#no pairings

[hermitfic-ao3]

a body is an object by ruffboi. https://archiveofourown.org/works/42838071

A really interesting take on the Watcher fic trope. I can’t say more without spoiling. It’s great. I’ve read it like five times.

a body is an object by ruffboi

Rating: T

Warnings: Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings (Heed AO3 Tags)

Summary:

"I don't want to pry," Xisuma said when they were speaking before his official invitation to join. "And not answering won't change whether or not you get whitelisted. We admins just prefer to have a heads up if anything's likely to come trying to dig you up, so we can keep you and everyone else safe."

Grian thought back to obsidian and endstone and blood, to tattered wings and torn robes and so so many unseeable eyes, and swallowed hard.

"No," he said, his voice shaky. "No, I don't think anyone will come looking for me."

"Okay," Xisuma answered, and that was that.

Until they invited two new people to the server.

or, the Hermitcraft Backstory Rule says that you don't ask other people about their backstory, you let them tell it if they want to and leave it be if they don't.

Unfortunately for Grian, one of the newest Hermits was also a player on his old server - one he'd thought had been dead for years - and she's going to drag his backstory kicking and screaming into the light whether she means to or not.

mod note: OH ANON!! i’ve been trying to re-find this fic for so long thank you so much 😭

yes, please read this fic! it is such an interesting take on the original watcher lore. it’s so so good. -Mod Solaris ☀️

#watcher grian #grian #mumbo jumbo #pearlescentmoon #xisumavoid #evil xisuma #zedaphplays #impulsesv #goodtimewithscar #mods favorite #no pairings

[trashyangelic]

Oooh I have one with. This got me an idea no thanks to S5 E21 & E22.

SALT: Lila, Bustier, Damocles, Akuma Class

SUGAR: Juleka, Rose, Alix, Max, Nino, Nathaniel, Chloe, Sabrina

PAIRINGS: Adrigami, Felinette, Lukloe, Sabrina/Nino, Alix/Max, Julerose, Marcaniel

How about exposing Lila on live stream where it revealed Lila Rossi/Cerise wearing a wig the entire time but also pretending to be a high school student in Francois Dupont when she also goes to Paul Bert. And to say one of the principal in Paul Bert was watching this on live stream in the Teacher's Lounge where it is on Aurore Beaureal's blog he was shock but furious and decided to expelled Cerise from his school for manipulation and pathological liar. Among the other staffs were annoyed they had a feeling that Cerise was manipulator. While Marinette had graduated early then the rest of the akuma class due to Lila's lies that made them go repeat a year. As for her friends well they graduated with her. Adrien gotten back with Kagami and decided to take it slow for their relationship. As Marinette is with Felix who had manage to get her to stop stuttering they became an unstoppable couple. Adrien and Marinette knows their identity no thanks to Chloe to blurted it out for them. Adrien considered Marinette as a sister figure for him. Cerise/Lila got in a lot of trouble thanks to Sabrina and Chloe getting the footage in CCTV that Damocles decided to tell the students that the CCTV was broken but it isn't really. As for the three mother's of Lila they found out from the live stream they aren't very happy so they explain it to the first mother who works as the Secretary Embassy.

#miraculous ladybug #lila salt #no lila rossi demption #miraculous season 5 #ml prompt #no pairings #marinette deserves better #alya salt #felinette #bustier salt #adrigami #lukloe #request prompt

[pasta-connoisseur]

Progvember day 5- horrifying or comforting

(Somehow it ended up as more unsettling, also check the tags)

There’s something about Peter

(I don’t mean any harm to the people this is based off of, and claim nothing except for the story)

There was something about Peter.

Tony had seen the change, he’d been there from the beginning. It started off slowly, a quick flash of something across his face, letting things drop where he would have caught them.

A smile that was a bit too wide, and so blindingly white under the stage lights. The fans ate it up anyway, standing almost transfixed as he danced around like a leaf in the wind.

He looked over to Peter anyway. Under the dimmed lights he dressed like a streak of void painted onto the normal workings of a stage.

When his head was turned, at least. With the makeup he was more reminiscent of a lit lamp post. Tony shook away that thought. As if hearing him, said lamppost turned his head to face him. He looked like he was about to say something when the curtain came up, flooding the stage with white light.

Showtime.

They started off just fine, everything was going smoothly. His hands were gliding over the keys, drummers were playing when drummers should, bassists and guitarists were doing what was rehearsed. He let his mind wander for a bit, they’d been playing these songs for long enough that muscle memory could kick in. His mind always wandered back to Peter though. As if tethered to him. He glanced over to see that he was now engrossed in mowing the lawn of wires across the stage. Alright then. Everything as planned.

A third of the way through the set was where things started to go downhill. Everyone was playing well, that wasn’t the issue. However the atmosphere seemed more charged now, more electric than at the start. Small tendrils of shadow seemed to creep up from between the keys, brushing over his fingertips and coiling around his wrists. Almost keeping them in motion.

He worriedly looked over to the others.

Steve looked fine as he leant into the light for his solo. Mike and Phil seemed to be facing the same sort of troubles though. Not in that they couldn’t play, but that they couldn’t seem to stop either. Then there was Peter. He seemed to have become taller and leaner as the song went on. His form stretched and warped under the multicoloured light. He still sang. He still played. Something uncurled in the back of his mind, whispering that it was all fine. Tony wasn’t so sure.

As the show went on, the strange happenings seemed to reach new levels of odd. Now even Steve was affected, as the shadows bent and twisted around him. Tony looked down to the audience. They were still swaying with the music and the lights, they seemed to bask in the chaotic atmosphere, but they always did. That song ended. Silence. Then applause. His head was aching now, his hands were completely still under the blue light. Shadowy coils still looped around them, now making their way up his arm. A strange hush fell over the crowd now. They were worshippers, and the stage was their altar. If that made them their gods he didn’t know. Thoughts were wildly running through and around his head. Panic was lapping at his throat. Everything else was still.

“Old Michael walked past the pet shop, which was never open”

Supper’s ready. Tony shut his eyes and drew in a deep breath. Peter did too.

“Into the park which was never closed”

His eyes were closed. Did that mean he was the pet shop? His thoughts were hazy.

“And seeing the park was full of very smooth, clean green grass”

His eyelids cracked open. Light flooded in once again. Time slowed to a crawl.

“He took off all his clothes, and began to rub his body into the clean, wet, green grass”

Clarity after the delirium. How can he say that so seriously? Tony wondered.

The crowd clung onto his every word and movement. Even the breaths between each. The monologue was over, now the real show began.

His hands were moved into position on the guitar. Across the stage, several other pairs of hands were readied. Peter stood still.

He started singing. Shadows pulled his fingers up and down on the fretboard. Smooth as silk strings. His thoughts racing listening to Peter, trying to ignore the panic setting in once again.

“It’s been a long, long time”

He sang it almost directly to him. Or that’s how it felt. He set down the guitar with hands that should have been shaking.

The song was played, and the atmosphere only turned more surreal. Shifting and changing lights washed over a shifting and changing stage. Shadows carved keyboards into strange sculptures. Guitars were made and unbraided while being played. Drum fills rolled as waves through the sea of audience members. Singing and shadow melted together to bind the musicians and crowd. Verses bleeding into choruses then into sections and instrumentals. Hands melting into instruments. Cries from the crowd becoming a dissonant haze of noise. And above it all, a clear echoing voice. A whistle. Another change.

Keys to door to frame to change.

Voice, vines, ropes, signs.

Faces, masks, dresses, songs, flutes, flowers, more change.

Tony drew in a shuddering breath. Focusing on the ordeal that was about to unfold. He couldn’t even find the keys, yet the right notes still flowed freely from his fingers. Shadows turned his head to the warped figure centre stage.

Peter stood with his arms raised above his head. Coils of shadow extended from his shoulders like wings, climbing into the curtains and crawling towards bandmates. Fiery golden eyes were arranged behind him like choirboys. His costume glittered in the supernatural light. The atmosphere was heavy and still around him, despite the chaos of the rest of the stage. In the storm’s eye stood Peter, or what looked like Peter. Immune to the carnage as the sole cause of it. The song still continued. The crowd still cried out for more.

Tony’s head was pounding. Like an icepick holding the weight of the world was poised over his skull. Images of past times and performances flashed behind his eyelids in a disorienting light show. An ancient presence settled around him as the music swelled to a crescendo. Its powerful voice sang out from all around him.

“There’s an angel standing in the sun”

There it was, Tony thought. He kept looking and feeling the music around him. It was impossible not to.

His hands shook as he played the final minutes of the song. The pressure seemed to ebb away.

It was over. He let out a long breath.

The lights dimmed as the crowd roared in approval. Peter said something to them and then bid them goodnight, walking off the stage. The rest of them followed suit, Tony trailing behind the rest. Already, memories of this performance were slipping away with the crowd’s noise. As he walked back to the dressing room, he could only try to remember the room number where they were staying.

#genesis band #no pairings #wanted to try something different #so here’s like 1k words #lmk if it’s crap or not #progvember2023 #my (prog) writing #prog rock

[mp100ficrec]

Black Mold by Gallus

Fic can be read HERE.

Angst, Pre-Canon. Completed. Rated: T. Word Count: 1207

Pairings: None

Trigger Warnings: Agoraphobia, Suicidal Ideation, Self Harm, Depression, Anxiety, Disordered Eating

"Alone in his room Serizawa Katsuya rots."

#Mob Psycho 100 #mp100ficrecs #black mold #gallus #no pairings #serizawa katsuya #angst #pre canon #completed #rated: t #word count: 0 to 2k

[killingdoll]

Dracula & Olrox met.

#castlevania #castlevania nocturne #dracula #olrox #castlevania olrox #ao3 fanfic #no pairings #dracula castlevania

[realitybitesyouknowit]

Something Wrong - wintergreen825 - Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling [Archive of Our Own]

Harry was used to getting by with less than what most considered necessary, but a conversation with Andromeda opens his eyes to just how much less he had been getting.

#harry potter #fanfiction #ao3 #raising Teddy #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #a/b/o verse #omega Harry #alpha Tonks #touch starved Harry #Abused Harry #forced destruction of nests #no pairings

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Trusting him

My submission for the square ‘anarchy’ in @onepiece-bingo. Also, Sabo’s like, 17 in this.

Becoming a marine had been the hardest choice of your life. You didn’t become a marine because you wanted to be one, not because you saw the good they did, but because it was the best way to help people in the wake of the Revolutionary Army. Looking around, you sighed, it hadn’t been the first time you’d seen it, seen the anarchy that came after they visited. So many towns and villages who began to refuse to pay the Heavenly Tribute. It wasn’t that you didn’t feel for these people or didn’t understand that they were starving, but was it really worth it? This time, the marines had just come back later, well after the Revolutionary Army had left, at a time when they wouldn’t be able to easily return. You had done your best to prevent as much bloodshed as possible, but when things became like this, absolute prevention was impossible. So here you were, helping the survivors dig a mass grave.

“Why are you even helping? It was you and the others who killed them in the first place.” one of the villagers spat, glaring at you. It hadn’t been the first time you’d been asked this.

“Because I didn’t want this. Because I never want this. I tried to reason with the others, I pleaded with them, but in the end I couldn’t do enough.” you said with a sad sigh, not caring that the villagers who heard you scoffed at your answer.

“Tell me, how many towns have you seen after being ‘liberated’ by the Revolutionaries? How many lives have you witnessed in their wake?” you asked, finally halting what you were doing and looking at the villagers. They looked at each other in confusion before facing you.

“W-well I mean, we’ve never left the island, but anything has to be better than that stupid tribute. We’re just a poor village, we can’t afford it. The Army said they’d take care of us.” the first villager explained.

“And look how well that turned out! Over half the town was slaughtered! All because they told you to fight back! Because they told you they’d be there for you? So where are they now? Why didn’t they protect you? You may not be the best case scenario that I’ve seen, but you’re far from the worst! I’ve seen anarchy like you can’t imagine! Villagers trying to hold off pirates while the marines laugh, townsfolk fighting each other for food because the raiding became so bad they can no longer feed themselves! Each and every time do you know what my superiors have said? We can’t help them, they didn’t pay the tribute, I’m sorry. And they were! Marines who were truly, sincerely sorry that they couldn’t do anything! Fuck, I saw marines demoted for helping villagers who didn’t pay!” you shouted, tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Then maybe you could help us change that.” a voice said. You turned, seeing a blond haired young man walking towards you. You easily recognized him, he was Sabo the Revolutionary, he had quite the bounty. You glared at him, trying your best to wipe away your tears. You couldn’t seem vulnerable in front of a man like him, no matter how young he was.

“Help you? After all the destruction your organization has caused?” you asked, unable to stop the tears.

“Yes. Clearly you care about these people, you’re not like the others, that much is obvious. What if you could help towns like this without being a marine? Without their rules, their cruelty. Come with me, join the revolutionaries, I can help you change the army so that this doesn’t happen.” the blond offered, holding a hand out to you. It was your turn to scoff.

“Why? You just heard what I said, you can see what’s happened, why not just do it yourself?” you asked bitterly, still glaring at him. Sabo shook his head, eyes downcast.

“Because I don’t know how. I’m a fighter. Sure, I can plan how to take down my enemies, come up with battle strategies, I’m smart, and I want to help, but I don’t know how to organize something like what you’re talking about. I wouldn’t even know where to begin. Furthermore, you’re a marine, you’ve seen this before. That means that you know how they operate, you know what could happen, and you could help us plan for and prevent it.” the boy explained, looking at you pleadingly. This chaos, this anarchy, it hadn’t been their intention, hadn’t been the purpose of the army. If he could change that, if you could change that. 

“Please. We clearly need you.” Sabo pleaded, taking a few steps forward, hand still outstretched to you. He could tell that his words were getting through to you, that maybe, just maybe, you’d join them. Finally you slapped his hand away, turning away, tears still streaming down.

“Y-you can’t fool me. What kind of sway could you hold over the revolutionaries to create that change? You’re just another soldier.” you growled. You couldn’t put your hopes in him, he was just a boy, no older than you were.

“I can change it because I can talk directly with our leader. Dragon-san listens to me.” Sabo said, moving so that he was standing in front of you once more. Dragon, the leader of the Revolutionary Army and this boy had his ear?

“Liar! You’re just saying what I want to hear!” you shouted, your open palm swinging at him, the blond catching your wrist before you could smack him.

“If I’m a liar, why are you trying to smack me instead of actually hurting me? Why not try and capture me? I’m just another revolutionary, right?” Sabo challenged. You could see it in his eyes, he wasn’t lying. You lowered your arm, Sabo allowing it to drop to your side.

“You can prevent this? You can change it? Stop the anarchy that follows the Army around?” you asked, a glimmer of hope shining in your eyes as you stared into his. The boy took a deep breath, he was taking a gamble, but he prayed that it would pay off.

“If I don’t then I’ll let you turn me in. You can tell them that you were captured but that you escaped and managed to capture me instead.” Sabo promised, hand once more outstretched. Slowly, hesitantly, you took his hand. You’d do it, you’d do it because you believe in this boy, even if you couldn’t explain why.

#Sabo the revolutionary #chief of staff sabo #one piece sabo #no pairings #Marine!reader #one piece revolutionary army #one piece bingo

[okamarinosuzoki]

The Tree House (ASL Brothers)

also available on ao3 :)

written for @comfortember day 28 - prompt: treehouse

Sabo had to admit the tree house he lived in with his brother was wobbly at best and a wreck at worst. The floorboards were coming off, nails would regularly fall down and there was nothing to protect them from the wind or the rain. They were always cold and wet, but Sabo wouldn't change this house for anything at all.

It was their home, the place where they spent the night and where he felt safe and happy with his real family. Between the luxurious mansion of his horrible parents and this shabby tree house, his choice was obvious.

#comfortember #one piece #asl brothers #one piece sabo #no pairings #drabble

[energonbunny]

Derek is actually having a fairly decent day. The experience is new enough since his return to Beacon Hills that he’s actually considering buying a calendar just to mark it down. Erica and Boyd returned to him after a brief stint with the alpha pack, slightly battered and with a warning to keep Beacon Hills safe. Okay, so Erica actually returned to Stiles and Boyd followed her, and it was Stiles who brought them back to Derek.

Actually, biting Stiles was probably one of the reasons his day was going so well, since the teen had gone the extra mile and brought everyone donuts for breakfast before the training had started. Everything is going as well as can be expected up until Derek hears Peter inhale sharply.

“He has blue eyes,” Peter says softly.

Derek doubts any of his older betas understand what blue eyes mean on a werewolf since there is no outright reaction from any of them; from the way Stiles blanches and takes an automatic step backward he must. His heartbeat skyrockets and Derek knows that this isn’t going to end well.

#teen wolf #stiles stilinski #werewolf stiles stilinski #alpha derek hale #no pairings #stiles is a blue eyed beta because of guilt over his mom's death #end of s2 divergence

[hermitfic-ao3]

I suggest Lifeline AU by SlashMagpie over on ao3! The first fic is Empty Oceans, and I would class it under found family and no pairings. also the series is fucking lifechanging.

Lifeline AU by SlashMagpie

Rating: T

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence (Heed all AO3 tags)

Series Description: A science fantasy AU about a species of body-snatching aliens attempting to take over the Earth and the ragtag bunch of misfits trying to stop them. Based on the Lifeline series of mobile games.

this series genuinely like slapped me in the face /pos. it was so fun to read and it hit me in the feels so many times! i don’t think words can describe how good this fic is.

#impulsesv #tangotek #hermitcraft #found family #scifi au #pearlescentmoon #bdoubleo100 #ethoslab #zombiecleo #skizzleman #rendog #no pairings

[bumblebeebats]

"Don't just throw ripped jeans away, you can repair them using these 10 cute Visible Mending techniques!!" unfortunately my friend the first point of failure for every single pair of jeans i have owned in my life has been the Crotch and Ass. Knees: fine, cuffs: fine; but 3 years in, and all that stands between the world and my astronaut-patterned taint is 0.5µm of denim worn so thin that every squat threatens to tear it to shreds like wet toilet paper. If the Tiktok craft community could figure out a way to resurrect jeans afflicted in such a way that doesn't involve adding a whole ass buttpatch like some sort of inverse assless chaps situation then that'd be great

#and yes i have indeed experimented with trying to add invisible patches on the INSIDE of the jean but unfortunately #trying to sew anything to the non-euclidean hellscape that is the crotch area of a pair of pants #inevitably ends up 1. (hand-sewing) puckered as hell or 2. (machine sewing) w me accidentally sewing a leg hole closed 😔

[spectralsleuth]

Reblog and put your rare pair in the tags/comments! I want to see the depths people will go to create, for the most random two characters in the most obscure media.

#poll #fanfiction #writing #ao3 #my answer is 4 i am curious if anyone can beat that #rare pair #fic #rare pair in question is Iron Bull/Carver Hawke just ftr #unhinged

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

“why would you write fics for small, unpopular fandoms? you’re not gonna reach that many hits in fandoms not many people know about” ?? because I’m not writing fics for hits or kudos, I’m writing them for me because these characters are my blorbos and I have so many ideas, so much thoughts about them that my brain might explode if I don’t write them out.

#ao3 #archive of our own #writer #writeblr #writing #fanfiction #fic #blorbo #rare pair #fandom #fandom memes #whump #angst #writers #fanfic writing #writing community #writing tropes #writing trope #writing prompts #writing prompt #tropes #trope #whump tropes #whump prompts #writers on ao3 #writing challenge #fluff

[mp100ficrec]

this light is not the conclusion (when you need me) by destituteDenouement

Fic can be read HERE.

Missing Scene, Angst, Reigen-centric, Oneshot, World Domination-Arc. Completed. Rated: G. Word Count: 3942

Pairings: None

Trigger Warnings: Canon-Typical Violence, Broken Bones, Possession

“Reigen Arataka knew little and less about psychic powers and their inner workings, but he was intelligent enough to surmise that the battle taking place in the sky above him was completely fucking insane.

(A ‘missing scene’ oneshot about the events that took place on the ground during Mob’s final battle with Toichiro Suzuki.)”

#Mob Psycho 100 #mp100 fic recs #the light is not the conclusion (when you need me) #destitutedenouement #no pairings #missing scene #angst #reigen arataka #oneshot #world domination-arc #completed #rated: g #word count: 2 to 5k

[catmask]

the 'all marriage is gay as far as im concerned' except its me watching a man and woman character in a show i like and accidentally saying 'theyre so gay' because i literally forget thats not the word for romance because to me all romance is gay

#normally i find the way m/f pairings are written to be really frustrating #not because its like 'i hate straight people' or whatever i literally just want them to actually like each other and communicate #or have an interesting enough dynamic i can stay invested #also i am bisexual and m/f pairings can be nice. but liek they actually have to Be Nice and like eachother or be funny at the very least #txt #scratchpost

[taffybuns]

started watching mlp for the first time i dont know why i havent ,anyway

#my little pony #twilight sparkle #rarity #raritwi #this was for my partner mostly cus he likes the pair im still in s1 LOL #doodles