#bandersnatch fic

[theredofoctober]

Alice from my AIE series whenever Heisenberg says something particularly depraved or annoying

[atwistedride]

Update~

Chapter 25 is out~

Have fun or something

[camouflagedlove]

the urge to make a quarry fic that is also choose your own story or whatever and have different paths and links

[miotalee]

The First Time Forever

“We’ve met before.”

“No. I would remember that. Trust me,” a blatant lie.

“No. We’ve met before. I told you I’d see you around and I was right, wasn’t I?”

Thakur looked quickly back and forth between Stefan and Colin. He seemed dumbfounded.

“Wait. So… You actually remember??” Stefan seemed surprised.

“YES! Yes,” thank god. There was hope yet.

“You remember about my dad and…”

“Jumping? Being stabbed by you? That and everything else in between.”

Stefan stepped closer.

Colin stood up.

Stefan’s eyes were sparkling, filling up with moisture.

Colin instinctively wrapped his arms around Stefan before the inertia hit him.

Stefan grabbed on to Colin’s shirt, stabilising himself while pushing his face into his shirt.

Colin inhaled the familiar, somehow nostalgic smell of Stefan’s hair.

A quiet “Uhm?” escaped from Thakur.

“I thought I’d be alone in this forever,” Colin admitted.

Stefan looked up at him, smiling a crooked toothed smile. A smile that he’d come to love. A smile that somehow always made him mad with lust.

He kissed him, then and there. Fuck modesty. This wasn’t the middle ages and even if someone wanted to stone them to death, they’d always come back here. Meeting for the first time. The first time forever.

Stefan kissed him back, hungrily. All uncertainty of the moment was gone.

“Oooh-kaayyy… You’ve... Err, I see you know each other then…” Thakur blinked maybe a hundred times, clearly confused. He backed off looking around the office as if to ask, ‘are you all seeing this?’

Colin lifted Stefan up, spinning around and sitting him down on his desk. Fuck. This was new, this was hot.

“Here?” Stefan asked, biting his lips.

“It’s not like they’re going to remember” Colin tried to suppress his smile.

“Good point,” Stefan said and immediately sprung to action, kissing Colin’s neck and undoing his belt.

“Oi, get a room!” someone yelled across a booth.

“Piss off!” Colin yelled back and pointedly kissed Stefan, using a ludicrous amount of tongue.

“So far, I really fucking love this timeline,” Stefan wheezed.

Me too, Stefan. Me too.

[el-moleskine-de-kusubana]

Bodas blancas

[Labyrinth ⤮ Alice in Wonderland ⤮ Merlin] Usar magia. Sencillo. Controlar un reino. Sencillo. Resolver crisis… medianamente difícil. ¿Matrimonio? Imposible.

✿Género: Aventura, Romance (?), Crossover

✿Personajes: Jareth The Goblin King, Mirana of Marmoreal, Queen Mab

✿Tipo: canon MUY divergente

✿Estado: En progreso

✿¿De qué va? Es un tipo de romance entre la Reina Blanca, Mirana De Marmórea y el Rey de los goblins, que se mezcla con una aventura épica para Jareth, en la que tendrá que ganarse el derecho a seguir llamándose Rey. La idea era abordar también la parte de que la reina blanca no es en absoluto tan dulce y bondadosa como quiere pretender, ni Jareth tan indiferente y egoísta. Sin embargo, la película de Alicia a través del espejo ya tocó ese tema (con la reina blanca) y las cosas cambiaron un poco. La cosa avanza, pero sin tocar esa línea de la película. Cosa curiosa es que, con la segunda parte de Encantada, dependiendo de cómo vaya podría adaptar algunas cosas o también negarla.

✿En FanfictionNet

✿En Wattpad

✿En Ao3

✿En portada Ilustración por Cintia Sand. Tipografías: Van den Velde Script.

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Hello! Goodbye! And welcome to-

From the popular indie show “the amazing digital circus” crossing with the classics from Lewis Carroll “Alice Adventures in Wonderland”

Pomni after chasing a white clown, falls into an old computer that transports her into a digital realm of wacky nonsense and comedic irony. Meeting characters of all sorts, always finding herself in a new situation that’ll leave her second guessing if up is left and right is backwards.

Cast lineup & character bios

(Main cast only ‘for now’)

Come join Wonderland! (Bio card template)

Questions and boundaries

1.Can I ship any characters?: Boyo, go crazy! As long you’re safe and respectful, then set sail.

2. Are any of the characters (besides Pomni) human?: All the characters are ai, even the main cast from the series. But headcannon away cause if it keeps you guessing, then it’s alright.

3. Can I make nsfw art?: YES! Please send them to me by @ me. Please be careful and respectful and don’t go too far in the phalic side. Stay safe ;3

4. May I make fanart/fics/collabs/animations/ect?: I think you can answer that :D

5. Why is a raven like a writing desk?: I haven’t the slightest idea!

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Comics: in a episodic order

Through the looking screen

She forgot how food works

The garden of gloinks

Taking advice from a Mix-a-pillar

Taking directions from a rabbit pt1. Pt2.

Mustard?

Comedy and tragedy

NOTHING? WHATEVER?

Bound in madness Tim burton

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Doodles

the first digital wonderland content

Kinger as the dodo and Pomni

Can you stand on your head?

zooble and kaufmo doodle

Spark of inspiration for gangle

sun and moon doodledum

of stones and stars!

does C&A mean Gay?

poster in progress say hi to Dave for me ;3

oysters in progress?

The red head got people red ;D

The red means they’re in love

Crossover? In wonderland?

SHE DID WHAT?!

Queenie and Kinger’s old designs

The rabbit has stolen a bow tie

A book page bio

old bio design

older bio design

Showtime

Pomni borger

Loolilau as the duchess

Zombni and Wonderland Pomni are besties @etanow

Abstract Bandersnatch?

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Paintings

Fallen down the Digital rabbit hole

Official poster: outdated

We’ll meet in the palace of dreams

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EXPLORE WONDERLAND!

-The mad Tea Party

[marinerainbow]

Ok but can we talk about how Wheezy and Stupid's roles fit them SOOO well? (Knowing myself, I would have conveniently forgot that the caterpillar smokes and try to make him the doormouse or something).

Also- please- I need a visual of Doormouse!Smartass climbing Tweedle!Stupid to reach the jam. You must understand, this is a necessity XD

Toon Patrol in Wonderland

Greasy: The Cheshire Cat

Oh the bandersnatch did that to you did he?~ Then you've run into exactly the right person~ I am uniquely qualified to assist you, hermosa~ Just one kiss, my love, thats all it takes~

Psycho: The Bandersnatch

"Guess this makes us even?" *Nudges food over with his nose* Eat.

Smartass: The Door Mouse

No, I don't need your help, get the hell outta my face- I got this. *proceeds to climb a wobbly shelf, Stupid, and a couple books in order to reach the jam*

Stupid: Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Dum

Someone: *Asks Stupid a simple question* Smartass: No no no- Stupid: Weeell... you could do it this way, or this was contrary-wise, or another way but its not as good, or a secondnother way, or-

Wheezy: The Caterpillar

Alice??... look lets just cut t' the chase. You gotta slay a jabberwocky to fit the position- you in? No? Great, di'n't think so, now you're cuttin into my smoke break s' get outta here. // Or, alternatively: Oy, yeah you Blondie, gimmie a hand the hell off this fucken toadstool-

[salford-blues]

Dressed to impress

A/n: I am so not ready to go back to Uni. So fics might slow down a bit because this semester might take a toll on me haha.

Pairing: F1 grid x driver!reader Summary: Y/N shows off her little family to the world, in which they're all dressed to impress. Well most of them are <33 Warnings: like a swear word

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My new account for my little companions! Just a fun little account for my many pets.

Left - Thackery (12), Middle - Cosmic Creepers (8), Right - Oogie Boogie (8)

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alex_albon booooooo!! Just trying to copy now 👎

> yourusername i cant just let their cuteness go to waste

>> alex_albon you know what... fairs. Cossie is very cute

User.1 eeeeeee soso cute

User.2 Thackery doesn't look very happy

> yourusername that because Alex didn't bring is favourite treat...

>> alex_albon heeyy i forgot!! Tell him I'm sorry. pleassee

>>> yourusername he said he'll forgive if you bring him some next time!

>>>> alex_albon deal!!

landonorris do NOT let Cosmic Creepers fool you. He may be cute, but he's possessed. I'm telling you

> oscarpiastri dramatic, and for what?

@l/nandcompany and @yourusername

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Omg, I've never looked so good...

Left - Kismet (9), Middle - Itchy (3), Right - Knuckles (1)

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User.3 how do you come up with these names???

> yourusername most of them are named after characters!!!

charles_leclerc hahaha... veryyy funny caption

> yourusername knew you'd like it

User.4 how many pets do you have?

> yourusername faaarr too many.

User.5 surely this is animal abuse...

User.6 Why does she have a hedgehog?? I thought they were illegal in some states

> yourusername 1. I rescued him and 2. not everyone lives in the states babes <33 but thanks for the concern

@l/nandcompany and @yourusername

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Having a fursome time. Managed to snag a pic before Diablo fought the camera. 🐾

Left - Diablo (3), Middle - Meeko (2), Right - Prometheus (5)

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User.6 Diablo looks very cool.

> yourusername Diablo likes to tell people to 'fuck off'... wonder were he got that from

>> yourusername looking at you @liamlawson30 👀👀

>>> liamlawson30 don't know what you're on about 😤

>>>> yourusername sure you don't. Just like you don't remember teaching him to attack people when they're smacking their lips.

>>>>> User.12 that is a very valid reason to attack someone

logansargeant look how sophisticated Meeko looks

> yourusername oh wow, that's a big word coming from you

>> logansargeant i try to be nice and this is what i get in return...

>>> oscarpiastri yh but you're american. it's why you get bullied

roscoelovescoco whens cans I's comes round agains?

> yourusername soon Roscoe!! Prometheus and Itchy miss you

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We wish you a merry christmas and aaaaa happpyyyy newwwww yeaaarrrr 🎄🎄🎄

Left - Ankyl (6), Middle - Bandersnatch (2), Right - Scorchito (2)

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User.7 why are all these animals so cuuutteeee

User.8 cuteness overload... think I'm gonna die

User.9 Ankyl isn't very christmassy

> yourusername I couldn't find his christmas picture, so I had to put his halloween one up instead

porschef1 hmmm meet and greet when??

*yourusername liked comment*

User.10 do any of them have a favourite person/driver? do any of the hate one of the drivers?

> yourusername yes and yes!! some examples: all of the cats HATE Lando, but Itchy loves him. The cats like Oscar, Alex, Liam, George etc. The ferrets are fond of Fred Vesti and Charles. The bird likes noone... he will attack at any point. ESPECIALLY when you're singing. He's a very naughty boy and we can blame Liam for that.

>> User.11 Liam and Lando catching strays left, right and centre.

maxfewtrell Lando looks like he might cry. Keep talking

> yourusername well I'll send Itchy his way. That'll cheer him up

>> landonorris thanks gonna keep him now

>>> yourusername right... grounded for 3 months.

>>>> landonorris 3 MONTHS???? WHY???

>>>>> yourusername cause the cats told me to

>>>>>> landonorris this is bullying!!

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User.13 awweee he's so fluffy!!

oscarpiastri I want to be the first one to meet him

> mickschumacher too late...

>> oscarpiastri I SAW THAT

>>> oscarpiastri NNOOOOOO

User.14 wait Mick was the first to meet him? Awweee

> logansargeant NO not 'awweee'. Why was Mick the first one Birdie?? Why not me? Why not Oscar? Do you not love us?

>> yourusername why so dramatic? Can we appreciate Koda's cuteness instead ta

mickschumacher so cute!! Can't wait to meet him 💙💛

> logansargeant you can't sweet talk your way out of this Mick

>> oscarpiastri LIAARRR... count your days Mick

>>> yourusername stop threatening the poor boy or else you can join Lando

>>>> oscarpiastri no please I'll be nice. Promise 🙏

[theredofoctober]

The last EVER chapter of Bandersnatch has just released ❤️ it's been an honour, but I'm now working on other fics

[coincasual]

uhhhhhhh thinking SO MUCH about pixie hollow and about the wand faeries and what if faybelle is a wand fairy and what if there’s yet another fic involving faybelle going to never land bc u KNOW it exists bc they’ve mentioned never land before and isn’t one of the backgrounders in eah is a peter pan look a like and like what if because the neverbeast SO DOES LOOK LIKE A BANDERSNATCH

[camouflagedlove]

trying to code a choose your own adventure and I'm beginning to understand the main character from Bandersnatch

(hyperbole dw I won't do what he did)

[basilone]

Hi Killy! If it sparks joy, could I request either "a shortwave radio, takeout containers mess tins, and a bare lightbulb" for Lottie & Gale or "bitten lips, army fatigues, and coca-cola" or "slept-in braids, a lamplit office, and an explosion" for Tati & Ron please? Thank you! 💕

Hiii! 💙 I am sticking the Lottie & Gale prompt into my pocket for a later day, as I love it dearly. Thank you for sending these! I immediately had visions for the Tati & Ron prompts you gave me here, haha, and they most definitely sparked joy. As I think they would wind up in the land of fic spoilers if I wrote these into their canon setting, I took the liberty of putting them in an AU instead. And, yes, I incorporated all of these prompts into one piece. 😉 This is what I commonly refer to as the 80s AU that's got Ron and Tatiana living next door to each other as teenagers, not really vibing with each other at first because he's an angsty goth-y horror aficionado and she's a happy-go-lucky glitter-obsessed cheerleader. They band together when their town's accosted by monsters (think a little Stranger Things vibes!) and proceed to, I don't know, save the world a little. In their own way.

the birthday bandersnatch

“You didn’t have to come,” he says, once they’re a couple of blocks away from their street.

The bubble of her gum pops as a first response. He knows she’s glaring at him from beneath her fringe, which stupidly stands up a little on one end because she didn’t bother combing it. Her fingers drum a small pattern on the door rest. It’s not a beat he recognizes, but he supposes their music tastes don’t exactly align on the best of days.

“You lifted car ban,” she replies, as though he ever had any hopes of upholding that ban for longer than a day. “And I think you are going to get very brutally murdered like extras”– she’s all quotation marks with her fingers and he has to push her arm out of his face just to be able to see the road at this time of night –“in your stupid horror movies if you go alone. So I come.”

Ron raises an eyebrow. “You think your presence is going to prevent my brutal demise?”

“Yes, of course.” Her new handwave is imperious, as though he is stupid for even having asked this question at all. “I saved you from poddies and big monster in mall, yes? So I can do saving Ronald thing again, is not hard for me. And I pinky-promise I will not sing Girls Just Want To Have Fun in your car ever in my life again unless you beg me to, honest.”

He chances a glance at her then. She’s turned toward him in the passenger seat, all big eyes set in what she calls her honest face, and Ron can’t help but snort in disgust as she actually has the audacity to hold out her pinky finger in promise.

“Jesus Christ, Pet,” he sighs, fleetingly taking his hand off the wheel to wrap his own finger around hers as briefly as humanly possible, “stop making dumb promises you know full well you’re gonna break the second that song comes on the radio.”

“Bah, you are not even letting me have radio on right now,” she sulks, sinking a little further into her seat and popping her gum again. “I cannot break promise. And pinky-promises are very important, yes? Your Ameeeerican movies say so.”

“They’re your movies too.”

“Is different culture, Ronald. I try to, what is word…”

He shakes his head as her hands begin to rapidly form different shapes in search of the word she’s looking for. Petrova’s gestures are like this in English class, too, sometimes hitting his shoulder if her word search is bigger than she can contain, and he knows any interjections are just going to annoy her.

“Blend in?” he offers, to her tsk-ing noise beside him. “Fit in? Become less annoying? Stop being so Russian?”

“A-s-s-i-m-something!” she exclaims, as though she hasn’t even listened to a word he said, sounding for all the world like a mad scientist who’s just rediscovered the formula for building Frankenstein. “That is word!”

Ron fights the urge to thunk his head onto his steering wheel while he’s still driving. “Assimilate. Do not make me spell it,” he warns, used as he is to her demands that he spell every difficult word she doesn’t really know for her. “And stop commenting on the lack of radio. It’s the middle of the fucking night, Pet, and unless you want that whole goddamn government facility to instantly know that we’re breaking in…”

“Do not swear at me, Ronald, it’s fucking annoying,” she retorts, sniffing loudly and folding her arms. “Do you even know how to break in? Leeeeettle mister juvenile d-i-l-i-n-q-u-e-n-t?”

“It’s d-e-linquent, not d-i!” His fingers drum a new pattern on the steering wheel. He tries not to glance at her again. Why the fuck did she have to come? He glares at her anyway, now that they’re on a boring stretch of road just on the outskirts of town. “And I have a plan, okay?”

“Great. You have plan. What did you call it, how to get murdered within ten seconds?”

“It’s not too late to kick you out of my car.”

“It’s not too late for you to turn car around and go back to bed instead of doing stupid bullshit in middle of night, but here we are in creepy part of town just waiting for more monsters…” Petrova’s sigh is audible. Her glances out of the window are becoming more frequent now, as though she expects something to be lurking in the shadows of the few buildings that are still here. “You are very lucky I woke up when I did, Ronald,” she says, as though she really is God’s gift to him at this hour when he’s already confronted with her plenty during the day. “You make much noises when you sneak out of house, did you know that?”

“Many noises,” he corrects idly. “It’s not my fault the basement window creaks,” he huffs, then, “and very much not my fault that you were sitting there with your window open doing whatever it is that you do when you are not talking my goddamn ear off.”

“I was practicing my writing because I could not fall back asleep fast.”

Ron sighs. It’s sometimes hard to keep arguing with Petrova when she says something disarmingly honest like that. He knows she’s been getting shit from teachers over her writing, which is sometimes more illegible than a doctor’s note. Knows she tries very hard – tongue poking out from between her teeth, hair carefully braided back so it doesn’t fall onto the pages – to fix the issue, although she famously got detention for telling their geography teacher to give her break for being smart enough to know his subject in two languages instead of one.

“How’s that going?” he asks, softening his voice just enough so she knows he’s not picking a fight with her over that.

Her hand gesture is a wobbling motion. “I think I improve. But is hard, eh?”

“Sure,” he agrees, to a brightly glittering smile from her. “I think Russian looks hard, too.”

“Pfftt, Russian not so bad,” she laughs, all throaty amusement. “My handwriting beautiful in Russian. Not so much in English. But I cannot be perfect, eh?”

“You most certainly are not.”

“You really know how to make girl feel very special,” snorts Petrova irreverently, leaning forward and peering through his windshield intently at the same time. “Ronald, I think you need to get rid of headlights. Is almost here.”

“You mean kill headlights,” he corrects, but does as she says for just this once. He knows the facility is just around the next bend, rooftop already rising above the copse of trees. “Look, Pet, the plan is that we go in and try to find… I don’t know. Papers. Pictures. Proof of whatever the shit it is we saw in the mall the other day, all right?”

“You think Ameeeeerican government is responsible for monsters?”

“Just narrowing it down,” he shrugs, driving at a slower pace now. “This place is bizarre. They built this in just two months. No job listings in the local ads. No big opening.”

“No newspaper articles about it,” she adds. “I go to library to check this, da? Lady at desk was very understanding.”

“You researched this?”

“You did too!” she defends, loudly, jabbing a finger at him. “You check out e-v-e-r-y book about monsters before I can. And lady at desk said someone else my age asks about same newspapers. She thinks it is school project.”

“If it helps at all,” mutters Ron, parking the car and glaring at her balefully now that he doesn’t have to focus on the road anymore, “those monster books turned up nothing about what we saw. Why the hell were you researching it?”

“Because,” says Petrova, slowing her speech as though she is speaking to a particularly dim-witted child, “poddies almost bite you, and I think that would be very not so good. I want to kill them very dead before they bite you, or me, or everyone.” She shrugs. Her lower lip looks bitten, as though she has chewed on it a lot recently. “So I do research. I think maybe I can share with you when I find, eh? We make great team.”

Ron blinks. “We do?”

“Yeeees,” she replies, reaching out and patting his arm for emphasis. “You are fine with murder, too.”

“That does not make a great team!”

“Pff, Ronald, keep your voice down,” she says, swinging the door open. “We are being sneaky, no? We have to be very quiet.”

Ron opens his own door and exits the car. Resists the urge to slam the door shut behind him, especially now that Petrova gently closes her own door. He doesn’t know how on earth she thinks she’s going to be able to keep quiet. In all this time with her, shutting Petrova up – or, hell, even getting her to sit still for longer than a minute – has proven to be a true impossibility.

He thinks that’s why he didn’t tell her about tonight.

It’s got nothing to do with those many-tentacled creatures with their disc-shaped heads that Petrova’s taken to calling poddies as though they’re somehow cuter than their slime would make you suspect. It’s got nothing to do with that bigger, nameless monster they both hadn’t found the words for. And it’s sure as shit got nothing to do with how big her eyes had gotten, worrying over the hit he’d taken to his side before she’d thrown a chair at the damn thing and probably saved his life in the process.

He closes his eyes in silent supplication. “What are you even going to say if we get caught?” he asks, fishing around in the pockets of his army fatigues for his small flashlight. “I thought I could spin it fine on my own, but with you here…”

“Is simple. I tell them my birthday is today and you wanted to surprise me with sightseeing on roof. We were told we can see whole town from here, yes?”

Ron blinks. Stares at Petrova for longer than he strictly should. Takes in the haphazard state of her hair, braided back and obviously already slept in, and her black sweatshirt that is so big on her that it reaches down to her thighs. Her hands are worrying at her sleeves, plucking at their slouchiest parts, as she wobbles from side to side in her rather beaten-up high-tops. He supposes it’s lucky she didn’t wear anything with glitter, even when she looks decidedly nothing like how put-together Tatiana Petrova, captain of the cheer squad, blonde and perfect without trying, is supposed to look.

“Clever, but they’ll check our IDs,” he allows, finally, tearing his gaze away from the few holes in her tights with some difficulty. “They’ll know it’s not your birthday then.”

Petrova raises a brow, looking thoroughly unimpressed. “It is my birthday today,” she refutes. “So if they check ID, they can see. I only make good a-l-i-b-i, Ronald.”

“Your birthday’s on October sixth?”

“Seventh,” she corrects. “It is after midnight. Is also”– she adds, already walking to the fence in the distance, tossing one of her braids back over her shoulder –“why I cannot sleep good. Sasha promised he is going to take me to movies later today, and Kolya saved enough pennies for big all-I-can-eat dinner, and I think I am getting roller skates as present.” Her grin is sudden. Bright. “Is very exciting to be Tatiana today, eh?”

“You can skate to school,” he snorts, tearing his gaze away from her big smile with some difficulty, already imagining her wobbling around on those, “instead of bumming rides off of your friends. Or, worse, me.”

“Bah, Ronald, you drive faster than I skate,” she refutes, clearly not letting him off the hook so easily. “We are not…”

“Not…?”

Her hand finds his arm. Squeezes down hard. “Why is office lit by lamps?”

“What? That’s not supposed to…” He squints up at the building, which looms tall and foreboding beyond the fence. Sees more than one window that has not gone dark the way this part of the building usually is at night. He keeps his voice hushed, though no less irate at her ear. “I fucking checked for a week to be sure that nobody was gonna be here!”

“I believe you,” she breathes, hand still clamped around his arm. Her eyes are wide as saucers, reflecting the palest moonlight. “Look at window closest to us, Ron, please.”

He takes an involuntary step back as soon as he sees it. “We made a mistake.”

“What is it do–oh.” Petrova curses, harsh Russian mingling with English, as he takes another step back and takes her with him. She keeps squinting up at the window. Craning her neck to get a better look. “I do not think… What is that? What are they… No...”

“We have to go!”

“There could be people in the…”

“We’re not armed! We don’t have any guns!” he hisses, wrapping his arm around her waist and hissing into her ear without once taking his eyes off the shapes behind the window. “They’re government. They have guns, Pet, trust me.”

“Because they are American?”

“Yes,” he almost laughs, pleased to hear she is not yet panicking, “because they’re the American government and we’re just kids. So let’s fucking go before…”

The ground shakes beneath them. Thunders and rolls deepest, darkest threat under their feet. The few trees sway, rustling leaves and swinging branches, and the fence rinkles with ill-concealed movement as though someone invisible has just scaled and climbed it.

The shadows seem to press in around them. The DANGER-warnings on the fence, which had seemed like overkill during the daylight hours, suddenly seem to make a whole lot more sense.

“Before explosion,” says Petrova, then, leaning against him completely, pushing him back toward the car with her whole body. She sounds almost eerily calm about it. “I think this is big experiment, no? And I think we are walking on top of it right now.”

“Underground?”

He feels Petrova’s nod more than he sees it, with the very top of her hair tickling against his chin. “I think it is going very wrong.”

“Gee, you think? That fucking monster’s standing in the middle of an office with a bunch of cameras set up around it and the ground is fucking moving and…” Ron exhales a puff of breath as they get close to his car. “Shit. I’ve just – how many earthquakes have you felt, since you moved here?”

“Many.”

“The average American in this state won’t ever feel one, and I’m suddenly very sure we’re not on a fault line,” he says, resisting the urge to hit himself for not seeing it sooner. He releases Petrova’s waist abruptly as soon as her side of the car is open. “Get back in the car. We’ve got research to do.”

“We?”

“I’m not trespassing into that place if I can help it,” he says, once he’s back behind the steering wheel and almost slamming the car into gear. “But I am going to find out what the hell my government thinks it’s doing with a creature that looks like it crawled straight out of a fucking horror movie.”

Petrova’s exhale sounds suddenly shaky above the sound of his car engine. “A-and where do I fit?”

“You’re smart,” he retorts, not caring about the fact that he’s paying her a compliment for once. “You think on your feet. You see shit for what it is, not for what it’s pretending to be. And I… fuck, Tatiana, I can’t do this alone!”

Her reply is instantaneous, though he refuses to look at her now that he’s gone and said her name. “You are not alone, Ronald, you are in car with me,” she comments, matter of fact as always, opening his glove box and rummaging through it as though she owns his car. She mercifully does not comment on him finally calling her Tatiana the way she’s demanded of him since first meeting him. “We can go to library. Ask for map of earthquake lines, no? And we can look into whatever Ignis is.”

“Ignis?”

“It was on fence sign. I see before I see big monster,” She shrugs. “Stupid adventure makes me swallow bubblegum,” she mutters, then, carefully unwrapping a new wad of gum she has somehow unearthed from his glove box. She smiles, popping it into her mouth before holding something else aloft. “This is very cute, where did you get?”

Ron squints at the offending object once he’s taken a sharp turn back toward their neighborhood. “Free keychain,” he says, recognizing the vintage Coca-Cola ad printed on it with some difficulty in the dim light. “Keep it”– he mutters, folding her hand around it and squeezing down a moment to let her know he’s serious –“if you like.”

“I do like. Is very Ameeeeerican, no?”

“Sure is.” Ron sighs. Summons his courage one more time tonight. “Happy birthday, Pet.”

“Ha! You give me birthday present,” she laughs, making his car smell like cherry bubblegum even more. “When is yours? I want to give you leeeettle gift, too.”

“Is fine, you don’t have to.”

“But if I want?”

“I have no idea why you’d want that. It’s in April. We could be dead from a monster invasion by then.”

“Pfah, always such o-p-t-i-m-i-s-m,” she tuts, sounding proud of herself for having spelled that word correctly for once. “When in April, Ronald?”

“It doesn’t matter!”

“Yes it does,” she snorts, propping her feet up on his dashboard before blowing a stray bubble with her gum. It pops loudly in the silence. “Either you tell me, or I make April your birthday month. I will sing for you. I will decorate your car with balloons. I will bake you big cake every week. I will give you one glitter-filled card every day to wish you happy birthday.”

“You would not,” he argues, knowing full well that she would.

“Try me, Ronald.” She sounds very sure of herself. On top of the world, as always, no matter what kind of crazy monsters life throws at her. “I will make sure whole town knows April is your birthday month. Is important, no? You will be eighteen then.”

“It’s on the twentieth. Jesus,” he mutters, “twist my fucking arm.”

Her hum sounds very pleased. “I will put on my calendar.”

Somehow, he doesn’t think he would quite be surprised to see something like Ronald’s birthday! written in all glittery text in an April entry on the calendar she keeps tacked to her wardrobe. Somehow, he thinks that might almost be enough of a wonky lucky charm to see them both still alive by then.

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

WIP Tag Game

Thank you @det395 for the tag!

Rules: post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

Also just heads up like all but 2 of these are explicit/18+ so you've been warned

Hannibal:

Face the Music - Angst fic - hannibal

CUMbersome - Pregnant Hannibal/Will omegaverse

Friends with (Tax) Benefits - Beverly/Will (FWB) + Hannibal/Will

You Say You're Observing, But This, This Is Participation - Antony/Will + Bedelia/Hannibal + Will/Hannibal

Yakimono Omegaverse

Jack Walks In

Post-fall Woundfucking

Hannibal/Will (Nude Sketching/Cock Cage)

Fiction Short Story - Hannigram different 1st meeting (BSHCI)

Teacher Will/Human Furniture Hannibal

Will/Hannibal (Hannibal walks in on Will jerking off based on @stab-of-hunger 's art)

Hannibal Extended Universe

Will/Nigel (Roleplay)

MurderDogs Omegaverse

Sub Duncan/Dom Adam (Phone Sex + Daddy Kink)

Duncan/Exhibitionist Adam

Alpha Duncan/Omega Adam (Rut)

Duncan x Trans Masc Reader (Pampering Duncan)

Merlin

Another Merlin Magic Revealed Fic

Dream Daddy: The Dad Dating Simulator

The Resident Shark and the Bad Beat Dad

Cinderella Phenomenon

The Birthday Tryst - Klaude x Lucette

Now that I've laid my soul bare, I guess I get to tag 20 people, so here goes:

@long-in-the-tooth @the-other-will-graham @its-the-ratdawg @honeygrahambitch @stranded-labyrinth @lectercunt @petrowriting @suchawrathfullamb @sourweather @devereauxsdisease @valentinsylve @louhetar @sailorbowie @mothstardust @ear-motif @willgrahamsbecoming @saint-hannibal @frumious-bandersnatch-ao3 @cannibaltranssexual @bloody-hands-motif and I suppose anyone who wants to do the challenge too!

I'll be awaiting my fellow freaks in the confessional booth teehee

[greatcomets]

whar if i get home from work and finally write the last chapter of my bandersnatch fic from 2019 LOL

[a-deed-without-a-name]

Happy Holidays.

I do have mixed feelings about doing this, but I am working on two enormous projects that won't be out until at least the later half of 2025, optimistically speaking.

(If you're curious, it's Garlands of His Own, the massive AU TMA fic that is the firstborn child of @frumious-bandersnatch-ao3 and I, and Mortifications of the Flesh, the original project I've been working on for...whew...three years now? Four?)

I don't wanna just disappear for all that time, so until I have a chance to work on some oneshots, I need something quick. Something easy. Something - dare I say - dirty.

That's right. Prompts are back open.

Wait - no so fast there, buckaroo. Back off that ask box, that's right, nice and easy.

There's a few rules.

No Supernatural. Yeah, you heard me right. Sorry: I do not like the show anymore, and I especially do not like writing WG for the show anymore. Any Supernatural prompts I get will be deleted.

What Can You Submit, Then? So glad you asked. Anything to do with characters from Hannibal NBC or The Magnus Archives will be appreciated.

One or Two Filled Prompts Posted a Week. Sorry, I know this isn't the pace I did last time...but like I said, I am working on a pair of very labor-intensive projects simultaneously, so.

All Prompts Will Be Eventually Posted in a Master Fic on AO3. If you'd rather that didn't happen to yours, no worries! Just let me know in your ask you'd prefer it stayed on Tumblr.

Anything is Welcome. Not just kink! Please! If you submit something that is not kink we shall be wed in June! (But kink is fine, fun, and very appreciated.)

Have Fun! Just not too much fun. Filthy degenerates.

Can't wait to see what everyone comes up with.

And just know that if you harass me, send me hate, or - god forbid - ask for fucking Butterballs again, there is an entire Discord server where we talk about what a pathetic little life you must lead.

(You can also get your fill of Supernatural WG in that Discord server. Just so you know.)

See y'all soon!

[the-hateful-shrimp]

Elica and Heisenberg from the fic "Bandersnatch" written by thenightsibling on AO3. 😁 Or rather what I imagine her to look like. 🤭