#coming soon to an AO3 near you

[skyfallscotland]

“I hate it because you’re supposed to feel happy and I don’t. Everyone else is always happy, and I’m just reminded every year that there’s something wrong with me.” “Nothing’s wrong with you, Violence.” “Something is, or I’d be like everyone else.” He reaches out and I take a step back, knowing if he touches me I'll fall apart.

[sodapopper]

Be the change you want to see in the world (write the Soda-centric fics no one else will)

[writingsofwerewolves]

So… who’s interested in a 50k word smutty romance between the actual literal devil and a nonbinary ex-Christian? 👀

[bitterbareface]

"The way his belly rose and fell during a road battle. The creases in his neck catching the moonlight when he rolled his head back in the night. Water running over his arms when rinsing a wound, water settling into the cleft of his lip when he drank.

Furiosa kept herself rigid, distanced. She couldn't see herself, but in her mind she looked like Joe sizing up a new wife, Rictus hunting girls across the Citadel, Dementus looking at his soon-to-be sausages. Hunger for humans was a place she couldn't go."

- Suns at Night

[pepis-benis]

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Moving to New York had been a spur of the moment decision. Emma tried her best to fight her urge to run, to not stay in one place for too long, for Henry’s sake. It had been fine when he was younger; at least, that’s what she told herself. At twelve, on the edge of teenager-hood, he wanted to keep his friends longer than a school year. Emma didn’t blame him for wanting to grow roots, nor did she blame him for his surliness as they loaded the Bug for yet another move. She fed him a story about an old contact giving her a lead on plenty of work in the city and how good it would be for him.

“This is the last time, I promise. We’re staying in New York,” she had sworn to him.

But she wasn’t convinced in herself. And neither, Emma knew, was he.

New York had seemed like an answer. The inexplicable pull she felt to the city made sense to her—big city, great views, lots of bail jumpers. It was good for them; there was no shortage of idiots that thought they could run faster than her. Henry seemed to decide to ease up on his insistence on being mad at her, finding the amount of freedom he had in the city a suitable consolation prize for his suffering. He found the best pizza place and arcade within walking distance and filled their apartment with the smells and sounds that accompanied tweens and their friends. They found their stride together, creating new traditions as they adjusted. Still, the nagging persisted that something was wrong, tugging in Emma’s chest growing, twisting with an ache she had been ignoring since they’d returned from that damn road trip, to Maine, of all places.

At first, she thought it was just stress. Work picking up, Henry struggling to find his rhythm in a new place—but soon, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something deeper was pulling at her. Sleep no longer offered rest. Instead, it brought strange, hazy dreams where she fought dragons and wielded magic. They were ridiculous, something out of one of Henry’s comic books. Yet they always left her hollow, like she was searching for something vital—something she needed but couldn’t name.

The first time the woman appeared, Emma bolted upright in bed, drenched in sweat. The dream lingered, more real than any she’d had before: the weight of the woman’s hands on her shoulders, her voice urging Emma to take Henry to New York. “You’ll be happy there,” she’d said, her tone insistent yet tender. Emma could still see the wind tearing through the woman’s dark hair, her blurred face streaked with tears that Emma somehow felt, as though they were her own.

The emotions left Emma reeling—hot tears burning her cheeks, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts, her heart pounding erratically in her chest. It didn’t make sense, but it hurt, and the ache was unbearable.

Emma was no stranger to yearning for something she had never had. She’d spent a majority of her life with a quiet, persistent ache for something just out of reach - not meant for her. But this was different, sharper, more relentless. The only thing soothed her was Henry. His crooked smile and his laugh were a balm to the rawness in her chest. And when he gave her that look, the one where he cocked an eyebrow and tilted his head, mouth pursed in indignation as if to say Really?, it flooded her like cool water on a burn, washing her of the consuming restlessness.

The dreams slowly became clearer, more focused and less abstract. Emma shifted into a hero, saving people from curses and impossible threats. The mysterious woman came into focus slightly, no longer a vague shadow, but Emma’s partner, summoning fireballs and coaching her through spells. Their interactions had a sharp, playful edge, a strange kind of chemistry that made Emma crave the nights when they bantered and bickered like old rivals. The woman’s presence had become a strange comfort, and Emma clung to it, longing to see her face, to know her.

Sometimes, Emma thought she was close. She could almost make out the woman’s features, but the moment she tried to focus, the image would dissolve. Her voice would fade, the dream would collapse, and Emma would be left awake and frustrated in the dark. The woman began to haunt her—not in a frightening way, but with an ache that Emma couldn’t explain. She bought a sketchbook, desperate to capture her, drawing face after face in search of the right one. It wasn’t long before the pages filled with imagined eyes, lips, and expressions that didn’t quite fit.

It became an obsession. Emma went about her normal life, grocery shopping, dry cleaning, and catching assholes. But after Henry was tucked into bed, a comic book sprawled open on his chest, Emma would sketch. She had no real experience drawing, just a high school art class that she had mostly skipped in favor of literally anything else. Still, over time she developed some skill, consistently reproducing an accurate outline of the woman’s face and hair. No other feature she drew seemed to fit her face, even with the How to Draw Faces book she’d checked out when she took Henry to the library.

It was somewhere between her third and fourth sketchbook, Henry decided to intercede.

[thedramasummer]

He thinks if he was more logical, he’d probably create a burner email but there isn’t time anymore. He has to do this. His hands shake as he connects the recorder to the wire connected to the USB. He uploads the file and as he hears the audio again he fights an urge to heave. Seeing the video footage attached makes it worse. Once the file uploads he saves it to attach it to an email. He attaches the word documents from the letters.

He opens up his gmail and shoots the email off.

To: Rafael.Luna@ussenate.gov

From: acd98@gmail.com

Attached: Richards

Look, listen, share, delete

A

(All graphics made by the lovely @cactusdragon517)

[seattledayone]

astronaut ellie williams au snippet <3

Humanity cannot grow without grief. Death, loss, destruction…all things that shape the pillars of society. However, to live despite it — to continue to search for love in every atom — is to be a willing bearer of burden. One’s father — their protector — can try his best to alleviate the pain, but he cannot unchain his daughter’s wrists, cannot unclasp the weights from around her ankles. In the end, she must break them off alone, in the dark, and pray she does not lose his gentleness.

[kittylittersmoothie]

√miscalculations doodle :}

[elfieafterdark]

You know what else I think the masses need? MTF Gideon, like... So much mtf Gideon smut.

[porcelainmortal]

Several Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tags, @onthewaytosomewhere @cha-melodius @thighzp and @tailsbeth-writes!!

I wrote 6k of writer!Henry meeting model!Alex in Paris (based on the obvious) earlier this week. Now I just need the energy to edit it, so... wish me luck. Fingers crossed it's finished and ready to post this week bc I'm kind of obsessed with it.

“He’s such a fucking character. I can’t believe you’re friends with him.” “Why is that?” “Just– you’re so different. Don’t get me wrong, Pez is so cool and a lot of fun, but you have such different energies. He seems like me, all go go go while you’re this calm, grounding presence.” Henry ducks his head at the compliment. Pez has always said he likes how he can relax around Henry; let his feet touch the ground from time to time. Meanwhile, Henry loves how Pez lights him up a little and makes him step outside his comfort zone sometimes.  “We balance each other out well.” “You’ve never dated?” Alex asks, cocking his head. “Me and Pez? No. It was never like that between us.” Henry shakes his head. “He’s more like a brother, I’ve never seen him that way.” “Hm. So what kind of guys do you date?” Alex grins, leaning in again.

It's after midnight here on the east coast so please consider this an open tag!!

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Terra Darling 💚 your fake fic ideas are all amazing!!!

🐑 So I couldn't help sending a set of tags for SNK 😉

Can't wait to read the summary!!! (no pressure though! Take your time 😘)

Press My Buzzer, Baby

Rating: Teen and Up Fandom: Attack on Titan Characters: Levi Ackerman / Hange Zoe; one-sided Levi Ackerman / Erwin Smith; one-sided Zeke Jaeger / Hange Zoe Additional tags: #janitor!levi returns  #levihan  #eruri  #zekehan  #AU college/university  #academic rivals to lovers  #meet ugly  #love rectangle  #Hange Zoe is Mess  #Levi Ackerman is a tease  #Erwin Smith is whipped  #science pick-up lines  #teasing  #banter  #tension  #affectionate insults  #accidental flirt  #romantic face punching  #awkward sexual situations  #inappropriate erections  #Levi Ackerman wears glasses 

Summary: “Speaking of Newton’s law of universal gravitation…” Hange purred, leaning their elbow upon the podium, “...if I’m attracted to you then you must be equally attracted to me.”

It’s the annual Inter-departmental Physics Bowl Final. Shingeki Technology College’s team of four are set to face the intimidatingly gifted Zeke Jaeger from Liberio University. Hange is nervous to meet their ex-crush head on, but fortunately Zeke’s brashness has rubbed his colleagues up the wrong way. Forced to quickly make up the numbers on his side, Zeke recruits several members of Shingeki’s site staff as replacements. Janitor Levi returns, only, he’s more than anyone expected.

For Levi Ackerman is secretly a genius.

Zeke’s strategy to fluster Hange and Erwin with his man candy seems to be working, but the competition continues until the Sudden Death round. Facing off against Levi, Hange’s attempts to distract him lead them to realise that playing on others’ insecurities will never be enough to win them the Physics Bowl cup…

[neptune-scythe]

writing a fic

me: has a good idea of how the story is going to go and the general vibe and tone of it

also me: immediately looses all control over the story and watches it become 300% darker and more brutal in just the first sentence

me:

[renegadeknight]

WIP Wednesday

thank you for the tag @oliviassunrise taking the opportunity to share this lovely snippet from something that's (hopefully) coming in the next day or two

[florisbaratheons]

So because we are all annoyed by the possibility of Daeron not appearing until season 3, here is a sneak peek of chapter one of my rewrite of the Dance. Alicent having a battle of wills with eight year old Daeron as they wait to board a ship.

Daeron was squirming.  “Daeron, please stand still.”  Her youngest let out a high pitched whine and Alicent sighed. “But I want to gooo.”  “We have to wait for the ship to finish docking, my love.”  Daeron tugged on her hand again, but her grip wasn’t loosening. Alicent knew one day her sons would be bigger than she was, so she was relishing the now when she could out-wrestle any of them. Daeron emitted another whine before letting his body go limp, pulling his mother forward. Alicent sighed and lifted him back up to his feet. “You do that again, you won’t be allowed to see Tessarion for a week.”  Her son stared at her like she had just suggested he walk into the dragon pit wearing a dead chicken around his neck. Alicent felt the corners of her mouth quiver into a smile at the outraged expression on his sweet face. Even when Daeron was angry or upset, he still reminded her of an angry puppy that had lost his favorite toy. And Tessarion was like that to her youngest son. Taking away his privileges to be with her, even if for only a handful of days, would essentially feel like the end of the world to her son. To all of her children, as a matter of fact. 

[yikeshereiam]

fake relationship au except liam didn’t actually ask theo to be in the fake relationship with him, he just showed up at the airport instead of stiles and inserted himself into the chaos uninvited because argent told him he needed to do something that wasn’t watching love is blind on netflix or hunting down serial killing guidance counsellors that haven’t been active since 2017

[sam-loves-seb]

aaaa you’re killing me here ahah mickey where are you going !!!!!!! what fic is this !! AAAAA

🤭🤭 new fic drops tomorrow babes