#Fics/Stories

[cyber-streak-2]

Title: Regretful Choice

Description: Frostwalker never wanted to see its Conjunx leave it... especially like this.

Tw: Death

Frostwalker sat silently in the cell that it and Sirenspark had been thrown into a couple of weeks ago—watching as the three Decepticons left some Energon.

Despite the chains, Sirenspark managed to get close enough to where the cube had been left. He walked over to where his Conjunx Endura sat in the cell.

“Here,” Sirenspark split the cube in half, and held out part of it towards the other Autobot. “This is certainly more than the last few they’ve given us.”

Frostwalker hummed, taking the half from its Conjunx, and began to nibble at it. Sirenspark was right—and it even seemed to taste a little better than what the two had been given previously.

~~~

Frostwalker was silently counting to itself as the two fought against all of the random Decepticons—just how many were there? It counted thirteen, but there was certainly more.

It wasn’t sure what it had been expecting—especially with what had been going on for so long... but the Autobot just wanted a nice moment with its Conjunx.

Frostwalker knew that their anniversary was coming up, and it partially wanted to celebrate a little early—so it had the perfect idea...

...Too bad it didn’t get the chance to take him due to the ambush.

Frostwalker had found itself distracted with two of the many ‘Cons—that is, until it heard a cry—immediately recognizing it as coming from Sirenspark.

“S-Siren?!” It turned away, just in time to see the mech get blasted back by one of the other many Decepticons, landing hard on the ground—he wasn’t getting up yet.

“Siren!” It’s optics widened. Frostwalker’s mind was made up, still ignoring the Decepticons that it had been fighting—it wanted to get to Sirenspark. Maybe they could retreat...

Just as Frostwalker took a step or two, it felt something hit itself rather hard—it didn’t know what it had been—all it knew was that it was losing consciousness now...

~~~

After having finished eating the split Energon, both of them had figured that the day would still be normal—as normal as a day could be when you were prisoner, at least.

And, it was—at least for the next hour or two. Spending time chatting to each-other, wondering about things—such as if anyone would come for the two (“I’m certain someone will, love,” Sirenspark had told it).

There were usually two guards outside of the cell—and they were both pretty nice, the Conjunx’s had discovered. Frostwalker remembered the two patching up a wounded Sirenspark—the two weren’t even medics.

In the middle of a conversation with the guards (the four had found themselves getting onto the topic of potential post-war possibilities), a rather tall, bulky, and red Decepticon approached.

The guards stepped out of his way as he opened up the cell door, and stared at the Conjunx’s. “You two,” He pointed, “Follow me. Now.”

~~~

Despite all of the fighting that had been going on for so long at this point, it wouldn’t hurt to celebrate a special something, Sirenspark figured.

It—the two’s most recent anniversary of becoming Conjunx’s was quickly approaching—and the Autobot already had some ideas on what could be done for it.

It needed to be something special for Frostwalker—it deserved so much, Sirenspark believed.

Speaking of Frostwalker... Sirenspark turned as the door was hurriedly opened, and the outlier was standing there—a decently sized grin on its faceplates.

“Mmm? What is it, love?”

Frostwalker approached, gently grasping one of his servos, and began to walk out of the area. “I have a surprise for you, Siren. I think you’ll like it!~”

“I know I will,” Sirenspark smiled, allowing Frostwalker to lead him.

~~~

Frostwalker had been carelessly tossed to the side after a few harsh punches and blasts—watching as the four Decepticons decided to focus on Sirenspark.

It figured that it could have an easier time dealing with all these Decepticons—saving Sirenspark—if it was able to use its ability. But, it just felt too weak...

“Wait!” The blue Decepticon gasped with a smirk, and moments later, Frostwalker realized that he was staring at it.

Just as Frostwalker was starting to get back up, it was harshly grabbed by the blue Decepticon and the green Decepticon towards the others—placed in front of Sirenspark.

“What... what’s happening...?” Sirenspark’s wings twitched.

The red Decepticon hummed, taking a blaster out from his subspace, and held it out in front of Frostwalker, who just frowned at him.

“Two choices,” The purple Decepticon started, holding up two digits. “One, you get to watch us tear apart... Sirenspark, was it?- and it’ll certainly be slow and painful. Or...”

“Or, you-“ Red pointed at Frostwalker with a digit from the servo that wasn’t currently occupied with the blaster, “-can use this blaster and get rid of your conjunx yourself.”

“W-What?!”

“You heard him.” Purple chuckled.

As Frostwalker tried to find its words, Red moved closer, grabbing onto it tightly—forcing the blaster into the Autobots servos, and pointed it at the other Autobot.

No matter how hard Frostwalker tried, it couldn’t get the blaster out of its grasp.

Frostwalker stared at its Conjunx. Sirenspark stared back. The Decepticons waited.

Frostwalker could feel it’s servos beginning to shake. It... it didn’t want to do something like this! Why would it ever? But... this was the better option out of the two—and it didn’t want him to suffer.

“Frost...”

Servos still shaking, Frostwalker adjusted the blaster—pointing it at where Sirenspark’s spark was located—it wanted to give him a rather quick death.

It had to shut its optics as it felt tears starting to form. “I-... I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, Siren!” Frostwalker blasted three times.

Frostwalker only opened them again after it was over—staring at Sirenspark—who’d been staring at his chassis—Energon pouring out. It had succeeded at shooting his spark.

Sirenspark stared up at its Conjunx, who silently dropped the blaster. “Fr-F... Frost...” The Autobot weakly smiled, “I-I... lov-love... you...”

Sirenspark collapsed onto the ground—Energon pooling around his now quickly graying frame.

Frostwalker collapsed, too, and began to sob—the only other noise in the room being the laughs of the four Decepticons.

[moomoorare]

I love nautical and seaside town horror stories. Tell me more about the fog and water that eats people

[emberfaye]

You know what?

I love you, fics that take months to update. I click on the newest chapter and have no memory of this place and get to go back some chapters and rediscover how much i love everything about this story.

I love you, fics that take years to update. I think of you fondly, and know your names, go search for you and see an update from this year and scream, diving in uncaring of any missed details (i will finish the update and read you in reverse because this is a treat you have bestowed)

I love you, fics that probably will never update again. Thank you for being a roman empire for my mind, thank you for teaching me about the ephemeral fandom experience, for inspiring a thousand million what if-s, for being a comfort read and a nostalgia read and a reread.

I love you fic writers, who jump into projects and stories with enthusiasm. I love you when you succeed in pumping out those chapters and that love doesn't go away when you stop.

I love you fic writers who post and then get in your own head and never feel confident enough to update, whether it's at all or whether it's just that one story.

I love you fic writers, who have a fandom or media hurt you to the point of abandoning or having a hard time with their WIPs.

I love you fic writers, who lose interest or have life changes or illness or bad memory. Thank you for being part of the fandom, a core part of the fandom. Thank you for the time spent in the fandom.

I love you, fic writers who try out something new and then stop. You're so valid.

I love you, WIP fics that may or may not ever get finished. Thank you for brightening my day in the way only you could have.

[codecicle]

Whar does rpf mean 💔💔💔

historians aren't quite sure. Albert Einstein's last words were "rpf is fine" and we've been searching ever since

[gothamite-rambler]

Flashback: Jason Todd when he discovered one of the trainers the Al Ghul's got for him was a child trafficker

*based off a story from the book

Jason (shocked): They… were just children.

His trainer (indifferent): Don't be so dramatic; it was necessary.

Jason (seething with rage): They were just children… and you were trafficking them.

His trainer (indignant): I did what was necessary—

Jason (raising his voice, gripping a knife): THEY WERE JUST CHILDREN, AND YOU TRAFFICKED THEM!

-----------------------------------

Jason (finishing the story): And then I murdered him in cold blood. It was fun… I think I felt true euphoria that day. Oh, and I let the kids go.

Bruce (too stunned and upset to speak): …

Dick (whispering, impressed): Resist the urge to clap.

Tim (horrified): Holy crap, did you have to detail it like that?

Jason: It's not a good story if I leave out the important parts. Like the time I recounted how I beat you up and won, I had to include the part where I stabbed your hand.

Tim (exasperated): You didn't have to and you didn’t win that! You cuffed me to a chimney at the last minute and ran off! I forgive you though, but I won that fight!

Jason (coolly): Seems like a win on my side to me. Anyway, Ra's kept assigning me trainers who were pedophiles, murderers, drug dealer; people I wouldn't let a child around. They all kept rationalizing their crimes, and somehow they kept running into my knife, or getting in the path of my gun, or “accidentally” falling off a bridge. That’s all I’ll say about that.

Tim rolled his eyes, relieved that Jason hadn’t explicitly detailed those killings. Damian and Stephanie, however, had the opposite reaction and stood up, applauding.

Cass (with a blank expression): Jason?

Jason (worried): Yes?

Cass (nodding approvingly): I’ll allow it.

Jason (smiling): Thanks!

Duke: Can somebody pass the cranberry sauce? Also, can I go next? I can top Jason's story! Let’s just say I didn’t buy that katana; nah, I earned that!

Bruce sighed, covering his eyes in frustration.

Bruce: This is the weirdest fucking Thanksgiving, but at least it hasn't gotten worse—

Alfred (making it worse): Talia and Ra's are here.

Damian (pleasantly surprised): Oh, they actually showed up!

Bruce slammed his head on the table.

Dick: That means "God… Damn it!"

[reidiot]

don't fucking interrupt me when i'm reading my x reader fics it's rude

[magicicephoenix]

i finally finished reading I see you, Sundrop! by @shirajellyfish and IT'S SO GOOD I CAN'T BELIEVE IT TOOK ME THIS LONG TO FINISH IT RAAAAAAA

i will be gushing about it in the tags but here's a lil animation i made based on the below paragraph in chapter 6 that gave me such a strong mental image that i had to make it real :)

[raynewolferune]

DC x DP Prompt: Bruce is bad at emoting but at least ghosts are empathic (too bad bat kids are not)

Was reading Twincognito on AO3 when I stumbled across this gem again:

~

" “Danny, Tim. I was just…checking in. Is everything alright?” Curse his inability to make meaningful conversation when it wasn’t a life or death situation.

They glanced at each other and shrugged.

Then Danny hauled himself out of the bed and walked over to Bruce.

Bruce tried not to let too much excitement show on his face. "

~

Now I really want to read a story where Bruce adopts Danny post Meta trafficking and is being his usual emotionally constipated self. His kids keep getting mad at him because he's treating their new meta brother who was trafficked poorly (generally being stilted in conversation with him, walking away hurriedly mid-conversation, avoiding Danny when he's feeling really awkward, etc). They think Bruce is discriminating against Danny for being a civilian, meta, dealer's pick, but really it's just Bruce being horribly socially awkward. Danny knows this because of ghost empathy and find the whole thing hilarious. The whole thing comes to a head with the Bat Kids staging an intervention in the Bat Cave.

[wileycap]

AITA for striking my (M43) son (M20) when he rejected me as his father?

I understand that the title might have you thinking the worst, but please hear me out.

I didn't have a relationship with my son for basically all his life. This was due to my circumstances at the time: I went through a major personal tragedy and was severely injured, to the point of being on life support. To this day I have a lot of issues with my health.

I recently reconnected with my son. I immediately invited him to meet my boss (M92), in hopes that I could set him up with a job opportunity. I feel that this is significant. As far as I know, my son has been working in menial jobs in agriculture, but then apparently chose to leave that life and - to my shock - join a criminal syndicate.

I felt as if getting a good government job would be a way to turn over a new leaf in his life, especially given his past. However, he immediately became combative. I attempted to give him some guidance in managing his emotions, but he rejected that as well.

I'm sad to say that the argument became physical. Some blows were exchanged, but in the end, I was angry enough to strike him. I immediately felt very bad, and decided to offer him the government job on the spot. He rejected me again, and chose to leave very abruptly. I haven't had any contact with him since.

So, AITA?

Edit: Yes, I admit that to call it striking him was an understatement. To clarify, I cut off his hand.

Edit: However, I feel like it should be stated that I myself am a quadruple amputee and we have excellent healthcare.

Edit: I did not immediately identify myself as his father when we met. I think this was my mistake. I think he would have been much more receptive of my message had I done so. As it stands I only told him of our relationship after I had struck him.

Edit: My wife is not in the picture. To my knowledge she passed before his birth.

[lgbtlunaverse]

There's a version of the "don't go grocery shopping while hungry" rule specifically for writers where you should never under any circumstances be allowed to touch your draft within 3 hours of reading a really good story. Because sometimes when you read something great your head goes "fuck this is so much better than my stuff I should make that more like THIS instead!" Look at me. That's the devil talking and you should close the document NOW.

[cyber-streak-2]

Title: A Meeting Of Knights

{Description: After Rembrandt and Dirk lose their Taur halves, Rem goes out to search, and stumbles across a friendly group}

{A little gift fic that I decided to make for @soothedcerberus involving Rem}

——

Rembrandt walked through the forest with his new pair of legs, in search for where his taur half could’ve gone—since it immediately took off running after the separation happened.

The case was the same with Dirk’s taur half—and after both ran off to who knows where, the three had decided to split up, in hopes that it would help them find the dragon and horse quicker.

He hoped Dirk and Dael would be alright during their own searches.

~

“WoAH-“ Shizen flew up in time, out of the way of the horse—which seemed to be upset, but the fairy didn’t know what could potentially be wrong. She didn’t even know where it had come from.

While this was certainly an issue, Kishi was just relieved that it was simply a horse that would need to be dealt with, and nothing of the norm—like fairy hunters.

“Are you-...” Kishi started, looking up at where Shizen had flown up to—but, while doing so, noticed a shaking Ikuto, who was nowhere in the horses range, and was hiding behind a tree.

“Ikuto? What’s the matter?”

“I-... I can’t like horses...” The shaking Android muttered.

“You can’t?” Shizen looked down at them from above, “Don’t you mean that you don’t?”

Ikuto shook their helm. “Di-... Did I ever tell you how my creator was terrified of horses? He programmed me to feel the same...”

~

As Rembrandt continued his walk through the forest, he started to hear what sounded like a horse—was it his taur half? He hoped so.

At the same time, he could hear some voices—a little distant, but still well enough for him to understand what was being said.

“Why... would somebody do that? That’s such a weird-“ The first voice decided to question.

“Don’t ask me, it’s not like I can go meet up with him a-“ The second voice had started to reply.

“Guys, later. Right now, horse!” The third voice told the first and second.

“Hm?” Rembrandt raised an eyebrow.

Curious as to what was going on over there—and in the hopes that the horse mentioned happened to be his taur half, the Knight started to approach where he could hear all of this.

~

Kazoku watched the horse, wondering how it could be dealt with—the young girl didn’t want it to be hurt, and she figured the others felt the same.

An idea popped up in her mind. Maybe it wasn’t exactly the best one—but it certainly was an idea, and she didn’t think it was the worst thing ever.

At first, Kazoku slowly approached the horse—who seemed to be thinking of what to do next—from the side.

Then, when the young girl was close enough, she ran, and jumped—managing to get onto the horse’s back, although there was a bit of a struggle for a second or two.

“Kaz!” Kishi stared with widened eyes.

Kazoku waved the Knight off in a “Don’t worry” motion, before her attention was back on the horse.

“Hey, horsey,” Kazoku gently began to speak to it, “Is something the matter? Maybe we could-“

Kazoku was cut off with a yelp when, suddenly, the horse was beginning to kick around. And when it stopped a moment later, it started running off—with her still on its back.

“Kaz!”

~

Rembrandt figured that he was getting closer—but, rather, it was the other way.

He came to a stop when he noticed a horse—immediately managing to recognize it as his taur half—approaching.

On top of it was a young girl, who was holding on for dear life—not wanting to fall with how fast the taur half happened to be going.

Although, despite her best efforts, she hadn’t held on enough.

Moments later, the horse started to kick around again, before coming to a sudden halt—and that was when she was suddenly flung off its back.

“Oh!” Rembrandt gasped.

He ran forward as she started heading towards the ground—and managed to catch her just in time, causing both to sigh in relief. He had stumbled a little, but managed to stay standing.

He looked down at who he had caught, and noticed how she was now clinging to him—perhaps out of alarm from what happened, but she also seemed pretty comfortable.

“Are... Are you alright?” The Knight gently questioned, earning a nod in response.

While Rembrandt was distracted with the girl, the taur half took this time to run off, yet again, to who knows where.

“That’s good,” Rembrandt smiled in relief. Carefully, he placed her back onto the ground in front of him.

He had taken notice of how his taur half was already gone, but that was alright—he could just continue looking.

“Kaz!” Rembrandt heard one of the previous voices from earlier, and turned to look—noticing another Knight hurriedly approaching, although this one didn’t have a taur half.

Following behind it was a fairy, and someone else was following behind said fairy. At first glance, they could easily be seen as human. But, as they got closer, it was easier to tell that they were an Android.

“Are- are you hurt, Kazoku?” Kishi worriedly asked.

He carefully pulled the young girl close, and it started to try and check her over... until she made a quick little motion for that to stop.

“No, I’m okay,” Kazoku smiled, and pointed towards Rembrandt. “He caught me when I was thrown off.”

Kishi stood back up to their full height, and looked towards the other Knight. “Thank you.”

“It’s not a problem,” Rembrandt hummed.

“What brings you out here?” The Android asked, “This place could be a bit dangerous,” Sure, if you could defend yourself, it could be a little easier—but still. He was glad his home was safe.

“And... and there was also that horse...” Ikuto frowned, shivering.

“Ah... well, you see, that horse is actually the reason I’ve been wandering,” He tells the group, “That horse is my taur half- we... got split.”

“That- that can happen?” Ikuto raised an eyebrow.

“In this situation, yes.” Rembrandt nodded.

Kishi seemed to have already decided on something. “Perhaps us four could help you track down your half and get this fixed?”

Having the help while Dirk and Dael were searching elsewhere would be nice. Rembrandt nodded.

With that, the group started to head off in the direction that the taur half must’ve gone.

“Oh!” Kishi had just realized something—introductions. Names. That had yet to happen.

“My name is Kishi, it’s nice to meet you.” They held out their hand.

“I’m Rembrandt.” The Taur-less-Knight took and shook the others hand.

“This is my daughter Kazoku,” It started to gesture around to everyone, “And these are our friends, Shizen and Ikuto.”

“Soo,” Kazoku hums, looking up at Rembrandt—she definitely wanted to know all of the details, “How did this even happen?”

“Well...” Rembrandt started. It was a big story—although he was sure that they’d all have enough time for it to be shared.

[rubyfunkey]

The Rehabilitation of Death by @bamsara

didnt have time to clean this like i wanted but i needed to get this scene out of my head desperately. im good now

[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Headcanon: Worship

Yandere Forgotten God (tentacle monster) x GN Reader

TW: Tentacles, teratophillia, gore, dubcon, and yandere themes

He was an ancient chaos god, one that was once revered amongst humans a millennium ago. But over time he had been forgotten when his fishing village had become a city. Now he was nothing more than a tall tale. A god with no name. He no longer had a humanoid form but was now a blob of black tentacles. It was shameful how far he had fallen from grace from his own pride. He should have made sure he was never forgotten.

The god shouldn’t have been so cocky to believe that monk couldn’t seal him away but alas, this was the punishment he deserved for his insatiable greed.

So when you arrive to his shrine and accidentally break the millennium old ward, he’s shocked. Have his own prayers finally been answered? Has someone come to free him from this lonely existence?

“I’ve heard there was once a god of chaos here so I have come to pray to you… please hear my plea.” You then bowed down in respect to the shrine and cried a bit. “I do not wish to be married off to some senile, corrupt man. Please god, if you hear me, save me.” You cried before him. You wanted to be saved before married you off to some old nobleman. You shared your woes of how this man made your city nearly inhabitable with his high taxes and of his salacious behavior. How could he not be swayed? He felt obligated to help you.

And so the god did what he did best, he wreaked havoc. He used his supernatural abilities to cause a landslide onto that nobleman’s home, killing him instantly. Now you no longer had to worry about being a stupid old man’s property. You could continue on with your life worshipping him! Your god!

You visited his shrine daily and left him small offerings. Ones that he would have rejected in the past but was positively thrilled to have now. The god began to love you. How could he not be drawn to your genuine gratitude? He couldn’t remember the last time someone had been this thrilled with him… it must’ve been over a thousand years ago now? He didn’t know…

What he loved most about you was your smile. It warmed his heart and he adored it. You were his world and he wanted to be more humanoid for you…

When your visits became less frequent, he used that time away from you to try to shape his body once more. He wanted to be with you. To hold you. To touch you, but he couldn’t do that as a shapeless blob of tentacles… but he could if he was more humanoid.

And so here he was with a mostly humanoid body with functioning male reproductive organs… save for the tentacles that remained attached to his back. His face was picturesque but his extra limbs weren’t… it didn’t matter. He would do so much for you, more than any human man. You didn’t entirely have a choice.

The god diligently worked on his shrine to make it more inhabitable for you as well. He needed it to be perfect so the two of you could be here for all eternity together. Him and his savior! His beloved devotee!

When you returned to his shrine after a week of not seeing him with bruises on your face, he was livid. Who had harmed you? Why would they hurt you? Hurt his destined spouse? How dare they… how dare they.

You shared your woes and prayed for salvation once more, this time from your family. They believed you to now be bad luck due to the nobleman’s sudden death and began to verbally and physically abuse you. You looked so miserable… just like him. His poor, precious worshipper didn’t deserve such treatment. No. They deserved to be worshipped.

The god now had enough power to leave his shrine due to your generous offerings. Your worship gave him the power to become a great chaos god once more.

And the god once more inflicted his wrath upon your enemies. This time he tore them apart limb from limb, starting from their mouths to their hands and eventually to their feet. He wished to start out by ripping out the tongues that spat venomous words at you. To break every bone in their hands and feet for the pain they inflicted on you. For every sin committed against you, he would inflict it back tenfold.

This is the first time you were able to see his true form as well… you were so silent the entire time of his massacre of your family. Was he so gorgeous that you were speechless? How cute his darling was!

You began to sob when he held your face between his blood coated palms. The smell of iron was too much for you that you began to retch but he was oblivious that he was the reason of your disgust and fear. Those damn humans must be too much for you to be around… perhaps he should whisk his spouse away?

So he did just that. His arms and tentacles tightly wrapped around you as he whisked you off to your new home together. The revamped shrine. He hoped you’d love it since he worked so hard on making it habitable for the two of you!

You struggle in his grip but he doesn’t relent. You must be shy… how cute!

You try to push the tentacles from you, but they merely wrap around your form to gently massage you. He needed to calm you before you hurt yourself… it was okay!

“Be not afraid, my dear.” His voice made you jump in surprise but he chuckled. “I’m not going to hurt you… you’re my beloved after all. My savior.”

“You’re the god of this shrine…” you whispered softly, which made the god eagerly nod. “You’re Xeros.”

Yes! That was his name! The one he had forgotten over the years. You were so sweet to remember his name…

You don’t even have time to protest before his tentacles wrap around your body in an enticing manner. The extra appendages slip into the waist band of your pants and tease your tight hole. You whine at the sudden touch but more tentacles wrap around your arms and legs to keep you in place

“Your offerings were wonderful but I need a better offering since I eliminated your problem…” Xeros smiled down at you with his hauntingly beautiful face. “I demand you as my offering. You will be my eternal spouse.”

“But I’m just a human- ack!” You gagged on the tentacle that was suddenly shoved into your mouth. Your eyes welled up with tears as the god beamed at you.

“It doesn’t matter to me what species you are. I’m a god. I will always get what I want.” Your back arched when one of his slimy tentacles finally breeched the tight ring of muscles and wriggled inside of you. You moaned loudly at the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that overcame you.

“See? Why would you resist such pleasure?” Xeros leaned to whisper, his hot breath tickled the shell of your ear, “I’m far better than any mortal lover. Don’t you think so?”

Your mind is too cloudy to form a coherent reply, your eyes rolled back in you head as his black tendrils ravish you. The tentacle in your mouth soon replaced with his tongue.

This was the way you should always be. You deserved every orifice of your body to be stuffed to the brim with him. To cry and whine in pleasure that ascends human comprehension. To be his spouse and to lay his eggs.

You deserved to be worshipped as his deity

[tiredofsatansbullshit]

WHAT DO I DO NOW??

[bizarrelittlemew]

i can't wait to be 30+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 40+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 50+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 60+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 70+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 80+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to be 90+ and still in fandom and i can't wait to look back on my life and know that i loved things deeply and passionately and was inspired to create and was part of communities with incredible people from all over the world brought together by the stories that touched us

[rendevok]

Act I ~ The Prince

A tapestry for Let No One Sleep by @azalawa-scroggs on ao3