#fic prep

[durgeapologist]

DreadRook Playlist for WIP Fic

Currently working on preparation for my WIP DreadRook fic, and decided to post my playlist for ease of access. Meant to follow the story tonally and lyrically, this playlist embodies their dynamic from beginning to end.

Personal Favorites:

Suffering by Amélie Farren

Blood In The Wine by Aurora

Allies or Enemies by The Crane Wives

Running With The Wolves by Aurora

Neath the grove is a heart by Yaelokre

[die-mitri]

Hello folks! Just dropping in to let y'all know that I'm currently working on a pre-apology Bakugou character analysis. It's gonna be one of 4 or 5 analyses. I'm also gonna write a post-apology bkg analysis, as well and companion analyses for Izuku. Maybe even one to analyze their relationship, its changes, and some predictions. All of this is in preparation for a slowburn, canon-compliant bkdk fic. I just REALLY want to get into their heads so I can keep them as in-character as possible.

Anyways, all of that is to say the current analysis I'm writing is 3,705 words and it's not even done. I still have a conclusion to write and some editing to do lol.

So keep an eye out if you're interested and feel free to bug me about finishing them so I can have proper motivation.

[navybrat817]

Please, sir. 🔥

S H A R P E R (2023) dir. Benjamin Caron

[ash-and-starlight]

The world needs more Yue and Zuko friendship, I squeal just thinking abt the parallels. They deserve a life changing field trip together and if u have abt ideas I’m all ears 👀

Hiii anon this ask fermented in my inbox and in my brain for so long,, so take this??? Post canon yue lives/no war au arts?? Anyway aside from the Parallels and their political position & their duty before hoes grindset I think they could learn a lot from each other. With zuko learning the gift of patience & diplomacy from yue & Yue learning that allowing yourself to feel anger and speaking up can actually be Good.

anyway hypothetical life changing trip outcome: zuko takes an intro gender studies class and yue says fuck

(oh and also must not forget the crush on sokka)

[crsssie]

class cancelled. see you online - professor!simon riley x professor!reader

In the early years when he first started, Simon didn't cancel class. It was kind of well known at that point. He'd rather spend the class chattering about his wife than cancel class, so imagine everyone's surprise when he sent out the collective email detailing that he was canceling class because his wife was in labor.

What.

He sent them the slides for the day and a previous recording from a while back, letting them know that class on Thursday would be on zoom — a link that he will post onto the class canvas eventually.

He signs off the email with a photo of the baby locked by a password hidden in the slides, and he replies to everyone's congratulations once you're back in the home. He ends up staying back to teach the rest of the term from home because he was taking care of the baby

It was something briefly mentioned on his rate my professor, detailing how Professor Riley had "Moved the rest of our semester online because he wanted to stay home and take care of his wife. How did the school allow this?" and "I for one loved the online classes and congrats to him for finally being a father — 5/5 for my semester tbh" but truth was while the rate my professors ratted him out, his students didn't mention that class was moved online at the time.

So, when he lets his class know that he'll be out for a couple of weeks and moving class online, everyone sends in their congratulations early, earning a furrow of his brows and a laugh from your lips as he reads his emails to you.

"They really read their RMP reviews huh?"

"Sure did. I didn't even mention it this time. I barely talk about our daughter." He hums, hand on your bump as the second kicks at it.

"Well, I think I walked in once or twice." You hum. "Besides, they like it online."

"I do too." He mumbles, pinching at his daughter's cheeks as she giggles. "But most people don't pick up enough when you teach online."

"That's true." You take the berry from your daughter's hand as she hands one to you and presses another to Simon's lips.

"Thank you, sweetheart."

She nods, eyes glued back onto the screen as you glance at the recent check-up results.

"You bet Johnny's gonna cancel class too?"

"Heard he already told his students."

"Crazy."

[lucky-fy]

For the Laicion nation (aka, me and three other people)

I had this illustration commissioned (a big thank you to @lunehowls) for my werewolf AU Laicion fic (still a WIP).

The general pitch is as follows :

AU in which Laios never got to meet his sister again, putting his life on a whole other path, a more desperate one. A military deserter with barely a coin to his name, Laios hitches a ride on a boat to one of the elven continents, where he learns about magical tattoos that binds one’s soul to a wolf’s, effectively making them artificial werewolves. Illegal magic be damned, this feels like the answer to… everything.

In the process, he learns about the existence of an illegal fighting ring in one of the elven cities, where beastmen gladiators gather. Freshly tattooed and without anywhere else to go to, Laios decides to head there, where he meets Lycion, an elf and artificial werewolf gladiator. If they first bond over a simple shared meal, by spending time together (sharing the same room in the barracks, maybe the same bed? gasp) they find that they have a lot in common, notably a shared distaste for the body they were born in, a dysphoria partially remedied by becoming a werewolf.

They bond :)

NB: I commissioned another piece, go take a look :D

[kynibyou]

just so you know, your f/o has a note in the notes app on their phone to keep track of all of the little things about you and of all the things you enjoy! they love adding to the note every time they learn something new about you 💗

[itsybitsybatsyspider]

Some Peter designs for the fantastic fic Dark Matter by @mysterycyclone. An absolutely amazing story and one of my favorite fics

Been two years a while since i drew for it so i wanted to give it another go now that part one has been completed! Will probably draw some more soon, but for now have this!

[durgeapologist]

Organized DA World State

hi hello i hope you are well 💜 you are more than welcome to skip right over this post if you don't care too much about fic prep works! i'll put the information below the break so it doesn't take up your whole TL <3 this fic prep is for my WIP dreadrook fic, but is doubling as my ref material for other DA fics :)

Dragon Age Origins

Warden: (Morana) Female Surana, Circle Mage Elf

Romanced: Alistair (Alive, Warden)

End Of Game: Alive (Canon Divergent Dark Ritual, OGB Non-Existent), Killed Archdemon, Went to Weisshaupt With Alistair

DLCs: Awakening

Current Status: literally don't ask idk haven't made up my mind i am LOSING it instead <3

Companions: Alistair, Morrigan (Left Party), Wynne (Left Party), Zevran, Oghren / Anders (Conscripted), Nathaniel (Conscripted), Oghren (Conscripted), Sigrun (Conscripted), Velanna (Not Conscripted)

Major Decisions -> Roadmap

Saved Mages (First Enchanter Alive)

Helped Redcliffe Village

Saved Isolde & Connor (Circle of Magi Ritual, Jowan Alive)

Left Ashes Alone (Cultists Killed, Dragon Killed)

Brokered Peace Between Werewolves and Dalish (Zathrian Dead)

Destroyed Anvil (Branka Killed)

Named Harrowmont King

Anora Ruling Alone (Alistair Duel, Loghain Killed)

Saved Vigil’s Keep

Let Architect Go

Dragon Age 2

Champion: (Wren) Female Hawke, Mage / Purple & Blue

Romanced: Anders (Friendship, Alive)

End Of Game: Alive (Sided With Mages), Left With Anders Into Hiding

DLCs: N/A

Current Status: In the Fade

Companions: Carver (Rivalry, Wardens), Aveline (Rivalry, Married Donnic) Varric (Friendship, Saved Bartrand), Anders (Friendship, Elthina Distracted), Fenris (Rivalry, Varania Spared), Merill (Rivalry, Eluvian Destroyed), Isabela (Friendship, Didn’t Return)

Major Decisions -> Roadmap (Potential TBE)

Took Carver and Anders To Deeproads (Carver Joined Wardens)

Saved Vicount’s Son

Sided Against Sister Peatrice

Isabela Didn’t Return Artifact

Dueled Arishok

Anders Spared (Joined Final Fight, Went Into Hiding)

Sided With Mages

Dragon Age: Inquisition

Inquisitor: (Valenvia) Female Lavellan, Mage / Blue

Romanced: Solas (Canon Divergent Break-Up Post-Trespasser), Married Cullen (Canon Divergent Post-Game Relationship)

End Of Game: N/A For Base Game

DLCs: Trespasser

Current Status: Living Her Best Retired Militant Polictian Life

Companions: Cassandra (Reform Seekers), Solas (Off Being the Dread Wolf I GUESS / Spirit Saved), Varric (?? does he even have an impactful comp quest? one of them is tied to main story and offers no choice for him so), Sera (Left Inquisition), Vivienne (No Wyvern Heart), Blackwall (Warden), Dorian (Reunite With Father), The Iron Bull (Chargers Saved), Cole (More Human), Leliana (Softened Divine), Cullen (Quit Lyrium), Josephine (Family Reputation Saved Diplomatically)

Major Decisions -> Roadmap (Potential TBE)

Declared Against Being Herald Of Andraste

Sided With Mages (Free)

Celene Saved (Joint Rule With Briala, Gaspard Exiled, Court Favor Won, Florianne Arrested)

Inquisition Disbanded

Vowed To Stop Solas

Dragon Age: Veilguard

Rook: (Mirazel) Female Thorne, Mage / Purple & Red

Romanced: Lucanis (Canon Divergent Break-Up Post-Game), Solas (Canon Divergent Post-Game Relationship)

End Of Game: Taking A Break From Wardens, Living At The Lighthouse

DLCs: N/A

Current Status: I GUESS WE’LL FIND OUT

Companions: Harding (Remember Herself), Neve (Protect Dock Town), Bellara (Keep The Archive), Lucanis (Imprison Illario), Davrin (Griffons With Wardens), Taash (Embrace Rivaini Culture), Emmerich (Acquired Lichdom)

Major Decisions -> Roadmap (Potential TBE)

Sent Mayor To Wardens

Saved Treviso

Punched First Warden (RAAHHH)

Chose Davrin For Second Team Leader (Canon Divergent Destiny / HE’S NOT [REDACTED]. I REPEAT HE IS NOT [REDACTED].)

Chose Neve For First Set Of Wards (Alive)

Chose Bellara For Second Set Of Wards (Strife Alive, Alive)

Chose Harding For Juggernaut (Alive)

Chose Emmerich for Venatori Mage (Alive)

Chose Harding For Holding The Line (Alive)

Sometimes Sacrifice, Sometimes Fight, Sometimes Trick, Sometimes Un-Romanced Redemption (“Depending On The Story”)

[cozymochi]

gonna give myself impossible odds. If i pull for spelldrive leona with one ten key and he actually shows up i’ll post about some leona centric concept me and oddberry have been invested in for months

If he doesnt it’ll continue to rot privately for as long as … whenever

[lotus-pear]

i think you guys are onto smth..

i unironically got invested in this HELP

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #130

You know that trope where SI employees call Peter "Stark Jr."?

Fic where Tony learns about this and loves it. One night, at one of their weekly Ironfam dinners, he gleefully brags about it in front of May

In retaliation, May says to Tony, "Okay, Parker Sr."

No angst miscommunications, just hilarity. Everyone knows this is about the honor of being included in each other's families

[frost-queen]

Quiet dreamers (Reader x Klaus Baudelaire)

Requested by anon Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @alex--awesome--22, @ellie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve , @queen-of-books , @glimmering-darling-dolly , @denkisclown , @wildieflower , @meyocoko , @justanothercoco, @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23 , @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @swampything07, @melsunshine , @panhoeofmanyfandoms , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 , @markive-m,

Lunch time.

The cafeteria was quiet. Unlike any other cafeteria one could be accustomed to. Yet this was no ordinary cafeteria. It was Prufrock prep’s cafeteria. Where students were kept in check. Due to the seriousness of the school, there became an unwritten rule that lunch time was being held in silence. Any talking could draw the attention of teachers, would draw the attention to punishment. The silence had woven a way into the school’s spirit.

At one of the tables sat you. Picking at your food as it was never something tasty. Nothing that made you yearn for lunch time with treats. Common food that barely had any taste. You were alone sitting at the long table benches. Your fork going mindlessly around in your plate as your gaze was focused forwards. Barely any movement from your eyes as you were lost. Lost in your own thoughts. It was a habit you had picked up along the way. Since talking wasn’t much allowed. Or at least no one did loudly enough for the teachers.

Eyes barely tracking anything. Locked on the distance as you lived your life in your mind. When on one talked to you, you created the habit of taking comfort in you own company. At first it was very little, then it became more frequent. A bad habit Prufrock prep had enabled on you. It wasn’t that you had much friends. Not until the Baudelaire children arrived. You sort of enrolled into them as you were somewhat friends with Isadora and Duncan Quagmire. Through them you came in contact with the Baudelaire children. No longer so alone anymore.

So caught up with yourself, you didn’t hear the upcoming footsteps. The movement nearing, followed by whispering. The Quagmire’s and Baudelaire’s came sitting around you. – “Midday Y/n.” – Isadora said, seeing you not respond. Violet wanted to snap her finger in front of you as Klaus kept her hand down.  – “Allow me.” – he said, getting back up.

Coming around the table to where Duncan was sitting beside you. With a simple gesture he asked for Duncan to make some room. Duncan scooted over, making room for Klaus. Klaus came sitting backwards. Back against the table to get a clearer view of you. Klaus placed his hand on yours.

“Y/n.” – he said softly giving your hand a squeeze. His touch made you blink surprised, seeing your friends suddenly around you. – “How long have you been here?” – you asked, not sure how long they were here. Having lost track of time. Klaus sheepishly back at you.

“You were in your head again, Y/n.” – he replied tapping you on your forehead. – “Oh…” – was your first response, feeling a bit embarrassed. Looking shyly down. Klaus took your hand, placing it fully in his. – “It’s alright.” – he whispered to you, knowing a bit already how you were. He didn’t blame you. Prufrock was a place where you wanted to escape. Even when it was in your own head.

Where it was much saver and much more interesting. Klaus swept his legs over the bench, to sit straightforward. They started whispering, keeping their heads low. You kept a smile up, following for a little while. Till you started to think of other things. Slowly drifting away as their words became muffled mouth movements. Barely paying attention to what they were saying, but still engaging in the conversation with little head nods.

You blinked surprised when they suddenly got up. – “What... what’s going on? Where are we going?” – you asked, getting up as well. Taking your tray in your hand. – “Didn’t you hear anything I said?” – Duncan questioned, quirking his eyebrow up. – “Of…of course…” – you answered, not wanting to sound like you didn’t. You quirked up a silly smile to show him, you understood. Sunny looked up to you, shaking her little head. She knew you were lying. Your friends carried on as you simply followed them. Having no clue of the context of their leaving.

Setting the tray away, you dusted your hands off, jogging after them. Klaus waited for you by the door, coming to step in line with you. – “We are heading for the sport tracks, dreamer.” – Klaus informed you, tapping you on the cheek. – “Oh…” – you responded as it made him laugh. Known to your simple ‘oh’s of recognition that you completely missed the point.

Isadora, Duncan, Violet and Sunny taking the lead as Klaus remained by your side. – “I’m sorry.” – you told him, feeling a bit guilty. Fidgeting with your uniform from the nerves. Klaus noticed it, taking your hand to stop you from fidgeting. He brought your hand up, giving you a little tug that you were closer to him. – “I don’t need an apology dreamer.” – he told you. His response made you smile back at him.

Klaus lowered his hand, slowly taking his hand out of yours. Tugging them in his pockets. – “How are classes Y/n?” – he asked curious, pushing his glasses further up his nose. – “Why do you ask?” – you answered a bit suspiciously. – “I’m just asking.” – Klaus responded with a shrug of his shoulders.

“You think I barely catch up with him schoolwork, thinking I am not paying much attention, don’t you?” – you called out to him with an accusing point. – “Well are you?” – Klaus came to a stop, tilting his head a bit. You tried to keep a serious face, keeping your glare up, but it soon faltered. There was no lying to him.

Your hand dropped, shoulders slouching down with a deep sigh. – “Maybe…” – you said quietly don’t wanting to admit to it much. – “Y/n.” – Klaus groaned out that you weren’t paying attention. – “I can’t help it!” – you shouted back, pressing your palms against your eyes.

Klaus sighed soft, looking back at his sisters and the Quamire’s. – “Wait!” – he shouted loud for their attention. They all paused, turning around. – “Y/n and I am heading for the library.” – he said. Your friends simply nodded, continuing to leave. – “Why are we going to the library?” – you asked him. Klaus gave you a look, taking your hand. – “To study dreamer.” – he told you.

You let Klaus take you to the library to study. Education was important to him. His mind like a book computer. Everything he ever read still vivid in his mind, the information easy to grab. Like picking it from the shelves. You entered the library as it was almost deserted. But a few students who preferred to avoid the cafeteria sat down. Some desperately doing their homework. Others simply browsing through the books to pass the time.

Klaus eyed a table, setting you down. – “Stay here.” – he said, pressing his hands down on your shoulders. Confused, you looked from side to side, watching him leave. He disappeared into a row. Taking his time. You started kicking your feet back and forth. Thinking about being alone with him.

Before you could stop it, your head filled with things again. Thinking away about anything but your surroundings. They became numb as you weren’t paying close attention to them. You got startled when a stack of books dropped with a thud down on the table. – “Arise and shine, dreamer.” – Klaus chuckled out. You shot him a glare. – “I wasn’t dreaming.” – you told him, crossing your arms.

Klaus nodded not believing you, taking a seat beside you. He opened the first book, laying it out to you. – “Must I really?” – you asked him, grabbing hard onto the side of the chair. Klaus nodded. – “Unless you don’t wish to spend time with me alone?” – he asked pushing his glasses just a bit further up. Your eyes widened, making you wave your hands across.

“No of course I want to.” – you told him. – “Good.” – he replied opening another book. – “Consider it a study date.” – he said sheepishly. You turned bashful, turning your head away. – “Y/n.” – Klaus started, taking you by your chin to look at him. – “I need your full attention.” – he finished, gazing into your eyes. You nodded numbly, caught up by his stare.

Klaus started educating you. Whenever he felt like he was losing you, he tapped your forehead. Calling you ‘dreamer’ before continuing again. Each time you chuckled sheepishly that you had failed again. Klaus being very patient with it.

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[ohfallingdisco]

Kevin Day is an academic. He’s a history student, and would have gotten himself killed to be allowed. His psychosomatic relationship with his best friend is mostly like that because he made it that way. He has crippling anxiety, but also a yearning to be seen and loved. He’s so desperate for it, it scares him. When the light clicked on and opportunity struck, he ran to hide with his father without telling him who he was, in plain sight and just out of reach. Everyone who knows him has threatened or tried to kill him.

This has been my pitch to put him in The Secret History.

[raayllum]

Callum knowing his home is likely actively on fire / worrying that something has gone seriously wrong but still hesitating to leave because "I don't want to be separated again" with Rayla is like

my buddy my guy

[cillyscribbles]

making toilette and taking repose :) ft. electra and etcetera!

“What are you doing?” said Electra, who was only trying to stretch in peace.

“I’m stretching!” said Etcetera, who was absolutely not doing that in any sense of the word.

“What?” said Electra, and then added, just in case Etcetera had not realized that, “No, you’re not.”

“Am, too,” Etcetera responded, and seemed to have chosen to be obtuse for this conversation. She lifted her hips off the ground and threw her leg over her head, tapped her toes against the ground, then moved back down to straighten herself out. “Stretching here... stretching there. Yep! I’m feeling pretty stretched.”

“What?” Electra repeated, and had to put down her other arm where she’d been balancing on just one out of sheer bafflement. “No, what? Etcetera, stretch normal.”

“And be bored? Pah!” Etcetera huffed, and, after flipping herself over onto her feet, began to demonstrate, cheeks puffed out in furious emphasis. “Stand like this. Stand like that. Stand on your legs; stand on your hands!” Upside down, she swung her legs in the air a little and stared at Electra until her cheeks began to go red and Electra began to smile a little too widely. Then, she fell back onto her stomach and announced: “I can stand however I want anytime at all; and I will move however it is I want to move anytime at all. And the only way I want to move is in one that’s fun!”

Electra snorted, just about managing to get herself up on one hand again, and cautioned -  “Well, then don’t come crying to me when you hurt yourself in the Ball.”

“I won’t, I won’t; coming to you in the Ball would not be fun at all,” promised Etcetera, who Electra knew was lying, because coming up to bother her during the Ball was the most fun a cat like Etcetera would have in her under-stretched life of hand-stands.

“You are silly,” Electra told her, because someone had to. Etcetera, though, who’d rolled onto her back again and was arranging herself into nothing less than a pretzel, only just about managed to execute a nonchalant shrug.

“And I remain most fun in my persevering silliness,” she said, and waited to start laughing until Electra did, making a mess of their stretching altogether.