#wrote this for funsies

[dasnercaret]

woah new vaugarde 'chatfic' chapter!

[drac0line1nn1t]

*Wade drunk 3 energy drinks and has the feeling of I need to go outside and do something or my skin will melt off at 7pm at night*

Wade: C'mon honeybadgerrrr can we go out somewhere? Your ADHD boyfriend needs enrichment.

Logan: Why can't you go on your own? You're a grown ass adult.

Wade: 'Cus I wanna go out with youuuuu.

Logan: Are you basically asking me to take you out on a walk?

Wade: *processing slightly* Yeah basically!

Logan: Wow, alright then.

[kojakaj]

ppl in the fanfics need to remember emily prentiss can speak 7 languages. and also like presumably is native in at least english + french maybe spanish too.

like put that in the fics i feel like thats such an interesting trait of hers

[starmocha]

His love for you had always been true and steadfast. When you looked back on your years together, it seemed he was always there, always yours. The boy who was promised to you and you to him. An oath had been formed between two powerful families long before either of you came into the world, but perhaps it was always meant to be, because never once did either of you seemed to rebel against your destiny. You grew up alongside him on the grassland, running barefoot and riding horses across the endless green pasture under the sun. It was a rich childhood filled with laughter and smiles, skinned knees and clumsy first kisses, with the boy who had carried you on his small back home. With the boy who had promised to grow up and become the strongest warrior on the grassland. With the boy who had sworn he would always keep you safe and protected. The same boy, one day, had become a man, who had unwittingly stolen many young maidens’ hearts, but his own he had safeguarded and kept for you alone. The man who would always find his way back to you no matter how far his duties may take him. The man who would soon become your husband, the promise made so long ago between two families would now be honored. You tightened your hold on his hand, and he smiled down on you. That smile alone seemed to have banished any lingering insecurities you had. As you stared into his eyes, falling deeper and deeper, you knew nothing could ever sway him, could ever tear him from you. Likewise, there was no one else in your eyes and heart. It was always going to be him. — Elysium, Sylus/Reader. 16K words. Masterlist. AO3

[somereaderinblue]

Does Aphrodite also make Odysseus go and take care of Paris after he gets injured in battle against Penelope?

Yes.

And this-this is making me insane. Because imagine, the (1) time Odysseus shows any form of physical care/reverence for Paris, it's when he's hurting & bleeding from wounds left by Odysseus' true love, Penelope. Odysseus is there, but at the same time, he's not & like every other time, he's not loving Paris.

In canon, the red string between Odypen is a perpetually unfinished shroud & an olive bed. Here, it's the violence they feel the need to inflict on the same person who's the cause of their separation.

Those calloused hands are gently tracing over Paris' wounds, the other steadily applying salves & bandages, but the prince can see the hunger in Odysseus' eyes. The restrained desire to dig his nails into the damaged skin & tear it further apart. Will bet that he takes perverse pleasure in getting Paris' blood on his hands after countless nights spent fantasizing seeing it spill.

"Does it hurt?" Odysseus, man who knows so very much, asks.

"Yes." Paris settles on honesty. He has no energy for anything else.

"What was she like?" there, a hint of vulnerability from him too.

Paris could say nothing. But then, he would be left with nothing, not even this artfully crafted moment of superficial care.

So he tells Odysseus everything. He spares no details. And Paris doesn't need Aphrodite's blessing to know that with every word, Odysseus falls in love with Penelope all over again.

[maraschinotopped]

hello brothership fandom. today i present you with the first proper to-be-multi-fic ive written in ages: 'a one-sided bond'. it is about cozette and whatever the fuck shes going through mentally after the end of brothership, through the eyes of literally everybody but cozette. so you can get the true experience of prying her emotional state out of her as god intended. oh and reclusas back too. hes the reason any of this is happening. yay <3

you can go read the first chapter here. more chapters to be released hopefully in some semblance of time.

it is on google docs because ive never posted anything to ao3 in my entire life. and i never created an account on there in the first place. sue me.

a more fancy, proper summary under the cut:

Cozette is, above all else, a conformer to expectations.

She understands that everybody expects her to return to her Wattanist duties, what she dedicated her life to do. What she was brainwashed to break away from, they say. She knows the reality- it haunts mercilessly, eating away at her- but its easier to accept what other people tell her is true rather than face it. So, she rewrites the truth in her mind. She takes up her Wattanist duties once again, and falls into a familiar routine..

...for all of two days, before Reclusa inexplicably reappears and she can feel herself unravel from the inside out due to the implications.

[faynthearted]

wait — are you for real. did zheng xi really call jian yi an artist in this update? or was it a chinese metaphor/saying that doesn’t really have a direct translation in english? or maybe is he talking about the cooking class that jian yi mentioned a few chapters ago?

[kiras-law]

dn au where lawlight are both cannibalists . light is kira , a cannibalistic serial killer thats been on a rampage for multiple years . L is the detective thats chasing him , who also has a penchant for human flesh . he gets his meals in less cruel ways (watari does his dirty work) . what if we were both evil and ate people . what if we ate each other . and also are evil .

[cornertheculprit]

just an observation of sorts but i don't think i've ever seen as much unsolicited criticism (seemingly constructive criticism but criticism nonetheless) in a fanfiction's comment section as i have in the ace attorney fandom. like i'll read a fic and scroll down to the comment section and seven times out of ten there's just somebody picking the fic apart when literally nobody asked. what's up with that. at that point just click the back button bro c'mon now

[fuzzythia]

“Baby’s need breaks too.” || small agere agathrio fic <3

— summary: Rio’s been working all day, and comes home and tries to work even more, of course Agatha Isn’t having any of that and she wants her baby to relax.

— A/N: sorry if it’s a bit messy! haven’t written in a bit, and it’s 3 am… I just had the urge!! (felt cute, might delete idk tho😋)

“Agatha… I don’t need it today, it’s okay, I’m fine, love.” Rio sighed out her lip slightly bruised from the way she kept biting them. It was late, the the room was dim, but lit. Rio’s eye bags seemed to have darkened even more from previous days, Agatha coukd tell. Rio’s eyes glanced to the side, a bit flushed feeling Agatha glancing over at her, worry lingering in the older woman.

The two were in the middle of their bedroom, Rio over to the side of the room, sprawling all of her messy belongings towards a case she was working on at home on the desk the two shared, it was so like her to bring work home with her, Agatha of course knew that feeling, she was the same way. She tutted at the other girl softly,

“Rio cut the crap baby, Guppy is getting lonely without her Rio cuddling her, and I think I have a good story to tell you for bedtime tonight…” Agatha said walking over to the side where Rio was, the soft light and dark blue shark plush in her hands as she playfully opened the fins as if they were to try and hug the younger.

Agatha watched over Rio’s messy workspace as she frowned, fake pouting at Rio, “Don’t you want to regress just for the night? Cuddle up with mama? I know my sweet girl wants it…” Agatha said her voice resemblance to the softest dreams, Rio felt the fuzziness creep in as she chewed the inside of her cheek, her chest tightening a bit as she tried to push off the regression, not tonight — she couldn’t, she wasn’t slipping, she needed to finish!

“Don’ need it, I—I need to finish this case work— Almost done an d—“

“What did we say about finger biting, lovebug?”

Rio’s face felt flushed as she realized she was in fact biting her thumb, pushing it out of her mouth as she mumbled, “Wasn’t biting anything, just… was distracted!” She whined, Rio was definitely not winning this battle.

“Vidal.” Agatha said, her tone growing stern, but her voice still soft with worry, “Take a break from the work baby, you haven’t been sleeping, I can tell, come over here.”

Rio’s eyes Finally darted towards the other as her bottom lip jutted out, she felt herself slip into little space as she sighed, Agatha was right, and at that moment all she felt like she needed was her mama. Agatha opened out her arms waiting for the other as Rio slowly walked over, placing herself onto Agatha’s lap, as the caregiver smiled and wrapped her arms around her little, “There my little bug. You ready for that story Mama told you about?” Agatha grinned as she gently rocked Rio before the small girl nodded back.

“‘M’ ready…” Rio whispered as Agatha giggled, a soft snort coming out of the older’s mouth. “Geez, you can be so stubborn sometimes pumpkin, but luring you in my arms always works… let’s get you settled baby…”

[grayscale-sparks]

no way in hell that skip is healthy

[qoldenskies]

Babagril I adore clipped wings and you are feeding my insatiable hunger for heavy angst and impeccable writing but I am a littol concerned about how fast you're putting chapters out recently. I know they've been on the shorter side compared to the beginning but plase don't push yourself too hard okies? We can wait, I just don't want you getting burnt out or something :(

Also you are so meanies to us why must Donnie constantly go through the horrors its the fic ive always craved and I am sobbing, thank youuu

hey hey im fine!! i should probably clarify that im genuinely just a fast writer and im. yknow. an unemployed 18 year old who doesnt have much to do other than stuff like this, and im fed and moved along by all the praise and kindness. you dont have to worry about me!! honestly a HUGE thing im aiming for while writing CW is the joy of getting to complete something, i actually crank these chapters out in like a sitting if im in a good mood LOL (theyre kind of scrappy, but im trying to combat my perfectionism. pretty much every time ive said im gonna take a bit i find myself too excited to, ive got a big hyperfixation on CC at the moment and all of the good reception has gotten me even more hyped bghdghfh. you have NO idea how much i stare at the fanart you guys have made for me ily....). for my next project i plan on writing a lot in advance and pacing myself better (especially because i want to do longer chapters for it), but for CW im happy to just speed through!!

^^ helped along by the fact that im trying to avoid making chapters long for the sake of it now. i dont really have a goal in mind for wordcount with this next set, because i think i want to think in what progresses more than that

and thank you!! teehee the thing i want to move to next is so much sillier but i do enjoy taking a real good dip into The Horrors....... not sure where i'll be going after wwww but its planned to be a HUGE undertaking anyway. but i will probably be returning to the horrors. and maybe CVD ive missed her my love

[evverest]

Hi there, for anyone who read i want to drink your water, I have a little bite sized treat for you. I wrote this in the midst of writing chapter two, and it's been sitting in my drafts doing nothing for six months, so I figured I'd throw it on here.

Gale's POV on showing up at the bar the second time, and Karlach being a good friend. 1.5k words.

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The bar looks exactly like Gale remembers it, and it would make him nauseous, if he wasn’t already. As it is, he’s been standing outside the door for nearly ten minutes, trying to convince himself to go inside, and all he’s managed to accomplish so far is hyperventilation.

It seems like a really bad idea, is the thing. Clove could have any number of reactions to seeing him, and he doesn’t think she would want to have any of them in front of all her customers.

But what else is he supposed to do? He can show up here, or he can give up. 

He is not giving up, and he got this far, so he pushes the door open. 

Clove isn’t here. That much is obvious immediately.

He recognizes one of the bartenders who was here last time. She served him a shot. Clove seemed to like her. The boss, he thinks. There is another bartender he doesn’t recognize, with jet black hair and a sour expression. The bar is busy. 

The woman he recognizes looks up, just for a moment, and meets his eye. It’s brief,  but Gale could swear he sees a spark of recognition in her eyes before she turns back to her work.

It’s something. Someone who knows her, at least, and it’s enough to keep him here. He squeezes into the only available spot on her side of the bar, and settles in to wait. 

Gale didn’t pay much attention to the bar itself the last time he was here, and the details of the interior are still mostly foreign to him, but its atmosphere still stirs him, and the memories flooding back to him now of what he did pay attention to that night are vivid.

Clove looked so intrigued by him when he sat down–a flattery that went straight to his groin–but really, for all her bluntness, she was quite shy to start off with. Not meek, or particularly soft spoken, or afraid, just… coy. Like she knew she would pull him in just by existing, and she did. 

Being wanted by her had felt like a drug. The way she asked him to stay at her bar, the way she flirted, the way she caught him staring every single time, and the way she stared back. He can still feel the warmth of it, the heat of her, the potency of her attention. 

Then, beyond all of that, she cared. Immediately, easily, naturally. She seemed to worry so deeply for him when he told her about Mystra. She barely knew him, and he was pretty sure she would have dug him a way out with a shovel if she could have. 

And she… kind of did.

Gale blinks back to the present. Clove is not here. This line of thinking will only end poorly.

The bartender is too busy to get to him for a while, but she keeps glancing at him, eyes flickering his direction often enough to make his cheeks burn at the distinct feeling that he is known. Eventually, she starts turning around to hunch over the back counter every so often, and he can’t quite make out what she’s doing. Then finally, she turns to him, and he sees her slip her phone into her pocket. 

His throat goes dry. 

“Hey,” she says, with a little nod, eyeing him like he’s the most interesting thing to sit at her bar in months, but in a distinctly different way from how Clove did. “How’s it going?” 

“Um,” he says, mind going blank. “I’m… I’m alright. You? How are you, I mean?” 

The woman doesn’t smile. She doesn’t even look amused. She just looks… concerned, brow furrowed. 

“Apologies. I’m usually better at this,” he adds in a small voice. 

She recovers with an easy smile. “What, at introductions?”

“Well… yes.”

“No worries. People come in here all kinds of discombobulated. It takes more than a weird start to throw me. I’m Karlach, by the way.”

“Gale,” he replies weakly.

It’s subtle, but he doesn’t miss the way her eyes flash, and then narrow slightly. He is hit with the sudden, overwhelming, instinctual urge to leave. He needs to get out. She knows him, which means she more than likely hates his guts. Why would he still be welcome here? Why did he stay? What made this seem like a good idea?

“Nice to meet ya, Gale,” the woman continues smoothly. “Are you looking for a drink?” 

Gale glances back over his shoulder at the door, the urge to flee growing ever more potent. “Er, maybe not, I’m not… I’m sorry, I’m not sure anymore, I think maybe I’ll just–”

Karlach clicks her tongue, fingers drumming on the bar top. “Nah, I think you need one, actually. Hold on, I know just the thing.” 

As she works, Gale sees her phone light up in her pocket. He can hear it buzzing. A phone call. She ignores it. She makes him a drink at the speed of light, what he thinks is an old fashioned, and slides it across the bar to him. She looks like she is thinking very hard, studying him like an insect, trying to make some sort of decision. Gale starts to sweat, but she doesn't take long.

“Alright, now that you’ve got a drink to nurse, and I’ve told you that it’s on the house so you owe me just the tiniest bit of a favor, I’m gonna hit you with a curve-ball, and I want you to promise me you’ll keep your ass on that stool.”

Gale is going to throw up, but he nods. 

“Are you here for Clove?” 

Horrifyingly, tears well in his eyes as he nods again. Karlach’s eyes widen for a moment, and then she softens, giving him a sympathetic smile. She’s trying so hard not to scare him. Why is she being so kind? He has done nothing to deserve her kindness.

“Hey, nobody in this bar is mad at you, mate,” she says gently, like she read his mind. “You’re not in trouble, but if I go make a phone call real quick, I need you to promise me, out loud this time, that you’re gonna be in that seat when I get back.”

A phone call. To Clove. To, presumably, tell her he is here. If that was Clove calling Karlach just now, she might already know. He can feel his heart pounding all the way in his toes.

“I promise,” he manages.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

She taps the other bartender on the shoulder, murmurs something to her, then disappears into the back. 

Something in his brain tells him that she’s not gone long, but it may as well be another eight months. She probably made him a really good old fashioned, and it’s a shame he can’t taste it, because they’re one of his favorite drinks. She had him all figured out from the start.

He’s an open book, apparently. At least, in this bar he is.

Despite how long it feels like Karlach is gone for, Gale still starts when she reappears. She catches it, and the concern comes back to her face.

“Are you alright, dude? Like, genuinely. Aside from what’s happening right now.”

Gale feels compelled not to lie to this woman, who clearly trying her very best to help him. “Um. No. Not particularly. I’ve had… a long week.” 

“Ah. I’ve had those.”

Gale just stares at his drink.

“Are you sure you’re up for this? She’s already on her way.” 

Don’t throw up.

“Yes,” he says definitively. He’s not giving this up. He’s not waiting any longer.

Karlach nods, not quite like she believes him, but like she knows that the answer doesn’t actually matter. Then, she leans forward and snatches his drink away. “Okay. I’m gonna put you in the back, for privacy or whatever, but I don’t want the whole bar to see me let a customer into the back, so you gotta do me a favor. Go outside, go right, walk like thirty feet down the side of the building. There’s a back door; I’ll let you in.”

Gale feels distinctly like he is participating in a drug deal. He nods. “Alright.” 

She raises his drink to him. “This will meet you back there too,” she says with a wink, and then she leaves, and Gale assumes that is his cue. 

She opens the door as soon as he reaches it. “You can sit in my desk chair, if you want,” she says with a shrug as he sets down his backpack and takes his drink back. “It’ll probably just be a few minutes. I think she’s, uh, walking kind of fast.”

This comment makes Gale smile reflexively, and Karlach grins back at him. “Hey, he smiles!”

This finally makes him laugh. 

“You are a very kind person, Karlach.” 

She tilts her head, considering him. “Nah, I just think you’re a good egg. Clove talked about you like you were, and now that I’ve met you, I agree. I’m glad you showed up.” 

“I’m relieved to hear that,” Gale says, struggling to maintain his composure. “Thank you.” 

Karlach shoots him a small smile, and leaves silently.

A good egg. 

Is that how Clove described him?

[keikaru]

​I forgot I took a screenshot of them during one of the event thingies! But I wish FGO could have more servant interactions outside their usual groups (for example, Round Table Knights, authors, etc). Would love to see more events like Aeaean Spring Breeze.

That said, feel free to check out my Arjuna and Andersen fic, A Chariot of Starlight, I wrote a few years back for a FGO zine! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

[sysig]

Party (group) party (celebratory)! (Patreon)

[lyxchen]

Y'all it's so bad, I had this idea for a Sangihun comic thing yesterday and I wasn't able to even sketch it so now I keep thinking about it and I need to concentrate on work