#this fic isn't that but it's in a collection for that

[thebestandworstdayofjune]

I love the way you write Logan, it's so comforting! Can't wait to see more of your work, it's lovely💗

Idk if this would be your thing so feel free to ignore obviously!

How do you think Logan's dynamic would be with a reader having intense intimacy issues, to the point where they struggle to even think about doing anything more than make out with him? I really haven't found any fic like that and I think that you would a concept like that more than justice

I do see him having some intimacy issues himself (traumatized wet cat💀)

this is so sweet, thank you so much! My brain immediately supplied a list of head canons, I hope that you enjoy <3

~ So I am thinking about Logan from the original trilogy for these in particular ~ He definitely has some intimacy issues, more so on the emotional intimacy side than physical intimacy ~That is, until he meets you. You're a professor at the school, and while he can tell you love the young mutants with a large part of your heart, you remain physically distant from them. When the Youngers ones reach for a hug, you meet them instead with a fist bump or a high five. Never cruel, but always setting your boundary. ~The first time you catch him noticing your habit, you expect him to roll his eyes, or hit you with a judgy side eye. Instead, he quirks his head and resumes what he had previously been doing. ~Eventually, the two of you start spending a lot more time together. He will nudge a cup of coffee your way, and ask after you when you have a headache. He never encroaches on your space, despite being quite touchy with the other faculty.

~You spend a week working up the courage to confront him about it, strategizing the best way to ask for the reassurance you want but have trouble asking for. You expect him to blow you off, but when you knock on his door, he ushers you inside and lets you choose where to sit in the room, choosing his seat to be close enough to show he is invested but far enough away for your comfort. It isn't even a conscious thought for him, it's natural. ~You fumble through your question, doing your best to explain your line of thinking, before eventually just spitting out "do you hate me?" ~He is so shocked that he doesn't know what to say for a few seconds, which only makes your anxiety feel worse. ~He takes a few seconds, collecting his thoughts, and then you can see the typical Logan smirk start sparkling in his eye again. "Sweetheart, it's a little hard to hate the person you're acting a fool over". Your eyes practically bug out of your skull, and he chuckles to himself. He is twitching in his seat, and you can tell he is trying his best to not gather you up in his arms. ~You extend a hand out to him, palm upturned. He takes it instantly. He raises your entwined hands halfway towards his mouth, before meeting your eyes and waiting for your reaction. ~You nod, holding your breath and he drops a kiss on the back of your hand, before adjusting so that he can kiss your palm as well. ~When he hears your heartbeat stutter, he is quick to hold your hand again, resting against his knee. He confirms that you feel the same way, insistent on getting verbal confirmation. Your face feels like it is on fire, but you reply in the affirmative. "We are going to take this as slow as you need. I... I care about you so much, and your comfort always comes before anything else." ~You feel a few tears well up, and he moves to wipe them away as they begin to fall. Again, he pauses before actually making contact with your face, waiting for your gentle nod. ~From that day on, you are even more attached at the hip than before. Logan loves knowing that you are with him for more than his body, and he is constantly making sure that you know how much he values you. ~Overall, I just imagine him being very sweet and understanding and taking it as slow as you need. He is protective of you when you meet new people, often coming in between you and others who are not as considerate as he thinks they should be. Definitely sends his protective instincts into a bit of an overdrive, but you also appreciate having the scary dog privilege when you are out in public as well. People are definitely giving you a wider berth than you are used to. You always feels safe and taken care of with him, which is exactly how he wants it to be

[tgmsunmontue]

WHAT TO WRITE WEEKEND

(20th - 22nd September)

1, 2, A, B, C, D, H, K, L*, Q - give me up to three (3) and I'll give you a minimum of 250 words on each. Tracking words here.

Not everything on my pinned WIP list is something I will work on - I limit it to 10 so there's a higher chance of something getting finished and posted. 👌

WRITING GOALS:

Finish the Soulmates fic (still trying...)

Update SoS

Update StT

Sagas of Solitude 11/21 - IceMav with side Hangster AU - angsty Nepo!Baby (Last updated 2nd September)

Season to Taste 12/? Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin (Last updated 13th September)

A) Upon which our souls touch - 5/? - Hangster Fantasy AU (Last updated 26th August)

B) Famous and cat fishing that isn't cat fishing because online relationships are rife but...? (Tumblr idea)

C) To wake, perchance to dream - 4/? - Hangster - (Last updated 1st September)

D) IceMav with unknown about children because the US Navy is evil and produced offspring because of genetics being a THING. (Tumblr ramblings)

H) From the top 2/? - an Ice/Mav epistolary fic where Jake and Bradley matchmake them, not realising exactly who it is they've matched together. AU divergent ish. (Last updated 23rd July)

K) Caring, Keeping and Collecting Transformers - A Guide - 7/?Transformers cross-over (Last updated 31st August)

L) Hangster Sports Team AU with Hangster being ex-es and the trade deadline coming in hot and Bradley being traded in and all hell is about to break loose... Ramblings *OR I can expand on the Goalie Bradley Bradshaw turning up to play in the beer league...? Tell me which one you prefer... I've got enough going on in my head for both and it's hockey season next week baby!!!

Q) Hangster Bingo of the Soulmate variety for which I have already written 9k.

[kit-screams-into-the-abyss]

(leo then continued to say that every time they were about to make out afterwards)

[chiropteracupola]

an assortment of my temeraireverse fic-dragons!

[cygnet and honoré are from fifteenth-century britain and france, aquilillus, flavia magna, and bán are from second-century britain, and cipachcoatzin is from sixteenth-century mesoamerica]

[rockingrobin69]

Routine

“Harry, wait, you’ve—your bloody jacket,” stopped him at the doorway with a roll of his eyes, this long-suffering look that failed to hide a smile. “Getting a little forgetful in our old age?”

“Shut up,” Harry laughed, deliriously fond. “I wouldn’t have to rush out if someone didn’t take so long in the bathroom.”

“Did you believe all this happens naturally?” shaking his long, lovely hair in emphasis. Harry, who’d seen this trick a thousand times before, drank the sight hungrily: Harry, who’d seen Draco when he just woke up this morning, knew the statement for the rubbish it was.

“Cute. You’re stalling, and I’m going to be late.”

Draco quirked an eyebrow. “Not exactly holding you here by the tie, am I.”

Disappointedly: “Hmm. I suppose not.” Rectifying immediately with a step closer, arms wrapping around Draco; inhaling deep the sharp smell of his aftershave, of his fancy face cream Harry still occasionally had to lick.

“Now who’s stalling,” but his voice was soft, punctuated with tiny kisses to his jaw. “Harry. You’ll be late. And you’ve got that lecture today, the one you kept droning on and on about.”

While he had one arm around Harry’s shoulders, a hand threading through his hair. “It’s only, I’m a little entangled here. See, I’ve got this partner who keeps insisting he’s not clingy.”

“Surely he’s not. Did you consider the fact you’re extremely touchable? And besides that he’s maybe a bit gone for you, and cannot be blamed. Not so early in the morning. What? Stop looking at me like that, you started it, and I wouldn’t take so long to wake up if you hadn’t insisted on staying up late last night, with your,” stopped to laugh, croaky and loud in Harry’s ear, to shake his head with his eyes all grey.

A burst of it in his chest, star-bright. “You love me,” Harry said, stupidly, helplessly happy.

“Shock and awe.”

“You love me,” grinning like a fool, crushing Draco closer by the hips, peppering his face with kisses: “you really do.”

“Every bloody morning,” but he was laughing too. “You’re a ridiculous man, Harry Potter.”

“And you still love me.”

Draco, in his arms, dramatic and fidgety. “And yet I somehow still do.”

“Darling,” giddy with it, rubbing his nose against Draco’s cold one. “You’re freezing. You should get back inside, get some sleep.”

“I would, only there’s this brute who won’t let me go.”

The thought of him back in bed, wrapped under a warm duvet was slightly devastating. Trying for a brave smile, “Well, did you consider you’re very touchable.”

“Am I? That’s news to me.”

A huff, and affection tearing through him, impossibly tight: “Right, okay,” forcing his hands away, his legs a step back. “I really have to go.”

“Wait,” Draco said, forehead crinkling, “aren’t you forgetting something?”

“You already brought me my jacket.”

“Fuck your jacket. Something actually important.”

“Oh!” sweeping him in his arms once again, delighting in the way his head tilted up, expectantly, for a kiss. In delivering one at a time, deliberate. “I love you. I love you so much.”

Draco allowed this for a moment longer, then pushed Harry away, flushed and awfully dear. “All right, off you go. Did you know you’re an utter sap.”

“Only for you.”

The long-suffering look. “Oh, the things one is willing to put up with.” But he stayed there, bracing a bare shoulder against the doorway, and it was morning-cold outside, and he couldn’t really hide the smile.

“Yes, poor you,” Harry said, and kissed him again just because.  

(Flufftober day 3. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

[yours-the-author]

...Wait, what was this meeting supposed to be about?

Meanwhile, RHM is just extremely confused.

I was inspired by some fanart of Sven I saw (I'll reblog it when I find it), and I couldn't stop until I was done. Admittedly, not my proudest moment, but I had a bit of a chuckle. For the full effect, use this audio to hear the extent of Sven's pain.

[solradguy]

Dude I got mad on reddit under a thread where they were talking about why people don’t like Ky (the OP was asking to try and understand the memes). Everyone was trying to dunk on Ky, nobody was answering the question with anything but repeated memes. I got sidetracked talking about Dizzy and Ky memes…they’re deep characters I promise!! Aaaaaaaa!!!!!!!

Honest to god the worst thing that can happen to a fandom is when the memes completely overwrite the canon lore/personality of a character. They don't even know that Sol was lowkey terrified of Ky during the Crusades because of how bloodthirsty for Gear blood Ky was before meeting Dizzy and realizing that he was killing intelligent beings. Or that Ky was willing to risk everything, seriously, to protect her. Why don't more people pick on him for his teacup collection the same way people constantly bring up Sol's Sheer Heart Attack record, also

[2manyfandoms2count]

I feel like the Miracuclass would get so involved in Olympics shenanigans, like you can't tell me that they wouldn't get in on the pins collecting craze and be so competitive about it

Current headcanons :

It starts with some of them going to the equivalent of the Coca Cola fanzone early in the competition, getting the free pin with their menu, and discovering all the people with their massive pin collection that spans decades of Olympic Games

They hear about brands making special edition pins for the Olympics and make a bet to get as many as possible (Tsurugi/Gabriel would definitely run the equivalent of Samsung giving away a phone to the people who collect all theirs, even if Gabriel disapproved of the scheme - it's business)

It's the summer, so the kids have nothing else to do than hunt around between following the games (you know a lot of them would get tickets to the events given their parents' statuses) and fighting Akumas (it's : they declare that the pins you can buy or only get from VIP packages are off limits because it's a bit too easy

Then they discover the Nations' pins and that's when the *real* shenanigans start, with them trying to infiltrate the Olympics Village

Ladybug and Chat Noir just go as heroes, but the others have to find other ways or just hang around all the Hospitality Houses and hope they'll be in contact with some athletes who have pins on them

Chat Noir and Alya also beg Ladybug to make a special one for the Miraculous team (Marinette is very tempted because it would definitely be very cool to show up with one and it would be a good trading coin against rare pins like individual athletes', but also wary that it might lead to some kind of reveal or at least too many questions on how the holders she chose got one)

Chlo�� sniffs at it all at first but not-so-secretly keeps up with the race anyway

[ofbardsandmen]

greetings fellow genshin enthusiasts and fanatics!! once again, i'm generously presenting and offering my most beloved mondstadt character spotify playlists, free of charge and yours to consume, if you will.

[ask-thearchivists]

Whats the end goal for collecting mortals? You gonna drop everything you collected on a rock and call it good, like whats the point of all of this? What if their nothing left to collect, your jobs become meaningless, life would become meaningless, this is what mortals want to live their own live for is to find the good in life not to be stuck in stasis until the end of time. It's like a prison or a never ending nightmare we can't wake from. I think I would rather die.

The Curator: I would say "then die" but we aren't allowed to let you die. Real weird for you to act like any time at all has passed for you since you were Collected. That's the point. We Collect you, and if you are ever released it doesn't matter if it's been a million years, it will feel like you blinked. No prison or nightmares because it feels like blinking.

The Charmer: You act like mortals don't attempt to Collect either, especially Collecting just to Have. We are actually fully equipped to preserve what we Collect, while most other mortals pathetically attempt to preserve the creatures all around them, and sometimes even others of their own species, with terrible methods only used on the dead. They could only dream of preserving things that are still alive, for the rest of eternity, like we can.

The Cartographer: I must agree. The Collections created by mortals we visit are always infinitely more horrifying than what we do, especially since so many involve killing the creature being Collected. Pin boards of tiny, impaled mortal's corpses. Horrifying imitations of life made from the skins of dead mortals, cured into shape. Using chemicals that you inject into the flesh of the mortal to preserve them, or submerging them in chemicals entirely. It doesn't have to be something you like, but the way we Collect is infinitely more considerate.

The Charmer: It's not like any of the mortals get permission from the creatures around them that do not share their elevated sentience. So it strictly comes down to the permission of those mortals, and I have said this before, I am good at my job, so most come willingly. And we Collect to preserve the life of the mortals.

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

Books of 2024: THE DEATH I GAVE HIM by Em X. Liu.

Up next! Hamlet retelling but make it science + a locked-lab mystery (which is, of course, directly up my alley!). Horatio is the lab's resident AI, and I'm so excited to see how this goes.

[rapidhighway]

ughhhh ngl i hate going to read a game-verse or idw or whatever fanfic that isn't the movie-verse and they still have Knuckles talk in that weird official way for no reason STOPPP HE DOESNT TALK LIKE THAT

[shima-draws]

In regards to the rarepair week, is it necessary for the mod/s to determine what's a rare ship and what's not for the event to happen? If it's just a general create-what-you-want ship week event then it might not be necessary to establish a list of what can and can't be created for. Like, not trying to knock you so absolutely do what you want!! But considering how many characters are in OP I think trying to figure out what does and doesn't constitute as a rarepair would just end up being so long and drawn out (for you) and so limiting (for creators) because a complete list is never gonna be possible

Yeye that's definitely fair! I just want to be thorough and at least get a feel for the more popular (?) ships in the fandom and see whether they're truly considered rarepairs or not. Like Croc/Doflamingo - some people might view it as a rarepair. I personally don't bc I see content for them pretty often. But that's my own personal bias; maybe the fandom sees it differently. Which is why I wanted to ask in the first place :") I definitely don't wanna limit people from creating what they want but I also want the event to be enjoyable for everyone, so someone making content for a ship and someone else going "Hey wait they're not a rarepair I see art/fics for these guys all the time :(" is the kind of situation I want to try avoiding if I can 🤔

I'm not gonna be super strict on limitations either way lol I mean at the very least the REALLY obvious popular ships (i.e. Zosan, Lulaw, Zolu, etc) are off the list already. I'm done posting polls too so the potential candidate list was pretty short to begin with. But yeah no I promise this isn't gonna end in me yelling at people for including ships that aren't considered rarepairs. I'll probably just provide a list for people to go off of with ships divided into categories of "please don't make content for these bc they're everywhere and this event ain't about them" and "fandom doesn't consider them a rarepair, but if you do and you wanna make content for them anyway you can absolutely go for it".

I want people to have fun and do what they want first and foremost!! Any guidelines/rules will be super laid back. I just want people to be able to have fun exploring all the rarepairs the series has to offer rather than just going straight to the ships that are more "mainstream", even if they ARE considered a more uncommon ship. Hopefully that makes sense and I don't sound like an idiot lmao

[tvckerwash]

a yet to be fleshed out scene from my ct lives au is more or less just ct going "I cannot believe I have to go on a mission with these 2 strangers whom I don't trust in the slightest because my former teammates mercilessly slaughtered all of my boyfriend's teammates so now his boss doesn't think he's qualified for field work anymore"

[weather-mood]

Canon divergence: Louis says no to Lestat in the church.

Aka: Meme-board for Is this too much? 49k. Complete. Sequel in progress.

For ‘canon divergence’ for Saint Louis of the Vieux Carré @iwtvfanevents

[afterthegreatunknown]

Randomity: Effable, Ineffable, Effanineffable

Note One: I'm not going to publish my works on AO3 for the time being. I won't go deleted my account, but it's going to be in a limbo of sorts. This is why I didn't link AO3, when I usually do here.

Note Two: This makes references to another work in the Randomity Series, Tying Laces, Worrying, and False Names: Not In That Order. While I do summarize the important parts, I recommend reading that chapter first before reading this chapter.

Fiona still can’t believe she had the notion that gas stations either have a nice indoor seating area, or a nice outdoor seating area. All of the gas stations she seen so far, especially since on the trip back westward to the Land of Districts, only had one or the other.

The gas station they’re at has both. And Fiona is eating her two corndogs and lemonade inside at the counter alongside Quigley, who said he wanted to discuss something with her. He’s currently in the restroom, with Fiona guarding his fruit punch slushie and turkey wrap.

Fiona sits at the counter, and unwraps the first corndog, setting it down on the wrapper itself as a makeshift plate. Fiona carefully rips open the first ketchup packet, for she doesn’t want the ketchup to potentially spray over Quigley’s food. And after successfully opening up the packet, Fiona squishes it all out over the corndog in a squiggly line.

“I always squish the ketchup into a pile and dip my corndog in there,” says a familiar voice.

“Well, I like squishing it over my corndog,” replies Fiona, spinning in her stool to see Quigley standing before her, with his slushie in hand. “What if you run out of ketchup to dip into? This method allows me to distribute the ketchup evenly.”

Quigley takes a somewhat loud ship of his slushie. He then sets the slushie back onto the counter, and takes a seat to the stool beside Fiona “Good point. But I never run out of ketchup. I make sure when I dip, I don’t take too much.”

“Never say never, Quigley.” Fiona spins back around to the counter, and picks up her corndog. “So, what it is that you want to talk about with me? I doubt you wanted to discuss how we eat food with condiments.”

“Nope. In fact, what I want to discuss with you is something regarding your stepfather.”

“My stepfather?” Fiona turns sharply to Quigley, who is now opening up the packaging his turkey wrap is in. Why would he want to talk about Stepfather?

“Well, it’s about your stepfather and…” Quigley hesitates a bit, picking up the turkey wrap in his hands. “And Hector.���

“Hector?” Fiona narrows her eyes at the younger boy. “What about them?”

Quigley doesn’t answer her. He instead, takes a large bite out his food, and stares out the window before them. Fiona sees Quigley is chewing slowly, looking outside with a strong intensity. Fiona doesn’t want to say Quigley is glaring, but there is something in Quigley’s eyes that is evoking some strong emotion in him. She couldn’t help but follow his gaze.

Outside, is the rest of the group.

Fernald is not easily visible as the others. He’s sitting inside the front seat of the mini-van, his face hidden from behind the car sun visor, taking a nap.

Duncan and Isadora are having their turkey wraps and soda at one of the two outdoor tables. They’re having what Fiona thinks is a discussion about Stepfather. Isadora is giving Stepfather a particular look, very similar to Quigley’s look from before. This has Duncan slapping her shoulder, which forces Isadora to look away sheepishly.

Stepfather is awkwardly nibbling away on his roast beef sandwich at the other outdoor table. His nose soon twitches, and Stepfather soon sneezes into the crook of his arm.

Hector, who is sitting on the hood of the mini-van with his coffee cup that has no sugar but an abundant amount of creamer (for Fiona witnessed it herself), then talks. Fiona isn’t sure what the handyman is saying, but she thinks Hector is saying, “Bless you.”

Fiona sees Stepfather looking upward at Hector’s directions, and is likely saying, “Thank you.”

“What about them?” repeats Fiona, slowly glancing back at Quigley. Fiona can now see that Quigley’s gaze from before is directed at Hector himself.

“You remember back at Crown City, when we were in Ella Jane Wile’s apartment, while the adults were out doing what was bartered?” Quigley is still staring at Hector. “We got bored of playing ‘Go Fish’ and we elected to watch a movie?”

“Aye.” Fiona takes a rather large bite out of her corndog. She chews for a bit, and then swallows. “To think that of all movies, we watched a movie adaptation of an Andrew Lloyd Webber musical. And it’s Cats of all things. Never thought Ella Jane Wile would have a DVD copy of it. I guess she enjoys poetry, like your sister, Fernald, and Stepfather.”

“T.S. Eliot is a popular poet,” says Quigley. “Anyway, for the last few days, I keep on thinking back to ‘The Naming of Cats’ number. About how cats have three different names. A daily name, a fancy unique name, and their secret name no one knows.”

“…And this relates to my stepfather and Hector how?” Fiona is completely lost.

“Do you know your stepfather’s full name, Fiona?” asks Quigley, his gaze now on her. “As in, his biological full name?”

“I only know his biological surname is Heng,” answers Fiona. She takes another bite out of her corndog, deciding to chew and talk this time around. “He says his first name is hard to pronounce due to past experience, especially within the organization.”

“Do you know that your stepfather’s first name starts with the letter V?”

“Of course! Some people call Stepfather by his first initial, but he prefers going by his last name. Your father was one such person to call him by his initial.”

“Dad did refer to him as V a lot,” says Quigley, almost softly. “Okay, so let’s say you didn’t know your stepfather’s first name initial, or his biological surname Heng,” continues Quigley. “Would you have reason to believe that Heng is his first name, had you heard it for the first time?”

Fiona takes another bite out of her meal, and once again talks with her mouth full. “Aye. All of my life, people refer to my stepfather as Widdershins. I would have instantly jumped to the conclusion his first name is Heng. How does this relate to a T.S. Eliot poem?”

Quigley sets his turkey wrap down, and picks up his slushie. He doesn’t take a sip out of it though. “In a way, your stepfather has three different names. The name people call him daily is Widdershins. His fancy unique name is his first initial, V. And his third secret name that no one knows. Or at least partly know about. Like you, and I assume your brother.”

He then stares directly at Fiona. It’s an inquisitive stare, curious of something. “Can you think back to what Hector asked you, when your Stepfather was with Ella Jane Wile?”

Fiona continues to eat her corndog, and thinks over Quigley’s question. She goes back to that moment in time, with Stepfather going with Ella Jane Wile into the kitchen. She thinks to how Hector without hesitation, steals Stepfather’s spot on the sofa, and—

“Care to tell me what why you two are going by different names, as well as to why your stepfather is going by the surname of Heng?”

“Surname…” says Fiona softly. “Hector said surname before I even explained to him.”

Quigley nods his head. “Using your answer as a baseline —especially in regards to your Stepfather’s preference on why he goes by Widdershins— unless I’m overthinking things…”

Quigley trails off, for he looks back out the window. Fiona couldn’t help but follow suit.

Fiona couldn’t help but stare at Hector, who still sitting on the hood of the mini-van hood of the mini-van with his coffee cup that has no sugar but an abundant amount of creamer.

Hector, the poor handyman from the Village of Fowl Devotee, who got suddenly caught in the drama that is her family, the Quagmires, and the Volunteer Fire Department, and took it all in stride when everything came crashing down.

“How could Hector have known in context, Heng is a surname?” finishes Quigley.

Fiona doesn’t know how to answer Quigley’s question.