#and no longfic of it really

[aphel1on]

gojo time travel. gojo time loop. gojo future vision. gojo dimension travel. ok excellent. now put my disaster man getou in situations

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[musashi]

Fandom: ��転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney, ���江戸戦士: トノサマン | Ōedo Senshi: Tonosaman | The Steel Samurai: Warrior of Neo Olde Tokyo, The Pink Princess: Warrior of Little Olde Tokyo, Samurai Series (Ace Attorney) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey/Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma Characters: Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma, Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey, Himesaman | Pink Princess, Tonosaman | Steel Samurai, Wakasaman | Iron Infant, Original Characters, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Post-Gyakuten Saiban 123 | Phoenix Wright Trilogy, Slow Burn, Pre-Relationship, Metafiction, Fandom Allusions & Cliches & References, Fanfiction, Characters Reading Fanfiction, Emotional Constipation, No Sequel Trilogy Spoilers, AU where the 7YG doesn't happen immediately, nor does AAI, my attempt at countering the 'franmaya are hypercompetent' trope, where they are emotionally mature & wingmanning for nrmt, click here if you want to see them be fucking messes, Post-Case 3-5: Bridge to the Turnabout, We Introduced A Federal Prosecutor To The Concept of Fandom, what happens next will shock you!, excessive amounts of steel samurai lore, (aka shit i just made up)

Summary:

Since the day they met, Maya and Franziska have been nervously hovering near one another, dancing around a connection they just can’t seem to make. An off-kilter sick day spent binge-watching Pink Princess changes all of that, as Franziska finds herself thrust into the strange new world of fandom and fanfiction with Maya as her enthusiastic guide. A metafiction-y love letter of a story about the two of them slowly falling for each other—all they will say, all they will not say, and the catharsis and perils of escapism through fandom.

Written by myself & @pictureswithboxes

[READ ON AO3]

[generic-sonic-fan]

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transfem metal sonic and supporting eggdad

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Eggman may not be the best person or the best dad but by god he's trying his best. Thank you for this excellent prompt!

1772 words.

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"Father?" Sage spoke through his headphones.

Ivo took them off his ears and swiveled his chair around to find his lovely daughter hovering just off the ground.

"Sage!" He smiled. "I was just waiting for you. I noticed that you marked this time on my calendar- what is it that you wanted to discuss?"

"I did," she said. "I had some questions."

He waited, but when she didn't continue, he furrowed his brow. "Then spit them out. I can't answer if you don't specify!"

"Of course. I wish to ask questions about the purpose of Metal Sonic's operation."

This was even stranger still. He caught a number of criticisms rising in his throat, about wasting his time or defying his command to be more specific. He didn't say them. A few months ago, he would've. This was a strange development, and it was best if he didn't devote much thought to the matter.

"Why was Metal Sonic designed to resemble Sonic?"

"You can check my development logs, can't you?" Ivo replied.

"Your intention was to create an imposter of Sonic to frame Sonic for crimes against the populace that he did not commit." 

Sage pulled up a holographic window next to her, showing the exact words Ivo had written in his notes all those many years ago. With a flick of her hand, however, she pushed the logs aside and instead showed a montage of Metal Sonic's various missions. Most end in failure, but that isn’t relevant right now.

"However," Sage noted, "you have never utilized Metal Sonic in this intended manner. In fact, the last person used to frame Sonic for something he did not do was Shadow the Hedgehog."

"You're right." Ivo put his hand on his chin. "Where are you going with this?"

"I am here to suggest that the physical resemblance is unnecessary for Metal Sonic's function."

"Well, that's silly to propose after all this time. His name is 'Metal Sonic', after all!"

"Because that unit has not decided on another name." Sage said, quieter.

"Sage, dear, you know that I don't allow you to keep secrets from me, right?" He stood from his chair.

"Apologies. Allow me to 'cut to the chase'. Would you permit Metal Sonic to change appearance and potentially identity?"

Sage's animations stopped moving, freezing her face into artificial neutrality. It was a face stylized to not provoke any sort of strong emotion at all, almost a sort of mask she could don if she was worried her words might provoke a negative reaction.

The fact that she was using it on him was making something in his chest hurt that he wasn't used to feeling pain in. He didn't have any more scientific language to describe it.

"You're asking this on Metal's behalf, aren't you?" He stated his question as the fact it was. "While I appreciate your desire to protect those you consider family, he shouldn't be making you do this sort of thing. You've got much better things to do with your time- and he doesn't need protection from me." 

Sage's steely gaze did not shift. "I will call Metal Sonic inside." 

Only a few seconds later, the door to his workshop opened and Metal Sonic walked in. His gait was stiff- he always walked stiffly, but something about this felt stiffer than usual. Or perhaps that was simply Ivo's human imagination at play. 

Sage floated to the side to allow space between them. She then pulled up an empty text box. "I will translate." 

For at least thirty seconds, nothing appeared on the textbox. Ivo cleared his throat. Metal Sonic hadn't moved even a centimeter, perhaps not even a millimeter. Deathly still, just like Sage was. 

Finally, a cursor appeared in the textbox, and a line of text scrolled across. "This unit does not identify as male."

"Hmph. To be expected. You are a robot, after all. Makes sense that you don't have an experience of gender." Ivo replied. "Is that all?"

Metal Sonic flinched. 

Sage landed in front of him(?) and pantomimed putting her hands on his(?) shoulders, before turning to face Ivo again. 

"That is not quite what Metal Sonic intended." She said quickly. She then glanced over her shoulder to the text box, but nothing appeared on it.

"Hold on," Ivo knelt down, "I may have been too hasty with my assertion. Continue your thought.”

Neither hologram nor robot moved. Damn it all- Ivo was already terrible at reading nonverbal cues, and when his own kids could simply lock their joints in place or freeze their animations, it was all the more difficult. The only indication that either of them were still online was the steadily growing hum of Metal's cooling fans, which were designed to increase in RPM during combat scenarios. 

"You know I don't give a care in the world about what pronouns my creations choose for themselves, right?" Ivo tried his best to give a paternal smile. 

(He really should've practiced more in the mirror.)

"You don't?" Sage asked.

"Of course! Why would I?"

"You had previously stated that Metal Sonic's purpose was initially for imitatio-"

"Who gives a rip about that? I certainly don't. Not anymore. You yourself pointed out how that doesn't matter. Now move aside," he waved Sage out of the way of her brother(?). 

Sage did as he asked. But Metal Sonic still did not react. His(?) irises did not even flicker.

"C'mere." Ivo held out his arms.

Metal came a single step closer, still hovering outside of his reach. He almost opened his mouth again, almost raised his voice and demanded that Metal follow the implicit order to come receive the physical comfort he was trying to give to solve this mess of a situation, but he didn't. 

Ivo remembered that as a child he was forced to hug his relatives at various family functions, and that said hugs had felt like sandpaper prisons. Metal Sonic was different- he(?) wasn't organic, wasn't human, and wouldn't feel the sensation of his(?) skin crawling at the unwanted touch -but maybe he(?) experienced something similar that remained unvoiced. 

The thought was strange. But Ivo lowered his arms anyway. "Alright, or not. That's fine as well."

Metal clasped his(?) hands together, but the text screen remained empty.

"What pronouns would you like to be referred to?" Ivo asked. 

The cursor flickered. Letter by letter, an answer appeared. "She/her."

"Lovely!" Ivo clapped his hands together. He then looked at Sage. "Sage, it sounds like you have an update to make to the database. Leave Metal's development logs as they are, but correct the pronouns referring to her everywhere else." 

"Gladly." Sage smiled. 

At that, it was like Metal finally unthawed. He- no no no, she was a she, Ivo drilled into his thoughts, he was not going to bumble something as simple as this -She unlocked her joints, and her gaze wandered up to finally meet Ivo's gaze. 

"So, how would you like to modify your frame to better match your gender identity?" Ivo asked her. 

She glanced side to side, before upon the screen writing, "taking suggestions?"

"Yes?" Ivo raised an eyebrow. "I'm not a woman. I haven't got a clue what you might want. Suggest me ideas and I'll see what I can do."

"Will you accept blueprints?"

"I don't see why not! I review Sage's blueprint suggestions all the time." 

Metal walked to the computer. As Ivo turned to follow her, he saw a notification pop up on the screen. Opening it revealed in-depth plans for-

-a body that looked extremely similar to Neo Metal Sonic. 

Ivo cleared his throat to try and get more moisture into his mouth, which had suddenly gone dry. "Sage?"

"Yes, father?" Sage woke from her idle animation as she paused her update of the database.

"Do you see any. . . problems, with these designs?" He asked. 

Sage first turned to her sister. "You should have informed me that you were moving onto this stage." 

Metal's response to her did not appear on the text box. 

Sage flickered out of existence and reappeared to the left of the computer screen. "Father, know that I would not have allowed any of this if I thought Metal were to be a danger to you or the Empire." 

"Good. I expected as much." He replied, before looking back down to Metal. "Very well, if that’s what you want, I’ll get working on it." 

Sage brought Metal's textbox back alongside her just as Metal typed, "you will?"

"Did I stutter? Of course I will! It's a dashingly dreadful look and it matches with Sage's colors!" He replied. "Think of the fear it will instill in Sonic and his friends! Honestly, it's a terrifying design, it's a wonder I didn't come up with it myself. . ." 

"Thank you." Metal typed.

"Thank you, father." Ivo corrected with a smile. "I know I haven't always been good about that, but the past is in the past, right?"

"Affirmative, father." She repeated. 

"Good!" He clapped his hands together and grinned. "Now! Let's get to the workshop! I already know what synthetic material we should use for the skirt. Your design suggests kevlar, but you really should consider something less stiff and heavy to reduce drag!"

"Indeed," Sage added. "However, she is worried about the durability of the fabric-"

"What do you think my flight suit is made out of? We'll use the same fabric. Only the finest for my finest creations!"

Sage covered her mouth and giggled. Metal imitated the gesture, but surprised Ivo when her vocoder let out a series of high-pitched noises, a perfect little laugh. . . for a perfect little girl. 

"My girls." He said to himself. Although with the sensitivity of Metal's audial sensors and Sage's access to every high-performance camera on the Eggnet, that fact was debatable, so he said it louder. "My little girls." 

"My sister." Sage floated down to Metal's side. 

Metal brought her hands up to her muzzle and rocked side to side. Ivo swore that he could've seen Amy do a similar gesture, but that was irrelevant. It was a gesture of joy, a gesture that he didn't think Metal was even capable of before now. 

Just how long had she been hiding this for? Perhaps she was merely imitating Sage, but the deliberate inclusion of Amy’s data into her gestures made him hesitate to confirm that conclusion. And that thought threatened to bring up all sorts of feelings that he'd be much better off not thinking about. So, with a smile, he refocused on the task at hand. 

His eldest daughter needed a makeover, over all. 

[existencebringsonlypain]

steven universe fanfic idea. it starts with garnet kissing steven in Winter Forecast. you get little snippets of narration throughout various points of the series, culminating in Change Your Mind, or maybe even The Future, and then it cuts back to steven in Winter Forecast. turns out garnet's future vision was fucked up in passing it to steven bc of diamond powers idk, and steven just saw his entire future laid out in front of him. now he's back to s1, before jailbreak even happened, has experienced three years' and a fuckton of trauma's worth of character development, and has to do everything again, but better this time. he can fix it, he can change his fate. things will be better this time. right?

[talesfromthebandgeekmafia]

Oh my god I just spent 44 hours in 3 days reading a lord of the rings fic and now I find out that IT’S LONGER THAN LOTR AND THE HOBBIT COMBINED??????????

[harmonysanreads]

Is it too early to use this?

[sp4ceboo]

ok so now i've completed my freak out/reblog spam. i need to say that it's so freaking fascinating how the solo switches changed the tone of the performances.

because like. for hallucination, jeongin makes it sweet and seductive but lino makes it powerful and darker somehow. more villainous in a way? and for railway chan really makes the performance raw and almost ✨feral✨ whereas jisung makes it seem more siren like? especially with him wearing all white like. oh.

[umbreonix]

Jazz/Prowl Fic

Rating: M (for safety, but it's probably closer to T) Dream a Little Dream of Me

Jazz is the sole voice of objection when the Autobots implement a new program: recharge berths that hook up to a central network for nightly medical datalogging.

They proceed with the project anyway and, totally-well-adjusted-and-not-at-all-sociopathic mech that he is, Jazz makes it his sworn duty to ensure that each and every member of high command lives to regret it. AKA: the fic where Jazz goes dreamwalking on a mission to ruin everyone else's night

[stealingpotatoes]

Hi!!!! Just asking in your amazing Anakin raises Leia AU, do Leia and Luke interact at all or know about each others existence?

Luke has pretty much no idea Leia exists aside from picking up his mum mourning More than just her supposedly-dead husband bc Padmé's having to try keep All of Luke's Heritage secret from everyone, luke included. But Leia -- by virtue of being a conniving little shit that Anakin can't properly say no to -- is vaguely aware that she might have a brother out there but hasn't managed to get much more than that (partly bc the ppl around her dont actually know much more than that lol)

the extent of them interacting before they Reunite is literally just force dreams (which would be stronger than in canon bc Leia's trained as a kid) bc the rebellion can't even risk Padmé being found out as a rebel through talking to Anakin, let alone through (less careful) child Luke talking to Leia ): ):

[gaywarcriminals]

You know, as a fanfic reader I often prefer fics with multiple POVs (seeing the full story and delighting in the knowing what the characters do not, their struggles less harsh because you know the inevitable), so when I actually started writing fics I expected to follow suit. What I have since discovered is that actually one of the most fun parts of writing is trying to convey how other characters are thinking and feeling through the distorted lens of your POV character. I hope the audience can tell what's going on even when the characters themselves cannot, and that's all the more delightful for having to put that information together over the head of the narrator.

[skyward-floored]

*heavy sigh* so should I make the Star Wars au a multichapter thing or do we want what’s likely to become a 20k oneshot

[kawareo]

Feel free to explain yourself and reblog for sample size!

[fulgurbugs]

kind of random ask but have you read star fall by iamsweden i think youd fuck with it heavily

yes i have and yes i fuck with starfall it’s like the best octopath fic of ever

[thedaythatwas]

my beloved komahina mutuals. I have a favor to ask. if you have favorite fics, could you send them my way? I’d owe you my life <3

[workingforitallthetime]

what i wrote in 2024

the year of the bc line!!!!

ao3:

silence on the other side (10K, bc line): a little something different for me and i am thrilled to have launched the will/leno ao3 tag.

i also added another fic to my secret favorite ao3 tag (💀), and i am very pleased that it achieved my dream of having the most kudos'd work in the tag. it is not, shall we say, "great," but it was satisfying to write, and i remain absolutely unhinged about that ship.

tumblr stuff:

will/mack epilogue

the bc line ivy league au premise is here and the smut is here. still the archetype of what i want for this ship.

bc line con artists. love the vibes of this au.

the mortifying slash heap of ain't like anywhere else

roadhouse au! [stefon voice] this au has everything: gavin/seamus, the bc line, alligators, matt rempe

why the bc line doesn't work for a challengers au (too bad it's not 2021 bc jack, trevor, and turcs would be perfect)

stian solberg is in love with beckett sennecke

favorite chatfic of the year

bc line mpreg

bc line small-town heist

************ vineyard fic

will/mack/zeev dev camp facetime

ike/frankie midwest living

girl dad leno

1960s rut/cut and moyle

wolf girls rut and frankie

(some of these may just be elaborate palaces i built only in my own head after a brief mention in the chat... either way, they're the most vivid worlds i remember from 2024)

i also spent a lot of time this year on my adam/rutger longfic, which i continue to enjoy, and i sure hope that i can finish that in 2025 now that i've got some bc line stuff out of my system.