#fic: Tale as Old as Time

[daughter-of-melpomene]

OC HALLOWEEN CHALLENGE 2024 — Day Eight: Multiverse

Maybe you have multiple ocs with the same faceclaim, maybe you have a friend(s) who have ocs with the same faceclaim that you’ve wanted to do a crossover with, or maybe you want your oc to meet some of the actual characters their faceclaim has played. No matter what it is, it’s time for your ocs to meet their multiverse counterparts!

Featuring all of my OCs who share faceclaims!

Melly Lovelace (Ted Lasso) & Bellemoira Thornvale (Tolkienverse)

Hayashi Lark (One Piece) & Lucinda “Hale” (Teen Wolf)

Victoria “Ria” Santos (Friends) & Marisol Crúz (Sin City, original story)

Mariela Gomez (Wizarding World) & CeCe Gomez (Sin City, original story)

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@ocappreciationtag.

[arrthurpendragon]

⌨ + As Old as Time, please? 🖤

Hannah was about to take another sip of her Mountain Dew when she got the crap scared out of her. “Boo!” someone taunted from behind her, giving her shoulders a slight push forward.

While she’d like to say that she played it cool, that would have been a complete lie.  She screamed, “Jesus Christ!” at the top of her lungs and flailed while her soda bottle tumbled down the steps.  Laughter emerged from behind her.

Hannah looked over her shoulder to find Riley Poole towering directly behind her.  Ben stood with his arms folded across his chest several steps higher.  Riley stood there chuckling to himself. “I see you still haven’t outgrown that,” he chuckled, still looking as handsome as ever.  Not that his looks would suage her anger.

She then got to her feet, looking between Ben and Riley as steam practically came out her ears.  Ben put his hands up in defense. “I warned him not to. I swear.”

Hannah’s attention then rounded back to Riley. “What the hell were you thinking?” she hissed before giving his shoulders a shove.  He seemed to almost fall backward but managed to catch his balance.

“Hey! That hurt,” Riley complained backing up a few steps. “I thought you were supposed to be a pacifist being a teacher and all.”  He rolled his shoulders, like he was trying to deal with a serious injury. “I swear you people teach no hitting at schools.”

“Well as a teacher I get to decide what the exceptions are to the rules and you were completely deserving of said exception.”

“I don’t remember you being able to hit so hard.” Riley glanced over his shoulder at Ben.  

Ben quickly looked away trying to make it look like he was busy when he wasn’t.  He was looking forward to this much-anticipated reunion. Riley's gaze returned to Hannah, whose temper hadn't seemed to have tempered.

“Maybe that push gave you some memory loss, because we were in the same kickboxing class in college, you idiot.”

“Again, I hate to point this out, but I’m pretty sure teachers are against name-calling.”

Send me ⌨ + title to one of my fics and I’ll write a sentence for that fic!

[tsartistry]

I absolutely love your Niobe kidnaps Lester au!! In a post you said that Niobe was dating Circe, so I'm just wondering that since Circe is a witch, would she teach Lester some witchcraft? (Other than the ones you have to be born with)

No, at least not at first! Lester's brainwashing is a continuous process. There are times when Circe needs to cull memories that bubble up from time to time. If she teaches Lester how to practice her witchcraft, there's a small risk that he might realize she's been using magic to mess with his memories.

Since Egyptian magic is different from Circe's brand of witchcraft, she and Niobe are a little more comfortable with him learning it.

[alwaysvivid]

𝐜 𝐚 𝐥 𝐚 𝐦 𝐢 𝐭 𝐲

an event causing great and sudden damage or distress ; a disaster. a state of deep despair or misery caused by major misfortune

PLOT after the dispatch reveal of sarang and jaehyun cece has the conversation she hoped she never would.

CHARACTERS cece lee ˒ jung jaehyun ˒ vivid

mentions of doe @bratpak & sarang @nct-krown

WORD COUNT 2.7k

GENRE a lot of angst and heartbreak

PLAYLIST c e c e

﹙ send in songs that remind you of cece.⠀﹚

[ jan ‘24 ]

“cece give me the phone.”

“no. i need to speak. i need to hear him, he needs to explain to me. he’s my boyfriend. he owes me an answer! i need to speak,” cece spoke through sniffles as she sat cross legged on her bedroom floor waiting for jaehyun to pick up.

sora’s patience was notoriously known for being thin but with jaehyun it basically did not exist. this coupled with the fact that he was obviously avoiding cece’s calls, she had reached her final straw.“cece give it to me-!” she attempted to yank the phone out of the crying girl's hands . that was until jaehyun's soft voice echoed around the room.

“hello?”

he finally picked up. after she had tried 5 times already he finally answered the phone.cece yanked the phone away from her friend with a strength she didn't know she had only to lose all that confidence just as fast as it appeared.

the silence that followed was suffocating. despite being so desperate to speak to him, cece felt that she didn’t have the words, her sniffles were all that he could hear through the phone.

sora tugged at cece’s arm once more, managing to separate her phone from her ear just that much more so that she would be heard.

“you’re a fucking piece of shit jaehyun! again ? you did this …again! what the fuck is wrong with you-”cece grabbed the phone once again before sora could say anything more.

“is it true?” her voice was soft as she spoke. “you and hayley… is it?”

all cece could hear was jaehyuns breathing, and a slight shuffle indicating he was moving around. but nothing more.

“please tell me it isn’t.”

silence.

cece was already on edge when january 1st rolled around, ever since heeyoung and jisung’s faces were plastered everywhere they looked 3 years ago all of the vivid girls dreaded the day. dispatch had created a haunting tradition of announcing idol couples every new year’s day and shattering their worlds in the process. and despite cece’s previous anxieties nothing could have prepared her for what dropped at midnight.

NCT’s Jaehyun and Sarang are reportedly dating.

“yoonoh ,” she gripped her phone tightly as she sighed out his government name. “is it real? please just tell me. please!”

jaehyun let out a sigh before finally speaking, “cece you know the answer to that.”

“clearly she fucking doesn’t,” sora commented, raising her voice enough fro jaehyun to hear across the line. cece wiped at her teary eyes before shooting her best friend a stern look. she loved sora’s fierce loyalty but right now she needed her to just shut up.

“just let me explain, baby, please?”

“no” sora interrupted once again as she gave cece a stern look. “sora get out.”

her face dropped along with her jaw hearing the words leave her mouth. the two girls stared at each other with cold expressions as they both waited for the other to crack. sora rolled her eyes dramatically as she watched cece softly ask jaehyun to give them a second.

cece never listened to anyone when it came to jaehyun. no one could say anything to her about the boy. if anyone ever tried to, she would go on and on about how no one understood them the way that they understood each other. she’d tell them how they were clearly made for each other and no relationship was perfect.they just had some “bumps” in the road. those bumps being jaehyun’s constant infidelity. it was always an us versus them situation, if anything ever went on in their relationship it was never jaehyun’s fault. when sora told her about the night where he tried hitting on her cece didn't speak for almost 3 weeks but she stayed with jaehyun throughout all that time. when doe tried to tell her that he was the one leading their short lived affair cece never listened. even after doe looked her in the eye and called her a ‘fucking idiot’ for believing jaehyun she still hates her to this day and refuses to forgive her no matter what she says. yet she forgave jaehyun so fast sora swore she got whiplash. she took him back.

“please sora … i love you but i need to do this alone.”

she was so stubborn. but sora knew that even though the thought of leaving cece’s side in this moment destroyed her heart she had to just let her learn her lesson on her own, no matter how many times she would be in the same situation. she needed to do this alone.

sora let out an irritated huff , her face still sour as she agreed and left the broken hearted girl sitting alone on the floor as jaehyun waited for the go ahead to speak again.

cece took a deep breath as she picked her phone up again.“i’m listening jae,”

she heard him let out a sigh before he spoke.

“ all those photos are out of context. i promise. they were taken after practice when we’d go on a 7/11 run ,nothing else. you can ask any of the members, we were getting group snacks.”

he spoke as gently as he always did. so soft and slow as if he'd never do anything more than love her. the sweetness of his tone wrapping cece in a blanket of calmness. yet she still found herself shutting her eyes tight as a means to stop the stream of tears spilling out of her eyes, they felt as though they would never stop. part of cece wanted to believe the innocence of the photos but she couldn’t help but doubt his words. even if this particular set of photos were not incriminating , a part of her knew that wasn’t the whole truth.

“ that isn’t true. we both know thats not the trut-”cece choked up towards the end, not being able to finish her sentence. her voice was tightening as she felt her heart sink deeper and deeper into her stomach.

there had been rumblings for a while that jaehyun had been seeing hayley behind her back. minji had said before that their relationship was suspicious, even claiming she’d caught hayley coming back from the boys dorms in the early hours of the morning

“i know jaehyun ,cece. i’ve known him for a disgustingly long time and i know his clothes. she was wearing his hoodie.i even asked johnny at practice and he said hayley did come over. she mainly hung out with jaehyun, ‘listening to his vinyls’.”

cece ignored it all like she always did.

her head fell back onto her bed in frustration as she waited for his answer. he had a habit of talking slowly, analyzing every word he was about to speak before saying them aloud. and usually cece found it endearing but in that moment it was the most annoying thing she’d ever encountered. “just tell me the truth jaehyun. right now, every fucking thing.” her voice was still fragile, wobbling slightly as she spoke.

“i am that’s the truth about the photos-“

“it’s not about the fucking photos!” cece interrupted, her frustration making her voice raise slightly but that didn’t mask the pain in it. “what? ”

his confusion had cece’s blood boiling in a way she’d never experienced before. what did he mean ‘what?’

“it’s about the actual article yoonoh. is it true?”

“baby-“

“now jaehyun! oh my god! please just… fuck!” cece’s frustrations had reached their peak, her voice dripping with desperation as she pleaded with the person she believed was the love of her life. “please,” she spoke softly as she closed her eyes, “are you seeing hayley?”

"i'm not ..." he let out a sigh, "i’m not seeing her. that’s not a lie.”

“but you’ve been sleeping with her haven't you?”

the long pause of silence that followed told cece everything she needed to know. the silence that lingered stabbed her heart; she felt like she couldn't breathe. she didn't expect him to say anymore, he'd never admitted anything overtly so she thought this was all she got. this was what she had prepared for, the answer of silence.but what happened next was so much worse than she had mentally prepared herself for.

“yes.”

cece’s heart shattered so overwhelmingly that she swore it was audible all across the country. she hadn't even realised she'd started crying again until sora burst through the door and softly shushed her in a comforting way. she grabbed the taller girl and hugged her close to her chest trying to soothe her erratic breathing that barely managed to come out between her earth shattering sobs. sora rested her lips on her forehead as her hands slowly stroked through her hair but that seemed to make her cry even harder.

“how long?” cece spoke between sobs, her words barely coming out.

“ce-”

“just answer the question please! how long were you cheating on me jaehyun?” cece yelled into the phone her emotions boiling over. if he was to finally admit to the one thing he convinced her was impossible he might as well give her the timeline. it's what she deserved.

jaehyun paused once again. his long beats of silence stretched their phone call much longer than it needed to be.

“jaehyun-!”

“around 6 months.”

“oh my god!” cece screamed as she buried her face deeper into sora’s chest. she couldnt breathe and it was starting to overwhelm her, she could pass out.

“ but it ended 3 months ago because she wasn't you. you know i love you, i’ll always love you. you're my sun, my person, the only person i feel myself around. she was nothing, a terrible mistake, the worst thing i’ve ever done. it didn't mean anything.i only want you, you're all that matters to me. i’ll do better, i'll do anything that will make this better because i love you. its you and me forever. i’m so sorry baby please listen to me.-”

sora grabbed the phone at that, “fuck you jaehyun. go to hell.” she spat the words out before hanging up. she was tired of hearing his stupid voice and poetic words that would pull cece back into their obsessive bubble. she knew it always worked but not this time and sora would make sure of that.

the rest of the members moved into the room as soon as they heard her heart aching sobs, they may have been muffled by sora’s yelling but they still echoed throughout the dorm. heeyoung ran in, joining them on the floor as she wrapped her arms around cece joining sora. dayna and yuri treaded more lightly as they came in, tissue, water and chocolate in hand as they kneeled in front of her.

cece felt as if she couldn't breath, she felt her throat close up around each molecule of oxygen as she choked out her breath. cece's mind was everywhere remembering everything at once: every touch ,every kiss, every i love you. everything that used to make her incredibly happy manifested as tiny needles that poked at her heart. everything felt hollow. anything that involved jaehyun was tainted. cece wished she could just act as if she wasn't shattered but she couldn't. she just couldn't stop crying.

" what's wrong with me?" cece whispered her voice wobbling as her tears fell in thick streams down her cheeks. the girls around her shushed her words, dismissing them immediately.

"there is absolutely nothing wrong with you cece. you're easily one of the best people i've ever met," sora emphasized, kissing the crown of her head. all the girls' voices morphed into one massive loving blur as they continued to sing her praises but it wasn’t enough for cece.

she knew they wouldn’t say it but she could feel that her members thought she was being ridiculous. but she couldn’t help it. she needed it to make sense and that was the only thing that made sense. he always said she was his everything, his sun. but if this was true then what had him running off to girls like sora,hayley and . she always had a nagging feeling that jaehyun was never really happy with just cece , in her entirety. he always dismissed it as her insecurities and swore she was everything and more. but if he actually believed that this wouldn’t have happened, cece was nothing like hayley . she felt that they actually felt more like opposites. she was alluring, soft and mysterious whilst cece was goofy, loud and talkative. hayley was a classic type of beauty whilst she was more modern and charming. cec never doubted that she was a pretty girl but no matter how confident she was in her looks there was no denying that hayley had a once in a lifetime type of beauty. they were direct opposites, something made him want her opposite. why did jaehyun want the opposite of her?

" then why- if all of that is true then why was i never enough for him?" she let out the most intensely sad sob, her hand flying up to cover her mouth immediately.

all the girls' faces dropped immediately as they shook their heads and swaddled her even deeper into the group hug.nothing worked to soothe cece. they tried everything before deciding just to hold her and let her cry. words were not working but their presence and comfort seemed like it did even if it was a minuscule improvement.

no one said a word for what felt like hours. if they did speak cece’s sobs drowned them out. she felt szick. her sobs felt like they came from the pits of her stomach, shifting any food she had left and making her ill.

everyone's head whipped to the side as they heard cece's phone ring again. heeyoung wanted to pick it up, the fire in her eyes evident.dayna held her back just as she was about to make a move to answer it,no doubt ready to tell both of them off. heeyoung huffed getting the message and flopping back down in front of cece.

"i'm gonna kill him," heeyoung said, her voice showing no signs of hesitation or humour, cece lifted up her head to see that her face was just as serious. she chuckled sadly as she rested her head onto yuri's shoulder. “ i'm blocking his number.” dayna declared as she picked up the phone, “do you wanna get dinner?” she asked as she placed it down seconds later, job done.

cece shook her head as she slowly climbed onto her bed. she was drained, it was clear to see. her eyes puffy and red whilst her cheeks housed never ending tears, it was clear her day was done.

the girls all received the message as they slowly made their way out of her room. “you are everything and more,cecelia. don’t forget that." sora whispered as she placed a sweet kiss on her best friend's cheek. with that she was gone.

and cece was alone. there was nothing cece hated more than being alone.

[therighthandofvengeance]

Sometimes I think about the singular earring Ivanova wears as a way to constantly have her older brother (Ganya) with her. Because of this behavior (in addition to the fraternal nature of the dynamic between Sheridan and Ivanova), I headcanon that John had a bit of the scrap metal from the Drala’Fi that Susan had gifted him at the end of 2259 turned into an identical earring— which she wears at all times (alongside Ganya’s).

[eeriansadowtwopointoh]

Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Transformers (Bay Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mikaela Banes/Jazz Characters: Jazz (Transformers), Mikaela Banes, Optimus Prime Additional Tags: Hearts and Sparks Ship Week, prompt: Shattered glass, Alternate Universe, Jazz Lives (Transformers), Cybertronian Culture (Transformers), Going Home Series: Part 3 of Tale As Old As Time, Part 10 of Hearts and Sparks Week 2024 Summary:

After going to Cybertron with the Autobots, Mikaela gets a crash course in mythology.

@heartsandsparksshipweek

[simplegenius042]

WIP Folder Game

Tagged by @aceghosts and @adelaidedrubman

Tagging @socially-awkward-skeleton @direwombat @derelictheretic @strafethesesinners @strangefable @cassietrn @turbo-virgins @g0dspeeed @josephslittledeputy @josephseedismyfather @carlosoliveiraa @corvosattano @shellibisshe @titiagls @nightbloodbix @onehornedbeast @voidika @afarcryfrommymain @gaeadene @henbased @cloudofbutterflies92 @wrathfulrook @ladyoriza @la-grosse-patate @minilev @inafieldofdaisies @florbelles @yokobai @shallow-gravy @softtidesworld @snake-in-the-garden @skoll-sun-eater and @justasmolbard + anyone else who wishes to join in.

Rules: post 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.

I've only selected a few, and you can find the WIP names under the cut:

The UnTitledverse

Jurassic World: Before The Storm

A Blast In The Past

The Tale Of Mario Emmet

All Who Remain

The UnTitled Stories

UnTitled Venture: Hazardous Residence

Chapter One: The Truth Seeker

The Silver Chronicles

Silva's Hope

La Última En Pie

Old Dusk

Call To Arms

Ain't It A Joy?

No One's Safe At Home

How Good Is A Heist If It's Improvised?

Life, Despair & Monsters

Word Of Woe

The Thorned Crown Of Iron Thrones

Sonya's Push

Miraculous Miracles

My Heart Goes Doki Doki Literature Club!

Choo Choo Charles Has Gone Off The Rails

An Invite To Wine And Dine

A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore/Spin-Off Works/Original Works

The Time Guard

Mario: Mother's Boy

Wings And Horns

The Waters Of Life Flow

The House At The Top

A Symbol For A Better World

What Happened To Vault 76?

[alfhildr-the-word-weaver]

Currently watching this very cliche (but still decently enjoyable) Christmas movie and it has this horse girl subplot where the older sister is falling in love with horses, but there are these long, lingering shots where she's looking at this female farmhand working with the horses, and she keeps talking about how great and cool that farmhand is, and I can't decide whether it's actually a burgeoning lesbian subplot or just a heavy accidental implication, but it really does feel soooo close to overtly romantic.

Anyways my hot new ship is these two. Time to build it from the ground up ;)

[password-door-lock]

Just like any normal couple

Unknown X reader, 11,384 words, fluff and angst Rating: Teen and up Content warnings: stalking, implied/referenced abuse, possessive behavior, referenced disordered eating behaviors

Unknown holds up his hand to stop you. He discovered the effectiveness of that particular trick about five minutes after meeting you, and he’s never looked back since. “Let’s just be dating.” It’s his gut response, but it also seems like it will require the least amount of conversation out of all the options you presented. How complicated could that cover story really be? Besides, if you’re pretending to be a couple, that means he can keep his hands on you, and he’ll have a good excuse to steer you around where he wants to go without causing too much of a scene. “That’s not how normal people ask each other out, boss.” You smirk. He wants to wipe that smug look off your face almost as much as he wants to murder the butterflies in his stomach, so he does his best impression of the puppy dog look you give him when you ask him for things. “I thought you’d just say yes, since you like me so much.” His tone is patronizing, and he can barely keep it up long enough to finish the sentence before he trails off into laughter.

Or:

It's just a surveillance mission, so don't get too carried away.

Read it on Ao3!

[daughter-of-melpomene]

𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐆… 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑, 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄

❝ Like every child who had been properly taught the history of Middle Earth, Bellemoira had heard the tale of the Mirkwood. Her childhood teachers had taught her that it was home to most of the world’s wood-elves, and that it had once been the Greenwood, a beautiful place full of wonderful flora and many different life forms, before the rise of the Dark Lord Sauron and the shadow he had cast upon it. Now, little Bellemoira had been told, the Greenwood was the Mirkwood, a gaunt shadow of what it had once been, infested with dreaded gigantic spiders and devoid of all its previous colour, and the elves who lived there, a private race of beings at the best of times, had now completely withdrawn from the rest of the world, rarely venturing outside their Woodland Realm and punishing anyone who dared to trespass on their territory.

To little Bellemoira, who even at such a young age had loved and been fascinated by plants and flowers, it was one of the saddest stories she had ever been told: a once-beautiful place drained of its light and much of its life. Still, even as she grew, and no matter how many times she was told never to venture close to the Mirkwood for fear of elven retribution, she had never quite lost hope that somewhere in the great grey forest, there might be some determined little green life still blossoming, despite the odds, in its depths, perhaps even a species of plant previously unknown to humans - and that she might, someday, be the one to discover it.

And the day does come where she attempts to fulfill that dream. After fleeing a betrothal ceremony for herself and a man she loathes, Bellemoira sets out from her little town in the shadow of the Grey Mountains, determined to finally make her way into the Mirkwood and see for herself if the hopes she has been fostering since she was a girl hold some truth. What she does not expect when entering the desolate place, however, is to nearly lose her life to a giant spider and have to be saved by an elven patrol, who immediately drag her to the Inner Mirkwood Palace as punishment for trespassing in the wood-elves’ realm.

Brought before King Thranduil, ruler of all wood-elves, Bellemoira fully expects to be killed or tossed into a cell in the depths of the palace… but, to her utter shock, the great elven king sees something in her, in her thirst for knowledge and passion for plants and her genuine hope that there may still be green amongst all the Mirkwood’s grey, that makes him instead offer her a deal. She may stay in the Mirkwood palace for one year and one year only, studying and learning any knowledge of plants and flowers the wood-elves have to offer… but during this year she may not leave the palace unsupervised or attempt to return home, lest it become well-known that Thranduil has allowed a human to roam free in his palace, or she will not be able to return to the Mirkwood.

Faced with the prospect of so much learning and still desperate to stay far away from a betrothal she never wanted, Bellemoira readily accepts the elven king’s terms - but she is not truly prepared for how aggravating living in close quarters with Thranduil will be. The King of the Mirkwood is self-righteous, arrogant, cold, and thinks himself so far above mere humans such as Bellemoira… but, she comes to find, he can also be gentle, witty, and endlessly loving toward those he truly cares for. And the longer she spends in Inner Mirkwood Palace, the more midnight conversations the two of them end up having over ancient tomes and under the stars, the more they both find Bellemoira beginning to be numbered among those people.

There is much risk in this newfound attraction between them, of course: Bellemoira, as a human, will never truly be accepted by the wood-elves as their king’s consort, nor will she ever be able to live as many years with Thranduil as either of them would wish. But the story of two people who dislike each other at first but come to truly care about each other is a tale as old as time, and when said people find themselves in such a story, there is never much to do but live it out. ❞

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[arrthurpendragon]

⌨ + Tale as Old As Time, pretty please??

“Is this what was so important I skip school?” Hannah hissed, gesturing at Riley, before glaring at Ben.   Riley looked up and down at himself, trying to figure out what was wrong with himself, which made Hannah roll her eyes.  It should have been obvious what was wrong.

Ben offered his sister an attempt at an innocent smile, but quickly erased it when he realized that wasn’t going to cut it with her when she placed her hands on her hips just like their mother did when he was in trouble.  He sighed before he descended a few steps to stand closer to them. “No, it’s not. But my life did need the comedic relief.”

Normally that would have made Hannah at least crack a a smile, but her annoyed expression didn’t change. “Why don’t you have a seat,” Ben said awkwardly gesturing toward the stone steps.

“No need to mention that’s what I was doing until you let this idiot assail me,” Hannah muttered to herself as she sat down once more.

“Assail you? I scared you. You punched me!” Riley argued.

“Deservedly!” Hannah retorted.

“Knock it off,” Ben chastised them both.  “You can deal with whatever this is later,” he gestured between the two of them. “But right now, I need the both of you to get your heads on straight and help me figure out how to stop someone from stealing the freaking Declaration of Independence!”

Send me ⌨ + title to one of my fics and I’ll write a sentence for that fic!

[snapeysister]

Me: Not reading another fic chapter (of those multiple ones I am reading at the same time), enough of this nonsense. Gonna do something practical now. Like sort my photos on my phone.

Me: *looking up notifications on Tumblr* *finding some new fic on a mutual's wall*

Me: Goshhhhh need to read that one now

Brain: *serotonin uppp*

Tasks: *keep piling up*

Future me: sh#tttt

@thestephanieflora ahem ahem it's yours

[uefb]

I have so many one-shots in my one-shot folder right now I don’t even know where to start… So here’s the opening of a new one I started writing in my head while driving today! 🫠

[marauder-in-warblerland]

I will never get over the joy of stumbling upon My People™ through the magic of AO3 

[television-bodies]

me while writing: i am perhaps the worst person to have ever come into contact with language. this is atrocious. GARBAGE, even. i never want to look at this again

me rereading what i wrote a few days later: wow. this might be good actually. perhaps even… the best thing of my life. boy do i know how to use a fucking word

me the next day: nvm. get scrapped

[mossandeyes]

i think y/n fic is fine and understandable