#will post like. fic snippets there maybe. idk

[falafels]

Partaking in WIP Wednesday!!

I don’t actually know what that means but anyway here are all of my aftg fic ideas that I either have in progress (material document) or in the incubation stage (intangible string of concepts that sometimes flashbang me in the mind while i’m out)

-Seeing Double: Nicky POV with some snippets or stories from when he became the twins’ guardian. this one i have actually posted a chapter of over on ao3 and chapter 2 still in progress but aaron threatens to kill himself to a customer on his first day ever having a job and andrew punches a hole in a load bearing wall so he can use it as a climbing foothold to reach the rum and chocolate nicky keeps on top of the cupboard

-Leave tonight or live and die this way: Mary Hatford story!! so named for tracy chapman fast car because i love tracy chapman fast car. follows mary from about 6 months after she and nathan got married, lore on inner circle, lola malcolm bashing, nathan wesninski playing jump rope with the line between diva and deranged (hints of Lestat if im being quite honest), mary believing herself to be the sole brain cell possessor while in fact having 30% custody of it at best, and french bashing.

-kevin post psu fic where he moves to boston for his pro team and doesn’t know anyone, gets hammered at the first bar he finds and it turns out to be a college bar near harvard and there’s a trivia night going on. even face down on the bar kevin still grumbles corrections and someone there is highly amused by this so insists he join their team. and they like him so he’s invited to their library study session that week too. and kevin likes them so he goes along to it and realises they’re all harvard nerds and don’t have a clue who he is. and he makes actual friends based on something other than exy, but they all think he’s also a student and he doesn’t correct them. eventually they’re at a bar for a trivia night kevin couldn’t make and see a tv on and an interview of some sports thing and one of them squints and is like holdup. is that KEVIN?? scared of mice, sends emails to authors about typos in their books, probably needs glasses, drinks milk by itself KEVIN? anyway yeah don’t know what to call that one or do with it but i will get to it

-another kevin post psu idea, this time by a few years. again it’s just me inventing friends for kevin. so this one is he gets traded across pro teams (as happens) and it wasn’t that he particularly likes where he was before or who he was with, but he knew the city and he knew the deal, even if his teammates didn’t really like him. anyway, he gets traded across the country and swapped with another player, maybe a USC graduate or at least someone who would have fit in there. and that person reaches out to him to see how he’s settling in or adjusting or any of that, which is very nice but kevin would usually give the fine thanks 👍 or ignore, but he’s drunk and alone enough that he responds and calls them back. and they end up on the phone for hours. that seems to be the last of it and kevin is like ok one (1) person knows i am Cringe and i Feel but we’ll never speak again it’s fine it’s fine until the person checks in again the next week and kevin finds that it’s actually quite nice to have someone know you a little bit and genuinely care how you are, and they talk more about the transfer and kevin tries to impart wisdom about the city he was in (bookstores here and here, gyms here and here but don’t go to that one it’s shit, they sell good smoothies on fifth but don’t walk back down west ave. or you end up in a sea of high schoolers ditching and they are so so mean). and maybe eventually there’s some kind of pro exy event they’re both at and they get to hang out? epilogue where they’re traded to the same team? idk this is again just indulgent that i want kevin to have a friend

-Renee fic! untitled but it’ll probably be an ethel cain lyric when i find one suitable. one of the people incarcerated following the trial against the gang she grew up in is released on parole, disappears, and suddenly three little girls turn up dead. and she knows it’s him, of course it is, but nobody seems to be doing anything. and he’ll be working his way over to her, she’s part of the reason he went to prison, but he’ll kill a path there. so renee sets aside her crucifix necklace and decides to kill him first. god’s sword arm? or a matter of hunting? she doesn’t like to think of it as either, but she leaves palmetto with her knives and a look on her face nobody but andrew has seen before, calmly assures them she’ll be back in a few weeks at most, and dives headfirst. it’s like one of those moments where you hit the water so hard you think you’ll never breathe again, and it slows down a bit, and something changes. after grappling with the ‘healed way to kill someone’, renee gives herself more and more permissions to shift back into natalie shields behaviours, but catches herself before she catches the guy. she recognises that she’s doing that formulaically, but that ultimately what she’s trying to achieve here doesn’t actually conflict with any one of her values, and when she kills him it’s with a bible in her rucksack and a sparkly purple cat charm on her keys. idk a lot of the specifics of that might change but i chew on renee a lot and i think we all should.

-aforementioned jerejean au where jean is a firefighter and jeremy is at the seminary training to be a priest. not quite fleabag shit because i could never do that to jean, but very unlikely and somehow working. jeremy im giving you religious problems because i think they would suit you. jean im giving you being hot and sweaty and saving people because im a pervert. also something i like there about first responder/last responder. and how that’s kind of what each of them need? jeremy is the final breath and the calm reassurance, but there’s something in him that wants to run and scream and yell and have the stakes be as high as they can, be able to do something with an instant material result. jean is always under the most pressure he possibly can be, trying to keep everyone alive, and sometimes secretly wants a moment of quiet that he doesn’t think he deserves and would feel horribly guilty if he got. anyway jean being vaguely amused by closet adrenaline junkie trainee priest and jeremy fascinated by the tall french firefighter who refuses to forgive himself for being alive.

and i think that’s all of them for now!! my notes app is just this with various scenes and lines that i want to put in each one but would need to write 6 chapters to get to. bummer ANYWAY if you made it this far i am sorry and ily and i hope u have a great day <3

[anachronistic-falsehood]

anyway on that note i made a jrwi nsfw blog the url is origussy go crazy

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part 1 of a little comic / art sequence that i've been working on! :D it's part tribute, part experimenting with brushes n colors and trying new thingz :]

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and thus continues my endless quest of spreading the carrot fics like a plague! if you've seen my art floating around you probs already figured that this au holds a very special place in my heart, forever and always!!

if you haven't heard of it, it's a fic series by @crowned-ladybug called carrot soup!! it made me wish i could speak colors and i need more people to share my struggle xd

go check it out if you're into sweet voice lore and qpr level gayness and just wanna feel warm and soft and warm (hurt/comfort my beloved) <333 there are some heavier themes cos everyone's traumatized but they're working through it! be sure to check the tags and stay safe! <3

[emero0]

In relation to my “how dare project sekai have shows within a game that i wish were real” post i have decided to do the same thing lmaoo

And by that i mean ive had this cinematic universe in my head for a fic i need to write and part if it involves leo/need writing songs for the musical movie (think like how mary poppins has songs in it—old disney movies to reference something more popular)

Which has led me to wanting to write a song for the movie in my fic—

This is what my multifaceted brain gets me—multi media projects woooo

[shimmerandfists]

No idea what to call this, like a short fic? Snippet? It's ViJinx regardless

The moment Vi wrapped her bare hand around Jinx's throat, Jinx knew it was over. She wouldn't have fought it even if she had the power to do so, but knowing that she doesn't want to worries her a little. Every muscle in her body and connection in her mind relaxed and fell limp all at once. It was like a great flood she was powerless to stop.

She knows somewhere in her head and in her heart Vi wouldn't kill her outright. Not like this and not in this moment. Definitely not in this moment, when Jinx went boneless in her hold and making pitiful, involuntary sounds. It kind of ruins the whole, "killing your sister" mood if you think about it. The fact that Vi doesn't immediately take her hand back in disgust is intriguing, and the way she's staring at Jinx in curiosity is almost telling.

Jinx doesn't want to get her hopes up but... is Vi into this? She can't think as clearly as she normally can with Vi's man-hands wrapped around her throat. Not like her thoughts are clear normally, it's extra fuzzy right now and much more peaceful than she's used to. If she didn't need to breathe she could get used to this, maybe. That's a normal thought to have right?

She doesn't know why Vi hasn't dropped her like a hot coal yet. It's been long enough for her to start to feel her underwear get a little damp but short enough where she hasn't passed out. With a readjustments on Vi's part with her hand, Jinx is able to get a little more air to her brain to realize Vi is trying to talk to her.

She can't really be assed to listen too closely. Well, until Vi moves them both to her bed as rough a shape as it's in, and chucks Jinx onto it. She follows her down swiftly and doesn't give Jinx the time to properly clear her head before her forearm is pressing against her throat and collarbone. Vi is straddling Jinx in a way her legs have Jinx arms pinned to her sides. Her other hand has a handful of Jinx' hair holding her to face Vi directly.

Jinx has never been in this position before. She's never been held down and boxed in, unable to escape or really move at all. The fact that it's Vi of all people adds to the helpless feeling that's washed over her, she knows shes couldn't break away from Vi's hold now that she has her pinned down so completely.

It's a hell of a time to find out she's really, really into to being pushed around, or maybe she's just really into Vi pushing her around. It's a spectacular way for Vi to find out that Jinx likes being put in her place, not that she ever would've guessed any of this information would have fit together. She can't say with full certainty she's disgusted by it though, not that she has a clear head.

She has a mean hangover and a bruised mind she's trying to fight through to get some answers from Jinx. Jinx' unexpected bodily compliance and frankly pitiful little noises she was making the second Vi had her hands around her neck weren't helping. It's making it hard, was it really this easy the entire time to get her to stop moving? To possibly stop everything?

Had Vi only ever needed to put a metaphorical collar around her sister's neck to get her to settle down for her? Been any amount of forceful? Was it always this easy to have her be hers again? She'll have to find out after, after she gets Jinx to form words again that is.

[plusultraetc]

more ice cream shop au for wip Wednesday, featuring Shinsou learning a very important lesson: if you want to carry out a secret matchmaking scheme, don't involve Kaminari

[wikiangela]

fuck it friday

tagged by @honestlydarkprincess (welcome back bb! <3) @buckaroosheart @spagheddiediaz 💖💖

this is so close to being done istg 😭 i just want to finish it and get back to my other wips lol

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Just as Eddie is about to suggest joining Chris in decorating, their kid’s voice reaches his ears.

“Ew, are you guys gonna stop making out and help, or do I have to do it all by myself?” he sounds half-annoyed, half-amused, as he looks at them with a scrunched up nose and a pointed look he definitely learned from Eddie. It's like looking in a mirror.

“We’re not making out.” Buck mumbles and moves away from Eddie, cheeks bright red, looking all sheepish, like a teen caught by their parents – when really it’s the other way around, which makes Eddie laugh loudly. Buck just shoots him a look, but a smile breaks out on his face anyway.

“Of course we’ll help.” Eddie just says, walking towards his kid, putting the hot chocolate on the coffee table as he walks by. “Where do you want us, boss?"

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[canuckingaround]

I dont like posting fics under like 900 or 800 words on ao3 cause I Feel Bad for no reason. But also. The Archive...

[imunbreakabledude]

lately i've been really drawn again to this little fic I have half-written that takes place post-s3, pre-tmdoms, with maeve recovering from the explosion and elena caring for her and them getting acquainted with the new form of their relationship... and... elena coming to realize that she is not quite attracted to maeve in the same way anymore. this lil story is soooo vivid & visceral to me but hard to write - both because a story about (potential) lesbian bed death is not the most delightful thing to most people, and also because I worry that to people who do not have my specific brain chemistry this makes elena seem quite unlikable (but like! the whole point of this story to me is her feeling frustrated at HERSELF and very shallow and stil loving maeve very much but trying to cope with what is undeniably a very major shift in their dynamic! and it's not JUST about the sex it's about maeve being trapped and totally dependent on her too - but i digress, i'm not trying to type out the whole story here...)

anyway. feeling the urge to share one tiny piece of it, which also encompasses a headcanon that is very important to me: that maeve is a bit messed up from the explosion. visibly scarred. and... that after a life of being completely immune to scars and blemishes of all kinds, plus being a celebrity where she was praised for said "flawlessness" and scorned for any other perceived flaws, that she would probably have some insecurity over this, at least at first.

anyway. here's just a snip.

Maeve moaned when Elena left the first few days. “I have to,” Elena retorted as Maeve weakly clung to her arm… which she would’ve been sure was just teasing before, but now, she had to wonder if Maeve was genuinely using all her strength. “And it’s good, probably, to have some time apart. So you don’t get sick of me.”

Each night, when she returned, Maeve would be waiting. Trying to get her into bed. Each time, Elena entertained it… despite knowing it was far too soon… at least, she entertained it until the first grunt or yelp of pain. Which would turn to protest as soon as Elena would withdraw. “I don’t want to hurt you,” Elena insisted.

“God, it’s annoying to be on the other side of that,” Maeve muttered. “Come back. I’m fine.”

“I’m not taking any chances of making your injuries worse, especially not when we can’t exactly call a doctor if something goes wrong.”

Several of these false starts occurred until finally, one night, about a month after they’d stepped foot in this cabin… Maeve made it through some escalating foreplay without a single whimper. And from there…

“You’re not stopping,” Mave commented. “Does that mean my sexy nurse has approved me for strenuous activity?”

“Mm, I think so. Proceed with the disrobing…”

Maeve straightened up, going for the buttons on her shirt, then froze.

“Maeve? Is something wrong?”

“I…” she shook her head. “I don’t know why I’m nervous.”

“I am too. It’s been a long time.”

“Not about the sex. Well. Also that.”

It hit Elena while Maeve’s cheeks went pink—she was nervous about undressing. On one hand, it would be easy to dismiss that with a laugh, given that Elena had seen every inch of Maeve’s body not only over the years, but especially in the last few weeks, checking on her healing and helping her swap out bandages. But… in those moments… In the heightened consciousness of her new body, Maeve had let on comments that at first struck Elena as mild sheepishness, but now, in hindsight, seemed to be… genuine insecurity. Back in that first week, when Maeve idly scratched at her body hair and observed, “This is the longest I’ve gone without a wax since college.” Or, the way she grimaced each time Elena helped her change the bandage over her eye… the way she’d stared in the mirror and frowned for several minutes after she was finally able to swap it out for a proper black eye patch. Elena had reassured her in the moment, of course. Yet perhaps because caretaking was so different, it didn’t “take” in this setting. Maeve didn’t need a nurse, in this moment. She needed her girlfriend…

Stepping forward, Elena undid Maeve’s buttons for her—feeling some resistance, as Maeve twisted away, but holding firm. That was still weird. “You are as sexy as the day I met you.”

“Sure…”

“Shh. None of that.” Elena pulled Maeve’s shirt off, unhooked her bra, then prodded her so she fell back onto the bed. As her legs lifted, Elena began pulling her pants off as well. “I daresay I’m the expert in this matter.” With the clothes out of the way, Elena took in the woman before her… Though it was a very different picture than it was a month ago, when Maeve was fresh out of a radiation explosion, her body was… altered. There was no denying it. The bruising had vanished, but faint burn scars snaked across most of her torso, with raised white bits of skin where the tissue had knotted together in healing—a first, for her. Elena leaned forward and ran her fingers across it… stomach, ribs… feeling the slightly rough texture… with Maeve shivering under her touch. Then, she began laying soft kisses on the spots where the scarring was most noticeable… She snuck a peek to see that Maeve smiled at that: she recognized the gesture, for she’d originated it. The last time they were together, after Elena’s surgery, Maeve had always made a point to kiss the small scar that marked the spot where Elena’s appendix had once been, before they had sex.

[clowningaroundmars]

miles g fic first draft is DONE. 30k words in case y'all wanted to know 😪

all i have to do now is just edit it andddd uh hopefully its up on ao3 before long!! :)

[freshcut-chetney]

I was gonna write a Veilguard fic but somehow I ended up writing a thousand word outline for a cyberpunk fic :(

[fruitybashir]

writing sentences and having to pause to pull my shirt over my mouth and scream a little, this is going to be the death of me.

[spacedace]

Does anyone else do the thing where you're kinda writing a summary/outline for a fic but like in the form of it being kind of a mini fic itself from one character's perspective?

Like, I have a kinda angsty super serious chaos fic that I've been poking at off and on for awhile and I realized that I've sorta made a summery of the fic via a short snippet from Constantine's perspective?

Wondering if that's something other peeps do or if it's just me lol

[bragganhyl]

WIP of a whatever

kinda felt the urge to scribble something bee gee three related, we'll see if this becomes a thing or not

‘Alright, lad, like we practised.’

A boy looked up at his father, his spindly limbs trembled under his stern and yet concerned gaze. Dark brown eyes peered into his own with an intensity that could’ve burned his soul to cinders were he to fail this test.

‘My name is Bertalan, I am the son of a tanner.’

Smell of fur, smell of leather, it’s all the same in the end. A lie does not have to be the opposite of truth, when it can be a cloak woven out of it. A cloak that smells like cured leather.

‘Where are you from?’

‘Rivington, we had a workshop there until recently.’

‘Remember the accent, lad.’ The man’s voice rang with a gentle warning. The boy nodded, he’ll have to practise to keep his tongue rolling the right way. But it shouldn’t be too hard, it’s not that different from how Baldurians talk. His father straightened his back as he continued.

‘What happened?’

‘Pa couldn’t keep running it, after Ma got sick.’

‘How did she get sick?’

‘Her lungs couldn’t handle the fumes.’

Focus on the coughing, focus on the wheezing, forget all else about the curse, he guided himself, and his own voice rang deeper in his mind. Older. More resolute.

‘What of your father?’

‘He taught me what he knew then he retired,’ he looked his father straight in the eye. The words slipped from him effortlessly now. His father raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

‘Then how come you’re a hunter?’

Bertalan shrugged. ‘Have to get the skins somewhere,’ he chuckled. ‘At least, that’s how it all started, now I just hunt.’

‘What do you hunt?’

‘All manner of beasts. The stranger the better.’

‘Ever hunted a mind flayer before?’

That… that’s not the question. He’s supposed to ask about…

Bertalan stopped his line of thought before it could fully form in him. He saw this dream thousands of times, from the day his father first asked these series of questions. The answers were etched into his soul, including the ones he was about the recite next.

Trust no one, trust only in nature.

Pain shot through him, from head to toe, from a spot behind his eye along every fibre of his being. He gasped, but the only air around him was stale and reeked of something unnatural. He struggled to look, a hand came to the side of his face, trying shield his aching eye. He glimpsed glass or at least something transparent ahead of him. As he struck it, his movements felt sluggish and feeble.

Luckily for him, the strange, casket-like pod opened at the contact. Or maybe it just opened on its own. Bertalan certainly didn’t feel like he forced the thing open. He blinked once. Then again. And again. He recalled an open field, high grass, sunlight warming the back of his neck, Corvus calling out for danger. He assumed it was his quarry but… it was just a touch. Then the dream came and now… a room, constructed by something fleshy yet mechanical. The ranger’s eyes widened as the realization slowly sunk in: he was on a nautiloid.

[branmer]

ive really lost my motivation to write recently

[maraschinotopped]

second draft is coming along nicely