#The Civilian one was made first and is just in WIP because he's self shipped with All Might

[kakusu-shipping]

for your mha s/i

🩺Doctor: What is the worst injury that you/your self-insert has sustained in canon? If so, what was the cause and did you recover? What was your f/os reaction?

🔥Flame: Do you/your self-insert have an enemy? If so, who is it and why are they so hated? What was a particularly heated moment between you two?

@i-put-the-s4p-in-s4pphic

I actually have FOUR My Hero Academia Self Inserts, none of which I've talked about sense I stopped watching the show a while ago... So to make up for it I'll talk about all four of them!!!

Thankyou so much for your ask!!!

🩺Doctor: What is the worst injury that your self-insert has sustained in canon?

Hero - Luckily a lot of his injure have been pretty minor compared to Taishiro's. Not to say he hasn't been injured, both as a Hero and a Pro Baseball Player, but nothing that really stands out as too impactful. Taishiro plays it tough but he's a big ol worrier when someone he cares about gets hurt, so he'll fuss over Gumball if he so much as sprains and ankle though.

Villain - Complete opposite of Gumball, he's sustained so many Critical Injuries it's rather difficult to pinpoint on of importance. AFO found him both easy to fix and rather entertaining to break. When he started living with the League his rate of injury decreased, but the amount of worry increases. Jin especially freaked out when he as so much got a paper cut.

Student - This S/I is still sort of a WIP but if I were to guess, his worst injury would probably be something caused by the Hero Commission, probably while tagging along behind Hawks for training, before he was adopted by Nezu. He probably doesn't talk about those times much though, so neither Nezu nor Ojiro know about it.

Civilian - This S/I is also in WIP even though they're the oldest MHA S/I I have, they're probably the least finished just due to proximity to a Main Character combined with how far behind the series I've fallen. I image they might be injured during the War Arc for some reason but.. That'll just have to wait and see. Sorry for the non-answer!

🔥Flame: Do your self-inserts have any enemies? If so, who is it and why are they so hated?

Hero - Less of an enemy and more of a Rival; He and Shishido don't get along, much in the way Shishido and Gang Orca don't get along. It only got worse after he stole one of Shishido's Interns, Shoda, after a HLB match. He thought the kid made a good pitcher, what can he say!

Villain - MANY. Comes with the Villain territory. While he never actively met him, he does share the rest of the League's hatred for Kai Chisaki, both for killing one of his son's beloved friends, but also for being responsible for his brother's death. He was also the one set to keep eyes on the UA spy, and while he doesn't consider them enemies, he wouldn't be surprised to find out they think of him as such. He wouldn't blame them for it, either. (he's also constantly ready to throw down with Endeavor, though the opportunity never presented itself)

Student - Like Nezu probably the Hero Commission in General is Enemy number 1 to him, but the one person he puts the most blame on is Hawks, just do to proximity. Nezu's tried to convince him Hawks is like them, a victim of the Commission, but that's a hard pill to swallow when you're 14 years old and were constantly threatened if you couldn't keep up with someone twice your age. He'll probably be bitter about it for a long time.

Civilian - His wonderful beautiful person son, Neito Monoma's, parents. He's of course, very polite and calm and put together on the outside, but they drive him crazy. That's his perfect son boy boy son. They don't appreciate him like he does. If there wasn't an active war going on he'd fight them for custody and win. Neito pretends not to see the cracks in his not-legally-adopted father's patient smile.

[buckywiththegoodhair86]

I would love to hear about Captain Rogers and the Avenger’s Initiative for the WIP game! :D

Ooh, yes. I like this one. So, ‘Captain Rogers and the Avenger’s Initiative’ is the sequel to ‘Captain Rogers and the Norseman’s Cube’. Norseman’s Cube is a Hogwarts AU that told the events of the first Captain America movie as if Steve and Peggy and the Howlies had been students at Hogwarts in the 40′s. Avenger’s Initiative picks up with Wizard Steve waking up in 2012 and living the events of the first Avengers movie with a wizard-y twist, then going on to form a team with the rest of the Avengers.

A brief snippet:

“Hey,” Natasha said, bumping his arm. “It’s still kind of early.” Steve looked down at his watch. It was only 8:30, which was earlier than he’d thought. The cold and the damp back in the village must have made the darkness seem later. “You want to come down to the gym with me and go a round or two?”

“Huh?” he asked, not having expected an offer like that.

She shrugged. “So, there wasn’t any action tonight, but we’re going to run into some eventually. We should probably get a feel for how each other moves and everything; since we’re on the same team now, and all.”

Steve felt a twinge of nostalgia at the words—he’d said the same thing to Peggy, back in Fifth Year when she’d finished her combat training and started joining the Howlies in the field. He studied Natasha for a moment before answering. She made a good point, but was that all there was to it? He felt a little antsy and could use the physical activity to work off some steam, but was she sensing that and feeling sorry for him or something after their little talk? He saw no hint of that in her face, and from what he’d seen of her, she didn’t come across as the coddling type, so he decided just to take her at what she said.

“Sure,” he said. “That sounds like a good idea.”

“Great.” She looked him up and down. “You want to go change first?”

Steve looked down at his khakis and plaid button-up. “I don’t really have anything else to wear.” He’d brought other clothes, yes, but just more of the same.

“Oh. Alright. Let’s go.” She led the way down to the gym and Steve followed. He did feel a little self-conscious about his clothes. He’d never been what you’d call fashionable, but he’d usually managed to look good and be presentable. After getting set up in his apartment and spending some time in the future, he knew he was out of style now, but he’d had trouble even figuring out what the current style was, nevermind the fact that he was having trouble caring. He felt kind of out of place on the ship too—not so much for fashion reasons, but because everyone else seemed to be in uniform, and he felt like he should be too. What he was wearing now was going to be a little awkward to try to do his usual combat moves in. Even Natasha’s civilian clothes looked a little more practical for fighting in.

They reached the gym—thankfully empty at this hour—and selected one of the big mats on the floor. They decided to do a little hand-to-hand first just to get a feel for each other, then bring in wands and Steve’s shield later. Steve shed his shoes and socks, thinking his bare feet might grip the mat a little better, and Natasha tied her hair up out of her face.

“So, how hard are we going here?” he asked.

She grinned. “Hard as you can. Show me what you’ve got, big guy.”

They started circling each other, sizing each other up. She was several inches shorter than him and a lot lighter, but Steve knew better than to discount her size. He was guessing she was pretty fast, but how much power was behind that was yet to be seen. He was going to have to take a few hits first—not just to see how strong she was, but to gauge how hard he could hit back. (Yes, she’d said, ‘hard as you can,’ but people tended to underestimate just how strong he really was before they’d seen it, and he was right on the edge of making a new friend, and he didn’t think breaking her skull was the way to go.)

She moved in, and wow, she was fast, but so was Steve, and he dodged to the side. He dodged a couple more times before taking a kick in the leg that was strong enough to make him stagger a little, but he kept his feet. He blocked a few more punches, rolled out of the way of the next kick, and jumped back to his feet to find her flying toward him. Her legs locked around his neck, pulling him down as she planted her hands on the floor, then she used the momentum to hurl him forward, flipping him over to land hard on his back. She continued the flip she’d begun and landed herself heavily enough on his stomach to knock the wind out of him, pinning his arms to the floor with her knees.

“That all you’ve got?” she asked.

Steve grinned. “Nope.” He swung his legs up toward his chest and locked them around her, pinning her arms to her sides and flipping her backwards to land face-first on the mat. It wasn’t a very nice way to treat a lady, but Peggy had taught him long ago that chivalry had no place in combat. He was rolling as he flipped her so that he could end up on top of her and pin her arms behind her back, but she twisted and kicked one of his legs to the side just enough for her to wriggle free and roll away.

She hopped back to her feet, and her lip was bleeding from where she’d hit the mat, but she was smiling broadly. “That’s more like it,” she said.

They really went at it then. This was the kind of thing he and the Howlies used to do, and Steve was a little surprised to realize he was having fun. Natasha didn’t move like anyone on his team—not even Peggy had fought this way—but he was starting to figure her out. She used her legs a lot—lots of kicking and jumping, and she got him a few more times with that legs-around-the-neck thing. He started to get to where he could see it coming, but she was just so fast, the foreknowledge didn’t help much.

That wasn’t to say he wasn’t getting in some good hits too. He knew how strong he was and how hard he was hitting, and he was impressed with her ability to take a hit and keep going. He supposed he shouldn’t have expected any less from an agent of her caliber, but it was still good to see it. It was also good to be able to surprise her with some twisting and flipping of his own—Dugan had always called it showing off, but people tended not to expect airborne acrobatics from a guy his size, so Steve took advantage of it. (Though he did envy how easy she made it look.)

They got the wands then, and Steve picked up his shield. Sticking to non-lethal jinxes and hexes, they started again. If she was fast on her own, she was a blur with magic, but Steve managed to keep her on her toes once he got his shield flying around and she had to split her focus.

“Okay, is the shield itself magic?” she asked at one point when there was enough distance between them for a quick conversation. He had just bounced the shield off two pillars and a punching bag, clipping her thigh before it returned to his hand. “How in the hell do you get it to do that?”

Steve chuckled. “Lots of practice.”

They went at it again, and just as he’d been watching her and figuring out some of her tells before she moved, she’d been doing the same to him. She smirked triumphantly when she managed to snatch his shield out of the air and snap it onto her own arm in time to block a Stunning spell he shot at her. (And she was clever enough to have caught it by the straps, instead of trying to catch it by the edge and breaking her hand.)

“Nice move, but that’s mine,” Steve said.

“Come and get it,” she taunted, tugging on the straps to secure it to her arm.

“Alright,” Steve replied, and he barreled forward. She brought the shield up to block him, but instead of trying to hit her around it, he grabbed the edges of the shield and twisted hard. The move lifted her up, and with the straps tightened around her forearm, she wasn’t able to pull free in time to keep from getting flipped over. The shield did fall away from her arm as she fell toward the ground and Steve kept hold of it, slamming it into her back to force her down a little harder and give himself time to slide away, loosening the straps enough for his arm to slide in and out as he did so.

That was a move Steve had learned sparring with Bucky, who’d spotted the flaw in keeping the straps too tight and had been exceedingly proud of himself for being able to flip the newly-gigantic Steve onto his back and knock the wind out of him. Steve had adjusted after that—sliding his arm through looser straps and clenching one of them in his fist gave him better control over the shield anyway, and it allowed the freedom of movement to let go if he needed to, or to slide it down to his hand more quickly to throw. Bucky never managed to pull it off again, but he’d just smiled and said that was the point—if he’d helped Steve figure something out that would keep him safer in the field, then he was more than happy with his one victory. Steve smiled at the memory and wondered what Bucky would say if he could see Steve pulling the move off from the other side of the shield.

Natasha was chuckling as he dropped back into a fighting crouch. “Alright, that was good,” she said. “I can honestly say I didn’t see that coming; but next time I get the shield, that’s not gonna work.”

“Oh, next time you get the shield?” Steve replied. “You really think there’s going to be a next time?”

[neighborhood-merc]

It is I, and I am back with more a new list of fanfics for this wonderful ship called SpideyPool. 

Listen, I don’t know why I’m doing this as well (maybe because I fuckin love these boys and want to share my fave fanfics of their ship to everyone...or whatever) but here we are. [ Here are Part 1, 3 btw! ]  

Same shit applies:

The themes of the stories on this list varies, I’m either into something heart-warming, fluffy, domestic that sort of stuff or into some really really heavy and dark messed up ones. It always depends on the mood am I right? *wink wink*

It’s always gonna be smutty though lol

As long as it’s tastefully written, whatever kinky shit, I can be into it, I don’t judge the writer. With that being said if I add something straight up messed up here now/or in the future, don’t judge too, just mind the tags of the fic, for your own discretion if anything.

this list should be Wade Wilson/Peter Parker - Spiderman/Deadpool pairing only. I kinda like my babies greedy/possessive for/of each other.

I don’t care who tops or bottoms.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Summaries are taken directly from the fanfic’s summary.

Read the tags first!

Wolves [ Update: Sadly, the fic has been deleted :( ] (This is WIP, but I swear it’s so fucking good you should read it. It’s a Prison AU, and the writing is sublime)  Peter is falsely accused and sent to jail, where he meets the violent ex-mercenary, Wade.

Don't Forget To Check Your Calendar! Peter REALLY should remember to check his calendar or Peter forgets that he has a heat coming up, and in doing so causes several sticky situations to occur (thank god for Tony's NDA's).

Communication Error “Have you seriously been doing this bit for a year now?” “Bit… what bit?” Wade looked at him, confused. “This,” Peter waved his hand, “the 'we’re dating' bit.” There was a pause, and then suddenly, it was like Wade’s whole body imploded. His shoulders sunk and his head dropped and suddenly Peter knew he’d made a huge mistake. “Hahaha, yeah, the dating bit.” He held up the wine. “One year of one really bad, horrible joke.”

Night Off Wade is taking the night off when a certain Spider calls for help.

The Great Florist, Wade Wilson (this ones got a Sequel) Deadpool has found the apartment belonging to Spiderman. Or Peter Parker, if the name on the door is anything to go by. Now some people might use this information of said secret identity wrongly. Normally Wade would have been one of them. But this is different. This is Spider-Parker, I-mean, Peter-man, I-mean, fuck. Now Deadpool just have to figure out exactly what he is gonna do with this information. Which is quite simple really. He's going to leave Spidey flowers and win his heart this way or the one, where Deadpool spams Spiderman with flowers, and Spiderman has no idea what's going on

Tale As Old As Time, Song As Old As Rhyme (This belongs to the series  “A Spider in the Pool”) It is absolutely fucking good, I recommend you read them. Do read the warnings though yeah?) Peter Parker gradually falls for Wade's dubious charms. They have a lot of hang ups and kinks to negotiate, but with sex this hot, Peter can't help wanting more. Erotica with significant plot and relationship development.

Help Me, Peter Parker, You’re My Only Hope! “I need your help,” Wade admitted. “And why would I help you?” Peter asked with an amused chuckle. “Because, um, I asked you? Isn’t it what you do? Help people who ask for it?”

Damage Peter Parker finds himself in a sticky situation and who should show up to rescue him but the infamous Deadpool? Now Peter feels indebted to the mercenary... And maybe weirdly charmed by him.

I'm Serious Wade wants Peter to top. But he really, really doesn't know how to ask.

Shake it out (this series is a good boi)

Sick Days  "Wade." "Mr. Rogers." They stared at each other, one calm and silent in his fury while the other looked like a deer about to be pummeled by an eighteen-wheeler. "I'm sure you have a reason for being in my son's bed without a shirt on?"

Love Me Dead Peter tries to tell Wade his feelings. It's kind of a train-wreck.

Disgusting -Spideypool (5+1) This is a Wade Centric fic containing topics of mental health struggles and self image. Nothing too graphic but still.

Flip the Safety They both get a little carried away when they fight, but this time Wade grins over his gun and the worst part is that Peter knows he doesn’t plan on shooting him.

Do It Yourself “I bet you’re flexible enough to suck your own dick.” Wade plants that thought in Peter's head and he can't help where curiosity leads him.

Looking for a savior in these dirty streets  (WADE YOU LITTLE SHIT LOL) what's your opinion on eating ass? just looking for a yes or noThat's the text Peter gets when he's in a meeting with Anna Maria, trying his hardest to get back to running a company a few months after an unexpected trip to the underworld.

Act your age (not your shoe size) “Wanna go grab some grub? I have it on good authority there's some qual-a-tee Mexican around here.”Peter’s mouth drops open. “Uh, you always invite guys you just met out for lunch?” Deadpool laughs and leans forward. The words are muffled when he says, “Only the ones I meet in movie theaters.”

That's the power of love (cute af fic) “Yeah, so, about that. Nice to meet ya, I’m Wade Wilson but def not your Wade Wilson although I gotta say, I’m jealous of the asshole.”

Baby, i’d victoria your secret anytime (another good boy) Peter’s known Wade for a while now, so he can maybe see how this makes sense -- like, maybe Wade has a thing about going commando and just happened to have an old girlfriend’s panties lying around, one thing led to another…but…“And the bra?” Peter croaks.

It's The Alcohol Talking It wasn't every day that Wade came across a drunk-off-his-ass Spider-man.

Marco (this is fuckin’ hurt ok???) Spidey was fine. Everything was going to be fine.

Took no time with the fall (Part One of “wasn’t looking for this” series) When the Avengers had briefed him on Deadpool, they played up the Kills People for Money and Has No Real Morals angle and left out the Is Pretty Damn Funny and Charming in a Weird, Terrifying Sort of Way part.Or, five times they meet on rooftops plus one time they take it to the streets*

Now you're in my way (Part Two of “wasn’t looking for this” series) Wade's been with the Avengers for four months. The two of them have been together for five.Their relationship consists of taco-based dates, a ton of sex, and, well, Avenging.

The Stalking of Wade Wilson "It’s around this point that a niggling thread of thought worms its way into his head when he’s not paying attention, one that gently suggests that Wade might be slightly less of a bad guy than Peter previously thought."

Seeing the real you (it's not what I imagined) "The fuck,“ Deadpool said slowly. He was staring at him in a way that made Peter feel decidedly uncomfortable, and this was saying something, considering Deadpool had a habit of leering at him at the most inappropriate times. "Are you kidding me?" he eventually gasped. "How OLD are you? Twelve?“

I'll Always Protect You Anonymous said: If anyone is up for it I have a rescue prompt idea where Peter (he is not in his spiderman suit) is taken as a hostage with a gun to the head along with a few other civilians. Peter is warning the criminals to let everyone go otherwise his fiance,Wade, will kill them all. They mock him and beat him up. Then a furious Deadpool saves Peter by the most badass way possible. Also I would love if someone write how unnervingly skilled Wade is as a mercenary. Please? Anyone?

Your ass is mine  Spidey takes a toilet break while on patrol. He wasn't expecting Wade to join him.

When I'm Inside You Spiders are hard to catch. When Deadpool manages to pin one down on an NYC rooftop, he thinks he deserves a prize.

Daddy It had started as a joke, which was conveniently how most of these things always happened.

Any Means Necessary Anonymous said: Abo au where Peter is a young mutant who both displayed his heat early before his adolscent stage and spidey powers that went out of haywire the moment his heat started, leaving him to thrash around the city, running away from his family. Wade Wilson, an alpha, who happens to be a professional mercenary for hire, is now paid to catch this mutant, and try and calm him down by “any means necessary” because Peter, even as an omega is swrecking havoc amongst the city. [ 1/2 ] Of course, Wade takes those words seriously, and decides to just do that solution by first, capturing and drugging the young omega, and then, placing him in what could be described as a special and adjustable breeding stand in Wade’s attempts to calm Peter down. [ 2/2 ]

One Fear (Two Fear), Red Rear (Pink Rear) (Note: Now this is where “read the tags first” is applicable af. Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you dude) Anonymous said: Hello, another one for you: Deadpool adopts MCU Spidey and treats him like his actual child. That is until Peter starts growing up more and Wade can't help but feel attracted to him. At around age 15, Peter starts actively trying to seduce Wade. Wade resists, but in the end gives in. My kingdom for hardcore daddy kink, Sub!Peter, Wade calling him a good boy/baby boy. 

Wo Rauch Ist (this fic is fucking gold) "Someone needs to write a ‘the fire alarm went off at 3 am and now the cute guy from the flat next door is standing next to me in his underwear’ AU" 

[color-in-your-hands]

I didn’t spend three days tweaking my headcanons for this TRC Mass Effect au just to let it languish in my WIPS unused, so here you all are: a hot mess none of you have any interest in, I’m sure.

Niall Lynch was a liar and a scoundrel, but a filthy rich one who owned the better half of a garden world on which he decided to raise his family in seclusion, luxury, and outside the reach of Council space.  No one quite knew where he made his money, and ultimately, it’s unimportant now that he’s dead and all of his assets have been seized in a Spectre investigation into his life and death.  The only certainties are this: his wife has been comatose since his death, his three sons are making their own ways without their parents, and his ties to Cerberus are only just starting to come to light.  His wife languishes in a private hospital on the Citadel, under constant C-Sec guard for her own protection, and their youngest son is attending a private university there and his eldest is a PR manager for the Human Embassy on the Presidium by day and an information broker by night.  The middle son, upon his father’s death, was sent off to the Alliance’s Ascension program and later Grissom Academy for biotics training, and then vanished. At a time when much of galactic society is still resistant or ignorant to the imminent threat of the Reapers, the rise of organized crime setting out to take advantage of the helpless and confused is inevitable.  The Dream Pack is no different: a confederation of criminals who are about to graduate to the big leagues and give established groups a run for their credits.  Lead by Earthborn biotic Joseph Kavinsky, the Dream Pack is known for their flashy collection of fighter-class ships and their hit-and-run tactics on larger vessels.  In recent months, though, it’s been noted that the Pack seems to be short one of their ships (one painted with a raven insignia) as well as one of their more recognizable members who went by the nickname Greywaren.   Niall Lynch’s middle son eventually resurfaces on the Citadel, coming off several years in the Terminus Systems and a long run with the Dream Pack.  How Ronan ended up running with the Dream Pack or what made him split and go off on his own is unknown, but his years spent MIA have honed his biotics into a finely tuned instrument of destruction and hardened him beyond recognition.  He has a remarkable talent for languages almost as impressive as his biotics, relying on his translator only for languages he can’t physically reproduce.    Henry Cheng is the heir to a considerable human-owned technology company, the son of a nanotechnology innovator and an information broker who dabbles in art and arms.  He wants for nothing, yet finds himself more at peace in space than he’s ever been on Earth, living with his mother in her luxe Presidium apartment and being precisely what he’s expected to be: a spoiled human with a penchant for partying and doing nothing with his time.  He is more involved with his mother’s less legal work than anyone knows and, really, that’s what’s best for business.  His knack for reconnaissance (with the aid of his illegal AI companion Robobee) would be invaluable if put to more legitimate pursuits than intel for his mother’s work.

The Ganseys weren’t looking for a legacy or acting out of narcissism when they made the choice to fully genetically engineer their two children, or so they say, but one does know the kind of image they uphold.  Their son, Richard Gansey III, is incredibly insecure about his origin and struggles to understand how he fits into the universe because of it, especially since he died in childhood and is currently a clone fed the original’s memories.  In this universe, he doesn’t have his signature bee allergy, but instead has a phobia of mobile-platform synthetics because a security mech malfunctioned and killed him. Noah is Gansey’s personal VI, designed and optimized to act as his therapy companion as he recovered from his fatal injuries and recreation as a child.  Gansey personally spent a small fortune in credits to make Noah more “human”--tweaking the default avatar and personality to match that of his friend who was with him (and died) when they were attacked by the synthetic.  Virtual Intelligences are, by nature, unable to learn, act outside their limited programming, or become self-aware, but occasionally Noah seems self-aware.  That would be a result of illegal modifications or deliberate sabotage. Pilgrimage is the single best thing that’s ever happened to Blue--and no, that isn’t her real name in this AU.  Growing up on the crowded, drifting Flotilla had her longing for the chance to leave and see the galaxy, and she couldn’t wait to leave the Vulpes as soon as she could.  During her travels, she earned the nickname Blue for the color of her enviro-suit and her standoffish reluctance to give her name to complete strangers, and she seems to like it.  She’s in no rush to return to life with the Migrant Fleet, but she knows she has to look for a suitable gift to bring back to the ship she hopes to join.  She just...isn’t looking for that gift very hard.  And she’s not sure she wants to leave her birth ship at all.  So far, she’s content to wander. Adam grew up looking at the stars, when and where he could find them.  Growing up in the slums of Washington D.C., one of the greatest megatropolises and political hubs in the United North American States, he wanted nothing more than to leave Earth and all the poverty and misery of his childhood behind there.  After “an accident” involving his father, he falsified his records to remove his parents from them and made himself a year older, and he enlisted with the Alliance.  He passed the the first level of N7 training and was invited to attend the second, during which he was severely injured.  With commendations and an open invitation to resume N7 training upon his return to active duty, he’s currently working in the civilian sector with C-Sec’s Networking Division.  

[helloarmchairphilosopher]

Writer's works in progress

I saw that someone else had written up their wip-s, so maybe writing up mine will make me GET ON WITH IT and help me write more on one (or more) of them. 1) 1938 Brooklyn Murder mystery: in which a Ripper (any killer with a knife is always dubbed a Ripper by the press, it's a thing) stalks the young men of the queer/gay community of Brooklyn. One by one young men die and the cops either can't or won't do anything about a few dead [slur]; the mob doesn't care either; war looms in Europe; the Mayor is trying to clean up the city before the World's Fair; the dynamics of the queer community itself is changing as men and women who previously might not have considered themselves part of it are thrown in with it, with new laws meant to manage a moral society; and two men, in exactly that predicament, are watching their friends dying at the hands of the Ripper and hoping they're not next, while dealing with feelings for each other. (The historian in me has run amok.) 2) The Sweater Curse: (Bagginshield) In which hobbits consider it bad luck to make crocheted or knitted garments for themselves (a sign that one has no kin) because sweaters are made and given between first and second degree blood relatives (parents and children, grandparents and grandchildren, aunts and uncles and nieces and nephews). Other kinds of garments are given freely. If a sweater is given to an unrelated person it is considered a proposal. In which dwarves make their own crocheted or knitted garments for themselves (a sign of their craft-skill and self-sufficiency). Other kinds of garments are bought and sold freely. If a sweater is offered as a gift to another person it is befuddling at best and an insult at worst. The Sweater Curse in our world says that if a person, usually a woman, starts to make a sweater for their significant other, usually a man, before they are married, the relationship will end. The fic I'd imagined had a happy ending - with Thorin thinking that Bilbo had been making the sweater for himself. "You loveable dunce, did you never notice I'd keep borrowing Kíli to size it correctly for you? I'd be swimming in it!" 3) transman Phil Coulson fic. I'm not trans, so I'd have to tread carefully here. My real aim is feminism and femininity. A male Coulson has leeway in a manner that a female Coulson would not. A male Coulson is not told that he is missing out on the essential manly quality of being a father and a husband; he is not automatically assumed, on walking into a room, to be the secretary or the assistant. Women always have to be twice as good to be perceived as half as competent, and then (often) they're told not to be a b*tch about it. But all this from the point of Clint Barton, who is kind of clueless, and who really loves Phil (I kind of love this ship and like the rest of the fandom I'm not really sure why), means that he just sees grade-A badass Phil Coulson. Full stop. No edits. No matter what is, or isn't, in his past, in his pants, in his medical file, or what his parents used to call him. 4) Werewolf romance novel Tall dark and handsome (TM) is the antagonist who is stalking and eating people. He's a creep who plays into rape culture and preys on young women who think that his bad boy vibe cover up anything other than a black heart. The protagonist is a smart and kick-ass young woman with a shiny degree and huge student loans working below her talents, as a barman, which is how she knows of the antagonist and his creepiness. She has a friend, her landlady's daughter, who is close to her age. (Yay for passing the Bechdel test? I'd better, after actually meeting Alison Bechdel.) The love interest is this sandy blonde dorky guy, a drifter who works construction and throws darts at the bar. When people start getting chewed up he's the prime suspect, and even our protagonist doesn't know what to think - but only until our antagonist tries to take a bite out of her, and he intervenes, as a werewolf. And from there it's your usual. I got sick of the werewolf books with creepy rape culture overtones and not passing the Bechdel test and thought, I could do better. 5) a Clint Barton/Darcy Lewis fanfic, in which she helps patch him up after Loki's mind control. In the comics, Clint had a pretty messed up childhood. Circus, dad who beat him, taught to shoot by a man who beat him and then used him first as a thief and then as a killer (or so I loosely understand; and I'd be using a variation on that in the fic, anyway). He would have had to have therapy for it at SHIELD just to be functional as an agent around people. But Loki's mind control messed with all that, breaking the locks and self-management he'd had for so long. He'd have major depressive episodes and PTSD following it. And Darcy, being a civilian, might not be the best person to bring him out, but she was there for Thor and the Destroyer. She saw some shit. And who knows what she had in her childhood. (I do, because I created it, but I'm the author and I can do what I like.) What was done by Loki cannot be undone, but what was done before Loki could, just maybe, be done over again, more painstakingly and with greater care, like walking around the glass shards of a broken vase. 6) a Fíli/fem!Bilbo fic: in which a pregnant Bilbo runs from the Mountain. (Thorin died of his wounds, but Fíli and Kíli survived.) Bilbo, in whatever feminized spelling of one's choosing, won't, can't, stay. The memories of battle, of being shaken like a rat over the gates of Erebor, are too fresh and too raw. The halls reek of dragon and she hears Smaug's eerie deep voice creeping in the shadows. No, she cannot stay. She must go somewhere green. A month, a year, five years, forever, she must go somewhere clean and cleansed. And Fíli, her One, can't go. She knows this. And she, even though she's his One, can't stay. Magic lover's nonsense and whatever, there's reality you have to deal with, and sometimes reality means PTSD and dragon stink. So they argue, the night after his coronation. She is due to leave the next day with Gandalf and it'll be the last time - it's emotionally fraught. He's mad and she's mad, because they both *want* it to be different. In my mind's eye I saw the argument, in the indirect result: his name was Frerin. And, of course, that can't be let alone, since as the eldest son of a king, half-hobbit or no, he is heir apparent to a throne, and a birthright. Tolkien wrote that dwarf populations at the end of the end of the Third Age and into the Fourth dwindled until the race itself failed - meaning that there were too few women having too few children. This is obvious enough from what we see in the appendices. A king having a son hidden from him and raised by a non-dwarf woman, even if she is his mother? A scandal, the fanon assumes, and I presume with it. 7) a Bucky Barnes in slightly more efficient and effective hiding fic. There's that photo going around of Sebastian Stan from the set of his latest movie and he has this big mustache, and jeez if Bucky looked like that, some people commented, and not all 90s Grunge, he might have escaped a lot better, since the photo Zemo circulated assumed that Bucky looked like a hobo. Personally I don't see Bucky growing that mustache (looking like Howard Stark, who he assassinated, would give him a heart attack). Nor do I see him as a teacher, of math or otherwise, as the original post suggested; he'd never pass the background check. But there's another picture of Sebastian Stan I saw that was also relatively recent (but before any of the photos from the set of I, Tonya) with a full beard, and if he'd grown that out, if Bucky had grown that out, maybe he might have looked like Norm Abram back when he was younger. So, maybe a carpenter. It's a sin to hide that beautiful jawline, but effective. Bucky would get away from HYDRA and SHIELD both, just by staying off the radar and not looking like what they expect. He could even use his real name - there are 4,207 other James Barnes-es in the US, what would make him special? There are only 27 Clint Bartons. One borrowed social security number, one rented house, anywhere would do but I was thinking Santa Fe (because I've been there and can describe it, it's cool enough in part of the year he can wear long sleeves outside and the rest of the year there's air conditioning and he can wear long sleeves inside to cover the arm, and because it's a tourist town, people with money to spend on his carpentry work). From my notes, in particular: He checks in at the spots the Smithsonian mentioned. Red Hook, Dumbo, Coney Island. Those spots in Brooklyn that are supposed to have had that towheaded little captain America to be and his sidekick to become running amok in the 1920s. Some pieces fit. Bits of bitty Steve fit in, here and here, slotting back into Bucky's memory. Steve is a huge, pun intended, part of who he once was. To have made Bucky forget Steve, no wonder he forgot himself - - or was it the other way around, that Bucky forgot himself because he forgot Steve? 8) nonfiction, Torah commentary, starting with Genesis (Bereshit). 9) nonfiction, the history (I've been working on for five years) of the Hasidic movement during the Holocaust. Various dynasties and their rebbes, and the rebbes' successors, and the survival of the Hasidim and the Hasidut - how it worked, where it happened, how it happened; but from there, which members of the rabbinical families did not survive? Why? What attempts were made to save them? When attempts were made, who was given first preference and what stated reason, if any, was given? These are questions that have not yet been answered. And I have limited access to Hasidim, by language and by culture. These are not questions anyone would ever give me a straight answer to, of course. I have strong suspicions. Nothing more. The demographics of death - these are records we do have - say a lot. And the final chapters of the book, or the last volume, or the next book, also needs to be written: the rise to power of the other Hasidic dynasties, the massive shift in power away from Poilisher-Yidish culture elsewhere due to the near destruction of that community. Lubavitch, Bobov, Satmar, Belz, and Ger - only the last is Poilisher-Yidish. Before the war the largest Hasidic dynasties were to be found in Poland: Ger, Aleksandr, and Radomsk. There's a lot here no one else has done. I suppose it falls to me. So, I have many things to work on. I have lots to choose from. If only my brain would ACTUALLY LET ME DO IT, DAMMIT.