#That's the fic

[transingthoseformers]

Soundwave, absolutely ecstatic to be pregnant: 🥰🥰🥰

Starscream, who is absolutely confuddled about Soundwave: ?????????

Knockout: I'm not sure biology is supposed to work like this but hey it's Soundwave, we're always learning new things about him

[whatwooshkai]

every day I resist the urge to start posting the new megop fic because. I am writing the fic I want to read and I want everyone to read it too but like. I'm halfway through writing the second chapter and I keep telling myself I don't have enough to post so uh here.

[theresthesnitch]

Watchdog: See Moony Come

Remus's dog likes to watch.

Read it here on AO3.

[thirsty-flygirl]

Unwritten Fics That Live in My Head™️

Santi is your ex-husband, and he shows up at your front door one day after the events of TF. You help him work through his guilt, feelings of inadequacy, etc. You slowly fall back in love.

You may have slept with Frankie after your divorce.

[blackjackkent]

🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

(ask game for teasing wips/upcoming projects)

Hmmmmmm. I have a couple bits of romantic fluff drifting around, but here's a bit of more platonic fluffiness from a slice-of-camp-life fic that I've had sitting unfinished for a while. XD

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She must have fallen back asleep once Hector left, because when she next opens her eyes, the sun is much higher in the sky. There's a hot bar of daylight cutting through the tent flap and cooking her hip while the rest of her is in shadow.

With a grunt, she rolls herself onto her knees and starts getting dressed.  

“Ah, hello and good morning!” Gale calls with a good-natured grin as she emerges from the tent. “Welcome to the realm of mud.”

“Holy fuck, no kidding.” She laughs, looking around. The abandoned farm where they’ve made camp is ankle-deep muck. Gale has dried a long pathway around the fire and between the tents, but the surrounding ground is a filthy wasteland that bears only the slightest relation to its former life as a farmyard. Experimentally, Karlach takes a step off the makeshift path and grins at the sucking sound her boot makes as it squishes into the mud. “Nice. Like punching a lemure.”

“Well, you’d know better than I.” Gale sits down next to the fire and peers into one of the supply bags pensively. “I'm sure Rivington is an absolutely lovely destination in the general run of things, but our first few days have been altogether too damp for my liking. I think I speak for everyone when I say I am displeased with the accommodations.”

“I dunno. I've kind of liked it,” Karlach says with a crooked grin. “Cold rain's a nice balm on the old engine, and the Hells never had much of it.”

“That's the spirit,” Wyll puts in good-naturedly. He's sitting in the flap of his tent in trousers and undershirt, pulling his boots on. “At the very least, it's a nice change of pace from the Shadow-Cursed Lands.”

“Anything would be,” Shadowheart murmurs. She’s sitting near Gale at the fire, her knees drawn up to her chest, staring into the flames pensively.

Karlach cocks her head to one side, then drops down to sit next to her.“You doing all right?” she adds in a lower voice. 

Shadowheart flinches slightly at the question. “I'm fine,” she answers, too sharply. 

No way she's fine of course. No one falls into the Shadowfell, turns on their goddess, and gets dragged through a torment dimension, and then comes out fine. Fine people don't chop their hair up and dye it white overnight. Fine people don't go completely silent for the whole journey to the city. 

But Karlach has plenty of experience being not-fine herself, and she knows there's no point in trying to talk about it before Shadowheart is ready. So she just smiles. “Good,” she says mildly. Then, louder - “What’s for breakfast, Gale?”

“Cheese!” Gale says brightly. “About all we’ve got left - and just on the edge of turning, too.”

[onceabluemoonwrites]

Dominoes (Falling Into Place) my #Ruanmei and #Qinggque fic! Having Ruan Mei for a sister isn't the easiest thing with the expectations people consequently have for Qingque, but she knows that her sister always has her back! A what-if #hsr fic!

Read it here!

[midnightmarev]

Hi Tumblr, how are we? How about I post snippets of an alien!Syndicate fic I'm writing here from time to time >:3

Phil is just gonna be a pathetic little human man adopting aliens cuz I said so.

Snippet:

"Now, don’t get him wrong, Phil absolutely despised his old life. Being stuck in a nine-to-five desk job simply to keep a roof over his head and food on his table-for-one was the fucking worst; he had no friends, only acquaintances and distant relatives he couldn’t give less than a fuck about. It was slowly killing him. But he would literally do anything to get that back now.

Anything to be slowly dying again at his own hand instead of very obviously quickly dying but being kept alive by outside forces.

Alright, I think we’re all a bit confused as to what’s happened and what’s going on right now, so how about we turn back time a few Earthen months, ey?"

[gearbox-doll]

Hey who wants to hear about my nischa angst fic

[baejax-the-great]

Bronze

Achilles x Patroclus | E | 3k words | AO3

For @patrochillesweek day 4: fluff

“Tell me the name.”

Patroclus presses his lips together, savoring this last undisclosed piece of news as he holds it away from Achilles. “You will never guess.”

“Achilles,” he proposes flatly, and Patroclus laughs, burying his face in Achilles’ shoulder.

“Alright, it’s not that bad.”

“Tell me.”

Now he smiles, pink tongue and white teeth bright between his dark beard. “Eurysaces.”

Achilles cannot tell if he is joking. “Did you hear them wrong? A trick the women played on you.”

“I heard it from the father himself. He was very proud to declare it.”

Achilles sits all the way up. “Eurysaces?” he repeats.

Patroclus nods, failing to contain his giggles as Achilles turns it over in his mind.

“He named his son after his shield?”

read the rest here

[rockitmans]

I've been told (with love) that my summary for Spinning Out is terrible but I genuinely can't think of anything better to change it to.

And I call myself a writer.

[lorbanery]

Sometimes I get the urge to do some real cringe shit like writing character study songfic like it's 2005 and we're all trawling Fan Fiction Dot Net with no idea of the doom to come.

[aparticularbandit]

pov character: let’s take this slow agatha agatha: sure narrator: they did not, in fact, take it slow

[ellsey]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: SPY x FAMILY (Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Anya Forger & Loid Forger | Twilight & Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Loid Forger | Twilight/Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess Characters: Anya Forger, Loid Forger | Twilight, Yor Briar Forger | Thorn Princess, Becky Blackbell Additional Tags: Fluff, Winter, Found Family Feels Summary:

A charity winter festival invitation from Becky causes the Forgers to reflect on their pasts and futures

A secret santa gift for Nire on the Wise HQ discord server. I had a lot of fun thinking about the idea of warmth and how it related to each of the Forgers!

[mycroftrh]

Far worse, in my opinion, than the famous “he wouldn’t fucking say that” is “he WOULD fucking say that, as part of his facade, but you seem to think he would mean it genuinely”

[jamjoob]

great heavens i haven't posted in a while