#current fic project

[thatartiststudios]

WIP Wednesday

All The Way Home | Rayllum x Hadestown AU

Chapter 1: All I've Ever Known

(Thx to @a-very-sparkly-nerd for the insp!)

Rayla stood at the edge of the dock, watching as Callum inspected the boat he’d chartered for their journey home. It wasn’t luxurious by any means; Scumport’s gritty reality loomed over them, casting shadows that clung to the edges of the rickety vessel. Still, it was leagues better than the hellish ride she had endured before, and for that, she felt a flicker of gratitude.

Callum was meticulous as he counted out the gold, his fingers brushing against the coins with a purpose. “Half now,” he instructed the captain, his tone firm but steady, “and the other half when we reach Katolis. If anything happens to her during the trip…” His voice trailed off, the implication hanging in the salty air.

Rayla’s breath caught in her throat as she watched him spill gold into the captain’s hands. She hadn’t seen that much wealth in weeks—months, really. The stark contrast made her head spin, the weight of his generosity both comforting and suffocating. A part of her still felt like she didn’t deserve any of it, like she was still tethered to the darkness that had threatened to consume her.

He returned to her side, his arm wrapping around her shoulders like a shield against the world. “Ready?” he asked, his voice steady and sure, firm against her. At her side, as always.

[f0rgetf0rgetting]

my first time doing a ship chart dont throw tomatoes at me guysh. im elaborating on the tags because im embarrassed. user f0rgetf0rgetting extreme yap session

i also got too passionate on the madoka magica one and ended up doodling this

[formula-ghost]

Small Oscar comfort drabble below the cut because I’m lonely, depressed, and need to be held:

The first thing you noticed when you walked in the door was the smell of something warm and fragrant simmering in a pot on the stove of your shared apartment. Oscar stood in the kitchen stirring the pot’s contents before carefully placing the lid on top and turning down the heat, exiting the kitchen to come and greet you, his girlfriend, after a long day.

You had texted him earlier that day, warning that it had been a rough one. Usually the sound of a simmering dish in the midst of cooking brought you all the comfort you need; the warm food, infused with the love of your boyfriend, was all you needed to de-stress after a taxing day or God knows what.

But not today. Even a hand prepared 5 Michelin star meal wouldn’t help.

Oscar didn’t know that, though. He threw a hand towel over his shoulder and you slumped your bag into the couch, letting it flop onto the cushion and land awkwardly. You didn’t even acknowledge him, instead going straight back to your bedroom to undress.

Oscar wasn’t the type to back down, though. He followed you as you tried to take off your jacket and shoes, only to get your foot stuck in the complicated lacing of your boot. Though you tugged it wouldn’t budge.

That was the last straw. You collapsed on the bed and let out a frustrated grunt that turned into tears.

“Baby,” Oscar said, “let me.” He kneeled down and gently touched your leg, pulling his fingers at the laces to loosen them before removing the shoe. You sniffled in silence as he removed the other as well.

“Thank you,” you whispered, running your fingers through his soft brown curls as he stayed knelt before you.

“That bad, huh?” he said, giving you a sad smile. You were already holding back tears, and his comment released the floodgates.

You let out a pained gasp as you tried and failed to hold in your emotion. Oscar just wordlessly sat next to you and bundled you up in his arms. You were enveloped in his strong muscles, comforted by the soft fabric of his hoodie and the familiar scene of his cologne. He ran his hands up and down your back, softly murmuring to you. “It’s okay,” he said, “I’m here, it’s alright, let it all out.”

You felt as feeble as a child. Maybe tomorrow morning you’d be embarrassed by your vulnerability. But right now this was the only place you felt safe, like nothing in the world could get to you. You buried your head deeper into his chest, sobbing against him until you had no more tears left within you.

He kept rubbing gentle circles into your back until you finally slowed down, your wails now reduced to soft sniffles and a pounding headache. “I’m sorry,” you said, reaching up to wipe away your tears.

“Don’t apologize,” he said. “This is what I’m here for.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“Then don’t think about it. Because I’m not going anywhere.”

“I love you,” you said, the tears welling back up at Oscar’s tenderness with you.

“I love you too,” he replied, reaching out to wipe away your tears and kiss your cheek. “This seems like more than just a bad day, babe.”

You looked away, embarrassed to admit that he was right. “It’s getting bad again.”

He gently cupped your chin to force you to make eye contact with him. “Talk to me. I’m here to listen.”

“I just… I’m so scared. Everything in the world is awful. I’m angry at everyone, and I’m tired all the time, and I don’t see any hope for the future. I feel so alone. I know that I’m not,” you said, looking up at him, “I know I’m not alone, But I feel like I am. And I’m scared that at any second I could lose everything.”

“Oh, love,” Oscar said, running his hands through your hair, “that’s a heavy burden to carry.”

If you had any tears left in you, they would have come bursting through in that moment. You loved Oscar for this very reason; he listened, he tried to understand, he didn’t tell you that your feelings were wrong.

He continued, “You don’t have to be strong all the time. And I don’t care how bad it is, I am always gonna be here with you. We get through the bad times together, okay?”

“I don’t deserve you.”

“Yes, you do. Because you’re kind and funny and beautiful and the strongest woman I know.” He rested his hands around your waist. “But you don’t have to go through this alone. Never again.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, a silent signal that his words were more than just words. And here, skin to skin with the love of your life, you let yourself believe, even if just for a moment, that he was right. You would never be alone again, and everything would be okay.

“Why don’t we go get the food, yeah? Have some dinner and a cuddle?”

You silently nodded, exhausted from your crying. You didn’t need words anymore to communicate. You knew your heart had found a safe home.

[theineffabletardisof221b]

Guys have you thought about how Charles was never enough for his dad- but too much for everyone else?

It probably started with his mum. Begging him not to cry even when his dad wasn’t there to yell at him for it because she just couldn’t deal with it. He learns to bite his pillow to muffle the sobs, and to use cold water to clean up.

Then the kids at school- never quite friends but willing to tolerate and correct him. Tell him when he was being too much. Too loud. Too emotional. Too much.

The first person he loved. Letting himself fall into a sense of security, to laugh too loud and get upset until they snap about why can’t he ever feel things like normal?

And he just wants to be good.

“I was never enough for my dad and, and I was just too much for mum. And I know I still am. I don’t say the right things. I’m not smart, and I’m not strong enough for it to be okay that I’m stupid. I’m too loud, too clingy. I need way too much, but I can’t stop I’ve tried I try so hard to be good and stop being like this, you have to believe me I’m trying- I want to be good-“

[owl-bones]

one of the greatest temptations i feel is to write a mafia au nightmare x reader fic

but i am held back by the sheer number of scenarios i've developed in my mind about that and which i would want to commit to

[qoldenskies]

this is a genuine genuine genuine question, where did the idea that mikey feels like he has to be the emotional pillar of the family come from? like are there any actual canon examples of this, or are people filling in the gaps with disconnected information because mikey's insecurities are never actually explored?

[lale-txt]

he's just like me

[fraulein-turpentine]

Silly little doodle of Chishiya becoming utterly pathetic the second he gets sick, very heavily inspired by @sharpsuite ‘s fic “buried remnants awoken” on AO3!

[thatartiststudios]

Here's a little teaser of my progress so far on the Sorpeli fic (it'll be multi-chapter, but no strict plot, like I've done with my future Rayllum oneshots)

I Wanted To Tell Him That I Loved Him (But I Was Afraid That He Would Hear Me)

Chapter 1: Out In The Cold So Long (I Didn't Even Know That I Was Cold)

Opeli rose early, as she always did, and made her way to the castle kitchens. The familiar routine of preparing her morning tea was usually a comfort, but today, a gnawing uneasiness settled in the pit of her stomach. Soren had been gone for several days, accompanying Ezran to a crucial meeting with the leaders of the Pentarchy and Xadia to maintain peace relations.

She had known he would still be away this morning, and yet, the quiet absence of his presence weighed heavily on her.

She tried to push aside the feeling as she brewed her tea, reminding herself that Soren was a Crownguard, and his duties took him away at times. Just as she had her own responsibilities. She’d walked countless cold mornings to the temples and shrines alone—sometimes even in the bitter depths of winter. She had done it then, and she could do it now, she told herself firmly.

But her heart was stubborn, refusing to be silenced by reason. As much as she wanted to deny it, she had grown accustomed to his company. His boyish smile greeting her every morning. His humor, however terrible, lightening the early hours. And maybe—especially—his smile…

No, she scolded herself, shaking off the thought. It was foolish. He was young, spirited. She was aging, sworn to Lady Justice, with duties that left little room for anything else.

Yet, as she prepared to walk out into the crisp, cool autumn air, she couldn’t help but feel the sting of his absence more keenly than she would have liked.

[scissorcraft]

post-loop siffrin suffers from chronic migraines and chronic pain and chronic nightmares and so much flared up mental illness and he has moments where he lashes out or gets incredibly scared or overwhelmed and he feels horrible for it because everything is supposed to be good and healthy and happy now because he won! he won! he’s free and he has his family now but he’s so scarred and it’ll never truly heal and they’ll never truly be how they used to be and they’ve changed for the worse

but their family is still there for him, and they still love him, and help him where they can, and it’ll never be the perfect ending but it’s His perfect ending and even through his newly developed disabilities and his newly aggitated mental illness he still finds happiness because they love him and he loves them and everything can be okay even if it’s not perfect

[chiropteracupola]

He’s red and he’s white and he’s green and he’s grey / My bonny young dragon, come hither away...

Keith Windham and Nuntius, out of Luzula's stunning Flight of the Heron/Temeraire crossover fic 'The Flight of Dragons.'

[lesbianangeldust]

huskerdust fic where angel has a flashback/ptsd moment during sex and husk helps him manage it (I am totally not projecting nor do I want to read this for my own mental wellbeing)

[astriiformes]

Was not intending for this dialogue to be comedic, actually, but now that I've written it I feel like it turned out funny in the same exact way the movies are funny.

[deedjre]

i've had this idea stuck in my head of how the romantic part of cheated and opportunist's relationship starts since forever. kiss of passion over winning $20

[puppetmaster13u]

So I got dragged back into Marvel fanfics. And might be writing one now. Anyone interested in a paragraph or two of it?

[2manyfandoms2count]

I feel like the Miracuclass would get so involved in Olympics shenanigans, like you can't tell me that they wouldn't get in on the pins collecting craze and be so competitive about it

Current headcanons :

It starts with some of them going to the equivalent of the Coca Cola fanzone early in the competition, getting the free pin with their menu, and discovering all the people with their massive pin collection that spans decades of Olympic Games

They hear about brands making special edition pins for the Olympics and make a bet to get as many as possible (Tsurugi/Gabriel would definitely run the equivalent of Samsung giving away a phone to the people who collect all theirs, even if Gabriel disapproved of the scheme - it's business)

It's the summer, so the kids have nothing else to do than hunt around between following the games (you know a lot of them would get tickets to the events given their parents' statuses) and fighting Akumas (it's : they declare that the pins you can buy or only get from VIP packages are off limits because it's a bit too easy

Then they discover the Nations' pins and that's when the *real* shenanigans start, with them trying to infiltrate the Olympics Village

Ladybug and Chat Noir just go as heroes, but the others have to find other ways or just hang around all the Hospitality Houses and hope they'll be in contact with some athletes who have pins on them

Chat Noir and Alya also beg Ladybug to make a special one for the Miraculous team (Marinette is very tempted because it would definitely be very cool to show up with one and it would be a good trading coin against rare pins like individual athletes', but also wary that it might lead to some kind of reveal or at least too many questions on how the holders she chose got one)

Chloé sniffs at it all at first but not-so-secretly keeps up with the race anyway