#just fic already

[slippinmickeys]

Such a fun writers workshop tonight! Thank you @audiofanficpod! Missing @frangipanidownunder and all other participants of the past. Hope to see you at the next one. Posting my response to prompts tonight, in hopes of maintaining momentum.

The first:

“Pick a key,” Mulder said, setting two keys of similar profiles in front of her.

They were thick and ancient, with a patina that had probably been earned. They looked so old – practically antediluvian – that she thought briefly that if the locks they unbolted survived, the doors they had protected probably had not. Nevertheless, she placed a finger lightly on the more aged of the two, sliding the old passe-partout away from her and towards her partner. The metal was cold on her skin, dense and dinged up; it looked like he’d pulled it out of the mote of an old castle, or unearthed it from an Ionian’s grave.

“I don’t think I want to know what this is to,” she said, flitting her eyes quickly to his.

“If I said ‘my heart’ would it engender affection or rage?”

“Vexation, probably.” She rolled the tip of her tongue over the inside of her cheek.

“Okay, then. I’ll just stick with my original plan.” He pocketed the other key, and then slid the one she’d chosen into the pocket at the front of her shirt. It didn’t fit in all the way, and pulled at the loose material, the metal heavy and thick.

“Which is?”

“Get in the car and find out.”

“Is this because I got you a book?” She watched as his nostrils flared in irritation. It was always kind of fun to rile him.

“Get in the car, Scully.”

She obeyed obediently, and soon they were out of the city, sloshing down the parkway which was choked with gray slush and into farm country past McLean, where the snow was laid out in fields of unending white.

Mulder pulled into a driveway that ended at a big red barn, and he killed the ignition once they reached its zenith. He pointed to a small door tucked into one corner.

“You’re going to need your key,” he said.

“This is my Christmas present?” she asked, and his only answer was to once again point to where she needed to go, silent as Scrooge’s third ghost.

Outside the car, the air seemed thin, cold. Her breath in front of her like steam; reedy and short. She pulled the key out skeptically, though the door’s lock seemed a perfect, hoary match. She inserted the key, wiggled it around. The mechanisms inside, probably numbering two total, clicked into place with only a minimal effort.

The door creaked open into the dark cold of the barn, the heady smell of hay laying low in the winter air. Mulder found a light switch just inside and a single bulb shone down like a spotlight on an old flywheeler that squatted on a packed dirt floor, a workshop bench crowded with greenish jars filled with nails and screws. There were the dulled farming implements of a bygone era; a scythe, a broadfork, a hand plow. There was vintage tack hanging from hooks on the wall; the bits turned black, the leather wearing away.

“Come on,” he said quietly, pulling at her sleeve. There was light coming from the space on the other end of the barn, past shelving units and pony walls. It wasn’t exactly quiet either, not like Scully expected it to be. There was something up ahead. A presence. If it was a ghost, she’d wring Mulder’s damn neck.

They shuffled through the space on silent feet, the dirt floor packed and dry, a little uneven. Only when they got a bit closer to the light did she pick up on quiet, horsey sounds; the stamp of a hoof on straw, a soft nicker. Her hand reached out of its own accord and grabbed Mulder’s.

And then there it was: the snowiest, whitest horse she had ever seen in her life. Its coat was as pure as a snow drift, muscles rippling over its substantial frame. It turned to them when they walked into the small area outside its stall, its head bobbing up, sniffing the air, probably hoping they had brought it an apple, a carrot. It blinked at them slowly with the longest, whitest eyelashes Scully had ever beheld.

She gave a sharp intake of breath. “Oh…”

The moment held a quiet, magical quality, as if all the angels had stopped to listen, had turned their eyes toward Mulder and Scully and this pure white horse.

“This,” Mulder said, his voice low, “is Sailor. And if you’re game, he’s going to take us on a sleigh ride.”

#just fic already #fanfic #my fic #the x-files #msr #AFP #prompts

[kyri45]

#i just think they're neat #finding completed fics is already hard #but when you find one that is part of a SERIES #you know that's a keeper #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 memes #fanfiction memes #enemies to lovers #hurt/comfort #archive of our own

[starcurtain]

Sometimes, I think about how much Alhaitham's entire adult life has been shaped by Kaveh and I just... have to sit down for a second.

Kaveh was Alhaitham's first, and, as far as we've been told, only friend until recently. At the very least, Kaveh was likely his only close friend throughout Alhaitham's entire schooling years, from teens into adulthood.

Alhaitham lives in the house he received for his work with Kaveh. The house Alhaitham lives in wouldn't even exist without Kaveh.

Alhaitham's ideology and behavior have been shaped by his diametric opposition to Kaveh's perspectives. He acts and thinks the way he does in part because of how their debating over years shaped how Alhaitham sees the world.

He's become an active part of a friend group almost entirely because of Kaveh. Alhaitham's story quest says that he didn't become particularly friendly with the rest of Sumeru's saviors even after they saved the archon, but now we see him hanging out with Cyno and Tighnari all the time because Kaveh was friends with them first and eased the way.

He even drinks a particular brand of coffee because he and Kaveh picked it together.

If you removed all trace of Kaveh from Alhaitham's life, virtually nothing would be the same. He wouldn't live where he does now. His house wouldn't look like it does inside at all. He very likely wouldn't have a single close friend. His ideology would probably be significantly more pragmatic and cold. Literally the only thing in Alhaitham's current life that hasn't been shaped in some way by Kaveh is Alhaitham's job. Which is... probably why work is Alhaitham's least favorite aspect of life.

Meanwhile, Kaveh is honest to archons over here wondering "What does Alhaitham even think about me?"

I don't know, buddy, probably that you're his whole world?

#haikaveh #kavetham #genshin impact #alhaitham #kaveh #Alhaitham is down horrendous #we should make more fun of him #bro met one pretty boy #and rearranged his entire life to make it happen #please someone write me a fic #where Alhaitham gets trapped in some dream or something #where Kaveh never existed #and everything in his life is completely different #and therefore completely miserable #just sayin #I'd read that #(Does it already exist?)

[sykloni]

Dannymay 2023

15. Full Hazmat AU & 23. Rogue Gallery

#danny phantom #dannymay2023 #full hazmat au #rogue gallery #(the thing I love about full hazmat au is that unless Danny shows his face) #(it would be totally reasonable to assume that he is an adult) #(especially if you don't want to believe a child beat you) #comic #(just gonna add this here since it seems to be coming up a lot) #(This is not a fan art of any specific fic!) #(When I do fanart of fanfiction I always link the fic and tag the person who wrote it) #(I know this is not that original idea and people have already linked multiple good fics in reblogs) #(And I'm sure there are probably even more with similar concept) #(BUT this is still not fanart of any of them)

[prahacat]

when the horrors catch up and you take an evening off to batch-process

#obi-wan kenobi #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #maybe obi-wan just read the outline for the next wip #why do i love to torture him so #one of my fav fanfic genres has to be meta fic horror #just imagine. how deeply disturbing it must be to find out you're a fictional character #somebody has *intentionally* written all those horrors onto you #and it wasn't even the guy who created you #he did his part. but the ppl who love it most to ruin your life and see you suffer are your fans #it's not enough that there's prob a lot of jedi rpf around in the gffa already. scarred obi-wan for life #lmao drawing anakin like this gave me so many flashbacks to my old ocs where almost every male character had that hair #also i have a job interview in one hour dsdsfhjgj #my art #prahacat draws

[sheerakk]

#was looking for some fics with these two #I imagine this is one of their first interactions and Hunter is already fed up with Darius #but Darius is just trying to get to know the successor of his mentor and check if he's at least a little bit capable of doing his job #he's also a little weirded out by the similarity between these two #basically I imagine Darius gave him a couple of vibe checks that Hunter had failed #and Hunter takes it as questoning his place in the coven #god darius design is so pink and awful #it's so jover uni starts tommorow #it's like the most boring drawing ever but I'm just still in my I have to get better at backgrounds era #and also if I'll draw 100 awful things I get a decent one eventually #it's like inktober but lasts your whole life and devours your soul in the process #no caption just pure tags now I understand those few people who keep reblogging all my tags cuz I give all the fucking context there #there's probably like 10 things I would spot tommorow that would fix the drawing a whole bunch but I just ...don't want to ig #the owl house #sheerak #the golden guard #darius deamonne #hunter toh #toh hunter #hunter deamonne #toh fanart #the owl house fanart #dadrius #not yet but #you guys most fellow toh fanartists moved on and fanart fiona and cake but I keep brainrotting the same stuff over and over #good old toh trashpile

[strangersteddierthings]

Here's a lil idea that I simply do not have the time to make a full fic of, but I gotta get it out or it won't leave me alone.

Steve thinks he's in a happy, fulfilling relationship with Eddie, while Eddie's insecurities have him believing he's just a place holder for the future Mrs. Harrington.

It comes to light when Steve does something cheesy and romantic and Eddie, not able to handle it because it's too romantic, tries to joke about it like "why would you bother to put all this effort in just for me?"

And Steve like "what do you mean? You're my boyfriend and I wanted to"

And then Eddie like "yeah, no, I know that. I just don't understand why." And then he goes on a little self-deprecating rant, explaining all the ways he's not good enough for Steve, all while Steve just stares at him, brow furrowing more and more as Eddie speaks.

When Eddie finally runs out of words, Steve says, "I don't understand? What have I done to make you think this?"

And Eddie kinda blue screens. Because Steve hasn't done anything to make Eddie think this; he's been a perfect boyfriend. It's just... it's inevitable, isn't it? That Steve'll move onto to bigger, better things? Eddie says as much.

"Why?"

"Because it's- because you're Steve Harrington!"

Since Steve's brow can't possibly furrow anymore, he starts to frown now. "I still don't understand?? Why did- do you think I'm just going to be going through the checkout at Melvald's and just decide I want to marry some random woman instead of being with you?"

"What? No. It's not- I don't think you'll intentionally decide you want someone else more just randomly but, like..."

"There's no 'but' here, Eds. I asked you out because I want to be with you. You said yes because, I assume, you want to be with me, too! Was I wrong to assume-"

"NO! No! I do want to be with you!"

"Then.... you think I don't want to be with you?"

"I didn't say that."

"Sorry, it felt like you were implying it. So. If I haven't done anything to make you think I don't want to be with you, and you just said you want to be with me, then what... I don't understand where these thoughts have come from. Have you- were you just going to go through our whole relationship waiting for something bad to happen?"

And Eddie can just look down and shrug because, well, yeah. He had been thinking that. He has been waiting for the other shoe to drop. And now they're having this conversation and he's ruined Steve's sweet, romantic gesture with his own bullshit. So, even if the shoe wasn't going to drop before, it will now, because he's gone and fucked it up by putting his insecurities onto Steve and-

"What can I do to help you believe I'm in it, for as long as you want me?"

Eddie looks back to Steve then, because that's not what he expected to hear. "What?"

Steve steps closer, the furrowed brow and the frown gone, replacing it instead is the sappy look he catches on Steve's face every now and then, when Eddie's doing something particularly Eddie-ish. "Tell me what I can do to help you believe in this. In us. And I'll do it. Every day until we die."

"Steve," Eddie warbles out, surprised by his own watery voice. "I-I'm sorry. I-"

"Hush," Steve says, gentle and sure as he takes Eddie's face in his hands. "No apologies. I get it, so you don't have to apologize. Just. Talk to me, okay? Because I'm not holding out for something better. Not when you're the best thing that's ever happened to me. Besides Robin."

"Besides Robin," Eddie agrees, nodding his head as much as he can in Steve's grasp. "But, uh, things like this. This helps." He gestures at the romantic candle-lite dinner slowly getting cold. There are flowers in a vase, and a cheesy little Garfield plushie sitting on the table, leaned against Eddie's wine glass. It's a Tuesday night in June and nowhere near a birthday, or holiday, or anniversary. Steve's just made him a sweet, romantic dinner just because.

"Oh good. You have no idea how much I'm restraining myself by not doing this weekly," Steve whispers before placing a kiss to Eddie's forehead, nose, then lips. "Now. Let's eat dinner before it gets too cold."

And it might take a while, for Eddie's insecurities to fade, but Steve keeps being Steve, which means perfect if not a little snarky, and then the next thing Eddie knows, it's been several decades and Steve will walk with him hand in hand to the courthouse and stand in line for hours to quickly get married. (They'll spend another two years planning the actual wedding because Eddie's dramatic and Steve's a perfectionist.)

#steddie #my fic #i just like the idea of steve having already worked out his insecurities with the help of his bestie #so hes better equipped to help eddie through his #is it realistic? who cares. its cute and thats more important

[loveinhawkins]

Bit by bit, Eddie finds out that Steve Harrington has many in-jokes going on. He falls in love a little more every time he discovers a new one.

Some are self-explanatory: Robin and Steve quipping obscure ice-cream orders back and forth to refer to annoying customers of yore at Scoops Ahoy. There’s other times where Steve will whisper, “Muppet,” and Robin will crack up, and Eddie will just look on with bemused affection. But he doesn’t need to know the context to get it: to see the way their eyes sparkle with mirth, how they shake with almost silent laughter, falling against each other in a diner booth—like siblings wholly unable to keep a straight face during a family dinner.

In school, Eddie came to know in-jokes as a source of exclusion, all too aware of eye rolls in the cafeteria, snide whispers. Oh, you weren’t there, you wouldn’t get it.

This is something far different. Something precious.

He understands without needing to be told; there are stories he does not know yet, but he can read them in Steve’s voice when he laughs and calls Dustin, “Roast Beef,” when he puts on funny voices, singing along to the radio to make Max laugh, when he echoes random phrases in a conversation and Lucas snorts, and it’s so clear that everything’s come from years of knowledge, years of friendship, this rich tapestry of knowing smiles.

Eddie loves it all. Feels so goddamn lucky that he’s here to witness it, to even be the slightest part of it—wants to reach back in the past, find the Steve who’s just starting the story of a lifetime and say you will love these kids, and I will love you for it, your past, your present, your future. Steve Harrington, it’s a fucking privilege to know you.

The first time Eddie is given an in-joke of his very own, is such a tiny thing: bored out of his mind, making pleasantries with the Wheelers, and Ted makes a passing comment from his armchair about how so-and-so from down the street has bought an RV, but they don’t know a damn thing about how to drive it, let alone park it on their driveway.

Steve smirks behind his hand, catches Eddie’s eye with a fleeting wink.

Oh, Eddie thinks.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t know where to start with that, Mr Wheeler,” Steve says, voice level, but Eddie can hear the secret giggle, just for him.

“Well,” Eddie says, “maybe if someone got it started for you.”

“Yeah,” Steve says, grinning. “Maybe.”

He briefly nudges Eddie in the side, a soft brush. Warm skin. Leaning into each other, sharing a secret.

Here’s something no-one else knows. It’s our little joke. Our story. Ours.

And oh, Eddie wants. He wants.

#in-jokes as a love language ❤️ #smitten Eddie noticing everything about Steve ❤️ #so close to getting together vibes are my favourite. just on the cusp of love (but really having already fallen long ago) #steddie #steddie ficlet #steddie fic #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve and robin #steve and the party

[bizarrelittlemew]

calling it right now that season 3 starts like this

#so confused about people saying the season finale feels like the end because to me it didn't at all #there's like 5-10 issues immediately set up for another season #they're in a happy place at this point because they've both realized their love is bigger than anything else #and makes it worth working on their problems together #the problems are still very much there #both of them have deep self esteem/self loathing issues that haven't been resolved in the week since ed woke up #ed doesn't know about stede's trauma #they haven't talked through anything #and they'll be shit at starting/running an inn lmao it's not gonna go well #and those are just some of the internal issues #then there's prince ricky and all the authorities that would very much like to get their hands on both blackbeard and stede bonnet #because stede just full-on kept using his government name after faking his death. nice one #the crew are not “gone” they're more like off to college for a bit but will probably run into trouble immediately #again because while they escaped to the ship they didn't eliminate the threat (the british empire) #it's not a forever goodbye #ok this got super long already anyway i have a whole fic marinading in my brain until i've finished these 4 wips i'm in the middle of ✌️ #hope we get a renewal soon because i want to see the rest of their story!! #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd s2 #ofmd #our flag means death

[pinksilvace]

ROTATING HIM IN MY HEAD AT AN ACCELERATING VELOCITY

#I HAVE NO TIME SO THIS TOOK 20 MINS AT MOST BUT LSKDFLSLSLSLFDKKKKFJGHGHHHHH #HEEEEE #fernart #my art #hades 2 spoilers #like. oh my gosh. why was he left behind #and the whole thing of them all living between the underworld and mortal realm... you know what else is there??? the land of dreams #and if moros comes back to camp what will he have to say??? #this is going to consume every waking thought now. I'm doomed #already thinking of a fic. noooooo #BUT LIKE. THINK OF MELINOE'S PERSPECTIVE. SHE'S JUST GROWN UP WITH A COMATOSE GUY AROUND #oghhhhghgh #hypnos hades #hades #hades 2

[astrobei]

he’s very tired after his surprise party btw

#happy birthday to mike one of my characters of all time fr #u already know how i feel about him so i will keep it short and sweet #thank u for consistently allowing me to crack ur head open like an egg and mess around with the insides #sigh. but like fr #happy mike day 🥳 !! #here’s to many more mike fics from me #ur local mike wheeler enthusiast #(see pfp for reference) #also pssssst #they’re wearing each others clothes pspspspsps #not that it’s rly relevant i just thought u shd know #bc i created this and i said so #mike wheeler #will byers #byler #/astro draws #creating an art tag which is maybe presumptuous of me we’ll see how often it gets used

[slippinmickeys]

The second:

“I did a pregnancy test,” Scully said. “Just in case. It came back positive.”

Just in case, he thought. Just in case, what?

Mulder looked at the naked torso of their victim – it was flat, fit, young as a sapling.

“It was positive,” she said.

Damn, he thought.

Scully had gone through the implantation portion of her treatment only the week before. He had every reason to be hopeful. He had every reason to be scared. His gaze flitted to her own belly; quickly, unconsciously, like he didn’t care.

He did. God, did he.

He thought of the mandala Albert Hosteen made with sand and how easily it could be wiped or blown away. Life was like that, he thought.

Mulder glanced a look at the screen of his phone; a distraction, something to do so he didn’t have to confront whatever it was flowing between pathologist and victim.

“Do we have a boyfriend?” he asked, letting his eyes fall to the empty third finger on the victim’s hand.

“We don’t,” Scully said.

He wondered what the answer would be if it were Scully laying on that cold metal table. What was he to her? An empty finger? A contact in a phone? A plastic cup in an empty room, with XXX videos lined up neatly to the right?

#just fic already #the x-files #fanfic #my fic #msr #prompt #AFP

[giantkillerjack]

Me: hm, I want something to put on the TV as background noise... Huh. Looks like YouTube is recommending something called The Last Unicorn. That's perfect, it's probably some old shitty animation that has aged poorly! I can watch it ironically!

Me, 2 hours later as the credits roll: *crying, cheering, buying the book, composing the songs*

Me, 2 weeks later: So I have compiled all of the quotes from the book that I think could make good tattoos, and also, HOW HAVE I NEVER LEARNED ABOUT HOW THE LAST UNICORN FUCKING SLAPS??? This gay-ass little fairytale fed my soul! Watered my crops! Transed my gender! Can't believe I heard of this story from youtube recommendations, of all places!!

#original #the last unicorn #tlu #peter s beagle #molly gru #schmendrick #schmendrick the magician #two of my favorite characters in anything right there in the center of the story! and I'm glad I saw the film first! #my reading ability has diminished due to trauma disability etc. but it seems like having a visual reference actually really helped! #no wonder i only ever want to read fan fic! turns out reading is not actually Superior to other types of Storytelling. it's just different. #to say otherwise is snobbishness I have been eminently guilty of in my life! #but like it is easier for me to consume tv and movies and that is fine actually. also that's why I'm doing a graphic novel lol #because i wanted to make something i would actually be able to read if i found it at a library. altho the audio book IS gonna be bomb #the audiobook is for visually impaired readers and anyone who wants or needs it! accessible stories for everyone! yeah!! #my gender was already transed but now I've gained an ADDITIONAL gender! which one? I'll never tell 😘 #i am so powerful i have so much fuckin gender. my wife has no gender. and she is equally as powerful. #and also she has STUDIED THE BLADE #mostly zoro's blades from One Piece #normally YouTube recommends me shit movies like idiocracy or smth this is like if every day ur cat brought you a piece of rotten food and #then one day it brings you a BEAUTIFULLY ANIMATED TALE FEATURING MY BELOVED TWINK FUCK-UP WIZARD FRIEND AND MY ALL-TIME HOMEGIRL MOLLY GRU #and also it's soft and beautiful and funny and fucking weird!! i wrote melodies to the songs in the books on my ukulele

[ao3-crack]

(x)

#archive of our own #ao3 quotes #ao3 stuff #archive of our own quotes #fanfic #fanfic quotes #funny #ao3 #just accept your true calling as a theatre kid and go get your adhd diagnosis already #this is actually a really good fic #it explores gender in a cool and meaningful way #also #this is me with literally every one of my friends #how I ended up being the only non-theatre kid is a mystery #(actually I have crippling anxiety that decides to pop in every time I stand in front of a group so that might be it) #adhd #theatre #theatre kid

[enden-agolor]

ok so like

what if i told you my bf and i made another admin au about jesse being an admin and being cast out of society and he becomes this sad, lonely, brutish, and mute forest deity and also what if i told you lukas shows up in the forest one day and they meet each other and lukas basically changes jesse’s life

what i’m saying is they catch feelings for each other

better explanation:

im just gonna use my discord screenshots from me explaining to others the beginning

#dude tumblr exploded when i first tried posting this?? #if you saw that im just as confused as you are #anyways this au fucking rocks and we have tons of lore already #PLEASE ME @ MYSELF MAKE A FIC #jesse is 100% my taste in this #so many of my favorite tropes in one #my art #jesskas #mcsm #mcsm jesse #mcsm lukas #minecraft story mode #mcsm au #forest deity au

[mangfotingar]

in daniel matthews' case, it takes a village

#dont tag as me / me irl #daniel matthews #saw #saw ii #saw 2 #saw movies #saw fanart #saw franchise #sawposting #saw ii fanart #saw series #daniel matthews fanart #now my thoughts; #fic linked isnt the necessary insp for the piece but i liked the quote #so just wanted to credit it and also the fic is really awesome :3 #just had this kind of pose/composition in my head for a while; wanted to get it out #i have a lot more daniel stuff in the works and stuff on the back burner ! #its just indulgent so its a little embarrassing and i wanna post dump it all #some of which i have already posted to my other blog