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#sorry for unhelpfulness but it's been a loooong time
duskkodesh · 2 years
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Hi! I was wondering if you could recommend me some good Morbius fanfics, no matter the platform
Err fanfic? I wouldn't know much about fanfic... *Coughs* No really I wrote something a loooong time ago to fill holes between some of the canon comics and it's still out there but god, it is bad. I was young... it was still bad. I've tried to sample some stuff along the years (Liked LetaDarnell's fic they were working on but it's been a while since an update.) but there's so little out there that really involves him and doesn't just have him playing bad guy in a parade of Spider-Man villains. You'd be better off asking me what to avoid because... hoo boy, that's a bigger list. What I ended up doing was just every three months or so I check the tag at AO3 and sample a paragraph or two of things. I know that sounds so unhelpful and I'm sorry.
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would you share a little more about your new moon rewrites
heya, nonny, sorry i didn't see this yesterday. i'm always happy to ramble about my projects, though, even if most of them exist in my mind exclusively.
new moon but bella is hallucinating a completely unhelpful, dorito-crunching paul instead of edward.
i mean, if you take this crack and treat it seriously, there are a lot of cool directions you could go? if she starts hallucinating him before they even meet, how is that possible? imagine her freezing like a rabbit when she actually sees this random, irritating ghost guy for real in front of her for the first time... so fun. could be wolfy magic? or they could start as a guilt response about the slap! or their meeting could go a completely different way and she just hallucinates him because he's that bitch, living rent free in her mind forever.
i'm absolutely never gonna be able to write this concept out for real, so anyone is free to take this idea off of my hands!!
actually, i'm putting the rest below the cut, for everyone's sanity, lol.
new moon but edward died fighting victoria and james at the end of twilight and she has to go on without him.
what if the cullens actually had to be a support system for a grieving bella, rather than bouncing and leaving her to her own shit? idk, i don't care much about the cullens generally, but the idea of having two found families to rely on... of the wolves and cullens making some sort of peace without edward's bullshit antagonism and jacob's need to compete... it appealed to me.
this one only has a few hundred words in the doc and will probably never go anywhere, but i'll share some of them anyway, for funsies:
I took a deep breath, let it out. Warm breath mixing with steam, blending muddily in the air. However much I wanted to blame myself for the danger everyone was in, I couldn’t. It all led back to James. To the sort of malevolence that made hunting me an obsession.
I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off in a daze, hands moving mechanically, mind somewhere else. Somewhere in the forest, where I could only hope the people I loved weren’t being ripped to shreds—
There was a crash.
“Oh my god.”
Even through the door, Alice’s muffled voice rang with unmistakable horror. There was a pained kind of beauty in it, the kind that made my blood freeze in my veins. And it made me heedless, sending me careening through the bathroom door wrapped in my fluffy, white hotel towel. My pulse pounded so loud in my ears, I was surprised I could even hear her next words:
“He’s… he’s gone.”
new moon but bella's a witch.
probably my favorite concept, and the only one i might actually finish. it was inspired by this line in new moon:
Jacob, the only human I’d ever been able to relate to....
And he wasn’t even human.
I fought the urge to scream again.
What did this say about me?
there's something very appealing to me about making bella slightly supernatural. that sense she has of not quite belonging in the human world isn't because she was born to be a vampire (dumb! stupid!!!! nobody is born to die!!!!), but because she's been living with this power turned off, essentially. living with only half of her potential. so, this is bella finally getting some fucking autonomy in her life, featuring non-toxic imprinting, good guy jacob black, a new backstory for emily (who is pretty justifiably loathed by the fandom, but deserves some development), bella and leah friendship hours, werewolves at appropriate ages, witches teaming up, absolutely no fucking cullens, and just generally everything i like in a fic.
i've currently got about 50k words in the doc and a loooong way to go before this fic sees the light of day, so here's a little sample:
I had this strange feeling, as Emily ushered me back the way I’d come—down the porch steps and around the house—that when I’d set foot outside of the Blacks’ today, I’d entered an entirely different world than the one that belonged to me. It was a world where, apparently, someone could refer to me as a witch and get a completely straight-faced response from the majority of the observers.
“Wicked,” Embry said, an impish smile spreading over his lips, at almost the same time that Paul cried, “I fucking knew it!” Their voices followed me as I was towed across the yard.
It seemed that I was the only one responding appropriately. “I can’t be a witch,” I said matter-of-factly. “I’m pretty sure I’d know.”
Funnily, my first line of argument wasn’t, “witches don’t exist.”
finally, my most self-indulgent concept yet...
new moon but paul imprints on bella and they are both soooooo mad about it.
the girls are fighting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
"Paul," Sam said, "I don't—"
I spoke over him, rising up on my toes. "Oh, you want to talk about loyalty? Why do you think I'm here—to go nine rounds with an overgrown Alpha male who thinks he can scare me?" His growl rattled through my chest, electrifying my whole body. "I'm here for Jacob. I would never abandon him, not even if the Cullens came back."
I was momentarily shocked at my ability to say their name aloud. I was even more surprised to feel the truth of my own words, bone deep and unshakeable. But my mouth was already moving, always ahead of my mind: "I would certainly never try to separate him from the people who care about him—"
"What do you think you're doing right now?" he challenged, head lowering closer to mine. I could see the golden speckles of something inhuman, something too-bright, in his irises. We were that close. All around me, the air smelled like crushed pine needles and scorched earth, confusing my senses.
"Paul, Bella—"
"We came here to help him," he went on, "but you're too clueless and self-obsessed to imagine him needing more than just you and your manipulative bullshit.”
enemies to lovers 50k START
i am obsessed with this and obsessed with them, thank you and goodnight
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