in arms, but the lengths to which Kenobi would stick to the teachings of his Order above and beyond the call of his own heart is part of what draws her most to the relationship. If Obi-Wan wasn’t going to break his vows for Anakin, there’s no way he would do it for Senator Amidala. There’s just no way. There’s also some fringe theory about Luke being the child of Kenobi and a former ruler of Mandalore, Duchess Satine Kryze, but anyone with sense can see that the timing on that is completely off.

When Frannell returns to her desk—late, of course, it’s just that kind of day—she notices her boss hovering over a coworker’s shoulder a few cubicles down. Promising herself that she will at least focus until they find somewhere to lurk that’s farther away from her desk, Frannell stows her datapad in a drawer and fires up a few neglected spreadsheets, determined to get to work.

But with her mind half on her boss’ head poking above the cubicle walls a few desks down and half on the datapad she can’t see in her drawer, Frannell has very little attention left to pay to the rows and columns of boxes on her screen. None, in fact. She stares at the little white grid until her eyes blur but she can’t seem to make any headway.

Frannell taps her fingers on the arm of her chair. She can’t do this anymore but she can’t just leave. She doesn’t have the sick time or vacation days to simply walk away from her desk. Maybe she could make up some excuse about one of the kids?

Her hand lingers on the drawer handle before she makes up her mind and pulls it open. Just a peek. It’ll take two seconds just to see if anything new and explosive came out and then she’ll put it back and move on with her life. A minute, five minutes tops. And if her boss heads this way, Frannell is more than capable of hiding her datapad away again before they notice what she’s up to.

She opens her account to posts that are mostly keysmashes. For a moment, she thinks the server must be malfunctioning or something. Frannell is ready to reboot the whole thing when at last, she scrolls down far enough to see the post that started this fresh wave of madness.

It’s a different meme format from before but one that Frannell is familiar with: two stills from a semi-popular holodrama with a cult following, two actors emoting heavily for the camera. The first is captioned with the actor saying, “I love you.”

The second says, “Luke Skywalker and Leia Organa are twins separated at birth.”

Not a single thought crosses Frannell’s mind before the decision is made. She powers down her desktop screens, grabs her coat, and waves to her boss as she passes them on her way out of the office for the day. With her datapad firmly in hand, she knows she has work to do.

[mthofferings2023]

FestiveFerret

See FestiveFerret’s existing works here.

Preferred contact methods: Email: festiveferret88@gmail.com Discord: festiveferret Tumblr: festiveferret

Preferred organizations: - Assistance Dogs International - Girls Who Code - Innocence Project - Médecins San Frontières (Doctors Without Borders) - National Disaster Search Dog Foundation (See the list of approved organizations here)

Will create works that contain: Romance, angst with a happy ending, hurt/comfort, rom com, non-power AUs (college, coffee shop etc), a/b/o, dub-con, pining, tropey nonsense (soulmates etc). If you’re not sure if I’m up for something, please contact me! I may be open to doing a sequel/timestamp to one of my fics, but it’s not guaranteed (especially for collabs) so please check first if that’s what you want. My wheelhouse is tropey romance with angsty pining and Big Moment get-together at the end and meet-cutes with lots of fluff and banter.

Will not create works that contain: Underage (T-rated high school AU is fine, no graphic underage or one under/one over-age situations), non-con, torture (this is fine if it’s a setup for H/C or an otherwise happy ending, but I won’t write torture porn with no resolution–writing pain, I can do!), dark/evil, unhappy endings, permanently unrequited feelings, death, fantasy/medieval AUs, OOC, CW fix-it (or anything at all about the Accords), anti-Endgame (including fix its for stuff you didn’t like about it), bathroom kinks, age play, daddy kink, pet play. Again, contact me if you’re not sure!

  -- Fic or Other Writing --

Auction ID: 1153

Will create works for the following relationships: Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - MCU, Ultimates Bucky Barnes/Steve Rogers/Tony Stark - MCU Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark - MCU Bucky Barnes/Clint Barton - MCU

Work Description: I’m offering a custom fic written to your prompt. It will be at least 3k words long, but is unlikely to be longer than 5k. I like to be involved with my prompter, so if you’re someone with a lot of ideas who likes to ramble about your favs and see those rambles included in a story, I’m your ferret! I can also work with short prompts and no input, but there’s no telling where the story will end up. I like to take tropes and flip them on themselves. I’m happy to have more than one pairing in a fic, but I won’t end any of the pairings I write in favour of another’s endgame (reach out to me if you want to know which characters I'm happy to use as the "bad ex"). There are some fics of mine that I may be willing to write a sequel or timestamp for (please check first) but I’ll be less flexible about which prompts/ideas I accept for those, if any. I can do shippy AUs of movies, but as this is a short fic, it likely can't be the whole plot. I don’t write gen or friendship fic, but I will write established relationship. I prefer not to write pure porn/pwp, but I can add a bit of smut if you like. By request, my winner will have access to my wiplist/plot bunny hutch, if you don’t have a prompt of your own, and can optionally pick one of those. If you have any questions at all about what I will or won’t write, please contact me! I have examples of all the ships on my AO3 and you can see full fics between 3-10k here plus all my ficlets here

Ratings: Teen, Mature, Explicit

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[cricketnationrise]

For the ficlet fest: 8:39pm, Central Park, Alex Claremont-Diaz

And congrats again!

thank you 💜💜💜 i have for you: super soft vibes feat. some playing with hair and a metaphor that alex would never admit to in a million years. enjoy!

want your own ficlet? rules here.

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

central park, 8:39pm

A soft press of lips to his forehead brings Alex half out of that hazy place between sleeping and awake. He keeps his eyes closed, trying to hold onto the moment just a little longer, unwilling to let this perfect day come to an end.

Henry had taken one look at the bags under Alex’s eyes this morning and declared that they were both playing hooky today. Alex protested at first – he still had a ton of reading to do before the new semester kicked off – but Henry refused to budge. Instead, he called in sick to the shelter and turned off the rest of Alex’s alarms before bodily dragging him back to bed. Shortly after that, their mouths were too busy for Alex to protest – not that he wanted to.

After a leisurely brunch, Henry pulled Alex into his arms for a rewatch of The Martian. Alex stretched while the credits rolled, grinning when he caught Henry blatantly staring where his shirt had ridden up. Henry just shrugged, unrepentant, and went to the kitchen.

Alex glomped onto his back, shuffling in step with Henry as he moved around the room, packing snacks and drinks for both them and David into a cooler. He didn’t know what kind of hoops their security detail had to jump through for this little outing, but fuck if he wasn’t over the moon when they arrived at Central Park hand in hand.

Now, fingers thread slowly and gently through his hair, occasionally moving down to stroke his cheekbones and jaw. Alex can’t help but lean into the loving caress and he hears Henry chuckle quietly. He blinks his eyes open, not wanting to miss the easy laughter on his boyfriend’s face. The last drips of sunset peek through the canopy above Henry, softening his sharp jaw and bright blue eyes into something more at home in an impressionist painting. Alex could stare at him forever, would willingly get lost in his paint strokes and fall into the swirls of color.

“There you are.”

“Hi, baby.”

[birlwrites]

2023 writing roundup!

i did this last year, so here i am attempting to make this a tradition. once again, i'm basing this on ao3 because i don't want to go through all my documents looking at timestamps of edits lol. it's been a year of a lot of changes in my life, but the one thing that always stays the same? FANFICTION

here's what i did this year:

posted the follow-up getting-together chapter of sun and shadow, my soft regulus-centric pjo au

got even more niche than rosewater with a sirius/barty ficlet in which they run into each other when they're both out after curfew

wrote a rosewater fake dating AU in a week when i definitely should have been working on a final essay

got into seer regulus for the first time with let me living die

started a messy ex-death-eater-regulus and healer!sirius first war fic featuring regulus who survives the cave and inadvertently reveals himself as a traitor in the process

brief diversion into another fandom with another installment in my 'jean and andrew are roommates, neil lives across the hall' series for AFTG

got more into seer regulus with lachrimae (5 chapters posted, 16 drafted!)

continued digging myself deeper re: niche ships with a sirius/barty 5+1 companion fic to evocatio, because why not

and finally… continued writing ttdl! i've posted a little more than 100k words on that this year, bringing the total to a little over 250k, not counting the prologue. goddamn

right now, i'm in a marathon session of 'trying to finish lachrimae,' and ttdl will probably be on a hiatus until that happens because i'm on a roll - after that, i'll start posting lachrimae updates on a weekly basis and keep chugging along with ttdl!

in 2024: keeping up with ttdl and lachrimae, perhaps finally writing that wedding fic in the promise of series, more ykiybtib when the urge strikes, and probably a return to original fiction - i have something in mind that i want to start when i finish lachrimae, as it seems that i can kind of hold 2 long stories in my mind at a time. if you like my hp stuff, and especially if you like let me living die and lachrimae, i think you'll like this story ajlgshkjdf - it'll mess around a lot with the question of 'if you love someone so much that you reset time to undo their death, what happens afterward?'

i'm sure i'll write more random ficlets as well, and we'll see where the year takes us - perhaps i'll even finish ttdl and move on to the next fic in the series!!

[sugareey-makes-stuff]

This is definitely a long time coming, but I finally wrote a text only fic for Sterek, complete with a stylized AND plain text view for reading! Also my first long fic that I've written since...I don't even know when (aka it's NOT a drabble or ficlet!!). This is also belated from July, but for reasons you can read more about below the cut. Inspired by @yearoftheotpevent's July prompt "stars," as well as sniperjade's Masturbation Midsummer Bingo 2023, using the square "I can't anymore," and Summer of Cum 2023 prompts "creampie," "come marking," "precome," "come swallowing," "coming untouched," and "coming in pants" (yeah, there's definitely a spicy theme here :P).

Title: Feel You Breathing (<- on AO3) Rating: Explicit WC: 8.4k Tags: Texting/Sexting, Established Relationship, UST, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Fantasizing, Teasing, Banter, Filthy, Dirty Talk, Masturbation, Idiots in Love, Writer Derek Hale, Bartender and Graduate Student Stiles Stilinski, Business Trip, Flight Delays, Coming In Pants, Coming Untouched, Nipple Play, Light Dom/sub, Bad Pick-Up Lines, Humor, Shopping, Sex Toys, Kink Exploration, Werewolf Mates, Anchors, Love Confessions, Pet Names, Romantic Angst, Stiles AND Derek are Little Shits, POV Alternating

Summary: Derek: So, you need a distraction. Stiles: Maybe Stiles: It’d be better if you were here to help me with that. Stiles: ;D [Or: Sexy things start late one night when Derek gets a text from Stiles and escalate from there. A few secrets are revealed along the way.]

Some of my lovely Sterek friends know I've been dabbling in and out of writing text fics since last year (2022). Easier said than done 1000%, I'm going to tell you that right now. It only took me 3 tries to get it right! (And yes, it means my other 2 WIPs need to be reworked, le sigh.) It's one thing to write a text fic, but it's a completely different beast to style the damned thing with AO3 skins while making it as legible and accessible as possible. I thankfully know how to code in CSS and HTML, but it took me quite a long time to create a custom skin template that I liked and could reuse while getting the look and feel just right for our idiotic boys and the overall Teen Wolf world. Texting and sexting is legit an art. There are so many ways to approach how to write a text because each person does that differently. There's also intention required when using emojis, figuring out how someone would react to things, and hell, even playing around with timestamps and timezones is important. A text fic isn't just about words. All the tiny details add up and make a new experience. I think I took a full week to QA this whole fic because I wanted the aesthetic to look good, and it was worth it! It was nice to make something for myself, which let me write dialogue and banter and a lot of fun things I normally wouldn't had this been a different kind of fic. Super grateful for having a Write-A-Thon sprint weekend, which motivated me to finish the bulk of this baby up. And when I think about it now, this labor of love was originally supposed to be an experiment for me to play around and learn more about coding intricacies. It was supposed to be a short Porn without Plot thingie (but uhhh, it's definitely Porn with Plot and Feelings because that's the way it is). 1-2k words somehow became 8k+ words. No regrets though. It has been a long time since I've felt good about writing something this long and doing something different than the norm. It has been such a blast coming up with all the texts in this fic, because they're humorous and spicy with the usual banter and sarcasm we love between Derek and Stiles. But hey, there's some romantic angst too (they might be texting and using words, but they could do better, of course). Anyway, I hope you give this a read when you have a chance. Enjoy!

[nextstopwonderland]

Masterlist of Bryan fannish content

Links to general masterlists:

BCC/bryanmox audiovisual content here

BryanNigel content here

BryanWheeler content here

Just Bryan content here

Bryanclaudio content here

Bryandanny content here

Multiple pairings

Series: I wish I was a farmer

Total # of (unconnected) stories: 6 main + a sequel and timestamp

Total # of words: ~30,000

Pairings within: bryanmox, bryaneddie, bryanclaudio, bryanwheelerdanny, bryanhangman, BryanNigel

(Masterpost)

Bryan/Mox

Mix & accompanying graphic:

(Original post)

Farmers Market AU

Original collage/concept

Official graphic/not-fic summary

Cover art for just to drown in you (future fic epilogue, 2.5k, T, original post):

Misc graphics:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5

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Bryan/Wheeler

Series - known to cross lines

Main Fic: special unspoken without sound

Accompanying mix:

Sequels: just hold your breath & waiting for a light to come on & everyone has seen the signs

(Updated masterpost)

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Stand-alones:

Fic: the doors you open I just can’t close (links to graphic and fic)

Prompt ficlet: I’ll show you a place

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Series - hiking au verse (aka hit me like a ray of sun)

Fic: Jumpstart My Heart (links to graphic, main story and two sequels/timestamps)

Mix and more cover art

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Series - coffee shop au (aka Fallen quite hard over you)

Fic: The paths your eyes wander down (includes cover art and link to main story & sequel)

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Series - Listen to your heart

Fic: Voices that want to be heard (includes cover art and link to main story and timestamp sequel)

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More Bryanwheeler graphics:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

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Bryanwheelermox

Series: like Ancient Rome

Fic: the plotted lines, the faulty map (4.6k, E, prompt fill)

Sequel: caught between the twisted stars (2k, E)

(Original post)

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Bryan/Danny

Fic: Crave a different kind of buzz (5.1k, M, stripper au romcom meet-cute; links to story & graphic)

Graphics: and my diary’s filled with your name on every page | in my head I do everything right | because I dropped your hand while dancing | baby I just wanna dance | now I’m being another

Mix: but you’re not what you thought you were (includes cover art)

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Bryan/Claudio

(Original post)

Series: Our World

Main Fic: Always Changing (2.7k, au, friends to lovers holiday fluff, links to graphic, main story and sequel: Love Can Open Your Eyes)

Series: Before we get too old

Main fic: these things will never change for us at all (4.5k, roh era, 5+1 times, links to graphic, story and the sequel: if I just lay here)

Stand-alones

Fic: of melodies pure and true (6.3ks, current canon, links to graphic and story)

Fic: feel the tones that tremble down your spine (2.8k, au, yoga, links to graphic & story)

Prompt ficlet: got an itch to scratch (E, 340 words, breeding kink)

Series: Baby Steps

Fic: Best Practice (1500 words, E, mpreg as in trying to get preg)

Sequel: Training Lessons (2900 words. E, mpreg as in preggers)

Prequel: Paint by Numbers (3400 words, E, their meet-cute + 6 other snapshots over their first 7+ years)

(links to tumblr a post of Bryan essentially wanting to be knocked up, with links to all stories)

Fic: In the Crystalline Knowledge of You (4300 words, woke up a girl, e)

Fic: And if this one could be with you (2700 words, teachers au, m)

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Bryan/Zack

Series: gotta have faith

Fic: waited for you all those years (10ks, 5 + 1 times, canon compliant; links to main story, both graphics, and timestamp sequel: the words you could not say)

Ficlet prompt fill in same verse

Stand-alones

Fic: I’ll fly with you (5.6ks, links to story and graphic)

Misc graphics:

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7

Fanvid: 🎶before this river becomes an ocean🎶

Fanvid: Headspace

Music/interview compilations: 1 | 2

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Bryan/Eddie

AU’s

Stand-alone Fic: To see what I could find out (8400, internet travel vlog au, e)

Series: I want it that way

Fic: believe me when I say (2300 words, au, e, links to main story, graphic, as well as sequel)

Sequel: Tell me why (5900 words, au, e, links to story and graphic as well as original fic)

Stand-alone fic: Put Some Goddamn Moves on You (15,000 words, au, e, links to graphic and story)

Stand-alone fic: Try to walk away and I stumble (11,300 words, au, links to graphic, story, and mix)

Non-au

Fic: tell me that it’s evolution (post-revolution 2024, kayfabe compliant, m, 2200 words)

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Bryan/Nigel

Fic: Show us a bird flying high above (fantasy au, e, 7100 words)

Ficlet: untitled timestamp sequel to built and climbed a mountain

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BryanToni

Fic: The Bees Knees (1700 words, pegging, e)

Mixes/graphics based on meme asks:

A Bryan playlist

Dragonslaying: a Bryan/Danny playlist

Bryan/Yuta: the story playlist

Bryan & Danny + Red & Gold moodboard

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The b-day bash masterlist

B-day bash masterlist year 2

[snarky-synesthete]

200 Kudos ^_^

My biggest fic "Love in an Action Verb" just hit 200 Kudos on AO3. This one is super special to me, so I'd like to do something special for the milestone. I'm thinking a little timestamp ficlet for it, but I'm not sure what I want to do. If you've read it, I'd love a suggestion!

(You can also read it here)

[gerec]

Unusual Fic-Specific Asks

For your choice!

1. Time After Time for "AU-gust Challenge 2022" (chapter 16)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40745934/chapters/103736442

What happened in the future with our spies? (Did they overthrew Red King/were they caught/something else?)

2. BTS for "All of You and All of Me"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/4603068/chapters/10489371

3. Perspective Flip for "The Master of Charlton Park"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14165595/chapters/32651223

Sorry for the delay replying to this ask! We've had a couple of graduations in my household so it's been quite busy :D

Time After Time: Send me a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of [that fic], or sometime in the past before the story started, and I’ll tell you what happened then

For this ficlet 'Spies and Assassins' from the AU-gust Challenge 2022:

I loved this verse when I wrote it (with Charles and Raven going undercover as spies in Erik's court) but I didn't have a solid idea for how this would end. There's two ways this could go, and it depends if Erik really is as bloodthirsty and irredeemable as he seems (the other way being that *something* external is making Erik act the way he does). I'm leaning towards Erik being a true tyrant, but that Charles develops feelings for him anyway and struggles with his mission to assassinate him. I think...Charles is ultimately betrayed (someone within the rebels turns him in to gain favor with Erik, or it might even be his own stepfamily that does it) and in order to protect Raven, he allows himself to be captured so she can stay hidden/get away. Erik keeps him locked up and taunts him every time he takes over another city or kills an enemy General, until Charles can't justify his own inaction. He makes everyone think that Erik died in his sleep, then wipes Erik's mind and escapes with him from the castle....

2. BTS: I’ll write a DVD commentary about my personal favorite passage from [that fic]

For All of You and All of Me

It's tough picking a favorite passage from this fic but it might be this bit of back and forth between Charles and Erik in chapter 2:

“You…brought me breakfast.”

Erik grins, the expression wide and toothy, the one Charles has seen him use only on the rarest of occasions when he’s truly pleased with himself. “Pottage; you should eat it while it’s hot. There’s bacon and eggs too, and I had the cook include some fresh raspberries, since I know they’re your favorite.”

Charles pulls himself up until he’s sitting against the head board, narrowing his eyes and folding his arms across his chest. “Why are you doing this, Erik? What do you want?”

His husband feigns ignorance at Charles’ accusation with a shrug, which only serves to infuriate him. “Not hungry? That’s fine. I can have the servants make you something later if you want.”

“You are being very…conciliatory,” Charles intones, shooting a pointed glare at Erik, though it appears to have very little effect on the king. “Do you need my help with the English Ambassador? Did you insult the Lady MacTaggert’s lineage again?”

They've just woken up after an incredible night of passionate sex, which is the only one of the few things they have going for them in their arranged marriage. I just found it kind of hilarious that Charles' spider sense immediately starts tingling because Erik is being nice to him for once, and he suspects (rightly) that his husband is up to something. It's the push-pull, love-hate dynamic between these two that I was hoping to explore more of in later chapters, before I got sidetracked by so many other WIPs ugh...

3. Perspective Flip: I’ll write a scene from [that fic] from another character’s point-of-view

This one I'm still working on, and I'll post separately when its finished!

Unusual Fic-Specific Asks for Authors