#LM: fic

[lady-murderess]

𝑪𝑨𝑻 𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑪𝑼𝑹𝑺𝑬𝑺

I saw @yangyangchuu had posted about an AU interaction between Tyler and Wednesday as a cat and I couldn't help but write a one shot and put a little edit together for it.

You can have a little peek at it and the rest will be on my AO3 which will be linked at the bottom of this post.

As soon as Wednesday had entered the coffee shop, Tyler's eyes had shot towards the door instantly as he noticed those familiar black fluffy ears, suddenly making the decision to hastily finish dealing with the only customer he served, make a quad in a small cup, and immediately declare to his colleague who stood beside him that he was going on his break, going to her with a spring in his step.

As Wednesday sat by the window, she barely looked at him as he sat himself down opposite her. She was far too busy analysing the book she'd brought with her, her tail swishing calmly as she focused. The lack of acknowledgement caused him to awkwardly smooth the dark red apron that he wore as a part of his uniform. So, with a clearing of his throat, Tyler slowly pushed the paper cup across the table towards her to get her attention, and that's when those soulless dark brown eyes of hers finally looked up from her book to meet his gaze. "You know, if you keep giving me free quads, you'll eventually end up in trouble with your boss." She stated with a slight furrow of her left brow, those soft cat ears of hers lowering just a little.

Read the rest here.

[la-muerta]

SH Spooky Fics Self-rec for Halloween

Shadowhunters edition first (because that's what I have the most of lol)

Monsters [Read on Ao3]; Rated E, ~93.7k words, SPN-verse AU, Lightwoods as hunters, Prince of Hell Magnus ---

Salem [Read on Ao3]; Rated E, ~61.4k words, College AU, modern witches, SE Asian magic & Salem Witch Trials ---

The Haunting of Blackthorn House - Part 1: Red Door on the Right [Read on Ao3]; Rated E, ~32k words - Part 2: The Secrets of Blackthorn House [Read on Ao3]; Rated E, ~28k words ---

Alexa/Alexander [Read on Ao3]; Rated E, ~3.7k words, Major Character Death; Magnus loses his husband in a car accident – but the ones we love never truly leave us. ---

Black Dog [Read on Ao3]; Rated T, ~1.8k words; Magnus Bane, a travelling demon hunter, wanders into a town that is being terrorised by a monstrous phantom dog. ---

The Lighthouse on Lightwood Island [Read on Ao3]; Rated T, 614 words, Major Character Death; A strange lighthouse stands alone at the far end of Lightwood Island. ---

The Goddess [Read on Ao3]; Rated T, ~4.1k words; Fearless explorer Maia teams up with a slightly shady sorcerer in an attempt to beat the Lightwood siblings to the lost temple of the dancing goddess. ---

Bloody Mary [Read on Ao3]; Rated T, ~1.6k words, Major Character Death; Clary hadn't planned to fall in love with the ghost in the mirror. ---

Sharp Teeth [Read on Ao3]; Rated T, 810 words, Major Character Death; Jace convinces Simon to explore an abandoned old house on their first date. ---

Afterschool Special [Read on Ao3]; Rated T, ~2.9k words, Major Character Death; School legend tells of seven haunted spots in Idris Academy. What better night than Halloween to find out if all the stories are true? ---

what is yours will find you [Read on Ao3]; Rated E, 17k words, Modern with magic, Human-ish AU, Alec with magic ---

the treachery of beautiful things [Read on Ao3]; Rated E, 44.6k words, Major Character Undeath, Vampire AU, Indonesian folklore ---

swirling black lilies, totally ripe [Read on Ao3]; Rated E, 6.6k words, Magnus is a God, Indonesian folklore ---

Definitely Not Haunted (Anymore) [Read on Ao3]; Rated E, ~50.4k words, Fluff & Horror, haunted house meet-cute, case fic, Indonesian folklore

[tennessoui]

it’s like baby gorl there’s no way I, the author who wrote the fic you’re commenting on and who is the intended audience for this comment, am gonna agree with you 😿🙏 some things can just stay on your chest 🙏

[kupo-theincendiary]

my miraculous ocs! some of them, i realise i forgot to draw jinans family

left to right: charles, jinan, charlotte, lara

jinans the main character of these four and i don't know how to draw charlotte yet

click for better quality

[shitpostingfromthebarricade]

I was talking with a friend about the canon named women of Les Mis and decided to experiment to see who those are according to Les Mis fanworks.

Behold: your top ten women of Les Mis.

[angelpuns]

Sometimes when I reread Kid Leo - like EARLY Kid Leo it's so bad and I have the very far away feeling that it was written by someone else, cause in my head I'm like ' I can write way better than that!' but I'm sure I will also feel this way when I reread the current Kid Leo pages :/

[alohaasaloevera]

I have coined Dear Reader as the second Klance Bible. Literally have never been so excited when a fic updates. November 30, 2022, I saw this little cool fic with an interesting premise and it literally was like a new restaurant around the corner which has the BEST food you have ever consumed but no one really goes to eat there since it’s mainly unknown, and then people start going there and more and more and more until it’s considered a household name. Really happy for heavily_caffeinated because DAMN THEIR WRITING IS SUCH BANGER. So bangerful. Dare I say bangerlicious.

I actually had a dream about it 💀💀💀. It also was one of the reasons I decided to get an ao3 account in the first place.

ALL HAIL DEAR READER. It’s gonna be a while until we get a fic that’s as BANGER as this one.

What if ColeyDoesThings makes a video analysis on this??? OH MY LM & JDS GUYS WHAT IF SHE DOES???

ALL HAIL DEAR READER

ALL HAIL DEAR READER

ALL HAIL DEAR READER

ALL HAIL DEAR READER

ALL HAIL DEAR READER

ALL HAIL DEAR READER

[secretmellowblog]

I love how Javert has this deep emotional overwrought emotional breakdown over letting Jean Valjean go, like it’s the most important thing that’s ever happened to him in his life and it’s shattered his entire philosophy and view on the world and etc etc

But Jean Valjean’s response is just an indifferent “huh I guess Javert went crazy. Weird. But this might as well happen. Anyway moving on—“

Moreover, Jean Valjean knew that he was delivered from Javert. The story had been told in his presence, and he had verified the fact in the Moniteur, how a police inspector named Javert had been found drowned under a boat belonging to some laundresses, between the Pont au Change and the Pont-Neuf, and that a writing left by this man, otherwise irreproachable and highly esteemed by his superiors, pointed to a fit of mental aberration and a suicide.—“In fact,” thought Jean Valjean, “since he left me at liberty, once having got me in his power, he must have been already mad.”

It’s also fascinating how Javert is acting “sane” for the first time in his life— making decisions that he actually thinks through deeply, having empathy for people— but he gets labeled as insane by both his superiors and by Jean Valjean.

Though it’s also fascinating, as I mentioned before, how this is both a parallel to Javert’s reaction at Jean Valjean’s supposed “drowning” earlier on and a reflection of the way Hugo learned about the drowning of his own daughter via reading a newspaper.

Neither Jean Valjean or Javert express any grief when they learn the other has drowned—-but it’s compelling that “learning someone you know has drowned via the newspaper” was actually taken from such a deeply horrible emotional painful moment in Hugo’s life. There’s a deep poignant grief there, but it’s not one that Jean Valjean or Javert ever actually feel.

[margarethelstone-2]

...so about that little mermaid au... 🧜🏻‍♀️ 💜

[syrupsyche]

Another favourite quote day! I can't write anything better than what cliozaur and dolphin has written but I'll throw in my meager two cents:

All of Enjolras' "named" kills are always done in response to the death(s) of the men around him, thus embodying the whole concept of Justice; only killing when he has to. And every time he does it, it pains him more.

"He might be your brother" / "He is" line can be talked about forever and ever til the end of time; a direct reference to Hugo's previous mention of:

Civil war—what does that mean? Is there a foreign war? Is not all war between men, war between brothers? (4.13.3)

I don't think I have to point out the similarities in the language comparing the artillery sergeant to Enjolras: blond, mid-20s, a "charming young man" who are both capable of violence. He is practically shooting himself then; an even bigger foreshadowing of his fate. And Combeferre trying to dissuade him; I'm not entirely sure why he puts Enjolras through such a sad moral dilemma- perhaps he's facing the same one himself and is just trying to convince both of them that it did not be done? (After all, "the good must be innocent".) Alas, what is necessary must be done, and only Enjolras has the strength to do it, even when it (literally) kills him to.

[iilmunchkiin]

THIS IS TARGETED TO A SPECIFIC ANON.

I KNOW WHAT A PROSHIP IS AND THATS WHY I WROTE "PROSHIPPERS DNI" IN MY STRAWPAGE.

I DO NOT WANT TO SEE NOR FUCKING READ ANYTHING RELATED TO THAT PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

[lady-murderess]

I hate you, Tyler Galpin.

SUMMARY

After the betrayal of Tyler Galpin, Wednesday Addams finds it extremely hard to cope.

SNIPPET

When it came to Tyler Galpin, Wednesday Addams couldn't help but be very strongly opinionated. Just one mention of him and her blood instantly boiled, her eyes would harden, her lips would purse and there would be such a dangerous scowl on her face. It was almost comical how hearing that name alone started a fire within her, a rage that would push her to the edge of spiralling out of control.

READ THE REST HERE

[la-muerta]

ART PROMPT for "Murder at the New York institute" by @themagnusbane

Pull out the Cluedo board they said. It would be fun to play they said. Nothing could possibly happen on Samhain they said. And now, Magnus and Alec, Clary and Izzy, Simon and Jace have been pulled into an alternate New York Institute, with no powers, no idea what has caused it, or who has brought them there. Oh. And there’s been a murder. Except, can you kill a dead man twice? And can Valentine Morgenstern just SHUT THE FUCK UP!

[Read it on AO3]

This artwork was created for the Shadowhunters Reverse Bang 2024: Presented by the @malecdiscordserver.

[quicktimeeventfull]

talking endlessly about my own fic hours. shut your eyes if you want absolutely zero spoilers for stay. more on this in pt 2 but the bpd tag on that fic is for both light and L.

[marthamaewhovier]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Ayyy now that I’m not being weirdly secretive about what I’m writing—which, why have I started doing that?? I can say what today’s snippet is from, which is Evan Buckley, Last Man on Earth (working title)

No one’s tagged me, and it’s early, so I’m kicking things off this weekend since I actually have something to share (CW for descriptions of a deadly pandemic, NOT Covid, but feels important to warn for regardless)

And then, about two weeks in, the station alarm stops its nearly incessant ringing. Buck and the two other firefighters that haven’t yet gotten sick or just flat out left don’t get a single call for hours. Deluca reckons either no one’s calling for help anymore, or likelier, that there’s no one left at dispatch to route the calls to them.

Deluca’s eyes are rimmed in red, and so are the other guy’s—a firefighter from a different shift whose name Buck doesn’t know, and whose name he can’t bring himself to ask now. Buck pretends they’re red from lack of sleep, or unshed tears rather than the first sign of infection.

He shakes both their hands anyway when they all come to the silent but unanimous decision to leave. Buck gave up worrying about how it spreads a week ago—he either has it by now or he doesn’t, and if he doesn’t, he will eventually.

Tagging! @fiona-fififi @transboybuckley @devirnis @elvensorceress @rewritetheending @eddiebabygirldiaz @sibylsleaves @gayhoediaz @clusterbuck @loserdiaz @homerforsure @colonoscopys @911onabc @eowon @giddyupbuck

[autumnrose11]

I wrote my first The Blue Castle fanfic! One-shot. It isn't much, but I hope you enjoy :)

***

If there was one thing Valancy loved on earth, it was long walks alone with Barney. 

She adored trotting beside him, his hand in hers as he pointed out a fern here, or a daisy there; the sound of his voice, his laughter that tinkled like golden bells, the way his eyes sparkled when the light caught them. 

One such evening found them strolling together round the edge of Mistawis Lake. Valancy had a basket of berries on her arm, and it swung merrily as they stepped over stray pebbles and weeds and grasses. The sky was stained with a rosy light tinged with saffron and amber, and in the quiet of the twilight the waves shone with an aquamarine radiance. Barney’s arm was around her shoulders, and hers round his waist, and as the thrushes chirped in the bushes and the frogs gurgled and a sweet wind cooled her cheeks, Valancy felt there never had been a pleasanter evening in all her life. 

“Do you know, Moonlight,” Barney murmured, guiding her deftly over a rock, “you can catch tadpoles just round this time of year, if the water’s quite warm?”

Valancy looked back at him in surprise. 

“Can you?” 

“Should be easy enough,” Barney said. “We can’t take any back with us — we haven’t any jars or nets or anything — but it would be fun to simply try.” 

“John Foster says,” began Valancy. But Barney had swung round already with an exasperated sigh and was walking quickly towards the rim of the lake. Blue-green woven with ephemeral light, the waves lapping tenderly at their grassy edges. The sound was calmer and more soothing and gentle than any Valancy had ever known — bar the ones of Barney’s kisses and his soft breathing while he lay in her arms. 

“Barney, wait!” Valancy hurried after him, and watched him take off his socks and shoes and dip his long fingers in the water, moving his hand through it, the ripples resounding. 

Barney turned and beckoned to her. She gingerly slipped over and set down the basket of berries, and he helped her over to his side, crouching over the edge of the lake. 

“There,” he said, pointing. “Do you see?” 

And Valancy did see. Tiny black wriggling creatures, writhing beneath the waves, whole clusters of them moving together, twisting and turning in the limpid water. Barney thrust his hand in and scooped up a triad of excited little fellows, jumping about in his palm. He laughed and let them go. 

“Now you try, Moonlight,” he said. 

Valancy put out her hand. The water felt deliciously warm against her pale skin. She felt the tadpoles against her flesh — wet and slimy and unlike anything she’d ever touched before but somehow so new, and not at all unpleasant. 

With a surprised “Oh!” she lost her hold of them, and the little things escaped. Barney chuckled quietly. 

“Try again. Cup your hand, like this,” he said, showing her. 

She did. And lost them again, with a great deal of giggling from them both. Barney kissed her cheek softly, his eyes glistening with something like affection. 

“I’m going to get them this time,” Valancy said resolutely, amidst her continued laughter, “I really am.” 

And so unwavering was her conviction that she leaned in to scoop up the tadpoles in her palm as Barney had done so quickly and easily — only too far in, for all at once she lost her balance, and would have fallen clean in if Barney hadn’t caught hold of her arm with a — “Valancy — honey!” 

He pulled her back quickly.  She only had a tiny graze on her palm from trying to steady herself, and it had brushed a jagged rock rather roughly.  

“Are you alright?” he asked, quite visibly worried. 

Valency nodded. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have —” She could see him reproaching himself. Barney took her palm that had been injured, and very gently lifted it to his lips. His hand touched her face; stroking, caressing. 

And then his lips were upon hers, soft and hot and wonderful. They kissed in the falling dusk while the first stars blossomed and the silver birches rustled and crimson slowly faded to purple and the air grew imperceptibly more chill. 

And the tadpoles wriggled away, forgotten.