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mordetwi walked so spamceler could run
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hope you all enjoy and cringe at this cursed art @harveyhaslostit made
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raphaerolo · 1 month
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"It's not easy being green, but it's easier being green... together."
This piece is very old and based off a touching and beautiful frantic fanfic i wrote with my friends over a year ago which is below. Happy st pattys day, have some gay muppets 💚💚💚
"It's not easy being green"
(co-written with @chickengodnoodle and another who isn't on tumblr, and we could only see the last most previous section when we were writing)
Rated all ages
"Understand you wouldn't," Yoda growled
"Talk to meeeeee!!!" Kermit pleaded, on his knees.
"Mmm hmm heh!" Yoda retorted. He scrambled off the bed and scoombled out of the bedroom.
Kermit sat dejectedly on the floor and gazed towards the ceiling. It wasn't always like this between him and Yoda. They used to be happy.
Not anymore.
After Miss Piggy died in a karate tournament, Kermit didn't know where else to go but the stars. He paid the fee to go exploring the galaxy, and he met Yoda there. Kermit was still so in grief over Miss Piggy he didn't expect to fall so fast and so hard for Yoda. They had travelled back to Earth, as Yoda had nowhere else to go, he was only 500 at the time. Still a young Yoda.
He and Kermit settled down in a small house near where Kermit performed. Yoda joined the show for a little. They were happ
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y. but over the years something happened. they fell apart, it sure wasn't easy being green. a sad, depressed Kermit got up from the bed to go for a walk and clear his flat froggy head. he needed something, some idea at all that would bring him and his beloved Yoda back together again. He still loved his fellow green one dearly and couldn't stand it when they fought. He knew deep down that Yoda couldn't stand it either. Kermit walked past busy cars and people alike as he made his way to the local walmart. maybe he would pick out some nice green flowers and some snacks for his beloved. They could have a date night like old times.
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Old times.
Kermit almost laughed.
The good times were all he had left, these days, anyway.
Inside, he grabbed a cart and hunted down an assortment of dehydrated frogs, and the lady at the checkout gave him a wild, unbelieving look at she wrung it up with the flowers and chocolate. The ride to the jedi temple was short, and uneventful. The guards recognized him instantly as the grandmaster's old time lover, and admitted him, if not reluctantly; everyone knew of their fall out.
He kept to himself as he picked his way through the maze of corridors, allowing himself a small pause to smile at the gaggle of junior padawans giggling amongst themselves.
Finally, he reached the corridor where the council members resided.
Yoda's door came too quickly, and Kermit had to force himself to knock before he lost his nerve and ran away like the coward he was. Miss Piggy was right. He was a fraud. A failure. A muppet, if being a man were the other option.
The door opened, and Yoda stood in the door, clad in his bathrobe and holding a tall glass of wine.
"Meditating, I am," he said a little lazily. "What is it, hmm?":
Kermit gulped, and shoved his peace offerings forward.
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"It's not easy being green," Kermit said softly. "But it's easier being green... together."
Yoda looked at him with his wide, dark eyes. He looked at him the same way he'd looked at him when they first met.
Yoda's grip faltered and his wine glasses shattered on the floor. He scrambled around and jumped onto Kermit's back to give him a hug.
"Missed you, I have."
The end.
Brought to you by me and my chaos friends and frantic fanfic
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ethaneldritch · 28 days
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Some friends and I played a game the other night called Frantic Fanfic, where you basically picked random characters out of a hat and had to write a story about them within the allotted time limit.
To differentiate who's who, the game lets each player pick a little avatar character to represent them. Mine was this guy:
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His name is literally Buffpire.
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I couldn't resist
They're friends now
:D
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i can’t be trusted with frantic fanfic
(prompt: blind date)
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sh4tt3rg1rl · 5 months
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FRANTIC FANFICS
TITLE: For the funny (is this even for all ages??) FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: sun, gnagle WRITERS: elsie, xeya, tailsbot RATED ALL AGES
One day, Gnaggagngle and Sun decide to go to therapy. Unfortunately for them, the only available therapist is Ragatha, who immediately has a mental breakdown because girlie needs help.
This now turns to Gangle, Sun, and Ragatha all crying together, doing pure crack as they did so. Wh.. do I even want to know?
Anyway, Sun then flared and died, falling facedown onto the table in front of them.
So now a high Gangle and a high Ragatha are next to a dead body.
"wow, that sure did happen, im still depresed" says Gnangel "Lets go kill Jax, for the funny!" ragatha exclaimed "For the funny!" gangle replied
so then the two went and found jax, who was chilling in a t pose as one does "Jax we here to kill you" said gagnle "No u" says Jax 'oh ok" replies ragatha, as both her and gnglea do the family guy death pose and die.
"wow! they had crack on them!" says Jax "im gonna do the crack, and then ill blow up Mars!" Jax proceeded to do the crack, and blew up mars
Jax then proceeded to become the new tumblr secymand
TITLE: Gangle's Secret love FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: gangle, james/mask WRITERS: gummy, tailsbot, xeya RATED ALL AGES Gangle and Mask were at a cafe, waiting on their order. Gangle had been showing off her sketchbook to Mask, flipping through pages, when suddenly Gangle remembered a particular sketch that was in there… Gangle was too late to snatch the sketchbook back, when Mask flipped the page. "What the hell is this?" He said incredulously. "NO NO NO NO NO!" Gangle screeched.
Unfortunately, all had been revealed…
as her life crumbled before her, she sat, watching the terror in masks face, as they witnessed the page. Her biggest secrets, shown to the world, now everyone would know that
Gangle drew herself, KISSING ZOOBLE!
Mask stared down at the BEAUTIFUL AND TERRIFYINGLY DETAILED DRAWING and slowly turned to look at Gangle. "Are you…" they began, their voice trembling… "…a homosexual?" Gangle profusely denied, but the truth was out. Gangle was gay for Zooble. "Gangle.. why didn't you tell anyone?!" "It was… sniffle… it was too much!!! I COULDN'T!!! ZOOBLE WOULD FIND OUT IM GAY FOR THEM!!!" Mask committed a hit and run on Gangle by smacking her upside the head with her sketchbook and ran over to Zooble. "GANGLE IS GAY FOR Y-" Mask was pulled backwards into the shadows by a mysterious ribboned force and was never seen again… Emerging from the shadows was Gangle! "Hello! Everything you just heard is WRONG." Gangle faded away.
"…What the f-"
TITLE: TOP TEN ANIME BATTLES: #1: SANS VS FREDDY FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: sans, five nigt fredy WRITERS: xeya, gummy, elsie RATED ALL AGES Sans was gearing up for battle against Freddy Fazbear. He shined his Gaster Blaster and FUCKING obliterated a dummy. (mad dummy)
Freddy Fazbear showed up in a full blown mechasuit.
What the fuck.
Sans chuckled as he brandished his weapon. "I know your sins, Freddy. This won't end well for you." Freddy chuckled. "you may be strong, but you're still just a skeleton. One hit and you're done. I know you have a limit. How fast can we reach it?" Sans's eyes narrowed, and he pulled a hand from his pocket, his fingertips glowing blue. The bell rang, and the battle began, Sans dodged Freddy's attacks left and right, shooting arrays of bones in every direction. Freddy was hit several times, but this old bear was strong, and resisted the damage enough to keep going. "You're bear-ly taking a hit, arentcha?" Sans, joked, winking. Freddy Fazbear ignored this, and kept swinging.
Sans kept dodging attacks, but wondered how long he could keep this up…
And then he realized Freddy’s weakness… He’s electronic. And Sans has a bucket of water from an old door prank…
SPLASH
It was done.
@zooooble @thecomicallytragicgangle we wrote shipfic about you by the way
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I did a little Frantic Fanfic session with @bookwermthings and @calmedgoose-blog yesterday!!! Here’s how the two fics I started turned out 💖💖💖
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TITLE: too good to be true
FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: ravaxis starburner, commander cosmo
WRITERS: summer, goose!, bookwerm
RATED ALL AGES
Rav stumbled through the door of the fancy space party he had been invited to. And by stumbled, it was more of a... saunter vaguely downwards. He quickly righted himself, adjusting his cloak and scanning the room for familiar faces. As he observed the situation, he noticed an odd shadow in front of one of the windows. Wait, was it... oh, it definitely was.
"Commander Cosmo?" He asked, smiling lopsidedly as the galactic figure turned to him with a start, clearly not expecting to be noticed.
"Ravaxis Starburner. What
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are you doing here?" Commander Cosmo looked more confused than anything. Rav was slightly disappointed not to see a smile on his old friend's face.
"What, not happy to see me?" Rav teased, smiling big and throwing his arms out for a hug. Cosmo looked uncomfortable and backed away slightly.
"Look man, you can't be here...", Cosmo reluctantly replied, unable to peel his eyes away from the floor. Rav's smile dropped and his arms fell to his sides.
"What.. What do you mean? You'
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re not happy to see me? We're friends, aren't we?"
Cosmo flinched, and Rav wanted to cry.
"What's wrong, old pal?"
"You're dead, Rav."
What? This has to be a joke.
"You have been for a long time."
Cosmo never made jokes like this.
"You keep showing up in my life at different points, always having forgotten that you've died."
No, he'd been invited to this party! ... hadn't he?
" This is an especially inconvenient time. I'm getting married in six minutes. I love you, Rav, but it's time to move on."
Rav fell to the floor sobbing.
Cosmo placed a hand on his shoulder.
I'm sorry.
Fanfic created with #FranticFanfic.
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TITLE: the sounds of yesterday
FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: the jon, zer0
WRITERS: summer, goose!, bookwerm
RATED ALL AGES
The Jon fell to the bottom of the stairs with a crash, trying to scramble back up before the heavy door closed loudly. He turned around slowly, grateful for his glowing eyes that lit up his surroundings despite the dark. He shivered as much as a robot can in fear, tensing when he heard loud, clanging footsteps.
"Who... who's there? I'm the mayor of Biscuitville, and... and I'll get my guards to come get you! Now, please don't hurt me..." he said, putting up his fists like The Spine and Rabbit used to when they'd argue. Gosh, how he wished they were here. He didn't worry as much with his older siblings.
Eventually, the clanging footsteps came to a halt, before a tall automaton rose from the shadows and into Jon's vision. At least, into his vision before he was tacked into a hug.
"HI I'M ZER0!!! ITS SOOOOO GOOD TO HAVE A NEW PERSON DOWN HERE!!!!!! It get's lonely..." The robot said, turning deathly serious at the end before his childlike demeanor came back.
The Jon smiled, happy to meet his other sibling
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immediately jumping in to match his energy, The Jon wrapped his arms around Zer0.
"Hi Zer0!!, I'm *The* Jon, distinguished mayor of biscuit town.", The Jon pulled away from the hug and grabbed his suspenders, putting on the best mayorly smile he could manage.
"Wow! Thank you for your service." Zer0 responded with a salute. The Jon wasn't entirely sure he knew what a mayor was, but that wasn't important for an automaton anyway. He saluted back then quickly shot his hands to his sides, as a way of showing Zer0 he could stop.
"Things have changed around here..." The Jon looked around curiously at the familiar yet different surroundings.
"Oh, yes! We have all the musical advan
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cements that one might want for a basement, I believe. At least, I thought I believed that. Well, um. Want a tour?"
The Jon thought about it for a moment. It was nice to meet a new automaton.
"I suppose so!"
"Okay!"
Zer0 took his arm and led him around the small dark little area. There was a polished cinder block in front of them.
"This is my sitting step. It's where I sit and um, think."
"Ah," said the Jon carefully.
There was a really old television set up against the wall. It was plugged in, and static played on its screen.
"This is my super ultra HD surround sound TV!"
Zer0 chuckled.
"Get it?"
The Jon did not in fact, get it. What he was getting, however, was sad.
there was a scrap of fabric nailed to the wall. It could have been red, once.
"This is my stage curtain!" said Zer0. "It's where I practice all my singing and dance routines. Want to hear?"
Now this The Jon understood!
"I'd love to!" he said.
Zer0 sang Lyin' Awake, and as he did, The Jon felt tears come to his eyes. HOw long had this robot been down here?
Fanfic created with #FranticFanfic.
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morvantmortuary · 4 months
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Our Sokovian Cousin --
(A FranticFanfic collaboration!)
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So I was hanging out with my buds @maximoffwxnda and @fairyysoup last night, and after a fun round of FranticFanfic (which, if you write fic, you should definitely either look into playing solo or with your friends at franticfanfic.com), we were digging back through some of our older rounds, and I found this little gem from like? summer of ‘22?? I asked the other two if they were okay with me posting it, and just thought I'd share it here for funsies ✨
for those who don't know how it works, basically you set a time limit (three minutes or five or more or less depending on how much of a masochist you are) and after everyone throwing in some character suggestions at the beginning, you pick two out of the proverbial hat, and start to write a fic. it's then an exquisite corpse situation where you're randomly shuffled someone else's fic where they left off and write as fast as you can, and then after three switches, the fics are finished and shared and everyone reacts and votes and has a gay old time. it can be played with blorbos or OCs, and obviously in this case, we used both! it's a blast seeing how everyone reacts to weird character combinations, as well as getting to play with your friends' OCs for a few minutes like the beloved barbie they are (and seeing how well they know yours is just!!! a whole other kind of love omg 🥰). we usually play with our friend @bigtiddythanos in the mix too, and it’s always a fantastic evening 🖤
I'll tag the places where we switch off -- but at the end of each section, so if you want to guess who's who ahead of time, feel free. :) I think we were working with around three minutes apiece here?
and, if you haven't read either @fairyysoup or @maximoffwxnda before, definitely go give them a look!! we all met in the Zemo fandom, but they've both covered a plethora of characters since then across multiple fandoms, including Stranger Things, The Alienist, Peacemaker, and Moon Knight, among others, and they're all *mwah* Quality. 🤌🏻🥰
soup's masterlist is here.
wanda's masterlist is here.
this isn't super long, but it is near and dear to my heart 💜 all under a cut so I don't throw off anyone's flow!
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Maxi squints at the man who just stepped into the antechamber of the House, dressed in an overly heavy coat for the hot Louisiana weather.
"Who the hell is this guy?" Hector asks, whispering from behind his hand in the most non-confidential way possible.
Maxi thinks for a moment before he makes a note of the oddly close resemblance he has to the man. "Oh, it's our cousin from Russia or whatever."
"Sokovia." Their cousin, Zemo, glares caustically at the two men as he closes the front door. "Your cousin from Sokovia, thank you. It appears the House hasn't changed much in the twenty years I've been away. Not a bad look, but still, it has that rustic charm you never could get rid of."
Maxi's eye twitches. "Why are you here, exactly?"
(this was by @fairyysoup!)
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"And what's with the coat, man?" Hex laughed.
Zemo fixed his icy eyes on him.
Unlike with most people, Hector refused to shrivel under the force of his gaze. "It's like a million degrees out there."
"Some of us know the meaning of fashion. I like your… shirt."
Hector looked down at his t-shirt and scoffed. "Whatever. I'm gonna bother Rora. Lemme know when Moneybags McGee leaves," Hector said over his shoulder as he walked out of the room.
"Now… Why are you here?" Maxi asked once more with thinly veiled frustration.
"You've heard of James Barnes? The Winter Soldier?" Zemo asked conversationally as he pulled off a set of leather gloves.
Maxi shook his head, crossing his arms over his chest.
Zemo tilted his head at his cousin. "Then surely you've heard of Captain America."
Maxi had. Everyone had. Anyone who hasn't was living under a rock. Or dead. Speaking of which… Maxi had a body currently waiting in the basement. It was in rough shape and needed to be disposed of.
While Zemo had seen and caused his fair share of corpses in his life, he didn't need to know his extended family's secrets.
"Well then, The Winter Soldier and Captain America are currently on their way. I suppose I should've led with that."
(this was @maximoffwxnda!)
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Maxi blinked, trying not to let the utter drop in his gut show too much on his face. "Uh, you fuckin' think? Jesus Christ, man," he turned back towards the basement door. "You're family, you know what kind of operation we run around here. You couldn't've just shot me a text as soon as you heard?"
Zemo arched an elegant brow. "I much prefer to handle these things in… person."
"Well that's fantastic for you!" Maxi let his full exasperation shine through. "You're not the one who's got a corpse in the fuckin' basement!"
"This is a mortuary," Zemo waved a hand dismissively. "I'm sure it's not that out of place."
"Look," Maxi took his glasses all the way off, pinching the bridge of his nose to ward off an oncoming stress migraine. "What the fuck do you want? Why are you here, and are you actually gonna help with any of this?"
"I'm more than happy to distract them," Zemo said in a way that would've been soothing and not condescending on anyone else. "Though I do wonder why your affairs aren't more… in order. If I remember," he cast a gaze over the room. "My uncle ran a rather… tight ship. Vincent, I believe?"
Zemo wasn't used to people suddenly shoving a scalpel against his throat unexpectedly, or for it to glow a blazing red to match the eyes of his cousin.
"Give me one good reason not to add you to the assembly in the basement," Maxi muttered, his voice layered with something that wasn't quite human.
Zemo's eyes, after so long, flickered with their own light - a deep, ominous amethyst. "Because," he murmured, his voice velvet and low. "The last thing we want to do is deny They Who Provide one more potential heir. Don't we, Maximilian?"
Maxi blinked, admittedly looking caught off-guard. "Since when did you--"
They both stopped, turning with wide eyes as a singular knock seemed to echo through the vast foyer.
They looked back to each other with a frown.
(aaand obviously this was me -- it's two years later and I just noticed I shifted into past tense out of habit instead of present, lmao. :'D)
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anyway! I'm in a space where Zemo and the Morvants each have control of half my brain right now, so this was right in the sweet spot of what I needed, lmao. thanks again to my friends for letting me post this little snippet, and looking forward to writing more with y’all soon!! ✨🥰
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reekrockk · 3 years
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"the bite of 87 ;)" animatic?
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rt-lots · 11 months
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and now: ooc punchout frantic fanfics from me and my friends (@fluffyglass @sparrowofsardinia @hocuscroakus)
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laxeriasky · 2 months
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Here’s a fanfic I wrote on FranticFanfic
TITLE: ♡thank you Genya♡ FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: genya shinazugawa, myself WRITERS: LaxeriaSky RATED ALL AGES
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The wind blows through the branches of the wisteria tree. I sit there watching flowers and butterflies fly around. The bees pick up pollen in nearby lilies, the birds sing songs high up in the treetops, and the branches sway in the wind. I watch a worm turn in the dirt and scrunch up and lay itself flat again. It slowly moves across the dirt, looking for sanctuary in its usual home. The worm doesn’t seem worried, more so calm than anything. I hear a rustling to my left. My head whips over to the sound and I see someone standing there looking at me. His face turns bright red and he immediately looks away. I stand up and walk over to him. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” I look him up and down, yet I don’t see anything wrong with him. “What’s your name?” “Ge-Genya Shina-Shinazugawa,” he whispers. I smell candles coming from inside the Butterfly Mansion. I see candles blazing in a dark room. They light it up as though sunlight doesn’t exist. Little to no books are in the room. “Why are you here Genya? Are you hurt?” I look back at him and cock my head curiously. He looks down and if his face could get any redder it would. “I-I am ju-just sta-staying here fo-for n-now,” he stutters out. It seems as though it’s hard to talk. Concern covers my face. He looks up at me and his eyes lock with mine for a second. I realize just how cute he is. His big purplish eyes, the scar reaching from his right cheek and across his cheek and the bridge of his nose, that cute mohawk that is blowing in the wind, and his muscular body. After our eyes lock he looks away. “Awww, are you scared or something?” ‘Please look at me again,’ I think. I want to beg to stare into those kind eyes again. “Lady Shinobu told me to give this to you.” He holds out a notebook with a lilac drawn on the cover. “She said it was a get well gift.” His voice is so quiet I almost don’t hear it. I give him a warm smile as I gently take it from his hands. “Thank you Genya.”
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bookwermthings · 2 months
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Steam Powered Giraffe Frantic Fanfic!!
Yesterday I wrote six fanfics with @calmedgoose-blog and @prettiest-ghoul-at-the-party ! Here are the two I started. (Well, one of them, my beginning got accidentally deleted :( but still)
Fanfic One
TITLE: The Muse and The masterpiece sit down for drinks
FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: delilah moreo, rabbit
WRITERS: bookwerm, summer, goose! RATED ALL AGES
Delilah Morreo and Rabbit were sitting at a table. Rabbit sighed.
"I don't know what to say," she said. "I never thought that I'd meet the woman my original design was supposed to be modeled after."
"And I never thought that I would get to meet robots built by the man obsessed with me. Color us both surprised!"
Delilah's pale undead hand picked up the glass and downed it. Rabbit had been surprised she could still drink things.
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Taking a moment to assess the somehow living woman in front of her, Rabbit sighed yet again.
"What... what was he like to you?"
Delilah looked up, somewhat shocked, before shrugging and fidgeting with the stem of her glass.
"As you know, he was an inventor. He was... kind, but he let science get in the way of feelings. Although, I can't say much, I did the same thing rather often! That was just how it was there..."
Rabbit nodded, reminiscing on those times where he had pushed her to the side, not fixing her properly so he could deal with some other experiment.
"I'm not surprised."
She said with an unhumorous chuckle.
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Delilah noticed her slight upset, quickly trying to comfort her
"Hey, but that led to him creating you!", her attempt to reassure the robot with a smile was in vain.
"Just wish he had done it properly...", Rabbit mumbled and fidgeted with her thumbs.
"I.. don't understand.." Delilah was confused but tried her best to be empathetic.
"I wasn't always.. this way. Six fixed me. I was always supposed to be pretty.. just like you. Papa never finished me.",
Rabbit looked down at the table. Delilah was at a loss.
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Fanfic Two
TITLE: fishing in the clouds
FEATURING THE CHARACTERS: hatchworth, airheart
WRITERS: bookwerm, summer, goose!
RATED ALL AGES
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HELP WHY ISNT THERE A BEGINNING
Hatchworth took a blue portal up into the sky, out of curiosity. He landed amongst the clouds, but... he was a robot. He can't land against the clouds, he's made of metal and clouds are water vapor! Until he realized, he didn't land amongst the clouds at all. He was caught, by someone he had only heard about in stories.
"... Miss Lily? I mean, uh, Miss Airheart?" He asked, shocked.
She laughed, whirring along the sky. "Just Lily is fine. And who are you, little... robot man?"
"Hatchworth, at your service! Normally I say that after arriving to someone's doorstep in a human sized package, but I guess taking a portal into the clouds works too from time to time! Um... I didn't know you were real."
Lily laughed again, nodding. "Yeah, I get that a lot. Some band made a song about me since their dad knew my dad I guess... I'm guessing you're a fan of theirs?"
Hatchworth bristled at the comment. "Not at all! That is, I'm not a fan because I... well, I'm in the band. Or at least I was. But I'm looking for better ventures now! I've been a goldfisher."
He stated matter-of-factly, as if lying to her about what he's been up to is more important than telling someone about his time traveling.
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"A... goldfisher?" Lily responded giving him a rather curious look.
"Yes, Ma'am", Hatchworth nodded excitedly.
"And what exactly does that entail..?" Lily chuckled softly.
"Well.. Well..." Hatchworth hadn't exactly thought that far. "Goldfishing?"
Lily let out a gentle laugh.
"Right, how silly of me to ask.." Lily then thought for a moment. "But how did goldfishing get you all the way up here..?" Hatchworth thought for a moment
"Magical goldfish?" He responded
"You don't seem so sure.." Lily raised an eyebrow
"Well, okay, I'm a time traveler, but you have to promise not to tell anyone"
She promptly dropped him out of surprise.
Fanfic created with #FranticFanfic.
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haha no context goes brrrrrr
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@harveyhaslostit made this meme lol
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earwormie · 7 months
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@shaunofthedead @leofwines @chuchulovelymunimuni
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sharkdenwrites · 5 months
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Trapdoor (concept)
So there's a game called Frantic Fanfic and I decided that I'd use it to warm up and/or work out concepts and ideas for fics. This one is obviously not a finished fic because I had 15 minutes to write the whole thing, but I could definitely turn this into something bigger :3
Rating: Teen and Up
Pairing: Shin Soukoku (Atsushi Nakajima/Ryuunosuke Akutagawa)
Word Count: 329
Having a rivalry with the Port Mafia wasn't easy, especially when your crush is part of it. Atsushi was in this predicament himself, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus during battles when he couldn't get his head out of the clouds and his eyes off a certain mafioso.
Akutagawa on the other hand, was the type to remain professional despite any feelings he might have or commitments made prior to missions. That said, he couldn't deny he felt a certain draw to the weretiger. He chalked it up to jealousy most of the time.
Usually the Port Mafia and ADA were pitted against each other in combat, but today they were to work in tandem. Atsushi and Akutagawa were paired together thanks to Dazai's meddling.
"Do you know where we are, because I haven't got a clue." Atsushi piped up nervously from behind his partner. "These trees all look the same, I can't pick up anything with my senses, and it feels like we're going in circles…" he trailed off as he was fixed with a glare from the other man.
"If you hadn't insisted you'd seen something and led us off track 30 minutes ago, we'd be less lost. Leave it to Jinko to get distracted, I suppose." Akutagawa coughed into his hand before he was suddenly gone from Atsushi's vision, having tripped on… something.
"Ah… it seem's we've found what we were looking for," he groaned, rolling up onto one knee and brushing away fallen leaves from a raised spot on the ground.
Atsushi cocked his head. "Is that… a hatch ? In the middle of the woods ?"
The mafioso sniffed and stood up, dusting off his coat. "Point for Jinko, though it wouldn't take much to identify that." He bent down to turn the wheel on the hatch, swinging it open. Immediately a stale, rotten stench filled the air.
"I guess someone already took care of the men down there. But who could've done that ?"
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dr-george-ordell · 6 months
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ROTTEN LIKE SUGAR-COATED TEETH
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Aaron would never live his dirty little secret down if it ever got out.
He shuddered under his breath as the rough hands of the other man gently massaged him, large fingers pressing and applying a soothing amount of pressure upon his clothed back, creeping lower and lower. Aaron let out a low whine at this, squirming upon the satin sheets that he sat on.
"Not today Jack. I'm frankly exhausted." Aaron murmured out closing his eyes as the tension from his shoulder leaked out.
A voice from behind hummed. "Alright, my darling." The other man replied in a baritone rumble, hands travelling back up to undo the knots within his shoulder.
Aaron audibly swallowed, a heat glazing across his face at the sensation of feeling the light breath of vanilla upon the nape of his neck.
He missed that smell, having been cooped up in the quite dingy underground site-one, meeting barely any sunlight (probably non at all with how he was hunched over his computer for most of that time) and having no social interaction at all. Maybe with the guards perhaps, or other council members, but they all seemed to just eventually mould together into an amalgamation in his mind.
It was a morbid thought. But it didn't belong in the same place as the rich baroqe decor and mahogany furniture of the room. His thoughts were often unclean, unable to be rid of any kind of grey, gloomy glumness. But temporarily, he would put it in a box, lock away as the older man utterly spoiled him rotten.
New clothes? Aaron was bought the best one on demand, anomalous or not, even if he himself could easily order new ones with the click of his thumb. New jewellery he was eyeing up? Jack adorned him with twice the frilly and ornamental things, glittering rubies and glistening emeralds neatly placed upon him, as if he were a doll.
He was eyecandy, to be observed, praised, admired, quite literally sometime whenever Jack decided to paint him.
His jaw clenched in tension at particular memories, the other man's hand moving up and down his limbs, guiding him gently into certain poses. Always asking for permission to touch him when moving Aaron around to act as a pose model. Being so sickly sweet towards him with loving adoration, that Aaron found it more capitulating than the quite obviously dirty things Jack said to purposefully rile him up.
"Is it okay for me to touch you here? I need your words darling. Ah, thank you, your so pleasantly obedient, so good for me."
Aaron nervously crossed his legs at the memory of that certain painting. He had been wearing a rather gaudy eighteenth-century guard's costume that day. It was absolutely torturous to hear the thinly veiled flirting and the smooth, warm fingers just trailing above a layer of several clothes, seperating bare skin from the other.
He just hoped though that the council wouldn't find said oil paintings if Jack ever auctioned them off.
It'd be dastardly evil of that bastard to even attempt to do that anyways, as Aaron wouldn't be able to look at anyone in the eye if they found out the rather scandalous backstory that led to those hauntingly beautiful, eerie portraits.
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Pinky Promise
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Co-written with the one and only @littlemisspascal​
Pairings: kid!Din and kid F!Reader
Summary: There’s something odd about the new girl in the village and Din accidentally discovers the reason for it
Word count: 600
Rating: teen
Warnings: force-sensitive!Reader
A/N: Wrote this with Rae while playing frantic fanfic, there was some minor editing after that but otherwise it stayed the same as it was written, enjoy!
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Everywhere Din goes he stumbles across the village’s new girl as if their paths are meant to cross. Still, during the two months she has been living there, the boy hasn't gathered the courage to talk to her. There is something different about the girl, but he can't quite pinpoint what it is. Not until on one of his forest hikes he finds her sitting on top of a rock, eyes closed, surrounded by smaller floating rocks.
As soon as he sees her it's like she senses him too, all the rocks fall to the floor instantly, except one that flies towards his face and stops only an inch from his temple. The girl approaches him, a fierce expression on her face. 
"What do you want?" With every word, the rock creeps closer forcing Din to step back until his back hits a tree. "You keep following me everywhere so what do you want? Are you with them?"
Din put his hands up, trying to appear as non-threatening as possible. "You're a Jedi."
At Din’s amazement, the expression on the girl's face softens. "You can't tell anyone."
"Okay." At Din's answer, the girl drops the rock to the floor and the boy puts his hands down.
"I'm serious,” there’s a fear in her voice he had never heard from another kid, “they'll find me and take me away."
Din blinks, not sure what to say. He's heard stories of the Jedi, of their laser swords and daring battles. But in the stories, they'd all been adults, not kids. Especially not kids with untied shoelaces and trembling hands and powers they never asked for. 
"I'll keep your secret," Din tells her, holding out his pinky finger. "I promise."
She hesitates for a second, nose scrunching skeptically, but kids of all ages know the seriousness of a pinky promise, so she wraps hers around his, squeezing it tightly. 
Time seems to stop, briefly. The leaves of the trees above going still. And neither of them knows it then, but a bond is struck in that moment. One that will last the duration of their lifetimes, despite the distance and time spent apart. 
"Thanks. I owe you one," she says at last.
"Be my friend?" Din asks.
"Sure," she shrugs trying not to give it too much importance but the shy smile that appears on her face betrays her intentions. "Wanna see something cool?"
Before Din can answer, his feet leave the ground causing his stomach to churn and a small yelp to escape his lips. The girl's concentration goes away as she giggles at his reaction, causing the boy to land back on the floor. 
"What else can you do?" The girl's eyes light up at the question, happy to finally have someone she can be herself with. The rest of the afternoon is spent with them running around in the forest, the girl showing him her powers, the boy showing her his favorite hiding spots. 
Just as the first star appears in the sky, the two kids sit on an old log, sweat covering their temples and big smiles on their faces. They have a whole summer to enjoy ahead of them, to play hide and seek and swim in the river, to swap secrets and stories, three months that will be filled with happiness. After that, the girl's location will be discovered and the people looking for her will destroy the boy’s village in the process.
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