#Polyship fic

[sysig]

Softly, slowly, I want to love you anyway (Patreon)

[yinyuedijun]

man I thought writing that would free me from my wbk curse, but it only ended up setting up the characterization for suo/reader/sakura pwp thoughts . someone kill me

[gemharvest]

RGB idea GF wiping the floor with BF and Pico in Uno even if they team up against her (she's eating the cards)

"Uno!"

"Jesus Christ, Gee, this is the third game in a row. There's no way you're that lucky." Pico gestured to the girl, holding nine cards in his hand.

"You're just a sore loser." Girlfriend said with a small laugh. "Besides, it's not my fault Biff keeps hitting you with draw fours."

Upon being called out, Boyfriend just gave a toothy smile and shrugged. Pico stared daggers at him; at the both of them.

"It's just starting to feel suspicious, that's all." The ginger grumbled, shaking his head.

"Ska be d'bop."

"Don't you start too-"

A few more moves, and Girlfriend placed down her last card. The game officially over, Boyfriend took the cards to reshuffle for a new one. He hesitated for a moment, then looked at the stack more carefully.

"Ba bo..?" Pico looked over at the cards as well, then furrowed his brows.

"Yeah, I swear the stack keeps getting smaller each game. We're not losing cards, are we?"

Girlfriend felt a bit anxious at the boys' observation, though was able to hold a perfect poker face.

Truth be told, she wasn't that good, or even lucky, at Uno.

What gave her that winning streak? Well, her boys would get distracted easily; staring into their cards with a bit too much focus or giving their phones a quick check when it wasn't their turn. In these brief moments, she would slip a card into her mouth and eat it.

Probably not the smartest idea; though much like Boyfriend, she wasn't really known for them. It was only a couple cards a game, and neither boy paid enough attention to the others' card counts to even notice. As long as she could get away with it, she'd do it.

"It doesn't look that small? Maybe we misplaced a few cards last time we played."

Pico raised an eyebrow at her, but didn't seem to have any desire to argue.

"Maybe, I guess I'll have to keep an eye out the next time I clean."

Nice, they're still none the wiser.

Boyfriend nodded at the pair, before splitting the deck to shuffle. After a few passes, he set the deck face-down, smiling at his work; the boy probably enjoyed shuffling the deck more than actually playing the game.

Cards were dealt, and a new game began. Pico seemed to be putting an effort into paying more attention, so Girlfriend had to go quite a few turns without pulling her trick.

Eventually, his eyes turned to his own cards. Girlfriend waited a moment, making sure he was truly focused while Boyfriend agonized over what card to play himself, before carefully slipping one of her cards out and into her mouth.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

Girlfriend froze, card stuck halfway in her mouth. Beside her, Pico's head was still in his cards, though his eyes were raised and staring at her.

Slowly, he lowered his cards and his stare turned into an incredulous look.

"Have you been eating your cards? Oh my god?"

Girlfriend took the card out of her mouth, now crumpled and slightly damp, and held it with the rest of her deck casually; as if she hadn't just been caught.

"Whaaaat, no... Why would I do that?" She spoke, voice feigning innocence. Pico huffed at the lie.

"Bullshit. I can't believe you're trying to pretend you didn't just get caught." Pico scolded, voice more amused than angry. "How in the hell did you even come to the conclusion that that was how you should win."

"Well... It's not like you guys had noticed cards going missing until now."

Boyfriend, Who had been staring silently up until then, suddenly burst out into a fit of musical laughter. Pico and Girlfriend followed suit, not being able to suppress chuckles at how ridiculous the situation was.

While the laughing fit was probably only a few seconds, it felt several minutes long to the trio. Pico was the first to speak after, voice still cracking slightly from the laughter.

"Oh, you are definitely banned from Uno for a while. You also owe me a new deck." He wiped a tear from his eye, still grinning as he spoke.

"Awww come on, I promise I'll stop doing it." Girlfriend pouted, giving puppy dog eyes to Pico. "The deck thing is fair though, I'll bring it the next time I'm over."

"Beebop ska doh??"

"Yeah, I'm not budging on the ban. You'll have to deal with the consequences of your actions, sweetheart." He shook his head gently while he spoke.

Girlfriend stuck her tongue out at him, playful yet clearly not happy with the decision.

"Wow, you're so mean to me over just a few cards."

[markantonys]

me: okay, this is finally going to be the time i succeed at writing a fic that's just rand/elayne/avi

mat:

[weregreatatcrime]

"Next time maybe don't wear all black in the desert."

....so I may be writing smth, and I got tired of writing for the day and ended up drawing it instead of resting, because I'm intelligent. I love making characters sick and I MEANT to make Everyone feel bads but Prompto took the brunt of it bcz he is, out of all of them, the most likely to suffer the worst for heat illnesses

None of you idiots are free of heat exhaustion. Prompto’s pale ass just got hit the hardest

[roobgumball95]

I get you it's so hard finding bokuroo content 😭🤝 Do you have any headcanons of them you wanna share or just talk about why you love them? I'd love to talk to people about them but I don't usually find people here since it's a rareship of sorts so I'd love to hear your thoughts 💙

UGH THANK YOU ANON YOU GET ME 🤝

and stop yes i’d love to talk about them. ok one of my fav tropes is the like “what no dude we’re literally just bros what are you talking about” after like. they’ve been having penetrative and moved in together and even kenma is used to having bokuto around. like i LOVE that. “dude we’re literally just bros. you’re my best bro.” “bro…” “bro.”

also a gym buddy au would go stupid hard with them. idk i just love that they’re not even best friends they’re best BROS. they get into stupid crap and laugh at each other all the time and kuroo knows all of bokuto’s sensitivities and bokuto knows all the things kuroo feels but doesn’t show. and idk if after a long day of irritating everyone around them they maybe kiss a little and act stupid and say “no homo” before and after (just to be safe)? well who’s gonna tell. also just imagine bokuto posting some crazy sexy picture of kuroo half asleep and shirtless covered in hickies on his instagram story w the caption “bro is beautiful”. and kuroo has to make a rule that the words bro and dude do not enter the bedroom

[autisticwriterblog]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Owl House (Cartoon) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Amity Blight/Hunter | The Golden Guard/Luz Noceda/Willow Park, Amity Blight/Luz Noceda/Willow Park, Hunter | The Golden Guard/Willow Park, Amity Blight & Hunter | The Golden Guard, Hunter | The Golden Guard & Luz Noceda Characters: Hunter | The Golden Guard (The Owl House), Amity Blight, Luz Noceda, Willow Park Additional Tags: Fluff, Sharing Clothes, Post-Canon, Polyamory, Silly, Fluff and Humor, polycule, Fluff without Plot, Four or More Bingo 2024, Polyship Week 2024, Quadruple Drabble Summary: Hunter searches for his missing hoodie.

(Just to clarify how I ship this polycule: Amity and Luz aren’t dating Hunter.) @fourormore​ bingo prompt: Wearing each other’s clothes

@polyshipweek​ day 1: “Is that my hoodie?”

My bingo card is under the cut. 

[themurderrose]

20 domestic omegaverse polyship prompts

building a nest together [bonus points if its their first non-heat nest]

going clothes shopping and trying on outfits for an event they’ll be attending together [bonus points if there’s some element of the outfit that’s subgender specific and perhaps one partner puts it on the other / scents it for them / go wild]

running them a bath with their favourite products [bonus points if it’s for preheat cramps]

getting the giggles together over something that isn’t that funny

giving the other a spoonful of the meal they’re cooking to test it out, holding their hand under their chin so nothing falls.

“i hope you don’t mind that i took that painting down, but i thought that picture of us looked a little better…”

“move your scarf, I wanna scent”

"did you just wash these sheets?" "i did." "they smell nice.  and they're still warm." [bonus points if one partner compliments the others’ nest building skills]

taking innocent peeks at their partner's phone every once in a while as they're scrolling [bonus points if there’s some juicy friend group goss that two of them get caught up in while the third rolls their eyes and sips coffee, reading the paper/book instead]

partner A has had a horrible week and partner B just brought them home their favourite treat

one of us has to get out of bed to make pancakes and it’s not going to be me ok just go and bring me nourishment [bonus points if this is either during heat or preheat or early on a Saturday morning]

partner B brings home flowers just for the hell of it, no it doesn’t matter that we’ve been together for x years, and they’ve never done this before, the flowers are pretty (and B got nostalgic for when A brought them flowers when they started together, and B had to pick some up)

keeping a calendar for all their appointments in the kitchen (Some flavour of : A buys a calendar and writes all the important dates they know for everyone with a note for the others to add in anything they missed. B writes in all the wacky holidays from the web.  C just goes in & starts doodling over all the marked dates!)

holding hands in a museum to pull them to the next exhibition

remembering little details when shopping for them (certain brands of tissues that don't irritate their nose, flavours of cough drops/lozenges they prefer, etc.) [bonus points if this is heat centric]

one reading aloud as the other is lying on their shoulder, dozing off to the sound of their voice

imagine your polyship picking out each others’ outfits for the day [bonus points if this is super coordinated for some event / wedding]

imagine your ot3 sharing a space where there’s plenty of room for them all to spread out, yet they still end up cuddling each other anyway

printing a photobook of all the photos they’ve sent in the group chat for their anniversary/xmas/big gift giving celebration

nest being filled with knitted/crocheted animals, none of them owning up to making them, all of them a little misshapen

[victorluvsalice]

Valicer Polyship Week 2024, Day Two: “Blorbo Has Two Hands” (Soulmate AU)

It's Day Two of Valicer Polyship Week 2024, "sponsored" by @polyshipweek, and today's prompt is "Blorbo Has Two Hands!" This prompt, as per PolyshipWeek's write-up on the matter, is all about "The rallying cry of polyshippers everywhere: Why have a love triangle when you can have a trio of lovers instead?" and how the polycule makes love, not war. This is naturally an excellent prompt, but I wasn't sure whether I was going to use it or one of the other ones when it came to writing a story for Day Two --

Aaaand then Wednesday, November 6th happened. And after rather a lot of time spent staring at the prompts with no inspiration because I was still feeling kind of numb inside over the fucking election results, I came back to the list right before going to bed, looked at "Blorbo Has Two Hands" again, and thought, "You know what, I can probably do something with that and my Soulmates AU -- specifically, someone doubting the trio are all actually soulmates because multiple soulmates isn't a common thing in that verse." So I drafted out a story about Smiler, working at a bar post-the trio fleeing England to avoid the wrath of Kelman, the wrath of Victor's parents, and possibly the wrath of the police after Alice killed Bumby, getting harassed by a customer who didn't believe them when they said that both they and Alice were Victor's soulmates -- only to get proven wrong when said soulmates showed up to find out why Smiler was suddenly feeling so upset. It was pretty rough, but I figured it worked for the prompt --

And then I went, "Hang on...didn't I just do something like this yesterday?" For indeed, this story was rather similar, at least in general theme, to the "Alice vs Nessa" Valicer In The Dark tale I wrote for Day One. But given my mental state at the time, I couldn't come up with anything better for Day Two. So I left it be and gave myself a choice -- either try to write a different story later, or lean into the theme and do a Victor-POV story of some jerk inserting their nose into the polycule's business and getting theirs for Day Three.

...given the story I'm about to present is the "Smiler gets harassed by a customer about whether or not multiple soulmates is a thing" story, you can probably guess what I chose. XD For now, here is your Day Two story! Sorry it took a bit to get there! XD

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“So – Mister Van Dort over there is your soulmate?”

“Yup,” Smiler confirmed, smiling over at the table where Victor was currently involved in what looked like a rather intense conversation with Alice, his hands flying all over the place as they spoke. “We met at one of his parents’ parties – ended up in the same corner together, started commiserating over the fact that we both hated stuffy social gatherings, went to formally introduce ourselves by shaking hands, and – well.” Smiler grinned down at their own hands, currently drying a glass. “Suddenly the party was that much better.”

“I see,” their current customer – a fellow named Robert, who apparently ran a woodworking shop in town – murmured, nursing his third whiskey. “And Missus Van Dort is – all right with that?”

Smiler tilted their head. “Er – yes. Why wouldn’t she be?”

Robert raised an eyebrow at Smiler. “Because – she’s his wife?” he said slowly, as if they were an idiot. “And would likely want to be her husband’s soulmate?”

“Oh, there’s no problem there,” Smiler said brightly, putting away the dried glass. “She’s also his soulmate.”

Robert blinked at them. It was a pretty long blink. “What?”

“Alice is also Victor’s soulmate,” Smiler repeated obligingly. “We’ve got a bit of a thing going on.”

“You’re – but – that’s impossible,” Robert insisted, leaning heavily on the bar.

“It’s not,” Smiler said, mentally preparing their usual speech. “It’s rare, yes, but–”

“Balderdash,” Robert cut in, putting a finger in Smiler’s face. “People can only have the one soulmate. Otherwise, what’s the point of them?”

Now it was Smiler’s turn to blink. “What do you mean?”

“I’m talking about how the whole point of a soulmate is that they are the person that the universe has ordained as the most important one in your entire life,” Robert said, warming to his topic. “The relationship beyond which all others pale. The one twinned to the very center of your being! If you were given more than one, then – then it would cheapen that bond. Make it – make it lesser. It wouldn’t be about finding your perfect match – it would be about finding someone you just kind of like more than the rest. A person only has room in their soul for one soulmate. It’s simple fact.”

“It’s not,” Smiler insisted. “There’s been studies done on the bond, and–”

“Oh, studies,” Robert said derisively, grabbing his drink and taking a big swig. “Yes, everyone appreciates a study. As if any scientist really knows how to measure a soul.” He looked Smiler up and down. “And what do you know about studies? You’re a bartender.”

“My father’s an alienist,” Smiler said, wrinkling their nose against the bitter taste in their mouth produced by even obliquely mentioning Kelman. “And I study chemistry in my spare time. I’m not an idiot just because I pour drinks for a living.”

“No – you’re an idiot for letting your soulmate get married to someone else,” Robert retorted, attempting to poke Smiler’s arm – they jerked it out of the way just in time. “Shame on you for that. He’ll never be able to be a proper husband to his wife if you’ve already taken up that space in his soul! Everyone knows that people who have soulmates that are just friends have to remain single. It’s the natural order of things!” He took another drink. “Cruel of you both to lead that poor woman on. She should be off trying to find her actual soulmate, not being – taken advantage of by two horrible monsters like yourselves.”

Smiler opened their mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. Closed it again. Where the hell were their words right when they needed them most? Alice had once said they could talk their way out of a murder scene while holding a bloody knife, and now they couldn’t refute one drunk?! One deeply annoying drunk who’d hit pretty much every nerve in their body, sure, but… “I...you…”

“Smiler?”

Smiler and Robert both looked over to see Victor and Alice approaching, wearing identical expressions of concern. “Is everything all right?” Victor continued, picking at the knot of his tie. “You – you feel quite upset about something.”

“Very deeply annoyed indeed,” Alice added, giving Robert a suspicious glare. He smartly shrank away. “Is this fellow bothering you?”

“Yes, but he might not be for much longer,” Smiler said, smirking. “You were saying about how people can only have one soulmate?”

Robert looked between the three of them, visibly processing the fact that Alice too had felt Smiler’s emotions. “I – but – she – you?” he stammered, clearly having trouble collecting his thoughts.

“All three of us,” Smiler said, leaning on the bar. “Two romantic bonds and one platonic one, and all very real. And even if we weren’t all soulmates – so what? I think Victor would still have enough love in him to handle both his wife and me.” They put on an innocent stare. “Unless you’re saying that nobody can care about anyone but their soulmate? Because that sounds like a pretty lonely and miserable life to me.”

Robert stared at them for a moment more. Then he reached into his pocket, plonked some coins on the bar, and fled out the door. The trio watched him stumble away on wobbly legs. “...so I guess he didn’t believe you when you told him we were all soulmates,” Victor finally said.

“He did not, and decided to give me a big old lecture about it,” Smiler said, scooping up the money and counting it. “Okay, good, this is what he owed...anyway, it was all about how ‘multiple soulmates cheapens the bond’ and ‘if your soulmate is your best friend you need to remain single’ and nonsense like that.” They shook their head as they put the money away. “Who comes up with those things?”

“Arses,” Alice said succinctly.

Victor and Smiler both snorted. “Well put,” Victor said, then laid a hand on Smiler’s wrist. “And for what it’s worth, I don’t feel at all that having both you and Alice as soulmates has cheapened anything. If anything I feel – I feel blessed. I had trouble believing sometimes when I was younger that I was worthy of one soulmate, let alone two.” A bright smile split his face. “And now look at me. Tied forever to the two most wonderful people in the world.”

Smiler beamed, taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. “I feel exactly the same. Two bonds just means twice the love to spread around.”

“Well said,” Alice said, putting her hand over theirs. “Hopefully someday people will understand that better.”

“Mmm. Until then…” Smiler leaned in and gave Victor a quick peck, before shooting Alice a grin. “I’ll just enjoy what we’ve got.”

[le-trash-prince]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: พิษเบ๊บ | Pit Babe (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kim/Dean (Pit Babe), Kenta/Kim (Pit Babe), Dean/Winner (Pit Babe), Kenta/Dean (Pit Babe) Characters: Kim (Pit Babe), Kenta (Pit Babe), Dean (Pit Babe), Winner (Pit Babe), North (Pit Babe), Sonic (Pit Babe) Additional Tags: Kim/Winner if you squint, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Pining, Fluff, Cuddling & Snuggling, Pre-Poly Series: Part 2 of Bad Gays, Part 5 of Pit Babe Fics

Summary:

In which Kim learns three things:

1. He likes spending time with Dean 2. He likes Kenta spending time with Dean 3. He doesn't hate Winner as much as he thought

[oneeyedtav]

That First Touch

For @polyshipweek Day 1: Group Hugs Relationships: Dame Aylin/Shadowheart/Isobel Thorm Notes/Warnings: N/A Word Count: 641 AO3 Link: Here!

Isobel had cautioned her to be slow, not to overwhelm the not-so-Sharran, and Dame Aylin had tried, truly she had. Time and time again, when her muscles would twitch, shaking with the exertion to fight the urge to reach out, to brush the pad of her finger against the scar against Shadowheart’s cheek, and to express her pride and admiration. Each time she wished to, she would bite her tongue, would show a restraint stronger than she had ever been able to gather in her imprisonment, and turn towards their next task. 

Except things were different. Aylin had been distracted with bashing in the skull of a rabid Gnoll, and hadn’t heard the scattering of taloned feet against the cobblestone. It would have been too late, and she would have had to face the agony of once more dealing with her wings being cleaved from her body. 

If it hadn’t been for Shadowheart’s shout, the way her voice lilted with the magic weaving through her incantation, and the sudden flash of a blinding inferno, blazing its way to the aasimars rescue, she was sure she would be reliving not-so-old wounds. 

Shadowheart reached Aylin before Isobel could race down from her spot in higher ground. Scarred hands reached towards the Paladin, as if afraid to touch her. “Are you alright? I didn’t burn you, did I?” She questioned, the soft green of her eyes bouncing across Aylin’s armored form. She would have laughed, wanted to proudly exclaim that Dame Aylin was untouchable, despite the many scars that proved she was not quite as indomitable as she had once thought. 

Instead, Dame Aylin took one staggering step forward, eying Shadowheart with more emotion than she knew how to channel through words alone. In the next breath, strong arms encircled the cleric's waist. “Aylin!” she heard Isobel call, though it wasn’t with the scorn of a woman whose orders had been defied, instead full of the worry and admiration held for her lover. 

Shadowheart’s forehead rested against the cool metal of her armor, hands clasping almost hesitantly around her faulds. The Paladin only moved her arm enough to allow Isobel the space to wrap around the both of them. “Thank the Moonmaiden you two are alright!” She wheezed, blackened lungs struggling with her mad dash toward the two from the front lines. 

“More than alright, my darling Isobel,” Aylin murmured, surprisingly quiet as she leaned her chin against Shadowheart’s head, arms squeezing carefully around both women in her grasp.

 The trio stayed still for a moment, as if frozen in the respite their proximity could offer until Shadowheart slowly released her hold on Aylin’s armor and cleared her throat somewhat ineligantly. “Apologies, I saw the nasty beast lumbering after you, and-”

“You have done nothing to apologize for, little warrior,” Isobel promised, pretending not to see Aylin’s beaming smile as her nickname stuck to the not-so-sharran. Aylin pressed her lips to newly dyed hair, inhaling the familiar acidic scent of the dyes as they danced within the flowery fragrance of the clerics’ shampoo. 

“Our Lady Silver smiles upon me this day, to grant me with one as brave and forthright as yourself.” The Paladin agreed, finally relaxing her grip enough to catch the heat on Shadowheart’s cheeks. “And I could not be more thankful that it is you she has sent us,” Isobel’s hand sought out her own as their embrace came to an end. “Let us retire, so I may properly show my appreciation for your actions.” 

Shadowheart had never been a particularly shy person, at least from her memory, but whenever it came to Dame Aylin, and her pride in each word spoken, she could feel the tips of her ears reddening more and more as the Paladin led the way back to camp, hand in hand with Clerics blessed by Selûne. 

[the-bar-sinister]

Fly Me To The Moon (54256 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth Chapters: 11/?

After Tomobiki's infestation by mushrooms, Lum convinces all her friends to come on an extended vacation to space while the mess is cleaned up, but as usual, nothing goes the way anyone expects.

While Lum's father tries to get Earth to become recognized as a part of galactic civilization, Shutaro Mendou's father makes a claim for the throne of Earth, while Shinobu is discovered to have the blood-right of an ancient and forgotten dynasty.

And poor Ataru-- well, Lum's family wants to make sure he finally understands what the expectations about Oni marriage really are…

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Chapter 11 is up! Apologies for the long wait ^^;; <3

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Does anyone here remember when I decided to grab three randomass characters from two different seasons of Power Rangers, NONE OF WHICH HAD EVER APPEARED ONSCREEN TOGETHER, and went, hey, I wonder what the hell would happen if we shipped them together? Just for shits and giggles? And wrote a coherent 6k oneshot that actually made their character arcs deeper and make more sense than the show's? Now that was a proper crackship!

(Anyway, I was putting together the last of the playlists for this series and stumbled upon my Matt Griffin/Heckyl/Levi Watson fic. And remembered how batshit insane I could be back in the day. Because I don't remember how I thought of this concept, just that it worked out weirdly well. Also led to some of the funniest scenes in the series when Chase/Ivan found out that Heckyl was not only Riley's brother's Soulmate, but that Heckyl and Matt had another gold ranger as a Soulmate. I'm still tempted to write the world's funniest family dinner ft. Heckyl, Matt, Chase, Ivan, Brody, Levi, and Preston.)

[thotpuppy]

Writing Patterns

Tagged by @eevylynn which also reminded me I FORGOT TO POST YESTERDAYS TRIREIGN CHAPTER soooo im pausing here to do that now adkgjakjdg by the time u read this post, the chapter will be posted

Rules: list the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

"As the sole heir to his father’s crown and, according to the court healer, a particularly fertile omega, Stiles had always known his hand would be given to a suitor not for love, but for political security." -Triskelion Reign, Sterek, Arranged Marriage AU

"The dedication of worship has always presented a unique appeal to Stiles." - Sweating Out Confessions, Sciles, Historical AU

" “I dunno man, that sounds like some real fairytale bullshit.” " - 'My Whole Life is a Reference to the 1995 Hit Movie Clueless and I Still Don't Know the Plot' by Fall Out Boy, Stackson, Idiots to Lovers

"A sharp ringing pulses through Stiles’ head as he blinks back to consciousness." - Under My Skin, Stackson, Hurt/Comfort

"Dawn arrives with the fading smoke of a hard fought battle drifting into the horizon, melding with the fog of new day sun burning away the dew of night." - Thirsty, Stiles/Scott/Derek, Vampire AU

"It’s not easy being a human member of a werewolf pack." - Want You to Want Me, Stanny, Danny Joins the Pack

"The stench of chlorine is still an unwelcome, stagnant presence in Jackson’s nose long after he’s shed the last of his scales and learned to embrace his inner wolf." - Gumusservi, Stackson, Jackson Stays AU

"The dull thwap of rubber hitting net is soft in the muggy twilight air." - Touché, Stackson, Summer Romance

" “Bobby said you didn’t turn in your latest paper on time.” " - Elementary, My Dear Sheriff, Shoach, Outsider (Stiles) POV

"Stiles has never been a particularly talented cook." - Get It While It's Hot, Stiles/Derek/Parrish, Anniversary Dinner

So... overall, what would I say about my writing patterns.

2/10 fics start with a line of dialogue 3/10-4/10 fics start with a general introspective note 3/10-4/10 fics start with an action.

Overall I'd say I think I have pretty good starting lines?? that's not rly a pattern though LOL Maybe my pattern is a preference towards a cold open? I'd consider both dialogue and action openers cold opens. 6/10 are very,, visually evocative? imo? Drop you in the middle of smth and give u the barest minimum info to figure out where u are.

I dunno. what do you guys think?

low pressure tagging: @wolfspurr @definitivelydrivel @okdeannawrites @whimsicalmeerkat @mirrorthoughts @lucky-bishop

[prankdoeswriting]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Fairy Tail Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Acnologia/Zeref Dragneel/Mavis Vermillion, Acnologia/Zeref Dragneel, Acnologia/Mavis Vermillion, Yury Dreyar & Precht Gaebolg & Warrod Sequen & Mavis Vermillion, Rita Dreyar/Yury Dreyar, Acnologia & Zeref Dragneel & Yury Dreyar & Precht Gaebolg & Warrod Sequen, Acnologia & Precht Gaebolg Characters: Acnologia (Fairy Tail), Zeref Dragneel, Mavis Vermillion, Precht Gaebolg, Yury Dreyar, Warrod Sequen, Makarov Dreyar Additional Tags: Not Beta Read, Polyamory, Romance, Developing Relationship, Complicated Relationships, Immortality, Denial of Feelings, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Communication Failure, Feelings Realization, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Rating May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Warnings May Change, Fairy Tail Zero | Zero Arc (Fairy Tail), feat. slightly edited backstory for Mavis Series: Part 2 of Eternity With You, And You, Part 78 of Works by "Prank" (Pseud Series) Summary:

A rampaging dragon chose to hear out an evil wizard's game. Two infamous villains chose to grant a girl's request. Three cursed souls tried to live amongst the fairies. Six people stand in the celebratory founders' photo.

Or: A new past for Fairy Tail - and how it changes (however little) its present.

[nevermoredragon-main]

Thinking about my OT3s rn