#also come read and comment on this banger of a fic

[presaugust]

This is a really neat roleswap fic — in which Dr. Ratthi is a rogue SecUnit and Rin is a grouchy ex-rimworlder with a mysterious past.

Let me just say: apotropiac, as a writer, knows what the fuck they are doing. I burn with envy reading their prose. It's just an absolute delight to read.

This fic does so much and is such a poster child for the strengths of fan fiction: the world and dynamics explored in this fic are a resonating echo and expansion of canon. The worldbuilding in this fic is both richly dark and piercingly hopeful. It's so much fun.

[machveil]

Do you have any favorite König fic recommendations? Love your art BTW 🩷

yes, anon… yes I do [gets choked up] come with me, I’ll show you some

I’ll share sfw and nsfw ones - nsfw below the cut! ALSO, please support the writers!! send them some love! likes, reblogs, comments, get up in their business about how good they are🎀✨ they deserve so much for writing amazing works

SFW (I’ll preface by saying PLEASE just go binge @gremlinmodetweeker’s blog, I’m begging you):

gremlinmodetweeker’s König of the Icks series is actually my favorite Tumblr series and I really recommend it: part 1, part 2, part 3 - I regularly go back and read these

I have a bias on how gremlinmodetweeker writes König in general so here’s some rapid fire suggestions: König having a big appetite, movie nights with König, König’s quirks, general König notes, and their general König Dump

from @notsomellowarchiveofchaos I suggest König with a stutter (poor man) and König making you a blanket

OKAY @writersdrug absolutely blew mind with early mornings with König, but also! their random König headcanons!

@tacticalprincess’s version of dry texter König is top tier

from @konigsblog, calling König cute and König’s lisp

please make sure to read content warnings (CW) and/or trigger warnings (TW)! your comfort comes first, check the fic before you read it<3

NSFW:

back to writersdrug! I have a handful of fics to recommend: König fucking you to sleep, random König headcanons, kissing König, period comfort, and riding

a handful of fics from konigsblog: König giving head (absolute top tier post), König’s stutter, boxers or briefs, Loser!König getting a hug (poor man), and König’s oral fixation

oh my god, also follow @ghostsangel because, oh man, they always hit. anyways, some of my favorites are on the kitchen floor and TouchStarved!König (oh my god)

@evilgwrl only writes bangers so… slobbery König (jesus christ) and Neighbor!König

last, but certainly not least, the wonderful @rowarn! tired König, König helping you after a rough day, overstimulated König absolutely going through it, back at it again with another overstimulated König post, and a double whammy to end it off on, König using you as a fidget toy and you using König as a fidget toy

[caramara3]

Just Friends...? [1]

a Damian Priest x Reader Imani Cove fic

Summary: After a drunken night out, WWE Superstars and estranged friends Imani Cove and Damian Priest wake up to find themselves naked in bed together with no recollection of what happened the night before. They both choose to go on pretending as if nothing ever happened, but soon find out it’s easier said than done, especially when the lines of friendship begin to blur around them…

Warnings: plot, slow burn, angst, language, mature sexual content 18+, ofc, fluff, semi-friends to lovers

Word Count: 2.5k

**Partially Edited and Proofread**

**Interactive**

Notes: Thank y'all so much for reading!! Leave a comment, heart, share, and enjoy the ride!!!

Italic writing signifies an inside thought.

Inspired playlist for story

Chapter 1: The Morning

~Morning after Backlash Puerto Rico~

“Uugh… oww.”

You groan softly and shift your body, regretting that decision almost immediately. It’s not like being a wrestler for almost 12 years now, you weren’t used to a little soreness and tension after a match, especially one as rough as last night’s Last Woman Standing match against your current and all-time favorite feud partner/bestie Bayley. 

But Lord was this a different kind of sore. 

Every single muscle in your body felt like they had been stabbed with the tiniest needle ever created while also being set on fire. Your back felt like you’d been thrown through plexiglass over a dozen times. In your mind you made a mental note to have your chiropractor send Bales his thanks for keeping him in business.

“Ow… oww… argh, ow!”

You wince at each small movement as you open your eyes only to be met with a soft but heavy material. You begin to pull it from over your head and are immediately met with the morning sun shining its insanely bright ass through the hotel window.

“Ah, oh God! Absolutely not!”

You grimace and pull the material back over your face, sinking deeper and deeper into your fluffy fortress as you wait for the throbbing pain in your head to subside. 

Great, you thought to yourself. Sore and hungover: the perfect combination. 

You lay your head flat against the mattress as you try to remember the events of last night. But as you did everything felt like a jumbled and confusing blur.

Tequila is an evil bitch from the depths of hell…

You can remember leaving the arena and catching a ride back to the hotel with Zelina as well as getting ready with her to go out for the night to celebrate. 

And though you really didn’t want to, you remembered the call with your lying, cheating, bastard of a now EX-fiance Marcus before leaving the hotel, demanding that he have all of his things cleared out of your home by the time you came back. 

Fuck you Marcus…

You can remember getting to the club late and having shots immediately pushed in your face, the thought alone made you feel queasy as if you could still smell the Don Julio. 

You can remember getting pulled onto the dancefloor by… wait was it Cruz?? No it was Carmelo.

Or maybe it was Santos. 

Knight??

You can remember when your best friend Rhea arrived alongside Dominik, Finn, and JD. 

More shots.

You remember kicking your shoes off somewhere on the dancefloor cause the DJ was on one that night, playing banger after banger after banger. Was this when Finn was dancing with you??

But wait, was this before or after JD stepped on your foot while you were trying to teach him how to salsa??

More shots.

You remembered some random drunk guy trying to feel up on you and Rhea. And how he damn near started a brawl with every guy on the roster because of it before getting thrown out on his drunk ass.

More dancing. More shots.

So. Many. Shots.

Dancing on the bar with Samantha & Zelina like you were in Coyote Ugly and damn near slipping off the bar.

Getting cheered on in the ladies room while you flushed your engagement ring down the toilet.

Again, fuck you Marcus.

You hadn’t seen him come in with everyone, but at one point you noticed Damian Priest sitting over in a corner all by himself. You remember… pulling his stupidly large self on the dancefloor to dance with you? 

Why in the world would you do that? 

Or was it some other outrageously tall good-looking guy who resembled a younger Undertaker but Puerto Rican and from the Bronx…? 

Even more dancing. 

Shots. Shots. Shots. 

Ugh, god why did I keep letting Rhea feed me all those damn shots? I swear I’m gonna kill her next time I see her. But how did I get back to the hotel?  

Suddenly a flash of a memory appeared through the blurry fog of your mind. Lights. You remember seeing lights, streaks of gold and white racing past you. Was this from the time when you were in the cab? You wrap yourself in the memory, hoping more would come back.

Touch. You remember hands. Rough, calloused hands with the softest and most gentle touch brushing against your skin, pulling you onto their lap. Their touch traveling up from your neck down your spine before resting on your bottom, kneading your ass firmly. Caressing your skin as if it had been made of silk.

Taste. You could still taste his lips on yours. You felt them traveling up your neck to your earlobe, nibbling on that tender spot that makes you weak in the knees. Your shoulder, along your collarbone, in between the valley of your breasts, softly biting your nipple, trailing down your stomach… the action sending vibrations up and down your body.

Sound. A deep and foreboding voice in your ear, whispering the dirtiest things you could ever imagine, you softly moaning against his chest as his fingers… his fingers…

“Ugh.”

You let out a soft groan and go to rub your temples, a wave of nausea washing over you as the after effects of your night out for the first time since waking up begin to set in. Just like that the memory is gone, leaving you even more frustrated but also turned on. What and who did this to you?

You can’t remember the last time you’d gotten this drunk. Yes you can, two years ago during the weekend that Marcus proposed to you. He had booked this gorgeous resort in Barbados for the two of you with a private pool overlooking the beach. The night he asked you to marry him, the two of you had gotten so drunk you ended up running down to the beach, stripping down to nothing but your bra and panties, jumped into the ocean & then…

At that thought, your eyes widened in terror and you felt your heart drop down to your stomach.

Oh. Oh god no…

You lift up the side of the ivory comforter to glance over the edge onto the floor and see clothes, namely a lacy purple thong, ripped and strewn across it.

No, no, no. Imani Jade please tell me you didn’t…

That nausea from earlier began to creep up once again. You knew you had to look, but you didn’t want to. After a few moments,several deep breaths, and inner monologue pep talks, you psych yourself up just enough to do it. You release a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding and slowly lift the comforter and gaze down at your body.

Fuck. Me.

It was bad enough that you were as naked as the day you came into the world, but from the look of things, whatever you got into last you had a pretty good time doing it. Your eyes follow down your body, navigated by the trail of small purple marks decorating your lower half. 

There was one just above your collarbone and one along the valley of your breasts, thankfully blending into your sternum tattoo. One hiding just under your left nipple, two or three up the side of your hip bone just near your tattoo, and then several decorating all along your inner thighs.

Shit, shit, shit. What the fuck Imani? You’ve only been newly single for all of three days and this is how you decide to celebrate? By getting shit faced and letting some random dick cover you in hickies?!?!

You ignore your body practically screaming for you to be still and move into a seated position in the bed, hand raised to shield you from any amount of sunlight creeping in. A soft hiss leaves your mouth as you feel your bare back press itself against the cold wooden headboard. On sheer instinct you grab the sheet from the bed and pull it up to cover your body. 

Oh, now we wanna be modest. It’s a little too late for that don’t you think?

You looked over to your left, expecting to find your phone on the nightstand charging, alongside your iPad with the light purple leather cover and your glasses. But your phone’s not there, neither is your purple leather covered iPad or your glasses.

Oh no. No no no no...

You look around the room, your eyes widening in shock upon the realization: this was not your room. 

In fairness, after spending nearly a decade on the road it gets to a point where all the hotels you stay at begin to blend together. But no matter what you were always, ALWAYS, able to tell which was your room and which wasn’t. And this was NOT your room. None of your things were here: your gym bag with your backup ring gear for last night weren’t laid out on the couch near the window, your laptop wasn’t sitting open on the desk just as you had left it before leaving, there were no makeup or various hair products stretched out along the top of dresser, and your lavender carry-on and backpack were not tucked away in the corner by the couch. 

This wasn’t your room. It was the same hotel, but a different room.

What you did notice was your purse, your dress and your heels from last night alongside a very large set of men’s clothes creating a trail that starts at the door and leads towards the foot of the bed.  

You also couldn’t help but notice that there were not one… 

not two… 

BUT THREE shiny, reflective, and OPEN gold foil packets tossed along the ground and nightstand.

Three? Goddamn Imani… I mean, at least you were safe right? That has to count for something… right?  

You let out a soft groan and bring your knees up to your chest, placing your head atop them as you try yet again to remember what happened last night.

Come on Imani, think. What exactly happened from leaving the club to getting back to the hotel that got you here? How did you get back? Who did you ride with?? Please tell me he was at least hot and very well-endowed. 

Stadium. Club. Dancing. Shots. Bye bye ring… blank space.

Stadium. Club. Dancing. Shots. Bye bye ring… nothing.

Stadium. Club. Dancing. Shots. Bye bye ring… nada.

“Ugh. This is a nightmare.”

This wasn’t like you, you were not this kind of girl. Sure, you had a couple hookups here and there in your early twenties, not to mention the “hot girl summer” during college, but you quickly outgrew that! You were a grown-up now, and grown-ups don't do nothing so crazy where you can’t remember it actually happening! And they especially don’t hook up with random strangers while technically on a goddamn work trip!! 

Through all the emotional and mental chaos currently going on in your mind, you felt a sense of heaviness across your pelvis. For the first time since waking up you notice a very large, very muscular, and very tatted arm stretched across your stomach. The sound of soft snores now filled the once quiet room, like a faint rasp blending seamlessly with the stillness of the moment. 

You took a breath, held it, and slowly turned your head to the left. You didn’t see a face, but rather a large figure sleeping peacefully, engulfed in the warmth of the hotel linen. 

When you went to move your hand to remove the blanket, a low grumble stops you dead in your tracks. The body under the blanket suddenly shifts and turns over on its side, their back now completely facing you, before settling after a few seconds. You froze and wait for a few seconds for the sound of soft breathing to know they were still asleep. 

You hadn’t the slightest idea what you would say to if he were. It had been a long time since you’d had a one-night stand and weren’t really sure if the rules were still the same. 

Do you start with a “hi” or “Good Morning random dude?” Do you thank Mr. Random Dick for the sex? Could you possibly try and sneak out before they wake up?? 

Like, what was the standard practice and protocol here??

Once you were absolutely sure he was asleep you grip the blanket and slowly pull it away until the whole of his back was revealed to you. You gasp loudly and practically jump up off the bed and right onto the plush carpeted floor, landing hard on your ass with a heavy thud.

“Ah, son of a bitch!” you shriek, wincing at the pain of the impact.

But you ignore the immediate pain and spring up to peek over the bed, your eyes peering over the edge of the mattress as Mr. Random Dick on the bed started to wake up. He groaned and moaned, stretching his body out as if he’d just been awoken from a long deep hibernation. You couldn’t move, all you could do was sit there like a weirdo, buck naked on the carpet watching him. He sat up and stretched yet again, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. You watched as every single muscle on his back spasmed and flexed from the movement.

But your eyes were fixated on just one thing: his back. His back had looked like he’d gone ten rounds with a mountain lion and lost. Indents in the shape of crescents decorated the back of his shoulders while the sides of his back were painted in streaks of pink and red. Some welts looked like the result of being hit with something multiple times, others looked like the result of fingernails being dragged down his skin. But your eyes couldn't help but keep going to the giant piece of art that was etched into the center of his back.

From afar someone could easily mistake it as just a standard skull tattoo, but up close it revealed something more. The skull made way for the inside art, resembling that of a dark grim reaper.

You’ve seen that grim reaper before. Many times in fact.

I mean why wouldn’t you? After all, the two of you worked together.

And up until about ten months ago, you had considered him to be one of your closest friends.

His eyes began to open and you quickly ducked your head back down, pressing your back to the carpet and covering your face with your hands like that would actually hide you in this moment.

This was a joke. This had to be a joke.

Some sick, twisted, perverted version of a prank that the universe was playing on you. Of all the men in the world you could have slept with, all the random dick being slung around desperately begging to be some woman's drunken mistake... why did your drunken mistake have to be with him?!?!

The room had gone a little too quiet for your liking so you peeked through your fingers, gasping as his head emerged from over the edge of bed to look down at you. His dark brown eyes widened in shock at you lying on the floor of his room; naked, disheveled, and covered in purple marks. 

“Oh my god-,” he began to trail off, the panic and exhaustion seeping to the surface. His voice cracked slightly, the usual confidence he exhumed nowhere to be found.

“Imani?”

Your eyes tried to avoid his gaze, but couldn't look anywhere but his eyes. You slowly release the breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding all this time, your voice soft and shaky as you spoke.

“Hey Damian.” 

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[lets-try-some-writing]

I have observed several types of fic writers, and so for kicks and giggles, here they all are. Each of them scares me for different reasons.

The Prepared And Ready To Publish™:

Several documents dedicated to worldbuilding, planning, cross referencing, character lists & traits, plot twists, and then the actual fic document.

Dedicated to the max to creating a rich world. Probably knows more about the niche thing than you ever will. 100% could have written a thesis and chose to do fic instead (or did both at the same time).

Created a masterpiece and promptly vanished off the face of creation before coming back in with another banger to crush souls and save fandoms.

Their arrival is akin to the birth of a new era because they never fail to somehow make a niche ship popular, make a headcanon fanon, or otherwise give so much depth and interest to a character or setting that whatever they have devised is largely accepted as gospel by their readers.

They either use a high end writing program or wordpad. There is no in-between.

Mysterious. Very mysterious. Reasons for this mysteriousness vary between fics and authors.

100000/10 would be friends with them if I could. Legendary writers. But also they scare me because ??? What void offered you such power ?????

The Baby Writer:

All vibes and loosely strung plots.

It may not make the most sense, but good gracious the dedication is there.

Notable lack of comprehension when it comes to characters and places, but it's bad form to not leave a kudo because it takes guts to post anything in fandom.

They are still figuring things out and their grammar or formatting (possibly both) is probably a mess, but they've put heart into their work.

Sweetest rays of sunshine who want to be involved and are eager to learn the ropes.

The fandom's young ward or despised new arrival (depends entirely on fandom popularity and age).

8/10 would happily offer advice to them. Just can't read their work for too long without wanting to throw it into grammarly. The fear factor comes in the form of the miraculous misuse of fandom terminology. (Yeah it's tough bud, the fanon is wild. But goodness that term/canon word does NOT mean what you think it does.)

The Smut For Your Soul:

Meticulously plans the smut with all the loving care of a sculptor.

Somehow plot got involved.

Miraculously, they managed to not include an iota of plot and it has somehow managed to work.

Headcanons abound and cuteness and or angst lurks merrily behind every corner.

The tags mean everything and nothing at the same time. They are but faint guides to the fae wilds ahead. Tread lightly.

Has a mountain of unfinished WIPs that will follow them to the grave or emerge ten years after conception to grace whatever fandom spawned the idea.

The fandom thanks them for their service, although often that praise is late or hits like a freight train.

???/10 I personally avoid smut but I have friends who write it so it really depends. Terrifying because you never know who falls into this role of writer. It could be anyone. Normalcy is a mask poorly adorned for the sake of conforming to The Great Machine.

The Angst Lord:

Has a million slightly different ways to hurt their blorbo. Each are somehow more horrifying than the next.

The embodiment of the iceburg videos seen all over the net. Ask one question and you shall unravel and scheme of torment so great you shall regret having dared to speak up.

Has dozens of WIPs or unwritten ideas that they claim they will return to.

They are controlled by passion and emotion and can and will insert their own complicated situation into a fic.

Almost nothing is off limits.

Arrives to the fandom ready to brawl and somehow ends up respected or feared. They often stare in bafflement as they end up unscathed and watch angry comments fly toward the arguably innocent shippers.

Generally some of the nicest people who happen to enjoy inflicting The Horrors upon someone fictional.

'10/10 would befriend and promptly regard like a wild racoon. Offerings of angsty ideas yield delightful commentary. But also I need to prepare myself for anything they say because O U C H my SOUL.

The General Writer:

Fluff, cuteness, possibly a delightful touch of angst and pure unbridled creative simplicity.

They may not have the most brutal or soul wrenching tale, but they always manage to write something that someone, somewhere, desperately needs.

Devastatingly underrated and deserves far more praise for their contributions to the fandom.

Produces some of the softest of scenes and the most touching of interactions between characters in a contained, careful crafted, tale.

Introducing new ships or family dynamics in such a tasteful manner that brain chemistry can easily be altered.

Arrives to the fandom as a lurker and shows their appreciation through their work. Oftentimes, they are very quiet and go unnoticed.

INFINITE/10 Love these writers, honestly a gift to fandom. The sheer level of dedication to producing fluff is astounding and scary all at once.

The OC X Canon:

Has so many ships and headcanons that it's astounding.

The lore development rivals IDW and Lost Light combined. All the kudos to them for putting their souls into their characters.

The dedication is mind boggling.

They put up with so much crap they could be in MMA Wrestling if the verbal assaults translated into physical strength.

Has so many adjustments to lore and whole AUs devoted specifically to creating a perfect world.

Skilled in the extreme (or not) at integrating their ocs into canon.

Arrives to the fandom not intending to make ocs. Leaves with seventeen leashes for their new abominable creations. Is loved or hated by literally everyone, sometimes for no reason.

6/10 perfectly lovely people but very niche in their interest and thus not everyone's cup of tea. Scary because that level of sheer willpower is meant for demi-gods.

There are more types of writers, but these feel like the big overarching ones. Which kind of writer are you? :D

[puraiuddo]

༺JazzProwl Fic Recs༻

— brought to you by puraiuddo -

This is by all means not a complete list of banger JP fics! It's my personal favorites—those fics that lodged themselves in my brain for one reason or another and never left.

Hopefully this list satisfies at least some of the sudden influx of interest for JP fics (and given how well rec'ing a fic turned out last time...) But, nah for real, not to make rec'ing fics fake deep or anything, but I think the fandom would be a better place if people were more unapologetically enthusiastic about fics and less afraid to interact with authors. So if you use this list to find some fics you have to promise to leave some unhinged comments! ٩("•̀ᴗ•́")و ̑̑

But before I start, I want to acknowledge the prevalence of potentially stereotypical depictions of Jazz in regards to his speech (❞), criminal/violent/sexual characterization (▾), or backstory/origins (⟲) in the JP/TF fandom. I've attempted to flag fics with the corresponding symbols above, because I'd like to recognize those problems while still rec'ing for a variety of other fantastic qualities. That said, I'm not infallible so please use your own discretion.

I've also tagged fics with "hiatus" if it's been a while between updates, but the author hasn't made a comment—these fics are especially important to interact with, b/c you never know if the author stopped posting b/c they weren't getting any reviews!

Now, without further adieu...

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Mistakes on Mistakes Until— by jabberish

『oneshot - ao3 - Words: 280,212 - Alt-War AU』

Ricochet's got a bad case of conscience and he's pretty sure it's about to get him killed. (aka I think I've read every defection/ex-Con au and now I'm forced to make my own. Jazz-centric.)

* (づ ᴗ _ ᴗ)づ♡ The crème de la crème of JP fics. I really can't properly articulate the sheer amount of love and respect I have for MOMU other than that if you haven't read it, your life is worse for it. Go read it. Then read it again. Now. (I've read it 4 times. No, I'm not joking) I love all the fics on this list dearly, but MOMU holds a very special place in my heart. Flawless characterization, flawless dynamics, flawless plot, one-of-a-kind writing style... it's got it all. Of note: I've not flagged it despite its premise, because it will expertly subvert your expectations and you need to read it to understand. Bonus: it's got a lot of well-deserved fanart!

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Untitled Series by Need2Scream

『(2/?) - ffn - Words: 158,064 - War AU - hiatus』

Where the Lonely Ones Roam - 116,327

"Say you have a little faith in me. Just close your eyes and let me lead. Follow me home. Need to have a little trust in me. Just close your eyes and let me lead. Follow me home. To where the lonely ones roam." Eventual Prowl/Jazz

Spark - 41,737 - hiatus

"Chase you deep into the unknown. In my dark, in my dark, you're the Spark."/ "Roam with me, come down to where all of the others fell. Get lost, in the dark to find yourself. Just remember what I said, 'cause it isn't over yet."/SEQUEL to Where the Lonely Ones Roam

*It's not clear by the summary, but the series is essentially about Jazz and Prowl's developing relationship as they overcome war-related trauma, intermingled with a spectacular amount of original lore. See the author's ffn bio for a rundown. The originality and attention to detail in the world building in this AU is awe-inspiring. There are 2 fics in the JP series, but the author has a bunch of other Gen fics set in the same AU and another on ao3. Bonus: some of the Gen fics are Jazz & Prowl-centric and can be read as romantic!

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Crime in Crystals Series by Aard_Rinn

『(7/?) - ao3 - Words: 258,030 - Crime/Hitman AU - hiatus - ▾ ⟲』

The Hitman - 6,942 - pt 1

Prowl is the last clean cop in Praxus, the final flickering light in the darkness. There are plenty of people who would like to see him snuffed.

2. The Clarification, 3. The Kill, 4. The Capture, 5. The Prime, 6. The Talk, 7. The Chase 8. TBD

*The main plot is broken into 7 separate fics, but it's all one continuous story. Read the whole thing! It's on my all time favorites. It's thrilling, tremendously action packed, and the character dynamics are some of my favorites. It's also hysterical and wholesome and I've reread it a stupid amount of times. Bonus: it's got fanart + there are 5 extra fics, including a Jazz-centric prequel, in the same AU.

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War Eternal Series by Hearts of Eternity

『(3/4) - ffn - 2m? idk it's insane - Bayverse War AU - discontinued - ▾ ❞ ⟲』

Where You and I Collide - 362,090 - prequel

Separately, Jazz and Prowl are like forces of nature- they are uncompromising and uncontrollable. But what becomes of their natures when these two unstoppable forces collide? Will one break the other, or will they both be stronger for it?

As We Come Together - 485,586 - pt 2 - Gen

While the surviving Autobots begin to flock to Earth in response to Optimus' call, trying to find a new home on the strange organic planet called Earth, some unfortunate bots are beginning to realize the price of war may have been too high. Sequel to Time

May We Never Let Go - 408,409 - pt 3 - Gen - d/c

Hell literally lies in wait above Earth as the Cybertronians and Earthlings coexist uneasily, rattled by every attack the Fallen and his master launch on them. With new evil rising, the powers that be on Earth and beyond are gearing up for war.

1. As We Come Together, prequel 2: Surface of the Sun

*Long, convoluted explanation coming up given that this series is obviously a whole different beast compared to likely any other fanfic series you or I have ever encountered in our lives... b/c the author is just superhuman or smth idk...

The series is officially listed as 4 parts (WYaIC, WTWHL, AWCT, MWNLG). Where You and I Collide is the JP-centric prequel to the other 3 Gen fics (that have substantial background JP). WTWHL is technically part 1 of the series, but it's sorta more character-focused ficlets than a continuous story... which is why I didn't specifically list it as a rec even if that makes things more confusing... (ᵕ¬ᴗ¬) Also the author didn't list Surface of the Sun as part of the series, but it's a direct prequel (like WYaIC) starring the Lambo twins and it's... oh it's so good... absolutely shatters my heart that it's been d/c'd.

I've not listed an exact world count, b/c if you want to read every bit of the AU with all its prequels and offshoots (which I would highly recommend and have done)... I'm not gonna do the math for you, sorry. The main 4-part story is ~1.7m+ which I realize is frankly insane and extraordinarily intimidating, but it is so sooo sooooo worth it. The author has created their own fully fleshed out TF world with its own lore and characters and the time and effort they've put into is mind-boggling .

Anywho, despite ultimately being d/c'd, the series is still tremendously readable and nothing about JP is left feeling unbearably unfinished. I also happened to track down the lovely author and beg for a summary of the ending, b/c I'm a bit of a freak and they very kindly provided it so if not knowing how a fic ends bothers you/prevents you from reading, you have the option of getting closure even if you can't have it written out.

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Fathomless by Sroloc_Elbisivni

『oneshot - ao3 - Words: 19,949 - Fantasy AU - complete』

Jazz is drowning on dry land on the other side of the world. Once upon a time, before Jazz was born, the Rust Sea covered a swathe of Cybertron bigger than the territory of any city-state except Iacon. The sea had been more powerful than any engine besides the one at the heart of the planet itself, big enough to swallow a metrotitan in its depths, the birthplace of storms. Thing is, none of that was Jazz. He doesn’t remember those days, before he was himself, except in his dreams. And his dreams are terrifying.

*This fic makes me feel some type of way... it gives me shivers. It's so eerie and the premise is so unique. It's also beautifully bittersweet, which is a hard concept to pull off.

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The Judge by SilenceoftheLlamas

『oneshot - ao3 - Words: 107,653 - Alt-War AU』

Prowl’s got a secret, and he’d rather be dead in the ground before he let anyone find out about it. Jazz’s got one too, but he’s not as good at hiding it. Prowl is a secret superhero, Jazz is a secret fanboy who doesn’t know that he works with the guy. By night Prowl is the virtuous hero The Judge, but by day he’s just an unassuming tactical officer.

*Jazz and Prowl are sorta painfully adorable in this fic and the JP is so sweet it makes my teeth hurt. Plus it's got a really fun premise with lots of shenanigans.

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Black on White on Black Series by pipermca

『(3/?) - ao3 - Words: 86,248 - fix-it, War AU - complete』

Anamnesis - 31,097 - pt 1

When Jazz and his team are lost on a mission, Prowl has to carry on alone. But a discovery a thousand vorn later could turn his life upside down again.

2. The Ghost of the Howling Plains, 3. Pulling Strings

*Super interesting sorta-kinda-fix-it fic and/or explanation for the events and characterizations in IDW. There are 3 stories in the main JP plot line. Bonus: there's 2 "Extras" fics for cut scenes from the main fics.

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Crystal Ghosts Series by Rizobact

『(2/2) - ao3 - Words: 85,688 - Fantasy AU - complete - ⟲』

Enduring as Crystal - 40,517 - pt 1

There were a lot of reasons Prowl visited the library. He never knew the most important one was waiting for him in the garden behind it.

Eternal as Love - 45,171 - pt 2

Prowl promised he would help Jazz, the ghost of the crystal chapel in the garden behind Praxus' central library. He just couldn't anticipate what shape that help would wind up taking.

*Another super unique premise! I love a good historical mystery and the imagery is specularly evocative! And I'm a sucker for the trope... which I can't reveal, because of spoilers.

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Untitled Series by Vaeru

『(2/2) - ffn - Words: 10,766 - War AU - complete - ❞』

Descant - 7,925 - pt 2

G1/Jux compliant. Requiem sequel. Prowl doubted that his desired image of Respected Superior Officer came across very well with a half-scrapped mech clinging to his hand, but he loomed as best as he was able and glared.

*Requiem is Jazz-centric and I'd say more of a prequel to Descant than Descant is a sequel to Requiem... if that makes any sense. Regardless of how you view it or what order you read it, it's fucking brutal. (-‿-“) Bonus: author also wrote another really great fic called Transformers: Juxtaposition which is Lambo twin-centric and OC-centric, but perhaps one of the only OC fics that I've ever enjoyed.

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Domino Milkshake by SilenceoftheLlamas

『oneshot - (1/?) - ao3 - Words: 24,886 - War AU - complete - ❞』

Jazz drunkenly pretends that he's dating Prowl. Only he isn't, and the mech is right behind him.

*It's a fake dating AU... what more can I say? I love the the begrudging developing romance and the meddling friends. Bonus: it's got fanart!

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Hunter's Spark by WandersUnderStarlight

『oneshot - ao3 - Words: 43,645 - Alt-War AU - ❞』

Jazz disobeys orders to abandon the ruins of Praxus and runs into one of the Senate's dirty secrets.

*This author also has a few more JP fics that I enjoy like An Offer He Can't Refuse and Long Patrol. I gotta offer aisclaimer though: the fics are... fairly cliche and a bit OOC. Hunter's Spark is much more tame than the other two, though. They're all sorta a guilty pleasure of mine, because it's fun to enjoy Prowl being a bit of a BAMF and Jazz being a bit of a damsel on occasion even if objectively I understand why it's not everyone's cup of tea. ("￣▽￣";)ゞ But the author definitely deserves credit for creative and entertaining premises and a really nice writing style!

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Little Brother by Meiza

『oneshot - ffn - Words: 64,542 - War AU - discontinued』

Prowl is infamous for being a logical, nigh emotionaless thinker who's better at battle calculations than interpersonal relationships. How he was roped into taking care of the last survivor of Praxus is anyone's guess.

*Prowl & Bluestreak centric, but Jazz has a solid amount of screentime. The subplot is pre-relationship, co-parenting JazzProwl and it's cute as hell. It's not 'officially' discontinued, but it hasn't been updated since 2010... so... At least it doesn't end in a cliffhanger. (╥﹏╥|||)

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Things We Don't Tell Humans by SineadRivka

『oneshot - ao3 - Words: 363,057 - Bayverse War AU - complete』

This was a first for us Autobots; never before have we come in contact with a species like these humans, so eerily similar to our own race and twice as tenacious as Sparklings. The question was, how far can we trust the humans with our culture? Some things have translated between cultures without much effort. Other subjects, however…

*Please note the tags! Also... I'll be honest that I mostly skip to the JP parts and main plot points in this fic as it's about a very ensemble cast and I'm not interested in TF humans ... so I can't entirely vouch for the integrity of the whole thing. (￢ω￢;)

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Echoes of Messatine by MlleMusketeer

『oneshot - ao3 - Words: 303,863 - Alt-War AU - complete - ▾ 』

Cybertron hurtles toward war, and only a handful of mecha see it. Not Megatron, whose inflammatory writings gain him agonizing attention from those on high. Not Ratchet, the Iacon Medical Center’s most prized practitioner, whose Dead-End clinic remains the worst-guarded secret on Cybertron. Not Overlord, whose iron hold over Cybertron’s underworld is beginning to falter. Not Orion Pax, whose concern over the sudden silence of one of his favorite writers drives him to take up his hero’s pen. Not Terminus, who only wants to survive. But Trepan and Senator Shockwave both know well what’s coming. One aims to use a defiant miner’s fall to crush the aspirations of the masses. The other wants to use that miner’s triumph to ignite them. Neither much cares about Megatron himself, or his ultimate survival. Therein lies their fatal error.

*Not clear from the summary, but the premise is essentially "what if Megatron got the matrix instead of OP" and how their pre-war lives would have to pan out for them to ultimately switch roles. Just a really fascinating, supremely well-done "what-if" fic, but also probably the weirdest one to put on this particular list, b/c JP turns into megatron/JP at the very, very end... but... I just kinda ignore that development since it happens in like almost literally in the last chapter and you can def read it as friendship up until that point... (¬⤙¬ ᵕ)

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*listen... don't @ me. They're definitely saucy, but they're not explicit. Yada, yada... hey minors, don't read these! ...But we all know you will so just don't talk to me or anyone else about it, cool? Cool. (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

Intermission by crabapplered

『oneshot - ao3 - Words: 5,049 - War AU - complete - ▾』

As the war stretched on for interminable vorn, Prowl found himself faced time and again with the mounting stress of his position. Many of those times he was forced to face alone, the gear grinding stress sending him to Ratchet for system overhauls and forced defrags. But every so often he'd be fortunate enough to have Jazz on hand, and when he did, well, it didn't take much. Pressing Jazz up against the wall, cramming him into corners, pinning him facedown over Prowl's desk. It didn't matter as long he could keep Jazz still.

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Audition by crabapplered

『oneshot - ao3 - Words: 12,783 - War AU - complete - ▾』

If one were to be delicate, one would say that Jazz and Prowl are incompatible. The blunt truth? 'You just lie there with this blank expression on your face,' he'd been told by his last partner. Signal had stayed longer then most, willing to try since Prowl was so obviously doing his best, interfacing to please his partner and give him what Prowl himself disliked. In the end, though, it hadn't worked. 'You don't like me touching you, you don't like the mess, you don't even like the overload, and half the time I swear you're running economic simulations in your CPU you look that bored. I don't want that. I don't want you miserable, and I don't want me miserable, either.' So why can't Prowl stop wishing?

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That's all, folks.

ദ്ദി(｡•̀ω-)✧ ~Happy reading!

and for the shit tumblr search/tag system, i offer: #jazzprowl #jazzprowl recs #jazz x prowl #jazzprowl fic recs #jazzprowl fanfic recs #tansformers fic recs #tf jazzprowl #tf fic recs

[violetasteracademic]

Rambling thoughts post. Won't delete.

I learned a long time ago to stop commenting on the state of the ship war/ SJM fandom as a whole and asking people to be kinder, and anyone who has followed me for a while (which sounds silly to say since I've only been here since March) has likely witnessed my slow disillusionment of the SJM fandom space. As my therapist said, if you keep trying to clean up debris in someone's house who refuses to fix their roof, you'll drain yourself for nothing. (That was about my ex husband but hey I think it applies here.) I've also realized that in the long run, individual creators don't matter, really. There are too many creators in this space who burn out and disappear and even if it upsets or disappoints people in the moment, there is always someone to replace them. I'm very replaceable. My thoughts really don't matter. But here they are anyway.

The SJM tumblr space is extremely hostile and negative. But it isn't all hostile and negative, and the more I filter out the shipwar content and anti content (seriously, I have filters on anti elriel, anti gwynriel, anti elucien, and shipwar buzzwords like delusional, reading comprehension, touch grass, ECT and thank you to my dear friend @yourstarsmyscars for showing me how much more the filters can do than I realized!) the more free I am to see how many kind and wonderful creators there are on here making cute art and amazing fanfics and nourishing a positive fandom ecosystem.

Again, I don't matter in the long run. I'm not sure how many people even still follow me really since I've stopped engaging in the shipwars beyond art, fics, and kind posts. But I do want to let anyone out there who, like me, has had their tolerance for the ship wars plummet to the core of the earth, break through the crust in the middle of the Pacific ocean, and then drift into space, know that there IS kindness in this fandom beyond the noise. There are people doing great work on all sides, who are welcoming to all, and just trying to create something people will enjoy.

I can't say I'll be here forever, or even much longer. But I feel moved to signal boost the positivity. I also know that, although I do believe I tried very hard to be positive and not insulting the majority of the time, I had days that I let the negativity get to me and I was snarkier than I wish I would have been. I'm truly sorry if I ever made a post that even remotely hurt anyone's feelings or added to the negativity. I'd go back and delete them, but frankly they are my most popular posts and still get reblogged so it feels sort of pointless since reblogs don't get deleted.

Although I am an Elriel in my heart of hearts, I want to continue to be a welcoming space for all. If that means my followers get cut in half or only a few people interact with my posts, that's okay with me. I can't try to patch the roof of the fandom, but I can keep my own space toasty and warm for anyone looking for reprieve, regardless of who you ship. I've stated multiple times here that I'm the only Elriel in my IRL friendships, and I love my friends dearly. I tried to speak to Tumblr as a whole the way I'd speak to them, and I didn't always do that. But the world is too abysmal and scary and a lot of SJM fans come online and struggle to find a space that isn't extremely hostile and negative.

Here's to all the goofy little spooks making art, fics, texts, and transcending the shipwars and just trying to connect over the things we love.

In the words of our Lord and Savior Taylor Swift, I want to be defined by the things I love, not the things I hate.

Also still committed to writing a banger Elain Lucien and Azriel throuple once I get through my laundry list of current fics. Maybe a quadruple with Gwyn. Maybe I'll just write a giant orgy, actually.

[darth-mortem]

Finally, I wrote a new text for my English lessons! It's about all TF 141, and it's funny and a little hot.

In this fic Captain Price started a fight for the purity of the language in TF 141 before the visit of generals with inspection. 1846 words.

TW: obscene language

Captain Price went to look for his soldiers around the base and expectedly found them in the smoking area. They chased the rookies away and sat down on the benches with cups of tea and coffee. To tell the truth, they had the right to rest: TF 141 had just returned from the mission in the morning. Therefore, the captain didn’t focus on the behavior of his soldiers, but instead he said something else.

“Well, well, lads,” Price said as he looked at them, lighting his cigar. “An inspection commission is coming to our base in four days. So I want you to watch your language and to stop cursing.”

You can keep reading on Ao3 or here

“Oh, shit!” Gaz exclaimed.

“Fucking hell,” Ghost shook his head.

“Oh, thay kin awa’ and chew mah banger!” Soap added, and aggressively sipped his coffee.

“This is exactly what I’m talking about,” Price said, sighing heavily.

All four looked at each other, and then Soap rolled his eyes and let out a loud groan.

Of course, Price understood that a request and even an order wouldn’t be enough to achieve such a difficult goal as purity of language. That’s why he resorted to some measures that could help. When Ghost, Soap, and Gaz returned to their task force’s break room, they saw a jar with a label in Price’s handwriting on it.

“One curse—one quid,” Gaz read and turned to the others. “Hey, mates, what the fuck?”

“You cursed,” Ghost said thoughtfully, “so you have to put a quid in this bloody jar.”

“Ye too, Lt.!” Soap laughed. “Yer stupid arseholes, guys!”

Simon and Kyle stared at him, and Johnny suddenly stopped laughing. Then each of them threw a coin into the jar in dead silence. Of course, they all had something to say, but no one wanted to part with the money, so the lieutenant and two sergeants stayed quiet. That’s how they were found by Price, who went into the room to make himself a cup of tea.

“Oh, I see you’ve already figured out how it works,” the captain said, turning on an electric kettle.

“Actually not at all,” the lieutenant answered, crossing his arms over his chest. “Do we have to bring coins here if we curse outside the room?”

“Of course you are, Simon,” Price said. “I count on your honesty, lads.”

“Oh, shit,” Gaz sighed sadly.

“Hey! Watch your fucking language, Kyle!” The captain exclaimed.

There was silence for a few seconds. Then MacTavish laughed, looking at Price and Garrick, who threw their coins into the jar.

This evening, when TF 141 gathered in the break room for tea and biscuits according to their tradition, everyone saw that the jar was stuffed, and it contained not only coins but also banknotes. Price stared at it, slowly removed his hat, and rubbed the back of his head.

“Looks like it’s not working,” MacTavish commented, pulling a box of chocolate chip cookies from the cupboard.

"Looks like we need a bigger jar,” Price denied grimly.

“F…” Riley started, and noticed the others staring at him. “Fine!”

Garrick shook his head and began to pour boiling water into cups.

During evening tea, the four soldiers talked and laughed a lot, usually, but not today. They exchanged a few words, added coins to the jar, and quickly left. However, fifteen minutes later, Soap slipped into Ghost’s room, and Gaz performed a similar maneuver, finding himself in Captain Price’s. They saw each other in the corridor, but both pretended that they didn’t.

For a while, Price and Garrick forgot about the jar, and they didn’t feel like talking at all. The sergeant’s mouth was occupied with kisses at first, and then with something else instead. Only when Kyle was in bed, pressed against the mattress by the stocky, hot captain’s body, he finally spoke.

“Oh, fuck…” He exhaled, melting as Price kissed his neck, scratching the skin with the stiff bristles. “It’s so fucking good, John! Oh… should I put the coins in the jar?"

“Mmm… of course!” The captain answered, caressing Kyle with his hand.

“But John!” The sergeant exclaimed resentfully.

“No buts,” Price said, shaking his head. “I must have principles.”

“Well,” Garrick hugged him tighter and threw his leg on the captain’s thigh, “then I’ll make you pay more than me!”

A similar thing was happening in Lieutenant Riley’s room. In the beginning, Ghost tried to cover Soap’s mouth with his palm or kiss him to silence his voice, but then he forgot about it. Johnny was so hot and willing to do anything for him, so Simon focused on giving him as much pleasure as possible. MacTavish had always been noisy in bed, so even now he was moaning and cursing as he squirmed under the stocky lieutenant, and Ghost enjoyed it. He remained as quiet as ever; only his heavy, hoarse breathing indicated that he also felt good.

Later, when they both got dressed and stood by the window smoking, breaking base’s rules, Soap looked at Ghost and said:

“You made me swear a lot, sae ye have tae pay for me.”

“Negative,” the lieutenant answered.

Soap pouted but didn’t argue, so they returned to bed and quickly fell asleep.

In the morning, Gaz was the last to come to the break room. Glancing at Captain Price, he went over to the new, larger jar and silently put a handful of coins into it.

“Well, well,” Soap reacted immediately, “somebody had a hot night?”

“Yeah!” Gaz answered, annoyed. “And what about you? I can’t believe you were just sleeping!”

Soap sighed heavily, went over to the jar, and put coins in it too. Price and Riley looked at each other and smiled.

The next few days proved difficult for all members of TF 141. One evening, Ghost came to the room, angry and annoyed. He clearly didn’t want to talk, but the others started asking questions, and he gave up. After sipping his tea, the lieutenant put a fifty-pound banknote into the jar and said:

“I trained rookies today.”

Then he thought a little, put in another twenty pounds, and began to tell his story. Price tried to react silently, but the sergeants didn’t skimp on comments and added approximately the same amount to Riley’s deposit.

Another day, the captain himself became a victim of his own invention. Price was doing the paperwork, clearing the entire backlog on mission reports and equipment requisitions, and he was infuriated both by the amount of documents that were simply missing and by the level of the Army bureaucracy.

“Soap, you muppet!” He spoke angrily. “Why did you take so many fucking explosives and didn’t write bloody requests?!”

“Sorry, Cap, I forgot,” Johnny answered, hiding behind Simon.

Gaz laughed and drew the captain’s attention to him.

“And you, little trick-headed bastard,” Price looked at Garrick strictly. “Why does your sniper training ammo request say ‘200’? Did you learn from scratch?!”

“Oh… Maybe I wrote an extra zero accidentally." Kyle was embarrassed. “I’m so sorry, Cap.”

“Sometimes I hate you so much, lads,” Price said, shaking his head. “Except for Simon. His papers are always in perfect order.”

“Thank you, sir," Ghost answered, looking at the sergeants haughtily.

When the inspection day finally arrived, all members of TF 141 were almost happy. Several generals from different NATO countries respectfully walked around, accompanied by local officers, and looked at the soldiers’ training, the base’s infrastructure, and the condition of the buildings and equipment. One of them, the Canadian general, was particularly impressed by the drill of the Scottish unit, where soldiers marched on the square in kilts.

“It looks so fucking pretty,” he said with enjoyment. “Just look at them, Marv!”

“Don’t be such a dickhead, Ethan,” Marv, the USA general, rolled his eyes. “Focus on the inspection!”

Captain Price, who was one of the accompanying officers, carefully held his emotions and looked away, but it didn’t end there. At the shooting range, the commission ran into Ghost, Soap, and Gaz, who were on their way to training. Having saluted according to the statute, the soldiers of TF 141 moved on and clearly heard the words spoken by one of the generals.

“Have you seen this guy in a skull mask?” he asked. “He’s a fucking terminator!”

MacTavish coughed hard, and Garrick elbowed him in the side.

Later, the generals wanted to see the barracks, and soon they reached the residential block where the soldiers of TF 141 lived. After inspecting the sergeants’ rooms, they went into the recreation room, where Ghost was going through some documents and drinking tea.

“Carry on!” The German general ordered before Ghost stood up and saluted.

Price and Riley watched as the commission inspected their room, looking at the maps and photos on the walls, and appreciating cleanliness. Finally, someone noticed the jar, and the generals crowded around it.

“Look, Ethan,” the USA general said to his Canadian colleague, “it’s a fucking good idea!”

Ghost coughed, and everyone turned to him. Under his sinister, icy gaze, the USA general got confused; then he patted his jacket pockets and pulled out a coin.

“I don’t have a quid,” he said. “Will a dollar do?”

“Aye, sir!” Lieutenant Riley answered strictly, and the general put his coin into the jar.

When the inspection left the base, the jar disappeared, and the members of TF 141 breathed a sigh of relief. They were so happy that they didn’t even ask where all the collected money went. However, the answer to this question was soon received. One cold, rainy evening, Captain Price entered the break room and placed a bottle of good whiskey and a large bag of various delicacies on the table.

“Och, what’s th’ reason?” Soap asked and jumped up to get glasses from the cupboard. “Did someone die? Or mibbie born?”

“Shut the fuck up, Soap,” the captain answered cheerfully. “I decided that spending money from the swear jar on a small feast was a good idea. And our base passed the inspection perfectly; it’s not a bad reason.”

The soldiers perked up and stirred as they took out plates and spread the goodies that Price had bought for them.

“Hey, Simon,” the captain called, and the lieutenant approached him. “That general fooled you. Here, take a look.”

Price placed a coin in Riley’s palm. It wasn’t a dollar, but fifty cents.

“Arsehole!” Ghost exclaimed angrily, looking at the coin.

“Fuck him,” Johnny gasped with his hand and poured the whiskey into the glasses. “C'moan, guys, let’s drink!”

All four sat down at the table, and soon the usual cheerful and warm atmosphere reigned in the room. The soldiers were talking, recalling funny incidents from their missions, drinking whiskey, and eating delicious snacks. Soap rested his head on Ghost’s shoulder, and Price carelessly hugged Gaz, stroking the back of his head.

“Th’ idea wi’ that jar wasn’t sae terrible,” MacTavish said, enjoying the cured meat and the lieutenant’s tight embrace. "Mibbie, we can repeat it somehow?" “No!” Price, Riley, and Gaz answered in unison, and then all four laughed loudly.

[hwanchaesong]

┗🖋️ A once in a blue moon chance / Sculpts a rose and violet romance / In an ivory and rings trance / Comes a tragic wound by lance 📖

🎧: Taylor Swift - loml

wc: 1.3k

genre & warnings: angst, angst, angst 😭 itty bitty fluff if you use a microscope, character death (due to sickness), ghost!Sunoo, just pure angst for real, read at your own risk 😭

a/n: this is a part of The Tortured Poets Department series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

You warm your hands on the freshly brewed cup of coffee that you ordered, lifting it up and taking a sip, not minding the burn on your tongue.

"This is delicious." you say, the man in front of you grinning in return, "We should've come here sooner, Sunoo."

"Right!? I told you this place is a banger." he proudly crosses his arms on his chest, a smirk on his bright face.

You sigh, finishing the drink and standing up from your seat, "Oh crap, it's time to go." you murmur, hastily walking away after cleaning up the table.

"Already?" Sunoo jumped up from his own seat, begrudgingly following you down the pavement.

"Slow down! Gosh, are you doing a marathon or something?" he rolls his eyes, finally catching up to you without breaking a sweat.

Naturally, he has longer legs than you, he was simply caught off guard by your sudden departure from the café.

"I really don't want to be late this time." you peered at your watch, clicking your tongue in dismay.

"You really should manage your time properly." Sunoo comments, looking at your annoyed face.

"Yeah," you muttered, turning around the corner and stopping in front of a flower shop, "I should really manage my time better."

You enter the establishment, greeting the florist and inspecting the fresh cuts of flowers.

"What should I get?" you put a hand under your chin, in a deep thought on what to buy for today's celebration.

Sunoo peeked from behind you, staring at the flowers as well, "Why not get sunflowers? Look! Aren't they especially pretty today?" he excitedly points at them and you nod your head.

"Sunflowers are a great choice." you smile, waving at the florist to tell him your pick.

The dimpled man walks over to you and begins to arrange the flowers into a bouquet, "What's the occasion for today, ma'am?" he asks, and you giggle a bit at his playful tone, making the man beside you pout in discontent.

You're not planning on flirting with that florist within his presence, right?

"A birthday, and these sunflowers are the perfect gift for him."

You smile lovingly at the flowers when the florist hands you the bouquet, and when you're about to pay for it, the male did not accept your money.

"Flowers on me for today, now go." he waves you off and you frown, thinking that if you did not pay, it'll be unfair for the worker.

"But-"

"No buts!" he puts his index finger on his lips, sending you a wink, "Consider that as a gift from me as well."

You beamed at the man, poking his dimples and proceeding to pinch the cheek of the florist that you have grown accustomed to after a few months of meeting him at the shop.

"Thank you so much, Jungwon!"

You bid him goodbye, exiting the store in a haste, missing the giddy and beaming expression of the boy, one that Sunoo noticed.

"Oh my god! He totally likes you!" he whispers aggressively, "Must you flirt with him too?!"

You bite your lower lip, shaking your head lightly, "No, no. Jungwon is a friend. Nothing more, nothing less."

Sunoo squinted his eyes at you, skeptical but he lets it go.. for now.

He continued following you throughout your journey somewhere, basking in the melodious silence and the beautiful weather.

You didn't say a word either, choosing to stay in the comforts of your own thoughts.

Skies so blue it reminded you of the sea. The sun illuminates the earth of its shine, casting a warm sensation to anyone who walks under it. The trees are also swaying with the winds, creating a silhouette of dancing leaves on the pavement while the breeze gently touches your skin.

Then your footsteps came to a halt in front of a rather gloomy place, a complete opposite of the outside world.

You took a deep breath, willing your hands not to shake and figuratively patting yourself on the back, urging yourself that you are a grown woman capable of handling your fears.

Sunoo's worried gaze is now fixated on you, "Y/N?" he calls your name, concern lacing his voice at your sorrowful mien.

"I can do it. Sunoo, watch me do it." you whisper, steels in your orbs and looking straight ahead as you begin trudging the dark road towards your final destination.

Sunoo nods in return, a proud smile on his face, "Go for it, Y/N. I'm rooting for you."

Finally, you have reached the goal.

Crouching on your knees and dropping the bouquet of sunflowers on the neatly trimmed bermuda grass near a sepulcher.

"Hello, Sunoo. I've come to visit you again. I'm sorry if I haven't been able to drop by for a while, college life has been keeping me busy." you laugh albeit without any trace of joy.

You then sit down, not minding if the dirt will stain your pants, hands going over the tomb, fingers tracing the name engraved across the marble.

"Here," you say, pulling out a small container in your bag, "I brought your favorite, mint choco ice cream. Bought it at the coffee shop that you have told me about before." you set it down beside the bouquet, and you couldn't help the small sob that you let out.

Immediately, the man who was beside you the whole time pulled you in a hug, one that your soul felt but physically cannot be perceived.

"Sunghoon said that he'll visit you later, he'll tag Riki along. They said that they will bring some coke and beer." you sniff, your arms wrapping themselves around you.

"They will?" Sunoo mumbles, his own tears forming in the corner of his lids, "What about the others?"

"Hee, Jay, and Jake will follow afterwards, after their finals. You know," you gulped, trying to compose yourself, "It's been another difficult year for us without you."

You can't hold it back anymore, your hands flying to your mouth so that you won't make any embarrassing sounds, continuing to ramble all your sentiments.

"We miss our sunshine, Sunoo. We miss your sassiness, your dolphin squealing, your smile. Sunoo I-I, I miss you so much."

Said man embraced you tighter when your cries got louder, murmuring words of affirmation that you will never ever hear again. Telling you how much he misses you too, but you will never know that.

"I still have these daydreams sometimes. Where you'll k-kiss me when I'm having a hard time. Where you'll give me random gifts because it reminded you of me. Oh gosh-" you wipe away your uncontrollable salty tears that are free falling from your eyes to your cheeks.

If there is one thing that Sunoo regrets the most, it'll be the fact that he wasn't strong enough to continue living. He wasn't brave enough back then to combat the illness that was eating away at his life force.

He succumbed to it when all of you were praying for him to recover.

He let himself sleep even when he promised you a life of eternal love with him.

Maybe that's why he still hasn't left your side, even if his transparent body is slowly disappearing. He has to see you be happy again. He has to watch over you until he knows that someone will be there for you until you're grey and old.

"I'm sorry for being sad Sunoo, god! Y/N, get a hold of yourself!" you snicker, slapping yourself lightly with both hands, plastering a trembling smile on your lips.

"No, Y/N, don't be. It should be me who's apologizing. I'm sorry for causing you so much pain." he says, pulling away from you and putting a hand on your shoulders, but it's no use, because a mere spectre of the past won't be able to send a message to the living, breathing present-day.

"I hope you're resting well there in heaven. Happiest birthday to you, my sunshine."

A longing gaze, yearning for intimacy, embroidered in a ring that was stashed away in his cabinet. One that would not see the day nor would it be placed on your finger.

For the heart is fickle and the brain is a mush of wilted petals, and maybe, in your next life, you will not lose the love of your life.

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@shakalakaboomboo @ramenoil @slutforjeno

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at last, where doing it man where MAKING THIS HAPPEN

cringes jakehal fic rec list

just so were clear: some of the fics are unfinished, and havent been updated in a while. leaving a comment to let the author know that youre reading and youre enjoying it is fine, but dont be a bag of dicks and harass them over when the new chapter will be up. have some decency or else ill be inside your walls.

Heart by fawn_writes || rated T || 1/1 || 663 words - man its so good. short and sweet. jake comes by to witness the construction of hals new body while also reminiscing about the times he fought brobot and his untimely demise. a good sparkling of body worship. "Everything will be normal. They’ll manage to keep it normal. After all, Jake has enough of his own heart to share." - fuck, that lines so effervescent.

What he needs by fawn_writes || rated M || 1/1 || 1259 words - another banger from the same author. they be doing the horizontal tango, but nothings too graphic. healthy serving of body worship from jakes perspective, as well as his internal struggle with his apparent robotic attraction.

Dead Weight by squirtgunplay || rated M || 5/9 || 27337 words - oh that fic. oh my god. love me some zombie apocalypse au with existential horror sprinkled on top. hal and dirk are twins but with a twist in this one. theres mystery. theres injuries that make you incapable of moving around. theres ship of theseus discussion. its nourishing. its beautiful. jake and hals banter in this one is fucking amazing, and the author captures their characters so well. the relationship between hal and dirk is also very fucking good and heartwrenching and just ugh. stellar writing, the forth wall break made me laugh out loud, hal gets called a security camera (derogatory). theres graphic depictions of violence, so beware of the tags.

Tennessee Whiskey & You by MistLaFey || rated T || 5/? || 12217 words - major character death and graphic depictions of violence tagged, so beware and read the tags. no-sburb au. dirk fucking dies (its in the fic description so i dont feel like its a spoiler). beautiful exploration of grief, unhealthy coping mechanisms and trying to get back into the normal life when theres a big part of it suddenly missing. hal and dirk are twins. jake is not doing well. hal is also not doing well, but pretending he is. its heartbreaking and some scenes made my chest hurt. very good fic and i dont understand why it doesnt get more love. it deserves it. go read it, even just for the funeral scene, i got teary-eyed over it.

seconds by squirtgunplay || rated E || 2/2 || 18698 words - graphic depictions of violence and its no joke, presidential alert the girls are fightinnn!! but its also so funny and the authors so funny and its also really hot! no sburb au, hals a human and dirks twin. he gets kidnapped by a craigslist hitman jake who mistakes him for dirk. the banter is top game in this one. hal cant keep his mouth shut even in life or death situation. jakes a dork, but hes a deadly dork, and also cant keep his mouth shut about his personal problems. theres fistfighting and knifethrowing and hal gets a weapon put to his head at least twice and he thinks its pretty damn hot. theres banging in second chapter. what more can i say to sell you on this one. the characters are on point, the action is tense but its also written in a cheeky, fun way, smut is good, a npc gets unsubscribed from life. amazing fic, 10/10, will read it again.

I Think Therefore I AR by Taxi_Boy || rated T || 25/? || 30417 words - im saving the best for last. major character death. hal has to start the game and get his friends into the medium while dirk is missing, while also pretending to be dirk as to not raise their suspicions. im not going to say anymore about the plot, you just have to go and read the fic. genuinely my favourite jakehal - and homestuck in general - fic of all time. i love caliborn in this one. i cant wait to see what the author has cooked up for us in the future. its plainly genious.

these are only ao3 fics as i have no clue how tf you search other fanfic sites for a specific ship, but if you have any other recommendations feel free to add them onto this post! we all need some good jakehal fic recs in these trying times!

[storyshark2005]

Carraville Rec List !

See below, self-explanatory!! I'm sure I missed some bangers, so feel free to reblog and add more, or comment. I pulled all these straight off my AO3 bookmarks list. They are ALL COMPLETE, so I didn't add any WIPSs! Please note I separated "older/classic" recs from the amazing fountain of NEW works we've been blessed with in the past 3-4 months or so. Note: IN NO PARTICULAR ORDER!

Enjoy you little dancers!!

⚽️❤️ MY CLASSIC CARRAVILLE PICKS ❤️⚽️

Lockjaw by anonymous - Workplace blowjob fic that grows into a much deeper story. Sexy-with-feels MNF era Carraville. Amazing ‘show don’t tell’ characterization, top top dialogue.  Gary hiding past trauma and Jamie finding out. A crime this is anonymous, I want to read more from this author!! 

the ghosts of you and me by @blindbatalex - ahhhmazingly written, MNF-era Carraville. Uses ‘snowed in’ trope to delve greater depths of a break up; old wounds, things unspoken, beautiful writing and a really pulled-back tone that aches. 

the ocean and the coast by @carraville - Valencia!Gary. Jamie POV. Jamie pining. Lovely poetic style. “I have a separate plate for you.” <3 <3 <3 

In Your Boots by @thesecretdetectivecollection- funny, sweet, MNF-era. SO CUTE Gary jumping to conclusions and panicking over Jamie leaving. Lots of Jamie-scenery descriptions of pretty eyes and "absurd cheekbones" and "Jamie's reliable heart" <3 

keep your silver, give me that gold by @thesecretdetectivecollection - MNF-era Carraville. Jamie decides to box Rio Ferdinand. Gary has SERIOUS RESERVATIONS about his beefy colleague (just colleague, no feelings, cough cough) putting himself in harms way for a stupid charity wager. Thing come to a head in a good way. Lots of verbal eye candy Carra. <3 

Loss / loss / win by milleseptcent guuuuh the SCALE! The FEELS! Soulmates Carraville. Takes place from playing days to MNF-era. Gary and Carra, both without soul marks, fuck around in a casual relationship... for about twenty years. The ending is SO SWEET!

Anything That Isn’t This by @kloppend the sleeping death apocalypse fic, read if you want to ruin yourself for two or three days but ALSO the beauty of the writing is 100% worth the devastation, one of the finest written pieces in the fandom imho. HAUNTING, gorgeous, aching, amazing. 

Play the Whistle by @zevons - Referee!AU Carraville!! What more do you need to know?! Gary and Jamie’s football dreams never came true, so they do the next best thing. Lovely Jamie&Stevie friendship. Enemies to lovers. So much snippy banter before they realize they are actually besties who want to smootch. FEEL GOOD but with tons of depth as well. 

amunt by @carraville short, punchy, poetic = classic redandgold! Valencia!Gary, pining!Jamie. Also incredible that this was written only two weeks into Gary’s appointment, BEFORE the Barcelona loss, before things unravelled, so it’s an amazing time-capsule into the fandom in late 2015 (when they didn’t know if Gary would ever come back!) 

Through fresh eyes by @aramblingjay - Jamie comes to MNF. Gary deals. Truly top-notch writing, amazing language, deft characterization. It never overindulges while remaining poignant throughout. Can be read as pre-Carraville or platonic-soulmates type friendship. It’s tagged as incomplete but it is finished. Essential reading, a classic!

Advantages of Playing Away by @zevons MNF-era testimonial blowjob in Old Trafford dressing room Carraville!! Sooo sweet, soooo hot, dialogue is sharp and funny. Just perfect <3 

Remedial Exercises in Teamwork by @zevons - more saltstreets!!! HOGWARTS AU, both of them are Gryffindor beaters (so in character for them), both obsessed with quidditch. Background!gerlonso. Implied Professor Pep/Mou !!! Detention!flirting!! I mean!!! Sir Alex the owl!!! Checks all the boxes, nostalgic, sweet, enemies to boyfriends. <3 

⚽️❤️RECENT AMAZING 2023/2024 CARRAVILLE WE ARE BLESSED WITH ❤️⚽️

Tasting Syrup on My Tongue by @heyyjulien - PLAYERS ERA!!! Jamie and Gary have a casual relationship that gets put to the test after Jamie’s injured in a derby game. Great banter-to-feels ratio, you will want to put Julien’s sweet Jamie in your pocket and give their Gary a big hug. Great romantic closing scene where they negotiate the implications of Jamie’s injury scare. Also SCHOLESY!! <3

It’s just not what’s done by @player1064 truly a Carraville writer that ‘burst onto the scene’ as fast and furious as Micah Richards! My fave of theirs. A truly hysterical premise on the surface that they plumb deep to turn up real emotion. I love the time-jump style. Wonderful David&Gary friendship, as well as all of the Co92 rallying around Gary. Covers all eras up until today, with a January 2024 Carraville in Courcheval scene!! <3 

Package Deal (It’s Valentine’s Day, ye dimwit) by @kloppinthekop My fave of their “Holiday Husbands” series. So cute and sweet and the love scene is sooooo (SOOO) hot and poignant !! Jamie taking care of Gary in every way on Valentine’s Day. Domestic feels. 

Love You More by @effervescentdragon outstanding emotional excavation, Jamie POV Carraville. Uses a slightly disorienting (in a good way) jump around style that isn’t time stamped, but if you know your Carraville, you get your footing in a sentence or two. It’s a bookended journey between ‘fuck you too’ (visceral hatred) to ‘fuck you too’ (affectionate). 

Gary Neville is Still a Red, Just a Different Shade by @fanficburner - your ultimate ABO Carraville! This isn’t for the faint-of-heart, angst abounds, I would not call this a romance! But a great character piece. Gary gets unwillingly bonded with Jamie, while still in love with Beckham. The standout part of this fic is the world-building and social implications of what an ABO society might actually look like; separate Omega changing rooms, registration offices for Omega registration, the harsh realities of an owned class of people.

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Another post? damn

I was on vacation a few weeks back and had no internet so I downloaded all Fanfciton that were Satoru/Shoko tagged and rated them.

Here are the ones I rated 5/5 ... so i guess this is a ff recommendation post lol

The delicate art of flirting

3rdgymbros

Words: 1,960, Satosho, 5/5

This is so good. I love that the first years get brought into the infirmary and they just KNOW ahahahahah. Also it’s just this casual side thing but there something so much deeper that i hurts which i like about this ship

Like a lost shirt

Lua

Words:1,520, Satosho, 5/5

I am a sucker for raw and "practical" relationships. Like this is exactly how I imagine them to grieve for Suguru and I love that so much can be left unsaid but the reader and Satoru and Shoko both just know. What they have isn't healthy but it's the only thing they can have. A happy and healthy relationship with someone else would just simply not work. They are both too fucked up for that.

Sorry about the blood in your mouth (i wish it was mine)

Her_black_tights

Words: 17,761 Sashisu/ Satosho 5/5

So I am biased on this one cuz this is one of my headcanons. That Suguru fucked around with both and that his absence is why Gojo and Shoko are a thing. And I feel like this fic perfectly encapsulates the hurt, the brokenness and the necessity of their relationship. Like this is how they cope and its messy and unhealthy and i love it

Listen I love you joy is coming

Antioedipus

Words:3,938 Satosho 5/5

This one is cute. Nah cute is the wrong word, they are goblins but it’s nice. They are both fucked up which is funny. Also 100% can see that Shoko doesn't have the emotional capacity to console a crying woman but still would do the right thing even if she doesn't think it’s the right thing. 

Work and not run (skip and not fall)

Aminstrel

Words:2,300 Satosho 5/5

Love this! Cute! Exactly how i Imagine them. Also match cut? Peak comedy hahahaha goblin energy.

Catalyst

tiressian

Words:4,170 Satosho 5/5

AYOOOOO first tiressian ff. i remember reading this and having gotten new horizons opened xD Anyway: love it, super nice character interaction. Love it when Gojo is stumbling over his words, a tiressian special! Also love the aftermath, hilarious but sweet.

To my significant (b)other

Tiressian

Words: 6,621 Satosho 5/5

Another banger! Back to back? Spoiled honestly. I love this one just because it makes so much sense that she writes a list. Also Gojo high as balls is hilarious. Then the whole dialogue at the wedding with the chaste touches omg my skin is prickling. Love it.

Warmth

Satoluvs

Words:2,663 Satosho 5/5

I LOVE THIS. Omg adopted Yuji has my heart. Also consoling somebody by not talking it out but taking them in giving them affection to cure the sadness omg. Also also Satoru and Shoko just dating super casually i looooovee it.

Breathing underwater 

Shrimphony

Words:1,848 Sashisu/ Satosho 5/5

This one hurts so much omg. And this could easily be canon. Idk why Gege does not show us Shoko’s grief more…. Like even if it's platonic how can she not find solace in Gojo still being there hmm? And then when Gojo, Nanami and Yaga get ripped from her, that must have destroyed her…

Shore 

Tiressian

Words:7,161 Satosho 5/5

VERY TASTY thank you for the meal. I love their dynamic. Back with the tiressian special. Also Shoko making him do push ups, same girl same i get it. Love the banter, it makes so much sense.

Epoch

Tiressian

Words:6,341 Satosho 5/5

Yum, yes, very nice. Love cheerleader Gojo, he has my heart, that poor dude. No other comments it's perfect

Call it a hunch

Tiressian

Words: 5,560 Satosho 5/5

I think this is one of my favourites hahhaha. I love how panda is trying to convince everybody hahahahah. Also the snowball fight is glorious xD the little yuta/maki you slipped  in there, i see you hehehehe. And the end has me ROLLING HAHAHAHAH

It's the thought that counts 

Tiressian

Words: 2,182 Satosho 5/5

THE CUTEST ahhhh i love them i really really need to draw the three of them uff.

there's lots of 4/5 ones too that I'd recommend but i need to cap the list somewhere xD (the google doc has 12 pages wtf ahahahah) This is up for changes anyway :P but enjoy my recommendations xD

[fallingintheforest]

Let’s support our fanfic writers!!

What are your favorite Gwynriel/Elucien fics / fanfic writers? Tag them and show some love!🩵🌊🧡🌷

Awe I love this trend! As a prolific reader these wonderful writers need all the love for the time spent crafting these works for the rest of our enjoyment.

I've seen a few of these posts by now so I'm likely going to be doubling up as I tend to have a bit of a narrower reading scope in the ACOTAR fandom. But, nonetheless, I have my verrry expansive Ao3 bookmark page open and ready...

Nearly all of these fics fall into Elucien category and/or ft. Eris... so if that's your bag you've come to the right place. For the sake of brevity I'm going to rec only a couple fics from each author but I've read through almost all of the fics they have authored and guarantee them all as absolute bangers.

Starting off strong with @missfckingfortune

The way that this author writes Elucien has me on my hands and knees. How they can go from writing sweet and fluffy to hot and heavy scenes deserves a lengthy round of applause. Also, this is going to be a trend with all of the authors listed here, but THE ERIS CONTENT in both of these fics is absolutely chef's kiss. I squeak every time he turns up in the narrative with some assholey, yet endearing comment. Anyway, updates to these fics is an immediate drop everything and read... seriously, I read a chapter update in the Costco line up.

I Can Wait For You at the Bottom: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47208772/chapters/118947826

I Dream of Rain/I Dream of Fire (JUST UPDATED): https://archiveofourown.org/works/57431755/chapters/146111299

2. Next up we have @clockwork-ashes

Oh oh, god do these fics hurt so good. Prince of Ashes was one of the first Eris-centric works I read when I started getting into the ACOTAR fandom. It was recently completed and I was left EMOTIONALLY DISTRAUGHT BECAUSE HOW DARE YOU FOLLOW CANON EVENTS. I'm still recovering from Chapter 11 & 12. Such a wonderful fleshing out of Eris' character and! He! Has! Friends! that I am extremely attached to (Micah you deserve the WORLD for sticking by Eris!). Eris in these is REALLY trying his best to be a good brother, but god he is going through it at all times. I am also going to rec Light the Fire Bright which is a collection of One-shots - Eris-Centric and ft. Lucien and a couple other characters.

Prince of Ashes: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57191071/chapters/145468249

Light the Fire Bright: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58793767/chapters/149904046#workskin

3. I originally stumbled upon @olenvasynyt through booktok and their wonderful critical discussions/analyses of the source text. I was so jazzed when A Court of Embers and Sunlight began uploading on Ao3 because the sneak peaks on tiktok were driving me mental with the anticipation. This author's writing is so wonderfully descriptive and has such lovely lyrical language, not to mention the world-building is INTENSE. We are just getting going on this fic, but I can tell its going to be a heck of a ride, and I'm thinking its gonna get hella dark hahah... ALSO BONUS this author supplies pins/recipes of the food mentioned into in the chapter. Second rec is lil Lucien and Big Bro Eris!

A Court of Embers an Sunlight: https://archiveofourown.org/works/57175171/chapters/145426642

The Trees Have Eyes: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58812433/chapters/149883568

4. I don't think a rec list can be complete without @separatist-apologist, who was the first author that really sold me on Elucien (I think I pretty sure it was Henrietta the chicken that did me in). I just checked and this author has 110 ACOTAR fics to their name... so get reading ppl the harvest is plentiful. Delving to this author's catalogue of works you also get introduced to the delightfully reoccurring hate/lust/despise/longing/EXTREME SEXUAL TENSION/(hate again)/love that is Eris & Arina. They are such a wonderfully cheeky pair and I love any fic that features them. Very hard to choose recs for this one but... going to go with

We Could Call it Even (fairly new fic! excited to see where it goes): https://archiveofourown.org/works/59139481/chapters/150792124

Right Where You Left Me (still my comfort re-read): https://archiveofourown.org/works/36573370?view_full_work=true

5. And of course lovely @avabrynne <33. All hail the QUEEN of the AU's. I do not know how you do it and your out-put is INSANE. I literally got into the habit of checking your Tumblr at the end of the day because guaranteed there is an update of some sort or a new AU idea for me to obsess over (still not over Yacht Eris and I never will be). (EDIT- just as I finished writing this and went over to your Ao3 to copy the links to your works I saw you posted a new fic?!?!?! And a Zombie AU. I legit cackling). I love the characterization in this fics so freaking much and the interactions and dialogue between the characters is soo good I have to catch myself if I'm reading in public because I probably am smiling like a total goof at my phone. Such a freaking UNIT of an author and also incredible person and I'm so happy to have found you on this platform. I'm legit struggling over what I should rec here because I am equally attached to all of your works and I consider them all required readings hahah.

Mockingbird (this is the first Work I read from this author and I hold it very dear to my heart. The Twins mean EVERYTHING to me): https://archiveofourown.org/works/54364276/chapters/137698408

the roots of something greener (going to throw a curve ball here and link a Tamlin-centric fic. Super into the characterization of Tamlin in this one and can't wait to see where it goes): https://archiveofourown.org/works/58433374/chapters/148844428

You Just Had to Insult a Witch (PFPFF this fic makes be giggle out-loud. Such a great group of characters we usually don't get to see together. Also, Eris is Suffering as the oldest brother just trying to get out of this situation alive): https://archiveofourown.org/works/57468991/chapters/146211241

[romanarose]

Fic Recs

I'll admit I've been slacking. A lot. It was a high anxiety summer as you know, and I've finally been able to pretty much cut ties with an abusive friend who was causing a LOT of those anxiety and panic attacks. BUT I want to rec some of my fav writers and fav stories.

To keep the presure low on myself I am only linking ONE story per writer, whatever story that speaks to me. I do hope if you like the story you'll check out more from them!

Please remember to reblog their stories if you read them, and if you feel inclinded, leave a kind comment! Big comments are fantastic but even a short "Great story!" Means the world!

Dead Dove Do Not Eat and all dark fics will be in red. Might make a whole other dddne tag list on my dark blog on of these days lmfao

Moon Knight

Fractured Moon by @melodygatesauthor : DDDNE Yandere Moon boys x reader, non con, extreme violence but such good interpretations of the boys

Friendly Favors by @runa-falls best friend steven, friends with benefits??? friends to lovers??? yes plzzz

Rydal Keener

Oxford Comma by @whatthefishh : Collage AU, Rydall is cunty, serves cunt, and eats cunt. What can I say.

TLOU (Most of what I'm reading rn if im being honest)

Linger On by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin : Pre-outbreak!Joel, angst, yummy smut, ft. my boyfriend, Tommy (Angela said I can be Tommy's gf)

Caught by @toxicanonymity : Inspired Keep Cry'n, Joel catches you when you try to run, masterbates onto your face. part 2 has TOMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

Maintainence Man series by @gracieispunk : Joel is a, well, Maintenace man in our building! He is married but that doesn't stop him from fucking you

Hungry Hearts @atinylittlepain : If ya'll know me, you know I love Bruce Springsteen. I have 2 fics named after springsteen songs, one joel one javi/santi/reader. I've fallen behind on the series but loved it enough to make fan art! terrible fan art but still! Pre-outbreak, takes place in two timelines- college age and then the 2000'. Joel has Sarah, reader is ellies mom which I think is fun.

Exit Wounds by @strang3lov3 : No fic masterlist so I tagged the main masterlist. Now listen. I love Tommy Y'all know I love tommy... but cheating on tommy? Im so sorry baby. But ur also an asshole lol. Had it coming.

Creep by @theywhowriteandknowthings : I- ugh just read it. darkish but nothing insane like the wrong way lmfao. pretty mild comparatively but use discression but THAT TWISTTTTTTTT

Only Daddy That'll Walk the Line by @millerscoffee Yellow istead of red bc its not like. dark but Joel's pretty mean

Not A Survialist Girl by @tightjeansjavi again yellow bc joel's a dick lol but THE DIRTY TALK?!?!?!?!?!?!?

Miguel O'Hara

Halo by @missdictatorme : Miguel O'Hara goes full Nathan Bateman and fucks his ai. Whore.

Only You Only Me by @astroboots : so im behind on this one too. What about it! Im terrible I know but like Hungry Hearts above I may be a slow reader but I didn't forget and also did stupid fan art of this great fic too. lol. Anyway plz read this, I cant give a great summary bc im only a few chapters in but if youre in the oscar fandon you know cici writes only bangers

No One But Me by @koshkamartell : You try to break things off with Joel and begin spending time with the hot librrian in Jackson. Joel does not like thi

Triple Frontier

Under Neon Lights by @campingwiththecharmings : sexy drunk sex with my baby boi, santi <3

Through the Scope by @ssuperficialspacecadett : Reader works for Benny and falls for frankie. Great relationships with all the boys, reader has sexual trauma so you knoooooooow i eat these fics up!!!! lovely to see all them be appriciated with special focus on FRANKIE my precious lol guy

Shared Breathes by @frenchiereading : DAD FRANKIE x teacher reader. Triple frontier may have forgotten Frankie has a baby (he deserved the money for her) BUT WE DID NOT!!!!!

The Story of Us by @pimosworld : You served in the military with the boys but they made a deal not to sleep with you. Years later after helping you escape abuse, one by one they begin to waver aka you fuck them all. FishBen as a bonus!!

Goddamn have I really only been reading TLOU XD lmfao makes sense bc thats mostly what Im writing. That and the Javier pena x reader x santi and then the will fic but im soooooooooo much of a TLOU whore rn its insane.

Im sure ill remeber some more amazing TF fics soon but for now here we are!

Gonna plug real quick my latest one shot tho bc it's a holiday and I can self promo if I want! Shana Tova, moon boys x non jewish!reader where the moon boys share a part of their jewish identity with you!

THANK YOU TO ALL WRITERS FOR YOUR HARD WORK, I APPRICIATE YOU!

If you ever seen my like and not reblog know its just bc I forgot and im sorry. If you ever tagged me in a tag game and i never responded its bc I forgot and again IM SORRY

If I didnt tag anyone and you think i didt think your fic was worthy THATS NOT IT im simply overwhelmed with how much ive read and how this summer was and i just havnt organized it all. Im sorry!!

[caterpills]

10 Questions for Writers

Tagged by the wonderful @firenati0n @alasse9 and @14carrotghoul for this one! ❤️

How many works do you have on AO3? 1 (currently a WIP)

What's your total AO3 word count? 56,853

What fandoms do you write for? RWRB, for now.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, always. Whether it's just a little thank you or an emoji or something, I want people to know how thankful I am? Not only is it super hard to trust someone to finish a WIP who is new to writing in this fandom or at all, but to stick with them? IDK, it means the world to me that people took a chance. I don't know if people realize how often I re-read comments on each chapter, and it really energizes me when I get through the rest. (Also, just kind of floored when people actually get what I was trying to do, and say so in the comments, I have been PERCEIVED.)

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of? I doubt anyone would, but I guess I can never say never.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have not! But I have this really wild idea for one that I think would just be fun to be co-written rather than staying all with me. Gotta finish one WIP first though!

What's your all-time favorite ship? For ao3 - firstprince, because that's what I write there. (But Pynch, my beloveds, you're my favorite RP writing ship.)

What are your writing strengths? UH. I've been told my narrative voice has been really good? Like my writing style really works with people, which is incredibly flattering! I also think that I can write some pretty good internal monologues where people are having some Thinky Thoughts or I'm good at whipping out some banger lines in the middle of something heart-wrenching and emotional. So my sad songs playlist thanks you.

What are your writing weaknesses? I have no weaknesses, I can never be defeated. (but actually: people/places/things descriptions, flirty banter, first drafts, and imposter syndrome.)

First fandom you wrote for? RWRB is the first fandom I wrote fic for! There was a time when some X-Men "fic" made it into a word document, but middle school me was doing from cringey self-inserts. Let's not. (But I do write a lot in forum RP places, so I've always been writing something.)

Open tag to friends who'd like to play! I'm very curious and I also want to come scream about how good your writing is in the comments, ty. I wouldn't be here without all of you being inspiring, tyvm.

[kingofbodyrolls]

Hiii Lissa, just saw your post and first of all, thank you so much for mentioning me in your latest post, it truly means a lot 🥹❤️‍🩹 tbh i don’t usually write reviews for the fics I read but after finishing the "Coming Home" series, I felt I had to because it was so beautifully written and I’ll hold it close to my heart 🥰 Most of the time, I'm a person who read everything in author's/blog m.list; so i will make sure to read your other stories andddd Im actually planning to binge read friendcation too hehe ✌️

Anddd based on your recent post, It sounds like you’re going through a really tough time and I want you to know that it’s completely okay to feel this way. I’ve been there myself many times when doubt sets in and it fades my passion :(( Taking a break to think about your passion and your space is really important, so don't worry <3 also remember that your worth as a writer isn’t measured by likes or comments BUT it’s about the joy and fulfillment you find in the process ✨️ It's your blog, your creations, your emotions, your feelings; don’t ever feel sad or hesitate to take the time you need bcz its also important to prioritize our mental health.

those who appreciate your work and your kindness are still here, cheering you on always ❤️✨️ When you’re ready to share again, I'll be excited to see what you write and will always support you !! I wish i was your friend irl so that i could hug you and tell you many times that it's okay to feel all this emotions 🫂 Since couldn't, I'm sending you virtual hugs 🤗 "Believe in yourself, trust the process and go with the flow, the nature will always guide you" - this is something i always tell to my friends and myself :) Lastly, we dk each other at all but if you ever feel like you need someone to talk, I'll be always here to hear you.. Cheer up and take care of yourself, love youu lissaaa 😘🫂❤️

(pls ignore my grammar mistakes here and there 🫠)

Oh Honey 🥹 Of course! Your review meant so much to me, and it cheered me up so much 🥹 That’s so sweet of you, but you don’t have to read it all if there’s one or more stories you don’t vibe with! But I hope that you enjoy those you decide to read (if not all, there’s a lot lol), and you’re always welcome to write a review or comment, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to (silent readers are also okay) 🫂 Oh, and thank you so much for saying you find my writing beautiful 🥹 Friendcation is a banger! I’m sure you’ll have a lot of fun reading that one 🫶

Wow, that was a really beautiful way of putting it; and you’re right. Honestly, I’ve been struggling with mental health on and off for many years, but this is the first year that I’ve really done something about it by being consistent in going to therapy (quite many times before until I found the right fit), and now I’m also on medication, and it’s helping a lot. I still have a lot of work to do, mentally and emotionally, but I feel like I'm on the right track and I’m getting there. Step by step. I’ll get there. Doesn’t matter how long it takes, but I’ll get there. I know it. I’m sorry to hear you’ve gone through rough times too 🥹🫂 If you wish to talk or anything, my dms are open 🫂 This is honestly one of my biggest passions, and I’d hate to end up not loving it anymore (that has happened to my love of photography, but that’s another different talk lol). Mental health is so important! So if you want to talk, you’re always welcome! I feel like talking helps a lot, and also knowing that there’s people out there who have been through similar stuff or felt the same—knowing you’re not alone 🫂

Thank you 🫂 I’m honestly very surprised by how many who cares—but it really warms my heart and I appreciate it so fucking much 🥹

Oh you’re just so sweet!!!! Thank you for the hugs!! 🫂 Virtual hugs are also good 🥹 I wish I could hug all of you irl too!!!

That is such a good, sweet and inspirational quote and it really resonates with me, it’s very beautiful 🥹 Thank you so much! I’ll take that to heart, believe, trust and let nature guide me ✨

Thank you so much Honey 🫂 The same goes for you, even though I don’t know you—you seem very sweet, lovely and nice, and you’re always welcome to my asks or dm 🫂

Love you too and take care too 💜😘

(and what grammar mistakes? I didn’t spot them, but please do ignore mine)

[blessphemy]

fanfic friday*: found media

*it's probably not friday

Going to bring rec lists back into Fashion!! Today's theme is: in-universe fanworks: aka: publications and materials that you might come across within the universe of The Murderbot Diaries.

^ This is a neocities website that reads like a sponsored infoarticle for different SecUnit brands. Resist your knee-jerk urge to close out the popup advertisement and enjoy it, it's part of the experience. It's a riot. You can also go here for the simplified version posted to AO3. Save it in your AO3 bookmarks and give the website creator their due accolades! Kudos and comment etc. If you want.

^ This one is an article by a Corporate Rim media critic who watched Dr. Bharadwaj's documentary about bot and construct rights. Reads in a painfully plausible way. The classic conundrum of: "Well why should I worry about the problems others face? Do they really have it as bad as the rest of us?"

^ The author apotropiacsymbol is a great writer with a distinct je ne sais quoi style and a knack for eerie worldbuilding that closes in around you. You should check out all their works tbh, their way with words is mesmerizing. This one is presented as an academic presentation about mysterious found data. Read between the lines of this fic to figure out what has been going on... Though the author also explains a bit in the comment section.

^ In the style of an academic article about the little-appreciated effects and casualties of the robot revolution in hindsight. Complete with Headers and Sources Cited.

^ Last but absolutely not least, this work was developed for pod-together, and comes with a full podfic with sound effects. It goes hard in the metatextuality of the Murderbot series and fandom. It's an absolute banger and I love it a lot. It envisions a future where there are constructs and bots who are created free.

The sound-artist/creator of the work is a Preservation-born SecUnit who was made without a governor module. It must find its way in the world and navigate the weight of the recent past — all the struggles for construct self-determination and the long shadows of those that came before it: Murderbot, Three, and a certain ComfortUnit...

This is a story about machine intelligences struggling to establish themselves in a human world, about how we can't possibly shake off the traumas that built our world, and about how to carry forth a legacy and heal wounds that you inherit, inherent to your creation. And it's so good. Also there's a whole very serious bit about a fart.