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kvetchinglyneurotic · 5 months

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I don't know if I'll ever actually write this, but I have a vague idea for a fic that's like, Sam, Jan, and Jamie vs the AFC Richmond Charity Gala that's set in early season 2 and basically explains what happened to the charity gala in 1x04 that's implied to be an annual tradition but that we never see again. The premise is as follows:

After the Dubai Air protest, Sam feels bad that he didn't look into the company he agreed to promote beforehand and decides to be more proactive in his activism. Which is why, when Ted announces the gala is coming up and Jan Maas (who obviously wasn't there for the last one) is like, "isn't it exploitative and dehumanizing to auction off players?" Sam decides he's going to Do Something About It and tries to rally the team to petition Rebecca to change the event, with mixed results.

Jamie, meanwhile, is having a... weird time. He's still nervous about his place on the team, especially now that Roy is back and at the height of his refusing-to-coach-Jamie era, and while there's not as much outright animosity from the other players, they're also not really friends. He's trying to be on his best behaviour, but the upcoming gala is making him nervous and Sam and Jan going around talking about like. consent and bodily autonomy and all that is dredging up some feelings that he's been repressing — mostly about Amsterdam but also about Lust Conquers All (I don't know a ton about reality TV production but it sounds pretty brutal on the contestants, and Jamie would not have been in a great frame of mind going in).

So when Sam and Jan go to talk to him, he doesn't want to turn them down because he's trying to make up for how he treated Sam last year, but he also doesn't want to get on the bad side of the rest of the team if they like the gala, and also also if auctioning off players is wrong then what happened to him in Amsterdam was definitely wrong, and he's not ready to confront that. But of course Sam is a sweetheart and realizes pretty quickly that Something Bad happened here and is like. okay now we really can't have the gala.

Anyway they make a 50-slide Powerpoint that they rehearse a bunch of times and go to present it to Rebecca in full Isaac-approved suits and everything, and then only get like. one slide in before Rebecca's like, "you're right, that is creepy. We'll come up with something new for this year." Also Roy apologizes for joking about Jamie having to sleep with that woman. The end 😊

#i'm pretty sure the doylist reason the gala only happens once is there's a limited number of episodes and they didn't want to be redundant #and in-universe we're maybe supposed to assume it happened off screen #but i thought it was creepy even before we knew what happened to jamie in amsterdam so i'm going with this instead #jamie's stint on lust conquers all genuinely makes me so sad if i think about it for too long #ted lasso fanfic #or i guess. hypothetical future ted lasso fanfic #it's on the list but i'm incapable of working on multiple wips at once so if someone else wants to write this go for it #jamie tartt #sam obisanya #jan maas

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jamtartandsunshine · 1 month

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It starts small, inconsequential really. But Roy, he knows the signs, this isn't his first rodeo, as Ted would say. That thought makes him curse beneath his breath. Sounds like something fucking Lasso would say. It makes Roy's blood boil a little. He hates that the fucking cowboy coach has gotten into his head. But the point is, Roy notices. It's small but its there. Roy notices the way Jamie tips back the protein shaker, as he stands in the locker room laughing with the boys, but the liquid inside doesn't actually seem to go down. He notices the way Jamie's hands sometimes tremble as he picks up his water bottle in the gym. Having pushed himself harder then any of the rest of them. He notices the way Jamie jots down notes in a little pocket notebook at lunch. Roy doesn't see what's in it, but he'd bet his championship trophy its that stats of whatever Jamie's eating at lunch. Its not new. Everyone has macros to track, protein goals to reach. Carefully controlled carb intakes, but there's a darkness to Jamie's eyes as he scribbles hastily in his little notebook. Roy knows that look, and a part of him wants to look away, pretend he didn't see it, pretend he doesn't know the signs for what they are. He looks around the room, everyone is eating and laughing, they don't see what Roy is seeing. Most of them barely even spare Jamie a glance. Fuck. Fucking fuckity fuck it. It has to be Roy, it can't be anyone fucking else.

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starboardharpy · 4 months

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Artblock grabbed me by the neck, but I managed to finish it (after days of procrastinating, but shhhh we don't speak of that)

#I haven't done a rendered/shaded drawing in so long #[squinting heavily] “do I think this looks good??”#this design is mostly based off of bilan-igg's fic and what I think Vance would look like in the future #like.. biker aesthetic with a pinch of punk #maybe a bit more punk???#can be seen as a future au if the Casper Crew lived #digital art #fanart #sketches #fanfic fanart #the black phone #Vance Hopper #mako's art #artists on tumblr

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 6 months

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fuckfuck fuck i need to make more physical crafts i need to create tangible things that i can hold with my two hands and put it somewhere i can See It and think Wow. I Made That.

#finished my little rudimentary earring holder & one of two arm warmers #MORE!!!! MORE!!!!!! I NEED MORE #maybe... maybe ill go get myself a new little plant and a pot to decorate. a little guy for my windowsill #ohhh i could uh! i could make like a little scrapbook thing and put in there all of my favorite things that ive drawn....#a little egotistical Perhaps but!! on days where i feel like shit and like my art sucks i could flip through that!#and say 'huh. not too bad actually'#plus it just sounds like a fun craft. i could get stickers and stuff. washi tape. glue flat objects on. add teeny doodles #i just. i need to create more i think thats whats wrong with me lately #i feel such Peace and Joy when i make physical things #i wonder if id like book binding...#no no thats for future me who has a job and an Income to get interested in #that would be fun tho! ive always wanted to try it.#and if i do i'd Really want to do that thing where people take a fanfic and make it into a physical book #that would be so fun...#i could have my favorites on a shelf! with permission of course!#absolutely unprompted #yk when i start to feel that Despair i really just gotta think about what physical things i could create #what art things i still have to discover and attempt and enjoy #today has sucked But! i will take the car tomorrow and by fuck i will do Something #a new plant friend. yeah. i need something alive in my room #and this weekend ill go to michaels and get myself washi tape so that i can secure my posters to the walls #bc my poster tack Is Not Working!#i wonder if our printer can work on cardstock... i wonder if its been Set Up yet i havent seen her #maybe ill make some more tiny vases today. i have clay still...#OH OH i could make small amigurumi keychain things...#*spoken with clenched fists and gritted teeth* there is still so much to discover and delight in in this life #the walls in this house are bare and cold but if my stepdad allows I Can Spruce It The Fuck Up #ohhhhh crochet tapestries... i could probably do that too...#i cant wait to pick up crafts get bored two days later and drop em and i say that sincerely!

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manofthepipis · 25 days

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Tiny question! When Clicks said “I don't understand…! It didn't have that reaction with the rest of us.” When referring to the side effects Spamton got when drinking his own tea, then does this mean that the other addisons tried Spamton tea to get an opinion? If yes, what where the HP benefits and descriptions each Addison would have when drinking Spamton Tea? I’m curious!

ofcourse! So it had happened off screen, and a scene i won't be writing (but definitely pictured thus it being referenced with a one-off comment), but while spamton was still in snoozetown post-neo attack, clicks made it to try and gauge if they were rlly cut out for this whole helping-spamton-out shtick, but for their own sakes. so i'm glad you're curious about it so i get to elaborate! :D

spamton's tea doesn't heal any one of them all that much, due to the complicated relationship, being that Clicks' conditional healing teas aren't pure healing magic like Spamton's F1 spell, but in order, it would be Sponsor the most, Banner and Clicks about the same, and then Survey in last.

Sponsor definitely will be elaborated on later, as they've still been rather silent about their perspective on spamton, despite being the one that's more accepting of Neo. It's not a lot of healing by any chance, but it's healing nonetheless. A familiar taste that they tried a long time ago but they'd like to have again, properly this time. Maybe with a 40 Hp boost

Banner and Clicks are healed about the same, and while clicks finds the tea bitter with a bad processed flavor, both are healed the same cuz they're at that same stage of still being wary around spamton, with clicks less so after Ch15. Banner finds the flavor unfamiliar, but not all bad, still not one he'd go to for a first pick. 30 Hp boost

Survey is barely healed, and doesn't like the flavor, but wants to, like it's a flavor of something they used to like a lot but has fallen off in recent years. It gives off the same vibe of a recipe that they've known very well that's changed, and it's distinctly wrong now. Maybe changing the recipe manually would fix it? Or would it ruin the entire thing? Who knows. 5-10 Hp

None of the addisons really hate spamton, so the hp-draining effects of Spamton tea is unique to himself, but the Hp can fluctuate with strengthening friendships :)! like post Ch15, the tea would taste better to Clicks, not significantly, but enough to make a difference from first impressions.

#still that stuff is nasty #0/10 would not recommend #probably tastes like cough medicine and grime #reeking of pure bad luck and the scent of narrative doom #poor guy #asks #fanfic #ty for ur curiosity! :D i never expected to elaborate #mainly keeping the thoughts and headcanons to myself or make another one-off comment from one of them in the future alluding to it #Survey definitely blamed Clicks at first for making it intentionally taste bad but then again it's not his fault #since then he's tried to remake it to see if something went wrong but it just ends up being as awful as usual :')#i'm indecisive on a headcanon for the addisons' full HP #maybe it's 600 like spamton's but then again they haven't been fighting and building that like he has #so id say they're around 120 hp- similar to a popup because both darkner types are ads

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harryforvogue · 7 months

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hades!harry & persephone reunite tomorrow at 12:30PM EST on tumblr & wattpad 🖤❤️

#i fear this is my favorite harry and pers piece i’ve ever written #also currently stands at 6k words which is not bad for something i started writing less than a day ago #hades harry #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles smut #wahooooo #ooooo should i write about their wedding night?????#maybe a future blurb #this is unedited so all typos are unfortunately mine

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skitskatdacat63 · 7 months

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Boy King AU | Vettonso + Martian | 1.3k

There's something about putting the future emperor of the Holy Realm on his knees like this. About how easily he goes, how willingly, how obediently. What would his adoring public think if they could see him now. If they saw their beloved king pressed down like this, in the cramped space between Fernando's legs. When they realized their little boy king took it like he was a little concubine instead.

Fernando's bitterness is lifted away in moments like these, like taking off a heavy cloak on a winter's day. It was hard to feel humiliated about his own situation when watching Sebastian debase himself like this.

He always gives himself up so easily. When Fernando threaded his fingers through his thick curls. When he pulled them, and then when he pressed his face down further down into the vee of his legs. Sebastian rubbed his cheek into the coarse fabric of Fernando's breeches and blinked up at him. Fernando had to smother an embarrassing sound; he was just like a little cat!

Sebastian quirked his lips up into an odd little smile and slightly rose up on his knees, "What's funny?" Fernando swallowed lightly and schooled his face back into being impassive, "Nothing. As you were." Sebastian simply smirked at him and let himself be pushed back down by the fist clenched in his hair.

Fernando scoffed internally, there was only so much pleasure in putting the other man in his place when he instead acted like this, this degrading action, was his birthright. He took to ruling and indulging in carnal pleasures as if they were of equal gravity. To be privileged to hold such high station and also let himself be taken apart like this…Fernando felt embarrassed for him.

He is dragged away from his musings when Sebastian moved to settle his hands in Fernando's lap, clutching his hips over the fabric and slightly squeezing; Fernando fought against the urge to shiver. Sebastian pushed up the skirt of Fernando's waistcoat and smoothed his hands over the opening flap of his breeches.

His eyes darted up at Fernando again, a daft smile on his face. Fernando scowled at him, "What?" Seb's grin sharpened, "You could stand to be a little more gracious. This is your future emperor, and future husband might I add, kneeling for you on this dirty, depraved, derelict- ah–" Fernando tugged on his hair again and hissed, "Well then, why don't you show me how eager you are to perform your marital duties?"

Seb licked his lips, completely unconcerned by Fernando's annoyance, and unbuttoned one side of the closure to Fernando's breeches and moved to open the other–

The door to the carriage flew open, arrival announcement dying on a wheezing breath as the servant took in the image the two kings made. One splayed across the seat, exuding power, the other kneeled, debauched, between the former's legs.

One would be hard pressed to determine which was higher on the totem of power and titles.

There was something gratifying about this to Fernando, about being caught. He had been humiliated enough throughout the entire courtship, what was one more thing? And, certainly, what was one more thing if he could drag Sebastian down into the dirt with him.

"Oh Mark, don't act so abashed! It's nothing you haven't seen before, in fact, we have been in this very position not even a fortnight ago!"

Oh. Yes. That.

It was hard to be completely pleased when he remembered how Sebastian had already spent years prior to their engagement sampling the palace's ample selection of fellow high-born men. And how all those men seemed to be completely and utterly wrapped around his little finger.

Fernando released his hand from Sebastian's hair as if it had burned him. He did not understand why he felt ashamed with Mark looking in on them like this. Fernando was the one marrying Sebastian, not Mark; Mark was just a lowly courtier who had the esteemed duty of spending practically every waking hour with the brat…something he himself was decidedly not looking forward to.

Sebastian stayed kneeling, staring impassively up at Mark, still fiddling with the clasp on Fernando's breeches. Fernando gritted his teeth and looked up from where he was watching Sebastian's clever little hands; Mark stared back at him placidly.

Mark's indifference made the entire situation worse. Fernando now felt as if he was not doing anything unique, not doing anything particularly new. How many other men had Mark caught Seb with in this exact position? Fernando felt like he was just another plaything of the boy king, soon to be boy emperor, except his position was forever, permanent. He was the "Kept King", the king who only kept his throne due to the whims of a boy who doesn't even understand what power is.

Mark coughed, "Well," he says, "Your Majesty, I do believe you have a meeting to attend." Seb pouted at him and whined, "We were just getting to the main course," but still braced himself on Fernando's thighs and got up off the carriage floor.

Seb pranced down the steps Mark had placed next to the carriage, miming tripping sown the stairs, snickering when his action made Mark reflexively reach out to grab him, and then playfully skipped off the final step.

Fernando couldn't help but stare as Mark made the weirdest grimace in response, and he inexplicably felt all his mortification seep away from him. Huh. Maybe Mark is-

Seb then turned around and frowned at him, seemingly disappointed, but his eyes are deceivingly sharp, "Fernando, I regret to inform you that I have other duties I must attend to, you will simply have to wait." He then grinned up at Mark next to him and giggled as the other man stiffened when Sebastian looped both of his arms through Mark's.

He leaned all his weight on the other man, Mark not so much as shifting his weight, "Oh Mark, won't you carry me back to the palace? I'm so very tired after all the horse riding," Seb looked up at him imploringly.

Fernando observed as Mark rolled his eyes and shrugged off the man, though notably not pulling his arm from Seb's grasp, and he got the distinct feeling that this exact scene had been played out countless times before.

Fernando clenched his jaw as he watched Seb turn and saunter off, Mark trotting alongside him like a loyal dog. Fernando was supposed to be the unaffected one in this partnership, the unflustered one, the unconcerned one. And yet here he stood, in broad daylight, in a foreign kingdom, on the steps of a carriage with his breeches half unbuttoned and his cravat in disarray.

He heard a cough from beside him, jolted and looked to the side. Sebastian's loyal Horse Master stood there, lounging against the side of the carriage. Fernando had forgotten who had even been driving the carriage in the first place. After Seb has let himself be pushed down, his hair still windswept from their ride together, everything else seemed to fade away. His thoughts were reduced only to how he could mess up the younger man's hair further.

Jenson grinned at him wolfishly, and casually crossed his legs, "First time?" he inquired. Fernando glared at him. The other man laughed openly at him, "What? He's a busy man with big prospects. You're not his majesty's only conquest, you know. Now your throne on the other hand…"

Fernando seethed, it was one thing to be humiliated by the future emperor, but to be patronized by the king's horse boy? No. It would simply not do. He closed his eyes in annoyance, pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaled, and prepared a speech about how he was not about to be talked down to by a man who didn't even have a throne to speak of!

But when he opened his eyes again and opened his mouth to begin his tirade, Jenson was already wandering away to tend to the horses. Dios mío, Fernando was not mentally prepared to spend the rest of his life with all of these impertinent morons.

#i love how i kept saying to people: no no i shant write any fic for this. only art.#me like two weeks later: hey guys :)#this is just: i was sitting in class and had a drawing idea but then im obv not drawing *this* in class so my brain went into narrative mod #not exactly 'baby's first ficlet!!!' but moreso ive not written in a while so i hope its alright???#but aaahhh this was actually pretty fun!! idk i think it was bcs i was also being brainrotted by the image of seb kneeling....#maybe ill draw it. but it felt like something that needed the context of narrative and not just oo here is a drawing!#anyways you can always ask me for a directors cut-(PLEASE PLEAE BEGGING PLEASE)#see this is why im not cut out for writing fic #its not like i dont think it can speak for itself. more that im just an overly reflective person who wants to explain all my thoughts #if i wrote fic itd really be just: chapter 1. chapter 1.5 chapter 2. chapter 2.5 #anyways i think its pretty obvious but this is before their wedding and just like peak bitterness.#well not peak. peak would be the first year- first few months of their marriage #but this is fernando who is only just realizing how naive all his expectations of seb were and getting a glimpse of his future #but mostly: mindgames and power play and: whos actually really winning?#also my god jense is literally the best chara in this au. he is vibing and basically just witnessing ye olde reality tv #mark and fernando are always in a weird powerplay with seb(even if seb isnt even consiously doing so) and jense is just free from it all #hmm now how does one go about tagging fic #vettonso #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #f1 #formula 1 #martian #sebmark #also idk why im always so concerned abt tagging when im basically just writing this for my little boy king following i have somehow formed #hahaha! it is art to me!:#catie.art.#boy king au

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sp00kymulderr · 1 year

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take the long way home - part 1

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Pairing: Marcus Pike x afab reader

Warnings: 18+, mentions of sex, alcohol mention, one night stand, cursing, reader is going through a bit of a messy time in general. More to come for future parts.

Word Count: 1k

Series Summary: Classic story, right? You meet a handsome man, let him take you home, and plan to never see him again. Of course, these things rarely go to plan.

A/N: To follow for fic updates only go to @sp00kyupdates or see taglist details on my masterlist.

It had started with a kiss. As it often does.

Not the kiss perhaps you’d both wished for, full of wonder and awe and the sensation that nothing could keep you apart. No, not the kind of kiss in the movies– with the predisposition for a happily ever after and the knowing that this thing would last forever.

It was a ‘drunk and lonely on a Thursday night’ kiss. A ‘you take my sadness and I’ll take yours’ kiss. And that was ok with both of you, unspoken but clear as day as you kissed again in his kitchen, then in the doorway of the bedroom as you undressed each other. Kisses that lingered as only those kinds of kisses could.

It was also a mistake of course. It always seemed to be a mistake, the next day. You waking up in the wrong bed, with the wrong person, in the wrong city – head aching and mind racing again as the effects of the night are burned off by the harsh light of day.

Your thoughts has been all over the place for days now, impulses running wild in this new city where no one knows you. You had needed something different, after the fuck ups of your life before, and he had been the impulse. The thing you couldn’t resist. Desires sweet whisper in your ear when he has asked you to go for a drink with him – saving you from the stuffy, uninspiring art gallery you’d met at. He was so handsome; gentle eyes and a kind smile, sweeter still he was smart and interesting and clearly lonely. How could you say no when – in a move that already seemed out of character for him - he invited you home with him?

He had been nervous, you could tell from the hesitance to touch you – in the taxi you’d taken his hand and placed it on your thigh with a gentle squeeze, giving him permission not to be worried with you. It was only tonight, right? But, oh, he never did this kind of thing. Never. He kept reminding you of that, again and again. You had relished it, feeling like temptation personified by giving this sweet, careful man the opportunity to try something new.

Now, you groan quietly. Peeking the early morning though a gap in the curtains as you sit up gently, tying not to disturb the man sleeping soundly besides you. For a moment you contemplate him; his handsome features, the soft jaw under scruffy facial hair, beautiful curved nose, those gorgeous brown eyes so full of soul just behind closed lids.

You’d kissed along that stubbled jaw last night, licked across that curve of neck and gently bitten down as he’d touched you; more, more and more, you’d both wanted more. Impossibly eager to please and be pleased, to feel something different and so needed, it was impossible to deny you’d fit together so well. He’d made a show of being a gentleman and meant it too but when it came down to it he knew what to do, how to be hard and passionate and desperate with you. It’s always easier to be like that when it was a throwaway night of passion. Still he’d surprised you with that.

He stirs for a moment now in his sleep and you take the chance to slip quietly out of the bed, picking through the clothes on the floor to find your own and silently leaving the room. Quickly making your way out of the strangers home and life forever. He had said he’d take you to breakfast this morning, but you knew he didn’t mean it. You had always intended to leave in the early hours, and you assume he’d understood that too.

“Well...Marcus” you remember his name with a smile, “it was nice”. And you mean it, it had been nice and more than nice. In another life, you might’ve stayed, might’ve tried to get to know him better. But that wasn’t what this meeting was for, that wasn’t how this happened right now. Good as it might have been, you’ll never know and nor will he.

So you walk away from the house without a look back, and move on quickly knowing you’ll never see him again.

The beauty of the one-night stand.

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In the days following, you get ready to start afresh in this new life of yours. Leaving behind memories of the failed relationship and the emotional impact of your previous work. You’ve got the new city, the new home, and so now it’s time to start the new job. The FBI had been good enough to transfer you at your request, give you a new assignment that meant you would never have to think of that screwed up old you again.

You’d only thought of your night with Marcus once. Okay, maybe twice...Maybe more, but who was counting. There were other things to concern yourself with for now.

As the days crept up, you realise you’re actually truly excited for this new chapter, this change. Your new position was a different pace, you hoped, from the high-stakes stress of the organised crime division you’d left. You were ready for it, ready to be the best you could be as the new you.

The night before your first day you iron your outfit, make your lunch, and do your research – making sure you’d wow your boss and get in their good books straight away.

You weren’t going to mess this one up. Not this life. Not this brand new you.

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On your first day in the Art Theft division, you show up early. You’re eager, well-slept, and you look great if you do say so yourself. Things are good, you think, breathing in the fresh air outside before you head in to the building and are directed to the department.

At 9am, you have a meeting with your new team, a chance to introduce yourself. Chance to make a damn great impression. When you get to the room most of the team are there, but not the boss. He’s on his way, you’re told. You smile, and make small talk, and you feel like everything is going your way after the shitshow in your old life.

At least until you hear the door open and someone says “Ah here’s Agent Pike, he leads the department”

You turn around all smiles and excitement, when you see him your heart basically drops to your stomach.

You’d recognise that face anywhere, but especially those soulful brown eyes. It’s Marcus, it’s the guy you’d slept with then left without even a goodbye. And he looks at you like he’s seen a ghost, and you feel the same way. You feel sick.

And you realise this isn’t the good new life, because you’ve already screwed it up.

By sleeping with your boss.

Fuck.

#marcus pike x reader #marcus pike #pedro pascal #reader insert #fanfic #gideon writes again maybe #take the long way home #eeee I've been sitting on this for literally years bc I hated it but I redid this part and I'm rewriting a lot of the future parts #and currently i'm *excited* for this

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dae-15 · 10 months

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YO FIC WRITERSSSSS WHERE Y'ALL AT??? CAN SOMEONE PLS WRITE A NIMONA THEY'RE WATCHING THE MOVIE FIC??? I'M BEGGING??? LIKE TRANSPORT THEM FROM THE MOMENT BAL'S ABOUT TO BE KNIGHTED JUST WHEN THE QUEEN IS ABOUT TO DIE THEN POOF WATCH THIS AND CHANGE THE FUTURE??? LIKE I WANT ONE AND I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE SO PLSSSSSSS

#goldenheart #nimona spoilers #nimona #nimona movie #nimona fanfic #nimona 2023 #ballister nimona #ballister blackheart #ballister boldheart #ballister x ambrosius #ambrosius nimona #ambrosius goldenloin #ambrosius #nimona fic #heck maybe let the future ambrosius nimona and ballister in there as well #OR ADD THE YOUNG GLORETH AND NIMONA TOO #LET'S MAKE IT A PARTY #WITH A TON OF ANGST #AND FLUFF

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nrnyx · 2 years

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Sterek Equestrian AU: In which Stiles Stilinski is a highly sought-after horse trainer now contracted by the illustrious Hale Stables, but he’s already been kicked by a horse once because the owner's shameless, arrogant, infuriatingly distracting son likes to use the stables as his own personal gym. That’s okay because Stiles knows exactly how to get under his skin.

“Stilinski, what did you do to my horse!” The shout rang loud and clear from the stable causing everyone, even the horses, to turn and look.

Laura smirked at him as he handed her the reigns of her own horse - saddled and ready for the outing. About once a month, the Hales invited some of their country club friends, business clients, or other well-to-do associates over to ride horses, socialize, and eat little trays of fancy horderves.

“Stiles, what did you do?”

Stiles watched Cora mounting her own horse, Lady Bella, a few feet away, making a mental note to work with the young horse more on standing still during mount. He looked back at Laura with a shrug - unable to hide his grin as he tightened her stirrups. “Thor felt like being pretty today.”

“Oh, he’s going to murder you. His Polo buddies are here. They’re never going to let him live it down…” Laura breathed, a delicate black-gloved hand covering her mouth as her eyes danced with mirth.

“Which is why if you don’t mind, I think I’ll head back to my trailer now,” Stiles spoke, already backing away as he watched Derek stomp out of the stables, leading his very large black stallion, Thor, behind him - a gorgeous temperamental stallion (much like the owner) with braids and flowers all in his mane and tail. Stiles considered it some of his best work to date.

Derek definitely had murder in his heated gaze as those eyes searched for him.

Stiles shivered. He didn’t find that thrilling one bit… nope, not at all.

#sterek au #sterek #sterek fanfiction #sterek fanfic #sterek idea #stiles stilinski #derek hale #stiles x derek #sterek drabble #sterek edit #an idea #future fic maybe

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not-poignant · 4 months

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Just a heads up Mephistopheles has red skin. But I’m so happy to see more content with him!

Hi anon!

Okay so two things, firstly you might want to check out the Forbiddem Realms wiki:

And specifically the source which is canonical to 1E:

Mephistopheles has multiple different forms! :D The blue form exists in different spaces and across different campaigns and you can Google right now and find canonical fanart of blue-skin Mephistopheles! Some of those illustrations are hot as fuck, so live your best life :D If you're happy to see content of him, hopefully that includes the blue form as well.

And since Mephistopheles was never actually in Baldur's Gate 3 I get to choose what forms they are because secondly, I highly recommend you read tags and author's notes thoroughly for Palmarosa for the additional reason that:

Is in the tags! And in the Author's Note of the first chapter:

I knew the DND purists would kind of get up in arms about all kinds of things (and...I was right), so I think this is now like the tenth time I've had to remind people to actually read my tags and author's notes! I don't kind of want to remind folks in every chapter that I will do something I like more if I don't like the canon, or what the point of fanfiction is in the first place. But I'm not trying to write more canon anon, I'm writing fanfiction, and the transformative part is the point.

It doesn't matter if his blue skin was in the Wiki or not, I can do what I like in this story, that is, after all, the spirit of DND and creating new campaigns within an existing structure, and that's precisely why Mephistopheles has so many forms in the first place! Heck, I could've made him green :D

There's a lot of things that aren't canon compliant in this story, from Astarion being able to taste food properly, to Mephistopheles being based on 1E instead of later version/s (I mean he's not Molikroth here either), to the House of Hope having many many more rooms than present in the map, and a great deal more besides.

I know that one version of Mephistopheles has red skin, I just like the one with blue more!

#asks and answers #palmarosa #thespectaclesofthor #it's really time that people started reading tags and author's notes again #but anyway you might not know this anon #but fanfiction doesn't owe *any* compliance to canon!#the whole premise of the story - raphael and astarion hooking up #is not canon at all #if you see something that doesn't seem right #the author probably meant it that way #or enjoys it more that way!!!#the best people to correct if you notice a non canon compliant error #is people who are *literally writing the canon*#if it's people writing fanfiction #it's best just to leave it be #they generally made their decisions on purpose and not by accident #especially if they have a 'this is NOT canon compliant' tag #tbh the art i just see of red mephistopheles i find uglier than the blue skin form so i made a call lol #but yeah in case you feel the urge to correct fanfic authors again on the canon in the future #maybe just keep in mind what fanfic is for #for a lot of authors!!#look for a 'canon compliant' tag if an author is trying to be canon compliant!

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tequiilasunriise · 1 year

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Wenclair is great as goth x pastels, sunshine x storm cloud, black cat x golden retriever, sun and moon life and death yin and yang etc etc etc-

BUT!

Have y’all considered how perfectly their vibes encapsulate:

✨ao3 gf x wattpad gf✨

Headcanons below! This got super long sorry not sorry!

Enid is SO a trashy unapologetic wattpad writer who uses text to speech to throw together her surprisingly popular fanfics

Wednesday is a sophisticated ao3 user who secretly enjoys getting constructive criticism of her novels and other short stories that she posts there

Enid is the typa author to reply to EVERY comment with heartfelt messages and plenty of emojis

Wednesday is the typa author to never reply to comments but deep down enjoys the kudos and compliments

Enid is a oneshot funshot queen, meanwhile Wednesday has several multi-chapter works going on at the same time

Enid has a super spontaneous updating schedule where she’ll post when she posts

Wednesday updates her works every Wednesday (on the nose I know) and follows a STRICT schedule, she has never missed an update day not fer anything ever

Enid prolly has a cutesy username like ‘kittygotclaws’ or smth idk I dont go on wattpad

Wednesday goes by ‘DaysEnd’ on ao3 and REALLY it's quite on the nose

Everyone knows of Enid's wattpad acc bc she openly talks about it even on her blog, everytime a fic hits some sorta milestone she flexes it to the whole friend group like some sorta proud soccer mom

Wednesday is SUPER SECRETIVE about her ao3 acc, Thing is the only soul who knows of it bc he helps beta read

DaysEnd being a rising ao3 fan favorite amongst the Nevermore student body omg so true so slay of you Miss Addams (she tells Thing she does not care for such popularity but deep down revels in people actually appreciating her work, unlike some publishers out there)

They really like her strong imagery, plot twists, and her stories are pretty gore-heavy but the narration is quite compelling (seriously, she goes so in depth on random macabre shit like different types of murders, ways to cover up said murders, poisons and upkeep on daggers and all this dark shit etc etc that a popular comment she’ll get is ‘hey not to be rude but whats your search history like because how do you KNOW all this??’)

Meanwhile Enid mainly writes fanfics of her fav kpop bands and other OTPs that are often AUs or canon divergent heavy, sometimes she’ll pop off with the most hilarious fanfic that is pure CRACK

That being said, Enid’s works have some pretty damn good dialogue I just know it in my bones that she’s a character driven type of writer

Her emotional introspection is also? Surprisingly good?? Like damn when the feels hit they HIT, Enid is definitely the type to write the fluffest fluff, the angstiest angst, and the most cathartic hurt/comfort you’ll ever read if you make the conscious decision to look past her occasional grammatical errors and other typos

Wednesday’s original works, on the other hand, definitely aren't as much of a heartthrob, they’re probably more plot driven with less space for overly descriptive emotional scenes (both writing styles are valid as hell, mind you)

One day Enid discovers Wednesday’s secret ao3 and lives to tell the tale because deep down Miss Addams is a GAY GAY HOMOSEXUAL GAY

In exchange for keeping hush hush, Wednesday has to become Enid’s full-time beta reader for every. Single. Fic.

Wednesday HATES such drivel but agrees to such terms in order to keep her secret safe, much to Thing’s teasing delight over how soft she is for her fellow writer (“For producing such literary muck, she does not even deserve the privilege to tarnish such a title.” “I know what you are, Wednesday.” “What kind of threat is that?”)

I mean that being said, Wednesday gets low key invested in the sapphic otp fanfics Enid seems to have a penchant for writing when the fic isn’t kpop centered, her interest stems from uh nooooo reassooonnn noshutupThingthisdoesntmeananything-

When Enid brings up branching out to writing about OCs like Wednesday does-

Wednesday hates fandom terms like ‘OCs’ btw

-Wednesday encourages Enid to branch out in a very… Wednesdayish way

Like, she’s supportive but you gotta unpeel at least three layers of deflection and deadpanning to get to the real meaning

So yeah!! Enid branches out and starts writing silly little oneshots about various OCs, and if Wednesday notes that all of the stories revolve around gay characters, and if Thing notices how invested Wednesday gets in these silly little sapphics to point where he keeps commenting on it….

Andddd that’s the story of how Enid came back to the dorm with Thing being locked up in the drawer while Wednesday is burying her face in her pillow in what looks like a half-hearted attempt of suffocating herself

Anyways Wednesday’s repressed ass starts to ‘vent’ in her fanfics, if people start noticing DaysEnd incorporating more romance into their works no they don't stfu

It gets to the point where she ‘confesses’ to Enid by having Viper confesses to this new bubbly character that was recently introduced (“These feelings you have plagued me with, you make me sick,” said Viper, “And for my sake, I hope there is no cure.”)

Enid, with a lot I mean a metric fuckton of persuasion from Thing, eventually picks up on this and confesses back

Cue Wednesday beta reading Enid’s latest wattpad work and noticing how it’s about two polar opposite roomates who somehow make it work, and when the cheery one says to the gloomy one, “I also hope there’s no cure for the way I feel about you” it suddenly all clicks for Wednesday

Anyways fanfic gfs who slay together stay together <333

#super fucken long post sorry not sorry #if i wasnt super mega burnout i mightve committed to making this a fully fleshed out fanfic #all well!! maybe sometime in the future we shall see no promises tho #ur honor theyre writer gfs on completely different ends of the spectrum but so supportive of the other's creative endeavors regardless #love that fer them no one else doing it like wenclair #i am personally an ao3 writer who is more enid-adjacent when it comes to my writing #i love love LOVE emotional scenes and character driven works #MAD respect to the multi-chapter overlords tho yall the backbone of our society fr fr #wenclair warriors rise up #wenclair #wednesday addams #enid sinclair

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wigglebox · 1 year

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On Wayward Tracks

Pinefest 2023 | Written by @follows-the-bees | Illustrated by @wigglebox

Rated: Explicit | Word Count: 86,216 | Major Tags [full list at link]: Western AU, Action & Adventure, Lovers to Friends to Lovers, Selective Mute Dean, PTSD, Bisexual Dean, Bisexual Castiel, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Light Dom/Sub, Explicit Sex, Canon-typical violence, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Pinging, Dean POV, Castiel POV, Happy Ending

Summary

The year is 1882, and Dean and Sam Winchester were taken in by Bobby Singer almost two decades prior, living and working on Singer Ranch in Lawrence, Kansas.

While visiting his brother Gabriel, who opened a brothel in the area, Castiel Novak runs into a handsome stranger. During the four visits, they usually spend one night together, and that's that. But, on Cas' most recent visit, Dean shows him the real life of a ranch hand.

Dean shows him the ins and outs of his day-to-day life while Cas decides on his future away from the family business, Novak Railways Co., and his other brothers, Michael and Lucifer.

As Bobby's ranch faces threats from the railroad company, trying to force him off the land to make way for a new rail line, Cas uncovers discrepancies in his family's intentions and accountant books.

The connection between the families is soon uncovered, and they are thrown together as they work to discover the depths of the mysterious corruption.

At the same time, Dean and Cas have to work through their own mysteries regarding each other and how life moving forward would look for them.

Full story on AO3

Artist's note:

I absolutely fell in love with this story because it held my attention with a plot while also making me root for these two knuckleheads. I love western AUs, but I am also rather picky when it comes to depictions of the American West when it comes to this time.

I'm actually picky when it comes to fics in general!

But I loved this from the moment I read the first page, and I purposefully held off on reading any updates while @follows-the-bees was editing purely so I could have the joy of reading it again "for the first time."

If you're into action-packed westerns with a cute love story with real stakes, I recommend this story 100%! I'm sure you'll enjoy it from start to finish! <3

#pinefest 2023 #spn fanfic #destiel fic #spnfanart #destiel fanart #western AU #pinefest 2023 submission #no but for real i fucking loved this fic #i wish ic ould have drawn more #maybe i will in the future xD i wanted to draw every scene i came across

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Neil Josten/Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten & Andrew Minyard Characters: Andrew Minyard, Neil Josten, Mentioned Aaron Minyard - Character, mentioned nicky hemmick, Mary Hatford, Brief Drake Spear, Other Various Foxes Mentioned Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Pre-Canon, brief Post-Canon, brief during canon, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Time Skips, warnings for andrew's past, One Shot, no beta we die like tilda minyard, Dialogue Light, andrew and neil are in denial for a bit, they get over it, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Soulmates Summary:

Andrew Doe is freshly six years old when he wakes to the sight of his shadow leaving him for the first time. Andrew knows he should be more careful while racing through the house; he doesn’t know these new people after all, but he’s too excited to let a little thing like caution keep him from finally finding someone who loves him. Someone who wants him. ~ Nathaniel Wesninski is four years old the first time his shadow leaves him. He doesn’t notice, but his mother does. She makes a mental note to make sure that neither Nathaniel nor his father ever have the chance to follow Nathaniel’s shadow to his soulmate. One less thing for Nathan to hold over Nathaniel, and thus over Mary, the better. ~~ Twice a year, your shadow leads you towards your soulmate. For Andrew and Neil, this changes surprisingly little.

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New fic!!!

This year I want to challenge myself to write, finish and post at least one fic every month, starting with this one for January!

This fic is based off of a prompt from a book called 5-Minute Daily Writing Prompts by Tarn Wilson (I did not write this in five minutes, I just used the prompt). The prompt I used is:

"Prompt 1: Fantasy, Plot: A woman awakes in the early morning to see her shadow sneaking out the bedroom door. She follows. (Continue the story) The woman sees her shadow holding hands with another unattached shadow. What happens next?"

Go check it out and let me know what you think!

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