#GUESS THIS IS A SLOW BURN NOW

[ecoterrorist-katara]

I’m so tired of wlw background ships in mlm fandoms.

mlm shippers almost never develop wlw ships to the degree that the audience feels invested in them. The conflict and character development and love story rely on tropes rather than actual narratives, yet fandoms act like they’re doing wlws a favour by shoehorning in this shitty “representation” when it’s just golden retriever x black cat over and over and over again in different fonts.

To be clear I don’t blame anyone for not having big wlw ships, because most major media out there do not have two fully fledged female characters you can ship together. If you want to write mlm ships, good for you! If you want a lazy wlw ship in the background, that’s fine! But don’t act as if the fandom actually cares about them, or that anyone did the legwork to make them characters that you can care about. Most of these female characters are never properly developed in the canon source material, and they’re almost never properly developed in the fanon material either. You can always tell by how these women are like, one archetype + gay (sporty gay, feisty gay, slutty gay etc, like some kind of gay Spice Girls). Yet fandoms just love to act like these background wlws mean so much & have the best love stories & everyone just should ship them. It’s all so performative.

wlws are not an aesthetic. wlws are not 2D happy couples to round out your queer utopia, a queer utopia that somehow still manages to foreground men. Women are always treated as 2D characters in narratives, except now there’s a subgenre where these 2D women are gay. Groundbreaking.

[the-time-between-the-ether]

Roommate and I have watched Hazbin together multiple times and I am just finding out that she was convinced Husk and Angel were set up as a father/son relationship???

[goosethepumpkin]

help wait i just got an overwhelming urge to write a universe where u have wenclair right?? but like Amber Freeman (from scream) is a legit psychopath but we love her so she gets sent to nevermore...

actually im gonna make her a werewolf or vampire cause that suits her real well so she gets sent to nevermore right?? wait omg can i do hybrids?? like a vampire and werewolf like she has the temper of a werewolf and ferality and psycho ability of a freshly turned werewolf but she is also mysterious and cant be in the silent cause i mean look at Amber she gives lesbian vampire vibes.

and Tara, Ambers 'best friend' (crush) who unfortunately after many years of christina carpenter problems (parent problems) she gets sent to the next suitable caregiver/guardian. The Addamses.

who coincedentally has wednesday at nevermore and since lil Tara is ptsd and u kno? not ok she gets sent to nevermore for wednesday to protect.

which she then meets up with Amber coincedentally, after the ghostface killings. and yes amber was not charged with any cases of murder, they framed richie. and shes a werewolf/vampire soo yeah. shes is now legally under the protection of weems.

i presume this would also start around id say after crackstone? so on the holidays before school starts for them, and weems is not dead!! pretend she somehow survives.

BECAUSE THEN WE GET SLOW BURN WENCLAIR AND TAMBER!!

[do-not-careissa]

Every word I type brings me one step farther from the end of this fic.

There is an end in sight, but it sure as shit ain't getting any closer.

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

if you title this you could post the first few chapters already!!! (for the wip ask game lol)

WIP Ask Game! tw: abuse implied

But Christian isn’t looking at her face. His gaze is currently fixed on Satine’s wrist where—Satine notices as if in slow motion and with a lurch of her stomach—the sleeve of her coat has ridden up and a nasty purple bruise is on full display. Unable to adjust her sleeve with her hands full of coffee cups, Satine rotates her arm but it’s too late; the damage has been done. “Are you alright?” Christian asks, reaching for her arm. His touch is as warm as Satine remembers but she flinches back from it as if it’s scalding hot. “I’m fine.” “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” Christian asks, searching her eyes. “Not at all,” Satine hastens to reassure him, realizing too late that she probably should have taken that excuse when it was offered to her, that flinching away from something that didn't hurt is suspicious while flinching away from something that did is reasonable. “Nothing to worry about,” Satine tries next, “just one of the hazards of live theatre. The show has a lot of lifts and I bruise easily. You’ll see tonight—the dancing is incredible,” Satine says, trying to get him back on topic of opening night.

[ephemeralfuture]

The Grocery Store

The grocery store is… noisy even though it’s empty. The chattering of the managers two aisles over, the sound of Seth racing like an eight year old up and down the aisles. Seth practically blurs past him and when he’s back he’s dumping a six pack of Bang Energy into his basket, crushing the bread. 

Seth, the fucking speedster, is just about to race off again, but Jacob is faster, yanking him from his hoodie. 

“Put this back.” Jacob says sharply, pulling out the six pack. 

“C’mon!” Seth’s voice has a whining edge to it, “I was planning on playing Fortnite with my friends tonight! It’s a Friday!” 

Jacob sighs, usually he wouldn’t acquiesce, but the overhead light is buzzing and the sound is drilling into his skull like it was the United States and his brain was oil.  

“Seth. Work with me here, it’s a no.” 

“I even have money!” 

Jacob blinks, furrows his brow, “What money?” 

“It’s the, uh, 20 dollars you said you owed me when you forgot it was my birthday!” 

He did not forget. He very much did not forget. 

Seth must have taken Jacob’s dazed silence as a resolute no. 

“Okay then well uh– Dad owes me money!” 

Jacob sighs through his nose, when he inhales the air is cloying and sticky–too much. He pinches his brow. He hates that Seth can see his technique working. 

“Will it get you to shut up?” Jacob grumbles. 

Seth is giving him the biggest sparkling puppy-dog eyes, like he didn’t just crush Jacob’s bread. 

There’s a beat of silence, “Fine. But go get a cart first.” 

Seth hisses his cheer like Jacob didn’t hear him– and usually Jacob wouldn’t, but he seems to hear everything. He replaces the crushed bread with a better looking loaf, scans the rest of the aisle for jam and peanut butter. 

Jacob feels someone practically glide next to him, glide close, cold like they stepped out of a cryo chamber. They smell familiar– they smell nice, they’re too close. Jacob backs up, every sense in him honing on the figure. 

“Here, you wanted jam.” His voice cuts through the dissonant symphony of his senses, and Jacob is blinking blankly at him. 

“Huh?” 

“Jam.” It’s a young man. He looks shockingly familiar, “Peanut butter too, right?” 

“Right…” Jacob says, “was I… was I speaking aloud?” 

His eyes are golden, last time Jacob checked his eyes were jet black.   

“Hm…” The young man says thoughtfully, “Not currently, no.” 

Right, because this one could read minds. His voice hooks on a memory, far far off in his mind. 

“Edward Cullen.” Jacob says aloud, and Edward nods his head like he’s doing a curtsy, his mouth making a little smirk. 

“What the hell are you doing here?” Jacob says, recoiling, he’s tempted to slap the jar out of Edward’s hand. 

“Grocery shopping, like you.” 

“Bloodsuckers don’t eat.” Jacob says. Edward’s sudden presence ticked the switch of ire in him. Last time Jacob saw him, Edward was covered in blood, wiping his mouth, licking his lips. 

Edward makes a face, rolls his eyes, “Common misconception. We don’t need to. Doesn’t make eating less pleasurable.” 

Bull-shit! 

“I assure you, Mr. Black– it is not.” 

“Don’t fucking do that.” Jacob says. When Jacob gets a proper look at Edward, he’s taller, all marble cut with those familiar golden eyes and the copper quiff of hair. He looks the same as when Jacob saw him last, but different– worldly. Or at least better dressed. 

He smells nice. He looks nice. Fuck. That can’t be normal. 

“I can assure you.” Edward says, voice languid, almost teasing, “That it is. It’s called attraction.” 

“Fuck off.” Jacob says. It would be a bad idea to start a fight here, especially since he can’t take on Vampires alone and Seth is with him– 

“Relax.” Edward smells like vanilla perfume and musk, it rolls off him in waves. “You and your brother are safe.” 

“How many?” Jacob demands through grit teeth. 

“None– well, one.” Edward says, and he has the audacity to act sheepish, “Me.” 

“Stop. Stop doing that.” Jacob says again, he shakes his head, swallowing, “You reek.” 

“No good to lie to anybody.” Edward says, “Least of all to yourself.” 

“Oh.” Jacob scoffs, “Like how you convince this whole town that you’re human?” 

“Now Mr. Black. There’s that statement about stones… and glass houses…” 

“Oh fuck. Off!” Jacob takes a step back, Edward takes a step forward. Fuck no, safe his ass! 

“You’re too keyed up Mr. Black.” Edward says, “I already said you and your brother are safe.” 

Jacob takes a deep breath, his head is spinning and the store is too fucking loud and Edward smells so good; a maw of feral hunger opens in his stomach. 

Edward is taking two more steps forward, tilting his head to look at Jacob more intensely. He’s close, way too close and he’s cool enough for the temperature change to release the pressure gauge in his head. Jacob realizes that he’s breathing shallowly, biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself from leaping at Edward– to fight? Nope. The feeling is too incongruent. 

“It’s inconvenient.” Edward’s so close and his voice is low and soft, “I assure you, it’s inconvenient for me too.” 

What? He can smell that? Is it like catnip for girls? Catnip for gays? 

“Hm.” Edward says shortly, he steps back turning his head, when Jacob looks in the same direction, he sees Seth, two Bang Energy six packs, a family sized bag of Doritos Cool Ranch, and– much to Jake’s unexplained relief–two ribeye steaks. Seth’s eyes go huge and round at the sight of them when he takes a deep breath. 

Say nothing, Seth, he begs internally, please say nothing. Luckily, it’s as if Seth follows his directions because Seth nods when their eyes meet. 

“Pleased to make your acquaintance.” Edward says and he nods at Seth, who looks like he’s trying not to rear back and growl like a dog. Edward places the jar he was holding into the shopping cart and soon he’s out of sight. 

Seth stares at Jacob, turns to look back in the direction Edward went, looks back at his brother. 

“Is he your boyfriend?” 

“Huh?!” Jacob’s eyes go wide, then his face grows hot, “What–? No!” 

Seth looks unconvinced, “Are you sure?” 

“Seth!” Jacob hisses, “How would I not be sure if I had a boyfriend?!” 

Seth gives him a level look, with a glint in his eye that makes Jacob apprehensive. 

“You didn’t kill him on the spot.” Seth says, suspiciously, “And he’s a bloodsucker, like you said. You know him.” 

“We’re in a grocery store!” 

“Practically empty!” Seth counters,  “no one would really see, are you going after him?” 

Not a bad idea! 

“No…” Jacob says. 

“Then I’m telling.” Seth says. Jacob tries to give him a hard stare, but Seth makes a face like he’s already won. 

“How much?” Jacob asks, and he’s reaching into his pocket. 

“Fifty.” Seth says smugly. 

“No.” 

“Make that 100.” 

“That’s not how this works!” Jacob protests. 

“100 and a PS4.” Seth says. 

“PS4.” Jacob says without thinking, and his head snaps up to take it back but Seth is already interrupting him before he can speak. 

“And you buy me Bang Energy!” Seth says gleefully. Jacob gives him a withering glare. 

“You take one bang energy and that’s fuc-dging it.” Jacob yanks the second six pack out of the cart and places it haphazardly in the aisle where it didn’t belong. 

This is a section of a bigger slow burn Twilight Jakeward fanfic where me and my body double collaborator who's roommate write a Gay Twilight Fanfic as a joke. Double Sike! It turned semi-serious and now is an actual work in progress fanfic with nearly 30,000 words and three months of time sunk.

Read it here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/55266253/chapters/140190751

[noonaishere]

I swear to you, readers, one day I will learn to write something that isn't a slow burn, but until that day...

🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

[talesofwhimsy]

WHY?, “Sin Imperial" // Car Sear Headrest, “I Can Play the Piano”

[pirunika]

do yall take screenshots of IF authors' ask replies? like sometimes ill reread them like Brand New Information 💀

[noahtally-famous]

I remember how I had a very minor, barely-there jaskaveawn (or whatever tf their ship name is) fic idea that’s like a ‘fresh start’ trope with the absolute slowest of slow burns and it’s these four coming across each other post-tdpi. and it came abt bc I randomly imagined dave in one of those hairstyles where his sides are shaved or one side is, and the hair at the top (and maybe the other side) just flops together on that side. like punk vibes dave who stops giving a shit and is just tired now. this man def had an emo phase, I bet, and I’ve no doubt he would adopt the punk style (at least the general looks) if motivated

but abt the fic idea...

dave was rescued from the island due to lawsuits and his family’s influence, but everyone else assumed he was a goner and that niggling bit of guilt/regret is still there in the rest of the three (bc y’know they’re all good ppl who do have some form of connection with him, despite it all). then sometime later there’s a confrontation at a bar between dave and keith—who fucking hates his guts after the finale—and somehow dave ends up from being in an alley, close to hyperventilating bc of how grimy it is, to waking up with a hangover in jashawn’s apartment/house, and he ends up staying there, temporary at first but it stretches as time passes bc he’s drifting around with no tether; he's lost physically and metaphorically, and while he doesn't want to ever see the three ppl who, in his eyes, took part in making him this way, there is a smaller part (that grows with every interaction) that yearns for it, the touch, the acceptance, the grounding support of normalcy; he craves it but he, too, is filled with regret and shame--especially when he sees sky for the first time since the incident, and finds out that she, jasmine, and shawn still keep in touch. he feels out-of-the-loop, but he also feels he deserves it. what he did went against his believes of normalcy and he hates himself for reacting so 'abnormally extreme'. and then there's sky who doesn't know how she feels anymore so she suppresses it and honestly doesn't want to see dave and that doesn't change drastically until much later; then there's jasmine who takes sky's side more but is partially willing to hear dave out, and shawn, who's more or less the opposite (leans toward dave's side, but also sky's bc he gets both sides) like he's also stuck at the center of all this bc dave did inadvertently try to kill him too in his spite--but with all four of them in the same apartment, things get a little...well, something starts to grow. (plus there are some more keith cameos here and there that bolster that growth, though I'm sure he doesn't mean it to lmao). overall the fic touches upon the idea that every character is capable of growing and redemption, the concept of perception, how they live post-td with former competitors, but also the utter angst and panic and misunderstandings, and yeah. in my head, it’s a rollercoaster and I’ve these random scenes mapped out that I’ve no idea how to connect lmao

[narugen-moved]

ashiro mina as a character is so interesting to me because she’s such a Big Thing in the kn8 universe and everyone respects her and she’s well known for having this niche skill/speciality nobody else can replicate but she’s also sooooo distant. and even when it comes to official merch/art sometimes she doesn’t appear (no volume cover, not included in that game collab, etc) and it’s just like.. when you compare her to hoshina for example who is rightfully a very popular character because of how much we see of him in the manga it’s just. IDK WHAT I WANNA SAY i’m not bitter (yes i am) that she doesn’t get as Much as she could’ve because i know it’s purposefully done (dragging her story out, showing her pov only 100 chapters later) but ARGHHHH ashiro mina i want to know more about you so bad.

[spaceprincessleia]

So, I cooked up a little sequel to the prompt story “Things you said when you thought I was asleep” to give it some closure. Enjoy the Bo/Fennec slowburn I never inteded to write! :D

Title: Binary sunrise 

Rating: T

Warnings: No archive warnings apply

Characters: Bo-Katan Kryze/Fennec Shand

Summary/Preview: "Step one: Get in. Step two: Find and retrieve the data. Step three: Get out. That's the job she's here for, nothing more. When Bo accepts it, she knows it means crossing people she once worked with. She doesn't think twice about Boba Fett, a false Mandalorian and common thief to her; she does think about Fennec Shand, though. They made a formidable fireteam back on Moff Gideon's ship, each women as deadly as the one next to her. It doesn't make them friends, though."

READ ON AO3

[daz4i]

while I'm not one for romantic relationships or long term stuff i really do hope i meet someone who makes me feel big emotions again (spongebob getting a piano dropped on him meme. of the positive sort) somewhere. somehow. it's been so long. bc of shitty therapy i conditioned myself into stepping back and never letting myself feel and i just want to know someone who'd be able to make me break this conditioning and return that same amount of emotions too. one more time

[dahtwitchi]

Ooooooh TobIru ask! Anything for more TobIru content! Here's a hunch take your pick if you choose to!

Tobirama does not appreciate and gets very grumpy jealous when someone gets too friendly and touches what's his (Iruka).

Iruka sort of confesses cutely by accident when giving Tobirama a week late birthday gift big ass bouquet of flowers maybe?) after plenty of encouragement from his useless troll friends. His head is probably like about to explode while doing this as he blabbers.

Shirtless Tobirama ➡️ Iruka is gone

Shirtless Iruka ➡️ Tobirama side eyes and admires because he's got more control than anyone else but cannot not look at a cute sensei

If you like modern AU, then the coffee shop trope. Spill coffee order, apologises, makes up for it, gets a number? Keeps coming back? ☕️

Whether you like any of these asks or not, either way, KEEP CHURNING THAT TobIru content.

So many tobiruka thoughts u have~ is a delight to see more ppl being distracted into thinking of (and creating ^^) them :3

As for me, I'm more of the flavour where the self controlled guy getting more distracted than he himself even realise (or realise it and grow frustrated by himself x3). And. How would would ever be me if it couldn't be turned into misunderstandings :3

[fulltimeviking]

pov i am watching shadow and bone season 2

[seariii]

Random fact, I've been thinking for months now what I my oc would give the milgram characters as gifts for valentine's day.... I know I could use the excuse of Christmas, but the thing about gifting chocolate and me loving chocolate is what is motivating

.... Well I haven't properly thought of everyone, but one that keeps coming to mind is Amane's gift, because she deserves consideration, putting in perspective her dietary restrictions, I'm assuming she isn't allowed to eat candy... so I'm dying to talk about her gift but I'm holding myself back until at least February...