#medium: fic

[juke-fic-recs]

Darkness Would Turn to Light by @pearlcaddy

Teen And Up | One-Shot | 4.1k | Complete

Select Tags: Living!Phantoms AU, Alternate Universe - Famous, Touring, Friends With Benefits To Lovers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Aged-Up Characters, Long Distance, Family Illness

Nearing the end of an exhausting year on her solo tour, Julie is on the verge of a breakdown. Luke tries something desperate to help.

Anonymous says: One of my favourite fics I've ever read. Emotional, sweet, raw, perfect Juke. Made me cry in the best way.

#rating: t #format: oneshot #length: 1k to 5k #status: complete #tag: fluff #tag: angst #tag: au #tag: alive #tag: agedup #tag: modern #tag: friends #tag: famous #tag: hc #medium: fic #author: pearlcaddy #juke #jatp #jatp fic #jukeboxsource

[regulusblackfest]

Title: Prawns Pairing/main characters: Regulus Black/James Potter Rating: Teen Warnings: None Medium/Word Count: 7,459

Summary: 

“You’re a dog, Sirius?” Regulus asks. “Of all the animals in the world, your animagus is a big shaggy dog?” “Oh shut up, like you’d get something better.” “Definitely would get something better.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah.” “Well, I guess you’ll just have to prove it now.” “I guess I will.”

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47098750

#regulus black #regulus black fest #regulus black fest 2023 #medium: fic #rating: teen and up

[random-nerd-posts]

Emergency Blanket

He was just working on his bike. Then the metal of his wrench scraped the wall of the bike, Jason froze.

He found himself in the warehouse located in the Republic of Bosnia. He could hear the clown's laughter, see the green hair, stupid purple suit. He could feel the cold cement, the crowbar as it slapped against his body.

Jason wanted to escape. His breathing picked up, making it harder for him to breathe. He jerked through the shivers that controlled his body as the crowbar slammed against his head.

This isn't real, Jason thought. I'm alive. This is over. I'm alive. I'm alive.

He remembered a trick that helped his mind get back to where he was as he gripped his shirt, tight like it was a lifeline. Ever since that night, Jason couldn't wear any fabric that reminded himself of the Robin costume, so he wore leather with soft cottony fabrics underneath.

It felt like hours, but he found himself releasing the tension in his muscles, the shivers didn't stop, but the visions, the fears crept away, lurking in the shadows for another attack.

Pushing himself into a sitting position, he looked around to find himself back in his garage, his bike in progress and his phone. Grabbing it, Jason dialed his security blanket.

"Bruce Wayne," the voice on the other end spoke. Jason's breath hitched as he let the tears fall. "Jason, are you okay?"

"Bruce," Jason cried. "It happened again. I was working on my bike and my tools scraped on something and I spiraled. I think I'm okay now, but can you come get me?"

"I'm on my way," Bruce answered immediately. "Keep on the line while I get there, okay?"

"Okay," Jason wiped his eyes.

[Day 3] [Day 5]

#whumptober 2022 #no.4 #alt.14 #Emergency Blanket #DC #medium: fic #Panic Attack #Jason Todd #he's back from the dead #his emergency blanket differs from Dick and Bruce

[wattsynessy]

"They don't care about you..." (Wumbtober Day 2)

Santiano was floating in a sea of darkness, his mind blissfully unaware of the pain his body was being subjected to at the current moment. The air was cool, refreshing. Santiano breathed it in deeply, before feeling a prickle at the back of his neck.

"Leave me alone!"

"He will! Ashvael! Ashvael!"

Santiano turns. There was no one, nothing save for miles upon miles of inky black darkness. He feels afraid.

"Leave you alone? When have I ever left you alone, little vulture. You think your true love will save you. Pathetic."

"He will! Ashvael! Ashvael!"

...

Back in the light, in the world of the living, Santiano's body was stirring not of its own accord. It squirmed under the cover Ashvael put on it, it pushed off any hands that touched it, it kicked and bit and fought against anything that would try to hurt it.

"Santi! Santi, it's alright. You're safe. Santi..." Ashvael dodged a swinging hand, managing to grab it and hold it tight in between his own. "Calm, Santi. You're safe. I've got you. I've got you..."

Eventually, the delirium left Santiano, and his body went limp once more. Ashvael gathered the drow up in his arms and kissed his sweat stained forehead.

"I'm here, my love. I'm not leaving."

#wumptober 2023 #delirium no.2 #dnd oc #medium: fic #santiano de fyrenze #ashvael petyrson

[unknowndrone]

Yelena’s Diary

Yelena Belova X Fem!Reader

Prompt: Natasha finds Yelena’s diary which results in the contents of the diary getting revealed to you.

WC: 1.7k

Warnings: siblings threatening to kill each other

__________

She should’ve known better. As the greatest spy and assassin in the world with a sibling with a similar title, she should’ve known that unless that diary was sewn to her body, Natasha was somehow  going to get her grubby hands on it. 

“Give it back, Natasha!” She hisses.

They were like school girls, things that Yelena would only ever see happening in the American TV shows, not between two assassins. Natasha flips through the pages, while simultaneously dodging Yelena’s efforts to retrieve the book.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. How many chapters are you going to spend complaining about the team and complimenting Y/N?” she questions.

“Natasha, I am not afraid to stab you!” the younger sister threatens. 

“Do it,” Natasha challenges. “I bet you’d love to explain to Y/N why you felt the need to stab her favorite Black Widow.”

“-you are not her favorite Black Widow!” 

“Just because you wrote it in your diary doesn’t mean it’s actually true-”

“Stop it!” Yelena screams once more. This time she pounces on to her sister’s shoulders. Natasha wildly spins knowing that Yelena was seconds away from putting her into a choke hold before throwing Yelena on to the bed. 

Natasha paces away, flipping through the pages and gaining a few more paragraphs before her sister would rush to attack once more. “Who taught you to draw a heart like that, Lena?” 

The younger widow pouts. “Give it back, Natasha!”

That’s the thing about older siblings. They’re a menace.

At this point, the two widows were running through the compound. The blonde chasing the red head with no one to stop them. No one except-

The elevator door opens, revealing you. You just returned from your mission only to see Natasha trying to evade Yelena who looked ready to murder her. You raise your eyebrow, noticing how they were far too busy trying to fight each other that they didn’t hear the elevator door. 

Your eyes dart to see Steve walking past you with a book in his hand. Tapping his shoulder to get his attention, you gesture towards the widows. “What happened?” 

Steve only lets out a laugh, shaking his head. “Yelena’s been chasing Nat for hours.” He explains before leaving you to your thoughts. 

As amusing as it is to watch the two widows play a game of cat and mouse, you figured that it was time for the two to reconcile as you carefully approach them, making sure not to get too close just in case Yelena decides to throw a knife at Natasha and you aren’t able to dodge it in time. 

Eventually you get close enough, crossing your arms, fighting the amused smirk that was forming at your lips. When you let out a cough, the fight instantly stops. Natasha smiles brightly when she sees you, almost too brightly. Meanwhile, Yelena looks more horrified than she is happy. Part of your heart wrenches as to why she looks so disheartened to see you. She was always happy to see you. 

“That’s enough fighting for you two, don’t you think?” You suggest, eyes darting between Yelena and then Natasha. 

Natasha glances at Yelena, nodding, “I agree.” Her response only earns another glare from the blonde widow. 

 “How was your mission?” Yelena asks you. 

You shrug, “Standard.” Your eyes catch at what seems like a journal in Natasha’s hand. “I didn’t know you journal, Nat.” 

Natasha holds the book up, the smile on her face becoming more mischievous. “Oh me? Oh no,this isn’t mine. This is-” 

“Natasha stop! Don’t you dare ruin this for me!” Yelena hisses.

But just before Natasha can say anything, Yelena pounces on her. Your eyes widen at the violence and Yelena’s sudden persistence. You knew if you didn’t act now, the floors of the Avengers facility might be painted red. So your arms grab Yelena’s shoulders and you pull her until her back is flushed against you.

“That’s enough!” you bark, trying to get the two siblings to stop.

Yelena almost instantly relaxes in your hold. It wasn’t your first time holding her. In fact, you’ve hugged her many times before whether it be before missions when you return home from missions or whenever she’s upset. Your touch was like an instant sedative. 

This one especially.

Natasha sighs in relief, but her hand was still clutching the book. When she meets eyes with her sister, she notices how Yelena almost looks like she melted into a pool of her own love for you. Regardless, you pull Yelena away, dragging her to her room before things get worse. 

“Oh here’s your book Yelena…” Natasha teases, handing the book to her sister. Yelena quickly snatches it before you could get your hands on it. You know better than to ask questions seeing how pissed Yelena was. You figured that you would have a chat with Natasha as to why she’s going through her sister’s belongings later. For now, you need to make sure Yelena has cooled down.

The two of you are now sitting in your room. Yelena is laying in bed while you are getting changed into more comfortable clothes. The book is held protectively over her chest. It seems to be super glued to her like she didn’t want anyone seeing what was inside. 

“So…is there anything in that private journal I don’t know about?” you tease while slipping on your pajamas. 

The blonde blushes profusely, “no,” she speaks a little too quickly. 

“I’m not pushing, Lena. I was just curious,” you shrug. “You’re allowed to have your own private thoughts.”

Yelena looks at you for a while. She’s been doing that a lot recently where you would notice her gaze on you seemed to linger longer than expected. It made you curious at what was going through her little head. 

Eventually, you plop yourself on the bed next to her and, like many other nights before, you two bask in each other’s presence. You found her shoulder comforting, so you lay your head there, too, observing her reaction intently. To your surprise, you feel her muscles visibly tense for a moment before easing into your warmth.

“Is everything okay?” you ask her suddenly. 

“Everything is fine,” the assassin dismisses. “Just stop talking…”

Of course, her dismissive attitude made you just slightly more worried. Yelena was your best friend. The only time she was ever like this is when she’s afraid of something but she’s too scared to tell you. Just like the time she was secretly afraid of the sound of thunder so she actively avoided Thor and also tended to blast your music louder than usual during a storm. You knew just as well as Natasha when something was wrong with Yelena. 

“You can tell me,” you whisper in the silence.

“I can’t.” Yelena whispers back, her voice small. “This is different. I-I can’t share it with you.” 

You pout, looking over your shoulder to see her expression. “Why?”

“Because it’s not a good idea.” 

You frown, “Do you not trust me?” 

“This is different,” Yelena emphasizes more. “It will change how you look at me.”

A sigh escapes your lips as you lean into her shoulder more. “If it’s another assassination regret, you know I would never-”

“No…it’s not that.” 

“But it’s bothering you,” you reason. 

“No it’s not.”

You know better than to keep questioning Yelena knowing she wasn’t going to relent so you two continue to sit through the silence. You would give many things just to see what was going through her head right now or what was written in that journal of her’s that she wasn’t allowing you to see. 

Part of your heart might know, but your brain looked at your denial and turned it into cold hard facts. 

“If you started dating someone else, would you leave me?” Yelena asks suddenly.

“What?”

The blonde assassin nods slowly, “Would you forget about me?”

“Why would I forget about you? You’re my best friend-”

The word ‘best friend’ seems to only upset Yelena further in the way her eyes fall. You see it right away and you stop talking.

Yelena sniffles. “I don’t want to be your best friend. I want you to like me. You know? The one where you draw hearts around our names!” she blurts. 

Your jaw goes slack for a moment in complete disbelief. “Y-Yelena…”

The blonde turns away from you, not wanting to face you or the consequences of her words. But you are quick to put a hand on her shoulder. 

“Lena look at me…” you whisper gently.

Slowly, she turns, but her eyes don’t quite meet yours. “I ruined everything, right?”

A soft laugh escapes your lips as you shake your head. “No…no you didn’t. Would it be hard for you to believe if I said I liked you back?” 

It takes a moment for the blonde to process. She didn’t even think she heard you right the first time. “M-me?” 

You nod slowly, “yes you, dummy.” 

If she wasn’t so enamored by the realization, she would be pouting, but hearing you say those words cause her eyes to light up like a Christmas tree. You pull her close to you.

“I like you too, Lena. I was also scared that if I told you I would ruin things,” you admit. 

“Really?” Yelena questions in disbelief.

You nod slowly, “Really…” 

You feel Yelena lean into your touch which allows you to press a soft kiss to her forehead. You couldn’t help but notice the smile that paints the blonde assassin’s face. It was like a schoolgirl who just found out her crush liked her back.

As you both enjoy each other’s company, another thought crosses your mind. “Wait Yelena what did you put about me in your diary?”

Yelena starts blushing as she buries her head into your shoulder. “Nothing.”

“Do you draw hearts around our names?” you tease.

“Stop it-”

“Will you let me see what you write about me in your diary?”

“No.” she says firmly, burying her head more into your shoulder. 

For the rest of the night, the two of you enjoy each other’s company. A smile painted on both of your faces.

__________

OKay guyyysss i got hella lazy at the ending bc I couldn’t think of shit, but I hope you enjoy this anyway. Also, I totally havent had this sitting in my files for like 8 months...I hope everything is well with yall. Have a great day/night and rest well!

#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova imagine #black widow x reader #black widow imagine #yelena belova x fem!reader #marvel imagine #marvel x reader #fic: medium #fix your window idiot

[mestos]

Man I don't even know. Deleted the last post because maybe I'm too hasty, seen how insulting it can be to be accused of AI generating shit, but my god! I cannot help but feel so much more for writers—writers who use words to craft their art, already fighting for a place in a world that prioritizes visual language/graphics over their medium, writers who are much quicker to be criticized than artists, writers who have to find a way to hone their crafts just so they keep your attention all the way to the end of their stories, writers who have no other means to present their creation and being told to pick up an entire other skill just to be appreciated in a community space, writers who are so much easily more exploited by AI generation because their medium is TEXT.

I don't fucking know dude. Sometimes it feels like people are fighting against AI art but not AI generated writing, voice acting, music or any other creative medium because visual graphics/language takes more precedence in this world, and everything else is secondary to it even though we are constantly preaching that all mediums are considered art

#neesan texto #“let me ai generate fics for my rare pair otp” ill fucking kill you bitch ill skin you alive #you cant be against ai art then spit on the faces of other medium artists #also making fun of people who can only present visualizations through moodboards #descriptions and picrews ill fucking kill you too #some of you guys feel so entitled that you can't seem to wrap your head around that people shouldnt NEED to become visual artists #just to get people to care about their product

[storm-cloud-lightning]

Mediums, DP prompt

ok ok, hear me out. There's this fic I read years ago- this one - and basically it has Harry Potter using his MoD powers in a new world as a medium. He brings people back and learns stuff and people give him money for the info, you know, what mediums do.

Now, consider this: Danny Fenton -yes, FENTON- becomes a medium. Could be like the fic where it's in a new world, thus a crossover, could not be. You do you, idk I've literally never written a prompt before.

But anyway, yea, imagine it! It would probably be something he stumbled into due to his rouges messing with him by following him around invisible (or just Youngblood, since he can only be seen by kids) and since it's Amity, people don't think crazy, they think oh man can that Fenton kid see ghosts all the time? Even ones we can't see? Maybe even...new ones?

Imagine:

Danny: Hello how may I help you today

Customer, flashing crazy eyes: I need you to tell me how my mother died

Danny:

Danny: Sir, this is the Nasty Burger

Customer: You're a Fenton, and I've heard the rumors, you can see ghosts normal people can't. Please, I need to know.

Danny, who definitely can't see these 'other' ghosts, his rouges have just been messing with him a little too much while invisible lately: Look-

Customer: NO! I will not take no for an answer!

*they are starting to draw too much attention*

Danny, nervous whispers: Look, I'll ask around ok? But you can't be saying this kinda stuff out in the open, you know the Anti-Ecto laws will go after collaborators. They don't care about collateral damage

Customer, looking around apologetically: You're right, I'm sorry I just- She died so suddenly and the police have nothing. Her name was Jasmine Bale please, please I just want to make sure she's ok.

And thus, Danny stumbles onto a much better paying job than the Nasty Burger. or something idk I haven't written anything in a while.

OR

Danny, desperate for money on the streets of Gotham.

Danny: hey my guy, do you think if I told your son something from you, he would give me 10 buck?

Jack Drake, startled someone can see him lurking outside a coffee shop spying on his son: Uh- what.

#danny phantom #dp prompt #dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #dp x dc prompt #dp #dp crossover #dp au #medium au #you should really read that fic even if you aren't really in those fandoms #its really good #danny fenton #danny phantom crossover #danny phantom prompt #is this how you tumblr? #writing prompt #i don't know #how to do this #haha anyways #this will be my daily #scream into the void #since no one will see it #probably #ok thanks bye

[wangxianficrecs]

Seven Seconds to the End by Admiranda & miixz

Seven Seconds to the End

by Admiranda (@admirableadmiranda) & miixz (@miixz)

T, WIP, 15k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Wuxian has been alive for less than an hour, he has no plans for his future. But if there is one thing he knows, it’s that he wants to see Lan Zhan again. Wei Wuxian remembers all that happened at the end of his first life. He remembers that Lan Zhan stayed on his side until the very end, how he'd tried to save him before Jiang Cheng attempted to kill them both. When he fell, the last thing he saw was Lan Zhan's eyes, the last thing he heard was his cries. When he finds himself unexpectedly returned to life, he knows exactly who he can trust and where he needs to go. A Chen Qing Ling retelling. Kay's comments: The thing with CQL is that I love it dearly, but also, there are so many plotholes due to how it was adapted from the source material and I actually love those plotholes too, because that's where fanfic authors can make themselves comfortable and write so many creative stories. This story explores how CQL Wangxian's relationship is actually really great and it makes no sense for freshly-resurrected Wei Wuxian to run away from Lan Wangji when he appears in Mo village and I love this so much. The cherry on top is the fact that miixz and Admiranda are both really great writers that always draw me in and I'm excited to see how this story might continue! Excerpt: In the distance, Wei Wuxian hears the Lan juniors scramble to their feet, overhearing something about how they’ll be acting in the west courtyard tonight. It’s good to know where he can find them, but he doesn’t mind the loss of the rest of their conversation. Whatever they’ve come here for is definitely something to look into, but he’s in no hurry to learn about it. If their presence is somehow related to his return, he doubts any of them know it. No one would knowingly send a group of young cultivators anywhere near the scourge of the cultivation world. But for once, this works in his favor. For one thing, young cultivators are bound to be informed on the state of the world, and most importantly, these particular boys should know about the one he wants to meet. Just a little bit longer, he thinks, looking at the cuts in his wrist. I’ll see this through, then I’ll find my way back to you, Lan Zhan.

pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, the untamed compliant, canon rewrite, fluff, hurt/comfort, family feels, getting together, developing relationship, pining, friends to lovers, adopted lan sizhui, no jiang cheng & wei wuxian reconciliation, not jiang cheng friendly

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

#WIP Rec Week #WIP #Work in Progress #Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #Wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Rec #March 2024 #Seven Second to the End #Admiranda #miixz #teen #medium fic 15k-49k #pov wei wuxian #canon divergence #the untamed compliant #canon rewrite #fluff #hurt/comfort #family feels #getting together #developing relationship #pining #friends to lovers #adopted lan sizhui #no jiang cheng & wei wuxian reconciliation #not jiang cheng friendly

[starfieldcanvas-art]

An illustration for my favorite moment in Melime’s Gault/Lucienne fic Lost and Found 💜 The book is the Complete Works of Sappho, which of course exists in the Library of the Dreaming! 📚

#lucienne #gault #lucienne x gault #the sandman #f/f #art #fandom: the sandman #character: lucienne #character: gault #pairing: lucienne/gault #pairing: f/f #medium: digital #medium: digital painting #medium: digital oils #style: full render #style: color #style: lineless #style: realism #note: complete #note: fic illustration #note: fandom event

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: The Shared Desk Dilemma

In the hallowed halls of Eden University, professors Aziraphale Eastgate and Anthony Crowley share a desk but have nothing else in common—except for their knack for outwitting each other with escalating pranks that have the entire faculty taking sides. When the university president, in a desperate bid to restore peace, mandates a team-building retreat, the adversaries find themselves reluctantly sharing a room, and sparks fly. Crowley can't stand the pompous, irksome Dr. Eastgate, and the feeling appears to be mutual, yet they can't seem to keep their hands off each other.

Length: 32,405 words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥🔥🔥🔥

Best for: Mostly Safe in Public, Human AU, Comedy, Pick-Me-Up

Triggers: None

Read it here, fic by MissUnderstoodLyrics

*Minor Spoilers* If you haven’t read this one yet, you need to change that right now!! This one is so FUN! I had been following this as a WIP and every update felt like an event. Seriously it may be one of the most entertaining stories I've read.

Dr. Crowley is a brand new professor at Eden University, and he is forced to share an office with the terror that is Dr. Aziraphale Eastgate. It starts when Crowley starts moving some of his files in, and Aziraphale is NOT having it. What follows is an escalating prank war, and gosh they are so fun. I love that the pranks were (relatively) harmless, and never mean spirited. Annoying, cumbersome, messy, but never mean. Eventually this leads to a mandatory staff retreat where oops! There’s only one bed! Things escalate, of course, but greater things are to come once they combine forces against the forces of evil (aka Gabriel)

This had me honest to god laughing out loud. Truly the best use of images in a fic. Watching our boys rile each other up is always such a treat. They know how to get under each other's skin in the best way possible. Don't mistake the humor for shallowness though! This fic has some beautiful moments, especially when our pair open up to each other about their pasts.

There is so so much to enjoy here. Mostly safe in public, though there are a handful of explicit sex scenes so be prepared for that.

Read it here, fic by MissUnderstoodLyrics

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #fanfic rec #aziracrow #good omens fic rec #aziraphale x crowley #The Shared Desk Dilemma #MissUnderstoodLyrics #medium #four flames #mostly safe in public #comedy #pick me up #human au #teacher au #enemies to lovers

[neverevan]

Inspiration Saturday 🍂

I frankly don't think that I can finish this one before the new season airs and in that case it might just get scrapped entirely (because of new wips and changing canon events) but I hope I get around it before that, because it would be such a great exploration of characters and just an abundant source for angst and fluff and eternal domesticity. Anyway, here's a snippet that'll probably be heavily revised later on if I actually end up working on this.

Buck got up abruptly and started pacing up and down, covering the tiny length of Eddie’s kitchen two strides at a time. “Buck, calm down.” Eddie rose from his chair, his eyes following Buck’s every step with concern. “What the hell am I even gonna tell him when he asks about his parents? How do I explain any of it?” “Woah Buck, slow down there, he can’t even talk yet, let alone ask questions. You’ll have plenty of time to think about that.” Eddie put a hand onto Buck’s forearm, halting his movements just by the table, then he guided Buck back down to his chair with gentle force. The warm tips of Eddie’s fingers were a solid comfort over Buck’s stress-cold skin as he squeezed his arm lightly, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “I-I’m sorry.” Buck sighed. If he was apologizing for flipping out just a moment ago or for bringing this to Eddie in the first place; even he wasn’t entirely sure. “Look, I get that this wasn’t the plan when you decided to help them,” Buck opened his mouth to cut in but Eddie pressed on, “but this is what’s happening now. So you’re just gonna have to take it slow and deal with it one thing at a time. Okay?” “I… Okay.” Buck closed his eyes in defeat, desperately hoping that when he opened them the next time, he’d find the strength he needed to go through today; though he was aware that the chances of that were slim to none. But funnily enough, when he finally opened his eyes and his gaze landed on Eddie’s face, something shifted. Eddie was looking at Buck with an expression that told him everything he needed to hear without words, his eyes were glimmering like amber in the bright morning light and the creases between his eyebrows seemed softer than before. Eddie was the embodiment of everything Buck ever wanted and needed — and in remembering that, suddenly the sight of him was enough to find the strength Buck was looking for.

tags under the cut 💛

I was tagged by @daffi-990 thank youuu 💛

✨and no pressure tagging: @malewifediaz @spagheddiediaz @jeeyuns @jamespearce9-1-1 @eddiebabygirldiaz @hippolotamus @disasterbuckdiaz @nmcggg @thewolvesof1998 @watchyourbuck @theotherbuckley @fortheloveofbuddie @ladydorian05 @wikiangela

#look I'm in a very domestic mood for some reason #maybe it's just the holidays #but I'd love to write this and actually finish before march #but it'd be either a very long oneshot or a medium chaptered fic and I wanna finish some other stuff before I get into this one #so we'll see #ANYWAY they are already a family and I love them so much 🫶 #buddie #911 #wip #the baby fic

[ceilidho]

Why is no one talking about toxic yuri ghoap oh my god?? That would leave me in a puddle ????

the basic premise is that it takes place in a bdsm universe where subs are always paired with doms so both parties can balance each other out, and Soap has just been recruited into the 141 and she's been assigned Ghost as her new dom (Ghost is one of the odd outliers that typically works unbonded - very atypical).

And at first, she's incredibly excited about finally getting to work with another woman, especially a female dom because she's only ever been paired with aggravating, but mostly inoffensive male doms. but she very quickly learns that Ghost is 100x worse than any dom she's ever been paired with before.

#it's going to be a medium dark fic lmao like Ghost fully takes advantage of their power dynamics to make Soap her little collared girlfriend

[regulusblackfest]

Title: A Boy and his Cat Pairing/main characters: Gen Rating: G/A Warnings: None Medium/Word Count: 1 603

Summary:

Regulus Black becomes an animagus specifically to spend more time with Sirius.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46110178

#regulus black #regulus black fest #regulus black fest 2023 #medium: fic #rating: general audiences

[random-nerd-posts]

Gun To Temple

Jason couldn't believe the bastard. He saved the Joker. Bruce saved Jason's killer. He was pissed.

He wanted to scream, curse or even cry. But here the boy stood in silence. Something felt heavy. His knees buckled and the heaviness hit the ground.

It was his gun. One of them anyway. He lost the other in the explosion.

Do I want to die? Jason thought to himself as he picked up the pistol and checked the chamber. It was loaded. He knew it was loaded, but it always good to check.

Di he want to die? Jason raised the gun to his head. Maybe there was a reason he blew up at the factory in Bosnia. Maybe he was destined to fail. To fuck up. Maybe death was his destiny.

Staring at the gun, Jason lifted the gun to his head, the barrel presses against his forehead. Pulling back the hammer, he stood there in silence. Then the sensation hit him.

"NO!" Jason screamed, throwing the gun down.

Wrapping his arms around his chest, Jason leaned his head down to the ground. He just repeated "No. No. No." Tears swelled up and spilled onto the ground and down his face.

Sobs ripped from his throat. He wanted to go home. He wanted his dad, a warm bed and a hug. He wanted Alfred's cookies. He wanted to hang out with his brother, Dick. He missed home. But he wasn't welcome. He knew he wasn't welcome. Bruce made that clear.

Bruce made it clear that killers were bad and that he won't tolerate them. So, Jason was a killer, and killers don't belong in the manor. They never did.

And to Jason, they deserved to die.

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#whumptober 2022 #no.3 #Gun to Temple #DC #Batman: Under the Red Hood #medium: fic #gun #thoughts of sucide #Jason Todd

[coffeebanana]

i love how optimistic i am when outlining long fics it's like "oh wow if i just plan this all out and then Follow. The. Plan!! it will totally be SO EASY. i mean i can have it all done so quickly!"

...ignoring the fact that this has never once happened 😂

#kayla rambles #writing thingsss #the closest thing is the time i did ladynoir july because like...i did write 60k in around 50 days #but i was a lot less picky about my writing then ajsfbkdsjf #like i COULD NOT write that fic now. and also i would write it so differently now 😭 but not the point #and i still updated the outline many times while writing that #also is 60k even a long fic? to me that's just medium. though i know that depends on who you ask #and i suppose by my standards i've never actually finished a 'long fic' (yet...but i have 4 in progress oops) #RIP to the shera fic that i only have one chapter of left to write asjfbdksjd maybe one day #on the plus side i feel like i'm getting better at outlining!!! #and i'm having fun which is the important thing!! #plus who knows maybe the break from actual writing will help #(if i manage not to cave akjfdskjd it's only been 4 days and idk if i'm strong enough to resist much longer)

[jjkeremika]

OH MY ~MAPPA~ LOL WOW🥵

#EEK #I CAN SEE THE TIP LOL #IDK WHI MADE THIS IF YOU DO LNK #i have to write a fic abt this #cabin eren and manbun eren and medium hair eren and hobo eren are my faves LOL #eren jaeger fanart #eren jaeger smut #eren jaeger #eren yeager #eren yeager fanart #aot #snk