#other people's awesome writing

[ibrithir-was-here]

Some art for @see-arcane 's stupendous Blood of My Blood Novella "Never Loved", which ya'll should go read it first and the come back here and scream like I did

Bum bum buuuuuuuuuum...

[princess-ibri]

Confession: prior to Disenchantment's release I actually came up with a hypothetical sequel to Enchanted based on Barbie's Princess and the Pauper where Giselle and Robert's daughter and Edward and Nancy's daughter end up meeting one another and decide to swap places as the former dreams of adventure and wishes to escape the tedious mundanity of the 'real' world while the latter feels overwhelmed by the expectations and responsibilities of being the future queen and just wants to be free to be herself, with the two ending up having to stop a plot to dispose of and usurp the royal family of Andalasia

Oh my gosh that sounds so fun! Dude write that and make it and Enchanted 3 pitch, you could still totally do it with Sofia and an Edward and Nancy kid. A years age gap isn't that different that they couldnt still pull it off x)

[lea-andres]

*preps a megaphone* HEY LOVELY NEW BUGBEAR FANS THAT ARE STARTING TO SPRING UP BECAUSE I SUCCESSFULLY INFECTED @mightourge WITH MY RAREPAIR!!!

We're admittedly a little lacking in the fics department (I'm working on it!) But I want to make sure everyone knows that in addition to my longfic (When the Day Met the Night), my lovely friend @stillafanofsonic wrote a super adorable oneshot!

So you should check it out it is super sweet and lovely and according to AO3 I've looked at it like 40 times which I absolutely believe because I keep coming back to enjoy how :3 it is LOL.

Anyway, that is all. Read that oneshot while I try to get my life together and get another chapter of WtDMtN made this century. 😂

[rileyclaw]

thank you for 100,000+ views on Fish in a Birdcage!! it’s only been a week and im so blown away by all the amazing comments and tags and bites into pillow and tears it into feathers (affectionate). omg as well as 6,000 followers now!

[storm-of-feathers]

i think its so stupid when people point out that ruby visiting her mom's grave in the red trailer was a spur of the moment idea based on something jeff said.

as any and all writers will tell you sometimes the best ideas come when youre explaining your story and someone asks a question, and youre like "oh that would be so good huh"

[muffinlance]

Re-read of Little Zuko Book One: complete

In-Jokes: re-uploaded to my brain

Book Two Outline: (very) rough draft complete

Am I Using This To Procrastinate On My Other Writing Projects: absolutely

[screamingatanemptyroom]

Guys! I have to show you this! This is fan art I received from @madishhatter of Lenora from I Can't Eat Love! and Bel and Liam from Please Fix the Story

I thought this was so awesome, so wanted to share it!

Thanks, @madishhatter for sharing it with me! You are an awesome artist and you made my day!

[thatonegayship]

I loved the cowboy comic so much that I wrote a oneshot for it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/50934235 🥺 your art is BEYOND amazing, ty for the food

INCREDIBLE!!!!!

[deeism]

can anyone share their always sunny playlists i need inspiration (can be about any character/pairing/whatever)

[good-beanswrites]

Happy Valentine's Day @artsy-azure ! Here's your gift for the @milgram-valentines-exchange 💖

Fuuta x Minato (oc) ~ The first section takes place right after his T2 interrogation, and then skips ahead to a tiny post-milgram scene :3 I hope you enjoy!

Fuuta thought he would drown. Not sink into water or anything like that; he was worried the voices filling his mind would completely suffocate him. There were too many of them. Too many people, all of them knowing every dark corner of his mind, and shouting into it. It should have been impossible for one voice – one softer than all the rest – to reach him.

Then again, everything about that voice should have been impossible.

“Fuuta… Hey, Fuuta… Are you alright?”

He blinked. He scrambled over to the nearest wall. There were no visible openings in the cell, not a single imperfection across any of the surfaces, yet Milgram’s intercom system functioned just fine. Most days it would just deliver the ear-rattling bell to tell him the time. On bad days, it carried Es’ summons to the interrogation room for his extraction. On worse days, it carried Es’ summons to the courtroom for his verdict.

On the very best days, it would bring him the voice of Hoshizawa Minato.

(Though, seeing as he had just returned from a catastrophic extraction, he wasn’t sure what type of day it was yet.)

He tore his attention away from the chorus of judgements and insults. He pressed his shoulder against the wall, still unsure where the sound was coming from, but knowing it was nearby.

“I’m here,” he said, hushed. More than anything he wanted to yell and scream, but he would never risk it, now. Minato had gone through a hell of a lot to break into Milgram’s systems, and he wouldn’t let his big mouth ruin all that. It had already ruined just about everything else.

“How are you holding up?”

Fuuta pressed his lips together. “Any news on getting us out of here?” was all he said.

Hundreds of miles away (or perhaps next door – neither of them could really know), Minato’s fingers adjusted his headset.

“I’m still working on it. These things take time.” 

“I’m definitely gonna need it after today.” 

“Your interrogation… I know.”

Fuuta pulled his hood down tighter, tufts of ginger hair ruffling underneath. “How much did you see?” 

Minato’s eyes flicked over to another monitor. It displayed the files he’d gained access to a few hours prior. It would crush Fuuta to hear about yet another person peeking into his personal moments, so he opted for a non-answer.

“I don’t have cameras. I don’t see much at all.”

“Tch, I’m not a damn idiot, I know that! I meant, how much did you hear?”

“...Everything.” 

Fuuta squeezed his eye shut. He bit a curse back. There came silence.

Minato actually double checked some of his monitors, making sure they hadn’t been disconnected.

“So then, you know,” Fuuta said at last. “There’s no fucking way I’m getting forgiven this time around.”

“You can’t be so sure. The–”

“No one in their right mind would forgive me after that.” He winced, remembering his harsh cries at the end of the interrogation. What kind of accused murderer shouted “I’ll kill you” as their plea of innocence? When he wasn’t running his mouth with threats, he’d been pleading with Es like some kind of coward. And Minato has heard all of it. Fuuta could only imagine the horrors that the extraction held. Who could forgive him after they saw his anger, or worse, his pleasure? Who could ever look kindly on someone like that?

“I would.”

Fuuta’s eyes widened. He let himself sink further into the wall. A strangled laugh escaped him. He let his head hang down. No matter how much he wanted to protest, Minato was as honest as they come. If he said he forgave Fuuta, he meant it. 

“Yeah, like I said, no one in their right mind.”

Minato cracked a smile. 

“You don’t think I’m in my right mind?”

Fuuta scoffed. “You post pictures of clothes for a living. And in your free time, you plan impossible jailbreaks for murderers. Doesn’t sound quite sane to me.”

“Aw, come on. Do you think it’s impossible?” 

Minato was still smirking, ready for some more of their typical back and forth. Fuuta surprised him by pausing. 

“Well, it should be impossible. But…”

They’d been speaking for some time now. Whether it was quick comments when Es wasn’t around or long conversations into the night. Fuuta had seen many sides of him, and knew that he had what it took. He wasn’t like the vast majority of internet personalities – weak or needy or inexperienced. He’d proved himself time and time again. If anyone could pull this off, it would be Minato. 

“If it’s you… there’s a chance.”

“You’ve got that right. You can count on me, alright?”

Fuuta took a deep breath. The tightness of the uniform and the bandages seemed to lessen.

“Although,” Minato put on a falsely serious voice, “we’re gonna have a long talk when you get out… about that yellow jacket you own.”

“Haaah? What’s wrong with my jacket?’

“There are a hundred stylish ways to wear it and that was not one.”

“The fuck does that mean?” 

“You’ll be grateful when someone who ‘posts pictures of clothes for a living’ helps with your wardrobe.” 

Fuuta could feel his chest release even more. Minato spoke so easily about the future, as if it were something real and waiting for him. 

“As if I’d let you touch any of my outfits.”

“As if you could stop me!”

He took another breath. He smiled. No drowning today.

---

After checking the clock fourteen times, Fuuta thought once more couldn’t hurt. It was still two minutes to noon, just like the last few times he’d checked. His frequent checking hadn’t brought the train to the station any faster.

Minato had told him that he was safe. He’d said this meeting wasn’t that big of a risk. The dust had settled. He just had to relax. 

The announcement overhead signaled the next stop was his. It screeched into the station, a slight murmur rising as the doors opened onto a platform of moving people. 

Fuuta lowered his head. His eyepatch would surely draw attention to himself, so he kept his hood down and his mask up. He just needed to make it to the station entrance. 

He made his way around stiff businessmen and sticky children. He tried to shuffle around a young man, but he seemed to step further into Fuuta’s path. Giving the stranger a quick glance, he started to mumble something to squeeze past. 

“Fuuta,” the man said, gaping in surprise. “It’s me.”

He inhaled sharply.

It was only three words, but it was enough to recognize his voice from a thousand conversations. 

Fuuta’s eye widened as he took Minato in. It was strange to finally see his face. Finally, here was the person he’d spent hours talking to. The person he’d spent days passing the time with. The person he’d spent nights falling for. Here was the one who had saved his life, in more ways than he could count.

His first observation was, fuck, this guy is way outta my league. His next was, he’s shorter than I was expecting. Then, gah, I’m probably shorter than he was expecting. He was in the middle of realizing, he has the nicest smile I think I’ve ever seen, when Minato crushed him in a hug.

Fuuta returned the embrace. His arms tightened around Minato. He was real. He was here. Fuuta’s hands grasped at his clothes and his hair. He was unable to control a laugh bubbling up inside of him. 

“You did it. My god, you did it.”

He breathed into Minato’s shoulder. His chest shook with some laughter, some tears. 

For a moment wondered if people would notice the heartfelt reunion outside of the train, then he realized he didn’t care in the slightest. 

Minato was laughing along with him in that beautiful, familiar voice of his. No more crackling speakers or hidden intercoms – he spoke right into his ear, hair tickling his cheek. Fuuta could have stayed forever in his arms, just like that. All that mattered was he felt safe. At last, he felt happy.

Talk about impossible. 

[ibrithir-was-here]

@softest-punk Ok! Here it is xD my best attempt at an 80’s Avon cover (not quite a bodice ripper but I hope it suffices—I would have done a bodice ripper but had to put Orpheus in there too the sweetie and he rather swerved that mood xD )

I tried to incorporate as many visuals as you’d already posted. The suits, the earrings, the settee. And a bit of the Jane Austen cover!

And here’s the back cover with your synopsis:

And the cover without the title and writing

I tried to give it all a vintage/worn sort of feel, like it was a well loved paperback that had been read many times over, just as the actual fic has been :) Thank you for sharing such a beautiful story with all of us!!!

[princess-ibri]

Silly, kinda cringe Hercules headcanon because I’m super pumped to see your take on Hades’ backstory and I wanted to try and throw my hat into the ring: Pain and Panic aren’t actually demons, they’re just regular monsters who happen to look similar to demons (think of it like how the Viceroy butterfly looks like a monarch butterfly but is a separate species entirely. They’re fraternal twin brothers born from Echidna and Typhon, but got disowned due to being pretty pathetic in comparison to their much more fearsome older siblings.

Hades offered to employ them as his minions, believing that their shapeshifting powers could be of use in the future, and ended up unofficially adopting them in a sense, which is part of why they still choose to stay with him despite Hades’ bad temper and why Hades still keeps them around despite their bumbling (and why he still chose to have them by his side in the instances where he did successfully conquer Olympus rather than just disposing of them once they outlived their usefulness).

Oooh very clever!

[lea-andres]

I do appreciate that you always rec my fic!

I LOVE YOUR FIC!

Plus it's far less intimidating than my behemoth of a thing to launch at newcomers, lmao.

[howdidthisevenhappenanyway]

*taps microphone* so i’d just like to talk about all the little kids in coruscant who would absolutely be out of their mind with love and awe for the corrie guard, and their fire engine red painted armour

these kids

these kids would wait at their windows to watch them drive past their window on a scheduled patrol. they’d be so thrilled to see them in the market. or when Fox is standing next to Palpatine in the press in his extra red paint

their parent will be like ‘want to talk to them?’ and the kids will get all shy.

they might even draw pictures of them to give to them

because no matter what the adults think, abiut flesh droids or military police being given more and more responsibility (that theybwould see as power) as the war went on, but little kids know what’s up. they know how cool garbage men are, and fire men (with the shiny red paint), and other civil servants that adults don’t think are awesome but kids know

and you know, you just know that Sergeant Hound, with his cute mastiff and awesome bucket paint would be the absolute pinnacle of coolness to an eight year old coruscanti child

[godfrey-the-chaos-duck]

ANYONE WHO LIKES BOTH DUCKTALES AND GOOD OMENS I NEED YOU TO STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING RIGHT NOW

Because I JUST FOUND THIS FIC

It's a crossover fic in which Scrooge McDuck and the Principality Aziraphale have quite the time together (it's the ONLY fic in the Aziraphale/Scrooge McDuck tag and honestly it amazes me in the best way that that tag exists)

Like.... IT'S SO FUNNY but it's SO WELL WRITTEN

The author is @aestheticcluttercore and, to author, if you happen to see this, THANK YOU SO MUCH

This is now the fic I will go to if I ever feel sad because it's literally impossible to be sad when your two favourite characters from your two favourite shows get together and have a rip-roaring duck-blur of a time!

[i-am-beckyu]

Yo beck, im a huge fan and i was hoping you could gimme a prompt? Specifically one with Fae and Human.

My friends wanted a story with fae and human and they wanted themselves to be the characters so I was hoping u could gimme a prompt for it. Since I noticed you kinda like g/t with faeries and humans.

Oh wow thanks I’m flattered. I’m glad you like my writing!

And yeah I’m a big fan of gt stuff lol. Can’t get enough and fae/pixies with humans are some of my favourite stories so i can absolutely give you a prompt!!! (Fair warning my prompts are kinda like scene setters so please take and adapt this however you like this is just how I do prompts lol)

Chandeliers.

When you put a light on them just right, they sparkle and shine like thousands of tiny diamonds.

But if you shine a specific light through them, you can do so much more.

A horrid aristocrat loved to collect rare and exotic things. They hunted down anything and everything to add to their collection. But their pride and joy was their fae.

They tricked them long ago into getting their name and now they are the light that shines at every party through their special chandelier. The poor fae is forced to use magic for hours and a time, and shine their magic light through the thousands of gems creating magical projections to enter all the guests. If the fae does not, the aristocrat has special torture that awaits.

But a young human servant that serves the cruel aristocrat takes pity on them. Showing them kindness. They are tasked with feeding the fae and nothing more, and speaking to the fae is forbidden, but they do it anyways and begin to form a friendship.

The two eventually plan an escape but will they be able to flee the aristocrat? Or will they be dragged back to deviating fate?

~~~~~

See. I write too much for a prompt lol. I’m a scene setter and this always happens. Let me know if this is good or if you want something else and I’ll see what my brain conjures up.

(Also I would really love to read whatever you come up with regardless so if you share it please tag me or dm a private link since you’re anon. Promise I don’t bite I just really love reading those types of fics or seeing what people do with my ideas❤️)

Hope this helps and happy writing!!!