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Does anyone have recommendations for artists and/or writers who make fluffy platonic g/t content? You can recommend yourself, as well.
Nothing against angst or romantic g/t stuff--they're popular for many reasons, and most people I know of like those themes. Rather, I've only found like 1 creative other than myself who makes fluffy platonic g/t stuff and I'm wondering if there are more that I haven't found yet or if we really are the rare outliers lol.
I find it ridiculously hard to find fluffy platonic g/t stuff for some reason, and would love to see more of it.
#most of the g/t art I see is mostly angsty#and when it is fluffy it's usually romantic#which are not bad things ofc#it's okay to enjoy and create stuff that features angst or romance or both#no one's a bad person just for enjoying a certain topic or trope or type of content#funnily enough most posts I've read on the topic claim there's too much fluff in g/t but I can hardly find any fluff esp platonic fluff
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I hope this doesn’t come across as pushy since you’ve already answered the question about a Neon Void sequel, but I was wondering if you’d ever consider writing epilogue one-shots? Like instead of committing to a full story just doing some small slice of life snippets :)
There’s so much of Neon Void I just adore! And the story just ended so so perfectly, I loved every bit of it! Your an incredible writer and I’ve hung on to every word :)
Also slight tangent but the scene with still feral Leo biting Raph in fear just hurts me so bad. That his immediate response is absolute panic and regret at hurting « his red » is so so sad. This bois trauma response is gonna be insane.
all good! in all honesty, the follow up fic would just be one-shots haha. i have no plan nor desire for another long plot for Leo's recovery days. it's gunna be all about him getting some much deserved TLC hehe 🩵
and THANK YOU SO MUCH 💘💞💖! i'm so glad you like it!! and oof yes yes yes love me some feral snaps with instant regret chaser it's delicious 💞
#future fluff ahoy#yeah what i have in mind is mostly fluff#maybe some angst from the brothers' POV#but mostly fluffy one-shots hehe#TNV Ending Spoilers#TNV asks#TNV Final Chapters Spoilers
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Did everyone get tired of happy, healthy ships? Why is it that most ship stuff I see nowadays is about a ship being toxic one way or another? I'm so confused when did this happen-
(Not complaining, btw, just noticing a trend lol)
#i cant believe im the one confused about the lack of fluff and who suddenly just wants to read fluffy wholesome content#<when did that happen i usually prefer unhealthy stuff or angst what-#i honestly mostly feel old now shsjssjsjsk been here too long i suppose#hermitblr#hermitcraft#trafficblr#traffic smp#theres like... a lot of toxic yaoi on my dash nowadays#and some toxic yuri but mostly toxic yaoi#also when did we start calling it yuri and yaoi instead of wlw and mlm#i honestly mostly feel old now#been here too long shsjsjksk
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I need lonqu taking care of a sick robin
(I’m just on a sick fic kick right now yall)
It was clear to anyone watching the swordmaster marching down the streets of Ferox that he was not okay. He looked like he was seconds away from murder if someone so much as looked at him wrong.
Jaw clenched, fists tense and eyes sharper than the blade at his hip, Lon’qu looked to be a force of nature. A demon, in all honesty. But if you knew him in any personal manner, it was obvious he wasn’t angry at all.
Rather, he was deeply worried and verging on a full-on panic attack. Such was Lissa’s observation as she tried to keep up with him, though he was far more adept at rushing through deep snow than she was.
“H-hey, do you mind slowing down a little bit?? It’s nearly impossible to keep up with you in a blizzard!!”
“There’s no time.” Lon’qiu barked, “It’s bad enough I had to leave Robin alone to get you out of that damn carriage.”
“Hey, if we could’ve gotten here easier, you know I would have! But the snow is just crazy this time of year. Even Feroxi transport struggles! I don’t know why you sent for me, anyway.”
“There are healers that have traveled from Plegia to try and alleviate the demand because of this illness.” Lon’qu explained briskly, “I don’t want to wait for someone to show up. You’re the only one I trust with Robin-”
“Wow, that’s so nice-”
“-That’s available. Libra and Maribelle are already working with others in Ferox.” He continued, earning an annoyed scoff.
“I see your arrogance hasn’t changed! That’s no way to talk to a woman who just risked life and limb to help your wife.”
Lon’qu brushed her off, pushing open the gate to the home he’d left for far too long. The smoke billowing from the chimney still seemed steady, which was odd. He’d been gone for an hour. The smoke should have thinned out due to logs burning away, unless…
“Damn that woman-” Lon’qu grabbed Lissa’s hand as she trudged through the gate, practically yanking the poor princess up the hill to the house.
“W-whoa!! Slow down, you can’t just grab at me like that, you ass-”
“Robin!!”
Lissa stalled when Lon’qu’s hand left her, finding the house in disarray all around her. It looked as though it hadn’t been cleaned in days.
Worse yet, the subject of his exclamation was on her feet, poker trembling over the fire held by shaking, pale hands. Glassy eyes passed over the princess’ face, but Robin didn’t seem to register that she was looking at her dear friend.
“What the hells are you doing?? You’re supposed to be in bed!” Lon’qu snapped at his wife, taking the iron poker from your grasp and quickly directing you away from the flames. His ire quickly redirected to the princess. “And shut the door!!”
It jolted her back into focus, the door hastily shut and latched to prevent the ice from blowing in. Lon’qu busied himself with his wife.
“You know what, I don’t even want to know why you’re out of bed.” He grumbled, throwing a blanket over you that was lopsided on the recliner. “You swore to me that you’d sleep.”
“I…woke up.” You swallowed thickly, wincing at the pain down your throat. Lon’qu shook his head, carefully lifting you off your feet. He carried you from the den, jerking his head to motion Lissa to follow.
The princess set her outerwear aside, snow and ice dripping into a puddle on the floor. Lon’qu had yet to change out of his freezing clothes, but it was clear his own health was the lowest priority.
“It got…cold…” Your voice was trembling harder than your hands were. Lissa quickened her pace, hurrying into the bedroom just as Lon’qu settled you into the quilts.
The bedroom was in just as rough a state; it was clear Lon’qu had been neglectigng just about everything except for his wife.
“I‘m sorry. I tried to get back before the fire burned out. But you should’ve stayed in bed, regardless.” Lon’qu added with a growl, tucking the blankets around you as tightly as he could. “Lissa’s here to take care of you now; so don’t even think of getting up until you’re better.”
He looked up at said royal, who was swift in joining you at the bedside. She pressed her hand to your forehead, testing for temperature. Calling it a fever would be an understatement.
“Naga…how are you that hot but still so pale??” She was incredulous; this illnesss was severe in every sense of the word.
“How long has she been like this, Lon’qu?” She pulled the pouch around her waist to the front, digging for the vials of dried herbs she needed first.
“It started a week ago, and it’s only gotten worse each day that goes by. She started deteriorating about five days ago,when I first sent word to you.”
“Thank goodness you called when you did…this isn’t good.” She mumbled, “Five days of fever and goodness knows what else. I’m starting to understand why the healers are preoccupied.”
He stood back to give her needed space. “This season is always hard for our clerics, but this year’s spread has been especially brutal. Seven people died in the last two weeks, alone.”
“Well, Robin won’t become one of them. I promise.” She assured him, popping the cork on her vial of dried moringa. “I need a mortar and pestle, and hot water.”
“Understood.”
She’d barely measured the ingredients out on the bedside table before Lon’qu was back, a piping kettle in one hand and the heavy stone bowl in the other.
So the work began. Lon’qu lingered at the foot of the bed, switching between pacing and looking over Lissa’s shoulder to make sure she was working hard.
For a couple of minutes, it seemed to be effective. Your face relaxed as Lissa gently smeared some sort of ointment along your neck, and your breathing deepened.
He noted that your doctor seemed quite pleased with the immediate response, before she got back to work grinding herbs away in the mortar. She cast her gave back at your husband, who seeme dincapable of calming down even for a second.
“So, what’s going on, anyway? You’re talking about this like it’s some sort of seasonal disease. Is it common in Ferox?”
“It is; the common name is Feroxi Flu.”
“Creative.”
“It has a proper title, but since it’s a strain that only hits this region due to Ferox’s set up, you’ll hear the common name a lot more.”
“Well, the ‘flu’ part is quite accurate in her case. All the symptoms are pointing to a severe infection, but it’s nothing that can’t be reversed with rest, constant care and a wathcful eye.”
“Tell me what she needs.”
Lissa smiled softly, seeing determination burn brightly in his eyes. She couldn’t think of the last time she’d heard him utter anything with that level of emotion, except for the day she and Chrom brought you back to your husband’s side in Ferox after your sacrifice.
The reunion was an ocean of tears and promises never to abandon him again, and he had been quite bashful about the royals witnessing his outburst when he regained himself.
So to see him with that same fire in his eyes again made her realize that this was very serious…at least, to him. From what Lissa was able to see in the medical examination suggested otherwise.
“Well, if I’m being honest it’s a lot worse than it should be given her age and general health. So I’m fairly confident in saying it’s this bad because of Robin pushing herself too hard.”
“I haven’t been-”
“She’s gotten out of bed nearly every single day since she got sick.” Lon’qu confirmed, glaring sharply at his wife. She wilted under his reprimanding gaze, amusing to the healer.
“So Robin, you’re going to start with some good, long rest and penty of fluids. Vegetable and chicken broth will be best. Ginger tea will be a good drink option…she hasn’t been eating a lot, right?”
“She throws up nearly everything she eats. I’ve been able to get her to keep bread and some tea down. I’ve had trouble with anything hardier.”
“Then let’s do ginger tea first, and then introduce the broth. So long as she can eat, she’ll regain her strength. As for the congestion and other symptoms…”
The princess rattled off a number of remedies and herbal mixtures he would be tasked with grinding and preparing for you while you recovered. The state of you was certainly concerning, but nothing that you couldn’t bounce back from.
You coughed through a thank you, knowing what a trek it must have been just to tend to one patient. You offered for her to stay the night with you, but she had already prepared accommodations in the city courtesy of the Khan (who also demanded to know how you were doing when they found out the reason for the princess’/ visit).
Lon’qu led her to the door, and once again the house fell silent against the whipping winds of Ferox’s blizzard.
You nestled back into the pillows, fending off another coughing fit. The soft thuds of your husband’s feet caught your attention, and he passed back into the room with a number of warm-looking dishes on a tray.
“I’m sure that all smells delicious, if I could smell.” You joked, pushing yourself up some to sit up properly. Lon’qu set them on the bedside table one by one, before he sat down beside you once more.
“Eat this. Lissa said it will help ease the congestion.”
The gentler, softer side of Lon’qu was always such a sweet thing to experience. Even in your currnet state, a smile crept up your lips as you watched him spoon a mouthful of soup from the bowl for you.
“I could feed myself, you know.”
“Lissa said rest was key. That means you’re not lifting a finger, if I can help it.” He replied gruffly, holding it up. Obediently you accepted the food, earning a satisfied expression. “Good. Once you’re done, take this medicine-- then you can sleep.”
“I’ll take it on one condition,” You held up a finger as he presented another spoonful of broth. His eyes narrowed, suspicious.
“Are you seriously trying to bargain with me right now?”
“You have to read to me until I fall asleep.”
“Tch.” He clicked his tongue, pressing the spoon to your mouth. You tried not to splutter a laugh, knowing he’d only be more agitated if you spat out the food. “Why would you want me to read to you? I’m no good at it and I have half the speed you do.”
“But you really do such a good job… I love listening to you read. It gives me joy.” You spoke earnestly, watching his ears burn brighter with every word. He looked away with a groan, the glare sharpening over his frown.
“Damn you…fine, if it matters so much to you, I’ll do it just this once! But only because you’re ill, got it??”
“Thank you, my love.”
“Gh…! S-shut up and eat.” He snapped, all but shoving the next spoon into your mouth. You grinned behind the wood utensil, finding delight in how easily you could fluster such a prickly man.
You finished the rest of your food promptly, and without any further bartering. And of course the bitter medicine came after, but as promised, Lon’qu reluctantly trudged back to the bed with your latest novel, opened to the page you last read and started stumbling through the paragraphs.
If you were bothered by his lack of literary skills, you didn't say it. Instead you leaned into his side, and threaded your fingers with his, listening to the tale that unfolded while Lon’qu continued on.
He did not know when you fell asleep, but he did not stop reading until dark…and not beccause he liked holding your hand for so long, or anything.
No, that wasn’t it at all.
While you wouldn’t make a full recovery for another week and a half, Lon’qu was there to support you through every minute of it (and maybe possibly secretly hold your hand when able, as well).
#lon'qu#robin#fe 13#fe awakening#fe: awakening#lonbin#lon'qu x robin#lonqu x robin#fe-fictions#fe fictions#f!mu#f!robin#fem!robin#sick fic#so much fluff#a little angst but#mostly silly fluffy good stuff
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a/n: omg hihihi😭apologies if this took a while, i haven't been checking my inbox at all. but i adore this idea!! tysm ♡. original post here.
character pairing: pantalone x gn!reader
genre: kinda angsty fluff hehe.
two weeks.
thats how long you've been gone for a commission. longer than usual, but pantalone has known you for long enough to know you're fine.
however, your little girl hasn't quite yet gained that pleasure of conscious.
"daddy.." the small girl whines, curling up in a ball against her fathers chest again.
she's been crying and whining about you all evening.
and while it wasn't out of the ordinary for the little girl to know that yes, you'd leave for "work" occasionally, she always got to have contact with you.
whether you end up sending a letter, calling, or sending some sort of souvenir, she always got something to remind her of her other support system.
but the extended time you've been gone paired with no gifts or contact whatsoever is overwhelming for the poor thing.
"i know, dear." pantalone says solemnly. it's the only thing he can tell her, other than the constant affirmation that you're fine.
but, of course she wants proof. its a warrant she's worthy of. but he just can't provide that for her.
its breaking him, from the inside out.
the small girl gets out from her fathers hold, eyes watering as she stomps over to her play shoes at the door. "daddy.. daddy, let's.. go!" she whines, wiping her own tears as she slips them on, and pantalone feels the last bit of his heart rip.
"where are we going, dear?" he asks, humoring the little girl.
"to go.. to go find.." she gets choked up on her own words, struggling to finish her sentence.
and back to her roots, she's a sobbing mess once again. mumbling your name like it's the only word she knows, pantalone can only kiss her forehead and tell her it's alright.
and even now, he's wondering if it's alright.
he takes the girl back to the couch, rocking her until she eventually quiets down from the constant crying she's been doing.
for once, pantalone feels useful in a situation like this. he's a smart man - he can do a lot, he knows a lot. but calming his little one while you're gone with no contact is something that nothing could've prepared him for. no book, no lesson, no prophecy, nothing.
just as he's beginning to relax on the couch, he hears the door knob twist and push open, revealing the same figure he and his little girl has missed for so long.
by the tensing of his body, your girl wakes up, looking around, still upset. until she meets your eyes.
and there she goes. crying, sobbing, a mess as she runs toward you, scolding you while also telling you she's missed you for what seems like a decade.
you kiss her forehead. "i know, i know, i'm sorry." you apologize, walking her over to pantalone.
he wraps his arms around you, his hedonistic smile crossing his face, though how he feels at the moment is anything but. his eyes say it all:
he's hurt. hurt, worried, upset, scared, and confused.
he pulls your figure in tight, as if he's afraid that if he lets go, you'll trickle into dust. nothingness. his head rests on your shoulder, his breathing choppy. "please don't worry me like that again." he mumbles.
#ask#pantalone imagines#genshin impact pantalone#pantalone genshin#genshin pantalone#pantalone#pantalone genshin impact#pantalone fluff#pantalone angst#angsty fluff#fluffy angst#genshin impact#genshin impact imagines#genshin imapct#genshin x reader#genshin x gender neutral reader#pantalone x reader#sorry for not posting#idk what ive been doing tbh#been on wattpad mostly#creative angst here#cyxnidx#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact fluff
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Lena as a woman struggling with a medical illness or condition that requires frequent emergency medical care and ambulance rides to the hospital. Kara as the EMT who responds to those calls at Lena's homd most frequently. Kara is charming and helps keep Lena calm and they strike up a rapport, maybe even a little bit of flirting. Definitely a lot of trust, which builds each time Lena sees Kara bending over her to evaluate her.
Then one night Lena gets in a nasty car accident (not her fault), suffering severe life threatening injury, and lo and behold, the EMT who responds is none other than Kara. This time, when Lena gazes up at her, Kara's features are grim and edging on desperate, contrasting sharply with her usual easy humor.
When Lena mutters Kara's name, Kara looks down and sees her awake. She forces a smile.
"Well, well, well, out in the wild this time," she tries to joke, but there's no mirth in her eyes.
Still, Lena feels relief. She knows Kara. She knows Kara will keep her alive, just as she's done countless times before.
"Glad you're... here," Lena murmurs, already fading again.
"No, no, no, Lena you need to keep your eyes open. Just keep your eyes on me, okay?" She calls for a cervical collar and something else over her shoulder.
Lena tries to obey-- she could stare at Kara all day every day given the chance-- but her body betrays her. Still, she drifts off knowing that if she has any chance at all of waking up again, it will be because of the woman kneeling over her.
#supercorp#paramedic au#angst?#mostly fluffy i think#a lot of it would be them bantering when lena needs to be transported for the medical events prior to the accident
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Goop!Wally au
First goodbye






A bit of angst is coming very soon..
#goop!wally au#welcome home#welcome home au#wally darling#barnaby beagle#This will mostly be a fluffy au with found family and all of that#but I do have some angst planned scattered about#Also weird cropping is because of Instagram’s weird cropping and I was too lazy to change it for here#traditional art
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https://www.tumblr.com/bebeiaarts/673335597863256064/my-headcanon
Went ahead and read this post. And laughed a little, ngl.
It's basically a defense post for shipping Sonic with human girls, and a hate post towards Sonamy/Sonally shippers. Called 'em all "fanbrats." Immediate generalization, assuming all of us are the same.
I'm a Sonamy shipper, not Sonally. Why I don't ship Sonally? All I've seen of Sally -- while she's generally a good person -- she's very controlling, especially of Sonic himself. She doesn't like Sonic for who he is; she's constantly trying to make him more serious and their personalities clash an awful lot. But does that mean I hate on and judge Sonally shippers? No. It's just a ship with fictional characters, peeps. Lighten up. I don't get triggered if I see others making art for them and stuff. I just move on because it's not for me.
Ah, yeah, Amy's worse qualities HAVEN'T disappeared? Sorry, could someone remind me of a time during the IDW comics, during Frontiers, during MOSTH, when Amy was making Sonic uncomfortable with stalker-esque behavior? Right. There wasn't any. It's a little something called character development and maturity. Happens as one grows older.
And this isn't the first time I've seen people complain that they're turning Amy into Sally 2.0. Actually, they're not. Amy Rose has a heart for people that Sally never did. In IDW, Amy took over the Resistance and changed it into the Restoration because Knuckles disbanded it on a whim, and she couldn't bear to see so many people displaced and in trouble. Because she's got that heart and LOVE for people. That passion.
Amy loves Sonic exactly for who he is. (I've talked a little about this before but will gladly elaborate for those who refuse to see.) She outright said to him, "I can't change you. I don't want to change you."
She loves that he's an adventurer. She loves that he has a heart for people like she does as well. She loves everything about him -- through anything.
Another person claimed they didn't ship Sonamy because "Amy only loves the hero facade Sonic puts on." Sorry, remember that episode in Sonic X where it showed Amy was well aware of Sonic's dislike/fear of water, and instead of getting angry or disappointed with him, she made him a good luck charm bracelet to make him feel better? Or that time when she scolded Knuckles for making fun of said fear? Or when he was badly electrocuted to the point of unconsciousness and she stepped up to take care of him? Or when she dove into a giant mass of water after him, knowing she might not be able to save him but not wanting him to be alone? I could go on and on.
That love of hers, that passion, is also for people in general (he's just #1 in her heart, according to Sega). In Frontiers, she showed concern for him when he appeared to be struggling. She shared her desires to share her love with the world, even if it meant taking them apart, and he encouraged her to do so, adding that he wanted to hear all about it when she got back.
Pardon us for feeling like Sonamy is more canon after Frontiers. I'd like to see YOU come up with a platonic explanation for "Wish we were sharing an umbrella, Amy," and "Amy, I should've made up my mind sooner."
Also, it's pretty unlikely Amy is still 12. They stopped confirming their ages years ago. With how much has been happening, I wouldn't be surprised if they're all aged up several years.
"Thinking we know better than Sega themselves." Bruh, "Sega themselves" have confirmed time and time again that Sonic has feelings for Amy. The only reason (besides the mandates lol) he hasn't confessed to her is because
Sonic isn't good at dealing with feelings
Sonic isn't ready for a relationship at this point in his life/doesn't need one
Sonic loves Amy, and Amy loves Sonic. But they're both aware that Sonic doesn't want a relationship for the time being, so they're fine being friends.
Pardon the rant, lol. And jsyk, this isn't necessarily a persuasive speech. If this convinced you to ship Sonamy, cool! If it didn't, I don't care. Again, these are just ships with fictional characters. I have fun with them. I don't get outraged if people don't ship what I do. If you don't like it, move past this post and keep scrolling. See if I care. 😂
#sonic the hedgehog#sonic#sth#sonic rant#sonamy#anonymous asks#anonymous#anon#anon ask#ship wars#i guess lol#sonally#sonic posting#sonamy vs sonally#i don't intend to make posts like this a habit btw#i got mildly ticked off but i try to keep my blog mostly fluffy#with angst i guess here and there haha#only when the canon and fanon require it#but i don't normally like arguing around#especially about simple things like this#im passionate about sonamy but not about ship wars lol#no thanks lol#not a fan of fandom drama#sonamy defense
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guess who just finished ofmd‼️‼️
BRRRRR I LOVED THE ENDING I’M SO GLAD I CONTINUED WATCHING
#i thought it would be worse honestly#season one was worse#season two was just queer#the last few episodes were mostly just fluffy with some angst here and there#but other than that i really did like it#really awesome!!#nash talks#nashdoesstuff#ofmd#our flag means death#will make a tag soon i promise
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update: goddamnit i'm so glad i put off posting for another day because i redid the ending and godDAMN if i'm not pleased as punch with this version!! next chapter will be going up tomorrow evening (well, later today, i guess) because i want to do one more proofread when i'm not slightly delirious from lack of sleep but anyway BOW TO MY WILL, DIALOGUE, YOU WILL DO AS I COMMAND HAHAHAHAAAAAA
#shoulder the sky#drizzling angst over a mostly fluffy chapter with all the care and delicacy of that chocolate guy#I. CANNOT. WAIT. TO. SHARE.#thank you all for your patience i love you all very much
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I respect certain smg4 aus that are delving into deeper stuff (liked thhe scarred smg4 one), but unfortunately, they just don't personally click with me.
#c's thoughts#i guess it's mostly because I'm not too big on angst#not to say i hate angst or anything#I'm just more onto fluffy sillier stuff#and honestly most of these aus kinda falls into the problem of people expecting smg4#to be serious when they forget it's mostly a comedy with having some serious moments#again this not to say these aus are bad or anything#people can do what they want#they just aren't my cup or tea#smg4
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brain said No Eleven Angst only egg and cuddling
#theres a smidgen of angst in here and maybe more when im done but its mostly fluff actually#fluffy egg fic alsjfkjfs#only 500 words of it down and i cant keep writing cause i got an early meeting tomorrow BUT. soon.#puts the eggs. inside him. for safekeeping
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Ya'll get a week go share this around and lets see what I'll get
It's all court of darkness
#Plot twist it's all angst#it's not a promise#well...#nah I'm joking it's not all angst#It's mostly fluff#If ya'll got angst ideas though go and drop it in my asks and I might write it#I don't think I have any angst yet on the google document with things for me to write about#I need more angst in here it's too fluffy in there and I don't approve of it#If one of you write a court of darkness fic that's angsty you should @ me in it#court of darkness#court of darkness voltage#It would be funny if I lied and they're all angst#I would do that#but I'm being nice today#Ya'll got spared from me choosing violence in my writing today#Gonna go think of angst now to write later brb
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i have an owen/ianto (well, more like owen/ianto/jack) fic that i want to write but it's definitely going to be a longer fic that i haven't fleshed out yet so i don't think i'll finish it in time for pride month and same with my current massive experimental fic
but i want to write something for pride month. owen/ianto or jack/ianto, but i'm not sure what to write.
(if anyone has anything they want to see, let me know, getting back into torchwood has been so fun and i've been having such a good time writing fics for this fandom again.)
#torchwood#squash rambles#i'm mostly good at angst and h/c#although my fluffy fics are my most read for other fandoms i'm just less used to writing that stuff
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why am I fighting for my life to write these short fics? why is this task, which I assigned myself, haunting me so?
#my fic!!#the summer shorts are killing me??#there isn't really angst#it's mostly goofy and fluffy and fun so far#which I am enjoying I swear#except all I feel like writing is PAIN and SUFFERING#why am I like this#I'll get em done tho I swear#but I've written more of the full 3rd thing than I have for the shorts at this point lmao
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I'm Sorry (and other difficult conversations)
New fic! A fix-it of sorts, handling a time in early Robin!Jason era! Bruce Wayne gets to be a good dad, and there are feels!
#my writing#fanfic#bruce wayne#jason todd#good dad bruce wayne#fluff and angst but mostly fluffy feels
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