#i am not writing this i have too many wips I AM NOT WRITING THIS

[imagineitdearies]

Hey I loved loved loved your fanfiction as I’m sure everyone here did but now I, going through withdrawals I can’t find anything similar or as good as yours. So I’m curious what your favourite bg3 fanfiction are?

Hey there!! Awww, thank you ☺️ I sort of got super focused on writing PS for a while there, so I can't say I know of all The GreatsTM in this fandom. I will share what I have enjoyed/am currently reading though (almost all of it involving Astarion), but anyone else should feel free to add your favs in the comments!!

As always, please check tags and read at your own discretion!

Finished ones I've enjoyed:

Seducere by Tlon ~ Astarion/nb!Tav ~ Astarion doesn’t need a reflection to know himself – two hundred years of servitude has shown him exactly what he’s good for. Odd that his new partner seems to disagree.

Nothing is safe by foxflowering ~ Wyll/Astarion ~ "Wyll's the sort of prince-type I would have once dreamed of marrying. When I was about thirteen."

Carving through the dark by skitter ~ Astarion/f!Tav ~ Wren and Astarion descend into the Underdark in search of a new purpose, and learn a few things along the way. Namely, that healing isn't linear and sometimes love takes the long way round.

Astarion Origin Party Nonsense by starkraving ~ Astarion/Karlach; Astarion/Cazador, sort of Astarion/Wyll? ~ A collection of things that ostensibly happen in the same little mental universe. Loosely based on the events of an Origin Astarion run and the various questions it inspired. (All but one in the series is finished so I'm counting it, lol!)

All Our Missing Parts by Viraaja ~ Astarion/Halsin ~ Halsin discovers Astarion was turned before his maturity and all the sacred elven rites that come along with it. Including the sex one.

Friday Nights by SadinaSaphrite ~ Astarion/Gale ~ Professor Gale Dakarios loses his research, his magic, and his lover Mystra all at once and only has himself to blame. When he goes to drown his sorrows, he meets a pale stranger with mysteries of his own.

visions of your love by LargeOctahedron, notyournoise ~ Shadowheart/f!Tav ~ Shadowheart is tired of doubting - of feeling her heart twist whenever she looks at Tav without knowing whether they feel the same. One night, tired of sitting and hoping Tav will approach, she tries to read their mind, only to find them in a rather compromising position.

WIPs I'm following:

Palmarosa by thespectaclesofthor ~ Astarion/Raphael ~ Astarion is stuck in the darkness once more, yearning for sunlight with every fibre of his being, while bitterly reflecting on all the things that were denied to him. Raphael knows Astarion's desperate, and comes to him with not one, but two horrid contract offers that Astarion loathes and dreads in equal measure - but the prize at the end of both are too good to turn down.

To Defy the Gods by ~ Shadowheart/Tav ~ Dark Justiciar. Mother Superior. Shar's Voice Made Flesh. Her Chosen. Shadowheart had emptied her heart of falsehoods, of the illusion of life and love, and accepted the inevitability of loss. Almost.

A Dog's Retreat by ~ Halsin & Astarion, past Astarion/Cazador ~ For most, it was just the end of the Absolute. For Astarion, it was the end of two hundred years of agony. And the transition is steep and slippery. Now, all he can do is hope that there are enough pieces of him left for him to pick up and somehow put back together. Too bad hope has never been Astarion’s poison of choice.

A Warm House, A Ruddy Fire by DepravedJJJSchmidt ~ trans!Astarion/Cazador, trans!Astarion/m!Tav ~ Mr. and Mrs. Cazador Szarr have an ideal marriage. Astarion doesn't know if he will be able to survive another year of it. (And I don't know if I'll survive another chapter tbh, but like a burning building I can't look away 😬)

Alright, that's all I can think of! I'm a bit distracted all over again thanks to the original novel I'm working on now, but hopefully you find something new on this list you end up enjoying 🩵 this fandom is full of so many talented people!!

[just-barrow]

so we all agree that this is Thomas and Chris right

right

[cicerfics]

...Okay, stay with me on this. I'm having a Thought.

What if! James H. Bond, the infamous 007, gets dosed with love potion!

(No, I don't know how/why there is love potion in his vicinity. But it's the Bondverse. It doesn't have to make sense!)

Let's say some supervillain is trying to dose Bond with love potion to make him fall in love with them/their offspring/their henchperson/ whatever. For purposes of manipulation! The potion is supposed to kick in after a certain period and Bond is supposed to fall in love with whomever he sees first.

But!! Q accidentally foils these plans by being the first person Bond sees, instead of the villain!

And Bond sees Q and he's like, "Ah, there he is, the light of my life, my beloved, the man who is far too good for me, whose very shoes I am not fit to wipe. I adore him. I am going to pester him so much so I can get all his attention for myself ASAP!"

Except. This is Bond's normal thought process when he's around Q. So he notices no difference.

And then, three weeks later, Q-branch finally uncovers the villain's notes and figures out that Bond was dosed with love potion and forced into a sudden and mysterious infatuation with Q! And then everyone is demanding to know why Bond didn't say anything about all these weird feelings he must've suddenly been having!

And Bond is like, "...I didn't say anything because...I was still conducting my own investigation about what had happened? I was playing my cards close to my vest! I didn't want to give any indication that I was compromised until I knew who was to blame! Just spy things!!!"

And most of MI6 (including Q) is like, "Of course! Perfectly legitimate approach. Well done, 007. Carry on with your usual daily business while we figure out an antidote!!"

Except Moneypenny is squinting at Bond like, "...You didn't notice any difference, did you?"

And Bond is just like 🙃🙃🙃

[piningpercussionist]

transfem scott getting lots of support from ramona and kim in the early 2000's when shit's very taboo but they all 3 have a fire forged bond and lord if they aren't going to make sure they're all as happy as they can be because they've come this far and I dunno it just makes me happy all three of them

YES YES YES

It makes me very happy as well,,

Like I've said before. General Trans Scott enthusiast here- I love the idea of their little support network *violent coughing* I (we?) mean polycule *violent coughing* so fucking much.

Ramona I think has a bit of a more gentle hand with reassuring Scott with gender issues, but sometimes she just can't help herself from some pointed banter or teasing- how could you with someone so dense? (Said w affection)

And then Kim I think is more blunt. But like, in a good way mostly, you know? The kinda blunt that makes you snap to attention and go "Oh. Yeah that was silly of me." And if Ramona's started some sort of banter? Kim is SO piling on. Maybe sometimes she's a bit TOO blunt with it- but it's only because she's so firm in her support. She wants Scott to Get It Together- and be happier for it. So if some ribbing now and again is in order, then goddamnit she will do so! Anything to crack that shell.

And ohhh can you imagine how they would react to some transphobic bullshit?? Unholy terror would be driven into the offender before they walk off with an absurd amount of coins between them. I can feel it in my bones. Scott doesn't even have to lift a finger (if the transphobe is even noticed/processed at all, bc I honestly can see Scott just. Not realizing someone's being transphobic.) Kim giving someone a lashing with her tongue as distraction and then Ramona coming in with the hammer- BAM! Free Money! Paying literally with your life for your transphobia. A Better And Just World.

And of course (transfem Scott more specifically, here,) the way Scott would start to flourish under their support... cagey and maybe a little (perhaps a lot-) resistant to start- but Kim's blunt affirmations and no nonsense attitude for bullshit (which is what Scott insisting on "being cis" would be, c'mon now,) and Ramona's also low bullshit tolerance but less Stabby (bc I won't lie, that's probably how Kim's comments would feel,) assurances? Ough... My Heart... Be Still-

I would Kill for them, Your Honor-

(Ran out of tags so putting this in the body of the post- I am SO tired someone pls sound off if this isn't as coherent as I am hoping this is. I WAS trying to nap and get the extra sleep I desperately needed but the writing bug... it Bit Me.... only a little but enough to stop that process-)

[mostmagical]

Green & Red & Black

my mind has been inundated with misternette thanks to @spicysummer22's art (go LOOK) so I promised I'd write a fic

fits in canon somewhere between Passion and Elation

Ao3

Lady Noire touched down to the street, the miraculous on her finger ringing only more desperate by the second. Hurriedly, she flung herself into the alleyway with only a single cursory glance to ensure she was alone.

“Claws in,” she huffed, her transformation melting over her shortly after.

Plagg groaned despondently as she caught him in her hands. The swap had been last minute and unexpected, being that their fight with Safari had only been a few days prior. She would have thought Monarch would have come up with a better half-baked plan after that defeat, knowing she and her kitty would always figure out a way to beat him.

“Sorry, Plagg,” Marinette sighed. “I only have a strawberry macaron. Is that okay?”

He opened one green crescent eye to look at her, remaining spread eagle in her palm. “I guess it’ll do,” he agreed.

Marinette smiled and fished the snack out of her purse.

“Eat up.”

She couldn’t believe her luck. Her cataclysm had missed early on, and the battle continued. The bad timing had forced her to duck away before Chat– er, Mister Bug could even call for his lucky charm. Hopefully, he was managing out there okay on his own.

She would never forgive herself if anything happened to his pretty face while she was gone.

Plagg was taking his sweet time biting into the macaron, all the while dribbling crumbs all over her hand. It was as though the little cat kwami had no sense of urgency anywhere in his tiny body. Marinette tapped her foot impatiently.

“Can you hurry?” she worriedly asked, peeking out of the alleyway and into the open street. It was too quiet.

“I’m going as fast as I can, Pigtails,” Plagg replied with a roll of his eyes. “I swear, you kids have no idea how to savor your food.”

“Time and place, Plagg.”

“Yeah, yeah…”

Marinette cast another distracted glance out into the street. “I’m just worried about him,” she said, chewing on her lip.

“I get it,” Plagg replied around a mouthful of macaron. He made a loud gulping sound as he swallowed. “But he’s smart, you know. He can take care of himself just like you can take care of yourself.”

“Sure, sure…” She waved at him with her free hand, no longer fully listening as the air became stiller.

“Actually,” Plagg continued, chewing thoughtfully, “why are you worried about him? Since when do you–” His eyes went wide, and his chewing halted. He groaned. “Tikki wasn’t joking. It’s you, too.”

Marinette wrenched her eyes away from the street, narrowing them instead at the little cat kwami in her hands. “Me too, what?” Her face wrinkled in confusion.

Plagg opened his mouth to speak, but before he could get anything out, a wave of ladybugs passed over them.

Oh. He did it…

Marinette felt a swell of pride fill her chest for her partner. He was getting better and better at wearing her earrings. Maybe they should plan to swap every once in a while. And not just because she wanted to see him in her colors more often.

(Okay, maybe it was a little of that.)

“See?” Plagg smiled, his tiny arms placed on his hips in pride. “I told you he was fine.”

Marinette giggled at his display. She reached out her pointer finger to give him a scratch between the ears, earning herself a quiet purr. “Yes, you did,” she said. “We better get back out there to swap miraculouses again. Claws–”

“M’Lady!”

A tumble of red and black crashed into her, throwing her body hurtling towards the ground with a grunt. Marinette braced for impact, but there was none. Instead she found herself suspended in the air by two strong hands clasped around both her wrists. Slowly, she opened her screwed-shut eyes to green. 

Mister Bug stared down at her, his mouth dropped open in a gasp. 

“Ma-Marinette Dupain-Cheng?” he stuttered. (Since when does Chat Noir stutter…?)

Marinette tried to speak, but nothing came out. She could only vigorously nod her assent. Yes, that was her name, but she would have answered to anything he called her, surely. 

At her silence, Mister Bug took notice of her position, still hanging in the air by her arms. With a worried breath of air, he pulled her up, one of his hands landing on her waist and sending fire up her spine.

“I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” he fussed. His green eyes roved over her body as if checking for any scratches, despite the fact that he had saved her from feeling even a brush of the pavement.

Marinette blinked up at him, still disoriented from her near-fall and the cosmic pull of his eyes. “Don’t worry about me. I only just fell for you,” she said.

What. 

Mister Bug’s eyes widened, blinking owlishly at her as red pooled his cheeks. 

Oh, she loved how much that mask allowed her to see more of his handsome face…

Stop that!

“I mean—! Um!” Marinette scrambled to halt the unintelligible mess threatening to pour out of her mouth, but all she succeeded in doing was tying her own tongue into knots. “Don’t worry about me! You saved me! From falling!” She laughed awkwardly, punching the air with a curled fist. 

He smiled, and it was so soft and endearing that she nearly whimpered at the sight. “Yeah, I saved you. Right after I crashed into you.”

“Yeah…” she sighed dreamily. “You can crash into me any day…” She followed that one with an airy giggle.

Mister Bug’s smile curved into something more mischievous—that same flirty smile he’d toss Ladybug’s way anytime he made a pass. “Oh? And would you… provide me a safe place to land?”

Marinette’s heart stuttered in her chest, her stomach bubbling with anticipation. “Of course I would,” she replied, breathy. “Anytime.”

He stepped just a bit closer and she was so, so aware of the hand still placed on her waist, burning her skin through her clothes. She couldn’t decide if she wanted him to move it away for her sanity, or keep it there forever and let her melt away into the embers.

“What are you doing all the way out here anyway?” her bug asked, a wrinkle in his mask between his eyes to match his frown.

She wished she could smooth that wrinkle out, but instead she settled for a gulp to try to clear her dry throat. “I, uh, akuma displacement,” she answered, the usual excuse rolling off her tongue. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

“I was looking for Lady Noire, actually,” he explained. “You didn’t happen to see her pass by, did you?”

“Yes– I mean, no— Wait–” Marinette cut herself off. Her brain was already too scrambled to come up with more excuses. “I mean, yes. She, uh, passed by here. Said she needed to run home for something.”

Mister Bug tilted his head, and, god, he was so cute. She had to force herself not to whimper again.

“She said she’d meet you at the usual spot later,” she added, hoping her voice didn’t sound as shaky as she felt. For good measure, she flashed him a thumbs up.

He seemed to accept her answer. “Oh, okay.”

Marinette sighed in relief.

His smile returned. “In that case, it looks like I have some free time,” he said. “Why don’t you let this charming bug fly you home, huh?”

“I’d love to go home with you,” she responded without much thought. “I mean– I’d love for you to take me home– I, wait, uh. My house. Yes. Please.” Her whole body cringed. “Thank you.”

To her relief, Mister Bug appeared completely unbothered by her constant tumbling over words, instead just grinning wider at her. The hand on her waist moved to wrap fully around her body. Marinette only had a second to snake her arms around his neck before he had tossed his yoyo above their heads to hook on a chimney.

“Ready?” he asked, turning to look at her. Every detail in his summer green eyes glittered at her through his red and black-spotted mask, and she felt like she might melt. Oh, she loved those eyes. She loved him in that mask.

Face hot, all Marinette could do was nod at him, and then they were zipping through the air. It was impossible to tell if the swooping feeling deep in her stomach was from the flight or her proximity to the pilot. Either way, she loved the familiar safety of his arm around her back and the solid strength of his shoulders beneath her fingers.

Before she knew it—in fact, it felt like no time at all, really—they had reached her balcony, and he gently set her down on her feet.

“Well, ma cher, we’ve arrived.”

Marinette blinked up at Mister Bug, not quite ready to part from him. Nervously, she played with her still connected fingers behind his neck.

“You should stay,” she told him. “We can sit up here and chat, or you can come in. I’ll bring some chouquettes up from the bakery. It would be nice to talk to you.”

Wait… Was that too familiar? She had to remind herself that she was Marinette; she wasn’t his partner right now. Marinette couldn’t even remember if she was supposed to know that Chat Noir was Mister Bug, so what was she doing right now?

Luckily, he was seemingly totally nonplussed by her suggestion. Instead, he smiled warmly down at her, a rosy tint to his cheeks that she was sure must have mirrored her own. He opened his mouth, looking incredibly agreeable. To her displeasure, however, his earrings chose exactly that moment to protest, beeping angrily in a way that she could just imagine was Tikki’s voice chiding her.

His smile turned regretful. “I’m sorry, Marinette,” he said. “I’d love to, but I have to go.” Gloved hands gently grasped her wrists, pulling them away from his shoulders.

She mourned the loss.

Marinette’s lip stuck out in a pout. “Do you really have to go?”

“Yes, I really have to go,” he replied sadly. Then, brighter, “But if we’re going to make a date of it, at least give me time to buy you flowers first.”

Her heart skipped a beat, butterflies beating furiously inside her chest.

“Oh,” was all she could say.

Mister Bug’s grin returned at her quiet utterance. Somehow, without her noticing, one of his hands had traveled from her wrist to wind affectionately around her fingers, and he squeezed.

He bowed deeply, her hand still in his, the perfect image of a chevalier encased in red and black.

“Until next time, mademoiselle,” he purred. His lips burned like the sun as they pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. “And when I see you again, I’ll be sure to remember your rose.”

Marinette remained silent and red as he straightened to his full height. Her mouth stubbornly refused to move, even as he waved at her in farewell and leapt from her balcony. She pressed her burning hand to her chest, dreamily watching her red bug become nothing more than a dot on the city skyline.

A whine sounded from her purse, and— Oops. She hadn’t even thought to worry about Plagg once that entire encounter.

“That was disgusting,” Plagg groaned, floating up into the air next to her. “I’m going to have to hear about that all night!”

Marinette sighed happily, sinking backwards into her lounge chair before her legs gave out on her. Plagg continued his grumpy buzzing around her head, but she remained lost in her thoughts and memories of bright green eyes in red masks.

She had no idea how she was going to face him later to return his miraculous to him.

Maybe they could stay swapped just a little while longer.

And if Lady Noire brought a bag full of chouquettes to their usual spot later to make up for the lost opportunity, well, that was her business.

[suddencolds]

~

[kasienda]

WIP Reblog Game

If you're like me and you have a million WIPs and are anxious about updating them, play this game!

List the titles your top five priorities for WIP updates (link your fics for new readers!)

An upcoming scene, event, or detail in each fic that you're looking forward to writing

Bonus: make a poll for your followers to vote on which top 5 WIP they are most excited to see an update on!

Then tag 10 writer friends!

My current top five WIP priorities:

Right Behind You (Adrino)

Aftermath (Adrinette)

Bend the World Around It (Ladynoir)

Celebrity Status (Ladrien)

Rena Rouge: Secret Keeper (OT4)

What I'm excited about: 1. Ack! So much! Most immediately there's an upcoming moment about Nino potentially losing all his memories and what that would mean for the two of them. It's very emotionally intimate. 2. I figured out Marinette's arc in the next chapter due to a lot of help from @ladyofthenoodle and I'm so excited to bring that to life!! 3. Excited for Ladynoir shenanigans now that I've just set this specific corner of loose. My favorite scene at the moment is Tom and Sabine watching Ladynoir have a breakfast date while they worry about where Marinette is. 4. We're so close to the Ladrien first kiss!! Ahh! 5. I'm excited about writing Alyadrien scenes and straining DJWiFi at the same time.

Poll time!

No pressure Tags:

@yunyin, @rosekasa @wackus-bonkus-maximus @coffeebanana @blur0se @ladyofthenoodle @bbutterflies @miabrown007 @mila-beedoodling @pisoprano @asukiess @sariahsue

[guentzel]

WIP Tag Game

Rules: create a new post and list the titles (however nondescript they may be) of all your work in progress fanfics. Tag as many people as titles. Hopefully someone will send an ask in for the one that intrigues them the most, and when they do, tell them more or give them a snippet of writing!

i was tagged by the loml @theflirtmeister -- thank you!!! even if this does expose me for all the wips i have currently

cum inflation + goldynado

dp spitroasing + goldylarsnado

rebury me

retrace my lips (erase your touch)

im the mockingbird (and now im the crow)

a scent stuck in my mind

sugared glass

somewhere between abuse and love

smells like wolf

to be recognized as whole

i tag: @barkovsasha @hischiersjohnston @plethoriall @cuprun and any other fic writer who'd like to do it!

[laughroditee]

WIP Wednesday

I've been having a hard time writing romance lately, and a harder time writing smut. Therefore, I have been venting my anger and frustration by writing horror. (Preview below the cut.)

I wanted to write specific scenes from Ghost's comics as if You are Ghost, giving more of an inside view as to what he may be thinking and feeling during those times.

That being said, TW/CW for claustrophobia, being buried alive, a corpse, and maggots.

Please keep in mind, this is only a WIP, has not been edited, and is subject to change by the time it's published.

[lost-decade]

Just found the spreadsheet I created with the Wimbledon draw for my FE tennis AU and remembered I set myself the goal of finishing the damn thing by the end of actual IRL Wimbledon 2024. Which is not that far away fuuuuck. Also have two trips and busy times at work coming up

Someone make me start writing asap. Sharing a bit to hype myself up lol

It’s late afternoon by the time James is done with everything, thankful that he managed to dispatch Bird in just under two and a half hours after the epic battle he’d had with D’Ambrosio the other night. The air is still cloying as he makes his way to the Player’s Lounge, humid even though the weather has broken a little. The ground is damp, play suspended on the outer courts and the roof drawn over on Centre and Court One now. It must have tipped it down while he was in the presser.

The roof freaks him out, if he’s completely honest. This morning, before the match, he’d looked at the weather forecast and felt his stomach sink. There’s something claustrophobic about it, the lights, the echo, it never feels right, not here. It’s different in Melbourne, and at the US. Something about playing on Centre with the roof over sends his blood pressure into a spike, he’d almost prefer to go back to the old days of rain delays and endless waiting. Maybe that’s partly why he went out there with such ruthlessness today. Get it done.

He finds André in the Players’ Lounge, grazing on a salad and drinking a lurid green protein shake. “The King of the one-handed backhand,” he announces when he sees James. “Congrats man, that was a masterclass.”

“Thanks. Great win for you too, Frijns is a tough opponent. Still up for dinner later?” James asks, slipping into the seat next to him and popping the tab on a can of Coke Zero. André leans back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head. “Yeah sure, Nobu or this…not much of a contest.” One of André’s favourite things to do at Wimbledon is to complain how the food in the restaurant isn’t as good quality as at Roland-Garros. James rolls his eyes but he’s eager to get out of here too. “I knew you were gonna win today, could feel it in my bones.” André drops his arm around James’ shoulder, giving him an affectionate squeeze.

“There’s life in the old knee yet.”

“They’re in a frenzy for you here you know,” André drawls, abandoning his salad with a face and pushing the bowl away. “You heard they’ve renamed the hill? It’s Rossiter Ridge now.” He dissolves into laughter, James following suit, hiccoughing into André’s shoulder. This is what he’s going to miss, almost as much as playing competitive tennis himself. How many people can say they get to travel the world with their best friend year after year. When he regains his composure and looks up, Pascal Wehrlein is scowling at them across the room.

“These young guys are so boring,” André complains, flipping his fellow countryman the finger as soon as Pascal’s back is turned. “Next Gen. I swear none of them know how to have fun anymore, media darlings with their entourages and Netflix documentaries. Half of them probably never got their dick sucked in their lives.”

“You’re still pissed off about that Laver Cup match last year I see.” James shakes his head, even though he does get it.

“He shouldn’t be in the Laver Cup if he doesn’t understand how a team works. That was the worst doubles match I’ve ever played in my life, it was a fucking nightmare. Anyway, been following this?” André points over to the TV. James shakes his head, looking up in time to see Jev hit a return wide, losing him the match. Mortara shakes his hand at the net before throwing his wristbands up into the crowd, the camera panning to Jev for a moment as he sits down at his bench gathering his things together. “Unfair that he looks so hot even when he loses,” André bemoans.

[elusiveweekend]

trying to write a fic in a universe where utopia worked is insane because just how many kids would scott and emma have. it's impossible to guess. they cannot keep their hands off each other. the limit does not exist. thinking of contacting a medium to get stephen hawking to help

[allmyandroids]

I actually have a bunch of fanfiction as a work in progress.

Here are some of the pairring I have fanfiction wips/ideas of:

Mr. Carbon Black/Reader

Ballard/Vaughan

Raymond Reddington/Reader

And some collection of AUs to Eddie Dutra or the world of The New Kids

[cerealboxlore]

WIP Ask Game

Rules: 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! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs. Tagged by @wolfsbanesparks

My WIPs: 1. Captain Marvel: The (Written) Animated Series

2. Brace For Impact

3. A Day In Your Shoes (The Power of Damocles)

4. Billy Batson's Middle School Survival Guide

5. Are You Smarter Than A 5th Grader?

6. It's Terror Time Again

7. Family Tree

8. Butterscotch Hopscotch

9. God Shattering Star

10. Gold Star

11. Batson And Bromfield: Adequate Detectives

12. A Champion Is Born

13. An Interview With Disaster

14. Kid Marvel

15. Down Came The Rain

16. Emergency Contact

17. Sunny Side Down

18. My Baby Sitter's A Villain

19. Killer Frequency

20. Question Everything You Know (A Sweet Tooth For The Truth)

21. It's 10PM, Do You Know Where Your Children Are?

22. The Best Kind Of Day

23. Mother's Day

24. Lost And Drowned

25. Operation: Date

That should be all, if not most of my WIPs! I had to dig through my lists for these and I'm proud to say I'm making good progress in them. I decided to study Radiology after graduating, so let's see if I can actually publish a fic (FOR ONCE).

Okay! Tagging time! I don't know many to tag, especially not 25, haha! If you see this and want to tag along for the ride and add in your own WIPs, be my guest! I want to see what y'all have! @detectivewebs @kenandeliza @billy-and-friends @that-one-gay-bitch

[morvith]

Me: Good thing I have absolutely zero ideas for Dead boy detectives fanfiction.

My brain: ...On Drakon/He is a dragon AU? With Edwin as the dragon? And Charles as the kidnapped prince(ss)?

Me: well fuck.

[baronessmeinster]

Last year during Dracula Daily I saw a post about how it's extremely difficult to read someone else's shorthand. I was telling my partner about it, and how the fact that Jonathan and Mina can read each other's shows how close they are.

Except I decided to say they're Drift Compatible.

And since I said that out loud, my brain immediately latched on, as it does.

So, since Dracula is cannonically a Scholomance graduate/alchemist/general arcane magic-user, he uses Evil Powers to open the dimensional rift and let the kaiju through.

Mina and Jonathan's jaeger is the Lucy's Revenge.

Quincey and Arthur are copilots, as are Seward and Van Helsing.

[wingedcatastrophe]

"We keep giving you children these names," the goddess said softly, tucking a loose strand of hair behind his ear, "and yet we are continually surprised when the story plays out the same way each time."

Genre: sci-fi, myth retelling Audience: NA Content Warnings: death, violence, religious trauma/themes

Achilles has always been the greatest of the Godsborn, the pride of the Warriors Division. But when jealous gods steal away Patroclus, the other half of his soul and fellow pilot, nothing can stop Achilles. from tearing his way across the stars to rescue him. Odysseus was always a reluctant leader, better suited to practical jokes and mischief than leading warriors in battle. Someone has to try to keep Achilles from killing himself in a suicide mission, and lending a hand just so happens to be the perfect escape from a destiny Odysseus never wanted. But as their group of rebellious godlings get closer to their goal, they discover secrets that risk everything their society is built on.

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