#(don’t look at my ao3)

[ao3-crack]

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[ao3-shenanigans]

Shout out to all the beginning authors, don’t be afraid to write badly and to write for yourself

we will love you regardless

[frownyalfred]

fellas is it weird to *checks notes* write a fic that focuses on characters tagged in the fic

[ceruleanwind]

So has anyone talked about this yet

[leonstamatis]

there really was something in the water with blaseball. for like two years i was constantly writing, and thinking about writing, and talking to other people about what they were writing, and creating stories that forced me to consider different perspectives and backgrounds and beliefs, and i fuckin loved it. and now i’m just not really writing anymore, and even when i do, it isn’t with that same kind of fervor and certainly not with the same level of dedication or enthusiasm. strangest, longest fugue state i’ve ever been in.

[valewritessss]

Can someone give me well written fluffy Percabeth fics I feel like I’ve read the majority of them already and I don’t want to open another tab to add on to the 107 tabs I have.

Edit: THANK YOU SO MUCH TO THOSE WHO GAVE ME RECS PEOPLE NEVER ACTUALLY ANSWER

[myokk]

Eloise is really, really bad at chess😐

(this is a scene from my fic & I typed it up here:)

"Milady, you cannot send him there! He will surely die a terrible death, and Murdoch is our finest knight!"

Eloise blinked her bleary eyes at the wizarding chess board, not really comprehending what the tiny pieces were yelling at her. The one that seemed to be doing the most talking was gesticulating wildly and jumping up and down, trying to get her attention. When she had taken the pieces out of the box Sebastian had lent her, they had immediately recognized her and started protesting, appealing to 'their benevolent lord's innate sense of goodness', but their protests fell on deaf ears. Eloise was positive that Sebastian took some sort of perverse pleasure at watching her lose at chess.

In the background, she could hear Ominis's laughter echoing through the Undercroft. His own pieces were quite happy at the moment, preening and occasionally sending rude gestures towards Eloise's, much to Sebastian's amusement. He was narrating their every action to Ominis, whose laughter was egging on his soldiers even more.

"Eloise," Sebastian said, propping his chin up by one hand (entirely too amused, infuriatingly so, why did he have to look so handsome when she was trying to be annoyed at him?), "maybe you should move the knight..." his other hand pointed to an empty space on the board, "...here."

This declaration caused an uproar. There were shouts of betrayal, tiny pieces gesticulating wildly to the carnage surrounding the board as they shouted in vain. She didn't see any other viable moves, so Eloise sighed and ordered the brave little Murdoch to where Sebastian had suggested. Chaos immediately ensued and Ominis's queen gleefully knocked his head off with a violent swing of her scepter. Eloise's pawns all doubled over, sobbing as their most valient knight fell, and her remaining bishop shook his tiny fist in outrage up at her.

After a few more minutes, much to Eloise's ashamed relief and the boys' disappointment, her pieces refused to move for either her or Sebastian. They solemnly collected the remains of their fallen comrades with as much dignity as they could muster and marched off the board and back into their box in a mourning parade of sorts.

Sebastian joined Ominis's pieces as they jeered the losing team off the board, causing Eloise to glare fiercely at him. "You were the one telling me what to do, and they're your pieces! Show some loyalty."

He shrunk away from the intensity of her gaze and held up his hands in protest. "I was suggesting the moves as a joke! After last week's fiasco, I didn't think you'd fall for it again."

Ominis was laughing so hard he was gasping for breath, and the two of them turned to watch him. Even through her irritation, Eloise couldn't help but smile at him - he was always so solemn and these bouts of mirth were few and far between. He managed to speak between bouts of laughter. "I...I couldn't...I couldn't believe it when you sent your bishops one by one into my trap! It was so obvious! And then...and then you..." Ominis dissolved into fits of laughter again and couldn't finish.

Eloise turned her angry glare to him. "We can't all be chess geniuses!"

"I've tried teaching you and you don't listen! For the next time, I'm only going to give you one piece of advice: don't listen to Sebastian." He chuckled once more to himself and then turned slightly to the board, addressing his men (and queen) and giving them a debriefing. He always did this after he won the matches; it was a strange sort of ritual that he seemed to look forward to.

[del-stars]

”when’s the next big fic coming out” “which popular fic should i read next” get on your hands and knees and scour the tag like the rest of us.

[cassandracain52]

Ao3 tags you will never catch my ass reading (Batman edition)

Abusive parent Bruce Wayne/Bad parent Bruce Wayne: I’m not saying you’re wrong per say, but the cannon does him dirty enough I ain’t reading it in fics

Barbara Gordon/Jason Todd: This is not technically incest but it does give me the ick as if it were

Slade Wilson is Dick Grayson’s parent: No. In the words of Dick Grayson himself, he already has a father. Slade also always gives me big predator vibes and I don’t like it

Talia Al Ghul/Jason Todd: Even the original writer that did this wretched storyline said it was a mistake. Let it die

Bad Sibling Dick Grayson: Blatant slander on my boys name. I will not be taking arguments

Talia Al Ghul is Jason Todd’s parent: I don’t feel as strongly about this one I personally just don’t like it. It feels OOC for her

Barbara Gordon/Bruce Wayne: It’s giving grooming. Tim Drake and Stephanie Brown are siblings: They made out and dated for years, I just can’t Dead Alfred Pennyworth: Feels unrealistic, we all know he’s immortal

One-sided Tim Drake/Ras Al Ghul: I would like to return to ten minutes ago when I didn’t know this was a tag

Dick Grayson is Ric Grayson: Never again

Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug and Damian Wayne Are Siblings: Ladybug??? Who are you? Why are you here??

[exttremis]

babe, what's wrong? you've barely touched your ao3 cupcakes

[strawberrycheeks-and-glasses]

Is it that obvious?

Rated E 18+ | MDNI

Tsukishima x Kuroo x f!reader

Movie night with your boyfriend Kuroo and roommate Tsukishima takes a turn when Kuroo notices something.

Sitting in between your boyfriend, Kuroo and your roommate Tsukki, you feel Kuroo’s lips press softly to your neck, humming into your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. But Tsukki is right next to you, and you’re pretty sure he can hear and see what Kuroo is doing.

“Tetsu, love, maybe not right now?” You whisper into his hair as he licks at your clavicle.

“Why not?” He whispers back.

The way you say his name urges him on. His hands petting your thighs, unashamedly feeling you up in front of your roommate.

“Because Tsukki is right here,” you say through your teeth, trying to push him off of you.

“He can join if he wants,” Kuroo nibbles at your ear, eyeing Tsukishima who is desperately trying to hide both his blushing face and sudden hard on. “Looks like he likes it,” he muses.

Sneaking a glance over at Tsukki, you can see how uncomfortable he is. The red tint to his cheeks and his eyes, wide, as he stares straight ahead at the movie no one is watching now.

Slowly, Kuroo’s hand leaves your thigh to snake around and squeeze Tsukishima’s, eliciting a small whimper out of the blond.

“Come over here, Glasses,” Kuroo coos, taking Tsukishima’s hand and placing it on your leg. “That okay, pretty?” He asks you sweetly, feeling your pulse quickening as he sucks at your neck.

Your mind is muddled, mixed with different emotions and feelings. Desire, need, confusion, embarrassment. Kuroo’s lips feel so good on you, and Tsukishima’s warm, long fingers on your thigh send a wave of pleasure between your legs as he squeezes your plush flesh.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Tsukishima staring at you, the roommate you’ve buried your true feelings for for years, waiting for your answer to Kuroo’s question, longing for you to say yes.

“Y-Yes,” you moan, reaching for Tsukki to pull him into you, desire and need taking over your body.

Running your fingers through his hair, you press his face into the other side of your neck. Both men latching on to you, licking and sucking at your skin has your pussy pulsing at the reality you’re in.

Exhaling a shaky breath, you feel Tsukki’s hands run up your thigh, exploring your body as he hums against your neck. While Kuroo’s tongue drags up your jaw and licks into your mouth, swallowing down your quiet gasp.

“Hey, Glasses,” Kuroo whispers, gently cupping his hand under Tsukishima’s chin and turning his face to look at him. “Kiss her,” he instructs.

Tsukki’s wide eyes meet yours as Kuroo turns Tsukki’s face to look at you. Releasing his grip, Kuroo leans back, letting the two of you have a moment with each other while he watches on.

Breathing heavily into the space between your bodies, your eyes dance around each others faces, not believing this is actually happening, but both wanting this for so long that you take the opportunity to finally give into your suppressed feelings.

Lightly cupping your jaw, he leans in slowly, his sweet honey eyes fixed on your lips as he inches closer, softly pressing his lips to yours.

Your eyes flutter closed, at the chaste kiss. Feeling the warmth of his hand on your face and the plush of his lips, you melt into him. Slowly wrapping your arms around him, pulling him into you.

“Like you mean it, Glasses,” Kuroo quietly encourages Tsukishima.

Swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, you let him in. Letting him lick inside your mouth and tangle his tongue with yours in a deep, passionate, I’ve been wanting to do this for years, long kiss.

It’s electric. He’s body on yours, your hands in his hair, everything you’ve wanted is in this one kiss and you don’t want it to end. Stars dance behind your lids as he presses you into the cushions. His tongue dancing inside your mouth, his lips sucking at yours, he tastes like the sweet candy he was eating during the movie. And you can’t get enough.

Moaning into Tsukki’s mouth you feel Kuroo kiss your bare shoulder. Sending a shiver down your spine as his hand gently gropes your breast. As long as you have been waiting to kiss Tsukki, Kuroo’s lips on your skin bring you back to the present. Reminding you of his presence, and that he is your boyfriend, he grabs your chin and directs your lips to his. His familiar lips and taste all swirling around you, kissing your open mouth as Tsukishima watches.

“Don’t forget about me, pretty,” he whispers into your mouth.

His hand leaves your chest and slides up Tsukishima’s arm, tangling his fingers in his short blond locks.

“And you,” he breathes. “Save some for me,” he smirks, pulling Tsukishima towards him and licking into his mouth.

Tsukishima stiffens, his eyes wide as Kuroo’s lips take his, shocked at the attack he’s made on him. But then, his body relaxes as you kiss his long neck. Pressing your lips to his skin his eyes flutter closed and he moves his lips against Kuroo’s, letting your boyfriend into his mouth.

Pulling back, you look on as the two men you’ve fallen in love with make out in front of you. It’s so hot and the warmth between your legs heats up as you drag your hands down their chests, palming both of their erections over the fabric of their pants. Panting as they pull apart, their eyes narrow in on you, moaning at your touch.

“Fuck, pretty, you’re gonna make me cum right here,” Kuroo groans, pressing his forehead to yours as you rub him.

Looking over at Tsukki through the strands of your hair you see him biting his lip. His eyes, closed, his cheeks, flushed. He’s beautiful.

“Come on,” Kuroo grabs your hand and pulls you off the couch. “You too,” he nods to Tsukishima.

Read the rest on ao3

[sourscratched]

the hand that feeds

[darlingsart]

I LOVE your patrochilles family. If you're up for it, would you draw Achilles and his bump?

Aw, I’m glad you like my patchilles family, they mean so much to me so thank you!! 🥹❤️

Here you go!

+ A Modern AU shitpost bc I didn’t know which AU you’d want to see ^^

[fumifooms]

I think you made me start shipping Marchil

Your posts got me thinking about their dynamic then I wrote a fic that was supposed to be platonic but midway through I realized it could actually be interpreted as romantic too and now I'm just sad about how little time they'll have together

First of all, you have a lovely icon, second, I’m so honored… I finally read Not a bad way to go and it was soo so good like. My god!!! Pre-canon is underused and you did so many interesting things with it.

It sounded like a cruel joke, that the one who needed her concern the most was also the one least interested in it.

^^^ go read it go read it

Chilchuck was drunk enough that he needed to hold onto the walls not to fall, but apparently still sober enough to remember emotional vulnerability was his worst enemy, as he made sure to avert her eyes and said: “Namari made me come talk to you ” to make it clear he wasn't being nice voluntarily.

Yeah.

“Of course I'm scared of dying.” He scoffed. Did she really think so little of him? “But if I could choose, I would want to die doing something I love, like drinking. Or maybe fucking,”

Maybe you wish you didn’t know but my new favorite HC because of this is that Chil dies yes prematurely not of liver failure though but during coitus. Especially if marchil, the thought of him busting a nut and his heart giving out makes me laugh so hard. My god. Lmao. Oh god. Lmfao. Worst day of her life

Marcille knew Chilchuck wasn't a kid, but she often struggled to take him seriously as an adult because he was just so adorable and small. In this moment, however, she saw them exactly for what they were, even if it was just a glimpse. A sheltered, naive little girl trying to tell a tired, much more experienced man how to live the rest of his life.

Standing ovation

She tried to find an explanation to give him, but she couldn't even find one for herself. Why would she miss him? He was just Chilchuck, her coworker, Chilchuck who was cold, aloof, sometimes crass, evasive, and even outright mean. He who was level headed, reliable, trustworthy, perceptive and clever. He who had the least time left, even in a best case scenario. “I guess that despite your best efforts, there's still a lot to like about you.”

This fic goes so hard, standing ovation pt 2

“I just think it's better if we don't get too close. Don't you agree?” “I… maybe” she said, uncertain as he didn't know how to feel about that. Caring about people would only hurt her in the wrong run, she knew that, but unfortunately she couldn't help it.

I looove how they can be read to be similar on this aspect. My hand clenching around my phone as I rear up to rant about Marcille and the way she does keep people at an arm’s length subconsciously again my god my goood. Obsessed with this obsessed with this, underused for marchil. Terrified of loss through death vs rejection duo I love youuu

Brilliant ending I’m in shambles. I’m not gonna spoil it

You get marchil so much you truly do. The way they mesh, the way their views on mortality clash and both soothe & bruise… He doesn’t have much time left even in best case scenario (which Mr I won’t eat well I’ll drink and smoke a lot I’ll stress all day every day is determined to not make happen) which makes it all the more meaningful for Marcille’s arc when she learns from him to finally enjoy the present moments… It’ll only be a fraction of her life, but to him he’s giving her the rest of his life. What are some decades of love worth? Worth it, surely, if nothing else

[dragonnnfly]

Httyd + AO3

[ongreenergrasses]

🔥 🔥 gimme your annie AND your finnick thoughts, whether it’s them together or apart idc

mmm. well.

i simply think that people don’t understand trauma and don’t care to learn about it. I think that’s what all of this boils down to. i think that Annie, although she canonically exhibits symptoms of psychosis, is probably highly functional when she’s at home in her space and able to keep to a routine and a life that makes sense for her. even if she is also experiencing psychosis then. I think she is first and foremost a survivor, and that means that she has created a life for herself where she can do more than survive from day to day, but actually thrive, because basic survival comes naturally to her.

i think that Finnick matured very quickly and is also very capable, and the reason that he completely loses it when Annie is gone is yes, because he loves her, but also because he’s gotten attached to her to an unhealthy level and losing her is also losing his own safety and sense of self. he’s deeply traumatized and she’s become his safe person. he is absolutely obsessive about her safety and that has most likely led to massive issues in their relationship because Annie almost certainly doesn’t want him to go to the lengths that he does to protect her. to some extent, him being that overprotective is him also protecting himself, because he’s poured so much of himself into her that keeping Annie safe is also keeping himself emotionally and psychologically safe. because the physical safety element is a wash.

also we all know I love their relationship and I think it’s very sweet but friends. it is not healthy

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