#favourite fanfic tropes

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Another poll to see what y'all prefer. Please vote and let me know what your favourite trope is. If I missed your favourite, I invite you to let me know in the comments. 💜

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Holy crap this is like world record breaking pace guys

Speedrun/Time Travel AU masterlist

[deadtiredghost]

*Splinter to Leo*

"Pick your battles. Pick... pick fewer battles than that. Put some battles back. That's too many."

[foolishlovers]

MUTUAL PINING FIC RECS: Below you'll find a list of Good Omens fics in which Aziraphale and Crowley are pining for each other.

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you play with my feelings (right from the start) by PenroseSun (G, 3k)

There were three things of which Crowley was absolutely certain: 1. Aziraphale, being an angel, was required to be kind and loving towards all things, even when those things were flawed or sinful or fallen. 2. Notwithstanding that obligatory kindness, Aziraphale would never, and could never truly love a demon, in any meaningful sense. 3. Despite this, Crowley was desperately, hopelessly, in love with him.

For To Quench My Thirst by apliddell (G, 6k)

After moving to Sussex with Aziraphale, Crowley is trying so hard to be satisfied with friendship and the suddenly beautiful life he already has.

Slow by write_away (T, 9k)

It started like this: A boy with the ability to warp reality met an angel and a demon and he made assumptions. You might say it started like this: An angel and a demon found a marriage contract hung on the wall of the angel's bookshop. They didn't question it. It also could have started like this: Once upon a time, the angel told the demon he went too fast. The demon took it to heart.   Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves somehow married. Crowley fears going too fast. Aziraphale forges ahead. Neither know how to ask questions of each other.

got a pretty face, pretty boyfriend too by KissMyAsthma, leukozyna (T, 9k)

Aziraphale and Crowley are next-door neighbours. They’ve been attracted to each other since they met. The only thing keeping them apart is a thin wall between their bedrooms and Atticus and Freddie, Aziraphale’s and Crowley’s respective life partners… or are they? A human AU glued together by misunderstandings and wet food.

speed limits (and how to break them) by darcylindbergh (E, 13k)

There is a trick people do with a mint candy and a bottle of cola which results in a small eruption, and something very like it, for much higher stakes than a laugh in a car park, is about to take place in Aziraphale’s back room. Or: what happens when you finally unscrew the cap on a six thousand years of repression, and drop in Valentine’s Day.

Something We Were Withholding Made Us Weak by triedunture (M, 17k)

"Yes, exactly. Retire." Aziraphale reaches for the last remaining tartlet brimming with summer berries. "Somewhere along the south coast, perhaps." Or: Crowley and Aziraphale learn to move in tandem.

32 Questions That Lead To Love by ffonippop (E, 32k)

”First formulated in 1997, [32] questions to fall in love is a study by psychologist Dr. Arthur Aron which took place at Stony Brook University, New York. The aim? Speeding up the creation of intimacy between two strangers.” The Cosmopolitan Okay, fine. Crowley was 32-Questions-That-Lead-To-Love-ing Aziraphale. Sue him. He had no expectations, all right? Just, an innocent curiosity.

Flowers From The Grave Of Our Friendship by WaitingToBeBroken (E, 50k)

Crowley is very good at temptation, not so good with what comes afterwards. Aziraphale knows demons don't love so he is happy to take anything Crowley would give him. Both of them are too blind to realize the thing they want is right in front of them.

Fledging by FeralTuxedo (M, 53k)

Cool Dad was at the school gate again. Clambering out of his ridiculous sports car like a great big spider, all black denim and designer sunglasses. What a prat. He made his way towards the entrance, followed by his equally lanky son. All the mums' eyes were on him. Which was fine. At least they weren't staring at Aziraphale for a change. Cool Dad high-fived his son goodbye, because of course he did, then sauntered back to his car. Making it look so bloody easy. Aziraphale Fell is much too young to be looking after eleven-year old Pepper. He barely has his life together as it is, with his minimum-wage job and a half-baked dream of trading rare books for a living. And as if adopting a recently bereaved pre-teen isn’t enough, there are some rather more adult problems to navigate: playground politics, the shadows of his own childhood, and the growing question of how Crowley, the only other dad at the school gate, feels about him. A human AU/kid fic.

Style and Substance by Cabernet_Woebegone (E, 89k)

“But y’know, if my boss finds out I’m helping you even a little, they’re gonna throw me out on my ass.” “Yes, I understand it is a bit of a conflict of interest for you… Is there something I can offer you in return? Something you would like?” Aziraphale questioned hopefully. You, Crowley thought loudly as he took a second sip. I want to know if you moan when you kiss the same way you do when you try something delicious. I want to know if your lips taste like Zinfandel. “Yes, actually.” Aziraphale is having difficulty running his restaurant, and it isn't helping that he believes the place across the street is trying to sabotage him. To his surprise, chef Crowley comes to him on friendly terms. Together they come up with an arrangement that could benefit them both.

On Espionage and Prophecy (or How to Accidentally, but Wholly, Fall in Love With a Soho Bookseller) by RockSaltAndRoll (E, 133k)

1941 is the London Blitz and the year that MI5 really comes into its own with the now infamous ‘double cross’ system. The service keep tabs on suspects, root out enemy agents and try to turn them into doubles. Anthony J Crowley is fucking great at this job. He can be sneaky, underhanded and damn ruthless but also charming and kind. It’s what makes him good at turning. Aziraphale is just a regular Soho bookseller who loves his shop and books and good food and wine when he’s approached by a woman claiming to be MI5, wanting to recruit him for espionage. The poor man is too trusting and gets the shock of his life when he’s approached by a charming but dangerous-looking man also claiming to be MI5. Crowley recruits Aziraphale to double cross a double crosser and Aziraphale takes to espionage like a duck to water. Danger, hijinks, and sex ensue.

Old Vines by sevdrag (E, 189k)

A.Z. Fell, one of the most respected names in wine and food blogging, has been sent on assignment with his assistant Warlock Dowling to spend six months in California Wine Country. Under direction (by his boss, Gabriel) to use this experience to double his blog followers and write a novel, Aziraphale is both excited and anxious about the opportunity. Anthony J. Crowley is the owner and viticulturalist of Ecdyses, a winery that unexpectedly fell into his lap eleven years ago when he hit rock bottom. He may be in debt, yeah, but he’s paying off his loans — and despite pressure from his lenders and their team of inspectors, Crowley has found a kind of contentment tending his little corner of terroir and producing extraordinary wine. Crowley’s old vines are the heart of his vineyard, and he’s never let anyone in. Crowley finds Aziraphale intriguing; Aziraphale finds Crowley enthralling. Turns out a famous wine expert and an experienced viticulturalist can still learn things from each other. The summer of 2019 unfolds.

[lemotmo]

Okay she posted a message saying she isn't going to answer their nonsense for the foreseeable because you can't actually talk to them like normal people. So she's answering other kinds of questions. No idea if you're interested in this kind of stuff but I liked this one so enjoy!

Q. I see the alternate reality theory really gaining traction do you really think that's a possible storyline? Also if they were going to go full fanfiction for one storyline which trope would like to see?

A. The alternate reality theory was starting to look more likely anyway with the BTS stuff they were posting, and now that I know they have Lone Star writers on board I absolutely think they're doing an alternate reality episode. Knowing them one of the team, most likely Eddie, will get stung by a bee and end up having some kind of reaction that will result in him falling into some kind of alternate reality dream like state. Several people have also noticed and pointed out that the locations they were showing have all been previous Buddie rescues so that adds to the likelihood of it being Eddie's dream. Buck's already had his version so I don't see them giving him another one. I also wouldn't be surprised if Buddie were together in the alternate reality because it gives them a way to kind of test the response, and would be a way of confirming that it's coming without having to actually spoil the full story. I genuinely think we are going to get pining Eddie for at least a bit. I have no idea why I think that, but I do. I just think we're going to get one of them figuring it out before the other and I'm more and more convinced it's going to be Eddie.

There are several fanfic tropes I would like to see, and if you've followed me for any amount of time you know that I'm an angst girlie. I like a bit of angst. So I would go with an amnesia storyline for one of them. I like the idea of one of them spiraling because the other doesn't remember who they are to one another. And the idea of them kind of having to relearn their dynamics in a new way for a little while. I also think it would be interesting to see the one with amnesia hearing all the Buck/Eddie stories and being completely confused when he finds out they're not an actual couple. I am well aware that angst is not for everyone, lol. But I am a fan. I also like the idea of mutual pinning but neither believing the other one feels the same way, so because of that I also like the roommates trope. What would yours be, anon?

God YES Nonny! I am very much interested in these kinds of questions. We have been fed well with lots of bts and promo with Oliver and Ryan. It's time to focus on the positive side of things as well. :) So thank you for dropping this in my inbox!

I really like your alternate universe theory Ali. I would love to see something like this play out on our screens. It has so much potential.

I can't speak on the Lone Star writers, because I don't watch Lone Star. I tried when it premiered, but after two episodes I gave up. It isn't nearly as appealing to me as the OG. So, I don't know how their storylines differ from the OG.

Oh talking about tropes I see. The amnesia trope is a really good one. The trope I personally love best is the whole friends to lovers thing where one of them is aware that they're in love with the other and they're pining hard. The other is oblivious until they find out and promptly realise that they feel the same way.

So, as you can see, with Buddie we are already half there. They are very close friends already. One of them (and I do believe it'll be Eddie) just has to catch a clue and start pining after the other. It'll all work itself out from there. :)

What tropes are your favourites?

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[soft--dragon]

The Winchester Focus Methods

Words: 2,819

Warnings: None

This is all entirely platonic!! Just Dad!Sam and fluff here folks, the season 15 finale was enough angst for me to last a lifetime honestly

This is a SFW tickle fic, if you don’t like that then don’t read :)

"Something wrong?"

"I don't know," Jack frowns, glaring down at the book like it personally offended him. "My brain doesn't like words."

A smile twitches at Sam's lips, settling back in his chair as he watches Jack squint at the thick book. "What do you mean?" He asks gently. 

"Well, I'm reading," Jack slowly explains, running a finger along the text. "But I'm not taking in anything, my brain keeps getting distracted. It doesn't like words." 

Sam chuckles a bit, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair. "You mean you're bored?" 

Jack pouts, honest to god pouts. "...I think so," he mutters. 

Sam smiles with a fond roll of his eyes. "Alright, well, Dean and Cas need this thing researched, so we gotta do the boring stuff."

Jack frowns harder, shoulders slumping so far it was a wonder they stayed attached to his body. Sam eyes him for a moment, then resettles himself in his chair.  "Stand up and have a walk around." 

The boy glanced up with a scrunched brow. "Huh?" He asks eloquently.  

Sam gives a small wave of encouragement. "Take a walk, get your blood flowing again. It'll help you focus." 

Jack considers it for a moment then shrugs and stands from his chair, taking a small step away from the table. He sends a wary glance to Sam who simply nods with a smile, turning his attention back to the book so the kid doesn’t feel watched. Slowly but surely, Jack begins to pace laps around the table, eyes flicking from Sam to the books surrounding the library. Occasionally he would click his fingers or tap at his thighs, seemingly determined to get his brain back to liking words again. 

Unable to help himself, Sam shifted his gaze from the text to Jack, powerless to hold back his amused smile from the boy's endearing antics. It reminded him of himself actually, back when he was younger and didn't want to research what John had instructed him to. It was Dean who suggested walking around to get him focused again. Well, that and a couple of other tactics. ‘The Winchester Focus Methods’, Dean had dubbed it when they were kids, - tested and guaranteed to get your brain back in working order for hunting. 

Sam was sure they were just little distractions Dean made for him so he didn’t get morose from researching and sitting still for so long. His smile softens at the thought, thumbing the page he was meant to be reading. Dean really did do whatever he could to make Sam’s childhood bearable. 

"Sam, I don't think this is working." 

Sam is pulled from his thoughts by Jack’s voice. He glances back to the kid who looks put out by the lack of progress, picking at the lint on his blue sweater with a furrow to his eyebrows. His forehead was going to become permanently scrunched if he kept doing that so often, Sam thought idly.

"You've been walking around for two minutes," he says with an amused huff, but he leans away from his book anyway to address the Nephilim properly. "It can take a bit longer than that." 

"This is boring too," Jack sighs. Now that he knows the word for his lack of attention, he is going to use it as much as he wants.

Sam internally sighs. Alright then, ‘Winchester Focus Method Number Two’ was going to have to come into play. Sliding his chair back, Sam stands and stretches his arms over his head. "You sure you don't want to just keep walking?" He asks. 

Jack shuffles his feet and shakes his head. "No. I don't think it's working."

“Alright, Plan B." 

Sam steps around the table and moves towards Jack. At the last second, he leans down towards Jack's legs and scoops him up and over his shoulder. Jack's loud yelp of alarm is followed by quick scrabbling for purchase on Sam's back. He grabs handfuls of the man's shirt, elbows digging into Sam's ribs to hold himself up. Sam lightly jostles him to make his elbows slip off the protesting bones, leaving Jack lying helplessly over Sam's spine. 

"Woah- Sam, what are you doing?" 

"You said the walking wasn't working," Sam replies, barely holding back a grin as he walks to the towering shelves of books and runs his index finger down the spines. "This will help the blood get to your head instead. So hang back there and get focused while I finish my half of the research, okay?" 

Mildly disorientated, Jack tries to push himself up on Sam again, a smile on his face at the sudden playfulness from the man. A giggle spills out involuntarily as he slips back down and is fully stretched out from the shift in gravity. "Put me down!" 

Hearing the mirthful noises makes Sam grin, shrugging to shift the kid around as he answers. "What was that? Sorry Jack, can't hear you back there." 

"Yes, you can!" Jack argues, knowing Sam is most definitely not deaf, and he isn’t that far out of range. Sam could hear him perfectly fine.

"Wow, really muffled aren't you, buddy?" Sam hums innocently, quickly lowering himself to look at the bottom shelves and grinning when Jack yelps and laughs harder at the sudden movement. 

"Sam!"

"Jack, I'm trying to find a book on ancient totems. I can't focus with all that laughing," Sam scolds jokingly, squeezing the boy's knee gently. 

Jack's socked foot shoots out and almost kicks the shelf, a squeak sounding out from the boy. Sam stares at the leg he'd squeezed, and then his smile widens. "Oh, well that's something."

Jack, now gripping Sam's flannel shirt from surprise, blinks wildly. "What was that?" He asks, attempting to sit up on Sam's shoulder but finding as much purchase as before - which was little to none. 

"Jack, you're not ticklish are you?" 

Jack picked up on the mischievous tone in Sam's voice, and for some reason, he felt a rush of weird buzzing through his body. Adrenaline? Nervousness? Whatever it was, it was odd. 

"Ticklish?" He repeats in confusion, not understanding his body's reaction to the word. 

Sam stands again, making sure Jack is secure over his shoulder before squeezing the boy's knee once more. A sharp yelp left Jack again, his whole form wriggling on Sam's shoulder as he gasped. "Whahat is that?" He asks, shaking his leg to free it from the aftershock of weird tingles. 

Sam chuckles, and Jack feels it from how he's lying over Sam’s shoulder. "Oh, kiddo," he grins. "You're about to find out."

Winchester Focus Method Number Three has arrived at the door - AKA, Dean’s favorite method. 

Keeping an arm stretched around Jack to keep him secure over his shoulder, Sam sets to work squeezing Jack’s knees and calf muscles, chuckling at the boy’s wild kicks and high-pitched squeaks of laughter. The Nephilim keeps switching between squirming for freedom from the barrage of tickling sparks, and going limp on reflex to hopefully slide off Sam’s shoulder. The latter option was useless however as Sam’s grip on him is solid, keeping Jack safe by not letting him fall but ultimately holding him captive in the ticklish trap. 

“S-SahAHAHam!” Jack whines, lightly beating his fist onto Sam’s back to cope with the strange, electric sensations racing along his nervous system. 

“Feeling focused yet?” Sam asks innocently, spidering over the underside of Jack’s foot, chuckling when the boy practically shrieks. 

“NOHOHO!”

“Well, better keep going then,” hums Sam, walking over to the couch sitting on the far wall of the research room. “Can’t let up until you feel ready to research again.”

“Thihihis ihihisn’t hehelping!”

“Sure it is, Dean used to do this to me constantly. You’ll feel ready to go in no time.” Sam let go of Jack to hike him off of his shoulder and drop him onto the couch - gently, of course, he had the title of ‘Responsible Dad’ for a reason. 

Jack bounces a bit on the cushions from his high fall, a hand resting on his stomach as he giggles insistently. “Whihiy am Ihihi laughing soho muhuhuch?” he presses through the titters that keep tumbling unbridled from his lips. 

Jack curls up into a ball in fresh peals of laughter, his hands torn between holding onto Sam’s and pressing against the man’s chest. Sam noticed however, the kid wasn’t trying to stop him, he was just trying to find something to hang onto. It had happened when the kid was on his shoulder as well, he’d held onto the hunter’s shirt in a vice grip. 

“Cause you’re ticklish, bud,” Sam grins, plopping down on the couch and scooping Jack back to lie over his legs, his hands latching around the Nephilm's ribs and scratching at the backs of the bones. “Very ticklish, apparently.”

"You still bored? Want to go back to researching now?" Sam asks, wiggling his fingers along Jack's sides. 

The boy's knees fly up to his torso in hopes of blocking the new spot, screwing his eyes closed as he grins brighter than the sun. He doesn't know why he stubbornly shakes his head, too caught up in the fun of the game Sam had sprung to want to go near the books again. 

"No?" The younger Winchester seems surprised by the answer, though he can't stop smiling despite himself. "Really? Thought you would be itching to get back to it." As he speaks, Sam reaches over to Jack's feet and scuttles his fingers under his toes, delighting in the sharp squeal and hiccuping giggles produced from the action. 

Kicking his legs away from Sam's fingers, Jack grips the arm still caging him in - the one that was still teasing his sensitive side. "Nohoho! No mohore research!" 

"How come? Thought you loved learning new things," Sam insists, then brightens with an idea. “Hey, speaking of, do you know how many ribs you've got, Jack?’

The blonde scrunches his brow again in confusion. “W-Whahahat?”

“Your ribs,” Sam repeats, thumbing the lowest set of bones gently and delighting at the bubbly giggle Jack lets out from the touch. “Humans have twenty-four, but you're a Nephilim - an angel and human hybrid. I wonder if you have more or less than a human does.”

Jack’s eyebrows shoot up and he instantly drops his hands to Sam’s, clinging onto them as he catches onto the man’s plan. He presses out between giggles, “Ihihihi hahave twehenty fohour!”

“You sure?” Sam squints at the boy. “I might need to count them just to be safe.” 

Sam’s purposefully ignoring the importance of the research at this point, intent on keeping Jack with a smile on his face and laughter in the air. Dean and Cas didn't need the information urgently,  and he hasn't had a chance to mess around with Jack with everything going on. Deep down, he's sure they both need this break. 

Returning to the mission of counting, Sam’s fingers gently probe around Jack’s bottom ribs, pinching the backs to make Jack buck reflexively with a squeal from the change in technique, his eyes squinty from the size of his smile. “Sahaham! Ihihit- ihihit tihihickles!”

“That’s kinda the point, buddy,” Sam chuckles. “Now that’s definitely one, here’s twoooo, threeeee, fooooour~ Good news so far, Jack, you’ve got four sets of ribs! Let’s hope the other eight are there too.”

Jack throws his head back on the couch cushions from where he’s draped over the hunter’s lap. His legs kick at the arm of the furniture as he squeaks and giggles frantically. The tickle attack was maddening, sparks dancing through his bones and making him twist involuntarily. He hasn’t felt anything like this before, and while part of him wonders how he’s been brought to a puddle of laughter so fast, the other part of him is enjoying the playful attention. Sam is reaching the tops of his ribcage when a sensitive nerve on his back gets scratched in passing, and Jack can’t stop the noise that leaves him. 

Sam pauses his skittering fingers and stares down at the boy who now has a hand firmly clamped over his mouth. “Did you just snort?” Sam laughs, eyes alight with adoration. 

Jack looks helplessly to the side, ears flushed with warmth as he tries to defend himself. “N-Nohoho…” It sounds weak even to him. 

“Oh, you so did!” Sam’s nails are now skittering feather-light across Jack’s shoulder blades. He cackles when the Nephilim tries to roll off of his lap instantly from the sudden onslaught which only exposes the soft spot further. “Oh my god, you’re just like Cas, he can’t stand this either.”

With the escape attempt interrupted, Jack is now lying on his side, one of Sam’s hands teasing the hypersensitive spot where his cloaked wings are connected to his body, while the other pokes and pinches the soft flesh of his stomach. He’s utterly trapped between two ticklish hells and it doesn't help he’s snorting again. The loud, uncontrolled sounds peppered between bouts of hearty cackles. Every time he shifts one way to roll over and block a spot, he’s met with more tickles, both spots stupidly sensitive to Sam’s wiggling digits. Jack’s kept on his side, laughing helplessly into the fabric of Sam’s jeans and drumming his socked feet into the couch. 

The tickle attack lasts another minute or two before Sam finally lets up, rubbing his hands down the boy’s back comfortingly to soothe the lingering tingles. Jack slumps on his thighs, complete dead weight as he remembers how to breathe. Sam keeps the comforting rubbing going as he fixes the wild strands from Jack’s usually well-kept hair that had fallen across his face. Combing through the soft, golden strands, Sam leans over to check the kid hasn’t fallen asleep on him. 

“You alright, Jack?” He asks softly, squeezing the boy’s shoulder. 

“Yeheah,” Jack mumbles, his smile seemingly permanently etched into his face.

Sam chuckles. “You’re still giggly?” he teases lightly. 

The boy rolls over onto his back to look up at Sam with half-lidded, happy eyes. “Tihickles,” he answers simply. 

Sam grins, smoothing down Jack’s hair again and patting his sweater. “You’re okay though?”

Jack nods, eyelashes fluttering as he relaxes entirely on Sam’s legs. “It was fun,” he answers honestly. “I liked it.”

The answer is enough to make Sam’s chest feel lighter than it has in a long time, pure adoration for his kid making him smile fondly. “I’m glad,” he replies warmly. “Most people hate it cause it can feel overwhelming or they’re too ticklish. Honestly, you might just give Dean a run for his money with those reactions.”

Jack’s eyes widen and he suddenly looks a hell of a lot more energized than he did a second ago. “Dean’s ticklish?” he demands.

The long-haired hunter exhales a fond laugh, sitting back on the couch and rubbing a hand down his face. “He’s gonna kill me for telling you that… but yeah, he is.”

Jack sits up and presses his hands on Sam’s knees to support himself. “Will you help me take him down?” He asks, terrifyingly serious for something as simple as a tickle attack.

Sam considers it for a moment. On one hand, it would make some great photos for blackmail - it would definitely outweigh the photo Dean still has of him asleep with a spoon in his mouth. On the other hand, the repercussions of it would be heavy. 

…Eh, fuck it. 

He’s Sam Winchester. He’s saved the world from three apocalypses and fought the Devil himself. He can handle his older brother’s revenge. 

“I’m in,” he agrees, then glances at the table where the books are still stacked high. “Though, if you wanna get him sooner rather than later, we need to finish that research.” 

“Right!” 

Jack leaps off the couch and practically slams back into his chair, grabbing the book he’d been previously staring at before. Sam has to hold back a snort of his own at how fast the kid moved, heaving himself off the couch to sit opposite the Nephilim. He drags his own book back to sit in front of him, resting his cheek on an open palm while the other snags his pencil. 

Sam smirks into his palm. Dean was going to wish he’d stayed out when he got back. He didn’t doubt for a second Cas was going to join in on the harmless attack. Well… mostly harmless anyway. Depends if they pin Dean down well enough, he’s been known to be a kicker. 

“Sam.”

Flexing his eyebrows to show he was listening to Jack, he hums, “Yeah, kid?”

“My brain likes words again.”

Sam shakes his head with a grin. “Glad to hear it, bud. Let’s put it to use.”

Welp, seems there was another tactic to add to the Winchester Focus Methods; ‘Plan A Future Attack On An Unsuspecting Friend’. It felt like a fitting addition.

[enlitment]

List of my absolute favourite Ancient Rome fanfic tropes:

‌Let's pick something wild Cicero accused someone of doing/Suetonius wrote and just run with it

‌Subverting the rigid Roman sex/gender norms

‌The inner dialogue expressing angst about subverting said norms

Oh my god, they were co-consuls!

‌There was only one military tent

‌Corrupting a good stoic with filthy, filthy Epicureanism

A purely innocent, platonic Greco-Roman wrestling match turns into something else

Senate shenanigans & shifting political alliances (now with extra tension!)

‌Let's reference Greek culture or straight up switch to Greek as a code for gay stuff

‌So Caesar's technically not there but you can feel his looming presence in every paragraph

Mommy issues or daddy issues? Why not both!

Bonus: the ultimate nerd/jock duo to end all nerd/jock duos

[guiltypleasureswriting]

Day 24: Written Apr 11, 2024

In the plant bulb, cradled among the plant’s leafy wings, was a baby. Vash gasped. Wolfwood stared. Rushing to the tank, Vash put his palms and forehead to the glass like Wolfwood had seen him do many times before. In response, the plant glided over and covered Vash’s points of contact on the barrier between them. As the plant markings wound around Vash’s body and painted a blue glow on his skin, the baby moved.

It was just repositioning, rolling around in the bulb liquid, but the movement attracted Wolfwood’s attention. The little thing was mostly unremarkable. It looked just like a human newborn, but it was definitely not human; because the thing that made it different than a normal baby was the plant markings covering every inch of it’s skin. Just like Vash and it’s plant mother. 

After a few minutes, Vash pulled away from the bulb. “She needs help.” Wolfwood grunted.

“The plant or the baby thing?”

“Don’t call him a thing!” Scolded Vash.

“Sorry, sorry. So what’s the issue?”

“The baby. He’s an independent.”

Wolfwood stared. “Like you?” Vash nodded. “How does that even happen without a shit ton’a old tech?”

“No one really knows how we happened. The first wa-” Vash swallowed. “Well there was only one before us, and she died. But we were never born on purpose. I sorta figured independence would only be born in certain conditions that don’t exist off a ship. Guess I was wrong.”

“Guess ya’ were. But what do we have ta’ do about this?” 

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Not regulus & harry today but still accidentally acquiring a baby cuz I eat that shit up

[emily-mooon]

Nothing to see here, just a 1960s Jancy sketch.

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IT'S HAPPENING EVERYBODY STAY CALM

I've updated Two Parallel Lines for the first time in SIX MONTHS 🤯🤯🤯😱😱🥲🥲🥲

Chapter 13 out now with 14 coming along very soon!!! Go and read it right now xx

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welcome back queen, Whats your favorite fanfic trope for each kid pirate?

this is actually the perfect question for me.

Kid: modern au! (specifically university and band AUs) or grumpy x sunshine

Killer: soulmates that involves him meeting the reader at a bookshop/library or colleagues to lovers (with Dive playing matchmaker)

Heat: friends to lovers but everyone knows (except for them) that the feelings are mutual

Wire: enemies to lovers but there is way too much sexual tension

Haikei: brother's best friend

Oscar: exes to lovers/second chance

Noe: childhood friends/boy next door or fake dating

Dive: parent trap AU where she wants you to as a parent and tries to trick you into dating one of the kid pirates

Bubblegum: one night stand that just never left

Reck: fake dating but both start to fall in love

[erraticprocrastinator]

An extract from one of my current WIPs (which may or may not be a RadioApple sickfic 😶)

He walked back to the living room quickly, finding Charlie now doing her best to force-feed Alastor a dose of the same medicine she had given Lucifer. Alastor weakly pushed her away, his mouth clenched shut in a pained smile.

“No…” he uttered through gritted teeth. “I don’t want that… mind-numbing filth.”

Angel walked over to the coffee table, dipping the washcloth into the bowl of water Charlie had left there and wringing it out.

“Yeah, well, I don’t wanna hear you whining,” he sniped back, walking over to the couch and kneeling down next to Charlie. He pressed the cloth down on Alastor’s forehead before he could protest, staring down at him. “Take the damn medicine, Smiles. Sooner you do, sooner this will all be over.”

Alastor glared up at him, his fever-bright eyes tinged with annoyance. He lifted his head slightly, and, with the help of Charlie, drank the medicine from the cup.

(“Aggressive caregiving” is now officially one of my favourite things to write 😂)

[fitzrove]

[shaking and biting] but what does it MEAN. what does it SAY what is the THEME

[dr-george-ordell]

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@kimandpasta

Cain, José Saramago/Song of the Insensible, Andrew Kozma.

[lemotmo]

Me, every time I open AO3 and I see a new 'Eddie jealous of Buck and Tommy, but keeping quiet about it, because he loves to see Buck happy with his boyfriend.'

Give me all the jealous pining Eddie fics! I will gobble them up like candy.

[insertcurrenthyperfixationhere]

Trobed fic where Troy gets up to leave the table and just leans down and casually kisses Abed goodbye and then walks out-and everyone is stunned silent and Abed looks calm but inside he is panicking because did he miss that he and troy were dating?? Troy likes him back?? Have they been dating this whole time and he’s been a terrible boyfriend because he didn’t know?? When is their anniversary?? But troy gets like halfway down the hall before he realizes what he just did and he comes sprinting back to the study room red in the face and ready to apologize but before he can say anything Abed is like “I’m so sorry Troy I had no idea we were dating, I’m really glad we are but would you mind telling me our anniversary so I can be a better boyfriend from now on” or something like that and Troy is like “????? You feel the same way about me!? Like you like-like me” and Abed is like “Troy I don’t like-like you, I LOVE you” and Troy tears up and they kiss and live happily ever after😚