#Fanfic maybe

[profoundlyfaded]

I’m currently toying with fanfic for my main Gale x Tav ‘canon’ playthrough with Ayressa but it’s been years since I’ve written, still, I quite like this wee segment from their first meeting and I wanted to share even if I don’t ever really write much more than this…

‘Look, dead goblins, could have supplies,’ remarked Shadowheart as they reached an actual patch of road.

Ayressa turned to look but a glimmer caught her eye. Purple glinting through foliage, twinkling out like a beacon.

‘Look at that,’ she said to Shadowheart, pointing at the spot. ‘Magic, of some sort.’

‘Do we really want to go toying with random magic on the edge of a Mind Flayer crash site?’ She asked as Ayressa began to move towards it.

‘It magic from the Weave,’ Ayressa replied. ‘Wizard’s magic.’

‘How can you tell?’

‘The resonance,’ Ayressa said as she began to pick her way toward it. ‘All magic casters access the Weave in some form or another to perform their spells and I sense that as a resonance in the air; wizards feel like they’re plucking it, like playing a lyre while sorcerers seem to bounce off it like a thunder wave, other bards sound like they’re singing, its almost siren like.’

‘That sounds... Is that normal?’

Ayressa paused and tilted her head. ‘I’ve never stopped to consider if it is or isn’t,’ she admitted. ‘Even if it is, it’s different for everyone like how some people think in words and others in pictures.’

‘And you’re certain,’ said Shadowheart, ‘that

this is Wizard magic.’

‘Yes,’ Ayressa replied, a swirling portal causing wind to roar in her ears.

‘Looks dangerous.’

‘Yes,’ said Ayressa as she approached it. She raised her hand, trying to feel for the pull of magic and listening for its harmony around the din of its malfunction.

‘A hand, anyone?’

Reality snapped back to her and in the swirling mass was an outstretched hand; male, large and slightly calloused but otherwise pretty well manicured and beyond that a purple robe.

‘Anyone?’ Came the voice again.

She glanced at Shadowheart, who had lifted her mace. Ayressa slapped at the hand, more to assure herself it was real and not some indicator that she was about to transform.

‘Ow,’ exclaimed the person on the other end of hand. ‘Perhaps I should have clarified; a helping hand, anyone?’

Definitely real. And definitely a wizard. ‘Who are you?’ She asked when her wits returned.

‘Just your average traveller stuck between realms. Pull me out and we’ll get properly introduced.’

Ayressa looked at Shadowheart again. The Cleric shrugged but had lowered her mace so Ayressa stretched out her mind again finding the harmony of the spell then began countering it, drawing on the song of sleep she had just used to hush the devourers.

‘Whatever you are doing,’ exclaimed the hand, ‘it’s working wonders. Now a quick pull should do the trick.’

Keeping the song going, she grabbed onto his wrist. Ayressa was hardly the strongest woman alive but the lessening of the torrent of magic might be enough for the wizard to push himself out while she pulled. She hoped so anyway. She braced, then with all her might, tugged using her whole body. It was like pulling at a stubborn wine stopper, and she tugged again while focusing down on the song of sleep and gritting out ‘let him go.’

Then, like a cork becoming free, Ayressa tumbled back as brown haired man came flying out the portal. By the grace of Shadowheart grabbing her, Ayressa did not fall to the ground but the man landed on his hands and knees taking a deep breaths as the portal shut behind him.

‘Well,’ mused Shadowheart as they watched. ‘I’ve heard you can’t get blood from a stone but you can apparently get a wizard.’

‘Very good,’ replied the man as he got to his feet and brushed himself down. ‘Hello, I’m Gale of Waterdeep. Apologies, I’m usually better at this,’ he continued, grabbing Ayressa’s hand to shake.

‘At introductions?’ She asked, slightly dazed by the experience.

‘At magic,’ Gale of Waterdeep said with a slightly sheepish inflection to his voice while his brown eyes tracked over her face, lingering her eyes, jaw and nose. ‘But I know you don’t I, in a manner of speaking, you were on the natualoid, weren’t you?’

His inspection of her face left Ayressa wanting to reach up and touch it, scared for a moment that something had changed. But she registered his gaze was unconcerned, more curious as he tried to place her in his memory of the last few hours. She didn’t recall seeing him and she was sure she would remember.

‘Never mind that,’ she said, ‘how did you get stuck in that stone? You could have died if the portal had closed.’

A pained expression crossed his face, one that Ayressa had seen on many a wizard when their magic was not up to scratch.

‘I don’t know what transpired exactly,’ he admitted, ‘but the ship broke into pieces and suddenly I found myself in free fall.’He spoke with a flourish of his hands skyward and she ended up following his line of sight to quiet blue sky above them. ‘As I plummeting towards certain death, I spied a glimmer of quite near to where I estimated my body to impact with less than savoury propulsion, recognising this glimmer to be magical in nature, I reached out with a Weaving of words and found myself on the other side, as it were.’

He was quite the raconteur; his choice of words had a slightly mesmerising effect on Ayressa but then as a Bard she always enjoyed someone who has a way with words. It helped that he fell into her definition of handsome despite it not being the time for such thoughts.

‘How about you? How did you survive?’

‘Took control of the ship, landed it safely and saved the day,’ she replied without beat and ignoring huff of frustration behind her. ‘She’s just jealous she missed it as well.’

Gale peered over Ayressa’s shoulder, taking in the burning remains and chewed up landscape. ‘The vast, burning wreckage behind you somewhat contradicts your story,’ he replied with a gentle air of playfulness, ‘but here you stand, so who am I to argue.’

Ayressa couldn’t help the tug at her lips at the gentle humour.

‘Swashbuckling heroics aside, I have the unfortunate suspicion your survival is still very much in jeopardy. Back on the ship you too were on the receiving end of a rather unwelcome insertion in the ocular region.’

As he pointed to his eye, her unwelcome insertion squirmed, reminding her it was there, burrowing away, potentially changing her.

‘I couldn’t have put it more repellently myself,’ she remarked against a sense of rising nausea and desire to claw out her eye.

‘No use sugarcoating it, is there? This insertee we speak of, this parasite, are you aware that after a period of excruciating gestation it will turn us into Mind Flayers?’

As she nodded, he continued, ‘it’s a process known as ceremorphousis and let me assure you, it is to be avoided.’

‘I think we’ve all established that much,’ Shadowheart drawled, crossing her arms with a clinking of metal clearly bored of the near monologue Gale was subjecting them too.

His attention turned on her for the first time. As he had done some with Ayressa, he looked her over, perhaps looking for signs of ceremorphousis. His eyes lit up a little. ‘You don’t happen to be a Cleric?’

‘You seem to know enough about our condition to realise it’s beyond most Cleric’s skills,’ she said gently.

‘Most, no doubt, but I find myself hoping to be in the presence of the few. You don’t happen to be one of them, do you?’

‘No,’ Shadowheart replied firmly.

‘And what about you?’ Returning his attention back to Ayressa. ‘Cleric? Doctor? Uncannily adroit with a knitting needle?’

‘Alien parasites are a little out of my usual skill set,’ Ayressa replied, ‘but if you scraped your knee when you fell? I’ve got you covered.’

A smile tilted on Gale’s lips with a soft huff of amusement. ‘As we’ve established, few enough can. It’s not exactly a common affliction. How about we lend one another a helping hand again and look for a healer together? A wizard is excellent company to keep when there could be danger around the next corner.’

‘Why not,’ she said, turning to Shadowheart. ‘We need all the help we can get.’

‘Most excellent, a parasite shared is a parasite halved, or something to that effect and before you think you’re embarking on a journey with ill mannered a man; thank you for pulling me out of that stone. It was an act of foresighted kindness, I assure you and I expect ample opportunity will reveal itself for me to return to the favour.’

‘Well good to have you with us, I’m Ayressa and this is Shadowheart. We need to good spot to camp. I don’t think I can go any further today.’

[fumitori-forced-me]

As Tsubakura goes around in Mugenri, they become vaugely more and more Tsurubami-like, untill they forget themselves as "Tsubakura." But one day, one day, they meet a oracle, who showed them a world-- a world that has something that they lost in the previous one, their mother.

They remeber. They remeber the times before mugenri, the times before her death. They become engrossed in coming back, back before they ruled, back before where it all went wrong.

They decided to sacrifice everything- their relations in Mugenri, their power in Mugenri, and the most nessary- theirself from that world. When that was all said and done, it was a disaster. It was a world without the Shitodos, and Suzumi was the same as ever. The only thing remaining-- was their mother.

[theydrewfirst]

Is it just me but who would wanna be in a poly relationship with Johnny Blaze/Ghost Rider and Al Simmions/Spawn-

Asking because I’m making a fic about it

[nerdyenby]

I am going to put logan and yukio in aos and no one can stop me

[birdy-babe]

Blitzøs entire life spent being unwanted. So he adapted, and learned how to be something needed, something to be used.

Which is why I think he firmly believes he is being used by Stolas. He simply cannot fathom a different reality, one in which he is wanted for once in his life.

[ineffable-doll]

Breaking news! Fic author starts writing a fic thinking it will be short and it turns out to be long! It is not the first time nor will it be the last!

[erinwantstowrite]

while im here im going to try and convince you guys to write more "Tim Drake joining the Batfam late" aus because it's underrepresented

like, i love the fics where he joins early. that's cute! but a fic where he joins late for whatever reason??? i eat it up like a cat starved for attention. i want Tim Drake being the "perfect" heir to Drake Industries and being known as the polite, well adjusted young man that everyone knows. and then turn around and find out that Tim has not only been stalking the Bats under their radar since he was, what, 9 years old? but on top of that, he's started solving cases that they can't get to. Tim who stalked so hard he learned where they learned their martial arts and went "backpacking across europe" only to have actually been learning from Shiva. Tim who has become an urban legend to the Batfam because they can't tell if this vigilante exists or not, since they never catch him, they don't have footage on him, etc. Or if they DO know him, they don't even think to put Tim Drake in the suspect pool because Tim Drake whined for an hour when he broke a nail at a charity event once. the kid is smart, sure, but he's not going out at night fighting crime and solving cases that Batman didn't know about yet.

even better if Tim named his vigilante persona an adjacent name to the Robin mantle. him knowing he can't BE Robin (perhaps Jason hadn't died in this au) but he could be a hero that helps them from the shadows

and obviously he makes a mistake of some kind... maybe he saves someone at an event as Tim Drake and Bruce sees how little hesitation he had. or maybe he gets injured and can't get up himself, and that's when a Bat or a Robin or someone finds this vigilante they almost thought was a myth: bloody, broken, and needing help. pick him up and take him home and then there are endless possibilities to what happens next but the ending BETTER be Tim finding his home with his people

[vamppvania]

there actually has been a lot of good batman comics recently, mixed in with the Bad Shit but it's still there! If only DC would let go of the abelism and homophobia that surrounds jokers character can you imagine the world we'd live in. If tkj was buried and jokers potential as a really complex, layered and Emotional character representing the abused and disenfranchised of gotham grew instead. Peace and love on planet earth

[ghost-bxrd]

Prompt:

After some very eventful weeks of Jason’s debut as the Red Hood he takes a well deserved night off and decides to crash in one of his safe houses.

He did not count on one of the Bats finding him there.

So to keep his plans from being torpedoed entirely Jason goes with the split second decision of pretending he was held captive by the Red Hood.

[turtleofthehollow]

I need someone to write fanfiction of Lucifer and Alastor making a deal, but Luci botches the wording of the deal so bad that they end up married instead, and neither of them know how to break the deal, so they're just stuck like this until further notice

You can't tell me it wouldn't be in character for him!

UPDATE: It has been written! Check out the reblogs for the link!

[zephyrchama]

[Thoughts about an MC who gets periods]

Getting periods in the Devildom must be pretty rough. Demons probably don’t get them, and the number of humans freely wandering around has to be incredibly low. If MC takes the form of a sheep then they likely don't have to deal with it immediately, but eventually that's going to wear off and they'll revert back to a human. Does the Devildom even have pads and tampons for sale?

MC might have to sheepishly ask Barbatos if he can acquire some in bulk from the human world. Barbatos would remain professional as always when inquiring about the use of these products and their role in daily life. He'd have to report it to the prince. They're both aware of what periods are, but only in a vague "oh yeah, humans do that" kind of way. (Perhaps in the future, Lucifer could use his secret Akuzon account to order more?)

There's surely some plant or potion that prevents them, but they're not meant for long term use. Probably tastes nasty over time and covers human skin in a weird oozing rash if consumed too often.

A month or two into the exchange program, MC might have to call up Solomon for aid.

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“Can you help me with something?”

Solomon, not too interested in MC yet, agrees just to be amicable with his fellow human exchange student. They must be scared! They must be missing humans! “Is something on your mind?”

“You know how to do magic, right?”

What a silly question. It’s almost refreshing to hear. “I do.”

“Do you know… like, uh, smell…? Reducing magic? Something to cover up smells? Without being obvious, I mean. I feel like I stink and I was really hoping you could help me figure something out.”

How cute, he thinks. He can’t quite remember the time when he smelled fully human anymore, and he can’t really smell the distinct odor on people that demons can, but he knows demons can easily sniff out a human from afar. “Oh, don’t worry about that. It should go away on its own as you spend time here.”

MC isn’t convinced. “I don’t think it will…”

“Trust me. How are you finding Devildom cuisine? I know you’re not used to it, but eating more will help you adjust. I can whip up a few simpler dishes for you to try if you need help.”

MC is silent for a bit. Solomon thinks his job is done until they say quietly, “that’s not the problem.”

“What?”

“I’m pretty sure the brothers I live with can smell, uh, my cycle.” No use being coy about it, better get straight to the point. “They stare at me when I’m on my period. I think - no, I know - they can smell the blood. I’ve seen them sniff the air when I’m around. It's weird. And I can’t exactly stop it from happening every month.”

“Oh.” Now it’s Solomon’s turn to be quiet. He’s embarrassed and surprised, a little humbled, and also really interested in this problem. It’s not something he’s ever thought about before.

MC continues, “I think they can tell when I’m ovulating too, Asmo started lingering around more often, and Lucifer looked scarier than usual, and they all stare more, and-”

“I think I get it.” Solomon can’t stop his face from turning pink. Despite his usual grin, he doesn't think he’s ready to listen to the rest of MC’s sentence.

There should be an easy solution, but it’s something that warrants testing if MC doesn’t want the brothers noticing a sudden spell cast upon them. It could get mistaken for something malicious. Solomon says, “I might be able to help. Can you come over today?”

[plumadesatada]

just remembered a fic on AO3 (or more likely LJ because it had that distinct late 00's experimental vibe) that appeared double-spaced oddly, in that some paragraphs would be spaced normally and others would have double or even triple spaces in between. it was about one half of the otp getting over the other's death (or coma, can't remember which), so all the comments were about how poignant the use of visual spacing was as a means to convey all the emotional holes in the character's life.

and then the author replied like... *giggle* guys it's NOT double spaced. try selecting the whole text

and we were all like "no WAY"

but we selected the text, and yes!!!

the "holes" in the story? they were actually lines and actions from the dead/coma character's ghost, rendered invisible to the eye by the simple trick of coloring the text the exact same as the background, revealed by nothing more than a click and a drag of the mouse

a story about the profound loneliness of losing your the partner of your life and having to make do without them, without anything to fill the holes they'd left behind, suddenly became a story about the profound helplessness of seeing someone you love suffer from your absence while you are right there, unable to do anything about it, unable to communicate that you love them enough to suffer unseen and unheard with them, just to keep them company they'll never know about

it was then that I truly realized how *superior* the digital medium is to plain printed paper, how the medium and the format can add to a story.

I think about that fic about once a year. I wish I could find it again

EDIT: FOUND IT!!!! UPDATE HERE

[icedcoffeebabyy]

I fear no fancast will ever match how sexy Sirius Black actually is.

[simper-maximus]

Just a reminder for fanfic authors:

Fanfiction will ALWAYS be superior to character.ai

Please don't ever stop writing!!

[latelierderiot]

my humble offering to my new obsession 🤲

and without the mask!

[sp0o0kylights]

A Steve who cannot buy his boyfriend Eddie's movie tickets all time, take him out to bi weekly dinners, or even publicly win him a teddy bear at the fair is a Steve who pivots, and starts making trips the the closest hobby store.

The bigger one, that sells more than just a handful of D&D manuals.

The guys who hang around there are initially confused--the sports guy who should clearly be buying sports cards is instead coming in once a month to load up on everything from fantasy books to new dice. Clearly he has to be a nerd in disguise.

Yet when one brave soul casually asked what his preferred game was he said basketball, like a total normie.

Finally after a full year of this, the guy opens the door to the shop, but for once doesn't step in. Instead, Eddie steps through and gasps, before spinning and loudly accusing Steve of hiding the store from him.

"It's not my fault you refuse to drive this far out." Steve fires right back but there's a smile on his face, and the stores entire crew watch in awe as Steve follows Eddie around.

Steve is always careful in Hawkins, when it comes to not acting like they're in a relationship but its hard in the moment, and he's not as careful as he should be.

Eddie brings an entire armload of things to the front of the store and Steve insists on paying because;

"It's your birthday man, I'm not gonna make you pay for your own presents."

They leave, the two of them practically floating, leaving behind a bewildered group of people who immediately start arguing whether or not they heard the weird sporty guy call the metalhead "baby."