#fic WIP fodder

[its-cosmerely-an-obsesh-wound]

Sanderson was so real with that shower scene. One person wanting to batter off their epidermis with a Highstorm. The other person wanting to boil away their flesh with magma. Neither person really being able to share the stream because of both space limitations and fundamental discontent with the aforementioned temperature and pressure. Thinking shower sex is a great idea because you’ve never done it…Oh, Adolin, my dear sweet summer child… 🥹

At first, I said I wouldn’t write a fic about it because the reality of shower sex sucks and the only hot thing about it is the water, when you’re the one lucky enough to be under it (assuming you’re not the one being burned), but maybe I will write one just to show why it sucks. Shallan and Adolin are about to find out that almost anywhere else is better for fucking than in the shower…

[necrotic-nephilim]

https://www.tumblr.com/necrotic-nephilim/763098417058775040/no-thoughts-only-jaytim-fucking-in-titans-tower?source=share

+

https://www.tumblr.com/necrotic-nephilim/760168597014413312/bftc-jaytim-fuck-nasty-in-their-batman-suits?source=share

every time these 2 are left alone to fit it ends like this❤️

it ABSOLUTELY does. i love that i have gotten to write a BftC fic and a Titans Tower fic that is just. JayTim fucking nasty. i think these two should end every fistfight with them having sex in increasingly risky places. it's the only way they should resolve their fights from now on, ty for coming to my tedtalk.

[wetcatspellcaster]

you're scaring me with the [redacted] spells and my little dnd brain is trying to guess what they could be. i forget how fucked some of the higher level spells can get. i'm so excited but also scared of you a tiny bit

Look, what I wrote today...? Do I like it? Yes. Do I think it's kind of fucked up of me to suddenly add it in unplanned? Also yes. I'm scared of me a tiny bit.

But now it fits too well in the story so I'm going to have to keep it :)))))))

[squintern-supremacy]

mood honestly

Me, trying to write some sweet, fluff story with a happy ending to heal my soul: and then they hugged and-

My brain:

[baeshijima]

going through all my old hsr and genshin concepts rn and omg i need to write/finish some of these like actually???

like?? wdym i havent started the fallen/banished god!blade x god!reader 20k slow burn pining hurt/comfort "i have never stopped thinking about you for the last millennia and now that you're finally here in front of me once more i won't let you go even if you try to flee" old friends to barely recognisable husk of former self (reader pov of blade) to lovers fic yet???

wdym i havent started the reverse transmigration into a murder mystery novel where ur a side character who gets killed off for cheap plot progression and served as the main character (diluc)'s reason for vengeance with aether and lumine having transmigrated into the novel before your death and save you only to not realise that things happen for a reason and now they are constantly trying to protect you from all forms of death alongside the growing ragtag group of the main cast as they vie for your attention fic yet????

wdym i havent started the kamisama kiss au fic for both genshin and hsr despite having so many brainrots about the possible dynamics between familiar!characters under your contract and fellow god!characters who you meet along the journey of being a god yet???

wdym i havent started the devoted-yet-dramatic knight!argenti x fed-up-but-secretly-loves-it heir!reader 10k comedy pining slight hurt/comfort fic yet???

wdym i havent started that one-sided rivals (character yet to be decided on) time travel into the future where you find yourself married to self-proclaimed rival and have a crisis over how you came to be wed and where this affection from them came to be while they're wondering why you're avoiding them and acting like you did when you were both still students fic yet???

wdym i havent finished the soulmate!blade or actor!blade fics yet despite having so much groundwork laid out for them???

wdym i havent finished the transmigration into a fodder side character and accidentally stealing all the male leads from the female lead and then some more despite it already being 8-9k words in fic yet???

wdym i havent started the hsr version equivalent of the prev wip fic yet???

wdym i havent finished the cat dad bass player previously renowned national fencer university student blade 10k pining fic yet???

wdym i havent finished the hsr celeb/actor!various au despite being 5k words in and constantly revising what characters im actually including in it fic yet???

WDYM I STILL HAVE MORE WIPS ASIDE FROM THESE??????

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Lonely Souls Club 2

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as stalking, loneliness, noncon, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Two lost souls cross, but not all those are lost, want to be found.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Note: Happy New Year!

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Bucky

Bucky feels along the iron bars of the grated door. The metal beneath his leather glove could twist it easily. He doesn’t want to scare her so he won’t. She can’t know he was there. Not yet.

He made up his mind when he saw her leave. He doesn’t have the courage to introduce himself but he can make himself known in other ways. Even in those she doesn’t even notice. He’s going to give her what she needs most; safety.

He slides the file from his sleeve and sets to fiddling with the key slot above the handle. His frustration almost has him breaking the mechanism. No, he can’t. He can pick a damn lock, he’s done it before, it just so happens it’s always easier and faster to just punch a hole through it.

Finally, he gets the door open but there’s another. He sighs and lets the heavier door lean on his arm. Good, she’s not entirely helpless. The double barrier reassures him but you can never be too safe. Especially someone like her. He’s not stupid, he’s definitely not the only one to notice her and her warm eyes or soft lips.

The second lock is much quicker than the last. He closes both as he enters and stops to listen. There’s a thumping above followed by a scream. The churlish wail of a misbehaving child.

He looks around. There isn’t much to the apartment. A single room; a couch with a pull out mattress with its back to the kitchenette set against the far wall. In the corner, just to the left of the counter, there’s another door. He peeks inside; the bathroom stands dark and slightly dingy.

A pang plucks in his chest. She shouldn’t live like this. One room. Like a cage for a mouse. She deserves a lot more than this. If only he could give it to her. He will, when she’s ready to let him.

He paces around, taking in every inch. Her scent lingers. He thinks of sitting on the mattress, of smelling the pillows, but he doesn’t want to disturb too much. Instead, he sets to work.

First, the photos. He takes pictures of every inch. As reference, as fodder for the fantasies that build themselves in his head. Then comes the most important step.

He scratches his chest, his tags sticking to his skin. He didn't realise how he was sweating. He's all worked up, his mind laser focused but his nerves entirely scattered.

He unslings the bag from his shoulder and takes out the small lens. It sits on his fingertip, barely visible against the leather of his glove. One of the few perks that come with his work. A rare benefit between the sleepless nights and bruised ribs.

He puts one in each corner, making certain with the app on his phone that he has all vantage points. He adjusts the one nearest the door. He’ll add one outside as well. Should he put one in the bathroom too?

He crosses the front room and flips on the light for the second room. There’s no window in there. He shouldn’t need to put a lens there but…

He stares at the shower stall. That’s wrong. That’s too far. No, when he sees her like that, he wants it to be special.

He turns off the light and backs out. He does a final lap around the space and stops by the small drawers in the corner. The transparent plastic gives a view of the contents. Her clothing is rolled inside to fit. Even if the drawers are stuffed tight, she doesn’t have much. She deserves more than the gray cotton and faded denim.

He adds that to the list in his phone. He pulls open a drawer and snaps photos of the tags. He’s no good at guessing sizes. Even for himself. It’s why he owns a t-shirt that Sam calls his Hooters shirt. He doesn’t know what that means he just knows it isn't funny.

He glances around one last time. He needs to go. If she comes back, there’s nowhere to hide. If she caught him there, she’d never trust him.

He goes back outside and locks the doors, one a time, with the file and pick. He’s happy to be done with it but forlorn to leave her again. He has no choice, he has a mission. At least, he’ll be able to keep an eye on her.

He tucks his chin down as he heads down the alley. He shoves his hands in his pockets. He should’ve taken something. Just something that smells like her. She wore a bandana the other day, a pretty yellow one with little flowers on it. It was tied around her hairline to sop up her sweat as she cleaned. He saw her wiping the windows but she didn’t see him. She never does.

As he gets to the street, he nearly jumps. She has an armful of bags and doesn’t see him above the grocery peeking out the top. He wants to help her but he finds himself paralysed. He sidles out of her way as she continues on her path, completely unaware of the ghost watching her.

He watches her as she limps down the alley. The bags crinkle noisily and she grunts as she lowers them down to the cracked pavement. She rubs her hips before she finds her keys from her purse. He can hear how she shudders, almost whimpering in pain. He hates that she suffers. He wants to take that from her too.

It’s too early. He doesn’t want to blow this. Sam told him to play it cool. He said girls these days don’t like to be smothered.

He has to make himself walk away as he door opens. Suddenly, he’s very paranoid that she’s going to know he was there. That she’ll sense the intrusion, maybe even find the cameras. As if she’d be inspecting the plaster that closely.

His heart is pumping in his ears. He’s so nervous. And a little guilty. He had no choice. She hadn’t come back to the restaurant. He would’ve tried to be cool. Maybe ask about her book, then introduce himself, she might even give him her name. He knows it but he’d love to hear her say it. To him. And she could say his name too. 

He tries to imagine that and he shivers. One day, he hopes, it won’t all be in his head. But until then, it will have to be. Or at least, nestled in his pocket. He slides out his phone and finds the app still open. There she is, under his eye, under his protection. Safe and sound.

Her

You put the bags on the bed, barely getting that far before the burning turns intolerable. You hiss and sit beside your grocery, holding your hip with one hand, and the armrest with the other. It’s not very far to the store but enough to make it a task.

You take a moment and a breath. You stand and bring one bag to the counter. You unpack the budget staples; a bag of cheap rice, some quick oats, a small bottle of dish soap. Nothing very exciting but enough.

You sit again before you fetch the second bag. Frozen fruit that won’t spoil too fast in the crisper and a loaf of whole wheat. You get everything away and fold up the paper bags.

The pull out frame groans loudly as you lay down. You have your book hugged close but you’re too tired to open it. You try not to bemoan your lack of help. The ministry approved you for a check, but didn’t see the need for more than that. It wouldn’t be much, you barter with yourself, just once a week to help with the big chores.

Maybe they were right though. You get it done. Even if it takes a little time and a lot of pain.

You close your eyes and sink into a half doze. The sort that makes your eyes itchy but can’t soothe your racing mind. You relent, not wanting to sleep so early, and sit up again. You should eat, you forgot to do that before you left.

You drag yourself to your feet and hobble around to the kitchen. You lean on the counter as you flip on the kettle. Quick oats will do, a bit of brown sugar and cinnamon, a dash of milk.

You pause as something catches your eye. Just beside your foot. You grip the laminate and get to your knee. You lift the slender chain from the floorboards, the silver catching the stray sunlight from the window. It’s only a chain. No charm or ornament. You know for certain, it isn’t yours.

You don’t have jewelry. You never really had the need or the money. Aside from the braided bracelet a friend once made for you, you’d never even owned one of those pretty silver lockets you wanted so badly as a girl.

You examine it. The tiny metal balls threaded together. The military sort that snaps off easily. You wonder if maybe you dragged it in. You could see it snagging on your pant leg or even your jacket. Whoever it belongs to, you can’t know. You feel slightly bad that you won’t then be able to give it back.

You clutch the chain as you struggle back to your feet. You coil it up and put it on the kitchen shelf beside the tin of tea bags. It may be a sign that you should pay better attention. Sometimes it feels as if time is just blowing past you like wind.

Bucky

He watches her kneel and retrieve something from the floor. He tilts his head, his thumb at his lips as he sits on a bench, brow furrowed at his phone. What is it?

He uses his fingers to zoom in and notices the slight gleam of something dangling from her hand. His chest thumps as he flattens his palm against it. He drags his touch up to feel around his neck. His tags.

Shit. How did that happen? He was diligent and careful. It looks to be just the chain though…

He stands and slides his phone into his pocket. He tugs at his tee shirt, finding a shape caught where one side is tucked into the top of his jeans. He sighs a breath of relief as he fishes out the metal tag. He can replace the chain. Better yet, she won’t have his name. He’s not ready for that and he knows she isn’t either.

Now he knows he needs to be careful. He’s been careless and so soon. He’s not the soldier he once was. He’s getting complacent. That’s why he needs her. To keep him going.

And she needs him. He watches her limp back to the fold out bed. He had to fight to keep from running back to her apartment. Watching her struggle alone is the hardest part. He feels as if he’s torturing her, just sitting there as she whimpers in agony.

That bed is the biggest issue. Sleeping on that can’t be good for her. The shower is another. She should have a hot tub to soak in when she feels especially bad. And the bags. She shouldn’t be carrying all that alone. She couldn’t even see him over the load. What if he had been some villain?

He can’t fix any of that right now. He has to go. There’s a plane waiting for him, some bad men too. He takes a breath. He has to do this for her. The less evil there is in the world, the safer she is.

He sets his shoulders and begins his march down the street. His steps are certain, his posture is straight, and there’s more than a stone in his heart. There’s a little flutter there. He didn’t realise before what was missing; a purpose. 

Before, he fought, he killed because it’s all he ever knew. Because it’s what they told him to do. Now he has a better reason. The only reason. Her.

[bitethedevil]

WIP - Raphael as the "dad who didn't want a dog"-meme

(This is just a silly little WIP for something that happens much later in my fic More Than Our Fathers (Raphael x Demigoddess!Reader). I just had a weird urge for Raphael to become a dog-dad)

While Raphael was talking to someone, you wandered around a bit. It was all a lot to take in. There were so many miserable soldiers of the Blood War. The conditions on the ground were awful and the camps were, of course, sectioned after hierarchy. The further you walked, the worse the conditions became.

You stopped in your tracks when you heard the hollow sound of what sounded like a tiny bark behind you. You turned around and looked down on the ground. Your eyes softened immediately as you saw the small fiery creature on the ground in front of you.

It looked like a hellhound, but it was much more dog-like than the huge beasts you had seen walking around. It was just a puppy. It had red glowing eyes that were looking up at you. It was clear that it would grow up to be huge from the big floppy ears it had and big paws. Its fur was a rusty reddish color. It was absolutely adorable.

“Hello, you,” you said to it in a baby-voice.

Its tongue lolled out of its mouth and its little tail started wagging. It barked at you and a puff of smoke came out of its mouth. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen during your time in the Hells.

You cast a spell that made you immune to fire. You cast another to make your hand numb, in case it would bite you with those already strong jaws. You knelt down and let it sniff your hand. Its tiny nose sniffed you with curiosity and it let you pet it.

“Oh, aren’t you precious,” you cooed and smiled.

Your smile faltered slightly when you remembered where you were and the fact that this pup would most likely grow up to be fodder for the front lines.

Animals had always been your biggest weakness. You weren’t too fussed about people, but the thought of animals being hurt tugged at your heartstrings.

Raphael had just left the tent where he had talked with the lieutenants, when he found you outside waiting for him. He looked at the puppy in your arms and then at your pleading eyes.

“No,” he said firmly. “Perish the thought.”

“But—”

“No,” he said again. “No pets. Let it go.”

“’It’ is a she,” you said. “She could be a working dog, a guard dog!”

“Sibylla,” he said tiredly.

“You wouldn’t let me get a cat either,” you said. “I’ll take care of her. She won’t go in the furniture, and she’d be well-trained and everything. I’ve owned lots of dogs before.”

“It is not a dog,” he said.

“She,” you corrected.

“Fine. She is not a dog,” he said and pointed at the puppy in your arms. “Not entirely at least. Her mother might have been from the looks of it, but ‘she’ is a hellhound. I am not taking that half-breed into my home.”

You looked at him in outrage and lowered your voice.

“So, what if she’s a ‘half-breed’? So are we, if you want to be technical about it,” you said defensively and held the pup closer to you. “No need to be rude about it.”

“I grew up around those beasts,” he said with disdain as he looked at the pup. “My father has a fondness for them. I am not budging. Let it go.”

“What will happen to if I do?” you said. “Will it survive? Be honest.”

Raphael sighed and gritted his teeth.

“It will not,” he said. “It is the product of a hellhound breeding with a simple dog. The mother never survives, and hence the pups rarely do for long either. It is the way of nature. Now, let it go.”

Your heart broke and you held the pup closer. You felt its warm little nose nuzzle into your neck as you held it, and tears were threatening to fall down your cheeks.

“Don’t,” Raphael warned at seeing your tears. “Not here.”

He looked around to see if anyone was looking in your direction. You started sniffling when the dog licked your cheek.

Raphael groaned in frustration.

“Fine. Keep the damn mutt,” he groaned. “But it will need to be trained and if it ruins any furniture or makes any trouble at all, we are getting rid of it. Understand?”

“Yes, yes,” you said relieved and nodded. “Thank you.”

Raphael looked at the pup with clear disdain. It was staring excitedly at him with its tongue out of its mouth.

“Such an ugly little thing,” he said.

The puppy yipped at him, and smoke and sparks came out of its mouth. Raphael was quick to take a step back. Was he scared of hellhounds? You weren’t going to press him on it now that he had finally said yes.

“I think I’ll name you Asha,” you cooed to the pup. “Do you like that?”

Raphael mumbled something that sounded like ‘spare me’ and rolled his eyes.

Mephistopheles suddenly turned his attention to Asha who had been sitting beside you like a statue for the entirety of the impromptu meeting from your father in law. She was the size of a big grown up dog now, and she was still growing. He looked at her with a toothy smile that could have been interpreted as fond, if you did not know that he was just as much of a performer as his son was.

“Well-trained, isn’t she?” he said in that smooth breathy voice of his. “Impressive. Especially considering that you do not speak Infernal.”

You looked down at Asha. Her red eyes were following Mephistopheles’ movements intently.

“She understands common just fine it seems,” you said. “I have had her since she was a pup.”

“They are quite intelligent creatures,” he said.

“Indeed,” you said. “I understand you have an interest for hellhounds as well.”

“Oh yes,” he said. “I have been breeding my own race of them. It has been a little pet-project of mine for quite some time. They are tougher, meaner, and larger than even the largest of the Nessian warhounds. Of course, they are purebreds, and not mutts like your attentive little girl there.”

You smiled politely, though the smile was strained.

“I’ve always found that mutts have their own charm,” you said.

“Certainly,” Mephistopheles said and turned his attention to you with a charming smile. “Though they are, of course, completely unpredictable. You never know if the pups will grow up to take after their simple dog mothers or their hellhound fathers. No matter what, the blood is diluted, and you often end up with a hound that is of little use. A half-breed pup does not stand a chance in a pack of purebred hellhounds, and they more often than not end up as dinner…”

He might have still been smiling, but you could easily tell in his pale eyes that you were not talking about dogs anymore. His smile widened even more when he heard the familiar ‘poof’ or Raphael appearing behind him. Raphael looked from you to him with a look of surprise and then annoyance.

“Mephistopheles,” Raphael greeted his father with a cold tone. “My apologies. I did not expect a meeting.”

Mephistopheles did not even look back at him but kept his eyes on you.

“I was not here to meet with you, dear son,” he drawled and walked up the steps to where you were sitting. “A pleasure to properly make your acquaintance, Sibylla.”

He kissed your hand while still making eye contact. You pressed back against your seat as he did. Despite yourself, he did terrify you.

He looked down at Asha and smiled. He reached out to pet her. Had he not moved his hand away fast enough, she would have bitten him. The snap of her strong jaws echoed through the throne room. Mephistopheles’ eyes widened for a second, but he quickly brushed it off with a chuckle. Asha growled at him.

“Apologies,” you said to him. “As you said yourself…half-breeds and their unpredictability.”

He smirked at you with just a hint of admiration in his eyes before disappearing in a flash of smoke and embers.

You sighed in relief and the tension in your body disappeared the second your father-in-law did. Asha quickly returned to her cheerful self and started wiggling her entire body in joy as she went to greet Raphael. For once, he leaned down to scratch her behind her ear and her tail started wagging even more.

“Such a good girl,” he praised and petted her. “Yes, you are, darling.”

“Don’t teach her it’s fine to bite guests,” you said to him.

“She is a smart girl,” Raphael said and rubbed Asha’s belly. “She is allowed when the guest in question is my father.”

You rolled your eyes at him but could not help but smile.

[wayrad]

Find The Word

How it works: I search for the words prev assigned me in my latest WIP and then choose four words for you to search in your WIP.

thank you @nicijones for another tag 🩷

My words: test, like, losing, blue

test: (cheating cus i can’t find it in my latest wip, from my otherwise untitled fic called ‘turing test’)

“Why not?” he counters, like he doesn’t see the problem in trading yourself for sex; in selling yourself. Maybe that’s what the test is about. Make a sex-bot who’s more conscious of themselves as a sexual object than how far they can play into being a sex object. So maybe they can be more, even.

like: (from ‘the wrath of the lamb’)

“You get rid of Harding and another CO will come take his place. Or worse,” Curt adds, “Buck could be sent up to LeMay. And you know how they treat their Os at the top of the chain.”

Like breeding fodder.

losing: (from ‘the wrath of the lamb’)

“Losing so many men, with these daylight missions,” John says. “Soon they ain’t gonna have enough alphas left to be this picky.”

Gale’s expression hardens. His scent spikes— irritation. John backs down. “Don’t say that, Bucky.”

blue: (from ‘the wrath of the lamb’)

The band plays Blue Skies, a jovial rendition of the song, and Harding clocks it immediately. Everyone knows it’s John’s song. John and Gale’s song. He knows it immediately; Harding leaning off the bar, snuffing his cigar with his unfinished whiskey. He steps back and offers his elbow, playing at being some gentleman. Gale says something— clipped and fast— but Harding doesn’t move, mouths something like c’mon, sugar.

John crushes his snarl into his glass.

Your words: laugh, mine, damn, attach.

np tagging: @alienoresimagines @anachilles @skyphloxx @soliloquy-dawn @happy-days19

[vladdyissues]

What do you think about au where Danny and Vlad are both teens? I know, there're some variants of this (from Friend From the Other Side to Vlad-befriended-with-Danny-only-for-his-hot-mom), so, I'd like to hear your version.

I actually really like this idea and had a blast drawing it for last year's Pompep Week prompt "Both Teens" (see below)

I'd planned on writing a short fic to go along with it when it came time to post everything on AO3, but I never managed to get too far. That WIP takes place in Danny's timeline (2004), where Vlad is a new kid in class. The working title is The New Kid (lol), which you can see here on my WIP "sort of" masterlist. And since no one asked about that one for the WIP game, here's a snippet:

“What’s your name?”

The boy hesitated. “Vlad.”

Danny’s heart sank. This kid was bully fodder for sure. “Wow. Uh, that’s—”

“Yes, I’m American. Yes, I was born in this country and speak English. No, I’m not a vampire,” the boy named Vlad snapped. 

Danny backpedaled. “It’s okay. I was gonna say it’s a pretty cool name.”

Vlad stared, head cocked and one eye narrowed.

“Yeah. Names that start with V are cool. Valentine, Vincent…”

“You must like Final Fantasy 7.”

After a startled pause, Danny laughed. “Yeah, I walked into that one, didn’t I? What about you? You play video games?”

“A little. Mostly arcade stuff. I’m pretty good at Mortal Kombat.”

Probably poor, Danny decided. “There’s an arcade here in town. I mean, if you don’t already know. They’ve got some good deals if you play by the hour.” He almost offered to meet up there sometime, then he realized he hadn’t even introduced himself. “Um, I’m Danny. Danny Fenton.” He pointed. “Those are my friends, Sam and Tucker. We were wondering if you wanna come sit with us.”

Vlad seemed tempted but cautious. “Really?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry, they’re cool. Besides, you’re fresh meat sitting out here by yourself. The jocks’ll destroy you if they catch wind. C’mon, safety in numbers.”

“I’m not afraid of anyone.”

“Oh, you will be, trust me. Dash Baxter thinks it’s his personal duty to welcome every new student to Casper High by giving them a super wedgie, and you don’t even wanna see what he’s like when he’s in a bad mood.”

“Wow. Guy sounds like a fucking troglodyte.”

The smoothness with which the F-bomb was delivered stunned Danny for a few seconds. But then he smiled, invigorated by the sharp, cynical intellect he’d just discovered. “A total fucking troglodyte.”

A beat passed, then Vlad shouldered his backpack and gathered his lunch.

While I mostly prefer older Vlad and younger Danny because of the uneven power dynamic, it's fun to level the playing field every now and then and let them be the same age.

[tervaneula]

As a culmination of "some boys do lay eggs", "make your home in me", and the sneak peak you recently posted, I've been having some Thoughts.

Do you think maybe at some point late in the war, f!Leo stopped laying eggs (due to the stresses his body was under) and he assumed that he had hit the turtle equivalent of menopause a little early?

And maybe, after he had been back a while, and after he had started dating Yuichi and they had started having some *fun* together, his cycle starts up again.

And what if—hear me out—he has no idea until the events of "cracks never healed (they can heal now)" and his eggs show up on the X-rays they take of his shell?

Can you imagine the whirlwhind of panic (oh holy shit I was NOT planning on having any babies and now they might be well on their way), hope (maybe it would be nice to raise babies with Yuichi, and Yuichi seems really excited about the possibility), and disappointment (finding out the eggs are unfertilized, and he and Yuichi are genetically incompatible).

Just a thought! I love your NQK Romance Spinoff so much!

The way my jaw dropped when I saw the sheer length of this ask—

Oh gosh THIS IS SO GOOD. SO SO GOOD, ALL OF IT, AAAHHSGFHJ. It could 100% happen just like this if I hadn't planned and already written some of the storylines concerning this whole thing! I'm taking a different route but oh my gosh dang ahhhgg I'm so delighted by your thoughts on this, absolute mastermindery connecting all of the fics and bits in a way that didn't cross my mind even once.

Like in reality, Leonardo knows he stopped producing eggs because of the stress and malnourishment, and is expecting that his cycle will restart again at some point. In NQK canon he meets Yuichi two years after the timey wimey shenanigans so at that point he's already had at least a season or two.

But he also knows that he and Yuichi are not genetically compatible from the start. This comes up in two of my current WIPs and oh my gosh the first one is so funny...... though I promised myself that I wouldn't finish either of those until I've posted their first date cause they spicy lmao

Your version definitely would result in more drama and I'm LIVING for it, no kidding, and will probably use it for daydream fodder. Very tasty, delicious, 10/10 would wine and dine again.

Can you imagine the whirlwhind of panic (oh holy shit I was NOT planning on having any babies and now they might be well on their way), hope (maybe it would be nice to raise babies with Yuichi, and Yuichi seems really excited about the possibility), and disappointment (finding out the eggs are unfertilized, and he and Yuichi are genetically incompatible)

^ this is so goooood I absolutely can imagine it. I don't know how egg fertility is checked but for the question to even come up will imply to their families that Leonardo and Yuichi have had unprotected adult fun time, and I don't think either are very comfortable to suddenly be in that situation 😂

ANYWAY, thank you SO MUCH for thinking your thoughts and sharing them with me!!! I don't have the words to express how incredible it feels to receive an amazing ask like this!!!!!! Thank you for loving the romance spinoff, this means so much to me 😭💜💜💕

[dreamwatch]

Get to know me tag game

Thanks for the tags @gleek4twd and @tinytalkingtina! 💗

Favourite colour: I genuinely can’t settle on one. I think I’m mostly drawn to blues and greens, teal and lavender colours.

Last Song: Hotel California by the Eagles. (On my Eagles bullshit again, brewing a Steddie WIP…)

Currently reading: Pfft, what am I not reading? I’ve got 200 tabs of fics open on my iPad and I’m jumping around all over the place, but mostly Steddie Big Bang fics at the moment.

Currently watching: Season 4 of Slow Horses, and going down multiple YouTube rabbit holes. Current obsessions include wood turning, submarines and air crash investigations.

Currently craving: PPIs. No joke, I have severe GERD and I need to do a test that requires me to be off my meds for 10 days minimum so they don’t fuck with the results. It’s agony, and all I can think about is chomping on Omeprazole on Friday.

Coffee or tea: Coffee, vats and vats of it. I’d mainline it if I could.

A hobby you would like to try: Shit, there’s not many I haven’t already tried tbh. Dressmaking/sewing/quilting I think, quilting in particular. I’ve always said if I ever move anywhere with enough room I’m going to buy a sewing machine.

An AU you’re working on/thought of: Okay, none of these are being worked on, I’m not committing to another big fic until I finish the ones I’m already writing, buuuuut…

An Officer and a Gentleman. That ending gets me every fucking time, and I don’t know how I would Steddiefy it but I’d try. Steve in the Zak role and Eddie would obviously be his Paula. ❤️ I like it too because there is plenty of angst in the movie. Lots to play with.

A Star Is Born. I mean, pretty self explanatory that one, but it hit me recently that this would be perfect fodder for Steddie. Eddie in the Jackson Maine role (I mean, you could do the 1937, 1954 or 1976 versions instead, but I’m thinking 2018), and Steve in the Ally role. Full of romance, angst, drama and a bit of whump, delicious.

Ok this is the one I really want to write: Vietnam War. It’s a special interest for me, I have a lot of books on the subject, I’ve watched the Ken Burns doc more times than is healthy, and my first major fandom was The A Team, which was pure 80s action entertainment for the family, but the fanfic… oh, the fanfic. ❤️ This is the one I’ve given really serious thought to, but it’s also the one that needs a lot of research. I have a starting point, Eddie receiving his draft letter, coming home from work and Wayne at the kitchen table with the letter in his hand, absolutely dejected because he knows what it is. Thing is, I’m not sure that it’s a big sprawling epic of a plot that I want to write, more moments in time, vignettes, and maybe not all Eddie POV either. I have an idea for Jonathan meeting Nancy, who is an army nurse, and them falling in love. I think a series might work better, I dunno. But yeah, it’s always rattling around at the back of my mind.

God, I really waffle, don’t I?

No pressure tags as always, apologies if you’ve already been tagged and apologies if you really don’t want to do this.

@jo-harrington @the-unforgivenn @thisapplepielife @kikidoesfanfic @vthx @occasionaloverboy @hitlikehammers

[alicentrasers]

Hi there ! For the WIP game, can you tell me about Monnk le Vod'ika Grande or Oceanic discovery please ? 🙏

Of all the things for you to pick, it's the one I know the least about and the one I can talk forever about, lmao

-*-

Monnk le Vod'ika Grande is basically a series of cobbled together ideas that I've been slowly going through and cannibalizing for other works. It was mainly written by an old co-author I had back in 2021, with discord convos and 3am rambles.

It is literally only 4 paragraphs of rambling, and only 3 of them pertain directly to Monnk or Fisto lol

Here's a section I have deemed Safe for Public Consumption:

"CC-4583, hold his hand and walk him slowly. SHAAK TI FUCKING PLANNED THIS BC SHE KNEW BABY BOY NEEDS TO BE HELD AND THAT KIT IS A FUCKING HUGGER

Shaak Ti, expert clone/jedi matchmaker.

MONNK HAS GLASSES AND EVERYONE CAN FIGHT ME ON THIS

Kit Karking Fisto is hanging out with his wonderful Commander in the Senate building, the Mon Cala Senator has arrived and they were the escort, one of the bitchier Senators calls Monnk to soft and stupid to even have the honor of being considered canon fodder, it was prolly that one Kaminii, and Kit Karking Fisto pushes her down the stairs, Picks up his Commander, and leaves"

There was originally more than 4 paragraphs... Those have been, uh, /displaced/

-*-

Oceanic Discovery

Literally been working on this for over 3 years. That sounds impressive - it is not. Especially considering the fact that it's been rewritten 4 times and has sprouted 2 other fics that need to be completed and posted in sequence with it. It's a mess, I love it dearly, it's the bane of my existence.

General timeline places it after the Blue Shadow Virus and after Rex was shot in the chest- but I made both slightly more severe and the Clones a little more particular and paranoid about who exactly is allowed to care for their Captain (there's a lot of lore and background behind that decision that I will not explain here. Perish.) Basically leading them to break Rex out of Naboo and send him on a shuttle w only Kix to Coruscant in order to recover the majority of his medical care from literally their top scoring clone CMO.

That's the only background I'm giving as THATS COVERED IN ANOTHER 3 WIPS, OMG WHY AM I DOING THIS.

anyway

A portion Command squad is on leave- Rex wants to escape Kix's loving care, Fox knows a guy at the aquarium, Jellyfish.

Here's a section deemed safe for public Consumption:

"Thorn: @cody are you still alive, coaster?

Cody: I hate you both

Thorn: lol, I'm not the one stealing your captain

Keeli: Where are you guys going, all civvied up?????

Cody: This is the only day we all have leave, so we're headed to the aquarium

Rex: I get to see 💞✨Jellyfish✨💞

Rex: 🌟😊🌈⭐✨💞🥰😍✨

Bly: careful, you're going to set the monitor off >~>

Rex: no I wooont~

Rex: 💖💞💓💗💖💕💞💗💗💓💕💓💞💗💗💓

Rex: I set the monitor off….

Rex: Kix threatened to take away my comm ;-;

Cody: lol, I'm on the way. Did Kix pack you a Go-Bag?

[Rex sent an image] i.d. Shows a medical wheelchair with an odd bag strapped to it, holding a portable O2 filter, Med kit, and small emergency O2 tank

Rex: it looks so unbalanced, attached to the chair 😣

Keeli: I'm sure it's function outweighs the appeal, lol

Rex: did you swing by Jesse’s room to grab my stuff????

Cody: yep

Rex: 💖💖💖✨✨💖✨💖💖✨

Rex: o shit

Bly: Wait, why was it in this “Jesse”’s room??

[Rex is now offline]"

Uh... It's currently in the middle of a rewrite and the only thing acceptable to me, right now, is the beginning texting portion....

ANYWAY

I have made artwork for this fic, and it's posted in the 79's Discord. Feel free to search up my name as I do not remember when I posted it.

-*-

Xoxo, hope that answered some curiosity. I'll answer follow up questions as well. Most Lore related stuff is answered in my ongoing chatfic Landline Across the Galaxy on AO3.

[thedeadparrot]

Wout/Christophe Fanfic Recs

for @wtfanworkclassification TDF Rest Day 2

What is there to say about Wout/Christophe as a pairing? It's about starting anew with a different team and finding your confidence because you can keep up with one of the best riders in the world. It's about working in service for someone else and finding your own glory in it. It's about selflessness, giving back what you've been given. It's about your own private breakaway enduring to the finish line.

It's about your own weird, insular team that doesn't like making friends outside of itself. It's about competing against each other in international competition, your goals and motives no longer aligned.

As a pairing, it's not quite as fraught as Wout/Mathieu or as gentle as Wout/Jonas. It exists in an in between state. The same and yet different. I still love it anyway.

Anyway, here's the recs. (Yes, this is all of the ones in English on AO3. No, I'm not sorry.)

Another Night, Another Town - by superSepia (@flourbray) - a lovely little collection of drabbles, little glimpses into their relationship over the years, leaving you wanting more. Technically a WIP, but I think it stands alone as it is.

So much wine and The long and winding road - by and_nobody_noticed (@interdisciplinary-disaster) - the first is a brutal gutpuch after the European Championships, a kind of falling out of love because it can't survive the real competition; the second is a healing story about them after they've figured it out and are enjoying training camp in Tignes. Both lovely in their own ways. I love reconciliation fic, stories about figuring out how to put things back together after they've been broken, and I think there's something especially powerful about reading them when you get to see how things were broken in the first place.

Never have I ever - by F_FT (@fftifft) - I love some good poly fic, and I especially love addressing the existence of real life partners. This is mostly super hot foursome fic about Wout discovering that he is way more into kissing his teammate than he thought he was originally. Still hoping for a sequel one day, but it also ends in the perfect place.

Cadeu - by Anonymous - Oh, this is such a beautiful alternate take from and_nobody_noticed's on the European Championships. Christophe's feelings feel so achingly real. Both his love and his uncertainty. Love wins in the end, okay?

its own kind of blasphemy - by curious_bibliophile (@inbetweenpages) - a vivid drabble about devotion and loyalty and also religion. Just everything I want out of the pairing.

breathe out - by @leadouttrain - a moment in time from the first stage of Paris-Nice, capturing Christophe's uncertainty with a new team and his joy at the win. The image of Christophe and Wout huddled underneath a team-branded comforter will stick with me.

all i can do is watch - by curious_bibliophile (@inbetweenpages) - sorry not sorry that I brainwormed curious_bibliophile into thinking about spy!Wout and handler!Christophe, which produced this tense little moment full of messy feelings and unvoiced yearning. Not a secret that I love miserable pining, and this has it in spades.

Extra Wout/Jonas/Christophe Recs

So much of the interesting team dynamics of Wout/Christophe and Wout/Jonas, now in a poly beehive form.

hold you tight (like the moon in the arms of the sky) and lining's silver, grass is greener (i'm on my way) - by @etapereine - these are small, quiet, intimate stories about the three of them navigating their relationships and supporting each other. I love the quiet mood and how lightly and yet how vividly their interactions are drawn.

work on it - by @leadouttrain - Tignes training camp (pictured above) was such perfect fodder for this trio. This is super hot and full of interesting dynamics. (did I mention it's hot?)

[oswaldthatendswald]

For the fruit emoji ask game!!

🍈 and 🍇

Rad questions! I'll answer them in the order I think flows best.

🍇 Is there a particular scene/episode/book/etc that you want to just write a million fics about, over and over? Which one?

I mean, the obvious answer is Minion Island. That kind of haunts my Cora Lives AU (Then Somebody Out There Loves You). It's kind of the perfect tragedy, in that if one thing had gone differently, Cora might have survived-- or Law might have died. Plus, sacrifice is just so tasty. Absolutely ideal writing fodder. The secret bonus answer is Marineford, because you have no idea how many Marineford AUs I've plotted out but not written.

The rest of this is going to get SO long, so I'll put it under the cut.

🍒 What’s your favorite character dynamic to write? (Can be romantic or platonic, specific or general!)

I really enjoy writing about familial relationships, whether biological or found. More specifically (and I think this is pretty clear from my works on AO3) I'm compelled by dysfunctional sibling relationships. There's a famous bit from the play Antigone (by Sophocles) that I think about a lot (I am sorry I need to be pretentious just for a second). She says that if her husband died, she could marry another, if her child dies, she could bear another, but it is her brother that has died, and she can never have another. She's saying that sibling relationships are irreplaceable (I could go into details on this quote and why it sticks with me, but that'll get so long). I'm interested in what happens when those relationships sour. What do you do when the person you've grown up with, who should have known you best, becomes a stranger-- or worse, an enemy?

I also really like writing parent and child relationships, but that's because I saw X-Men with Hugh Jackman at a very formative age and it convinced me that the accidental father figure trope was incomparably sexy.

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

I mean. It's Cora. Rocinante is my favorite character in One Piece and also maybe anything ever? He's just so goddamn interesting. I could talk about him literally for hours. At this point I have written some 100 000 words of Cora-centric fic (or published words, I should say. There's a lot more in wips and fics I decided not to post). There's a lot of random headcanons I have for him that really only make sense in the context of my AU. I suppose I shall simply reveal my thought processes behind some of what's going on there!

This is going to be so long. I'm not sorry, you asked for this.

I tend to write Cora as suffering from a lot of guilt, and fairly self-destructive as a result. My favorite example is the long-standing coffee thing in my AU: he drinks his coffee sweet when he's in a good mood and bitter when he's feeling bad. The implication is that it's a very quiet self-harm behaviour (though that's meant to be very subtle in the fics-- but note that Law will add sugar to Cora's coffee on a bad day. He knows what's up). I also really... enjoy? Is that the right word? Anyway, writing self-sacrifice as a form of self-destruction. That's, uh. Foreshadowing for some of the themes in Cry Havoc. It might also give you some context for things that have already happened in the AU though!

I also really love playing with Cora's name. Different characters call him different things, and that's meant to reveal parts of how they see him. He calls himself Rocinante, and so does Sengoku. Law is the only character to call him Cora-san, of course. Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo (as well as the rest of the Hearts) call him Cora. Doflamingo calls him Roci in his internal perspective (as do their parents), even when he calls him Corazon in dialogue. Another bit of foreshadowing: we're coming up on the perspectives of some characters that will be calling him Corazon (and perhaps other names? Who knows!) (me. I know).

The hill upon which I will die is that Cora is not just competent, but a little bit scary (or terrifying, if you're on the wrong side). He might be a silly goofy guy, but he also spent six months burning down hospitals. The bit where he steals the Ope-Ope is SO good in the anime; it really struck me how powerful his Devil Fruit could be in the right hands (his). That weaponized silence is an idea that's only hinted at in canon, but the more I thought about it, the more I was like Oh Shit That's A Nightmare Actually. Besides that, he was undercover in a pirate crew for at least three years! He knows what he's doing! He's exceptionally good at his job. I do think sometimes I overcompensate; he is supposed to be goofy as well, and I don't always remember to incorporate that part. But it's not my fault! I just think he's so goddamn cool.

Thank you very much for the questions! I had a lot of fun answering them (obviously-- I think I went a little over the top)!

[droumack]

okay first of all there should be an all of the above option for your wip poll because I want ALL of them, and second, another idea that you or someone else might be inspired by - NHL breeding program where players who can get pregnant (omegaverse, carrier 'verse, wolf 'verse, etc) and are drafted in the top x are obligated to meet specific performance markers or else provide the program with new fodder a member of the next generation of hockey players. the breeding program naturally selects who the father will be (could be an older/retired player selected for optimal performance of the next gen, or sponsors/other rich people who pay for the privilege where the league gets $$ and the father can brag about it.) Jo, unfortunately, has not met these performance metrics, and if he wants to stay in the league and not incur a massive fine, he's gotta be impregnated by the sire of the league's choice, and the deadline is looming.

Jo doesn't mean to get knocked up by Nate, and Nate doesn't mean for it to happen (in fact, he might've thought of it as a one and done thing, he certainly doesn't know that it resulted in Jo getting pregnant, like he knows it's supposed to happen around this time but it doesn't occur to him that the father might be him), but by the time Jo realizes who the father actually is (and it's not older dude who league chose and Jo didn't like very much), it's far too late. if the truth comes out, it will be a Scandal.

this is an absolutely INSANE plot which i ADORE.

Lord have mercy idk if i have another longform fic in me this summer but golly gee i hope someone else does

[ardentpoop]

tagged by @offdensen (thank you!! 💖) rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs

my drive is a hot mess but i did actually go through and count bc i was curious. I apparently have around 75 loosely-defined "wips." often I will open a doc and just chuck a single concept in there for later and then never touch it again. in terms of pieces ive actually worked on within the past month there are 2 :) my other thing is that i rarely ever title shit i'm writing until the very end when i'm ready to share it. when i'm lucky a good title comes to me mid writing process so i don't have to agonize over it later. w/ that said the titles of these docs are all either indecipherable nonsense or very plainly stating what i think the thing will be abt before i start writing it lol. here are a few that i wouldn't be embarrassed to talk about: -untitled novel -the ritual -the office (yeah this one is jim/dwight/pam lmao) -shiv fic (i think of this one dearly and often) -sam post-series -sam leaves (one of the current wips!) -original fiction icebreaker JUST WRITE!!! -jeremy/kieran (lmfao) -jack kline -genderswap gerriroman -dinfoyle 2 -book concepts -A&Z letter -gilmore girls -TUA fic fodder

tagging @adihildilid and @horseforeplay to participate but obviously feel free to disregard :-)