#Jimmy pop fanfiction

[sundaystu]

There is a lack of Jimmy Pop fanfics and despite my lack of writing skills I have taken matters into my own hands and am writing a self indulgent fic.

[judysxnd]

Dating Jimmy Pop would include

young!Jimmy Pop x reader (set today tho)

Got to admit, this was my new crush back in September (I tend to move on quickly sometimes), I've discovered the group and I'm clearly obsessed so here I am. I know it's not going to last very long (proof) but I want to write about him still.

I see him as very casual person, someone who does not really go out much, except in bars to get absolutely blasted. I actually know nothing on his background and such. I'm totally ignorant.

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-playing video games until late at night

-smoking cessions

-you have most of the time the music very loud, dancing around and singing

-him playing guitare, sometimes just to practice, he also loves to tease you because you don't know how to play

-he tries to teach you, but it never lasts long because you get frustrated as you really can't play

-he also plays the piano, aka your favorite instrument, but same you can't play, but it's easier than the guitare

-you are close to his friends, therefore the band

-you go to their concerts

-you spend a lot of time at the studio with them

-he is always making you laugh with jokes, imitations, whatever, you're always laughing

-lots of sex, obviously, he loves to go down on you (it works both ways)

-public sex? like a bathroom, in the car, everywhere you can have some privacy I'd say

-every chance you get you film him goofing around

-you love stealing his clothes. One time he wore one of your dress as a joke because he wanted to do the same with your clothes

-challenging each other about everything, trying new things, literally living your best life, having fun

-going out in bars a lot

-betting on who's going to be wasted first

-you love his music, so you listen to it very often, singing along because you know them all by heart

-so it happens a lot that Jimmy catches you singing to his songs.

-going to sports games a lot with Jimmy, even if you don't know anything about it

[bjfinn]

POPCHAT

"Foul Play"/"Deadbeat" crossover

"I'm sorry, Jimmy," Herb Weinberg said. "After the ... incident with Alex, you're just not marketable. Nobody wants to take a chance on you -- they're worried about a repeat performance."

"Of course," Jimmy said. "I understand. But I was in Bellevue for several months, and I'm doing much better -- Dr Bartholomew says that I'm well on the road to recovery, and part of that recovery will be getting back to work."

Weinberg sighed. "I know," he said.

"During my ... stay at the hospital, I lost my apartment -- I've had to find another. It wasn't easy, but I managed to get one much cheaper. In Flatbush."

"Flatbush? That's quite a comedown from the Upper East Side."

Jimmy nodded. "It is -- but it's a nice neighbourhood. The people are friendly -- I ... I think living there will be good for me. That said, I need to be able to pay my rent. Isn't there anything for me? Anything at all -- I'll take it, whatever it is. I'm ... I'm desperate -- I need to find something." He paused, looking his agent in the eye for the first time. "Please."

"Well, there's a new community station starting up -- it's in Brooklyn. And they are looking for talent. But they can't pay much."

"I'll take it."

Weinberg furrowed his brows. "Don't you want to at least think about it first?"

"I don't have the time," Jimmy replied, shaking his head.

*****

"Jimmy! May I call you Jimmy? Have a seat, please!"

Jimmy smiled and nodded, and sat down in the armchair opposite Mr Feinstein's desk. He crossed his legs with feigned casualness, his hands interlaced at his belt.

"I understand that you're looking for a talk-show host?" he asked.

Arnold Feinstein nodded. "We need someone for a daytime talk show."

"Daytime?" Jimmy said. "I --"

"I know it's a comedown from late night, but it'd be great to have someone with your experience in the driver's seat -- and we don't have the budget yet for a late night show." He looked at Jimmy intently. "Are you interested?"

Jimmy looked down and picked an imaginary piece of lint from his tie. "You know that I was recently ... released from Bellevue," he said. "I had a ... psychotic break on-set. On camera."

"Water under the bridge, Jimmy!" Feinstein told him. "You're still going to therapy, right? And you're on medication?"

Jimmy nodded.

"That's all I need to know." He leaned back in his chair and looked at Jimmy over his glasses. "You have the experience, Jimmy boy -- you know how to conduct an interview that'll engage the viewers. You were kind of a big deal before your, uh ... well, you know. And you can help put this station on the map." He took a pen from his shirt pocket and held it out to Jimmy. "What do you say? Do we have a deal?"

*****

Jimmy Pop sat on his bed and carefully untied the laces of his shoes. He removed them and set them down on the floor, and then he sat there for a moment, a slight smile on his face.

He had a job again -- one in front of the camera, where he belonged. True, it was only a daytime talk show at a small station, but it was something.

It felt strange, though -- he'd been in Bellevue for nine months. Almost a year since he'd been on the outside. Almost a year since he'd had to take care of himself. He wondered if this was how prisoners felt after being released -- this strange mix of anticipation and trepidation.

Of course, he wasn't entirely on his own -- he still had to return three times a week for therapy. He was looking forward to seeing Dr Bartholomew again -- she'd be pleased that he'd managed to secure employment so quickly.

He got to his feet and headed into the bathroom. He regarded his reflection in the mirror appraisingly. As a TV personality, he'd always taken pride in his appearance, and one of the first things he'd done when he left Bellevue had been to visit his barber. He'd gotten the full treatment -- hair cut, beard trimmed, manicure. "Nice to see you again, Jimmy," he said softly. "It's been a long time.

"It has been a long time, hasn't it?" he replied to himself. "How have you been?

"I've had some ... difficulties, but things are getting better, thanks.

"I hear you have a new job.

"Yes, at a local station -- I'll be hosting their daytime talk show, "PopChat". Tomorrow I'll be meeting with the production team to discuss everyone's ideas."

"That's wonderful news, Jimmy -- it'll be great to see you back on television.

"I'm really looking forward to it -- I think the show will do very well in the ratings.

"Well, we're all pulling for you, Jimmy.

"Thank you, Jimmy."

He smiled wistfully at his reflection, chuckling softly. He was fully aware that he was alone -- that wasn't one of his problems. But he'd never really had any actual friends, so as a child he'd developed the habit of talking to himself.

The smile faded, and he padded out of the bathroom. Sitting on the bed again, he let out a quiet sigh. It would be nice to have a friend, he thought. I wonder what it's like?

He didn't notice the single tear that trickled down his cheek.

*****

The next few days were a whirlwind of meetings as the details for "PopChat" were worked out. It was to be a live, half-hour daily talk show, and Jimmy would be interviewing a local Brooklynite of note, the tone light-hearted and casual. The set design was minimal, just a desk and an armchair with a small stage for performances -- the station didn't have the budget for anything more elaborate.

On Sundays, Jimmy would be sent the guest list for the coming week, along with research notes and any video footage of performances, so that he could prepare for the interviews -- it wasn't likely that he'd be familiar with every guest, after all.

It would be good to be back in front of the camera again. It would be good to be again.

*****

"And now I'd like to introduce my very first guest," Jimmy said. "He's a medium who's made quite a name for himself in the past few years ... Kevin Pacalioglu!"

Pac walked on stage and shook hands with Jimmy, and then he sat in the armchair as Jimmy returned to his seat behind the desk.

"So, Kevin --"

"Call me Pac," Kevin said. "And good job with my last name -- most people butcher it."

Jimmy smiled warmly. "Very well -- Pac. You're a medium? That means that you can talk to ghosts? How long have you been able to do that?"

"Ever since I can remember," came the reply. "My parents died when I was very young, and I think that's when it began."

"I'm very sorry to hear about your parents -- it couldn't have been easy."

"It wasn't," Pac agreed. "I was placed in an orphanage, but I was never adopted. Because of my ... gift, I was a 'weird kid', and people want normal children."

"Of course -- I think we can all sympathise," Jimmy nodded. "And this gift of yours -- how does it work?"

"Well, it just happens," Pac explained. "If there's a ghost around, I can see them the same as I can see you. I can tell the difference, though -- ghosts are transparent. And I try to help them move on.

"Ghosts have unfinished business -- that's why they're stuck. I help them with their unfinished business so that they can continue their journey."

"To Heaven," Jimmy said.

"Heaven, Hell, their next life ... I don't know," Pac replied. "I don't have any answers about what happens next."

"I suppose it will always be the biggest mystery," Jimmy said, smiling.

"Do you see any other kinds of spirits? Angels, perhaps? Or demons?"

"I haven't seen any angels, but ... I did encounter a demon once."

"Really? That must have been quite frightening."

Pac shook his head, chuckling. "You'd think so, but it wasn't. He was squatting in the old Gardner Hotel -- the new owner had been renovating, and there'd been several unexplainable, uh ... incidents, so he called me to investigate.

"When I got there, I saw someone who I thought was a homeless guy. He said he was a demon, and at first I thought he was just cr-- delusional, but then he made his hair catch fire -- that's when I realised that he was telling me the truth."

"What happened?"

"I tried to get him to leave, but he refused. So ... we fought."

"You fought a demon?"

"Yeah -- it was wild. He agreed to fight like a human, so we had a fistfight. He knocked me out -- sucker-punched me -- and when I came to, he was gone. I guess he realised that he wasn't safe there any more."

"That's amazing!" Jimmy exclaimed with genuine astonishment. "Have you had any other encounters with him since then?"

Kevin nodded. "A teenage girl came asking for my help a while back -- she came all the way from Connecticut hoping I'd be able to help her see her deceased mother. As it turns out, she's friends with this demon. And he's also friends with a buddy of mine." He chuckled. "Turns out Beej -- that's the demon's name -- isn't really such a bad guy after all, just a huge pain in the ass."

*****

"Hey, man, thanks for having me on," Pac said after the show. "It was fun. And it's great to see that you're doing good -- I really enjoyed "Pop Goes the Night" before ..."

"Before I had my psychotic break," Jimmy finished. "It's all right -- you can say it."

"So ... what happened, dude? Why did you attack Alex Brightman like that?"

"I ... I was delusional," Jimmy told him. "I wanted to ... to kiss him. And I thought I was him. It's ... complicated. But I'm getting better, thanks to Dr Bartholomew and the team at Bellevue. I know I have a long road ahead, and a lot of work to do, but ... I'm getting there."

"Well, that's great to hear," Pac said, grinning. He shook Jimmy's hand, placing his left hand on the other man's shoulder. "All the best. It was great meeting you."

"It was great meeting you, too, Pac," Jimmy replied. As Kevin turned to leave, Jimmy called his name.

Kevin turned back to him, and Jimmy felt a momentary panic at the thought of what he was about to ask, but the words tumbled out of his mouth before he could stop himself. "Would ... would you like to ... perhaps ... go for a beer sometime? With me?"

Pac grinned broadly. "Yeah, man -- that'd be cool! Lemme give you my number -- call me anytime."

He scribbled his phone number on the back of an old receipt he'd pulled from his wallet, and handed it to Jimmy. "I mean it, man -- call me anytime!"

Jimmy looked at the piece of paper and smiled. Maybe he'd finally found a friend.

[hoodoo12]

Go Nuts for Donuts

^ This is true. v This is also true:

The following fic was written for me + one other person.

Anyone see the web mystery series Foul Play? An improvised web series with a mystery for the viewer to solve? Anyone? No? That sounds about right. Well, here's a story starring one of the characters anyway. Jimmy F. Pop (played by Alex Brightman) is the anxious host of a reality TV show trying to 1) keep the cameras rolling, 2) gain his father's approval while also 3) holding it together during a zombie apocalypse. All the while working on his own brand of popcorn. It's as loony as it sounds.

NSFW. Food play.

Enjoy!

Popcorn wasn’t the only food that excited Jimmy.

You discover that early on, the first time the two of you go out for a meal together. It wasn’t anything fancy, just a pizzeria on the corner selling huge New York style slices. The way Jimmy ate, making appreciative, wordless noises like the foldable crust oozing with cheese was nothing short of ambrosia, may have turned off other people. You, however, liked when people enjoyed their food.

Each meal was met with the same relish. No snack was too light, no dinner too heavy. Jimmy took pleasure in the act of eating, sucking his fingers of any last iota of sauce, taking the time to truly savor each bite he put into his mouth.

The word “epicurean” deserved a photo of him in any dictionary, next to the definition.

Sex was decent. It was only when you added a little foodplay to the act that it truly became decadent. Shameless. Wanton.

“Wonton,” you teased, deliberately mispronouncing the word to make him laugh.

Jimmy maintained that chuckle for a moment, but the sound was choked away as you shoved a donut over his erection. Luckily the pastry was soft and mallable and his cock was hard; you surmised it probably made him feel manly that it didn’t just slip right over him. It broke slightly as you nestled it against his pubic hair, like a sugary cock ring.

Casually you licked your fingers clean as you watched him try to slow his breathing. He looked like he was seconds away from coming and you hadn’t really done anything yet. A thin whine filled the air.

On the floor from between his knees you cast your gaze back up his body. His brown eyes flicked back and forth from the donut to your hand at your mouth. Both of his hands twitched, and you didn’t know if it was because he wanted to grab at you or jerk himself off using the donut. That mental image made you smile to yourself. Maybe it’d be something to try at another time. Tonight you already had plans.

Some of the powdered sugar had flaked off on his cock. Leaning forward, you licked him the underside of the head, swirling your tongue in the sweetness. Jimmy jumped like he’d been poked with a pin.

“O-oh!” he yelped.

“Haven’t even gotten started yet, Mr. Pop,” you chided him lightly. You walked forward on your knees, shouldering his legs further apart to settle close.

“I, uh, know. I know,” he croaked. “I just . . . it’s j-just . . .”

Casually you used two fingers to touch not him, but the donut. It didn’t move, but the idea was there. Collecting another bit of sugar on your fingertips, you stuck them back between your lips and sucked noisily.

Jimmy’s cheeks were already red from blushing. The color began creeping over his chest too.

Your fingers were clean again, but wet. Once more you caressed the donut and not him; this time you dragged your fingertips along his shaft, leaving trails of powdered sugar. Without saying a word, you lifted your hand in offering to him. Folding at the middle, Jimmy eagerly engulfed your digits, almost laughing in pleasure.

His tongue removed every trace of sugar just as you had. His efforts might have continued for a long time--the man truly had an oral fixation--if you hadn’t returned the favor by lowering your head and pulling his sugar-glazed cock into your mouth.

Immediately his jaw dropped, releasing you. Jimmy mewled as you blew him. Sloppy, noisy, debauched; he planted his feet on the floor and bucked up into you then apologized profusely. You lifted your mouth off him and looked up. You couldn’t see your own face, but his heated expression down at you said enough: his involuntary movement had shoved the donut against you, leaving a ring of white powdered sweetness from your chin to your nose.

The thrust had crushed the donut into his pubic hair too. It still managed to cling around his cock somehow.

Instead of being mad, you laughed at his eagerness. Bypassing his shaft for the moment, you tilted your head and took a nibble of the donut. You played into how much you liked it, throwing your head back a little and moaning, as if this was ecstasy. Jimmy moaned along with you even though he wasn’t really being stimulated directly.

He managed to lift one hand to you. As he caressed your cheek, his expression softened from animalistic arousal to adoration. You smiled up at him, licked your lips, then swallowed his cock again.

Wrapping your arms under his thighs so he couldn’t wiggle away, you sucked him hard. Then soft. Then hard again. You varied the movement of your tongue. You pressed against him so his cock was in your throat, until donut crumbs got in your nostrils and you had to break for air. When you took a small break, you again lapped up some of the destroyed donut off his skin with your tongue.

His cock bounced in time with his heartbeat as he wheezed for breath. He’d lost the ability to speak at some point, leaving him only with moans and gasps. Before he could get too comfortable, however, you swallowed him again.

This time, you gave him no reprieve.

You blew him with the same intensity but didn’t stop until he curled in the middle again over you. Unable to create any noise, he came in swift pulses over your tongue. The salty musk of his release mixed with the sugar you’d ingested.

It took a few moments for him to relax and straighten again. You breathed around his cock, letting the combination of spit and come slick over him. When Jimmy finally sat back completely, you pulled off him and sat back.

He was a mess. The donut had been obliterated to nothing more than a crumbly paste, smeared over his groin and into his pubic hair. Your spit had coated him, of course, but with the addition of extra sugar, he’d been smeared with sticky residue. There was going to be a stain on the couch that would take some elbow grease to get out.

Still, you were pleased with yourself. You’d reduced Jimmy to a sweaty, trembling wreck, all with the help of one little donut.

“Baby . . .” Jimmy rasped, as if he’d been the one with powdered sugar up his nose, “it’s my turn right? I get to eat you out?”

You didn’t disagree--Jimmy would go down on you like he was at an all you can eat buffet--but countered, “Let’s shower?”

His lips pulled downward into a slight pout, even as he panted. “A donut is going to disintegrate in the shower.”

“You’re not rubbing a powdered donut on my pussy, Jimmy! I’ll get an infection!”

“Oh.” He paused, thinking it over, before grining. “Okay. You’re sweet enough as it is!”

You gave him a half-hearted slap at his corniness, then helped pull him up and off the furniture to go clean up.

fin!

[eeclare]

Bobby Burgers headcannons that I will not argue about

Teddy is autistic and that’s why he feels so attached to the Belchers and why he has literal meltdowns whenever is routine is interrupted (i.e. when the belchers close the restaurant for a day)

Marshmallow takes Gene under her wing when he gets older and introduces him to the underground music world

And as a result Gene becomes a DJ by night and works at the restaurant by day

Even as an adult Gene lives at home with Bob and Linda

AND Gene becomes a drag queen on occasion, his stage name is Misty Gish

Gene is also Gederfluid but prefers He/Him pronouns (aged up)

I get queer vibes from Louise, especially because of how enamoured she is with Nat (seeing an out and proud lesbian is probably really euphoric for her as a young closeted queer girl

Louise is a K-pop stan! Season 8 episode 2 “The Silence of the Louise” Louise is seen singing K-pop with Millie and it just makes sense for her

In addition to that, Millie is Louise’s best friend aside from Tina and Gene

Teddy and Kathleen get married and Bob is the caterer

Mr. Fishoeder takes Louise under his wing as an adult and shows her the ropes of running a successful business

And as a result Louise takes over the restaurant

Tina becomes a kind of popular novelist/ghostwriter, especially in the romance department

I know that this is cannon but Tina writes fanfiction and posts it on the internet. She becomes a popular fanfic author

Tina is a true 2015 tumblr girly

Jimmy Pesto has depression, which is why he seems so bitter and aggressive all the time

He also secretly likes when Andy and Ollie give him hugs and J-ju’s dancing too

Bob has depression too. I mean come on, you can just tell that’s basically just cannon

The belcher kids learn sign language to have secret kid meetings in front of their parents

Tina and Zeke are end game

Zeke starts working at the restaurant in the later years of high school

Tammy has a major crush on Jocelyn but doesn’t know how to express it so it comes out as passive aggression and standoffish

Gayle is probably Autistic lol but she’s actually diagnosed

Tina is a swifty I don’t make the rules

SO IS GENE SO IS GENE

Gene and Courtney figure things out and they date all through high school

They break up after graduation and Gene takes it HARD. He doesn’t date anyone else for years afterwards

Maybe they get back together a few years later maybe they don’t I don’t have my heart set on anything

Rudy asks Louise out at some point in their lives and Louise says no. They remain friends but it’s never really the same after that

Mr. Fishoeder is bi and super into dudes

Ron is gay and in love with Hugo

(Maybe Hugo kinda reciprocates)

[my-adhd-gremlin-blog]

JimmyVillainArcJimmyVillainArcJimmyVillain-

I wrote a fic.

It's my time to shine, folks. Nothing makes me happier than to write a bit of angst, and Jimmy's last episode was fuel for my angst fire 🤣.

I think it was in a stream that he said he wanted to fix the gunpowder farm so that he could "blow up the other empires", and you know I just took that and ran with it.

As much as I love Jimmy, though, he's a soggy biscuit and I don't know how well he could pull of a villain arc, so I'm manifesting with this fic, basically🤣.

(I don't usually write fanfiction, let alone share it, it isn't really my style, but Jimmy's villain arc has so much potential for angst that I had to give it a go. It's also been so long since I've been this invested in a fandom, so I actually had fun writing this. Enjoy 😁).

Edit: Whoops! I forgot to put cw: character death/suicide (in the Minecraft sense; they respawn)

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The tiny, mechanical heart thuds in Jimmy's chest as he rises from his bed in Tumble Town. Gem, the pacifist princess, murdered him in cold blood. What made Jimmy a target? Why were they out to get him? Straightening his hat, Sheriff Jimmy set out across the mesa, heading toward the gunpowder farm that they all so loved to tease him for. As per usual, pickings were slim. No matter, he thought, as that was about to change. Even if it took all night, Jim would get what he needed. Enough was enough; it was time to make everyone pay for making him feel so small.

It's game time.

•

Stratos was first. He and the god may have reconciled, but Jimmy hadn't forgotten who made him this way to begin with. No one was safe, not anymore. If he wanted to prove his point, the whole world had to suffer. It was a sunny morning when the Sheriff decided to pop in to visit God Joel. Early rise, just like he was taught. Joel wasn't alone; the goblin and that traitorous princess were with him, making trade deals and small talk. From the sky, they looked like good friends, catching up on the week's events. Friends. The word left a bitter taste in Jimmy's mouth as he soared lower and lower, just catching the end of Joel's conversation with Gem.

   "...dropped Hermes off with Daddy Sausage in Sanctuary last night. They've started asking questions about where babies come from, little tyke."

Gem laughed delicately. When Jimmy landed, no one payed him any attention. He cleared his throat, and the others looked around, unable to identify the source of the noise. Fwhip spotted him first.

"Oh, hey, little fella," he said, too brightly for Jimmy's liking. He crouched down to the toy Sheriff's level, and continued, "What brings you out of Trouble Town today?"

Jimmy said nothing. He just stood there, staring down the people who he once so desperately sought the approval of, feeling nothing at all. Fwhip stepped back, rising back to his full height. He was smirking like nothing was wrong, but when Jimmy was through with them, no one will be laughing.

"I think the Sheriff has gone shy. What's the matter, Jim, all tuckered out from playing with Andy?"

Joel chuckled. "Be careful, Fwhip. You don't want to be on the receiving end of Jimmy's short temper."

"Come on, guys, leave him alone," protested Gem. "It's a long journey to Stratos for a guy so small."

Still, Jimmy did not speak. Instead, he smiled. A smile that the others did not recognise. It was not his usual bright and toothy grin. This smile was cold and emotionless. It did not reach his eyes, and looked completely wrong on his face. The others' face changed, too. Gone was the playfulness, replaced with worry, and just a hint of fear.

"Uh... Jim? You doing alright, buddy?" Joel asked nervously.

"You know we're only teasing you, right?" Gem added.

"Yeah, it's just a joke, pal," said Fwhip.

Jimmy sighed. "That's your problem. You think this is all a joke. You think I'm a joke." His voice was rough and gravelly. It cracked from unshed tears. But Jimmy was not going to cry in front of them. He had too much left to say.

Turning to speak directly to Joel, he said, "You ruined my life, and you laughed. Again and again, you've humiliated me. You gave my son away!" Jimmy bowed his head, and took a deep breath. "All I wanted was respect, for someone to see me for me, not this twisted version of me that you turned me into. I wanted someone to stay." He looked at Fwhip as he spoke that last sentence, but he was thinking about Scar. The man who saw passed the stitches and stuffing, who saw the potential in him and his humble Empire. The world felt a little less lonely when Scar was around, but even he chose to leave him. No one wanted to stay with him, not even his rancher, his Tango.

If the world didn't want him, then he would watch it burn. "I'm so tired of being the butt of everyone's jokes. But I'll be the one having the last laugh. Stratos is rigged to blow."

The other leaders were rendered speechless. This was not the Sheriff they had gotten used to walking all over.

"What do you mean, 'blow'?" Joel asked, slowly.

Jimmy laughed lightly. "So glad you asked, poser. You're all familiar with the Tumble Town gunpowder farm? Well, you should be, you've mocked me for it enough times. That 'pathetic farm' has been working overtime, and has produced me enough TNT that when I light it up, this sham of an Empire will be blasted right out of the sky. If I'm lucky, Chromia will be taken as collateral damage."

The god, usually so strong and unshakeable, looked terrified. He dropped to his knees, and began to plead with the monster he'd created.

"Jimmy, please. I thought we were friends, don't do this. There are innocent people down there."

"Do you really think I care? Did you care about anything you put me through? No, I don't think so. Man, if they could see their god now. Trembling before a toy."

Jimmy pushed back his vest, revealing the stick of dynamite in his holster. He lit his flint and steel, touching it to the fuse. It began to spark immediately.

"I'm not a toy, Joel. Do you hear me? Are you all listening?! I - AM - NOT - A - TOY!"

Each word was laced with venom, and by the time Jim had finished speaking, the fuse had burnt out.

Smallishbeans was blown up by SolidarityGaming

fWhip was blown up by SolidarityGaming

GeminiTay was blown up by SolidarityGaming

SolidarityGaming blew up.

•

That tiny, mechanical heart began to beat again. Jimmy sat up in his bed, satisfaction growing as his actions truly began to sink in with the others.

Stratos was gone, and Tumble Town was as quiet as the grave. Its residents were long gone, not knowing what had become of their Sheriff. Not knowing how damaged he truly was.

Joel would be waking up at spawn by now, scrambling to salvage what was left of his Empire. The goblin and the princess would try to help, but there would be nothing left to save.

One down, eleven to go, Jimmy thought. I think Gobland will be next.

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(Notes: I felt like I had to note that Hermes was not in Stratos while this happened. No demigod children were harmed in the making of this fic 🤣. Also, I don't really know what kind of toy I imagine Jimmy as. I guess something similar to Woody, but if he was human before and was turned into a toy, there has to be working organs in there, right? So I imagined his heart as like, a tiny ticking clock, just in case that wasn't clear. Thanks for reading.)

[hetchdrive]

@clandestinegardenias tagged me in this (thank you! This is very silly! Not the game inherently but my specific answers for it.)

Take your 3 most recently liked songs on Spotify (or the first 3 that pop up on shuffle, whichever you want) and you have to 1) choose a line from each song to be a fic title and 2) tell me the genre of fic it would be and any other fic description you feel inspired to include.

I use spotify exclusively to share playlists with people, when I listen to music it is on mp3 files on my phone or on youtube.

When the Morning Comes by Hall and Oates

Listen. This is my favorite song lately. This is my primary fitzier song. If I ever manage to write and post the long-ass fic I have been outlining I'm going to title it a line from this song but you can't make me choose one yet. It might just be "when the morning comes" but it might end up being "standing here waiting on you". But maybe instead "I went downtown to see my lady". I don't know yet.

Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift

Yeah, yeah Taylor Swift is cringe because she's rich and popular, whatever. I really like the line "if I bleed, you'll be the last to know". If I'm being perfectly honest I already have a document with this title and it is. A sequel to the Irving McMurdo fic. This is an unrequited jopzier song. To Me.

Boat Drinks by Jimmy Buffett

Jesus, this tag game is really exposing me. Cringe is dead though. Whatever. I once read a TAZ: Balance fic called "you pick the century, I'll pick the spot" and I can't listen to this song without thinking about "what the fuck happened to you? you used to be my brother". Anyway. I have been considering making a Terror fanvid set to this. I listen to it lately and envision clips of Crozier drinking and Jopson's death scene and Hickey's "I was trying to get to Hawaii" monologue. Barring that I guess I could hypothetically title a fic "something to keep us all warm". Before I watched the show I was for some reason under the impression that there was... not literally a beach episode but an episode where people were hallucinating they were at the beach??? You know paradoxical undressing as a last stage hypothermia reaction??? I guess I thought it had something to do with that??? Anyway. I don't know that fanfiction is the right medium for the like. Tonal dissonance thing this evokes to me. But also it's modern AU where they die in the snow anyway and they hallucinate a beach episode.

I'm tagging uhhhhh @tigerballoons @croziers-compass @explorersaremadeofhope @paellegere and anybody else who wants to do this.

[chirp-featherfowl]

PREVIEWING: the one where i write fanfiction about a man with a wife and kid

(working title.)

“Ow,” Martyn says, monotone. “Ouch. Ough. Ack.”

Scott reaches up and hits him on the face. “Would you quit it with the dramatics?”

Two thirteen year old boys sit up in a treehouse much too high up to be safe. Rain patters gently on the roof, and water seeps in through the cracks of the old, splintered wood, hitting Scott on the forehead if he dares lean his head back. It smells of mold and 70% alcohol. “Sorry,” Martyn replies. He sits on an old pillow, skinned knee up and facing Scott.

It looks just about how Scott had expected Pearl and Big B’s treehouse to look like. There’s a tattered Wings of Fire poster up on the wall, but upon closer inspection, he can clearly see that it’s just four printed sheets of paper taped together.

Scott presses another one of those alcohol pads up to Martyn’s knee, and he hisses, scooting back just a little bit before a sorry look flashes across his face. Martyn moves back, and Scott expects Jimmy to pop up with a tirade of complaints, but Jimmy is not there. He’s getting his blond boys confused.

That’s what I get for having a crush before reaching high school, Scott thinks.

[lxdymoon0357]

Hello Hello may I request a Jimmy x reader where readdr is obsessed with any tmnt show?Like they could see a video or smth like that abojt them and they are all smiley for the next 15 minutes?

Thank uuu♡

(Me when I see you post frfr)

(I love you too Moki <3333333 TMNT was my whole childhood!)

Tsundere Delinquent Bully:

Jimmy Santos X Reader who has an obsession with TMNT

✥ Jimmy for once, didn't know of your obsession with Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, until he first visited you...all of their merch, funko pops, hoodies, prints, jackets, pins and so much more things ad that is when he realized he will end up in this 'kiddish obsession' (his words not mine!) because what you love he will love eventually... "Goody two-shoes what the fuck.....IS THAT MY GIFT BUT COVERED IN THEIR STICKERS?!" Yes he's mad and jealous.....

✥ Honestly he is surprised at how he didn't notice your obsession earlier, you literally stitched a photo of four of them on your uniform...your bag is COVERED in their pins and you also have bracelets for them?! Was he really that blind? yeah, maybe cause he wasn't staring at that merch, he was staring at you...

✥ Honestly, this grows on him, he finds them cool! Come on! They're tortoises who can talk, behave like humans and are LITERAL NINJAS?! How can anyone not love them?! They're charming as well!!

✥ He notices how when you're upset about getting a bad grade like any other nerd or "Goody two shoes", all he gotta do i shove a TMNT video in your face and you're all smiley for the next 15 minutes like you're high on sugar...

✥ He brings you SO MANY gifts and he likes feeding into your obsession now....He is still very jealous...He knows they're fictional and they're tortoises and ninja tortoises....Okay, no he has every right to be jealous....These creatures too cool...

✥ He is always beside you and whenever he is visiting you, you're doing something like writing a fanfiction, making hella complicated edits, drawing fanarts, making your own merch, selling your merch, earning money, creating alternate universes on them...

✥ Jimmy for the first time realized that you could never have enough things for your favourite shows....And you're very smart for selling things and making money..LET HIM JOIN!

✥ Jimmy is sitting with you on his lap on your bed and you're scrolling through social media and watching their edits 78 times on repeat, and it's a sexy edit, or you're doodling a tmnt thing on his arm, or paper, on your wall, he is a bit concerned....

✥ now Jimmy knows TMNT, he used to watch it as a kid, but only calling them by the names of their eye cover? He never remembered their names...So you often sneak into his house as his S/O to have TMNT marathons and he cannot take his eyes off the screen, not even blinking is allowed, so he puts his hands together and prays you fall asleep quickly...

✥ Sometimes you make him do edits and his respect for those edit and animate has gone through the roof, his fingers have blisters on it, but he guess it's worth it to see you smile and be happy. He is practicing to make better edits, btw....Because he wants to be the one whos edits are your favourite. <333

✥ You will draw so many fanarts or develop alternate universe for the show and he is always there to understand the point of view behind the fanart or the reason why in the alternate universe they work as bakers and how they meet your self insert OCs.....

✥ He is happy you love TMNT so much he will feed into your love for it, but maybe just maybe tone down the obsession a bit? it's scaring him he thinks you're Alex's long-lost twin...

[lastweeksshirttonight]

Apropos of literally nothing besides my weird-ass thought process, Strike Force Five and the K-pop stan behavior I think they might do

Jimmy Kimmel: get into a fistfight over H.O.T. vs Sechskies

Stephen Colbert: get into a fight with Rain over who is more influential teach his military juniors the "Rollin" dance

John Oliver: buy shares of SM to try and influence the direction of their groups

Jimmy Fallon: write 500K-word Jimin/reader fanfiction

Seth Meyers: send protest trucks to demand that all future Enhypen videos, MVs or otherwise, have a bunch of women in them

[judysxnd]

Your gallery dating Jimmy Pop — tour edition

I’m starting with this, I don’t have a lot of pictures of him so it will not be going very far, but if you do, oh pleeeeaase send me some!!!

I am obsessed with him you have no idea, but I am not yet comfortable writing an entire fanfiction about him. Just little preferences like that I think. 😊

Okay but if you have any idea about him also, stuff to write, like how he would act in certain situation, I haven’t quite figured him out yet so please do!!! I don’t bite 😊

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You took this photo in the hotel room. It was in the middle of the night, no one was sleeping, not feeling tired. Too much excitement. It was the first night going on tour, you were all drinking, celebrating the moment, so no one was tired. You eventually went back to each other’s hotel bedroom, trying to calm down as it was very late. You took this picture when you both laid down, talking, joking and such.

On tour again, Brazil this time. You had the chance to go with them and you were very thankful. The concerts were at the end of the day, so between rehearsals you could get in tourist mode and explore the city you were in. You couldn’t be in Rio de Janeiro and not go to the statue. It resulted in this picture. James took one of you too but it ended up to be so blurry that it was useless. You teased him for days that he couldn’t take one decent picture.

One picture for every country you visited on tour. It was the first night you arrived in China (Japan? I can’t determine) . You all drove to the place where the concert would take place to get familiar and ended up exploring the city at night because you were all jet lagged. It was the most fun night you had. You were so tired that not of you could form one sentence without making a mistake, you all sounded drunk as hell, even though you weren’t (a miracle).

This one is on stage. Of course you’re in front, vip spot for being James’ girl. Since you took this picture you cannot live without thinking about it. You love it so much. He is so focused, he is just so hot. The cap (big weakness), it’s just small things all together. You always love seeing him doing what he loves, what he wants, just enjoying his life. And damn, he always looked sexy playing the guitar.

And here we are backstage. You put out the camera to take a picture. You were all sitting around, talking about random stuff. He laughed. “Why are you always taking pictures?” He asked jokingly. “Memories” you always answered. He smiled shyly which resulted with this picture. One of your favorite. (Again the cap omg)

You were at airport, getting frustrated because one of your luggage couldn’t pass for whatever reason. You stayed there for hours, had to take another plane. It was late at night. But as we all know James, he is always making everyone laugh. You were holding the camera in your hand, staring at the people in front of you trying to solve the problem as quickly as possible. James jumped in front of you before making the cheesiest joke just to earn at least a smile from you. “You’re not taking a picture? That’s a memory I want to remember” he joked. You rolled your eyes. He posed like that, so you took this picture. You were going to laugh about it, just not yet.

[welcometojackass2022]

Taking Commissions—Personalized and Kink/Fetish Fics for $10-$15

Figured I’d go ahead and make this official! I’m currently taking commissions. For $10 I’ll write you a personalized smut fic that will be similar to my x reader fics except instead of the reader, you get to choose the name, personality traits and characteristics of the main character; you can use yourself, an OC, anything you want as specifically detailed as you want. You can also choose to have another canon character or person used instead of yourself or an OC (for example, a Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy fic instead of a Harry Potter x Reader fic). I’m also taking commissions for hardcore kink and fetish fics for $15, which can also be personalized upon request. Continue reading for more details!

Fandoms I Take Commissions For:

Jackass (Johnny Knoxville, Dave England, Danger Ehren, Chris Pontius, Steve-O, Bam Margera, Ryan Dunn, Wee Man, Preston Lacy, Stephanie Hodge, Jeff Tremaine, Spike Jonze, Rachel Wolfson, Poopies, Zach Holmes, Jasper Dolphin, Eric Manaka)

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Shameless (most characters, just ask upon request)

Jimmy Pop and Evil Jared from Bloodhound Gang

Ville Valo from HIM

Any character from Haggard or Minghags

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Peep Show (Mark and Jeremy)

IT Crowd (Moss, Jen, Roy, Douglas, Richmond)

Peaky Blinders (most characters, just ask upon request)

Slipknot (all members)

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Pretty much any British comedian featured on Would I Lie To You, Taskmaster, Big Fat Quiz, 8 Out of 10 Cats, 8 Out of 10 Cats Does Countdown, and Mock the Week

Dead Poets Society (any of the main guys honestly, I’m not picky)

Inbetweeners (most main characters and Mr. Gilbert)

Umbrella Academy (most main characters, ask upon request)

Types of Personalized Fics I’ll Write ($10 Per Fic, $15 if Hardcore Kinks and Fetishes are involved)

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Angst

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Song fics

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Hardcore BDSM (bondage, dom/sub dynamics, mild pain play, punishments, use of gags, sex toys, and bondage gear, etc)

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Note: Extremely gross fetishes like scat, farting, armpits, etc are a possibility but you’ll have to make a pretty decent offer, definitely more than $15. Pedophilia, Bestiality, and kinks involving explicit torture/mutilation or murder are out, no matter what you offer.

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[bjfinn]

Last night I finally watched Foul Play -- the episode with Alex Brightman. In it he plays Jimmy Pop, the ever-so-slightly unhinged host of a Big Brother-style reality TV show, who's trying to keep the cameras rolling despite the fact that "nothing's going on outside" except for the end of the world as we know it. It's a delightfully insane show, with some wonderfully over-the-top performances.

Anyway, this is a story about what might have happened to Jimmy after the cameras stopped rolling.

THE EGG-MAN

(or, I'm Fine, You're Fine, Everything's Fine)

"You do realise that there was no zombie apocalypse, don't you, Jimmy?"

"No, of course there wasn't," Jimmy said, chuckling. He looked at the doctor, but his gaze, as always, was unfocussed, as if he wasn't actually seeing her. "It was all a ruse -- we simply told the contestants that there had been a zombie apocalypse to stir things up. For the ratings."

Doctor Hannah Bartholomew looked at him. "We've been over this -- there was no show. You had a --"

"If I may ask, doctor -- if it was all just my imagination, who killed Tamryn Brown?" He sat back in the chair, a pleasant smile on his face. A smile that had been cultivated for the cameras. A smile that said I'm fine, you're fine, everything's fine.

"It was Dorinda Duloc, wasn't it?" He chuckled softly. "Of course it was -- she confessed on camera. Frankly, I was as surprised as anyone. I had started to believe that it was Paula -- though of course I kept my suspicions to myself."

"Tamryn and Dorinda don't exist, and neither does Paula -- none of the 'contestants' do. The show wasn't real. You had a psychotic break, Jimmy, and your late-night talk show was cancelled."

"Please, doctor," Jimmy said pleasantly, but he was clearly distressed -- the two halves of his unibrow knitted together above the bridge of his nose as he straightened his non-existent tie. "I've told you -- Jimmy F. Pop is just a persona. My real name is Alex Brightman, a character I've played for years."

"Alex Brightman is a Broadway actor," the doctor told him. "He was a guest on your talk show the night you had your psychotic break -- you attacked him."

"But why would I do such a thing, doctor? Attack one of my guests? I may be a narcissist -- I was diagnosed with narcissism a few months ago -- but I'm not a violent man. In fact, I'm a pacifist. A pacifist narcissist -- a narci-pacifist, if you will. Or a paci-narcissist." He narrowed his eyes as he tried to decide on the proper term.

In reply, Doctor Bartholomew turned on the TV and cued the recording of "Pop Goes the Night". She fast forwarded to just before the incident. "Let's watch, shall we?"

Jimmy leaned forward, intently watching the video. Watching himself.

On the screen, Jimmy was sitting at a desk in front of a projection of the New York skyline. "Let's welcome our next guest, star of stage and screen ... Alex Brightman!"

Alex came out and shook hands with Jimmy, and sat in the chair next to the desk.

"First of all," Jimmy said, "may I say -- it's an honour to have you, one of Broadway's brightest lights, here tonight."

"Thank you, it's a pleasure to be here," Alex replied. "I'm a big fan of the show."

Doctor Bartholomew skipped ahead a few minutes. She glaced at Jimmy -- he was clearly entranced by his own on-screen presence, copying his own movements, but she noted that he seemed equally interested in Alex Brightman.

"Now, Alex," Jimmy said, "as I'm sure you know, you have many fans who are smitten with you -- I, myself, am one of them."

Alex's eyebrows rose as he smiled, surprised.

"Oh, yes -- it's true," Jimmy went on. "I'm quite smitten. You're a very attractive man, Alex, and I'm very attracted to you."

"That's, uh ... that's very nice of you to say, Jimmy. You're quite an attractive man yourself -- but I'm married. To a woman."

"Yes, of course," Jimmy reassured him. "I know that, and I would never do anything to jeopardise your marriage. I, myself, am currently dating a lovely young woman -- who shall remain nameless, of course -- for the past six months. So you see, everything's fine. Nothing at all unusual going on."

"That's wonderful, Jimmy -- congratulations!"

The audience, unseen, applauded.

"Thank you, Alex," Jimmy said. "So you see, for a man such as myself -- who is definitely not gay -- to say such a thing to another man such as yourself ..."

"It's quite an honour," Alex replied with a nod.

"For both of us," Jimmy said, chuckling. He dabbed gently at his throat with a handkerchief. The man in Dr Bartholomew's office did the same, but with an imaginary handkerchief.

"I apologise," the one in the video said. "The studio lights make it quite warm. But as I was saying, when two men such as ourselves find each other attractive -- as we do, Alex -- sometimes it can cause rumours to spread."

Alex nodded.

"And if those rumours are unfounded -- as any such about the two of us would be, for example -- it can be detrimental to their careers, wouldn't you agree?"

"Of course," Alex said.

Jimmy stopped suddenly. "I'm sorry," he said. "I don't recall where I was going with this ... the train has left the station without me, as they say. You're so very attractive that I ... but I'm fine ..."

"We all lose track sometimes," Alex said. "It happens."

"It does, doesn't it?" Jimmy agreed. He looked at Alex. "I -- I want to kiss you."

"Uhh ..."

"I'm sorry," Jimmy said, flustered. He picked up a pen, put it down again.

The man in the doctor's office reached for one of the pens on her desk, but she moved it out of his reach.

"My apologies, Alex -- you're a happily married man, and I'm in a relationship. I shouldn't have said that -- I never meant to say that. It's just that ... when I look at you, I -- I can't help myself."

Suddenly Jimmy leapt up and tackled his guest. Alex's chair tipped over, and the two men landed on the stage, grappling fiercely -- Jimmy trying desperately to kiss Alex, Alex trying just as desperately to get away.

The scene was replaced with a sign that read WE ARE EXPERIENCING TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES PLEASE STAND BY.

Doctor Bartholomew turned off the video.

"You were brought here to Bellevue immediately afterward," she said. "Ranting about how you and Alex were meant to be together, and also about how you were Alex Brightman -- we had to sedate you.

"Alex, meanwhile, was taken to the hospital -- luckily, he wasn't injured."

"I'm very glad to hear that," Jimmy said.

"And luckily for you, he's said that he won't be pressing charges."

"He's a good man," Jimmy said. "It's more than I deserve. Will you thank him for me?"

"I'll relay the message," the doctor said.

"Thank you."

"Now --"

"If I may, doctor," Jimmy interrupted. "But do you see a resemblance between Alex and myself? Surely you will agree that we look a great deal alike."

Doctor Bartholomew nodded. "Yes, you do, Jimmy," she acknowledged. "But --"

"In fact, wouldn't you agree that we look so much alike, Alex and I, that we could in fact be the same person?"

"A person cannot be in two places at once," Doctor Bartholomew pointed out. "Alex was a guest on your show -- you were both on camera at the same time."

"But surely you are aware that it's easy to create such a scenario on screen."

"Yes, but there was a live audience -- they saw you and Alex together on set."

"Alex and I together," Jimmy sighed. "Such a lovely combination of words. Together -- as one. For we are one, Alex and I. One and the same. I am he and he is me." He sighed again, smiling. "Koo-koo-ka-joob."

"Jimmy --"

"As far as what the live audience saw, there's an equally simple explanation."

"Which is?"

"A stunt double," Jimmy told her. "Yes, a man who looks just like me. He came on the show pretending to be Alex Brightman." He stuck his little finger in his ear, moved it around a bit, and then he pulled it out, gave it a sniff and touched it to his tongue.

"And why would someone do that?"

"Well, we hired him, of course -- to maintain the ruse that Alex and I are not the same person. Even though we are." Jimmy took a breath and straightened his imaginary tie again. "We had to do it, you see -- to quash the rumours."

"The rumours?"

"The rumours that Alex and I are the same person. It would have been detrimental to both our -- my -- careers."

"Your careers as both a talk show host and Broadway actor."

"It would have been disastrous."

"I'm curious -- how do you manage two such demanding careers?"

"It is difficult, certainly -- the constant rehearsals, guest appearances ... it takes it's toll. That's why I came here, to this lovely spa -- I need some time to ... recuperate. Some down time, if you will."

"I see."

"But unfortunately, I won't be able to stay for very much longer -- I'll be starring in a new show at the Winter Garden in just a few weeks, and ..."

"A new show? What's it called?"

"The ... the name seems to escape me at the moment. It's quite disconcerting. But everything is fine -- I'll just have to check later. Or perhaps it'll come back to me. So you see, everything's fine. I'm fine," he replied. "Nothing at all to worry about."

"Well, I hope it does well," the doctor said, humouring him.

"Will you come to opening night?" he asked. "It would be so lovely to see you there -- I'll reserve two tickets for you and a friend, shall I?"

"That would be very nice, thank you," she said. "But for now, let's talk some more about the incident with Alex."

"He's a wonderful kisser, did you know that?" Jimmy put a hand on his chest. "Such a lovely man, too. He recently proposed to me, you know."

"He did?"

"Just last night -- I was as surprised as you are!" Jimmy said. "After all, it's not every day that two straight men get married. Especially when one of them is in a committed relationship with a woman, and the other is already happily married to another woman."

"No," the doctor replied. "It's certainly unusual."

"And it's even more unusual when they're the same person."

"I'd say it's ... unique."

"But Alex and I are meant to be together, so everything's fine." He looked at her with the same unfocussed gaze. "Will you come to the wedding?"

"I -- I'd love to," she told him. "But I'll have to check my schedule, of course."

"Splendid!" Jimmy said, smiling happily.

"And speaking of schedules, I'm afraid our time is up -- I have another patient to see. I'll have Miranda take you back to your room." She pressed a button on the intercom. The door to the office opened and in came a young Hispanic woman.

"Miranda," Doctor Bartholomew said, "would you take Mr Pop back to his room and send in the next patient, please?"

"Sí, señora," Miranda replied. "Come, Señor Pop," she said as he got to his feet. "I take you to your room now, okay?"

Jimmy turned to the doctor as Miranda took him gently by the arm. "Thank you -- it was lovely to talk to you. I hope you'll come back on the show again soon."

"Thank you, Jimmy."

As Miranda led Jimmy out, Doctor Bartholomew sighed and shook her head. She had her work cut out for her with that one.

[practically-an-x-man]

1, 4, 6, 10 for Heart in Your Hands and/or Catch and Release?

Ooh thank you!!!

Answers under the cut for space :D

1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

HIYH: We're really just getting started so that's hard to answer at the moment... I guess I wanted to play with perspectives a little more, contrasting Lars' modern and scientific worldview with Jimmy's more historic but curious perspective. And I wanted to take a few tropes, like the "true love's kiss" trope, and revamp them in a way that I found more appealing.

C&R: Hm... I think my main goal in this one was themes of grief and family, which I think I accomplished, but I also wanted to play around with this grief-stricken, somewhat guarded antihero character since that was a perspective I hadn't touched quite as much with my other characters. And I had just seen No Way Home three times in theaters and I wanted desperately to try and fit my own character into that world to the point that people would start to forget she wasn't really there in the movie.

4: What’s your favorite line of dialogue?

HIYH: Again, not much of a pool to pick from yet, but... this interaction was one of the first that popped into my head, and I just think it's so funny:

“You’re… shockingly normal.” Lars blurted, unable to help himself.  “You’re shockingly British.” the spirit responded, baring him another of those little half-smiles, “Where’ve you taken me, stranger?”

C&R: Oooh, there are a lot of lines to pick from here, I really love Olly's sharp wit. I could write a whole essay on her entrance into the battle with Charybdis, but instead I'm gonna go with this line from the fight on Lady Liberty:

“You like hip-hop? Or is jazz more your style?” Max taunted, lifting his hands. Argonaut kept her eyes on his palms, waiting for a spark. Even as she did, her mouth was running. “I prefer tango.” she said calmly, the only warning before her actuators came flying out at him. One claw slammed him mercilessly into the scaffolding, the resulting screech of metal on metal almost enough to make her wince. With two claws still anchoring her, the fourth and final spiraled outwards, reaching for the reactor glued to his chest. Argonaut grinned. “You had it coming.”

It's the combination of her mouth running on its own, automatically firing off these sharp quips about fighting-as-dancing and all that, while inwardly she's distracted by Peter's good-luck kiss and promise to take her to a Broadway show when everything's over (the "you had it coming" is a reference to the Cell Block Tango from Chicago)

6: What makes this fic special or different from all your other fics?

HIYH: It's got a lighter overall tone than my other fics, and it's going to stay there. The darkest this one will get is the canon events in Frozen Empire, and even that's brief. Currently Heartstrings is a little fluffier than this one overall, but Heartstrings is gonna have some killer angst once we get to it.

C&R: It's the closest I get to a crossover fic. Usually I stick to one canon or universe, and I am still sticking to the general world of Spider-Man in this one, but we get surprise appearances from Hobie, references to Spiderverse's LYLA, and of course all the multiverse-jumping in No Way Home itself. I have to say, it's a BEAST to keep track of, but I think it's paid off.

10: Why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

HIYH: I knew I wanted to write for Lars since he seemed like a really neat character (and he's kinda cute ngl), and while his sexuality isn't ever stated or even hinted at in the movie as far as I could tell, I think his character works well as a gay man and I really wanted to explore the dynamic between his modern view on queerness compared to Jimmy's hidden-in-life/brave-in-death approach.

C&R: I've been a longtime fan of Andrew Garfield's Peter Parker, and I wanted to look at this, like... "two ships passing in the night" sort of romance as brought on by the multiverse. And he's super super bi, so I wanted to give him a partner who is equally bi and have them both be open about those past relationships.

In general, I tend to build my OCs to complement the canon characters, so I can explore some really neat character dynamics and relationships. That's also why I like writing OC x Canon rather than fully canon-character or fully OC ships most of the time, it allows me to build one character as a tool to explore whatever dynamic I want to capture with the other, like an extended character study. It's the challenge of keeping the canon character(s) reasonably accurate to their source material, while putting them into situations where they're interacting with someone completely new.

[sailoreuterpe]

First Line Ask Game! Rules: List the first lines of the last ten stories you published (or works in progress if you’re feeling brave lol). See if you or others notice any patterns!

(For this game, I included the first paragraph of each fanfiction. I skipped any fandom ship week stories or else more than half of my list would have been just those. I also completely missed “A Commit-y of Marriers” on my first rundown so I’ve included that work as a bonus. ACoM the only fanfiction on my list that’s still ongoing, so it can be its own little category.)

Billy carries the dog off into the field, fully intending to take care of the problem. Fast and kindly. Free Miss Longabaugh of the worry. She has enough on her plate without the others complaining. - The Guy Who Got Flustered

Now what should we do?” Mamoru asks the other brunette as the crystal door silently slides shut behind Usagi. Seiya looks over at him, zer eyes narrowed. The grin on zer face is positively ecstatic and a little manic. Mamoru groans softly. “Seiya, no.” - When Usagi’s Not Home

The next time that Teddy sees his navy buddies, Bob and Linda do hold his hands. In fact, Linda is the one to grab Teddy’s hand first, deliberately and with a smile that glints a little feral. Bob is less showy–of course; it’s Bob–but his grip is no less tight. - I Wanna (Cargo) Hold Your Hand

Jimmy isn’t Linda. Even if he wasn’t such a fucking asshole and an egotistical shithead, he wouldn’t be Linda. Linda is–was…was– - He Isn’t You and that Cuts Me Through

Teddy knows that the Belchers love him. He’s known since before Bob and Linda even started dating him; even when Teddy could have never dreamed that they might love him romantically, he still knew that the whole family cared about him as their friend. They’re all so awesome that they can smash through Teddy’s significant insecurities...most days. - Unforgettable, Too

Louise notices the change first. She’s had Chloe in a headlock for long enough that the redhead should be passed out. Chloe, for her part, is still too angry to care that her perfectly-painted talons aren’t doing shit to Louise. Not any more. And they aren't even breaking on Louise's skin like usual. - Fate and Sole-Mates

The feel of Linda’s calloused hands on Teddy’s bare back isn’t sexy. Sure, he’s had a very minor, very tiny crush on his friend for some time. But right now, there’s nothing titillating about Linda’s hands on his skin as she stabilizes herself against him to draw a bad tattoo design to show to his mother. - Your Hands on My Back (They Give Me a Heart Attack)

Tina assumes that her first date with Zeke will be pretty similar to her first–official–date with Jimmy Junior. And every subsequent first date in Tina’s life. - Let’s Give ‘em Something to Taco ‘Bout

Louise sends Logan a selfie, spread out on the bed, in nothing but her shorts and beanie. There’s a bottle of beer in her hand and various snacks conspicuously placed. Specifically things that Logan hates (like her weird Japanese candy that costs an arm and a leg at the import store). - Girl'z Staycation

Jimmy Junior is awkward and weird. So is Tina. He dances out his emotions. Tina writes out hers. Jimmy Junior can be blunt and kind of mean. Tina gets called out for saying stuff out loud that apparently she’s not even supposed to think. - Quirky Turkey and Peculiar Pig

They woke up as if it were any other day. Linda’s eyes popped open and she grinned, but none of that was special. Most dawns saw Linda Belcher grinning and greeting the sun, her ability to see the best in every moment only occasionally dampened by too much alcohol or life-threatening emergencies. - A Commit-y of Marriers

Alright, here are some general observations. I’m glad to see the spread of fandoms, including one of my oldest, one of my newest, and one that I’m not really in but the material called to me. I only wish that I had a "Pacific Rim" story more recently. I’m pleased to see a range of “Bob’s Burgers” ships (two each for Bob, Tina, and Louise) although I need to write more Gene ship-work. The poor guy doesn’t get enough love in my writing. Many of these pieces are gifts, which makes me smile. I really do love my polyamory, lol. I need to finish the next chapter of ACoM, but I’m having minor writer’s block about a specific scene. Once I’m over that hurdle, the chapter will flow fine. Finally, I enjoy writing in the first-person present tense.

[sailorspica]

hiiiii

i'm kat and also answer to spica! i sometimes make gifs and publish canon x canon fanfiction, but these days i mostly selfship and support others who do—mutuals, inquire after the deranged 50k katken epic. rare posts in tagalog or русский.

things i'm into

animanga – sailor moon, attack on titan, naoki urasawa's monster, one piece, dungeon meshi, nana, fruits basket, k-on!, liz and the blue bird / sound! euphonium, kids on the slope, madoka magica, blood+

live action tv – lots of k-dramas but especially beyond evil, 손 the guest, mr. queen, rookie historian goo hae-ryeong, her private life; fallout, justified, succession, nuwho, asoiaf

music – only k-pop ggs, nick cave & the bad seeds + the birthday party, japanese breakfast, taylor swift, david bowie, jimmy webb, tom waits, joni mitchell, yvette young, snail mail, lucy dacus, chappell roan, ethel cain, mitski, jay som, luna li

hobbies – knitting, bread baking, medieval astrology, medieval christianity, guitar, mechanical keyboards, linux

currently (re)watching

one piece

атака титанов studioband dub

doctor who s8–9

links

ao3 bsky l.fm