#Fic I haven't written yet

[ehyde]

notes on a xiyao cyberpunk au

inspired by the short story "Lena"

brain uploads for tedious digital tasks are no longer legal, but there’s a black market

Meng Yao traded an upload of his brain that would live on in perpetual digital slavery for his freedom from the brothel

events paralleling canon happened (heck maybe this is even a scifi cultivation au; interesting possibilities with AIs and digital people cultivating) but the original Meng Yao dies in the aftermath of Sunshot

Nie Huaisang had known about the upload—since he found out, he’d always harbored naive visions of “rescuing” the digital version of his friend. Since he also knew about Meng Yao’s wish to be acknowledged by his father, he ensures the digital copy ends up in Lanling

However, as we know, JGS is terrible. He’s happy to publicly exploit the idea that he rescued his son from a life of digital slavery

(he didn't. who knows how many more instances of uploaded!JGY exist out there. JGS is happy to make use of all the ones he finds)

Meng Yao was uploaded immediately before leaving the brothel, so digital JGY doesn’t remember rescuing Lan Xichen, his time in Qinghe, or being undercover in Qishan. All he knows, at first, is that his father—regretting his inability to save his real son (hah)—graciously tracked down his uploaded version, which many people wouldn’t consider a person at all, and offered him the chance to manage Jinlintai, which is much more tasteful work than most uploads find themselves doing.

NHS actually brought back a fresh install, so JGY doesn't remember any previous uploaded existence, either. He is aware there are probably other instances living less appealing lives. But those aren’t him (he tells himself), and that was a choice he made himself.

So he's set up as like--think Tony Stark's JARVIS before he became Vision or smth, but in futuristic Jinlintai. People would think he was an AI, if JGS didn't want everyone to know who he really was

NHS may or may not have saved a clean install for himself, to be his friend, because he’s a bit selfish like that too, or you know, just in case things go wrong. A backup! Always good to have a backup! Lan Xichen is determined to befriend JGY. He ends up being the one to tell him about his role in Sunshot.

JGY might resent the original MY a little bit—for dying before he could live the life that JGY paid for, for being the one LXC fell in love with

until he realizes that LXC still sees him as fully the same person, that LXC is in love with him, too

It’s easy to murder your dad when you control every aspect of his smart home the end.

(except not, because I thought of something different)

it was a different instance of his upload that did it, after seeing something in the course of his work that convinced him JGS had to die

normally a blackmarket upload would have no agency whatsoever so exactly how he managed to kill JGS is a mystery

especially since the instance was deleted before he could be questioned by the authorities

brought Jinlintai!JGY into the public eye again, some people even theorizing that Jinlintai!JGY was behind it, legally they are different people but are they really? etc

ok it doesn't change much in the long run he and LXC still live happily ever after, I just wanted to not forget there's different versions out there

also possibly sangyao show up to help prove that nope, different instances definitely aren't the same person

#jin guangyao #xiyao #fic I haven't written yet

[kyliafanfiction]

📓

I've talked about this fic a bit before, but:

I have this fic concept - it never quite hits writeable stage whenever I have time for more fics - where Xander Harris (from Buffy) is a closeted trans woman. When Halloween in Season 2 comes close, after an argument with Cordelia leads to them making a bet about something (test scores? Maybe) with the stakes being choosing the other person's halloween costume.

Xander wins the bet, but privately tells Cordelia that she can pick her own costume if she tells people that she won the bet and Xander's costume was what she made Xander wear. Xander says her costume will be something super nerdy and embarrassing if she doesn't agree. Cordelia agrees.

Xander dresses as a female character from some TV Show/Game/Book (I've bounced around a few ideas, never being fully happy with any), and then of course, the standard Halloween fic events happen, everyone becoming their costumes... and when it ends, Xander still have a female body.

And then taking the story from there where Xandra(?) and her new body and she has some kind of powers or abilities, and she and Cordelia eventually end up dating (because I'm a hopeless Xandelia shipper), etc. Most of the time I also want to have Cordelia end up with some lasting change from the costume (if not powers, then skills with a weapon or something) and same with Buffy and Willow, but I'm never happy with any of the ideas I get, for long, or have trouble finding ways for them to make sense.

But boy howdy do I daydream about this idea a lot in one form or another.

Send me a 📓 and I'll tell you about a fic I haven't written yet!

#Asked and Answered #Xander Harris #Female Xander Harris #Genderbent AU #Genderbent Xander Harris #Fic I Haven't Written Yet #Xandelia

[rebrandedbard]

How does the great Sandpiper successfully smuggle 130 children out of the Nilfgaard-occupied territory of Hamm? With the power of a forgotten story, a traditional song, and a masterful lie.

A piece for my upcoming fic, The Piper of Hamm, based on The Pied Piper of Hamelin, next in my fairy tale series.

#FINALLY finished this wip from literally TWO YEARS ago and it only took an HOUR to add the background and stuff #my art #my witcher art #witcher #the witcher #jaskier #The Piper of Hamm fic #I'm basically writing all these fics in order on a sticky note #you can see why I haven't gotten around the the Howl's Moving Castle or Stardust AUs yet because of this #TWO YEARS I had this idea #and it is only now being written #my life is pain lmao #but I've never been invested in a fandom this long so I think I've finally found my forever fandom #and the need to write these aus is still strong #so we'll see them one day

[cappydoodle]

that one poké twitter (pokétter? or would it be smth like chatotter?? idk) post from ch 10 of my fic :3c

unblurred pic below the cut!!

#my arts #my fics #pokemon #submas #legends arceus #ingo #emmet #akari #depot agents #pokemon ingo #pokemon emmet #pokemon akari #tag along au #i had an idea for another post with this picture but it'd be spoilys for stuff i haven't written yet ehehe #also if you tag this as bl*nksh*pp*ng i swear im gonna🔪🔪 #midnight posting #1am posting baybee #id in alt text

[wikiangela]

tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @thewolvesof1998 @elvensorceress @diazsdimples @tizniz @bidisasterevankinard @spotsandsocks @jesuisici33 @dangerpronebuddie 💖💖

started another bucktommy wip 🙈 they consumed me, and im not even mad haha

I was just thinking at work and thought about buck telling tommy about the will (this is gonna get there i promise lol and I think the sperm donor thing too bc this is bucktommy endgame fic and buck wants it all out there haha)

ngl im lowkey annoyed bc I had a whole convo in my head and it was so good, but couldn't write it down and forgot half of it, but I think it came back to me more or less haha

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In Buck's defense, he doesn’t mean to ask this question right then. It just slips out. He's lying in the big, strong arms of his very hot, amazing boyfriend, both sweaty and still breathless. He’s blissed out and fucked out, and so content and still dizzy after a mindblowing orgasm. He doesn’t have a lot of control over his thoughts and words right now. So he surprises even himself when the question flies out of him.

“Do you want to have children?” he asks casually, absentmindedly playing with their intertwined fingers where they're splayed on his chest.

“What?” Tommy asks, surprise and even shock evident in his voice, and only then Buck realizes what he said, and he feels his eyes widen and face starts to burn, and he stares at the ceiling, but feels Tommy’s gaze on the side of his head.

“I- I- I mean, like ever, some day, down the line- not like- I mean, you know, I- I just thought we should talk about it if- if- if it’s going where I hope it’s going- because I- we’ve been together for a while and I hope that- I think I-” he starts rambling and stumbling over his words, panicking just a little bit. Fuck, they’ve been doing so good the past few months, it’s honestly his best relationship he’s been in, probably the longest, too, and now he goes and screws it up by being too much, too soon, too serious-

“Evan.” Tommy’s hand lands on his cheek, and he gently turns Buck’s head towards himself. He meets Tommy’s soft gaze, and relaxes a little instantly. Tommy doesn’t look freaked out, just surprised, but there’s a hint of a smile dancing on his lips.

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no pressure tags: @thebravebitch @shortsighted-owl @eddiebabygirldiaz @watchyourbuck @eowon

@loserdiaz @evanbegins @ladydorian05 @wildlife4life @diazpatcher

@lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @weewootruck @loveyouanyway @spagheddiediaz

@rainbow-nerdss @epicbuddieficrecs @pirrusstuff @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @nmcggg

@rogerzsteven @giddyupbuck @tommykinards @underwaterninja13 @exhuastedpigeon

@911-on-abc @steadfastsaturnsrings @theotherbuckley @buddieswhvre @fortheloveofbuddie

@hoodie-buck @your-catfish-friend @hippolotamus @daffi-990 @honestlydarkprincess

@aroeddiediaz

#tease tidbit tuesday #wikiangela writes #i just love flustered panicking buck idk he's so adorable haha #also the first thing that came to me started with 'eddie put me in his will' but i haven't written that part yet haha #fic snippet #my writing #my wips #911 fic #911 abc #bucktommy #tommy kinard #evan buckley #buck x tommy #bucktommy fic #911 spoilers #bucktommy the will talk fic #<- that's how my doc is titled idk lol #i know bucktommy isn't everyone's cup of tea so if y'all don't wanna be tagged in those snippets just lmk lol #bc I can't stop (i'm slowly writing buddie too tho but rn this is where inspiration goes haha)

[ashanimus]

Fanart for @polyhexian's Jabberwocky.

#the owl house #toh hunter #emperor belos #jasper #darius deamonne #lilith clawthorne #this fic has taken over my brain #i can't believe I haven't drawn this poor bastard yet #please read it #it's hands down one of the best written queer tragedies I have EVER read #ash art #polyhexian #hey fucker come get your boy #also I know fake screenshots are very 2012 but I LIKE MAKING THEM #the golden guard #moments before disaster

[zishuge]

Today I gave myself feels thinking about Fang Duobing, Di Feisheng, and Hulijing moving on and aging in a world without Li Lianhua. A world where Li Lianhua isn't there — but then again, he is there, in Lianhualou, and in the townspeople who flock to it, bearing gifts for the miracle doctor who once saved a life, fixed a roof, exposed a conman, comforted a child. Young Fang Duobing used to want to know every little detail about his hero, Li Xiangyi. Now Fang Duobing wants to know every detail about his beloved friend, Li Lianhua. The years pass and fewer people come. But if they remember him, Li Lianhua lives on.

(long post, half meta, half fic, bittersweet)

They travel together, with Hulijing, in Lianhualou. Fang Duobing has nothing better to do, so he takes up detective work again. Di Feisheng has nothing better to do, so he comes along. Everywhere they go, they look for Li Lianhua. And in their journeys, it seems like everywhere they go, someone is talking about Li Xiangyi. Li Xiangyi, who had always been something of a legend, but ever since his reappearance and subsequent (re)disappearance, has seemingly been elevated into something approaching godhood.

you should've seen him, people say, floating across the rooftops in red, cold and beautiful, like an avenging hero out of some novel. wasn't he dead? no — of course he wasn't, li xiangyi would never have been so easily killed. but it was bicha poison, i heard nobody could survive bicha poison. yes, he was definitely dead, and came back to life through dark magic. no, he'd been alive the whole time, just held captive by di feisheng. he tried to kill his shixiong ten years ago and failed, and came back to finish the job. no, his shixiong tried to kill the emperor and li xiangyi came to stop him. the emperor? impossible. yes — don't you know, li xiangyi is the emperor's long-lost son?

All of it only amuses Di Feisheng, but it irks Fang Duobing. The same Fang Duobing, who, when he was younger, would've hungered for every little detail about Li Xiangyi and begged to hear more, now finds it maddening to listen to these strangers talk about him as if they knew him. The world might have known Li Xiangyi, but it had never known Li Lianhua.

Li Lianhua, who could wield Shaoshi like it was a natural extension of his arm, but regularly cut his fingers clumsily slicing radishes and onions. Li Lianhua, who would invariably try to shrug off an attack of bicha poison, but yelped and jumped back from hot oil splatters in the kitchen like a child. Li Lianhua, who frowned when a passing carriage splashed mud onto his robes, but knelt carelessly into the dirt and grass to play with Hulijing.

None of them knew any of that.

But as Fang Duobing and Di Feisheng continue their travels, they begin to encounter other people as well. People who come running when they see Lianhualou in the distance tottering their way. People who come bearing gifts — a woman looking for the shenyi who had helped her with her back pain and also exposed the con artist who had tried to trick her daughter into marriage. A young man coming to thank the doctor who had given his father herbs for stress while uncovering the corrupt official who had falsely accused him of theft. An elderly couple looking for the young man who had helped them thatch their roof before a rainstorm and had given them some medicinal cream before he left. (One middle-aged man with a club, looking for the wangba quack doctor who had exposed his infidelity to his wife — he had left after one look at Di Feisheng, standing silently in the doorway with his arms folded across his chest and dao strapped across his back.) People who greet Hulijing like an old friend.

Fang Duobing listens eagerly to every story they tell him, and in return, he tells them about his brilliant, kind, exasperating friend. Di Feisheng rolls his eyes every time, but Fang Duobing notices he never walks away either. They don't talk about it. But it’s as if Li Lianhua returns, however briefly, during those visits; in those moments, Fang Duobing can almost see him standing there, bending down to pet Hulijing alongside these old friends as she grins her little doggy grin and wags her tail. She escorts their guests to the door, and sits in the doorway after they leave, looking out at the world as though waiting. He doesn't ask if Di Feisheng can see him too. They sit and share wine after these visits, and eat the fruit that the visitors bring, until Di Feisheng can stand the heavy silence no longer and pushes Fang Duobing outside to spar. Hulijing follows faithfully, as always.

(fang duobing had brought home a puppy, once. he can't remember where he found it, but he remembers that he had held it in his lap in his wheelchair, eager to show it to his uncle before taking it home to his mother. his uncle had glared, and told him that dogs were only useful to guard the house, and tianji manor already had guards, human ones, and that fang duobing would do better to focus on his swordplay rather than waste time on such useless and frivolous things. he had taken the puppy away and fang duobing had never seen it again. it wasn't until those blurry months as he rode across the countryside looking for li lianhua, hulijing trotting along ever so loyally at his side, that he realized this was just another way that shan gudao and li xiangyi were opposites.)

The years pass, and there are fewer and fewer people who come. One day Fang Duobing wakes up with the unbearable realization that he is now older than Li Lianhua had ever been, would ever be, and is unable to get out of bed for a good half a shichen. Di Feisheng leaves him be.

The years pass, and Di Feisheng grows older too. There are lines on his face, snowy white beginning to thread through his jet-black hair. Fang Duobing wants very much to tease him about it, but the words catch in his throat when he looks too closely at the signs of time on Di Feisheng's face. What a precious and altogether rare thing it is, to age.

The years pass, and Hulijing grows older too. Fang Duobing finds that more and more often, Hulijing can no longer keep up with him when he goes riding. He stops going riding. She gets cold more easily now too, and more and more often Fang Duobing wakes in the morning with Hulijing curled up under the covers next to him, her wet nose shoved into his armpit. He holds her close and thinks about Li Lianhua shivering in his arms.

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It's been nearly a year since their last visitor, but today there is an old man. He comes in the morning, bringing a basket of plums. A long time ago, he says, a young man who lived here saved my life. I had been poisoned, he says, by my son who wanted my money and my lands. The doctors said there was no cure. But then the young man came and performed a miracle. He saved my life. He saved my life.

Fang Duobing knows it was no miracle that saved him. He asks for the old man's hand and it is given readily, albeit bemusedly. He presses his fingers to the inside of the man's wrist, and is greeted with a whisper-faint, gentle thrum of yangzhouman — a soft hello from a much-beloved friend. You fool, he thinks dazedly, caught somewhere between overwhelmed that here is someone, inside whom a piece of Li Lianhua lives on, and so bitterly angry. What had it cost? Some hours, days, weeks? He doesn't let himself think of what another week might have afforded them in those wild final days, in their desperate search for a cure. Fang Duobing gives the old man back his hand and blinks back the sting of tears. He cannot talk about Li Lianhua today. He apologizes and tells him that the man he is looking for is traveling and won't be back for a few days, but that Fang-mou will pass on the message. Before he leaves, the man leans down to rub at Hulijing's ear. My old friend, he says, like me, you, too, are truly old now.

After the man leaves, Fang Duobing folds himself into a sit on the floor of Lianhualou and gathers Hulijing into his arms. Gently — her joints are stiff now, and he can't haul her around, can't roughhouse with her the way he used to. Di Feisheng comes down the stairs from where he had been listening; he stands behind Fang Duobing and places a warm, steady hand on his shoulder. At the edge of his vision, near the door, Fang Duobing can see the hazy hem of green robes. If he looks up, he wonders brokenly, what would he see? The face of a man forever frozen in youth? Or a face lined with age, snowy white beginning to thread through jet-black hair? He suddenly finds that he cannot bear to find out.

Fang Duobing knows. He knows that the myth and the outlandish rumors about proud, arrogant, beautiful Li Xiangyi will never die. But he also knows that one day, there will be no one else who comes to Lianhualou; no one left who remembers gentle, sly, infuriating Li Lianhua. One day, the old man will pass on and the piece of Li Lianhua that he carries with him will fade as well. And one day… Fang Duobing presses his forehead against the soft fur of Hulijing's neck where it has gone white and thin with age. He closes his eyes and breathes.

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Years and years and years later, Fang Duobing is awakened from where he has fallen into a light doze reading in his chair by a soft knock on the door. There is a woman standing outside, holding a small basket of pears. I think I remember this building, she says. I must've only been six years old, but I had run off and lost my parents. I fell down in the street and skinned my knees. A kind gege helped me and gave me a piece of candy. He said he would walk me home but I said I didn't know whether I should tell him where I lived. He laughed and asked if it would help if I knew where he lived. He pointed to the most fantastical and wild house I had ever seen. I think it was this place. Xiansheng, does he live here? Who was he? Do you know him?

Fang Duobing smiles and invites her inside. On the bed, the small white dog that Di Feisheng has named, ridiculously, Baigujing, raises her head and thumps her tail a few times in hello. Di Feisheng looks up from where he is writing a letter at the table. Fang Duobing leads the woman over and waves at her to sit down. He sits across from her, ignoring Di Feisheng's eyeroll, and offers her a piece of candy. He always keeps candy around. Fang Duobing smiles once more and says, if you'd like to know — there is so much I would like to tell you.

#i just... the idea that xiaobao just wants li lianhua to live in any way he can #if he can't live on in reality xiaobao will make damn sure he lives on in someone's memory #something something you die a second death when there is no one left to remember you something something legacy #one day there will only be fang duobing and di feisheng #fang duobing who was li lianhua's friend #and di feisheng who was li xiangyi's equal #but it is not this day #i hurt myself #mysterious lotus casebook #cw: pet death #it's only very vaguely mplied but just in case #my ramblings #how long does transferred inner power stay in someone else's body? *shrug* #that's probably not how the force works #i write economic research for a living why am i suddenly writing mlc fic i haven't written fic in 10 years THE BRAINROT IT IS REAL #in my mind these are simple townspeople not caught up on jianghu things & thus never knew that li lianhua was li xiangyi - whoever that is #baigujing is “white bone spirit” from journey to the west bc i thought di feisheng would find it funny #but did journey to the west even exist yet in lhl time? probably not? IDK i'm uncultured.

[shikai-the-storyteller]

I'm so bad at actually remembering to recommend fics I like, but I was just reminded of "You And Me Were Built for Violence" and I wanted to take a moment and recommend it to folks if they haven't had a chance to take a look at it yet! It's a Fuga Impossivel + 2b2t crossover fic where Tazercraft are washed up on 2b2t shortly after their escape from Alcatraz and are found by none other than FitMC. It's got some great Fit/Pac content and some really good Tazercraft content. 10/10 fic! There's only two chapters so far, but they're both very satisfying and well written.

#i talk #fic recs #qsmp talk #I've got a ton of fics I need to recommend ahhhhhhhhh #I'm so burnt out I used to be so good at leaving giant paragraphs of comments on people's fics and making giant lists of fanfic recs #:( #ah well #anyways the author is on tumblr @ wsdanon if you'd like to follow them! #they just posted a bit about the fic and I was like OH YEAH I haven't recommended that yet #I'm sure most people in the Hideduo community have read it by now but if you haven't. you should #I like that Pac AND Mike were both stranded #I know a lot of people focus on ''what if Pac was stranded on 2b2t???'' but no. Tazercraft are a package. Do not separate them and all that #pftt #very well written Tazercraft (and Fit too ofc) #speaking of Fit - I'm taking some notes from his Egg event VOD because there are a lot of interesting tidbits in there #and I think folks will enjoy it as much as I am

[soupbtch]

ummm. my fic is done.

#I mean it still needs a bit of editing but like after almost four months #the hell (writing) is finally over #it's clocking in at around 61k words rn and im tired #time to relax ((cry)) #actually you know what. fuck it I'm gonna overshare about this a bit. #I've never written fic before #and besides that - this is the first thing I've sat down to write seriously in about ten years #and ten years ago I was just writing poetry and papers for college #(I don't mean 'just' in a bad way - I only mean that it's been a very different experience for me personally) #very protective over this fic in that it's been sitting in my lap and in my brain for a few months and I don't want to give too much away #so I've deliberately been vague with the marketing of it. because I want people to read and be surprised and experience it firsthand. #and I know it's supposed to be self-indulgent and writing should be about the process and not the results but #I hope people read it??? I've poured my soul into this thing. a bit. a lot. and I'm a simple creature who craves validation. #it's very personal yet at the same time I feel like I haven't done anything new or groundbreaking which. okay it's self-doubt saturday so. #I should ignore that feeling. anyyyyyyyyway. #I hope to post the first chapter in two weeks. crossing my fingers that I don't abort mission before then aaaaaahahaha #also comparison is the thief of joy etc etc etc #danny.xls #danny writes

[smallblueandloud]

'bail organa time travels' sounds like a fic someone would invent specifically to cause you pain.

You're Not Wrong

“How old is she?” asks Bail, before he can think not to.

“Twenty three,” says Solo.

He looks, really looks, at Solo for the first time. “And how old are you?”

“...not twenty three.”

“I didn’t think so,” says Bail, quietly. “She’s going to comm you in a minute, isn’t she?”

“Yeah,” says Solo, looking very tired. “You can-- I would say you shouldn’t listen to what she says, but that’s not going to stop you, is it?”

“No,” says Bail. “Nothing would, for this.”

“Yeah, well, I tried,” says Solo. “Just don’t let her see you. I don’t-- frankly, I don’t know whether you’re a trick or not, and I’m not going to do this to her until I’ve confirmed that.”

#sb and l answers #sb and l writes #star wars #bail organa #han x leia #I JUST WANT. BAIL. TO SEE HIS DAUGHTER GROWN UP #I ALSO WANT BAIL TO MEET LUKE BUT I HAVEN'T WRITTEN THAT PART YET #fic: but the verse is sweet

[ariadnekurosaki]

out of context line tag!

Thanks for tagging me @forcebookish!

Here are a few lines from an as-yet-to-be-titled installment in the Not like other demons series.

There’s still so much to do, and even if Ichigo insists he can take care of things in her absence it’s not fair to him, especially when they haven’t seen each other in almost a month and phone calls aren’t enough and— “You’re really turning me into a crybaby,” she accuses the baby growing inside her as tears spill from the corners of her eyes and down her cheeks. Impatiently she swipes at them with the heel of her palm. “Your father would make fun of me if he could see me crying over missing him.” “Of course I wouldn’t,” Ichigo says lightly. “I’m worth missing.”

I'll tag @hesesols, @romanceisb0ring, @makowrites, and @everything-withered, @aurora-313 and of course, anyone else who wants to participate!

#writing game #ichiruki #this fic will actually star hitsukarin but i haven't written that bit yet

[fauville]

are you guys proud of me!!!!! please be proud of me please

#this is!!!!!!!!!!! huge for me tbh #i haven't written this much of the same story in years #i'm just so excited about this fic in case you didn't know that yet

[fuzzyhairedfreak]

Okay Larian here's how you fix your reputation wrt Wyll being SO ignored by y'all's writing: Give us a fancy ball DLC that he is the star of. Let it be all about his life and his backstory, let us meet his childhood friends and enemies, let us defend his honor in a dramatic duel, let us do a fancy dance with him in front of all of Baldurian high society (whether we're romancing him or not) (seriously even the straight guys on reddit were sad they couldn't dance with him in camp without it being a romance thing). It doesn't have to be as high stakes as some other well known fantasy rpg video game's masquerade ball mission, and in fact I'd rather it wasn't. Rather than the Winter Palace, I'm looking for more of a Citadel DLC vibe if you know what I mean. Let there be some drama, a little plot to solve maybe, but mostly good party times with my friends, and getting to learn more about Wyll as a kid and teen, and Wyll telling us all the best gossip from back then. More interpersonal drama than plot. But most importantly, give Wyll romancers our the Sound of Music Maria and Mr. von Trapp showing the kids a folk dance on the patio. Give us our Pride and Prejudice (2005) no one else in the room moment. Our Cinderella and Prince Charming 'So This Is Love' scene. I'm begging

#wyll ravengard #idk if anything they do can actually fix their bs but.... they could try. and I want a ball. so. #and of course if you aren't romancing wyll you can have a romantic dance with whoever else in there somewhere #but the drama should revolve around him <3 #if anyone has written this as a fic yet link me #i can't read wyll fic yet bc i haven't finished my playthru where i'm romancing him but. for later #this has been an post #bg3

[beanghostprincess]

Maybe it's because I watched Fmab recently but I desperately need Sanji to have a robotic arm. Cut his arm. Make him cry of desperation for losing a limb. Make Franky build him an extremely awesome arm. He'll become ten times cooler and way more traumatized, just the way I like him.

#okay he could also have a robotic leg but i don't like it #i think he'd suffer more losing an arm so let's do that #i actually have this whole sanuso fic idea about him losing an arm protecting usopp #i just haven't......... written anything yet......... yet #one piece #black leg sanji

[cerise-on-top]

Hi!! This might be awkward because it's my first time requesting something but I'll try my best.

Could you write a Fem!Reader x Farah where the reader is a Belly Dancer?

Just them meeting and feeling a spark between them. I'm a dancer and it would mean the world to me.

Thanx in advance!

Hey there! I went a little wild with that one since I've been wanting to write something a bit more elaborate for a while now, hope you don't mind =)

Farah with a Belly-Dancer!Reader

The chill of the evening made you shiver, its breeze gently caressing your skin as though you were a lover long lost. And yet, your performance continued as the audience cheered for you. Four evenings you had been performing now, calming the minds and souls of the weary freedom fighters that battled demons each day, trying to gain their freedom from their cruel oppressors. In the darkness of the night, you danced, giving them a glimpse of hope, showing them what they’re fighting for: A future in which neither man nor woman, adult nor child, had to fear for their life. A future in which everyone was treated as equal with love and compassion. From the ashes of war, that future would arise, growing, nurtured by the community found in the broken homes of the people crying for help. You were there to remind the fighters that that was the life to be had once all of this was over.

A small celebration it was, with many having gone to bed, dreaming of green plains among which their children would play. But not you. You would dance the night away. For as long as you could move, for as long as you could improve someone’s night, you would continue to dance. Your graceful movements, paired with the drums of another, made for quite the spectacle. Although tired, the people cheered for you to continue, to entertain them with your entire being. Those fights riddled them with fear, engraving into their hearts emblems of terror, but you dulled the pain, if just for the duration of which you performed your heart out. The rewards weren’t applause, whistles and flowers being thrown at your feet, it was tomorrow. A tomorrow that was one day closer to being ideal. One day, the wars would be over, but until then you shall hold on.

And the chill of the evening almost made her shiver as well. Farah took notice of the gathering of people over at the building, convening in front of it as though offerings to praise the gods were being made. But there was no such thing, for a benevolent and kind deity would never allow this many of her brothers and sisters to fall. And yet, her curiosity betrayed her in that she turned to look at the blissful scene. As her people clapped along to the music, she felt intrigued. Who was it that brought joy in such dark times? Who would bring about such bright smiles? Who would make those soldiers feel at ease during times of war? It must have been someone, who had lost their mind, evidently. And yet, there was a sense of gratitude. Why wallow in misery, one day it will all have been worth it. One day, those uncertain times would finally be over and they could finally rebuild their cities from the rubble, that, which has been so unfairly been laid waste to.

And among that stage was something Farah would have never believed, had she not seen it with her own eyes. A trick of the dim light, perhaps. Maybe even a phantom, sent to entice her. She was strong, much more so than even her closest companions would believe, but what she saw on stage gave her a feeling of contentment. There was no certainty you were real, perhaps you were an illusion caused by her fears and worries, perhaps you were a foul demon that sought to get her off her path of righteousness. Either way, you were ethereal. The passion behind your movements was enough to convince her that you must have been some greater being. You brought cheer and happiness to the almost hopeless. Oh, how Farah wished she could have gone onto that stage, show her chivalrous side and protect you from all harm. But her mission would allow her to do so anyway.

And what you saw almost made you freeze in place. A woman, hardened by the battles she’s fought and won, but the kindness in her eyes was very much there. She was rough around the edges, she had been beaten down so many times, but she never ceased to fight, she never ceased to do what was right. For herself and the people she believed in. From below, she stared right back at you, her eyes sparkling brighter than the stars above. Although you had recognized her from hearsay, you never would have thought you would get to see her in person, much less have someone of such importance watch your performance. It was the incentive you needed, the energy boost given to you after a small break, that invigorated you. You were born anew under her gaze, a warm feeling overcoming you. And just like that, just because that woman watched you with such intent, you could continue to dance the night away.

But even as that youthful joy began to settle in your heart, you felt the urge to talk to that woman. She, who had no name you knew of so far, had captivated you in a way you couldn’t describe as you were. Perhaps the gods knew what it was you were feeling, but you, a mere mortal, lacked the understanding. And thus, as the masses slowly began to disperse, seeking the warmth of rest, you stepped off the stage for just a moment. There she was, her arms crossed, and yet she seemed approachable. With a gentle smile, she waved you over. In a world where most deities seem to leave humanity to fend for its own, why would a goddess of beauty, love and war come to call you, of all people? It was an enigma you had naught but an inkling of a reason. And yet, despite all the wars she’s fought in, she seemed to be so kind. Your heart was drawn to hers.

“Your performance was really nice.” Her voice, sweeter than sugar trapped in honey, enticed you. Her melodious voice beckoned you closer, and you followed suit.

“Thank you, that’s very kind of you. You’re the commander, right? It’s an honor to meet you. I’m Y/N.” Almost shy in your approach, but you seemed more fierce than a lion defending his own kin. Although you held no guns, you fought for your beliefs in your own ways. How admirable.

Farah may not have been a believer of destiny, thinking that one could only carve one’s own path as the world would do whatever it took to prevent one from achieving the greatest of things, but it felt as though her and you had been intertwined. Oh, what cruelly sweet fate had brought you together? What made you meet under these circumstances? But perhaps fate had brought you together for a reason?

And for the first time that evening, the both of you could finally share in the warmth of a new companionship.

#cod #cod x reader #farah karim #farah karim x reader #I felt pretty good today so I decided I'd write something a bit longer #something truly amazing happened and I can barely put my happiness into words :D #I feel like people would call me weird if I told them what it was though #it's been a while since I've written something like this! I haven't lost my fic-flow entirely just yet!! #I know barely anyone is going to read this since barely anyone cares about Farah (shame on you) but I don't care #I sort of like this piece :> #I hope it's to your liking too anon! I tried to make it good this time! #truth be told I haven't really been satisfied with my writing as of late so I'm just gonna try harder! #I wanna make the language a bit more flowy again! even if it's just a small ficlet like this! #one day I'm gonna write a proper fic again! just you all wait!

[milesandmorales]

I cannot get over the fact that after 10 years Satoru recognizes Suguru's scent.

I'm taking it as canon that because Satoru's six eyes can be overwhelming/overstimulating and because he wears a blind fold he definitely leans into his sense of smell for comfort more. When he was a child - before he learned to regulate his six eyes - sight would often cause him pain. When he was comforted, eyes squeezed shut, it was always smell that would stick with him.

When he went to school - got close with Suguru - he became addicted to his smell. Because Suguru would bring him the most comfort - the happiest memories all were him.

It is scientifically proven that scent can trigger powerful memories.

#satosugu #stsg #satoru gojo #suguru geto #i am tempted to write this into a whole fic #but I haven't written pov gojo yet #but as someone who also leans into sense of smell #lol bye