#but your run of the mill

[writingfics-passingtime]

sneak peek on a wip [Loki x reader]

cw: tickling, swearing, minors dni

Your voice cracks with laughter and panic. “Loki, don’t you fucking dare-”

He doesn’t even answer.

He starts.

One single finger. Dragged slow and excruciating along the soft pad beneath your toes.

Your entire body arches, helpless as you howl, twisting like you have a chance at escaping.

But he’s barely moved. Just tracing, slow and exploratory, almost curious.

“Fuck! This is so messed up-”

Loki hums. “You really ought to have kept that clever mouth shut.”

You grit your teeth, trying to focus. “This- this is petty. This is some villain-ass shit. No wonder Thor used to kick your ass when you were younger.”

“Oh?” he says, trailing his thumb gently along your arch, dragging a laugh straight from your lungs. “You want to talk about childhood trauma now? In the middle of this? How very Avenger of you.”

Your teeth clench. “I hate you.”

He laughs without looking at you. “You wish.”

[thestarlotus]

Obsessed with the degrees to which james wilson is a messy bitch. Primps and preens himself whenever he realises his boy best friend is stalking / sabotaging / psychological-warfare-ing him. Slept with his terminal patient. Immedicable people pleaser. Chronic adulterer. Three ex wives. PROPOSED TO HIS GIRLFRIEND AT SOMEONE ELSE'S WEDDING? Fuck you doin in the oncology wing my boy. Psychiatric ward is on the left corner

[untitledrockstar-if]

What things are canon about MC that we can know for now??

they're 27 years old

they come from a small town but moved around a lot

they couldn't attend college due to a family emergency

they grew up around ???? but lost touch around the time R and mc hit it off

they have a younger sibling

their dad is dead

their mom warned them against leaving with R for good

they've always wanted to escape the mundane life their parents had and have longed for the excitement of a big city and making something of themself

the time between the death of their dad and meeting R were some of the worst months of their life

[mytearsrricochet]

I wish taylor swift and Kamala Harris were both like 0.00013% as radically left as republicans think they are

[astudyintheburningofhearts]

For unofficial Microfic May – the 13th of May, Beware.

1579 Words. (I'm sorry, I really am).

Harry laughed as Malfoy gave him chase, both after the snitch as the stands roared around them. It being the first quidditch match of the season back from the war, energy was at an all time high.

The rest of their teammates raced around as well, shooting for of the three hoops on either side of the pitch. Harry took a moment to glance up at Ron's exceptional keeping. He'd been on a streak even during their practices. Harry suspected it had something to do with Hermione, the lovesick idiots they both were.

Eyes back to focussing, Harry watched as the ever capricious snitch suddenly darted upwards, heading for the summer sky above them. He quickly manoeuvred his broom, following. The air whistled in his ear as he narrowly avoided a bludger. Which is why he almost missed the uncharacteristic way the crowd silenced around them.

Confused, he paused his assent, levelling his broom and looking down over the pitch.

And then all he could see was Malfoy. Falling. His broom fell alongside him, his robes imitating the wings of an angel. His eyes were closed; despite his downward motion, he was still. Deathly still.

Harry's pulse roared in his ears now, heart pounding with fear as he sped after him. Time slowed, Harry inched closer and yet, Draco remained just out of reach.

The closer they got to the ground, the more desperate Harry got.

Realising he wouldn't make it in time, mere meters from the ground, he stood on his broom and kicked off, launching himself towards Draco, arms reaching for him, hoping to break their fall somehow. His arms wrapped around the other boy, one hand cradling his head while the other clutched the robes at his waist.

And then, by the will of some divine entity, the universe itself, perhaps, he heard Hermione's voice, her scream cutting through the silence as glass sliced through skin. "Arresto momentum!"

They hovered over the pitch for a moment before Harry relinquished his hold on Draco somewhat.

He placed his feet on the ground and then gently laid Draco down beside him, ignoring the bustling of the teachers coming down from the stands.

Heart in his throat, he pressed two shaking fingers to Draco's neck, his wrist, checking for a pulse, a sign of life.

He sighed in mild relief when he found one. It was thready, but there.

The horror returned, however, when he put his hand on Draco's chest and his fingers returned a gruesome crimson. Blood.

Tears threatened to take over as Professor McGonagall and Flitwick finally reached the two of them.

Harry was fumbling with Draco's quidditch robes, trying to find the source of the bleed.

Madame Pomfrey finally kneeled next to them, a swift flick of her wrist undoing the top half of his robes to reveal several gashes across his torso, slick with blood. Sectumsempra, Harry realised with abject terror.

He whispered to himself, hands fumbling over Draco's chest the same way they'd done just two years prior, "No, no – not again, not –".

And then Madame Pomfrey was muttering something to Professor McGonagall and they were taking Draco away. Harry felt like he was drowning.

Professor Flitwick turned to the crowd and used a sonorous to announce the cancellation of the match, but Harry mounted his broom again, racing up toward the sky. He looked over the pitch once more, trying to look for the source of the curse.

He found none, unwilling to admit to himself that the gesture had been futile to begin with.

___

Later that evening, Ron and Neville had to bodily drag him from Draco's beside, and even then, he only left when Madame Pomfrey threatened to ban him from the infirmary altogether.

He'd just sat down and placed a dinner roll in his plate at Hermione's insistence when his ears pricked up.

A couple seats over, a Gryffindor 6th year whose name Harry hadn't bothered learning at the start of the year was snickering cruelly, barely masking his glee as he turned back to his friends, "Well, he deserved it didn't he? Death eater scum– he should be glad I'd found the half-blood prince's book last year. Otherwise I might've just hurled an unforgivable at him," he preened.

All Harry could see was red, and the only thought that flashed across his mind was: 'kill him.'

He barely registered grabbing the boy out of his seat by his tie, eyes only coming into complete focus once he threw the first punch.

Harry hardly gave the boy time to register what was happening himself before he threw another one, dragging him down onto the ground with him, hurling punch after punch.

The rest of the world didn't exist, all Harry could feel was the monster in his chest roaring victoriously as rage continued to wash over him in waves.

Harry felt the boy's arms – that been resisting by clawing at Harry's face, clutching onto his cheeks and digging his nails in to dissuade Harry's onslaught – sliding down as he began to ebb in and out of consciousness.

It took Ron, Seamus, and Dean to pull him away, and even they'd barely managed to keep him at bay. He was shaking. Sweat pooled at his temples and his hands were warm with blood. His face stung, but the monster in his chest cheered. Ginny threatened him with a full body bind.

The boy lay there unconscious and Harry couldn't help but hope he'd succeeded in his motion to murder him. At the very least, he hoped he'd disfigured the boy's face for life, though it wasn't as if he'd needed help with that, having been completely hideous to begin with– with his murky green eyes and his swarthy hair.

Professor Sprout took the boy to the infirmary and McGonagall stared at Harry, steely-eyed as she commanded him, "Potter, my office. Now."

Shrugging his roommates off his back, he followed after McGonagall, his thoughts now drifting back to Draco's nearly lifeless form in the infirmary. He'd go back after he was done with McGonagall, he needed to protect him from that disgusting boy lest he try something worse after regaining consciousness.

---

Once in McGonagall's office, they sat down at her desk, and she stared at him over her ovoid spectacles. She cleared her throat just once, and Harry was suddenly slipping over his words as they streamed out, barely coherent.

"I wouldn't have, Professor, really, but I heard him boasting to his friends that he'd been the one that had hexed Draco, and I–" Harry stopped when McGonagall raised her hand.

"Potter, whatever your reasons may have been, it does not do well to fight fire with fire. You should've reported Mr. Godfrey to me instead, and I would have taken the appropriate measures. Besides, if I recall correctly, you had used the same hex on Mr. Malfoy not two years prior. Surely you see the irony of the situation."

Harry flinched as though he'd been slapped across the face. She was right. What right did Harry have to go around physically assaulting this Godfrey boy when he'd done the same thing before. When he'd been the one to leave Draco marred with scars first.

McGonagall sighed then, "I will see to it that Mr. Godfrey pays his reparations. But you must realise that I need to ensure you make your amends as well."

Harry looked up at her, 'defiant' written into the line of his upturned chin and the slant of his eyes, "I'm not apologising to him."

Pinching the bridge of her nose, McGonagall sighed, "I expected as much, with you. –" a pause, and then "– You will report to the Great Hall each week for a month and write out the Hogwarts rules on student discipline and conduct every Saturday afternoon. And though you will not have to apologise to Mr. Godfrey himself, I want at least 22 inches on why you decided to attack him, though that is primarily for me to use to determine what I am to write in the letter to his parents."

Harry grinned a little despite himself. "Yes, Professor."

Shaking her head, she spoke again, "You are dismissed, Mr. Potter, but do know that the next time you find yourself in such a position, I will not extend such kindness."

"Yes, Professor, I understand. Thank you," he answered, scraping his chair backwards as he left her office. He noticed the blood on his knuckles had dried by the time they were done.

---

The moment he clicked the door to the office closed, Harry sprinted towards the infirmary.

Ahough he was panting by the time he reached Draco's bedside, his touch was gentle and tender as he stroked his cheek with a bloodied hand.

---

The next morning, the general populace of Hogwarts burst into whispers and murmurs as Harry walked into the Great Hall with cuts on his cheeks and bruised knuckles.

And as he heard a girl whisper, "Beware Harry Potter, he'll kill you if you touch Draco Malfoy," all he could do was blush as he recalled how, when he'd explained to Draco why he had several cuts on his knuckles, all Draco had done was gape in awe before pulling him in by the collar.

Through all the gore of yesterday evening and today's gossip, Harry found that the only bruising he cared about now was the bruising, searing kiss he'd shared in the hush over a moonlit infirmary bed.

[prettyiwa]

I’m getting mad because if I had an incidental poly ship in wbk it’d probably be s.uosaku (I genuinely can’t see Kaji sharing with anyone other than Hiragi and he’s the only other one that really piques my interest like that). But the thing is, my dynamic with Suo is v much bitchy bff/very casual fwb so the polyship would less be about love/romance and more him being a menace.

[apollos-boyfriend]

catra vs vriska is such a fucking funny matchup because like, in comparison to most other characters, yeah catra did some fairly messed-up things. in comparison to vriska she is literally a saint

[heavenbarnes]

do Johnny and Simon fuck in your older bf!Simon universe? 🤨🎤

no, they don’t 🫶🏼 simon’s a simple, monogamous guy and the thought of being with anyone that isn’t you makes his head sore

(in the alternate universe they definitely explore each others bodies though)

[shiraishi--kanade]

Another thing I need pjsk fandom to realize:

1) there are literal 10 years old (and younger) children in this fandom;

2) the percentage of these children in the fandom is MUCH, MUCH higher than every single one of you here on tumbrl think it is.

"why do people write so much for popular characters?" "why do people write for kudos only?" aside from the fact that the "write for yourself" is a self-perpetuating issue in every fandom and the fact that every writer deserves engagement with their works, it's because there are kids here. Who want to fit in and get praised for their creativity. Which they can only achieve by writing for popular stuff. So maybe take that into account.

[shrimplicitly]

WE DONT NEED AN UNTIL DAWN MOVIE!!!!!!! START WRITING ORIGINAL SCRIPTS AGAIN!!!!! WE NEED MORE KILLER CLOWNS FROM OUTER SPACE!!!!!!!! WE NEED MORE REANIMATOR!!!!!!!!! WE CANT KEEP RECYCLING THE SAME FUCKING STORY AS A NEW KIND OF MEDIA

[luna-the-cretar]

Me: we need to finish up the Frostbek oneshot before we can ramble on about Gideon’s whole character for several thousand words

My brain, vibrating: no…must write…character analysis���

[kn-1013]

i think it's really funny that people like to headcannon todd as jewish all the time because he's the academic with curly red hair and not chug, who's last name is literally cohen.

[kevin-the-bruyne]

they're so dumbfounded by the question or themselves. guess we'll never know https://x.com/fkloverclub/status/1823910202552279166

link

okay but someone pointed out to me how first has stopped saying puen when addressing khaotung recently and now my ears are ringing with it. when I watch older events I can’t stop hearing it. I think for a full year first couldn’t speak 2 sentences without pointing out how Khaotung is his friend.

this observation has possessed me like a ghost I am hunting for firsts use of this word with a counter in my hand trying to calculate how low the stocks have dropped for the use of puen when addressing khaotung. First please stop incorporating foreshadowing devices into your fanservice some of us are weak and obsessive 😔

So uh - yeah guess we’ll never know! unless….hehe…no we shouldn’t make spurious causational arguments…but 👉🏽👈🏽🥺🥺

[ofthecaravel]

Just a simple normal tiny Josh for the homies

[antiquesintheattic]

i didn’t necessarily set out to start making oc’s but i accidentally kept drawing “the blonde bitch” as i affectionately call him so now he has awesome lore in my head

[mwolf0epsilon]

It'll never not be funny to me when someone writes a fic where a character known for being the most well behaved and least troublesome member of the group of troublemakers, gets de-aged into a small child and proceeds to be the most difficult of hell-spawns known to man.

Heck yeah lil dude! Go off! Fight the power! Enjoy what little time you have to be full of life, spite and childish bravery, before the years of trauma and enforced good behaviour are restored!