#ficblogging

[falloutcoys]

i love you fanfic authors who write in the source material's style, i love you fanfic authors who write in their own voice, i love you fic authors who experiment with structure, i love you fic authors who write one format, i love you fic authors who perfect one genre or trope, i love you fic authors who keep trying new ones

[unpretty]

Starting to feel like the most unbearably insufferable thing about John Constantine is he's a good detective. He's a wizard who smokes in other people's houses, he's the most annoying man you've ever been attracted to, and he's unfortunately genuinely competent

he's got a lot of columbo trickster energy

but columbo has enough befuddled grandpa energy to temper it and gaslight you into thinking he's maybe being annoying by accident

constantine is being annoying on purpose and everyone knows it

[captainkirkk]

When I started writing 'lessons in tea making', I set out to make it a longfic that following ATLA Book 2 and 3 in its entirety but now its been almost 5 years and I'm realising that I'm probably never going to get around to finishing this monster of a wip

HOWEVER, I do have around 15k of chapter 2 collecting dust in my google drive so.... what's everyone's opinion on authors uploading (signposted) unfinished chapters....

[magicalgirlmascot]

*looking at myself in the bathroom mirror while gripping the sink* I will not make Lewa say kittypet as treespeak

[sword-and-stars]

Yall aren’t even prepared for my Fandom Trumps Hate fics, because one of them is a very slutty variety of zukoda and the other is the next part of the superhero AU. Everyone say “thank you, bidders” lol

[lawful-evil-novelist]

Jon have you met yourself?

[grandmasterswife]

Cramps and Comfort

->Summary: reader woke up with period cramps and her boyfriend, Rafe is there to comfort her.

->Warnings/Tags: mentions of blood obviously, not canon Rafe at all, idiotic boyfriend but in an endearing way, fluff.

->A/n: not proofread, I wrote this within an hour this morning, probably not the best work. it’s short and sweet >:)

You felt a rush of pain in your lower abdomen upon opening your eyes. Your legs instinctively lifted as you twisted your upper body, trying to find a position for relief.

You would have kept trying had your boyfriend not been blissfully unaware, sleeping beside you. His chest rose and fell at a slow pace, so even though you wanted to be in his arms, you decided to let him sleep. You got up quietly and slowly, with every step to the bathroom you nearly winced in pain.

After sitting down on the toilet, you looked down and saw streaks of blood between your thighs, and blood-soaked panties. “Damnit.” You brought your elbows up, setting them on your thighs so you could rest your head in your hands.

You heard steps coming towards the bathroom door followed by a light knock.

“If you need to pee, you’re gonna have to wait.” Your voice came out low and gravelly. There was no part of you worried about him coming in, he’d seen this many times before now and he never made it a big deal.

The door opened, “Why? Are you taking a shit?”

“No, Rafe. M’not taking a shit. I started my period.”

His joking banter ended with that sentence, an understanding tone took over. “Do you need anything?”

Still with your head down in your hands, you reply “Yeah, can you plug in my heating pad? I’m gonna take a quick shower.”

You can hear foot steps walk away so you get up and flush, walking to the sink to rinse the blood off of your panties. You open the door to your closet, grabbing a new pair along with an oversized shirt before turning on the shower and getting in.

You twist the nob to the hottest setting your body will allow, and after washing your body, you let the water run over your lower back. Rafe re-emerges and peaks his head into the shower curtain, “You doing okay?”

You give him a look instead of replying.

“C’mere.” He reaches his arms out and places a hand on your waist, using his free hand to caress you while you continue standing underneath the water.

“You’re gonna get all wet. And the floor.” As good as it felt, you were concerned about his clothes and the water that was now splashing outside of the tub.

“I’ll clean it, baby.”

You closed your eyes and sank into his gentle touch. His fingers brushed against your skin, lovingly moving up your back and back down again. After two years of being together, he had picked up on a lot. The first time he was in your presence while it was this bad, he had asked you what felt like a million questions.

“Are you hungry?”

“Do you want to be alone?”

“Am I talking too much?”

“What’s the difference between these pads? Which one did you say you wanted?”

By now, he knew what kind of mood you were in, what you needed and how to proceed. You never asked him to, but he loved you and it was a way he knew how to show that.

It wasn’t long before your uterus decided you’ve been standing for long enough, causing a groan to escape your lips. “Can you hand me my towel?” You turn off the water.

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go grab a rag to clean the water up.”

You nodded your head, grabbed a pad and put it into place, sliding your panties on. After putting on your shirt, you slowly made your way to the bed and laid stomach down on the heating pad. You heard Rafe enter the bathroom, coming out only a minute later. The bed sunk further in as he got on, inching closer to you and you turn your head so you can look at him.

He takes his hand, rubbing your lower back again, this time going even further down to your ass. He lightly squeezed it before going back up. If you weren’t in pain, it would have turned you on. But you were just comforted by his touch.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” You joke.

“Could never resist an ass grab. It felt good though, huh?” He smirks at you and you return a smile.

“Come closer, I wanna lay on you.” You remove the heating pad from underneath you, laying it on your back. After your boyfriend turned from his side onto his back and opened his arms, you crawled towards him, hiking a leg up to wrap around him and laying your head on his chest.

His arms tighten around you, holding the much needed heating device in place. “You’re so warm, it’s like I have a portable heater for a girlfriend.”

You let out a laugh and feel a kiss being planted on your head. Your pain had subsided and you felt yourself dozing off from feeling an occasional cold thumb stroking your skin.

[siren-darkocean]

I am reminded I had a somewhat Pirate AU of MediEvil aka Dan trying to warn King Perigon of Zarok's necromancy but due to Perigon's niavtivity and Zarok's meddling he didn't believe him and banishes him to the life of pirates and a century later Dan is back (skeletal ofc with the help of magic relics he and his crew collected over the century) to fight Zarok with his loyalty to Gallowmere unwavered

Fuuuuuuuck I wanna rewrite that fic now God damnit

[sharkneto]

was backreading old asks and im curious if theres any early thoughts regarding SM v. number, knowing what we know now with chapter 9 now being out: is there anything in the update thats causing you to have to rework things? you mentioned number still fails to stop the apocalypse incident in his timeline - do you think his reset would go smoother than in SM? feels like theres more to account for now, with henderson being completely gone but the commission being invoked in SM for the first time

Number vs his apocalypse week! I'm happy to talk about that one, generically :)

The thing with Number is he's completely independent from the events of SM at that point. He's on a whole different path than that Five, thanks to JT but mostly because of the events of HIT. The new SM chapter has given me ideas to play with more than things I need to rework. Almost all the reworking I've had to do on the bit I've worked with that fic, to be honest, was 1) the realization that no one in HIT fucking told Number that Reggie kills himself and 2) how close he's kept the apocalypse to his chest. So he's pretty sure he's already taken care of the apocalypse with having helped Viktor figure out his powers in a safe, supported environment, but then Reggie still fucking dies at the same time. And, maybe that's just Reggie's time, but Reggie has also still set up the little mystery to get the Umbrellas to work together to stop the apocalypse (...that Number already stopped. Probably. Totally.). So he's got to chase that down to make sure, but he also still hasn't told his siblings about the apocalypse (why worry the siblings over something he's stopped, why put that in Viktor's head), so he's also dealing with it in true Five fashion - inefficiently and suspiciously secretive. So some similar vibes to SM apocalypse weeks, there. I'll put a WIP snip at the bottom for this vibe because I think it's fun.

I've got general beats in mind, have a plotpoint I adore that causes Number so many goddam problems that I don't remember if I've talked about on here or not so I'll keep it vague in case I haven't. I haven't settled on if Number stops his apocalypse or not on the first try, but it for sure is not the easy skate he was expecting it to be (and it really should have been). The world wants to end on April 1st, and life (death?), uh, finds a way. Fives must always have a terrible time during the week leading up to April 1, 2019.

If Number has to do a reset, it will come with its own problems, but it will absolutely be smoother than SM Five's. Number just has so much more information to work with the first time around, and he has a real handle on time travel. There is also no Commission to interrupt him in any way, thanks to their deal with Five at the end of HIT. That said, having fewer unknowns doesn't mean he's going to juggle the pieces correctly. He's still a Five and they are still the Umbrellas.

Anyway, WIP Snip -

Allison pauses in the doorway on her way through to the entry, not expecting Viktor to be in the living room. He's standing by the bookcases and hasn't noticed her yet, his attention on a book in his hands. She’s just about to announce herself when Five appears by the bar with a whumpf.

His gaze passes over her, and he just barely nods an acknowledgement to her before his focus lands on their brother. Viktor turned at his entrance, his back now to Allison. “Hey, Five,” he says.

“Viktor.” A beat passes as Five’s gaze flicks to the book in his hands. It jumps back to Viktor’s face, and then his expression does… something. Softens, maybe. Allison can feel her eyebrows rising as she thinks she categorizes it – is Five trying to show sympathy? Empathy? What is that? It really makes him look a little constipated. Still ignoring her, he asks Viktor, “Are you doing alright?”

Viktor shifts a little. “Yeah, Five. I’m still good. Just like when you asked me before. And the time before that. And the one before that.”

It’s another excruciating pause as Five considers that answer. Then he jerks a nod and the weird expression slips away and he’s back to haughty and judgmental. “Good.” He turns to the bar and reaches over to snag a small bottle of something clear.

Viktor takes a half step forward. “Five—” He’s cut off as Five disappears in flash. He sighs. “He’s so weird,” he says, loud enough for Allison to clearly hear it. Then he glances over his shoulder at her, mouth quirked up in a conspiratorial little grin.

Allison blinks at being acknowledged and pulls a smile on as fast as she can. She hasn’t talked to Viktor one-on-one in over decade, since he was still Vanya. She’s got a general idea of the things she needs to talk to him about, but hadn’t been expecting this to be the moment she ran into him. “Yeah, I don’t know why I thought he’d get more normal with age.”

Viktor snorts a little laugh and turns to fully face her. “No, that ship really sailed once he figured out the time traveling.” He softens a little and adds, “He means well, though. Usually.”

“Yeah,” she agrees, although she’s not sure if she does or not. She commits and steps into the room. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneak up on you, I didn’t think anyone was down here.”

“You didn’t. I heard you coming down the hall. I wasn’t sure if you were going to stop in, though.”

Right. Viktor has crazy sound and hearing powers. Not the useless little Seven they grew up with.

Allison immediately chastises herself for the thought. Viktor was never useless; he was just different (she kicks herself again – that’s not really any better).

The silence has stretched just long enough to be awkward. Viktor shifts his weight again, adjusting his grip on the book in his hand. Allison can just see the cover enough to recognize it – Extra Ordinary. She swallows her spike of venom back down.

Casting about for something – anything – to talk about, to push them past whatever this is, her mind replays the weird little interaction she just witnessed. “I thought he quit drinking?”

Viktor shrugs. “He did. For a while.”

Allison nods.

It hangs between them.

“I don’t think it’s as bad as it was back…” he trails off, fingers tightening again over Extra Ordinary.

“Sure,” she rushes to add. She doesn’t actually want to talk about their brother’s drinking problem. “And, I mean, it’s a funeral, so… people drink.” She’s already had a couple, more than she probably should have had; she’s actively trying to better herself for the courts and Claire. There’s no one here, but it’s still not a good look to get drunk at her father’s funeral. “How are you doing with it all?”

His mouth lifts up again in a small smile. “Like I just told Five, I’m fine.”

She forces a quick, humorless laugh. It sounds as stilted as it felt. “Yeah, good point.” She thinks again to the brief, odd interaction. “How many times has he asked you?”

“That was like the fourth in the past two hours.”

“What is that about?” It’s distinctly anti-Five, and him being actively involved and worried about other’s emotions was not the development she expected to come out of the past decade. Even being aware of other’s emotions would be a big step.

“No idea.” His expression falls as he gives it a second of thought. “I don’t know. Maybe he thinks it’s harder on me because Dad drugged me.”

Allison blinks at the blunt referral to the power-suppressing drugs she only learned about a couple hours ago. Something odd flashes over Viktor’s face, too, as he says it, and his gaze gets sharper on her, almost searching. Unsure what that means, she hesitantly asks, “Is it?”

The look passes. She almost wonders if she imagined it. Viktor shakes his head. “No. I don’t think so, anyway. He sucked but it’s weird that he’s… gone. It felt like he’d be around forever. But… I gave up on any answers or closure with him a long time ago.” He punctuates the point with an exaggerated shrug.

Allison nods. Her own feelings on Dad’s death are complicated. Probably yet another thing she’ll have to untangle with her therapist. For now, she’s happy to leave them knotted and neutral. “Yeah, I know what you mean.”

Silence lapses between them again, almost comfortable. Her mind flits over categorizing who has it hardest over Dad’s death. She immediately discards herself – she’d had a strained but surface-level positive relationship with their father, if the training and abuse were excluded from consideration. Viktor took himself out of the running. Diego is actively throwing as much of a party as he can get away with. Klaus… is Klaus.

She pauses to consider Ben. Dad broke Ben. There are less blunt, probably more correct ways to think about that, but it is the truth. She wouldn’t blame him if he joined in Diego’s celebration attempts, but he’s been nothing but his usual quiet voice of reason as his fiancé flitted around behind his chair. So not Ben.

It's Luther, probably. He lived with Dad the longest, had still been working for him up until his death, had talked to him only last week. He’s trying to turn Dad’s very normal heart attack into a conspiracy, give it more meaning than it has. And it’s certainly not Five—

Five who hadn’t disagreed with Luther’s insistence that Dad’s death wasn’t natural. Five, who argued with Dad every single chance he got, pushed as many boundaries as he could, who pushed himself to the brink in training sessions and – it seems – even now in his career in academia.

Who has asked Viktor four times if he’s doing alright.

She furrows her brow as that conclusion settles. That feels much more like Five than an angle of empathy and altruism. Glancing up, she meets Viktor’s eyes. His brow is similarly furrowed. He just barely tilts his head, confirming that they’ve been thinking on the same trajectory.

“Do you think Five…?” Viktor starts.

“…is projecting?” she finishes.

That sits between them.

Viktor forces a scoff. “No. No way.” As Allison raises an eyebrow, he insists, “He hated Dad.”

“Yeah. They had a weird relationship.”

“All they did was fight. When we got the news he died, he called me to ask if I wanted to grab a celebratory drink when he got into town for the funeral.”

But he still came to the funeral. “Exactly.”

They process it all for another long second. Viktor slumps slightly. “Ugh, there’s no way I could get him to talk about this.”

Allison shakes her head in agreement. There’s not a therapist alive that could get Five to process his probably very messy, very complicated, very fucked up feelings about their dead father. In some small part for how similar he ended up to him.

That’s another uncharitable thought she forces to the back of her mind, into the dark recesses with her ones about Viktor.

That’s not what she’s here to talk about, to dwell on.

[audreycritter]

Sometimes the only way to solve the riddle is to give up.

(Or, the trolley problem, with batkids. No one dies.)

[falloutcoys]

do you really love a character if you don't devise scenarios to make them break down sobbing?

[unpretty]

traditional yelling-and-hitting abusive parent bruce wayne is SO boring to me okay. give me a man who is doing his best and his best isn't good enough. the harder he tries the worse it becomes. he wants to do right by them. he is constitutionally incapable of doing right by himself. he cannot begin to comprehend what it does to a person to see a person they care for, who has cared for them, destroy himself. you are the child and you thought he was the adult but he's never been the adult. he locked himself in stasis so he could hold his trauma forever and he'll never accept that he's allowed to let it go. he's hurting himself and he's always been hurting himself and you can never let on that it hurts you because he won't stop, he'll just put more distance between you, enough that he thinks you won't notice anymore. you thought he was going to save you but he was drowning before you even got here. you love him and you hate him for making you love him and for making you watch him stagger under the weight of all his masks. but as long as there's a crisis, as long as there's someone else to save, it's fine. it can be fine. you can save someone, somewhere. you can do it together and it can feel like helping. you have all these feelings and nowhere to put them because you can never tell anyone. because that wouldn't be fair to him. they wouldn't understand. he's doing his best.

[captainkirkk]

I'm cleaning out my old writing notebooks and found a bunch of fic prompts that never went anywhere:

AU where the Avatar always has four soul-mates (one from each element) and there are as many legends/folk tales about them as there are about the Avatar

AU where soulmates don't get their marks until they "come into their own" so Zuko doesn't get the gaang's marks until he confronts Ozai and decides to teach Aang

Aang stuck in a time loop during Sozin's Comet

Din Djarin's ongoing attempt to baby-proof the Razor Crest

5 times Ladybug called Chat Noir's dad a motherfucker (without knowing he was Hawkmouth) + 1 time Paris did it for her

Gotham's POV of Superboy hanging out in Gotham more often now that he's dating Red Robin. He's not one of their Bats but there is a grudging tolerance there. He's their superhero-in-law.

Tim is THIS CLOSE to turning into a villain and Kon... doesn't hate it as much as he should

Midoriya is a popular kid at UA and has no idea. He can't even imagine being popular after years of being bullied. Him? Well liked? Surely you're mistaking him for someone else...

Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua became gods when they transmigrated and they have no idea

Prince Shen Qingqiu with manservant Binghe (who ends up being the lost heir to another kingdom)

Stranger things AU where Steve + the kids get caught in the upside down. Cue platonic cuddling for warmth.

[magicalgirlmascot]

When/if Jaller's team gets into their Mahri arc, are they going to be on the swim team? 😁

HGLDFGHLKJFSLKDG

I'm not gonna lie my immediate reaction was "wait are high school swim teams actually a thing" because in my area they exist as like. non-school stuff like at the sports center or whatever but not at actual schools. I've never been to a high school with a pool but presumably they do exist somewhere

I think when the Mahri stuff hits, honestly they just become even weirder. They were already weird as Toa go with the glowing eyes and the lightning thing but now they have, like, gills? Some of them have scales? Kongu's been trying to grow out his beard and for some reason it's got a weird chitinous texture? Jaller has made friends with a crab? Wait, aren't those invasive here?

Meanwhile Nokama "I Am Coping Just Fine With My Werebeast Past" Metru is losing her fucking mind

[sword-and-stars]

It’s been real, it’s been fun, it’s been real fun.

[llycaons]

it's not the worst thing I've seen in the tag but what are the lwj/nhs crowd even doing...