#everyone else is fics

[eydilily]

break like an artist.

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a collab between me and @slashmagpie for hermitadaymay's Solstice Social Collaborative Event! make sure to check out magpie's amazing fic for this too :D

(alternate ver under the cut)

[enigmaris]

If Lois Lane had a nickle for every time she had to help an overpowered boy from the midwest with the power of journalism, she'd have two nickles. Which isn't a lot but its weird that its happened twice.

Danny watched as Lois pulled out her phone and pulled up a recording app.

“What are you doing?”

“You came to a journalist and are surprised to get an interview?” She asked him, her tone clearly joking. “What you’ve given me here is great kid, but newspaper clippings and copies of federal laws don’t get the public’s attention. I need a story, Phantom’s the story.”

“I’m not Phantom.”

Lois looked at him, less than impressed. Slowly, she turned the screen of her computer until it was visible to both of them. There, in full clarity, was a front-page story from his hometown newspaper. ‘Danny Phantom saves Bus Full of Children!’ and there was a picture of him in his ghost form, his face crystal clear on her screen.

"Phantom’s a ghost. I’m just a dumb kid.” Danny tried again.

Lois pinched the bridge of her nose with her right hand and muttered to herself.

“Why do all you midwestern boys have the same schtick?”

“I’m sorry?” Danny said, unsure if he should be apologizing or not.

“Changing your last name from Fenton to Phantom does not a secret identity make kid. It might work for most civilians, but anyone familiar with the hero game will clock you from a mile away.”

“I’m not Phantom.”

“Sure, kid. But I’m sure you have a way for me to interview him, right? Because I want to talk to him before I do anything else about your town.”

Danny hugged himself and looked down at his knees.

“Is it really that bad?”

“Not the worst I’ve seen. Wonder Woman’s is paper thin. I'm pretty sure most people in DC know who she is outside of the cape and just don’t say anything because she scares them.”

Danny snorted involuntarily at that, looking back up at the woman.

“What’s going on in your town, Phantom? Why come to a journalist and not the Justice League?”

“The Anti-Ecto Acts got passed like a year ago. They state that only being that produces or contains ectoplasm above a certain amount is considered non-sapient and is to be turned over to the government for disposal.” Danny said. “I put the whole thing in there for you to read, but it's long. Amity Park has a lot of ectoplasm in it. It's seeped into the air and water. Normal human people have it in them now. At first, those agents were just firing at me whenever I finished a ghost fight. I could deal with that. Their aim is terrible anyway. But then they figured out that humans can become contaminated with ectoplasm. They decided that meant the entire town was under their jurisdiction. They've decided that means that no one in town counts as human anymore, that we don’t have rights, that they’re doing us a favor by not just exterminating the entire town like the law says.”

Danny leaned forward, putting his hands on the desk in front of Lois Lane. He looked right into her bright eyes and spoke seriously.

“When it was just ghosts under attack, I didn’t think anyone would care. I’ve tried calling the Justice League for help, but they’ve brushed me off. People need to know what’s happening. Anyone can become ecto-contaminated. You just have to be in the right place at the wrong time. It’s not right what’s happening to Amity, Miss Lane. I came to you because if anyone could get the world to listen, to believe, then it's got to be you.”

And Lois Lane smiled. It was a proud, eager smile. The kind of smile Danny had seen on Sam right after she convinced the school to serve a vegan lunch. He barely held back from shivering.

“Well then, Mr. Phantom.” Lois said, before tapping onto the recording app on her phone and starting a recording. “Let’s begin.”

[dcxdpdabbles]

Bruce: I don't think my new son likes me very much.

Alfred: Nonsense. He's just shy. It is a big change from the orphanage to the manor. Master Danny just needs time to adjust, especially now that he found his biological father. Have you tried spending one on one time with him?

Bruce: I've been trying to help him adjust. Dick said toddlers love bubble baths, so I tried giving him one. I even made it extra foamy and filled the tub with toys.

Alfred: And?

Bruce: I've never seen a toddler so unimpressed in my life.

Alfred: I think you're exaggerating.

Bruce: I took a picture of him.

Danny:

Alfred: I can feel the judgment of my soul in those tiny little eyes.

Bruce vindicated: Imagine it in person!

[nariism]

neuvillette is aware that he shouldn’t have let you get so close. but he did, and now he’s lamenting the fact that your hands are grasping at his soft horns — his fucking horns, of all places — and he might like it.

uptight and strait-laced, you’ve never known the chief justice to be someone so easily flustered. yet here he is with heat crawling up his neck, so warm that you can feel it against your palms as they ghost over his skin.

you can’t help but laugh at his current situation.

he was vehemently against you coming anywhere near his hair at first, grumbling about how his horns were on the sensitive side and he would rather not have to go into work feeling uncomfortably aware of their presence on his head.

however, you were hard to deny with that little smile on your face and such soft hands grabbing at his arms, tugging him closer. a sweet voice chanting, "please, honey? pretty please?"

neuvillette has never been good at denying you what you want.

it’s how he ends up sitting at your shared vanity. you comb through his long hair, watching him with amusement in the mirror as he huffs and jolts with every brush of your fingers against his horns.

the fact that he was letting you get anywhere near them was surely a testament to his trust in you. he was completely vulnerable here, at your mercy.

“sorry,” you mumble disingenuously, clearly enjoying seeing your usually serious husband falling apart with a simple action. you quickly tie off the end of his hair with a bow and he sighs in relief, thinking that the torment is over.

it's far from over.

he draws a sharp breath when you lean forward and press two gentle kisses on him; one on either side of his head just beside his horns.

neuvillette glowers at you in the reflection, disapproval written all over his face. "stop that," he scolds.

you do, but only because you're worried he might melt into a puddle before your very eyes if you continue.

it becomes a daily routine after that, with him sitting patiently in front of the mirror while you brush and tie off his hair. and you always end it the same way: two kisses, a soft "have a good day at work," murmured against him, and a mischievous little smile that makes him sigh.

he responds everyday with the same two words. "stop that," with a narrow-eyed glare.

the day you do stop, he's confused and irritated.

not only because you have the audacity to throw a wrench into routine again, which you know he hates, but also because he can't figure out why he misses your lips so much.

"what are you doing? i am going to be late."

"hm?" you peer up lazily from your spot on the bed, still half asleep.

"you have to do my hair."

"i thought you didn't want me to, so i slept in today."

your husband is eerily silent for a moment as he mulls over your words. then, he carefully perches himself on the edge of the bed, back turned to you expectantly and still wordless.

no, he would never admit he likes it just a little bit — the vulnerability, the trust, the feeling of your hands threading through his hair, the intimacy of it. hell no.

but neuvillette doesn't have to say a lot of things for you to understand; not when the way his skin heats up says it all; not when you're the first person to touch his horns in centuries; not when he’s saying stop that with such an affectionate glimmer in his eyes.

you give him four kisses that morning, two on either side.

© ALABOADOA 2023 — please do not translate or post my works to other platforms.

[keferon]

Hiiii! So I saw you mention SunnyBlue in that post you made about Blue and the twins and I wasn't sure if you were actually into that ship but if you are I would like to offer you my favorite fic of those two. It's Saturated Sunlight by @inkfamy It's honestly the greatest characterization of the two, and on top of it being a romantic fic of the two, it dives into Blue's ptsd and how he earned the title of the best sniper in the Autobots as well as the issues Sunny and Sides have and it's just so fascinating. Idk, it seemed like something you would enjoy based off of the other fics you like.

I absolutely adore your art and sorry if I'm bothering you 😅 Have a lovely day/evening

HOOO GOD YOU WERE RIGHT I ABSOLUTELY LOVED THIS FIC EHEHEHEHEEMHMHM

The characterisation of Blue?? And the twins?? Muah~ Absolutely wonderful. The emphasis on Blue being a really fucking good sniper is so interesting. Like I've never seen sniper programming being used in that way.

Despite being fairly short this fic still managed to make me love them so much ehehe I crave more now

Thank you for your recommendation🤍

Saturated sunlight

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Liu Qingge comes back to find out that everyone believes Shen Qingqiu murdered him and he’s offended that anyone would think Shen Qingqiu could beat him in a fight. And, as Liu Qingge bitches people out for believing such a ridiculous tale, Shen Qingqiu is off to the side muttering about how he “could absolutely kill that brute if he wanted to.” Liu Qingge turns to him exasperated, grumpy, and annoyed and snaps, “You couldn’t even stop me from killing myself.”

[padfootastic]

can’t help but think of how, if we choose to go by sirius’ characterisation as a private, arrogant teen who only lets a select few into his circle, sirius’ post-azkaban life just have been such an utterly humiliating experience for him.

especially OoTP. when he has all these near strangers in his childhood house, that he hated and loved and ran away from and couldn’t ever escape. if he spent his entire pre-azkaban existence building a cold and aloof persona, not letting people know what his home life had been like, then to have all of these people get a front row seat to it because of kreacher and portrait walburga’s shenanigans must have been near unbearable. to have the entire order, including snape whom he disliked and mistrusted, hear the kinds of names he’s being called.

not only does he have to deal with the retraumatisation of his childhood, but also the fact that he’s flayed open for everyone to see. it’s not only his freedom, innocence, dignity that has been snatched from him but his privacy also. it’s such a cruel thing to experience, on top of everything else.

to have literal children, his godson who he has been kept away from all this while, whom he presumably wants to be able to look up to him, to have him see into the deepest parts of his soul. to have to be so weak in front of him. not only is he subjected to such vileness but he also cannot do anything about it.

sirius has not had a moment of peace in all the time we knew him. it is indignity upon indignity that is heaped onto him. every other character has gotten a moment of respite but him. it fully breaks my heart.

[thoughts-rambles]

The cold had settled into the house. It was a particularly frigid night, one that left all the brothers huddled under their blankets, scrambling for warmth. Lucifer had gotten lucky that evening, having you all to himself. He had swept you away quicker than the others could think, hoarding you under the sheets in his bedroom. You- in turn- had gotten quite comfortable in the bed, quickly drifting off into sleep.

Once you woke, you noticed three things. The first was the cozy warmth of the bed; the second was the gentle melody of beating hearts and breathing you had created while lying next to each other; and lastly, Lucifer's soft gaze. You chuckled, mostly to yourself- had he been watching you sleep?

You knew the answer as soon as you heard him chuckle lowly- of course he had. You didn't mind, in fact, you found it endearing. Lucifer had confessed many, many nights ago how he enjoyed the sight of you sleeping. He said that he loved your relaxed features, that it calmed him in some way, that it made him love you even more. You called him crazy at the time, but the more you thought about it the warmer you felt. He'd truly love every part of you, and seeing a part of yourself you weren't in control of only made him fall harder for you. It was that gentle love he showed that made you fall for him in the first place, wasn't it?

He held your gaze as you got lost in thought and sighed softly. Then, he lovingly kissed your forehead, the tip of your nose, and lastly your cheek, before clearing his throat. His voice was tender as he spoke. "How was your nap, love?" You'd quickly shake off the drowsiness and respond to him in almost a whisper, "It was nice…cozy." "I'm glad dear," he'd quickly stretch before holding you closer and continuing, "because we're gonna be here all night." You'd respond by holding him just as closely, nuzzling into him as a form of affection.

As you held each other, you'd talk and laugh about practically nothing well into the night. Lucifer secretly wished that the Devildom would freeze over that night. Realistically he knew it wouldn't be good, but it would also never happen. In his imagination, he'd simply use it as an excuse to hold you close to him like this forever.

[crazymecjc]

every day’s great at your junes!

my piece for @p4zine ! this zine was such a fantastic experience, and I was so happy to be a part of it leftovers sales are open now, so get your copy while you still have a chance!!

[imclou]

can't believe fnaf brought me out of art hibernation man what a turn of events

[mysterycitrus]

where are the supporting casts in batman fic. why is everyone just hanging out at the manor. why are the only leaguers mentioned clark and diana and maaaaaybe ollie if his parenting is getting slammed. where is everyone. why does no one have any friends. why do the friends they do have no rich inner lives outside of batangst. is gotham city trapped under the gd simpsons movie dome. dick grayson blink twice if ur being held hostage

[oddly-specific-hermit-headcanons]

no one on hermitcraft is human (and they all know this)- except for mumbo. He also has no idea anyone else is not human. For the funnies, no one believes him when he says he's human, and keep trying to figure out (in their own ways) what he is.

Impulse keeps trying to subtlety tell mumbo he has nothing to hide and can tell the hermits anything (this confuses mumbo quite a bit)

Grian says he believes mumbo, but really his diamonds are on either vampire or some sort of shadow monster in the betting pool

Doc and etho are running a betting pool

Zed has bdubs skizz and tango and himself working to keep a constant monitor on mumbo just in case he does something suspicious , this includes using cameras, spyglasses, various small holes to peek through and watch him, grian, ect.

Xisuma knows mumbo is human, obviously, but is participating in the betting pool anyway solely because he knows the hermits know that he knows, and him participating will encourage the rumors (not that he would encourage that type of thing, no, never)

Gem keeps asking mumbo random questions to try and get him to reveal something, which of course he doesn't, but she is convinced his answers must mean something, and keeps coming up with increasingly random theories about what he could be

The only person gem has managed to successfully convince of these theories is pearl, who has taken to dropping in on mumbo at random times to try to "catch him in the act"- the act of what even pearl herself doesn't know

Cub is having a field day making horns out of confused mumbo noises and various other "I'm just a human!"'s

Scar is the accomplice- the accomplice to what, nobody knows, but he was definitely the accomplice to something, possibly everything

And finally- mumbo is just as oblivious as ever, he has no idea most of this is going on (except for things asked to him directly) and thinks there must be something in the water making everyone a bit crazy, possibly the chemicals he's been pouring into it, that he has somehow been exempt from.

As an extra, autocorrect has tried to correct watch to watchers multiple times (I'm rather proud of it) doesn't know how to spell as accomplice (to be fair, I didn't either, had to look it up on Google) and seems to think xisuma should be insulation, despite auto filling xisuma- very interesting choice auto correct.

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[dcxdpdabbles]

Danny: What's that smell? *Deep Sniff* Tim: Excuse me? Why are you in my space sniffing me? Danny: I'm sorry, but are you wearing a unique brand of cologne or something? Tim is proud of himself: I actually made this cologne myself. I used a very special rose to get that more masculine scent you are picking up on. It's sort of my signature- Danny: It's hideous. Take it off. Tim: What? Danny: Smells horrid. Hurts my nose. Makes me want to throw up. Is being a perfumer a dream of yours? Because if so, give up on it. I got to go. You're causing my head to hurt. Tim, watching him leave: Who are you to tell me to give up on a dream I didn't have until three seconds ago? You know what? I will make the most alluring cologne you have ever smelled, and when you're begging me for a bottle, I'll tell you to give up! Tim: *Calls Tam* Give me three more boxes of Blood Blossoms. I'm going to get that man addicted to my signature scent! Tam: What ever happened to "Good afternoon, Tam," "How was your day, Tam?" or even just an explanation of who this "man" you want to create cologne for is? Tim: No time! We must move quickly!

[chaos-monkeyy]

Fic writers!! Go to your works page on AO3, open up the filters, and tell me

(mine is Explicit at the top, followed by Teen+, Mature, and then Gen. Haven't ever posted with the No Rating selected option)

[starkspi]

From "Unadulterated Loathing" in which Charlie chains these two idiots accidentally together by @otsmosis (who made this comment at the end of the last chapter and inspired me to do whatever this is above)

[dollfacefantasy]

DOLLFACEFANTASY KINKTOBER 2024 ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖𓉸ִֶָྀི ִֶָ་༘࿐

hii everyone!! this year i decided to try my hand at kinktober, and this is the schedule i came up with. the labels on these will be the main kink/scenario that inspired it, but most will include multiple lol. thank you so much for all the ideas you guys submitted. i hope this turns out good and that you all enjoy it! thank you again for the support on my writing, it really means a lot to me <3

SCHEDULE 𓂃 ࣪˖𓉸ִֶָྀི ִֶָ་༘࿐

October 1st: Chris Redfield & Carlos Oliveira - hybrids October 2nd: Logan Howlett - intox kink October 3rd: Satoru Gojo & Suguru Geto - bondage October 4th: Rick Grimes - mask kink October 5th: Leon Kennedy - roleplay October 6th: Chris Redfield - yandere October 7th: Logan Howlett - mutual masturbation October 8th: Chris Redfield - throat training October 9th: Toji Fushiguro & Shiu Kong - voyeurism & exhibitionism October 10th: Leon Kennedy - hybrids October 11th: Light Yagami - dollification October 12th: Dick Grayson - cockwarming October 13th: Negan - mindbreak October 14th: Logan Howlett - somnophilia October 15th: Ada Wong - knife play October 16th: Satoru Gojo - free use October 17th: Carlos Oliveira - sex pollen October 18th: Ryomen Sukuna - breeding kink October 19th: Leon Kennedy - dacryphilia October 20th: Jason Todd - size kink October 21st: Billy Butcher - sex toys October 22nd: Rick Grimes - gun play October 23rd: Logan Howlett - pet play October 24th: Billy Coen - forced proximity October 25th: Frank Castle - boot humping October 26th: Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield, & Carlos Oliveira - cnc October 27th: Light Yagami & L Lawliet - double penetration October 28th: Toji Fushiguro - body worship October 29th: Logan Howlett - ddlg October 30th: Chris Redfield - monsterfucking (aka werewolf Chris) October 31st: VAMPIRE LEON KENNEDY PART 2

again i really hope this turns out to be fun and that you guys enjoy it!! these will range from short smut blurbs to full fics. thank you yet again for all your support <3