#man this fic is just a mess

[dashedwithromance]

not to start whacking the hornet’s nest but i think the most tragic part of ahsoka and anakin’s story together is that from the very first moment, it’s all based on a lie.

ahsoka meets anakin after aotc - he’s already committed an unjustifiable atrocity. he’s already slaughtered the tusken people, and as far as we know, ahsoka never finds out about that. and you know, that would completely and wildly screw up ahsoka’s perceptions of anakin

and i would go so far as to say it would screw with her image of anakin more than the vader reveal. because the vader reveal is like. oh shit your older brother/ best friend has turned into a monster and has committed genocide and is currently trying to kill you

but the tusken massacre reveal is like. oh shit your older brother who tucks you in bed when you’re sick and who makes you laugh so hard your ribs hurt has, for the entire time he’s loved you and you loved in return, been a murderer, and has actively been hiding a horrible, unjustifiable secret

the vader reveal is tragic because the anakin that ahsoka knows and remembers is, to her knowledge, gone forever. the tusken massacre reveal is tragic because the anakin that ahsoka knows and loves is based on a lie

[meownotgood]

haha hey so apparently someone stole my whole fic... copy and pasted except for tiny things changed... here is the link to their """fic""" (sorry random person I had to steal the reblog from). they've since deleted the fic off their blog + deleted their ao3 + gone on a hiatus so..... that's cool and whatever....... but they have written a lot of other shit so... don't be a dick but maybe check that for funny business too...

[aimasup]

throws up my hands in mock resignation but also a hint of frustration Okay Valentino is a cool villain I guess

He's like. Genuinely unsettling. Wish the show struck a better balance with his character sometimes (like sometimes when he's onscreen I have to skip over because I feel queasy and sometimes he's so unsubtle he feels more like a prop than a guy who's going to be a Huge Deal in s2)

[radio-writes]

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=x2aB3ZE1InE&pp=ygUbbXkgZ29vZGJ5ZSBlcGljIHRoZSBtdXNpY2Fs

This is how I hope reader and Alastor's divorce would be like. Give me a grand musical number of reader having ENOUGH and leaving his sorry ass please please please

This way, you won't disappoint me.

This way, you won't waste my time.

This way, I'll close the door.

Consider this as my goodbye.

That's just like you.

Why should I be surprised?

Selfish and prideful and vain.

I'll remind you.

I saw you as a friend.

But now we're done.

This way, you get what you wanted.

This way, you can save your time.

This way, you close the door.

And have your damn goodbye.

You're not looking for a partner!

You're not looking for a friend!

I mistook you for a savior!

What a waste of effort spent!

At least I know what I'm fighting for,

While you're fighting to be loved.

Since you claim you're so much better,

Why's your life spent all alone?

You're alone.

One day, you'll hear what I'm saying.

One day, you might understand.

One day, but not today

For after all, you're

Just a man.

This day, you sever your own head!

This day, you cut the line!

This day, you lost it all!

Consider this as my goodbye!

[vorpan-yaimi]

boba fett forever on my mind

[erisenyo]

now you’ve got me thinking about zhao and how yucky disgusting he is and we all love angst here… perhaps “did i do good?” with zhao and zuko (i refuse to say the ship name because 🤢) or maybe instead/in addition to, “you’re a weapon and weapons don’t weep”

For this prompt game! (And also this one!)

Content Warning: Zhao being a creep, implied underage, blood, implied threat of sexual coercion (no one gets hurt, it's just Zhao's POV, so.)

“Come now, Prince Zuko, it’s not like you to be so reticent.”

“Fuck you, you stupid worthless—”

“There it is,” Zhao sighs, enjoying the fury in the little demon’s voice, the nice contrast it makes to the impotent way he keeps twisting against the metal cuffs holding his hands behind his back and anchored to the wall.

“I knew you had an opinion somewhere in you, you always do,” Zhao smirks, delighted when the little brat actually hisses at him. “You researched is so extensively, after all,” he says, making his tone sympathetic even as he feels a rush of satisfaction at the way those gold eyes track him around the room, exactly as it should be. Zhao is the one to watch, Zhao is the power in the room.

And now Prince Zuko will know it. Will acknowledge it. Agni, the way the boy had been so dismissive of Zhao’s suggestion to share information, dismissing of him—

“All that time wallowing in backwater ports and begging for scraps of rotten parchment,” Zhao muses, shaking his head, “And where did it get you?” he lets a curl of the amused pleasure he feels enter his voice for the way it makes the little brat spit and jerk against his restrains again. “Captured trying to break into an allied Earth Kingdom noble’s house, bound like the common criminal you apparently are, and chained up awaiting my authority.

“So tell me, Zuko,” he says, letting his voice go hard, “What do you think now? Did I do good? Up to your standards?” he hisses, shoving the boy back against the wall and thrilling at the startled grunt it gets him, at how easy it is, at the way he can just keep his hand against the brat’s chest and press. “Did I do it the way you would have, Prince?”

“Don’t touch me,” the brat snaps, jerking once, uselessly, chin up and somehow managing to look down his nose like he isn’t panting for breath under Zhao’s spread hand. “You’re a coward, is what you are,” he spits. Clearly the worst insult he can come up with, Zhao thinks, amused. “A lazy, worthless coward who’s done nothing to deserve—”

“Tsk tsk,” Zhao interrupts, fire thrilling at the indignation on the boy’s face at the interruption. “This conduct is quite unbecoming a prince, don’t you think? I would have thought your dear uncle would have educated you better than that,” he chides for the pleasure of watching the brat’s expression screw up in outrage. Always so expressive. It always makes Zhao want to see what other faces he can drag out of him. “Or at the very least your father.” Oh, that was a good one, and the way Zhao can feel the boy’s chest hitch— “You should know by now that a true leader delegates,” he says, greedily watching the brat’s face as he adds, delicate, “Though some lessons…”

“You—you—fuck you, don’t—you don’t dare talk about the Fire Lord that way,” the brat snarls, nearly spitting sparks as he struggles with renewed vigor, shoulders moving as he twists against the cuffs behind his back, straining back against Zhao’s hand with such lovely, useless fury. “My father—”

“Yes, what would your father say?” Zhao interrupts, sliding his hand up the brat’s chest, excitement pulsing in his fire at the way the boy cuts himself off. “When I return with information on not just the Avatar, but the weakness of the Northern Water Tribe?” The information on the Avatar being next to worthless, of course, which makes it all the more delicious how desperately the little demon chases after it.

“Do you think he’ll offer his thanks and admiration?” Zhao murmurs, letting his fingers gentle as they drift up the boy’s neck, feeling the rapid beat of his pule.

“Will he think I’m worthy?” Zhao runs his thumb over the lower ridge of the scar, fascinated to see it so close. Agni, the ridges and dips of it, the force that must have been used, the way the boy just knelt there and took it—

“Will he tell me I’ve earned great honor?” Zhao smirks, tone pitched low, enjoying the naked hate in the boy’s eyes, enjoying the impotence of it, the thrill of having something so wild and dangerous trapped, forced into submission by him.

“I’m willing to share, you know,” Zhao murmurs, leaning in, excitement twisting in his gut at the way he can hear the boy breathing fast and tight. “For a price, of course, you know how these things work” he adds, inhaling deep like he can smell the fear, closing his eyes to savor it. “I know your ship’s budget is small—” he traces the edge of the scar, fire itching to gather in his hand. “—but I’m sure we could come to some sort of arrange—”

Zhao cries out as pain suddenly explodes through his nose, reeling back and tripping over the chair he’d set up to in front of the prince in case he wanted to take his time, blinking in disorientation and realizing that the brat headbutted him.

“You little shit,” Zhao spits, taking in the blood trickling down the boy’s face as he glares back, the brat breathing hard and triumphant and clearly not understanding his current position. “You are going to regret that,” Zhao promises, wiping blood off his face. His nose fucking broken, and Zhao was willing to show mercy, but now—

“Prince,” Zuko snaps, enough growling command in the tone that Zhao pulls up short before he can catch himself, rage sparking in his chest at the satisfaction on Zuko’s face as he catches the motion. Zhao snarls back, hauling himself to his feet only to pull up short again at the sudden clank of metal on metal, one heavy cuff hitting the floor as fire blooms in the boy’s suddenly free hand.

“That’s Crown Prince little shit, to you,” Zuko snarls, Zhao scrambling the rest of the way to his feet and calling his own fire, knowing that fire to fire he far outclasses the brat.

Except the sneaking little demon has no honor, not even the pride and decency of the lowest of firebenders as the chain comes out swinging instead, the brat fighting more like a feral creature than anything human, let alone anything that claims to be royal, as he throws himself at Zhao with the single-minded intensity and disregard his own self of the truly insane and Zhao should have never sent his men from the room, should have known the little fuck would be more trouble than he was—

Zhao goes down, flat on his back, the kind of fall firebenders are trained never to take. And Zhao has plenty of training, and in any decent fight he’d have more than enough time to swing back to his feet even with the breath knocked out of him by the fall and the brat’s ridiculous kick—

But this isn’t a decent fight, it’s a common brawl. And the little demon slams into him with enough force to slam Zhao’s head back down against the metal decking.

“Don’t worry, Captain,” the little demon pants, crouched on Zhao’s chest and grinning like some savage, blood on his teeth and dripping down onto Zhao’s face. “I’ll make sure to tell everyone exactly how good you did,” he promises, his chain-wrapped fist swinging down the last thing Zhao sees.

[duvet-detectives]

someone needs to explore the idea of the underside of the bumpers on transformers being sensitive. god maybe this is just cuz im a lesbian and like boobs BUT HEAR ME OUT OK-

like, prowl and jazz both have bumpers that protrude pretty severely from their chest and that just means more real-estate. more sensitive sensors to make up for lack of vision ya know

so so stay with me

Jazz teasing the living daylights out of Prowl but touching the underside of his bumper with varying pressure. Never in a pattern for his tacnet to piece together and ready for. Just, randomly pressing into seams and sensors Prowl can't see causing him to jump and gasp at the contact. Prowls sitting there holding back a whine for Jazz to just touch his node-spike- wings- something because the teasing is driving him insane. but his pride is keeping him saying anything so he's affectively helping Jazz tease him.

And god does Jazz love it.

This can also go for Jazz but i feel with his already heavily modded frame his sensors wouldn't be much more heightened than any other proximity sensor in his body. but shhhh. he can be teased later.

mwah. cheifs kiss. i love boobs.

[jaynovz]

Luke Arnold did not put his entire psyche and pussy into John Silver to the detriment of his own health for yall to say Silver is a mastermind liar and not a fucking repressed bisexual MESS

[manofthepipis]

One thing that I’ve been thinking about is a possible route(?) this story could go, and that is Spamton’s trip to the Ambyu-Lances’s office. And boy do I feel bad for the Addisons because it’s gonna be hell on earth for all of em. Spamton has the mentality of a feral cat and this feral cat is going to the vet in the first time in forever. I don’t think Spamton is a big fan of large syringes, and when you have one of those chasing you down because well, look at him. He’s a walking talking corrupted program. If masters his glitches like Survey says, I can totally see him glitching through the doctors to make his grand escape™️. I feel like all the Addisons are gonna have to be here for both moral support, as well as making sure that he doesn’t attack his doctor. (Maybe they’ll sedate him a little? I know that’s what some hospitals do with rowdy-er patients LMAO, but then the Addisons have a whole new problem on their hands because now Spamton is high as a mf kite or something 😭) the last time I was under anesthesia my doctor said I wouldn’t stop laughing until I burst out into uncontrollable sobs and then I immediately blacked out💀

god a trip to the doctors office would be hell in a handbasket for this guy ;v; because he 100% has the energy of a feral cat finally being checked out

though i think once he gets closer to the addisons he'd agree to go, just to see if he can be set back to normal (spoiler alert: he can't cuz fate has handed his ass the bad luck card from square one) but he immediately regrets it and the addisons have to calm him down

them sedating him would probably be the best course of action as to actually get ANY results (because he will bite and attack on instinct hfjkkdjfkks)

though i feel if i were to write an ambyu-lance scene in the future this is how id imagine it would go:

[artemispanthar]

I thought my opinion on the episode where Monk meets his dad might have softened after all these years, but nope it is still absolutely infuriating. Like this guy ditches his family basically because he was tired of them (and the show makes it clear this abandonment had a profound effect on Adrian [who was 8 at the time] and his mother and brother) and then calls up his son for the first time like 40 years later solely to get out of jail, proceeds to act like a dismissive jerk the whole episode talking about his other son from his second family the whole time, gets angry and blames Adrian and his brother's mental disorders for why he ditched them when they were kids, and then just barely apologizes for anything and we're supposed to be okay with all that because he teaches Adrian to ride a bike at the end. Like it is just as frustrating as I remembered it. Like I cannot believe Greg Universe co-wrote this.

[jojotier]

thinking about the mental gymnastics I was bending in as a baby trans firmly in his egg and how it got expressed through that one Dave Strider trying on a dress oneshot I wrote when I was 15. Dave insisting theyre not trans or anything while two words later saying that they need to get it together and "stop subtly cringing at the word boy". "even though he was a boy (that's what he was born as, right?)" the constant thought of Bro as some specter of toxic masculinity and by extension transmisogyny. Describing the feeling of looking at themself in the dress as like when theyre wearing suits "but cooler somehow". Its 2k words of repression incarnate topped off with an authors note that reads "I am a cis person". By god my shell was so goddamned thick. Anyway transfem Dave superiority

[rewritingcanon]

just realised i have to reupload an entire chapter because the formatting is so fucked up 😭😭

[catboysolomon]

I actually really liked Solomon’s interaction in Ch 13 and I thought it was appropriate.

It makes sense that he wouldn’t fall apart the second he sees us wake up. For one thing, I don’t think he’s close enough to the brothers, especially in this timeline, especially after everything that just went down, to feel comfortable being that emotionally vulnerable in front of them.

For another thing, MC just woke up from a coma. They could likely be in a very delicate state. Solomon sees it as his job to look after them. He wouldn’t want to add to the chaos of the brothers bombarding them as soon as they regain consciousness.

But this doesn’t mean he doesn’t show his concern or grief.

In the previous chapter, we learn that Solomon suggested bringing us back to HoL to recover, as he believed this is where we would want to be. Despite this, he still asks where MC would like to go now that they’re awake. He doesn’t expect them to want to go with him. If MC chooses this option, he expresses surprise. But it’s what he wants. He doesn’t say, “Let’s go home,” or even, “Would you like to come back with me?” Maybe he feels like he has no right to do so. Maybe he fears rejection. But in his heart, he wants them home with him.

When they are back, only after making sure MC is okay and can walk (which being disabled I have some emotions about but that’s a whole other thing) he’s very honest with them. He discusses his fear of losing them and his guilt over the situation openly. From context clues like his trembling hands and stumbling over words, we can assume that he’s likely crying or on the verge of it.

He asks for physical comfort in possibly the sweetest way I can think of, which is something Solomon isn’t moved to do very often. In most devilgrams or throughout the story, the options to show Solomon physical affection are either introduced by MC or left in the air as open statements (‘I guess we’ll have to settle this with a kiss,’ etc.) When he explicitly asks for physical affection, it’s because he needs comforted (‘Does that look in your eyes mean I can kiss you?’)

We also don’t get to see what emotions he was going through while we were in a coma. Maybe he was frantically tearing through manuscripts as frustrated tears blurred the pages, cursing angrily at himself. Or maybe he was listening to lo-fi beats to undo the curse on your apprentice and just chilling. Or anything in between. We don’t know. But we know he was right there when MC woke up.

Idk I just thought it was subtle but still touching and nicely done.

[hopecomesbacktolife]

I’m not going to reblog the post itself because I don’t want that behavior on my blog, but oh my god I just saw a post about “looking for fics about your favorite character on ao3” and good lord the amount of bad takes both in that post and in the notes?? I have to just ramble about this for a moment because oh my god. it was ludicrous.

people were complaining that, and get this, unfinished fics exist. and that if you read an unfinished fic you’ll have to, get this, wait to read more until it’s published next. they were allll up in arms that there’s fics for a character that don’t cater to their specific interests. that they involve other characters and either do/don’t put them in a romantic relationship when they want the opposite for the character.

like at this point, most of you people in the notes on that post are 1) just being mean and condescending about FREE WORKS you can, may I remind you, READ FOR FREE and EXIT at ANY time! if you don’t like it!, don’t read it!, it’s so simple!, and 2) straight up do not know how ao3 works lmao

like I saw soooo many people in the notes complaining about a certain ship, dynamic, tag, etc, and like… y’all know you can filter by romantic vs platonic pairings, by ratings, by excluding certain tags or other qualifiers, etc etc etc… you know about ao3’s actually incredibly usable filtering and searching system… right… right??

at this point I’m just convinced a lot of these people are spoiled by large fandoms with 100k+ works for their characters and have decided to just be mean and condescending for no reason on main, about literally free fan works you can read for free any time that people spend hours and hours pouring their free time into out of sheer love for their craft. cuckoo bananas behavior if you ask me 🫠

I was legit so close to commenting that maybe they should try shipping two characters with <10 fics, with 0 fics, try liking a rare pair, try hyperfocusing on a character or niche type of fandom with a tiny but lovely circle of fans, and stop treating fan works and fic as Content TM that they deserve to have handed to them that caters to exactly what they want for free and maybe they’ll calm down lmao

like y’all aren’t cool you’re just being mean. we fundamentally approach fic in wildly different ways and honestly the way you do sounds exhausting. literally could not be me, I’m to busy finding joy in shared love for characters and not flipping the table in a rage because there’s one (1) element of the fic that isn’t specifically catered to me, maybe try that and you’ll feel better, hmm?

and yeah I’m aware that last sentence is me being condescending towards them, but frankly it’s warranted when so many people are being that mean and haughty for no reason lmao but truly those takes were horrific. fellow fic writers and even fellow fic readers I interact with, am mutuals with, authors whose works I read, readers who comment and interact with my works, fans of niche fandom subsets that run in the same circles as me— I hope you know this is so wildly not how I approach fics, I love just finding fics for my characters and forming these lil communities where we share our interests and love for them and hype each other up. I love what we have in these fandom niches and I hope you know I would never dream of being so mean and condescending towards y’all. fic writers and readers and fan communities are so special and I cherish it even if clearly there’s people in the notes on that other post who don’t know how to do that lmao. I love your unfinished WIPs, I love your fics that may only partially be what I’m looking for, I love when you write characters in a way I wouldn’t expect but shows your love for your particular headcanon, I love the variety and diversity and variance in fic. I love us. genuinely. fic writer moots I am hugging all of you and I frequently reread your works, even the unfinished ones. ♡

[anonymous-dentist]

The frog is staring at him again.

Quackity ignores it and pretends that he isn't being watched. Gods, that's the worst thing about living in Karmaland: he's always being watched. At least before he had the privilege of being allowed some semblance of privacy.

Before...

Before is a complicated thing, so he usually just doesn't think about it. It's hard not to, though, especially now as he wraps leather around the handle of his ax in a familiar way. Once upon a time, someone showed him how to do it this way, someone Quackity can't quite picture through the fog in the back of his mind. This way, he had said, Quackity's hands wouldn't get rubbed too raw by the rough wood. The leather would provide a grip.

A fucking grip, Quackity thinks. He wrinkles his nose annoyedly. Yeah, who here needs a fucking grip? Not him. He's having a perfectly rational reaction to election fraud and betrayal. It's something he thinks that he knows a lot about. Fraud. Betrayal. Cheating. Betrayal. Friendship. Betrayal.

It takes a real asshole to treat a friend like this. What kind of friend goes from saying that he just wants Quackity to be happy to treating him like a kid and ripping away the one thing he wanted in this world just to, what, protect him? Protect him from assholes trying to take advantage of him? What a joke.

The frog is staring. Quackity doesn't know how it got down here, but it's down here. There's an imposter little brother somewhere upstairs playing Call of Duty and cheering loudly every time he murders someone.

Quackity glances at the frog. "The fuck do you want?"

The frog blinks at him one eye at a time. It says nothing in response, but it looks like it's judging him. It probably is. Fucker.

Quackity rubs the top of its head, anyway. A thumb gently strokes a line between its buggy little eyes, and the frog devolves into little froggy purring, and Quackity wants to cry. But he won't. Not now, anyway. He can fake cry like a champ, but actual tears always dry up when he's got company.

This won't be Quackity's first revolution, he thinks. Maybe. The memories are blurry, but he's pretty sure that he's done this before. Somebody died. Someone important. Quackity killed them. He'll kill Luzu, too.

That's the one thing that Quackity knows best, after all. Not politics, not ducks, not music, and definitely not friendships, apparently.

No, Quackity knows one thing best of all: loss. It's all he's experienced on this server between the betrayals and carnivals and births and... everything.

(Rubius in his dress briefly crosses Quackity's mind, Sapo Peta helping him get justice, all the election rigging in his favor...)

Loss. Two universes in a row.

Well, Quackity muses as he raises his ax and inspects it in the light. Third time will be the charm, right?

[softgrungeprophet]

how many fairytale retellings have i done...

i did a beauty and the beast one back in the day for spn

did the peterflash 17th century genderbending cinderella one

did a spideytorch glass coffin fic

did the peterflash beauty and the beast/eros and psyche 1920s time-traveling (sort of) one