#fanfic mention I guess?

[phlegmilys-rambles]

guys I MIGHT be dropping the most god awful piece of mouthwashing fanfiction later tonight or at the buttcrack of dawn tomorrow. haven't made up my mind. need to hop on call with my writing team (my friend)

[rhys-ravenfeather]

I had a vision.

[writing-for-life]

Dream’s Therapist Love: Nada

I flick through my session notes (Intake | Insomnia | Nightmares | Emotions | Parents | Siblings) to prepare for today’s session and notice my apprehension and discomfort.

Apprehension because I decided to broach the topic of romantic relationships today, which the client seems to believe are not for him, as previously discussed.

Discomfort because I recall our last session and have a distinct feeling that the client is trying to catch me off guard somehow. He also seems to be convinced he can read my mind, which is obviously delusional.

However, he was very close on each attempt, suggesting high competence in judging emotions and intentions, which I do not see otherwise reflected in his behaviour and outlook.

All things considered, I will need to reassess after today’s session and consider supervision.

I am surprised the client is exactly on time today, and my receptionist leads him in on the dot, throwing me a likewise befuddled glance.

DT: Oh, you are on time today.

Dream (I notice snark): I am never late, am I?

DT: No, but you are usually early.

Dream: I could not fathom what to read today, so I just did not feel like… sitting around.

DT (I feel slightly confused): You come here early so you can read?

Dream: (I notice a sort of hum.)

DT: I won’t hold you back of course. Do you enjoy reading at home?

Dream (He does not reply and throws three books on my desk before he does the same to his backside and the chair. I take a glance and recognise Salinger’s Catcher in the Rye. The other two are both by Kazuo Ishiguro: The Remains of the Day and Never Let Me Go.)

DT (I take note of the general theme of these novels and wonder if I should really look deeper into his relationships, especially of a romantic kind, today. These book choices do not seem arbitrary to me. Then again, I probably shouldn’t start reading into things): These are interesting choices. Would you like to expand on why you relate to them?

Dream: Reading them does not imply relating.

DT: Don’t we read because we wish to relate? Find ourselves in characters? Understand ourselves better? Escape?

Dream (I notice the distinct stare of someone who looks at a woman with two heads): I read stories. Weave them. I am not in them.

DT: That’s not what I said though, is it? (I notice a scowl. ) But let’s entertain that thought for a moment—you could be in a story. Somewhere. In someone’s mind.

Dream (I notice an exasperated-sounding puff of air exiting his nose. He stays otherwise silent.)

DT: You told me in your first session that you struggle to commit to romantic relationships. Can you tell me why?

Dream (I was not entirely prepared for that kind of hostile glare): I do not struggle to commit.

DT: But you said…

Dream: …that I have commitment issues and that love is a quaint human invention like…

DT: … gluten-free pizza or reality TV.

Dream (His mouth hangs open for a split second. When he closes it, he simultaneously narrows his eyes): You finished my sentence.

DT: As you did mine.

Dream: Point taken.

DT: You might recall you told me you can read minds?

Dream (I notice something resembling a half-smile): Ah, but I doubt you can.

DT: No, but I am not too bad at remembering. And educated guessing.

Dream (I notice a slight sigh): Did you really think I was serious when I said love is a quaint human invention resembling… (he gestures aimlessly) tasteless food products?

DT: No. I thought it was a defence mechanism to cover up past hurt (I brace myself for the fallout.)

Dream (What I wasn’t prepared for is that his voice seems to drop half an octave and sounds like… melancholy. There is no other word for it): The truth is that I find myself troubled by… matters of the heart. Love, it seems, eludes me.

DT: Love is complicated for most people, so you’re in good company (I note a certain amount of disbelief in his expression). I am not going to force you to talk about something you don’t want to talk about, but I do think it would help to tell me about your past relationships.

Dream (He stares at my paperweight. Which makes me think that one day, I will need to ask him what’s so special about it, or what it reminds him of. But now is not that time): There was Nada, obviously. (He stops himself and looks at me through his lashes)

DT: Obviously.

Dream: I condemned her to Hell for ten thousand years because she rejected me.

DT (It’s always so hard to tell if he is in the grip of his delusion, or if he is using strange metaphors to make a point. I hesitate for a moment and then decide to give him the benefit of the doubt): That sounds... intense. How did that make you feel?

Dream (I notice his foot is tapping): How did what make me feel?

DT: The rejection.

Dream (I notice his brow is tied up in knots): You are more worried about the rejection than my condemning her to Hell?

DT: I’m not worried about anything. Just more interested in one thing than the other.

Dream: For science? (Is he actually… smiling?)

DT: For science (He is). And to support you in understanding patterns we might unearth, which in turn might help you to understand yourself (The smile disappears and is replaced with 12 minutes of silence while staring out of my window).

Dream: It made me feel… angry. Hurt. Misunderstood (He finally looks at me). Wounded with no way to stop the bleeding.

DT: And did hanging on to that anger and hurt for a long time…

Dream: Ten thousand years.

DT: …and sending her to proverbial Hell…

Dream: Not proverbial.

DT (I’m doing my best to ignore his attempts at throwing me off) …stop the wound from bleeding?

Dream: I guess not.

DT: You guess?

Dream (I notice the eye-roll): Fine. I know it did not.

DT: What did then?

Dream: I do not think it ever will… stop bleeding. I have since freed her, but the guilt remains.

DT: So you feel guilty? About what?

Dream (He sighs, but it sounds angry): Are you truly listening? I feel guilt about sending her to Hell.

DT: I am listening. You made someone’s life hell because they rejected you. It happens.

Dream: But not like this! I… never mind.

DT: I do mind.

Dream: We are talking at cross purposes.

DT: Then explain it to me in a way I can understand. Or tell me if you don’t understand what I’m asking, because that’s on me.

Dream: I am trying, but…

DT (I throw a pencil at him, and he catches it. Good reflexes.) You’re lucky it wasn’t the paperweight you tried to lift the last time.

Dream: Fine. I will explain. (He lowers his voice and looks at the pencil) Lest you continue to impress me with your psychological paperweight-pencil warfare.

DT: Not likely (I will need to get him back on track). Nada. Rejection. Hell.

Dream (He looks at me as if he is gauging something. I have no idea what): When I said I condemned Nada to Hell, I truly meant it. She pursued me. Then she rejected me. Then she did not. For a brief moment (I notice his eyes glazing over, and he seems lost. My instincts tell me he will shake his head like a wet cat in a moment, and he does not disappoint). And after her people died, she killed herself (Shit. I am beginning to think his delusions might have been brought on by trauma, rather than having genetic or biological causes. I scribble “CAPS-5” into my notes)…

DT (I am waiting since I am under the impression he isn’t done. After four minutes, I decide that I was probably wrong. Or maybe not. You sometimes cannot tell with him): I am really sorry for your loss. Do you wish to expand on how losing her made you feel?

Dream: No.

DT (Of course he doesn’t. I also think something isn’t quite adding up): How did you free her? (He just stares at me) You said she died, but you also said you have freed her.

Dream (He stops staring and looks at his hands instead): These things are not mutually exclusive.

DT: Can you elaborate?

Dream (I notice he zones in on the paperweight again): Do you believe in an afterlife?

DT: Does it matter what I believe?

Dream: Yes and no.

DT: Why yes?

Dream: Because your beliefs shape your understanding of the world, and your understanding of the world shapes your beliefs.

DT (Oh, we’re going meta): And why no?

Dream: Because your beliefs are inconsequential to me.

DT: But you are part of this world, aren’t you?

Dream (His eyes look wet. He doesn’t speak.)

DT (Let’s do this, then): No, I don’t believe in an afterlife.

Dream: You just took a risk.

DT: Which is?

Dream: Alienating me.

DT: Did I?

Dream: No. But you might not believe me when I say that I went to Hell to set her free after leaving her there for aeons, or that… (He stops himself.)

DT: I believe that’s what you believe, and I also believe that you both went through hell.

Dream (I notice a weak smile. The extremely weary kind, and it worries me): Isn’t it strange you speak in metaphors while I, for once, do not? (He pauses. For less than a minute). I trust our time is up?

DT (I feared he would say this): Not yet. If you would like to…

Dream: Very well, I shall leave then. (He gets up and takes his books off my desk.)

DT (I have a weird feeling about this and get up from my chair, too): I suggest you schedule a session for tomorrow.

Dream: I do not think that will be necessary.

DT: Then briefly check in tomorrow via phone.

Dream (He narrows his eyes): You are worried about me.

DT: I have protocols in place...

Dream (Strangely, that seems to make him smile): And of course these protocols need to be followed. I understand. About rules.

DT: Then you…

Dream (He interrupts, but he is rather soft spoken): You need not worry about my safety. (The pause feels too long once more) But I thank you. Truly. (The next one seems even longer) I shall see you tomorrow.

DT (I feel relieved but a little nagging voice at the back of my head says I cannot rely on his word alone)

Dream: You can (Is he mind-reading again?) And you should know by now I do not have a tendency to go back on my word.

DT: May I still encourage you to take this? (I hand him my out-of-hours number because I am 100% certain he would not call a crisis hotline.)

Dream (He takes it reluctantly and dips his chin): Is this also… protocol?

DT: In certain cases.

Dream: I will not require to make use of it… If this reassures you.

DT: I’d rather you take it anyway.

Dream (He stares at the card for what seems like ages and doesn’t look at me when he says): Will you… use ink to write down tomorrow’s appointment?

DT: Would you like me to?

Dream (He just nods)…

< Previous Session

[luna-loveboop]

Hyrule's actually...

really not looking forward to the idea of the monsters being stronger

Look back...

In both mentions of monsters being stronger- He looks so scared. I want to hug him.

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Art from @linkeduniverse :D

@breannasfluff @la-sera

[fluffyluckyvampire]

Somthing gone wrong...

Short, and a warm-up. Not beta read.

TW Mc fucking dies(?) angst writing body horror (idk if this really counts as body horror but better safe than sorry)

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Mc sat slumped against a tree in the devildom forest, limbs starting to elongate, joints popping and twisting into unnatural angles; their skin stretching into something non human When they dared to speak they found that their vocal cords could not be controlled in a way they were used to, barely able to let out whimpers and croaks… MC gave up on trying to get home and their body no longer felt human. They heaved as it got harder and harder for their lungs to function under the pressure they felt in their chest.

None of this was as bad as the pain of slipping away from humanity. Thoughts that felt more like mindless instinct began to invade MC's body like a plague unable to think in their own voice at some point, the most they could do was think through emotion, they desperately tried to keep the memories of their loved ones… soon that faded to only the faces of the demons, angels and human in their life down here in the devildom remained and when those began to fade they tried to at least remember the general shape of each one of them…. 

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Asmodeus had only looked at his hand to make sure his nails were still looking perfect… and out of boredom but suddenly the meeting between the student council members turned into pure chaos as soon as asmo screamed the words “MCs mark is fading!” causing every brother to look at their own marks, which were all indeed fading. A sign something was deeply wrong

[megthemariner]

WIP Wednesday: Lost & Found, ch.9

A part of him hears Emmrich’s reply, but he is lost in the sight of Rook’s blood covering his hands. It’s pooled at her side, soaking his gloves where they’re pressed against her wound. The white leather of her armour is nearly crimson, the blood turning brown in places where the heat of the dragon’s fire touched it. Taash says something, trying to pull Rook from his arms, and Spite replies with a possessive hiss. A distant part of him knows this is unnecessary, that the blood stopped flowing when her heart - but he can’t. To release her, to stop, would be accepting that she is - that he can do nothing.

Emmrich’s hands enter his field of vision, moving past Spite’s wings - when did those get here? - and hovering over Rook’s body. Lucanis watches as they begin to glow, the green light mixing with Spite’s purple hue in a strange way. Then, Emmrich’s hands moving like he was untangling yarn, or stretching dough, Rook’s blood begins to lift, rising in tendrils from her armour, her skin, even his gloves. He feels the back of his eyes itch, but doesn’t have the strength to consider what it implies - what he already knows - watching Rook’s blood coalesce into a swirling ball of energy above them. Spite’s wings are wrapped around them, hiding them from the world as Lucanis watches the magic he despises save the person he owes everything to.

@crabs-with-sticks finally convinced me to post a snippet of Lost & Found! I have no idea when the fic will actually be finished so hopefully feeding y’all breadcrumbs here & there is okay <3

[nerdallwritey]

Snippet Sunday

Thanks @khywren, @ladyduellist, and @busy-baker for the tags!

I didn't have anything to share for a hot minute but I've gotten into a FLOW these past few days. Part 5 of Beauty and the Bard is coming along SWIMMINGLY.

ADDITIONALLY, thank you all for helping me reach 200 followers! You guys are the absolute best and I'd smooch every single one of you (consensually!) if I could! 😍

I would have posted something sooner to celebrate but uh......I didn't have anything until now lol. Let me just say, I'm VERY excited about this one. So without further ado, here's a snippet from Part 5!!!

Why, of all people, did you have to fall in love with the emotionally stunted, incredibly dramatic, freak weirdo vampire? Wyll was perfectly nice! Shadowheart had a good head on her shoulders! And yet… Your eyes flicked over to his tent momentarily.  He wasn’t even trying. He was fully looking at his nails. He looked up briefly and met your eye. He smirked before moving his hand to wave at you delicately with his fingertips.  “Pack,” you called to him from across camp. “What?” He cupped a hand to his ear as if he couldn’t hear you from the relatively short distance away. “You’ll have to speak up, darling! Or, better yet-” He left his tent and made his way over to yours. “Oooh, no,” you scolded and pointed towards his tent. “Get back over there and pack, you jackass.” “Ouch, love,” Astarion squatted beside you. He looked around your tent at the trinkets you’d accumulated and picked one up, rotating it in his hands. A tiny statue of a mermaid, her face sculpted in midsong. “Heavy little bugger,” he said, testing its weight in his hands. “It’s made of iron, I think,” you said.  “And you’re going to make us lug it into the Underdark? Rather selfish of you, don’t you think?” You snatched the figure out of his hands. “Can I help you with something, Astarion?” He spread out his legs and leaned back against a chest you kept close-by. “Not particularly.” He rested his arms behind his head, very clearly trying to flex his arms to keep your attention on him. You laughed and pushed him, making him fall sideways. “Stop trying to distract me and go pack your own stuff up. I will not help you when you’re inevitably scrambling later.” “Yes, you will,” he said, using your shoulder to help himself stand up. He squeezed it once before heading back in the direction of his tent.  “No, I won’t!” you called after him, but he turned and cupped his hand to his ear again, pretending he couldn’t hear you. You groaned loudly and continued packing.  “Hate to say it, Soldier,” said Karlach, whose tent was set up between yours and Astarion’s, “but you probably will help him.” You sighed heavily. “I know.”

No pressure tagging: @maladaptive-menace (congrats on the new puppy! no rush!), and @astarioffsimpmain 🥰 I think most everybody else has already been tagged, but please participate if you want to!!

[goldnhourwrites]

i love that caitlyn and jayce are friends who grew up together and vi and jayce didn't meet until later. imagining an au where jayce just has these two lesbians mutually pining across him and they have NO IDEA

[propheticjester]

bonkers interaction with a coworker today where he tried to make smalltalk over tv shows and i mentioned that I'm watching Gotham, to which he replied "oh, I liked how that show started but the ending... They made the penguin gay :(" AND I-

first of all, i think my brain did a complete factory reset bc I am NOT used to hearing people say things like that outside of family gatherings but anyway:

that's just the ending to him??? like, i'm literally on season 2 and i swear to god that bird bitch is just short of making out with Ed every time they're on screen together what show was he even watching?????

[sluttery-withoutshame]

Eric and Bruce getting cozy.

Whether Bruce wants to or not.

Grade A fanfic fuel. ☝️

Don’t hide your face, pretty baby. Roll it up and pretend it’s your dick like Paul is.

Speaking of Mr Stanley…

Did someone beat him up??

[greenlightbulbonawire]

Misfits (yeah like the Arcane song)

VII.

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Author's note: just as promised, here's Ekko! Only for a little but you're gonna get a lot more of him from now on :], anyways I'm gonna be probable posting daily for a bit longer so yeah, enjoy this chapter and see you tomorrow

Sixth chapter

Masterlist

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You took a deep breath and prepared to take action. The hand that held the gun shot up from the pocket of your cloak, and in the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of neon green light. But it was too late, people on board, Silco's goons, were turning and scrambling towards you. You pulled the trigger. Nitrogen startled to escape the ships ballon. You held up the lighter. Someone screamed something. Smudges of green could be seen in between the chaos on the deck. The ship started to tip. You lit up the lighter. Boom.

Air was whistling in your ears as you flew away from the ship and down towards the ground. You haven't taken this outcome in consideration, and as you plummeted to your demise, you couldn't help but smile at your stupidness. Then another streak of green shot through the sky, heading in your direction. You tried to focus on it. It was a person?

To your disappointment, the person, riding some sort of a flying device, didn't let you fall to your death. They grabbed your hand with one swift motion and sped off to somewhere. You didn't resist, you just held on for dear life and let fate happen.

They threw you on the first platform they reached, you finally could look at them properly. You eyed the person up and down before trying to scramble up to your feet, only for the person to stand on you. They had purple skin and wore a white mask, it looked like a bat skull with big teeth. You held onto their foot, trying to remove it off your chest, but to no avail. Then, behind them another person, riding that device, landed and walked closer, putting the board somehow onto their back.

"That's the one?"

The other person asked. You couldn't see their face eighter, this one had a mask that resembled an owl. Their voice was distorted and with everything that was happening, your head couldn't piece together who they were and what they wanted with you. The bat mask nodded and applied more pressure, causing you to cough and desperately try to push their foot off. The owl mask just laughed at that.

"Take them out."

Came from the owl masked figure. The bat took the foot off and grabbed you by your arm, pulling you up. You were so confused and fought their hold, trying to desperately remember what Vi taught you. Yet before you set your mind on something, you were thrown away, your back turned to them. Then a dull pain spilled throughout the back of your neck, and the world faded to black.

[zushiisamess]

Haha, don't work on mdzs fanfic after midnight. Or else you'll forget the character's names and end up with this:

Or this

[evil-mcytblrconfessions]

tumblr kww fandom was formed seperately from most other social media corners of the fandom. and that leads to silly things like the commonly used name "kww collab" and kenfies vs kenifies. and probably more. cedar if theres any more im forgetting that u know of say them pls

(in response to this confession)

[kaycynyrs]

Let's talk about Christopher Diaz in fanfic

I want to preface this by saying I'm pretty new to the fandom. I joined a few months or so before season 7 started dropping. So I'm probably not the best source for information when it comes to the show, but I definitely wanted to throw my hat into the ring. I'm aware that Chris is aging during the course of the show, and that he was much younger when he was first introduced, but it seems to me that a lot of fanfic writers and/or people in this fandom kinda struggle to realistically write and/or portray accurate representation of a preteen/early teenager as Chris is now.

I have absolutely no idea if maybe it's some kinda weird way of seemingly (kinda horribly) trying to portray disability, or maybe people in the 911 fandom just do not spend time around pre-teens, but as someone who does spend a lot of time with a pre-teen (specifically my 12 y/o brother) I definitely figured I could give some insight into this topic.

Now I do want to clarify before I begin, that in no way shape or form am I talking about the disabled portion of Chris' experience. I don't have the knowledge or firsthand experience or anything like that to even begin to try and be a voice on that topic, and if anyone else could give insight into that portion of Chris' experience, I welcome it gladly. Especially because it's an integral part of him and introduces some experiences that other pre-teens won't have to deal with which can change how Chris reacts/deals with situations.

What I can accurately talk about though is the things I've noticed in my brother as he goes through this phase of his life. I can also compare his experiences to what I remember from when I was his age, and I'm noticing he's going through certain things that I went through too. I know everyone is different, but hopefully this insight can help some people begin to understand Chris as he is now.

Now, on top of all the slow but noticeable bodily changes, these little sass masters are emotionally volatile. As in, the littlest things seem to be the end of the world. Especially if he's (my brother) is overtired. He tends to have tunnel vision, and he wants things to go his way. If it doesn't immediately go as planned, he tends to get very very frustrated. When that happens, he tends to blow up then go into his room until he's calmed down. After he's calm, then productive conversation can happen.

Kids Chris' age also tend to enjoy video games (like Roblox, or console games) more than they do coloring or legos or any physical toy. Not saying my brother has stopped playing with them all together, but it's definitely slowed down. If he were to play with legos, it'd more likely be a complicated lego set. Or complicated arts and crafts. His most recent projects being origami swords and origami paper dragons. Like, please don't forget that Chris is a good artist and is capable of drawing accurate human hearts.

I've also noticed that kids will go through a collecting phase. They'll collect anything and everything and it'll be the weirdest shit you could never predict. My brother when he was a bit younger literally stole every single sock in the house for his "sock collection" and stuffed an entire drawer full of them. Now he's moved on to collecting golf balls.

And, whether we like it or not, these kids are on the internet. My brother at least is very very influenced by online trends. Half the things he's interested in he saw on social media first. But that means that these kids have a rich meme culture. They have their own in jokes and concepts, same as we did growing up. And sure, some of the jokes are the same. I mean heck, my brother won't shut up with the "your mom" jokes, but they also have things like skibbidy toilet, chippi chippi choppa choppa, and other memes. (I have a list of current tween memes in my notes, but that can be a separate post if people truly want it)

Like it's such a missed funny opportunity! To have Chris reference current memes or current sayings like "gyot, what the sigma, and womp womp," and just having every single adult within the immediate vicinity be confused as fuck, and of course the kids won't explain, because why would they. It's funny to them that the adults are confused. Which also pairs with the amount of sass contained in their tiny orifices. Their come backs are insane and not to be trifled with. My brother has burned me so many times and so well that for all intents and purposes I should be a pile of ash on floor, honestly and truly.

Now, when it comes to romance, I have no idea when that changes. I think Chris is around 14 in the most recent season? And he's gone through a little heartbreaker phase, but currently, my brother at 12 is absolutely disgusted by romance. I myself am demisexual so I'm not a good reference for that, and can't really comment on when people start feeling attraction for others. But considering it's being portrayed in the show, I think it could be something to lean into as well.

All of this to say, Chris won't be this picture perfect baby all of the time. He'll get angry, frustrated, sad. Give people the silent treatment. He'll be weird and strange and say stupid shit. He'll also probably occasionally get confused over certain sayings he's never heard before. (E.g similes commonly used in writing) He'll try to get out of chores, and homework, and he'll whine and complain. His body is changing, he's probably experiencing growing pains, and he's probably starting to discover more adult things. But he'll also have his moments of insightfulness and humor. He's a little adult! And he should be allowed to be portrayed that way! Let Chris be a multidimensional character! It's what he deserves! And just to make it clear, this goes for every pre-teen on 911. I've just noticed the infantilisation of Chris a lot more than say Denny.

Please let me know your thoughts on this matter! I'd love to hear them! Have a wonderful day!

[babybirbb]

Just started watching suits recently and was wondering if you had any good fic recs, particularly AUs. The nature of the show really lends itself to Selkie fics imo but also I just love selkies

anon i need you to know that as soon as i saw your ask i immediately went scouring through the AU tag on ao3. i’m not gonna lie, i'm not usually an AU reader but i wanted to challenge myself to provide some recs as unbiasedly as possible.

at first observation, i noticed a lot of the AU fics were still in some way canon (divergent and adjacent)-- usually splitting off somewhere along the show or a situation where Mike or Harvey is still a lawyer, while the other was not. i will say i skipped over smut-based (omegaverse, bdsm) and lengthy fics (under 20k is nothing, anything more than 50k is pushing it for me) cause i just did not have the brainpower to even try to get through them :/

so of course the ones i ended up liking were mostly canon divergent/adjacent but i tried my best to get you something different. what i managed to dig up for you is under the cut and i really hope you like them anon (also fyi these are all pretty much marvey fics, hope that's okay!) <3 also thanks so much for the ask! i enjoyed this little scavenger hunt haha!

As the World Caves In by SupernaturalIdjit16 | Mature - Zombie Apocalypse, Warning for the usual triggers that come with zombie apocalypse. It’s not a complete work but it literally got updated today!

Here at the end of all things by tattooedsiren | Explicit - Apocalypse, Hurt/Comfort, Mike and Harvey protecting each other, Mike does shoot someone and goes a bit into the psychological aftermath, light smut towards the end

The Haunting of Penthouse B by Skara_Brae | Teen+ - Supernatural Elements, Happy ending, Mike’s a ghost…or is he?

Meet Me at Midnight by butdaddyilovehim | Teen+ - Superheroes/Superpowers, Protective Harvey, he's also Batman…need i say more?

Complications by LearnedFoot | Teen+ - Canon divergence, Fake/pretend relationship, Harvey decides not to hire Mike, instead asks for his help to spite Jessica, of course they end up falling in love

The Touch by FrivolousSuits | Teen+ - Magic, Angst, Soulmate inspired, it’s also from Donna’s pov which was super fun and interesting, as was the nature of the magic

TBR list:

Wear My Name by Lunarflare14 (Teen+) and whatever the question by tattooedsiren (Explicit) - These are both Fake/Pretend relationship AUs based/inspired by The Proposal movie! (a very good movie imo)

The Game by FrivolousSuits | Teen+ - It’s a Hunger Games AU so i am intrigued, just haven't gotten around to reading it yet

Ocean Dream by Blue_Five | Mature - i apologize for being unable to provide you with a selkie fic so the best i could do was the incomplete merperson au... i hope it's enjoyable...😅

[andiv3r]

Me: I'm gonna write a fun Gravity Falls fanfic with perhaps some billford! Yay!

The fanfic (which at this point I'm convinced is writing itself): Nah. I'm gonna be about relationship abuse and manipulation actually.

Me: Hey what the fu-