#ficblogging

[unpretty]

Hi! Thought you might like to know that I taught Sorrowverse in a 400-level fanfic class. I had my students read Hardening Off, Empty Graves, and Christmas in Kansas, then walked them through all the clues about Jonathan's past and their minds were absolutely blown. It was fantastic. Thank you so much for writing such incredible stories. <3

oh my god

[falloutcoys]

i love you fanfic authors who write in the source material's style, i love you fanfic authors who write in their own voice, i love you fic authors who experiment with structure, i love you fic authors who write one format, i love you fic authors who perfect one genre or trope, i love you fic authors who keep trying new ones

[magicalgirlmascot]

I've just remembered that the Ignika canonically cursed everybody and most people who weren't their Chosen or Mata Nui if they touched the mask.

Ignika as a person probably is covered from neck to toes, always with long sleeves and pant legs, closed shoes, and even gloves, no matter how warm and humid it is.

Ignika is the most touch-averse person in the entire world. He's dressed like you said, neck to toes covered at all times. Hands off the merchandise. Anyone who does touch them without consent will have some Real Bad stuff happen to them, and in Ignika's mind they will have deserved it.

I also really like your idea of Ignika observing the Inika for a while before approaching them. Matoro has this eerie feeling of being watched randomly at school or out and about and then this beautiful person with golden eyes approaches them one day and says "hello Guardian" with what might be a smile on anyone else and he freaks the fuck out and runs

Eventually Ignika manages to impress on him who it is, and for a while he's the only one it will let touch it at all. After a while though I think he would let the other Inika get a brief touch in here or there--a friendly pat on the back, a hand to help him up when he falls. She still mostly wants Matoro, though. He's not sure how he feels about it.

[serialkilluh1996]

Medieval executioner König au, pleeaaase. Reader being accused of witch craft, pleeeeeeaaaase.

König hiding you away in his cabin, having you declared missing, likely devoured by wolves or stolen by the devil himself cause he doesn't wanna kill you, PLEAAAAS–

[captainkirkk]

When I started writing 'lessons in tea making', I set out to make it a longfic that following ATLA Book 2 and 3 in its entirety but now its been almost 5 years and I'm realising that I'm probably never going to get around to finishing this monster of a wip

HOWEVER, I do have around 15k of chapter 2 collecting dust in my google drive so.... what's everyone's opinion on authors uploading (signposted) unfinished chapters....

[sharkneto]

Hm. I've got an annoying lack of words right now, but not a lack of random WIPs.

If I edited up some of my Five's Time In The Apocalypse Fic (that was originally supposed to be like. a 10k piece about Five's relationship with Delores but is now over 30k words and only in the first year, still) and threw it up on AO3 with no plan or schedule for further updates except "Eventually" - would that be something you guys would be interested in?

[byebyeskylark]

A Reminder

The Togrutan woman hadn't wanted her staff's opinions on formal, ceremonial garb, which Leia respected. It wasn't her place, to dictate something ultimately trivial (important though appearances were), to someone who... 

Luke had tried to warn her. But there wasn't really any preparing for the vastness of her, in the Force, and how much it reminded Leia of Ben, and how much that hurt. It was a memory she hadn't even known she'd had of him, made with a sense she hadn't even known she wielded.

Ahsoka—she had politely corrected them when they tried to use any title—wore a dusk blue cloak over one arm and shoulder, depended in part from a worn piece of blue armor on her opposite shoulder. White silk robes, not quite a gown, flowed from beneath a scuffed chest plate that must have been white once but instead looked grey with time and wear. Scorch marks and scars littered its surface.

"We're due downstairs, ma'am," an aide reminded them quietly, eyeing the tall woman's ensemble with quiet consideration. 

Leia nodded at her and made brief eye contact. The aide, reading her well, retreated.

"Are you ready?" Leia asked.

Ahsoka turned toward the large windows. The shadow of the Temple was just visible between the high rises. Leia's apartments—her father's apartments, when he'd been senator—were on the opposite side of the Dome and on the outskirts of the governmental district. 

"I'm as ready as I'll ever be," Ahsoka answered. Her face was closed, as she was in the Force. Leia saw tension in the way her knee-length lekku barely swayed with her movements, brushing audibly against the scarred and pitted plastoid of the armor.

"Do not return to the Temple," said a small voice.

They both whipped around to face the wall of shelves to the right of the entrance. Leia stood frozen for a beat and then walked briskly over, opening up a drawer and pulling out the holocron. It was dark and closed.

Ahsoka approached and held out her hand curiously. Leia set the holocron down in it, knowing she could open it faster.

"I've never known it to activate on its own before," she murmured.

Ben's face—young, so much younger than when she'd called him an old man—appeared as Ahsoka invited the holocron to unfurl.

"Do not return to the Temple," the recording said, "That time is over."

Leia could smile, now, at this little reminder Luke had given her, found in some long-abandoned hiding spot. She glanced at Ahsoka.

The woman looked stricken for a moment before she closed her eyes and let the holocron go dark again as she curled it up towards her heart. 

"I can't go with you today," she said without opening her eyes.

Some had insisted that as the only publicly known, Temple-raised Jedi that Ahsoka should be there for its rededication as a center for learning. Part museum, part memorial, part annex of several galactic universities, it had been largely restored from the uses the Empire had put it to.

Most of the people who had worked on the project, more than a decade of work, were pleased with the results. A few, like Leia, would never be comfortable there.

"I understand," Leia offered softly. 

Ahsoka looked down at her. "You knew," she said. The lines around her eyes bespoke deep pain.

"I'm afraid I was overruled when the committee voted to invite you. I knew how keenly you would feel it." 

Yes, Leia knew the sins of her birth father. The Temple floors pulsed, still, to Leia, who did not have Ahsoka's psychometric talents. 

Leia knew Ahsoka had loved Anakin. Leia knew Ahsoka had loved the men they had once led together. Leia knew whose armor she was staring at. 

"Don't subject yourself to that place. Keep your memories of it, instead," Leia thought of the trees she had loved to climb as a child. "I'll say you were called away urgently."

[lawful-evil-novelist]

Maybe giving Jason!Robin and Orphan!Cass a week of overlap was a bad idea.

[proserpinasacra]

I’ve started referring to synth!Cooper in my notes as Scoop. Which. Is probably juuuust silly/practical enough for Lucy to also come up with but for all of our sanity’s sake I will not include.

[siren-darkocean]

Flufftober 2024

Prompt 4 of 31

Prompt - Market Day

Fandom - Gen 1 Bionicle

Ship - Mata Nui/Ackar

Rating - Teen and Up

Extra - Post Journey's End, Pre Established Relationship, Headcanons, Click gets one bit of screentime sorry man, Nixie is also here, gift giving, the prompt is possibly supposed to be Farmers Market but I've never been to one so have a market grocery trip instead folks plus idk how a farmers market would work for GSR Inhabitants and Agori and Glatorian

Ackar’s ears twitched (while the fire tribe didn’t have as incredible hearing as the air tribe the fire tribe's own ears were quite incredible as well) at the sound of footsteps approaching. “Speak of him and he shall appear.” Ackar joked making Nixie glance up briefly and giggle while Mata Nui rolled his eyes in amusement.

“Hello Nixie.” The Great Spirit greeted the Ga-Matoran. “Greetings Great Spirit.” She greeted him back with a smile as she continued her task. “May I ask what you had to run off for my angel?” Ackar asked Mata Nui with a ginger brow raised.

Ignore the fact I'm very late to publishing this for @flufftober , ofc the one I procrastinate on is with my favorite Old Man Yaoi that is Sweet Summer Child Robot God™️ and his Mortal Organic War Vet Husband

In other news-

ACKAR/MATA NUI SHIP TAG HAS FINALLY BEEN REGISTERED AS A TAG BY AO3 LET'S FUCKING GOOOOOOOO! VICTORY ABOUT FUCKING TIME AO3!

[llycaons]

Steadying him with one hand on his arm, Lan Wangji swiftly removed the arrow with the other.

JUST RIPPED IT OUT???

[unpretty]

the trouble with sorrowverse is that i started off with the stuff that was, if not canon-compliant, at least canon-adjacent enough to pass, and then spent a decade slowly ramping up to the point where it becomes clear that i am actually doing my own weird thing. but that means i am on hard mode now. my bruce wayne is close enough to canon that i could find cool fan content that still made sense for the version in my head. no such luck with jor-el. there is not a lot of fan content for superman's dad that conceives of him as a short king who dresses slutty and will kill a man and doesn't believe in apes. that's just me. i did this to myself.

[falloutcoys]

name a more iconic duo than me and an ambitious AU i have neither time nor energy to work on

[magicalgirlmascot]

Kopaka’s a cat person, Tahu is decidedly NOT, Lewa loves every single creature on Earth… how are the other Toa and Turaga when it comes to cats, dogs and other critters?

Tahu: dog person, but specifically big dogs. The bigger the better. His ideal dog is a small horse. Hates cats.

Gali: neutral on the cats vs dogs debate. Likes both fine enough, but would prefer a giant fish tank that takes up an entire wall or a koi pond. Snail enjoyer.

Lewa: friend to all living things. Has never met an animal he hasn't wanted to pet, including ones that are actively trying to kill him. And fish.

Onua: no strong opinions but used to have an ant farm as a kid. Could definitely be convinced to get something small like a guinea pig pretty easily.

Pohatu: dog person, but also likes cats. He's one of those insane people who likes going jogging in all kinds of weather so taking the dog for a walk has never been an issue for him.

Kopaka: cat person. His grandparents had one when he was a kid and he can't imagine not having one in the house. Spoils his cat rotten. Hates dogs.

Vakama: got bit by a dog once when he was a kid and developed a fear of dogs that it took him several decades to overcome. Is now fine with them but doesn't want one in his house. Neutral about most other animals.

Nokama: likes animals well enough but doesn't want fur all over her house. Lives vicariously through other people's pets.

Matau: wants a snake so bad but all his money is constantly going into his car and motorcycle. Also a bird guy but knows he definitely doesn't have the time to dedicate to bird care.

Onewa: cat person, despite it all. A little annoyed that Krahka only turns into a cat when she's upset. Had to become okay with a lot of animals very quickly when their relationship became serious.

Whenua: more interested in wild animals than in keeping any as pets. Goes on a lot of nature hikes and points out all the signs that certain animals have been there to whatever poor sap got suckered into going with him. Usually Nuju.

Nuju: anything except birds.

[grandmasterswife]

Cramps and Comfort

->Summary: reader woke up with period cramps and her boyfriend, Rafe is there to comfort her.

->Warnings/Tags: mentions of blood obviously, not canon Rafe at all, idiotic boyfriend but in an endearing way, fluff.

->A/n: not proofread, I wrote this within an hour this morning, probably not the best work. it’s short and sweet >:)

You felt a rush of pain in your lower abdomen upon opening your eyes. Your legs instinctively lifted as you twisted your upper body, trying to find a position for relief.

You would have kept trying had your boyfriend not been blissfully unaware, sleeping beside you. His chest rose and fell at a slow pace, so even though you wanted to be in his arms, you decided to let him sleep. You got up quietly and slowly, with every step to the bathroom you nearly winced in pain.

After sitting down on the toilet, you looked down and saw streaks of blood between your thighs, and blood-soaked panties. “Damnit.” You brought your elbows up, setting them on your thighs so you could rest your head in your hands.

You heard steps coming towards the bathroom door followed by a light knock.

“If you need to pee, you’re gonna have to wait.” Your voice came out low and gravelly. There was no part of you worried about him coming in, he’d seen this many times before now and he never made it a big deal.

The door opened, “Why? Are you taking a shit?”

“No, Rafe. M’not taking a shit. I started my period.”

His joking banter ended with that sentence, an understanding tone took over. “Do you need anything?”

Still with your head down in your hands, you reply “Yeah, can you plug in my heating pad? I’m gonna take a quick shower.”

You can hear foot steps walk away so you get up and flush, walking to the sink to rinse the blood off of your panties. You open the door to your closet, grabbing a new pair along with an oversized shirt before turning on the shower and getting in.

You twist the nob to the hottest setting your body will allow, and after washing your body, you let the water run over your lower back. Rafe re-emerges and peaks his head into the shower curtain, “You doing okay?”

You give him a look instead of replying.

“C’mere.” He reaches his arms out and places a hand on your waist, using his free hand to caress you while you continue standing underneath the water.

“You’re gonna get all wet. And the floor.” As good as it felt, you were concerned about his clothes and the water that was now splashing outside of the tub.

“I’ll clean it, baby.”

You closed your eyes and sank into his gentle touch. His fingers brushed against your skin, lovingly moving up your back and back down again. After two years of being together, he had picked up on a lot. The first time he was in your presence while it was this bad, he had asked you what felt like a million questions.

“Are you hungry?”

“Do you want to be alone?”

“Am I talking too much?”

“What’s the difference between these pads? Which one did you say you wanted?”

By now, he knew what kind of mood you were in, what you needed and how to proceed. You never asked him to, but he loved you and it was a way he knew how to show that.

It wasn’t long before your uterus decided you’ve been standing for long enough, causing a groan to escape your lips. “Can you hand me my towel?” You turn off the water.

“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna go grab a rag to clean the water up.”

You nodded your head, grabbed a pad and put it into place, sliding your panties on. After putting on your shirt, you slowly made your way to the bed and laid stomach down on the heating pad. You heard Rafe enter the bathroom, coming out only a minute later. The bed sunk further in as he got on, inching closer to you and you turn your head so you can look at him.

He takes his hand, rubbing your lower back again, this time going even further down to your ass. He lightly squeezed it before going back up. If you weren’t in pain, it would have turned you on. But you were just comforted by his touch.

“You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” You joke.

“Could never resist an ass grab. It felt good though, huh?” He smirks at you and you return a smile.

“Come closer, I wanna lay on you.” You remove the heating pad from underneath you, laying it on your back. After your boyfriend turned from his side onto his back and opened his arms, you crawled towards him, hiking a leg up to wrap around him and laying your head on his chest.

His arms tighten around you, holding the much needed heating device in place. “You’re so warm, it’s like I have a portable heater for a girlfriend.”

You let out a laugh and feel a kiss being planted on your head. Your pain had subsided and you felt yourself dozing off from feeling an occasional cold thumb stroking your skin.

[captainkirkk]

I unearthed my super old Bad Things Happen Bingo card today and realised I only filled in 2 squares...

Anyone feel free to send me prompts for the unfilled squares! Current fandoms I'm interested in writing for are: DC (Wayne and Kent family mainly), Star Wars Prequels/Clone Wars, ATLA, The Goblin Emperor, Hands of the Emperor (Nine worlds series), and Welcome to Demon School Iruma