#ally’s angst fest

[allylikethecat]

Okay y’all which fic would you like to see updated next (other than the Christmas Fic I need to emotionally recover from that chapter before plowing ahead myself lol) OR do you want a NEW fic (I have the Equestrian AU first chapter finished, and I can *probably* finish the Vampire 75 AU first chapter by Tuesday if I tried really hard) I’m not going to guarantee that is the fic I’m going to update, but as I stare at my collection of Google docs I am open to input (please give me input I’m a people pleaser) 😊 Thank you!! (If no one answers I will be quietly deleting this post and we will pretend it never happened)

[ashrayus]

PLSSSS MORE FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS OF JASON TODDDD!

DUDEE!!!! really happy u asked but also omg this got long agaiN who would have thought (!) i added summaries this time tho :)

here is part one of my fic recs XD

andd heres the new ones!! pls give them some love if u read them :D

Dick and Jason:

how lonely to be something that nothing wants to kill by sunlitlemonade

There were blood drops dripping down his fingers to the ground. The puddle was big enough for it to have spread around more than half the tub. His breaths shuddered, they were shallow and waning. But he was breathing and Dick’s world centered around that.

starting strong with Angst go read all of sun’s fics i always die and get revived <333 pls mind the tags on this one

cast on/cast off by hellsreluctantheir

“This is surprisingly non-destructive for Jason,” Dick comments, lightly. In the parking lot, Jason pulls a grenade out of one of his pockets, yanks the pin, and tosses it through the roller door and out of sight, before tearing out of the parking lot in chase of the truck. “Well, for a minute there,” Dick amends. He takes a step back towards the alley the batmobile is parked in, giving Bruce a quick glance. “We following? “No,” Bruce says, as the grenade goes off. “He’s cleared the warehouse. We can get into the office.” Dick sighs again. But Jason knows he can call in if he needs help.

time loop!!! read most of this writer's fics and fell in love with them all,, go read fr

bloodstained by hellsreluctantheir

“I know where the clinic is, asshole,” Jason said. The wad of gauze he was using to keep pressure kept slipping against his shoulder. The knife had caught the space between two panels, split to allow movement. Lucky shot. “Ok, let me make sure you get there without passing out from blood loss,” Dick said, a deliberate evenness to his tone, like he was doing his best to accomodate someone who was being completely unreasonable. Shithead. “I’m not going to pass out,” Jason said, ignoring the fact that he was actually feeling pretty unsteady on his feet. He caught himself with his good shoulder on the entry to the bathroom, took a deep breath. “What would Daddy Bats think if he knew you were here, trying to help me?” “I assume something like, ‘Wow, Dick, you’re such a good brother, trying so hard to make sure Jason is ok even when he’s being a complete idiot about it,’” Dick sniped.

heres another one from them. jasons scars and dick. andd another one next

brothers in arms by hellsreluctantheir

It wasn’t like none of them went undercover. Jason practically lived there. And he’d punch anyone who tried to make it a sob story for him, to cluck over the times he’d been alone in a pit of vipers, act like it was some tragedy. But given half a minute to think about it, Dick somewhere completely cut off from everyone but Bruce, no allies on hand, surrounded by enemies. Angry as he was at the lie, there was something about that he just fucking hated. or Thinking your brother is dead and then finding out he's been alive the whole time really has a way of making you rethink the relationship.

Shelter by Ptelea

Two safe houses, two nights dealing with the aftermath of fear toxin, multiple conversations, several meals. Written for Sholio's September 2020 Comfort Fest for a prompt from Musesfool. Warning-wise, there's nothing graphic here but there are definitely references to past canon trauma for both the characters.

the way they are written here <33

Rotten Fruits by couldyoublameme

“I’m fine,” Dick assured gently, sitting up slightly. “Just a bad night, is all.” It’s a familiar phrase he has used so often. Whenever the addiction crawls back into his mind, a parasite he can never truly get rid of. The family knows what it means. Knows what the ‘bad’ is. Knows what to do. “Oh,” Jason says. “Why?”

absolutely murdered me. pls do mind the tags

You Can Do Better Than That by AlexaAffect

All Jason could hear was his own ragged breathing. He desperately gasped for air, each breath more exhausting than the last and his lungs and throat burned with the effort. In. And, he needed a second longer with every breath he took, out. His arms had been suspended for the last… 15? minutes? Jason had quit keeping track of the time, he’d been too preoccupied trying to hold himself upright, trying to ease his position, switch it up, anything to prolong the guaranteed death. “Red Hood?” That was Dick’s voice. Huh. So they had found him fast enough. Or alternatively; Dick finds a kidnapped Jason shortly before he asphyxiates.

this fic is just oddly comforting to me idk. very precious

Equivalent Exchange by Lysical

Apparently favors don't expire on death. --"What do you want, Dick?" "For you to be happy, Jay." Dick leaned over and pinched his cheek. Jason reached up and swiped at him, scowling. "And world peace."

ADORABLE and fun

Just for Now by Lysical

Jason was back in Gotham and the timing couldn't be worse for him to need assistance on a case. He didn't want to see any of the Bats and he was sure the feeling was mutual. Nightwing was the worst option for Oracle to pick to help him out.

To Reconcile by CasualDanger

“Babs slapped me at your funeral.” Jason goes to laugh, but it’s just a cough and his mouth barely even twitches up. “She hated me in that moment. I mean, really, really hated me, like I did Talia after I found out Damian had died. And I wondered,” his voice cracks, eyes glassy now, “did you hate anyone when I was gone? Because I was gone?”

he ain't heavy, he's my brother by someplacewarm

Dick's been putting off meeting with Jason for a while now, but when a distress call comes through, he has no choice but to answer. Or the one where Dick and Jason talk, fight, get high and cuddle. In that order.

making gold out of it by vmkhoney

Dick talks himself back down on the bathroom floor, clinical and detached. (For someone whose primary skill is manipulating his body, it’s not very often that he feels connected to it.) - Or, five years after Blockbuster, Dick begins teetering on the ledge of processing what Catalina did to him.

a wonderful dick grayson fic, and jason is there being a good brother. mind the tags

What Hurts You by blueyeti

Dick comes to Jason's aid when he's injured in a fight, or at least he thinks he has.

jason has no scars!! and thats also sad

at me, too, someone is looking by bacondoughnut

Dick Grayson knows he's got problems when the Red Hood's busted leg somehow becomes his concern. aka; How Dick Grayson finds out Jason Todd is alive. A story about healing.

a rather long one for my standards XD (very short attention span) but this made me sit down and read. very fun jason

Bruce and Jason:

Saltwater and Desperation by bacondoughnut

Jason's not sure how he even manages to get himself out of the harbor. He's just glad Bruce is there when he does. Not that he'll ever, ever admit as much out loud.

same writer, love this jason (and bruce) so much

Insomnolence by navree

It's not like he slept much as a kid anyway; this is just a return to the status quo. He's not overly tired, and even if he's been sleeping less than his already limited amount throughout April, that's still not any of her business. Bad memories are already bad enough even before they spend the next few years in the aftermath becoming nightmares.

navree being The bruce and jason writer for me all of their fics are so o(- (

Ash Into The Wind by navree

This is his dad in there, the first man he ever called Dad, at any rate, and even after everything, booze and jail and Bruce and death and then death again, there's never going to be a part of Jason that isn't gutted that he's dead. One night, a wraith in a red helmet slips onto the grounds of Blackgate Penitentiary to steal one specific thing.

another one from them

Trapped by lurkinglurkerwholurks

BatFam Week 2018, Day Two. Prompt: Trapped Yes, the prompt is "trapped" and it's a Jason fic. I'm so, so sorry. (Not really, though.) Please see tags for potential triggers.

binge read this writers fics recently they write them so nice

Overcoming Our Antecedents by Batbirdies

Bruce swallows, closing his eyes for a brief moment before he takes another, steadying breath and presses both hands to his face. He just needs a moment. Needs to remember where he is, what year it is, that Jason is not actually fifteen, he only looks like he is. This is temporary. This is just a temporary problem that needs to be contained until they can change Jason back. This is not a repeat of events already passed. This is not a second chance.

Jason and Batfam:

Names and Neapolitan by Muddell

“Goddamnnit Robin,” Hood is there, pulling him into his arms. Robin sees that helmet, he sees the green eyes, the dark hair, he sees open, gray, Gotham sky, and hears tires squealing, and then he sees stone. He sees the cave. Bruce is there. Alfred is there. Dick is there. And Hood is there. Robin rolls in and out of consciousness. He reaches out, snatches the smell of copper and the touch of leather, and he holds Hood’s hand and he does not let go. He’s allowed to say it now. “Jason,” he says. “Don’t leave.” Or, following Dick telling Tim about his older brother, to Tim actually knowing him.

read a couple fics from this writer all so good!!!

Six Ways to Sunday by Muddell

Jason catches Duke hiding a headache and says, is anyone going to deal with that?

same writer!! really love their jason

Settle Down and Sleep by OberonBronze

A series of vignettes about seeking comfort. Damian tries his hand at being a comfort animal; Tim shows up at Jason’s place for an impromptu sleepover; Jason bonds with his older brother after a damaging fear toxin trip; Dick and Bruce have a long-overdue conversation.

really liked jason and dick in this :)

Tuck Me In by OberonBronze

Bruce Wayne and his long-standing habit of tucking his kids into bed.

think how great it is to fall asleep (and how terrible it is to wake up) by mikkal

Jason was fifteen, barely five foot, and underweight for his age when he died. When he came back to his body, suddenly he was too tall, too scarred, too much, too different. And he just... never got used to it. (Or: 5 times a Bat noticed/discovered his body dysphoria post resurrection)

Stranger Danger by alchemistsarego, whumpinaheartbeat (alchemistsarego)

There was never one particular moment that Damian registered that he was losing consciousness. Everything simply flashed from one thing to the next, even though some part of him understood that time had been passing in between. He had been sitting upright, rolling his eyes at something someone had said, then he was on the ground being pinned by some unknowable weight. All at once the weight was gone again, replaced instead by something not only lighter, but much warmer too. A blanket? No, a jacket.

jason and others:

Past Experience by Rookblonkorules

He thinks he might be dying. Again.

clark and jason :)

Bats in the Belfry by endlessnepenthe

Hal idly wonders how long he has before he's found. Probably not very. The Bat's freaky like that. (Or, Hal goes to Gotham and discovers that Batman's brand of freaky isn't exactly one of a kind.)

jason and hal jordan??! and slade? and magic.

[lanafofana]

(belated) WIP wednesday

I had this thought for a real angst fest of a fic where Gale loved Tav but had to stand by while she romanced Astarion and Halsin. After Tav becomes illithid her lovers leave her and, unwilling to let herself become a threat to anyone, kills herself quietly in solitude. This is a tiny excerpt where the tadfools reunite after finding out what happened.

“Well, you understand, Halsin,” Astarion says, looking for an ally. “You left her too.” 

“That was different.” 

A soft voice rises in challenge. “Was it indeed?” Gale, three sheets to the wind, isn’t looking at any of them. He’s spent the night alternating between staring out the window or into the depths of his whiskey. 

“Of course, I still loved her. Her form didn’t change that.” 

Gale’s bleary gaze finds Halsin’s and the accusation in them is scorching. “Your love,” he scoffs. “Your love didn’t stop you from leaving her alone though did it? How’s that haven you’ve been building out in the wilderness, eh? What a grand idea, I’m sure she was so happy for you too. Wouldn’t have even dreamed of imposing but, then, you didn’t even think to ask her to come with you did you?”

Halsin is the first to look away, something like shame coiling in his chest. It was true. He’d been thinking about how difficult her future was going to be, how grim to face such circumstances alone. Comforting her with assurances that nature would provide a place for her. And then he had left her to her fate all the while carving out a place for those seeking shelter and community. “The people–” he begins to explain but Gale’s eyes are bright and his tone is vicious. 

“You didn’t even try.” 

Astarion rolls his eyes. “It’s not like we could even be sure it was still her in there.”

“I was,” says Gale. "I was sure." There is no disguising the sheen of unshed tears in his eyes as he turns away, back to his corner by the window, gazing out at the night sky. “I did my duty, as she advised, I returned the crown to Mystra, and I came back to help my...my dear friend. I was going to invite her to Waterdeep for a spell, if her lovers could bear the separation so soon after our…victory.” Disgust colors his tone. “But I was too late.” He drains his glass and sniffs. “Always too fucking late.” 

His glass smashes against the wall. Halsin flinches but Astarion is cool, composed. Disaffected. Gale has the insane urge to claw his eyes out. 

[idontknowreallywhy]

4 - Patience

Penultimate instalment in this ‘what is the earth without the sky?’ angst-fest. Although mischievous-hallucination-Scotty does add a degree of lightness if you ignore the actual agony of his existence. He’s been making me chuckle…

And I say penultimate because I’ve written the last bit too. Where it gets a little better. HOLD THE PHONE, DID I ACTUALLY FINISH A FIC??

Presence, Absence, Divulgence…

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One thing he would say for the drugs, they had dampened his hunger. He guessed they knew that which was why he’d barely been given anything to eat beyond bland nutrition shakes. Scotty kept scoffing cookies and pie at the foot of the bed and wouldn’t share.

At one point he was tucking into an outrageously large rib eye steak with fries. Virgil begged for a bite but he’d shook his head and wagged a finger with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Virgil threw a pillow at him and then regretted it when his brother disappeared for a while. Then the hunger did too, leaving behind only emptiness and an ache that made him nauseous.

Next time Virgil woke, Scotty was back and flicking popcorn at his little brother. Thankfully, now the sedatives and whatever else he’d been taking were wearing off, his reflexes were much better. He managed to reach out and catch several of the kernels, although kept dropping them and losing them amongst the bedsheets before he could get them into his mouth. His gross motor control was improving quicker than his fine motor, he reasoned. That was fine. He only needed to walk… maybe run, and that was a gross motor thing.

Maybe he could test that out now?

He’d realised the checks by the medical staff followed a very regular pattern. According to the glowing numbers to his right, they could be relied upon to appear every 30 mins or so, between 05 and 10 mins past the hour and between 35 and 40. Unless he did anything weird. When they’d found the pillow on the floor that seemed to have prompted some extra visits but as long as he kept being compliant and drowsy nobody came in between.

Except Dad. He’d been there a few times but after that first occasion post Virgil overhearing what he’d overheard… when Dad didn’t tell him anything new… Virgil pretended to be asleep while he was there. The most useful thing to come out of those visits was he’d heard his father mention a room number and “upstairs” to someone waiting outside the door. Virgil memorised the number - 726 - but decided not to ‘wake’ to ask about it. If he wasn’t going to be trusted with the information, he and Scotty would find out for themselves.

Dad had been weird anyway, ever since Virgil had punched him on the roof of the ranch. He couldn’t quite remember what had prompted that, or why he was there in the first place but he knew it had been Scotty’s fault. At some point he’d have to have a word with his brother about why he hadn’t stood up for him and explained how everything was perfectly safe.

Scotty himself just chatted away about flying and stories from the air force and that seemed to keep Dad happy. He suspected his father preferred hearing from Scott anyway, even though Virgil knew none of the stories were new. They had more in common. And as far as he knew Scott had never hit their father. Virgil tried to stop thinking about that. He suspected there would be a Conversation at some point.

Anyway, Dad had been here a few hours ago and probably wouldn’t be back again today. And it was currently 20 mins past the hour. So. As long as he was quiet…

Virgil carefully pushed back the sheets, swung his legs round and flinched as his bare feet met the cool lino. Everything ached. He reached out to Scotty to give him a hand up but his frustrating sibling grinned and backed away with his hands held out, beckoning, like when they were helping Allie learn to walk.

Allie. Virgil could feel in his gut that there was a Conversation due with his littlest brother too but the reason escaped him at the moment.

He blinked rapidly and refocused. He toddled on unpractised legs and slightly numb toes toward Scotty who backed away slowly until he stepped right through the wall.

The idiot.

Virgil wasn’t stupid enough to follow, the nurses would see him if he went outside his room. He rested his hands gently against the insipid green paintwork and then pivoted to walk around the outside of the small room until he reached the other side of the bed and climbed slowly back in, shoving Scotty over to make room. Despite getting a little tangled in the sheets which required some moderate flailing to put right, the prisoner managed to be appropriately restful-looking when the overly cheerful nurse arrived at 36 minutes past the hour. He maintained the act despite his maddening brother hiding under the sheets and poking him in the side. With a heroic effort Virgil kept a straight face and only allowed the giggles to escape once the nurse had left the room.

He practised twice more that day, the last time trying a little jog from one side of the room to the other which worked ok except the awful elastic-free pajama pants he was wearing slipped alarmingly. No matter, he’d just have to keep a hand free to hold them up. Scotty was no help at all, just leaning up against the wall and cackling in his ridiculous kookaburra way. Virgil had a mind to steal his jeans and make him wear the stupid pants of indignity, see how suave he’d look then.

But, idiot brothers aside, he was ready. All he needed to do was be patient. As well as A patient. Scotty had liked that one judging by the wink and the finger guns.

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He woke to the sound of a kerfuffle and Scotty shaking his shoulder. Multiple pairs of feet ran past his door and down the corridor and he could hear yelling and cursing from one of the other rooms. His eyes widened and Scotty nodded at him in confirmation.

This was their chance.

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[madamefluffnstuff]

TES Summerfest 2024, Day 2: Golden Secret

Day 2 of TES Summerfest 2024! Hosted by @tes-summer-fest.

I mean it's a day late but this week has been hectic.

Fandom: Elder Scrolls Online Pairing: None Rating: T Warning(s): Imprisonment, Captivity, Kind of sort of Kidnapping (it's Meridia, she's a spiteful hag, it comes with the territory), Gaslighting, Has a Happy Hopeful Ending I Swear (TM), Darien gives himself a second chance. Spoilers for the Daggerfall Covenant questline and the Summerset DLC. Words: 977 AN: Darien is a good source of angst but Divines I need to give him a chance at hope. And I need to quit making stuff that breaks my own heart, this can't be good for me. Or for my followers.

Darien is imprisoned by Meridia for trying to escape again and she locks him away. All he has are his thoughts to motivate him.

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Despite the name "The Colored Rooms", the realm itself was... not very colorful. The only exception to the blues, greens, and browns was the brand new "prison cell" Meridia whipped up. This mockery of a Nirn jail was a porcelain-white hue with garish gold accents and bars, only big enough for a single prisoner.

Coincidentally, there was, in fact, a singular prisoner in the cell. His back pressed against the wall, wrists in shackles attached to said wall level with his head. As if just chains weren't bad enough, Meridia just had to put it where he could constantly see his hands, but not be able to use them.

"Well, now you've done it," Darien Gautier muttered to himself, glaring at the golden bars and crumpled paper sheets in front of him. He rolled his shoulders and clenched his fists to get some circulation flowing.

He cursed himself again for getting caught. He managed to get a few letters out, even a small pamphlet that somehow made its way to Summerset. But as he was about to send another letter, the Lady of Light discovered his little secret.

Meridia scolded him like a petulant child. Didn't he appreciate what she was doing for him? Saving his friends, keeping them alive? Dissuading the other Princes from coming after them? Giving them a chance to make a name for themselves?

Be the heroes they were meant to be?

Something about that last line made something snap in the back of his mind, and- in the heat of the moment- Darien leapt to his feet and did something he never thought he'd have the guts to do;

He talked back to a god.

What he actually said, he didn't remember. Couldn't remember, maybe. All he did remember was there being a solid ten seconds of stunned silence. Then a blinding white light. And finally, him waking up in the cell with a killer hangover-like headache and his arms in chains.

His memory as a whole was foggy most days, but he didn't dare to write any of it down for fear Meridia would find out and take that from him too. Little bits and pieces would come back here and there. Those fleeting memories were precious to him.

The Lion Guard taking down the werewolves in Camlorn. The liberation of Shornhelm with Countess Tamrith and Captain Jenaeve. When they almost lost the good Captain. Gwendis helping him find the smugglers' tunnels. Skordo calling him a "long-legged bastard", asking him to slow down when they were being chased.

Hearing second-hand Gabrielle mention to the Antiquarian's Guild how she wanted to save him.

"Gods DAMN IT ALL!" He nearly roared in frustration. The metal bar on the wall creaked as he leaned forward, gasping for air as he fought back frustrated tears. "Why... why is it... like this..."

Darien slumped back and slid down, the chains clinking and rattling as his eyes slowly closed in exhaustion. Whether or not he realized it, his tired body was forcing him to rest. He was simply too drained.

Then, without warning, it clicked: His friends. His comrades. Allies and fellow soldiers.

The entire Lion Guard, the Countess and her sister. Skordo the Knife. House Ravenwatch. Gabrielle. The late King Dynar. His own father, the General.

They were waiting for him. They were actively looking for him. He couldn't give up on them or himself. Not when so many people cared about him and were awaiting a miracle.

He opened his eyes warily, half expecting to see Meridia glowering at him. To his relief, she was nowhere to be seen. Darien decided to wait a few minutes to make sure there were no watch guards nearby where they could hear him. Then, slowly, he rocked himself enough to get on one knee. He balled his hands into fists and started to pull against the wall.

"Got to do this," he muttered in a voice just barely above audibility. "Have to... get out... Have to do it- nngh!- for them..."

Even Daedric metal has its limits. As he grunted and strained against his confines, Darien could hear the binds groaning. He grit his teeth;

"You can do it, Darien. Just- just a bit- more-!"

Without warning, the shackles on the wall snapped and shattered, the noise startling him a little as the support bar flew over his head and clattered on the floor. He looked at his hands in disbelief, he was really free? Fists clenched and unclenched. He didn't dare believe it.

Darien stood up on shaky legs, testing himself and his balance. Once he steadied, he rubbed his sore wrists and looked around. The coast was clear. He was more determined than ever now as he stalked over to the golden prison bars. A quick glance told him they were not as sturdy as they appeared far away. Another trick from Meridia?

It didn't matter now. His body moved somewhat automatically as the blood rushed through his veins, vigor and vim flowing through him. He grabbed two of the gold rods in an iron grip and pulled. The bare minimum effort was all it took to completely dislodge them. Suspicion took over a moment, this was too easy for his comfort.

Maybe Meridia didn't expect her protege to try to escape again and didn't bother to make them as strong. Psychological tactic, very similar to what he had seen a few times as a soldier. But he reminded himself it didn't matter right now. The chains were off, the bars removed, and a door was open. Darien took a cautious step outside the prison cell. Looking around, he was still in the clear.

When he turned back around, the jail was slowly fading into Oblivion.

He looked left, right, and made a mad dash for the pathway where he last spotted a portal to Nirn.

[jamesunderwater]

Tidbits:

you can call me james or jamie. trans, autistic, adhd, witch, writer.

multi-fandom blog run by a multi-shipper. my main fandoms are: avatar the last airbender, legend of korra, marauder's era harry potter, doctor who, she-ra and the princesses of power, percy jackson, & bbc merlin

i do write and post smut, just as a content warning. minors be warned.

don't put up with transphobia/terf/transmed shit, racism, antisemitism, ableism, sexism, and the like.

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AO3 Highlighted Fics

Dead to Me [playlist] [tag] - 91,625 words - jily, angst, hurt/comfort

I saw a quote once that said: "How many times have I loved a thing, just because you loved it? Including me." This story is about love, but is not to be confused with a love story. It's about the love we should have had. The love we don't think we deserve. The crooked love we settle for. It is about how, in letting others love us, we learn to love ourselves.

Call and Response - 6,685 words - first war, hurt/comfort, minor jily

A series of vignettes showcasing how, despite his own personal tragedies, James Potter never fails to show up for the ones he loves – which might be his greatest strength and his greatest weakness. Set in a world where James and Lily never got together in school, the Marauders, now twenty, are fighting in the Order at the height of the war. Consider this my love letter to James “would have died rather than betray his friends,” “would have regarded it the height of dishonor to mistrust his friends,” “until the very end” Potter.

Risky Behaviour - 997 words - canon jily awkward smut

Lily is determined not to get distracted during rounds again. Written for @jilymicrofics Mystery Microfic May Prompt 27: Risk banner by @eastwindmlk! <3

The Couch Chronicles - 3,118 words - canon jilypad fluff

written for the lovely @annabtg as part of @jilymicrofics's 2024 Jily Gift Exchange, and inspired by this fanart.

Jily Microfics, Feb 2024: An Academic Rivals Montage - 6,550 words - canon-compliant Jily, pre-relationship

Witness as James comes to terms with all of Lily Evans's levels, and Lily comes to terms with what is most likely not a heart murmur.

Bring Your Kid to Work Day(s Never End When Your Godfather is Sirius Black) - 2,012 words - good godfather sirius black

Written for Good Godfather Sirius Black Fest. Day 11, prompt: bring your kid to work day.

Just This Once - 6,196 words - jily, muggle au, gratuitous smut

When they were teenagers, James Potter promised his best friend, Sirius Black, that he would never, ever touch his sister. Lily Evans promised herself long ago that she would never, ever give into her feelings for her brother's best friend. But maybe…just this once?

Completed Fics August '23 - Present

Jily: An Unexpected Ally - 910 words - canon-divergent trans James Potter, cw: transphobia

When James gets outed as trans by Snape, everyone starts treating him differently. Everyone except Sirius, Remus, and Peter, of course - and, to his surprise...Lily Evans.

Prongsfoot: where you belong - 1,207 words - canon-divergent trans prongsfoot, hurt/comfort(ish)

Sirius is finally moving into the boys' dorm room, where he belongs. Written in celebration of Trans Day of Visibility <3

The Potters/Jily: The Raven-Haired Prince - 1,630 words - Potter family fluff, fix-it fic

He's just a little boy who wants a bedtime story - but no, not like that, and wait, it must include this, and above all, never forget, the prince must be raven-haired. Written for @jilychallenge March Challenge: Fairytales

Jily: Dying Fires - 2,146 words - canon pre-relationship jily, hurt/comfort

In fifth year, James attempts to comfort Lily by a dying fire - but finds this will require restraint on his part in a number of ways.

Dorlene: Promises to Keep - 1,142 words - dorlene; canon first war; angst

Marlene and Dorcas have run out of ways to say goodbye.

Jily: Sweet Seventeen - oneshot - 792 words - canon school years, fluff

James is dating an older woman. She loves snow. He loves... well, it's too soon to say it.

Prongsfoot: here comes a thought - oneshot - 634 words - psychiatric unit AU

sirius is just one of those kids you can't fix. no one has ever thought otherwise. until james potter.

Jily: you are my heaven - oneshot - 1,815 words - soulmates AU, jily reincarnated

What, you thought all they got was a few years together? this is for anyone who has watched what dreams may come (1998) and it's a wonderful life (1946) and is also a pisces. 'cause you get it.

Jily: Happy Holiday, You Filthy Potters - oneshot - 6,098 words - fix it fic, jily never died AU, married smut

"jily christmas family fluff!" but with sex on the stairs.

Prongsfoot: "truth is i'm so damn in love with you i don't know what to do with myself" - oneshot - 804 words - canon first war, one bed

prongsfoot + near death experiences + trapped with only one bed + gay pining

Prongsfoot: "you have no idea how long i've been wanting to do that" - oneshot - 1,017 words - muggle AU, transmasc Sirius Black, bathroom smut

prongsfoot + a locked door public bathroom on my knees trying to make you scream vibe

Prongsfoot: not going anywhere - oneshot - 2,341 words - song fic, canon death, grief

when they were boys, james potter made sirius black a promise. and not even death can make james potter break his promises.

Prongsfoot: i don't even know where you end and i begin - oneshot - 482 words - first war, canon death, grief

Remember when we were such fools? And so convinced, and just too cool? I wish I could touch you again. I wish I could still call you, friend. I'd give anything.

Jily: Tall Dark and Glasses - oneshot - 3,292 words - coffee shop AU, fluff

Tall Dark and Glasses (or TDG as he is more affectionately known) is the mysterious, painfully good-looking stranger who has been frequenting Lily's favorite coffee shop for months now. But despite having an embarrassing acronym for him, Lily, a burned out STEM major, is too comfortable being a wallflower to go up to him herself. Thank god for playing cards, I guess.

Prongsfoot: I Only Breathe When You Breathe - oneshot - 643 words - first war, angst, hurt/comfort

Sirius and James and a nearly fatal order mission. Don't worry, it isn't gay at all.

[insert-the-4thwall-entity]

Figured i'd make an oc for the sgrb HASO au, so everybody -

meet Katheryn 'Kaz' Lamez, a teenager that is one of the ONLY OTHER smart humans out there in this goober-fest called earth. Also i made her own a hoodie that I own aswell, so those picture of the hoodie irl are there for a reason ( also, also - body and hand reveal -- )

[ What the gray text say/info for Kaz]

tired af

16-ish year old angst-wreck, but a smart one

Is an artist and does parkour

pre-attacks : kind of and ally/helper of(*for) FHFIF and Mac's other *neighbor.

as of now : moved away from there(mac's apartment complex)(but not far from Foster's), still foster's ally, but also now a EDF 'V.I.A' (Very Important Ally) and helps with evacuation and protection.

And something that i didn't wrote - She(angsty, stressed and most likely depressed)and Wilt(the nicest being ever, but still has a fair amount of trauma) oddly go hand in hand (they sometimes have therapy sessions).

so, that's about it for Kaz -

[the-marron]

Weilan Derivatives 2023 Masterpost

I used this event as a motivation to finish up my wips and I did! It took me a while, but here they are:

Day 1: Valentine's Day, flowers, red wine

Roses on parade, they follow you down

The Clown/Cai Qingchuan, 15 905 words, falling in love, historical references

Written as a gift for si_mao, contains art by baiyubai.

Day 2: trick or treat, ghosts, pumpkin

If you've had a dose of a Freaky ghost

Bai Sanwan/The Reflection, background Bai Qi/Jing Ran, 4,896 words, crack, crossover, ghostbusters set up

Collaboration with @baiyubai

Day 3: Christmas, murder, police

Trip Aces

Luo Fusheng/Han Chen, 6,825 words, Adventure/Romance, James Bond-inspired

Day 4: autumn fest/ thanksgiving, hot chocolate, cosy

We will become a dream, a northern light

Bo Li/Ying Ji, 2,408 words, Enemies to Lovers, Forbidden Romance

Day 5: birthday, gifts, cake

Animigos?

Bai Qi/Jing Ran, 12,108 words, Rom Com, Rivals to Allies,

Co-written with oqueequeeufizdaminhaVIDA

Day 6: free day

I don't know why you came along at such a perfect time

Luo Qingeng/Jiang Yang, 35,058 words, kid Fic, Fix-It (on JY's part at least), slice of life

BONUS

Unceasing Path

Lin Nansheng/Luo Fei, 3,065 words, Angst and Tragedy, major character death

Written as a gift for @babischlong-six

Day 7: New Years Eve, fireworks, champagne

Champagne Problems

He Kaixin/You Dongdong, 2,007 words, Established Relationship, Meeting the Parents, Humour and Fluff

[earlgreyinpajamas]

merthur fic recs: hanahaki au pt 2

1. In Bloom by pendragonally (@pendragon-ally)

It begins with the coming of spring and blossoming flowers. For Merlin it begins, as it always does, with Arthur Pendragon.

~~~

fdjafhjk the angst!!!

2. Flower Petals by AcesOfSpade 

Hanahaki was a known, but untalked about, disease. It was chronic, painful, but not immediately life-threatening for the person inflicted. It came and went with the seasons, usually getting bad in the spring or fall.

For Arthur Pendragon, it was always the spring. He always knew when spring was coming, because he could feel new flowers blooming in his chest, petals falling passed his lips when he coughed. He had managed, over the years, to convince people he had seasonal allergies that brought on the coughing, but some people were skeptical. Mostly his close friends, but they knew better than to bring it up.

~~~

a cute fic to recover after the previous angst fest <333

3. Wishing the Flowers Were From You by AeonTheDimensionalGirl (@aeonthedimensionalgirl​​)

After an encounter with Morgana, Gwen notices that Merlin has begun to develop a rather annoying cough. Although she initially heads to his wishes to not to worry much about it- she then catches him coughing out flowers.

~~~

gwen best girl and best wingwoman!!!

[thekristen999]

20 Questions for fic Writers!

Thank you to @spotsandsocks for the tag and I see @pirrusstuff just got me while I finishing up with this. :)

How many works do you have on AO3?

Over 100

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

1,362,622 on Ao3

Another million on ff.net that not on Ao3.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

9-1-1/Buddie at the moment.

But in the past: ER, CSI, H50, SGA, Daredevil Huh. I see a pattern :-P

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Most are from older fandom:

Most kudos in 9-1-1/buddie : Alone In The Dark With You 888

Beneath the Trident 2k+ H50/McDanno

Reluctant Allies (Or the Time Frank Had to Bring Home the Devil) 1.1k Daredevil

Shadowboxing 1.1k Captain America & Daredevil

Navigating Domesticity 1k H50/McDanno

The Space Between Us 1k H50/McDanno

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Most of the time. There have been sporadic tines when I haven't but I try to be consistent. It can be a little harder to respond to comments on older fic, but I read and appreciate every one .

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm. All my fc have happy endings. I feel like that's the big payoff. There are a few that end on happy notes after a ton of angst.

The Hoku was a very dark post apocalyptic fic. H50/McDanno

bro·ken Buddie/ 9-1-1 ends on healing, happy note, but it was a pretty big angst fest.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I have no idea :-P

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I used to get some pretty serious unwarranted critique in other fandoms, but not the current one.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do. Not a ton, but if the story calls for it, I follow the Muse.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

The Killing Game

A Daredevil, The Punisher, Jessica Jones crossover with The Predator.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

A few times.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Russian and Chinese.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

In the SGA fandom I had a wonderful co-writer everybetty on some pretty huge epics.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

I really do love Buddie. Followed by McDanno.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don’t have any WIPs except the current one. I have an idea that I have outlined and have talked about in the past. My epic Sci-Fi of doom. But the Mafia AU which took me a long time to write and I don't have the motivation to write anything that will take me months again.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Immersing the reader in the scene. Writing detail in a concise matter. Research. Action scenes. Gritter topics that don’t get glossed over.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I have a mild form of dyslexia which means I write weird sentence structure and a ton of homophones that my amazing beta fixes :)

It also takes me a long time to write, but I'm also in my 40's and I'm don't have a lot of writing time. Which is also the reason it takes me a while to read longer stories.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Very, very sparingly and if only, it makes an impact in the scene.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

X-files

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

We Found Each Other (Over There)

my 9-1-1/ Buddie epic WWII AU. I feel like it's my best work.

Just tagging a few who might want to play: @mellaithwen @renecdote @homerforsure @eddiebabygirldiaz @andavs @spaceprincessem @wildlife4life

[allylikethecat]

Absolutely cannot wait for the post SCF chapter of Hurricane that’s gonna be angsty but so needed !!

!!!! I cannot wait to finish and post it!! I got a little superstitious about posting - it felt like every time I posted the Panthers lost so I was like "I will stop posting and see if they can WIN A FUCKING GAME" and then they DID so that was very exciting!! Now that the series is over though I will be finishing the next chapter and posting it this week 🫡 thank you so much for reading and sticking with me with this one! I know I have been taking way, way to long with it and I am so grateful for the continued support (even after six months to a year between chapters) I hope you continue to enjoy Hurricane and that you are having not only the best Tuesday but a wonderful rest of your week!

❤️Ally

[somehowmags]

HAHA i guess i haven't seen enough bad takes from the fandom about leona (albeit i definitely have seen some) so i get the impression that vil is mischaracterized more often on average. regardless, ive also seen a lot of fanfic characterizing vil as this emotionally constipated and constantly nagging narcissist who is incapable of showing affection and it makes me [rat clenches fist of rage]. im aware angst often draw out the worst part of a character for the feels, which in this case is vil's strict scrutiny BUT PLELALSLELADE IM SCREAMING MY TEARS ARE ON THE FLOOR.... how are you gonna ignore the scene in chapter 6 where vil literally moves past his stern housewarden persona in order to be vil schoenheit. not the actor, not the model, not the housewarden countless students look towards as a leader-- but vil schoenheit, friend of yours and ally. all to give epel, rook, and yoy; his beloved poison apple, his beloved hunter, and his beloved prefect, a hug and kiss.?? like. kuekd emfusjbfe.??? when he literally squeals for joy after getting his youth back from malleus? when he weeps as an old man? vil schoenheit IS an emotional person! he's an actor with responsibilities on his back, he's not gonna let others see him be anything but strict when the time isn't right! but the point is that he knows when to be soft and loving ESPECIALLY after his overblot!!! 3!&!$!!$!#! he cares so deeply for each and everyone of his pomefiore students and especially those closest to him-- his method of expressing his affection isn't just limited to the occasional praise or hug and kiss, he genuinely wants the best for you when he cares and he'll support you/offer help in achieving your best self! it's not just a byproduct of his need for perfection, but to love is to grow and change and metamorphosize from the flower to the succulent apple and he can see your potential. for the man who knows what it's like to never be enough, he knows you're more than. if only you try. if only you grasped your dreams with your bare hands because god does he dream of it for you. my point is that vil is genuinely one of the most loving characters, even if his ways aren't the most conventional or he may seem harsh. he's not heartless-- though im aware his reaction towards epels moment of emotional vulnerability in the vdc rehearsal gives off said impression, he's grown and changed. i doubt current vil would be so uncaring and stern still if you expressed hurt or discomfort over an austere sentiment he's said or done. if he knows it's what you need, he probably would take a softer and kinder approach. the same water that hardens the egg, softens the potato. he can learn, or perhaps he already understands that some people reach their potential differently-- especially as someone who has lived in the entertainment industry his whole lived, he may be accustomed to the unforgiving nature of its expectations BUT HES NOT ANYMORE!!! and he knows others lead a normal life outside of it, so the same approach taken to him likely wouldn't be suited for them! he won't ever stop trying to suggest betterments for your health, appearance, and outfits but if you express different sentiments he wouldn't take to forcing them onto you!! he just wants you to live your best life, because from what he knows, it brings you gratification and he WANTS you to succeed and be satisfied! im sorry i have a lot to feel about him, i just really despise seeing people overlook the caring trait of his in favor of cheap angst. for someone who has rook as his favorite i really cannot shut my zest fest mouth up about vil <|:-( love his ass

- same anon raving about vil from earlier pt.2 except im more insane

god yeah this is so true....i think about him cheering and crying after malleus restored his youth literally every day of my life he sounds so happy and relieved!!!! had to replay the scene of him kissing rook and epel and yuu like twice to process everything bc i was so !!! at him showing emotion it was so. and like him crying as an old man is mostly played for laughs but it's also so. holy shit. (also the fact that he isn't crying because he's "ugly" but because he wanted more time to play young roles before he started doing older ones.) he's so much more open and emotional in book 6 it's like he's realized he can stop being "the fairest of them all" and just start being vil. like the ice has melted!!! he's so endearing i have gotta hit him with a 2003 toyota corolla

also no this is in character for someone whose fave is rook. this is rook behavior alksjddfhalksjfhlkasdfh he would definitely be on magicam defending vil with his LIFE

[cornflower-cowboy]

I posted 824 times in 2022

That's 144 more posts than 2021!

59 posts created (7%)

765 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@hmslusitania

@lightfiretomypaperwings

@aramblingjay

@arrenemris

@luulapants

I tagged 816 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#i really need a tag for queued posts😬 - 633 posts

#9-1-1 - 96 posts

#evan buckley - 58 posts

#marvel - 52 posts

#eddie diaz - 46 posts

#the witcher - 40 posts

#kasey's anxiety express - 38 posts

#bucky barnes - 38 posts

#op i love this♥️ - 37 posts

#steve rogers - 36 posts

Longest Tag: 134 characters

#its going to be a buddie fic because i havent written one in a while and right now seems like the perfect time to write some sad angst

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

The Next Logical Step

Harley and Shuri take the next logical step:

Building a potato gun out of vibranium.

This is my entry for the @black-characters-matter-fest prompt #73. You can read it as Harley/Shuri but it’s more Gen.

Short piece included below the line.

Harley figured that it was the next logical step. Between the war, enemies turned allies and weapon upgrades, Shuri needed a project that wasn’t too taxing and actually sounded fun. So she agreed with his assessment. Peter was unfortunately unable to make it, but they had promised to do it again with him.

For now, her attention was on the prototype in front of her.

“Why a potato gun though?” Shuri asked Harley as he loaded up the schematics of the previous potato gun from his tablet to the holo-screen.

“I was ten and needed something to protect me and my sister from intruders. A real gun was out of the question and on of our neighbours had just planted a potato garden,” The boy shrugged, and Shuri shook her head.

“So now you want to make it better?”

“Just imagine if it could different vegetables. Or if it could shoot further.”

“Increase the power and velocity of the projectiles and you turn a simple potato gun into a weapon. We’d also have to account for the size difference of the vegetables,” Shuri said, already drawing up plans. Making a potato gun out of vibranium sounded like the stupidest idea that she ever had but she was tempted.

“Try these,” Harley slid over the digital schematics of an unfinished potato gun.

“Mark 15? Why do you have so many versions?” Shuri asked, taking a look at what she was sent. If she overlaid her plans with the ones in front of her, they would have the gun ready by the end of the day.

“Why not? Things can always be made better.”

“That’s what I said, but my brother doesn’t understand the need for upgrading,” Shuri rolled her eyes.

“No offence to the king, but I saw his shoes. Technological upgrades are the least of his worries,” Harley stage whispered. One of the Dora Milaje smiled for a brief second before schooling her face.

Shuri burst out laughing, thinking of the ‘What are those’ moment she had a few years back. It was a while ago and still her brother’s fashion sense hadn’t improved.

“No offense taken. I’ve also been trying to get him to change he shoes,” she said, catching her breath. Then she pointed at the screen, “Is the overlay good? I thought that we can use vibranium for the outer shell and pistons, then keep the rest a light metal. So –”

“– that it stays lightweight and we can make easy changes without wasting material,” Harley finished, nodding with an impressed look on his face. “This looks really good.”

“Well, anything made with vibranium usually does,” Shuri shrugged.

“Can’t argue that. I saw Bucky Barnes’ arm.”

“That was mostly my brother.”

“Ah, so the whole family is full of geniuses,” Harley joked. “Unfortunately, only the women have a good fashion sense.”

Shuri snorted again before turning back to the computer. They both worked on editing a few sections before they started with the fabrication process. It took them five hours to complete the entire potato gun, both the fabrication and assembly.

“That’s a beautiful gun,” Harley whistled, and Shuri nodded in agreement.

“Please tell me I’m not late,” Peter’s voice echoed through the lab as he made his way down the ramp.

“You missed all the science bits,” Harley shouted back. They hugged before Peter made his way over to hug Shuri. She could see that he was slightly out of breath, meaning he ran the whole way from the hangar to her lab.

“We still have to test it though,” Shuri offered.

“For science, right? We’re testing various vegetables for science,” Peter confirmed, a slightly mischievous glint in his eye.

Harley clapped him on the shoulder and turned to look at the Mark XIIV potato gun on the table, “Of course it’s for science.”

18 notes - Posted April 10, 2022

#4

My Heart Will Be Your Home Artwork

I had the pleasure of creating art for @drgrlfriend 's story for the @winterhawk-olympic-bang!

She wrote such an amazing story that I hope you all take the time to check out!

Read it here!

Artwork under the cut:

NB: shirtless guys and minor injury warning

Bucky and his soulmark:

Clint and his soulmark:

See the full post

18 notes - Posted November 7, 2022

#3

what for do you yearn?

Summary:

Geralt really didn't mean to fall for a biker. It doesn't help that Cirilla keeps cheering him on from the sidelines. And why do they suddenly own leather jackets?

In which Jaskier is the biker and Geralt is the single father who falls in love with him.

Warnings: N/A

Pairings: Jaskier/Geralt

Square Filled: Biker AU

A/N: @thewitcherbingo

Short piece I wrote under the tag.

I might expand on the story, I don't know...

Geralt wasn’t actually paying attention to the motorcycles as they parked outside the shopping centre. It wasn’t until Cirilla pulled his arm and pointed to them. He looked on in vague interest, scanning them as they all got off their bikes one at a time. Like dominos.

Until his eyes landed on the last person. There was nothing inherently special about the person, except for how out of place they looked. Everyone else was laughing and hanging off each other but that person – that man, Geralt discovered when he removed his helmet – was quiet and looked detached from the group.

Geralt was actually surprised to find that he was the leader, as all the men and women waited until he had passed before following him into the store. Not to mention, that while everyone else had embellishments and spots of colour on their bikes and clothes, the man’s clothes were a plain maroon leather and an equally plain black bike.

Right as he passed Geralt, their eyes met. It wasn’t anything special, but Geralt still felt a tingle down his spine at being noticed.

They held each other’s gaze until the man was gone into the store.

“Do you think they’re bad news?” Ciri asked, snapping Geralt out of what ever daze he had been in.

“Probably not, just because they look bad doesn’t mean that they are,” Geralt answered, placing the rest of their shopping bags into the car.

“I hope that they are, then something will finally happen in this town,” she muttered stepping away from where she was leaning against the trunk. “Maybe they’ll even let me join them. Do you think I’ll look good in a leather jacket?”

“Over my dead, burnt body, Ciri,” Geralt shut that idea down. He knew that once she got too excited about it, he’ll end up spending half his pay check on leather jackets and the other half on a motorcycle. And he was already busy paying for the fencing lessons she took interest in a few months prior.

“No need to take it that far,” she huffed.

Geralt rolled his eyes, “just get into the car.”

Ciri pouted but did as she was told. Her being gone gave Geralt a few minutes to process what had happened earlier. Geralt never stared, not if he didn’t have to, but there was something about that man.

Suddenly Geralt found himself wanting to know more about the mysterious biker leader.

23 notes - Posted February 16, 2022

#2

My first fill for @stucky-week Day 1: Memories. This will be one long work with one chapter for each day. Sometimes with art/moodboards, sometimes with a sneak peak into their life after CATWS.

As well as for @avengersbingo for the fill Reunited

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Additional Tags: Reunions; Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier; Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence; Canon Divergence - Post-Captain America: The Winter Soldier; Pre-Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie); Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie); Post-Avengers: Age of Ultron (Movie); Other Additional Tags to Be Added; Getting Back Together; Sort of because Bucky doesn't remember; Bucky Barnes Recovering; Bucky Barnes Needs a Hug; Bucky Barnes Feels; Steve Rogers Needs a Hug; Steve Rogers Feels; Art; Sort of? - Freeform; Canon Typical Violence Against Hydra; how is that not a tag?

Chapters: 1/7

Summary:

Steve and Bucky on dealing with the aftermath of CATWS.

Together.

25 notes - Posted February 20, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Kasey's AO3 Master List

Note: this will be only of recent and upcoming fics. I don't have the energy to put them all.

Marvel

A Picture's Words, A Person's Story (SpideyPool, 14K, Completed)

Our Love Was Made for Movie Screens (Stucky, 4K, WIP)

Happy Valentine’s Day (ThunderShield, 2K, Completed)

By Fate (Tony/Sam, 4K, Completed)

It Feels Like Coming Home (Stucky, 28K, Completed)

This Was Not on The Brochure (Stucky, 5K, Completed)

I Saw Right Through You (Stucky, 12K, Completed)

9-1-1

This Is For My Mother (Buddie, 29K, Completed)

Unsteady (Christopher Diaz centric, 5k est, Coming Sept hopefully)

He loved you (and it was killing him) (Buddie, TBD, Coming Soon)

Teen Wolf

To Hold My Shaking Hands (Petopher, 3.4K, Completed)

To Run In To Your Arms (Steter, 11K, Completed)

Between The End and Where We Lie (Jordan/Kira, 20ish, Coming Soon)

Witcher

We'll Get Better (Geraskier, 4.5K, Completed)

what for d'you yearn? (Geraskier, TBD, TBD)

Halo

The Weight of Their Sins (Is the Guilt I Carry) (Gen, 1.2K, Completed)

The Battles We've Fought (Gen, TBD, TBD)

*******************************************

Hopefully I'll remember to update this as things happen. For now, you can check me out here for all my other fics.

40 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

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[bldreamer]

how about Not Me characters? its curious how you'd put white/black houses :D and then seaaan, and danyok <3 OH. GRAM!

Okay Anon, first of all I'm SO sorry it's taken me so long to reply. Second of all, YESSSSS to EVERYTHING you sent here and the other messages in my inbox! YESYESYES!!!

Third, we have a slightly problem. My Photoshop trial ran out so I have no means to make my silly little edits at this exact time. But I'll work on a solution this week and hopefully get some edits made for all the amazing prompts you gave me. SO good!! I won't spoil them for anyone but yeah...angst fest, right up my ally!

[our-flag-means-death-ao3feed]

Blood Poppies

by etherealsunshine

1944.

Allied troops are stationed in Italy to help fighting the Germans, and among them there's a Māori Battalion led by Captain Edward Teach, aka "Blackbeard". One night, though, he'll come across a wounded man known as Captain Stede Bonnet...

Words: 1283, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 4 of my ofmd au-pril 2023

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: M/M, Multi

Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet, Jim Jimenez, Roach (Our Flag Means Death), Lucius Spriggs, Israel Hands, Crew of the Revenge (Our Flag Means Death), Spanish Jackie (Our Flag Means Death), Jim Jimenez's Grandmother, Mary Allamby Bonnet (Mentioned)

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Additional Tags: Our Flag Means Death AUpril Prompt Fest, 20th Century, Alternate Universe - World War II, POV Alternating, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Loves Stede Bonnet, Injured Stede Bonnet, Soulmates, Soldiers, Māori Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Jim Jimenez is a doctor, Competent Stede Bonnet, soldier Edward Teach and Stede Bonnet, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/46859134

[rarashipscartoon]

Okay okay I have ideas!

I'll pbly will not write any of those ideas feel free to take it if u want, just tag me cuz I wanna to read id you do! :3

(1,593 words worth of ideas)

2D Candace meets 2D Vanessa pre-movie

- Neither know each other story and their background, they meet on a neutral place and hit off- They keep meeting, on random places and moments in a pocket outside all the mess their reality is, or in that first place and for mutual silent agreement don't talk about who they are and where they come from, just what is happening now- They get each other, but is not exactly a friendship either

1.1. Movie starts, it was a Cannon Vanessa weekend day with Doof, she is dragged along

- Cannon Candace and Cannon Vanessa don't have a pre relationship pre all this, is mostly a face they know because sometimes they on the same class

- 2D Candace reconizes Vanessa and gets her relationship with Cannon Doof without really needing to ask or have a conversation about it, maybe Vanessa calls Doof dad, maybe is just so clearly a father and daughter relationship she doesn't need anything more to know

- That means that 2D Vanessa is the dictator 2D Candace makes her whole life fighting against, and thus, the enemy

- In here you can go both on the angry simple betrayal feeling, 2D Candace maybe lashing out or being harsher on Cannon Vanessa as a projection thing; 2D Candace Just not having the time for that shit and prioritizes her brothers, as she always does and phishing that bag of shit for later; 2D Candace being a even bigger mess inside with conflict feelings, betrayal of course, but also some bits makes more sense now, and Vanessa is right here but is not her Vanessa, and everything is such a mess and she is so tired but also know she can't stop, that stopping will kill them all, maybe she say something to Cannon Vanessa before clamming up again because she knows is not fair but literally nothing about her life is fair and there is this other Candace, careless and free that rubs on her face again and again how fucking unfair everything is

- Movie ends, 2D still have all their memories and 2D Vanessa shows up while her father is taken prisioner, 2D Candace and 2D Vanessa sees each other

- Whatever path u want to take past this

1.2 Post Cannon-Compliance movie

- At the end 2D Vanessa shows up when her father is taken prisioner, she and 2D Candace walks past each other, but ARE too busy to stop and talk because this is their life and their meetings always happened in a pocket that was outside their life

- They meet once again after all kinda settle down, they talk

- Angst fest, Hurt/Non-Confort, Hurt/Confort, whatever you feel like

2. 2D Vanessa enters the rebellion, she is a know figure

- 2D Vanessa gets fed up with her father dictator ship and decides to do something about it and allies with her father biggest enemies

- 2D Vanessa has to track down the rebellion, ends up tracking the leader or someone that calls the leader

- Has to convince she is not doing her father work, or works for her father, or that her father know what she is, or that she agrees with anything her father is doing

- It takes a while to make 2D Candace trust her, maybe 2D Vanessa is kept on a prision for a while, maybe 2D Vanessa is accept on the rebellion but with conditions, being watched, not send in any important mission or getting important info(to know if she is talking the truth, if she truly believes what she is saying and will not rat out to her father the moment it gets tough or things don't go her way)

- Slowly she gets the rebellion trust (if that means 2D Canda

ce trust too you decide)

2.1. 2D Vanessa gets captured back by her father

- Her father has tracks on her that she didn't know or more tracks than she notice, he gets tired of waiting 2D Vanessa tantrum to pass and send norm bots to get her back, the rebellion bunker/cover gets blow

2.1.1. 2D Vanessa safes herself

- Shit goes down fast

- 2D Vanessa in a princess locked in the tower situation

- Her father still don't treat her as a real threat and Vanessa gets to escape alone and bring some important info back to the rebellion or destroys something that will help the rebellion some way

- Have to build trust on the rebellion yet again, but is easier this time, people trust her now

2.1.2. Cyborg Perry bails her out

- For the Perry being Vanessa's second dad lovers, 2D Perry has some form of relationship with 2D Vanessa, maybe he was her main guard since he cames to picture, maybe they don't have that close of a relationship but something of the situation strikes Cyborg Perry wrong so he fights the mind control enough to bail her out

- Maybe sacrificing himself to get her out, maybe 2D Vanessa makes sure to bring him by force If needed and both escaping

- Tracking back the rebellion once more, people are so fucking mad with her especially with Cyborg Perry in toll

- But once they convince is true that they are rebelling, that Cyborg Perry will not betray them now will 2D Vanessa (and maybe Cyborg Perry Meeting the boys again)

- This is big enough to give the rebellion a fighting chance without needing the movie

2.1.3. The Movie happens

- While saving 2DJeremy they also end up saving Vanessa, maybe 2DDoof decided that since 2DVanessa wants to play rebellion she will be treat as one and instead of locking her on her room she is on the cell beside 2DJeremy, they talked and are kinda friends

- Mess with 2D Candace not believing/trusting 2D Vanessa and all the mess that it was the escaping, 2D Vanessa meeting Cannon Doof that is both proud and worried about her, shenanigans

- By the end 2D Vanessa prooves her worth and she is the one who put the shakles on her father

2.1.4. The Rebellion rescues her

- whatever happened with her time on the Rebellion was enough for they trust her and make a whole mission to rescue her

- badassary all around

2.2 The Movie Happens and we have Cannon Candace having crush on 2D Vanessa

- More on the comedy side of things, maybe all the Vanessa getting into the rebellion is only part of the explanation of why she is here

- Cannon Candace is half of the time trying to convince 2DCandace to be a teen and the other half in a constant gay panic awakening

- 2D Candace knows of the gay panic and when she isn't too worried fighting she is proud of 2D Vanessa badassary and having fun of having something to hold over Cannon Candace head

- Polycules anyone???

3. 2D Vanessa enters the Rebellion, she was kept a secret and hidden her whole life

- Vanessa still tracks down the Rebellion to enter but don't have a hard time in convincing everyone she is trustworthy

- Shit still happens but the flavor is different cuz you know the betrayal

- Or shit doesn't happens but the movie does and 2D Vanessa is trying her damn hardest to keep her identity hidden from cannon Doof or stop him blowing his cover

- (Cannon Perry notices, Cannon Perry maybe tries to talk with her, she is so confused about why he fucking cares and what is happening really)

- The messsssssTM

4. 2D Vanessa was kept a secret and hidden her whole life and is trying to figure herself out post-movie

- 2D Candace is left a mess, she doesn't know who she is beside a fighter, beside the leader of the rebellion, she doesn't know how to chill, how to be a teen, how to not be so fucking worried all the time now that her siblings are being the amazing kids she knew they were and thats the whole reason she started fighting and is so hard to stop herself on keep her siblings away in a bunker and not let anyone know how amazing they were anyone be a threat to them again

- 2D Candace knows what Candace thought she should be like, 2D Candace isn't sure that could ever be her

- And then she meets 2D Vanessa

- 2D Vanessa that don't know who herself is, what she feels about this whole situation, because she was shelted from the worst, because she forced herself to not care because what else could she do? If she doesn't care at least she doesn't feel anger or fear. Except that now she feels. She feels everything. And she isn't sure what to do with herself. If she did the right decisions, if she shouldn't be punnished as well for not caring and enjoying whatever previlege she had, for still, loving her father

- 2D Vanessa knows what her parents wanted of her, she isn't sure if she could keep that facade

- 2D Candace sees in 2D Vanessa the result of what she wants to do with her sibling with sheltering them away, the confusion, the anger, 2D Vanessa sees in 2D Candace who she wanted to be, and how lost it left 2D Candace after, how unsure of herself even when she is (2D) Candace the leader of the Rebellion

- A Character Study type of fic through and through

Phineas and Ferb fans I know we all talk about Candessa but may I propose Candessa but specifically 2nd-Dimension flavored