#TMBS fanfiction

[eternally-hypothermic]

I just realised I never posted that here aaaah. For the Prompt Worked Themselves To Exhaustion: I present to you, a TMBS fic.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47527228

Summary: After they get out of the cave, off of the island, they go home. Nicholas doesn't remember a lot of that.

Something whirrs and he is upright, trying not to scream, the sound too close to the wheelchair but it stopped making sounds, there were no sounds, he woke in it, a nightmare paralyzing him and he couldn’t scream, couldn’t move, couldn’t even try, and the nightmare was still worse than the cave but dreaming he is home - dreaming he is in his bed and sick and cared for, no, this is so much worse if he has to wake up again.

What is real?

[floorboardchompingfridays]

Some Advice For People Leaving Comments on Fanfics:

“I liked your fic”

Nice, but basic and easy to overlook

Doesn’t compel the author to do anything other than take the compliment

Sounds like you might be a bot (ew)

“I am going to eat your floorboards!”

Unique and attention grabbing

Makes me second guess whether I should have bought that insurance

Sounds like you might be a termite (how did a termite learn to type????)

[nobodysdaydreams]

You guys would love it.

[myfairkatiecat]

To all my fellow fanfiction writers in the world who I know and love:

I would like to make known a habit of mine while reading fanfictions.

You see, if I come across a particular dialogue set that I love, or a scene that just REALLY hits right, I will get up, walk away, go downstairs, and walk in circles around my house replaying the scene in my head while also kind of pretending I’m playing one of the characters in like a stage version? I’ll just be violently pacing around the house with a constantly changing mix of powerful emotions, and maybe I add a line here or there, and then I imagine literally every direction the fanfiction could go from there, and once I have gotten my full enjoyment out of the brilliance of those lines, I will go back to the phone, pick up the fanfic, and begin reading again. This regularly happens MULTIPLE times a fic. And when the fic is over, sometimes I will even COMBINE THEM in my brain and just act like the whole thing out.

So if I have ever told you, “hey, I like your fic!” Or even left a SMALL ao3 comment for you, then just know that somewhere in the depths of my neurodivergent brain, there is an entire script for a stage production based on your fanfiction spotlighting lines you’re probably proud of.

[fandom-queen-13]

What's this? Queenie finished a fic?!

This was literally six months in the making, and I'm very proud of it!

@sophieswundergarten Thank you for giving me the ideas!

Bonus bingo card (I never forgot it)

[the-oracle-at-delphinitely-not]

Fic idea: tmbs x kotlc crossover where all the stuff with tmbs happens during whatever time period tmbs is from, and kotlc happens after 2012 like in canon, and they both happen in the same universe, and eventually these worlds collide and also Constance has been a lost elf this entire time. Not even genetically engineered and hidden or anything. Just a random telepath lost child who ended up in the forbidden cities and her telepathy got triggered early by head trauma

Why do I feel like Kate would get the absolute biggest crush on like tam or marella. She’d love tam cus he’s all “mysterious” and Marellas just… well, *hot*. (Pun intended)

sticky would love having other people around him that also have photographic memories. Reynie would love learning the other languages, I think. and Constance and the dizznee triplets…

[mashpotatoequeen]

Going Deep - An Exchanging of Letters

I'm going deep, guys. I'm going REAL deep. I'm going so deep I'm pulling up... fanfiction.net.

An Exchanging of Letters by AlmostInsanity is an OLD work. It came out in 2010, if that gives you any reference. The Author's Note includes a mention about how they don't own The Mysterious Benedict Society. It's from when this fandom was so tiny you could fit it in Constance Contraire's little coat alongside some 30 pencils, because there were only like 20 fics to be had.

It's old and it's so good. It's a series of letters exchanged between Sticky and Constance, and their personalities shine in every word. It's funny and witty and full of clever little references. The tone is teasing but incredibly fond, and even though we don't see any of Reynie and Kate's letters they feel very present in the story. The whole fic is just so much fun and so charming, and well worth a read even if you normally aren't on fanfiction net!

[kneeslapworthy]

S.Q. has a strong albeit shaky grip, which certainly makes precise linework difficult, but he’s learned to work around it. His hands are also cold and distinctively not clammy. Unlike some of his peers, (who he’s occasionally been able to observe more closely during class) S.Q.’s fingers do not leave behind small circles of perspiration on paper, he does not continuously drop his utensils in the cafeteria because his hands are too slippery, and he does not have to constantly wipe his hands on the front of his trousers to dry them off. He supposes it’s a small privilege, to be able to hold onto things and not constantly drop them. 

And yet, things continue to slip through his fingers. 

He often loses his pencils. Not the ones he uses for his art, no, those he keeps obsessively organized in a pencil case. If he were to lose those he doubts his father would be too pleased to purchase new ones. Meanwhile, the pencils and erasers required for his schoolwork just keep disappearing. It’s almost comical, how he can rummage through his mess of a bag (filled with pencil shavings, scraps of paper, and the dangerously sharp pieces of a broken ruler) and find everything but the one pencil he needs to be able to take a simple exam in Mr. Oshiro’s class. Or, that’s a lie; the exam was not simple. 

Often, he resorts to using his colored pencils when taking these exams (which results in odd looks from his teachers, but not much else). Students at the Institute are often too focused on achieving top marks to help another struggling student, least of all the headmaster’s supposedly spoiled son. Even then, S.Q. would never be able to accept a pencil from someone else, mostly out of fear of losing that too. Then there’s also the fact that people don’t offer S.Q. things without expecting certain favors in return. ‘Genuine generosity’ appears to be a rarity in the world, if not completely extinct. Not that S.Q. is any different, he hasn’t felt inclined to share – whether it’s his things or himself – in quite some time. It’s safer that way: Don’t take, don’t give, don’t lose. 

S.Q. could exist within that philosophy without too many issues. Sure, he wasn’t pleased nor even remotely close to happy (whatever that means), but at least it was safe. At least he knew where everything was. He couldn’t lose what he didn’t have, and what he did have could neatly fit into his bag (seemingly apart from pencils, erasers, intact rulers, and last week’s homework assignment for Mr. Oshiro’s class). 

That was until he met someone who gave without thinking. Someone whose hands and arms were perpetually open, as though in preparation to always just give, give, give. It didn’t make sense. At first, as S.Q. observed this generous vigilante from a distance, he wanted to tell them to close up: To fold their hands into fists and cross their arms over their chest; to keep their head down and to keep safe. But when the two spoke for the first time, in the confines of his father’s office (which is not how S.Q. would plan for any fruitful social interactions to take place in), S.Q. was instead introduced to the boy named Reynard, though he preferred to be called Reynie. 

And Reynie gave out his abbreviated name so freely – almost as freely as he lent out his pencils and homemade bookmarks – that anyone could assume to be his friend. And S.Q. found himself taking that title, ‘friend’, and gripping onto it. Tightly. He found himself giving in and giving away. 

Reynie never took without gratitude. In fact, it seemed as though he rarely took anything at all. S.Q. had wanted to be suspicious, like he had been in the beginning when the boy had been all but a silhouette clad in yellow. But it was difficult to continue poking at a bruise in order to keep it dark and painful when Reynie kept pulling his hand away; when he kept stilling his mind before his fears could lead it astray.

All of this was partly why the letter, dropped from a strange falcon, felt so dizzying. Like a cross between a racketing realization and a confirmation of a deep, visceral fear. Reynie’s purported ‘mission’ to stop his father’s ‘evil plot’ didn’t even matter to S.Q.. What mattered was that someone’s generosity had been so deeply fraudulent. It hadn’t been kindness, empathy, or any synonymous, redeemable trait. No, it had been nothing but unmitigated theft, taking under the guise of giving. And S.Q. didn’t know what to say. He had taken, he had given, he had lost. It was so simple, so predictable that he truly had no one to blame but himself. It was embarrassing. It was infuriating. 

But he also couldn’t allow himself to take from Reynie in return. To become a thief stealing from a thief. It would be unethical (not that ethics ever play a part in the field of thievery), or at least that was the only justification S.Q. could come up with at that moment. In retrospect, it was probably because he didn’t want to lose something – someone – he actually cared to keep, just this once. So, instead, he let the boy go. 

He let something slip through his fingers then, too. Whether that thing was Reynie, the boy with the open arms; or his own sanity, he isn’t quite sure of. As for right now, he tries not to hold on too tightly anymore. 

[acollectionofcuriousreblogs]

Fic Update!!

Sneak Peek: Reynie gets a birthday gift and everything gets so much worse

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32797150/chapters/114460663 (psst @sqenthusiast , your boy is in this one 👀)

[threedaycharter]

fanfic question

do you guys prefer having chapters that come out as they’re made or having everything (for a single work at least) released at once to binge?

[nobodysdaydreams]

Me getting a fic on AO3 as a gift from a mutual: Oh my goodness. A fic? For me? Oh this is lovely! It’s the most beautiful piece of literature I’ve ever read, and you wrote it for me? 🥹 Thank you! 🥰

Me gifting a fic on AO3 when the person I gifted it to doesn’t give it kudos, comment, or bookmark it within 20 seconds of posting: I knew it. They probably hate me. They probably think it’s so annoying that I bothered them with something like this. My writing is awful, why did I ever think this was a good idea? Time to flee the country.

[myfairkatiecat]

🌗 💎 for the ask game! Have a lovely evening!

Thank you for the ask :D

🌗 fluff or angst? — angst all the way. I like to write fluff, but writing angst is just very cathartic for no reason at all. I love it. It’s different by fandom tho—like, for newsies, you’ll only ever see fluff fics from me, but for pretty much everything else, it’ll be ridiculous crack or heart wrenching angst.

💎 favorite trope to write? — ok so in each fandom, I always have a fandom-specific trope I almost exclusively write because it just makes me so happy. Overall, a general favorite trope to write of mine is time travel fix-it, but you’ll see me doing that mostly in the Star Wars fandom. For Star Wars, force ghost fics are my favorite trope; for Merlin, magic reveals; for LOTR, Frodo and Sam post-quest; for MLB, predictably love square resolutions; and as you all know, for TMBS, the Benedict twins reunite/talk about their feelings/twin angst stuff!!!

Thank you for asking bods :D have a great evening!

[tmbs-bingo]

Hello, my fellow hyperfixated friends!

Welcome to TMBS Bingo!

After receiving a bingo board tailored to you with prompts for fanfic or fanart, you’ll have all of 2024 to fill your squares and get as many bingos as you can!

Fill out this google form to sign up for the challenge at any time. I’ve set up this AO3 collection so we can share our square fills with each other!

It’s never too late in the year to sign up, and if you sign up, get a card and never fill a square, that’s fine too! This is all meant to be a fun challenge :)

For fanfiction prompts, one-shots or a single chapter of a WIP can count for a square fill, but one chapter/work cannot count for two squares. Crossovers count! If anyone has any other questions, send them in the ask box or DM me! This blog is run by @myfairkatiecat.

Have fun creating!

[myfairkatiecat]

Listen, Disney cancelled the show, so we get to pick canon now, and we’re picking SOS. It is canon. You wrote the canon. Congrats.

[kneeslapworthy]

Chapters: 1/12 Fandom: The Mysterious Benedict Society - Trenton Lee Stewart, The Mysterious Benedict Society (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Reynie Muldoon & S.Q. Pedalian, S.Q. Pedalian & Sticky Washington, Nicholas Benedict & S.Q. Pedalian, S.Q. Pedalian & Kate Wetherall, Constance Contraire & S.Q. Pedalian, Ledroptha Curtain & S.Q. Pedalian, S.Q. Pedalian & Rhonda Kazembe, S.Q. Pedalian & Number Two, S.Q. Pedalian & Milligan, Milligan & Kate Wetherall, Miss Perumal & Reynie Muldoon, Sticky Washington & Sticky's Aunt, Nicholas Benedict & Constance Contraire, Constance Contraire & Reynie Muldoon & Sticky Washington & Kate Wetherall Characters: S.Q. Pedalian, Nicholas Benedict, Ledroptha Curtain, Reynie Muldoon, Kate Wetherall, Sticky Washington, Constance Contraire, Rhonda Kazembe, Milligan (The Mysterious Benedict Society), Number Two (The Mysterious Benedict Society), Miss Perumal (The Mysterious Benedict Society), Dr. Garrison (The Mysterious Benedict Society) Additional Tags: Found Family, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Canon Divergence, time jumps, coming of age sort of, Healing, healing from past trauma, Trust Issues, Mental Health Issues, mentions of disordered eating, mild eating disorder, Vomiting, Emotional Manipulation, LD Curtain is a terrible parent, This sounds really dark but i promise it's not, follows the events of season 1, Platonic Relationships, platonic intimacy, Character-Driven Plot, lots of introspection, Mr Benedict gives great advice, Mr Benedict is essentially a therapist, slight world building, this was surprisingly therapeutic to write, i realized midway through writing that this idea is not original at all but let me cope, rated teen for mental illness, irregular to update, content warning for my terrible writing Summary:

The Improvement is successfully stopped and Dr Curtain flees the country, but he leaves his only son behind. Taken under the wing of his uncle, Mr Benedict, and the rest of the Society, S.Q. has to come to terms with the aftermath of his abandonment, his new place of residency as well as the people who insist that they love him.

Or

S.Q. receives a lot of Great Advice.

Title from 'not a lot, just forever' by Adrianne Lenker

Holy moly the first chapter is up!! The summary and tags are still in its earlier stages so bear with me haha

[acollectionofcuriousreblogs]

Attention All Society Members!

Mr. Benedict is inviting you to a mysterious art and fanfiction gift exchange on AO3! Even more exciting, tag submissions open in approximately 2 hours (though if you’re clever enough to find the link, you can get access to the document and start submitting right now!)

All the details for the exchange are in this link to the collection page: https://archiveofourown.org/collections/mysteriousgiftexchange/profile

Everything you need to know about the exchange will be under the tag #TMBS Exchange 2023, so make sure to keep your ears and eyes peeled for updates and announcements!

If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, send them my way! Have a wonderful night everyone!