#ficblogging

[unpretty]

can we please have the harley/corinne corruption kink smut

i may have underestimated the potential appeal here

[falloutcoys]

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

[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–

[sharkneto]

On November 10, 2002, Number Five makes an apocalyptic mistake. One that takes him four decades to recover from. At least he makes a friend while he’s there.

Chapter 3 is a doozy, folks. Enjoy?

[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....

[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.

[llycaons]

'colonial AU'?

Twenty-six year old Lan Wangji is reunited with his childhood love in the summer days of exotic English colonies.

EXOTIC????

[artsybi]

Keep Your Head Up, Nothing Lasts Forever

i can't believe this is the first piece of tma fic i'm publishing, but also it's very on brand for me, i can admit that lmao

(and no this isn't the longfic i was polling for formatting on, this is, if you can believe it, an entirely different longfic. yeah i know, im not sure how i ended up here either.)

i've got SO many plans for this fic, hope y'all enjoy :3

Summary:

Gerry wakes up. It's March of 2012 and Gerry wakes up. He's not dead anymore, shoved five years back into the past and back into his living, breathing, 24 year old body, and he realizes that this is a do-over. There are a lot of things he'd like to fix.

[lawful-evil-novelist]

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

[unpretty]

I recently learned that Fish Mooney was created for the Gotham tv show (you had her so well integrated in Sorrowverse that I just assumed she was a longstanding supporting character). Anyway, that led to me reading her Wikipedia page. And, well, I’m glad she’s in Sorrowverse because I have more faith in you doing justice to her than the official material did.

i really thought i predicted the cool clever thing they were going to do with fish mooney and then they didn't do any of that. so i guess i have to write it. along with all the other things they didn't do.

[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.

[magicalgirlmascot]

When they're in high school, Jaller and Takua try dating for all of a day before deciding it's weird and they're more suited to being best friends. After Ahkmou comes out as bi, Takua says "oh so is Jaller maybe you two could try" and Ahkmou immediately interrupts with "I would literally rather die than date Jaller don't you dare finish that sentence"

[falloutcoys]

to me, writing is a lot like solving a puzzle.

sometimes I know what I need to do to get from point A to B and I just have to execute all the right steps and get it done. sometimes i've got a vague idea of what's got to be done but until I do it, the exact shape of it is unknown. sometimes i've got to just bash my head against the wall and hope it gets me somewhere.

and sometimes there's a moment where everything clicks into place and i feel like a genius. and honestly nothing beats that feeling

[minotaurcircuits]

All of This Can Be Broken (All of This Will Be Broken)

surely all the things that made me cry in deh can be fixed by putting connor into a time loop. i'm sure this action will have no consequences at all for him.

summary:

After Connor tries to kill himself, he wakes up.

Time folds back on itself, winding around and around, until he's tangled up in it, trapping him in a loop of September third, the first day of his senior year, and the day he tried to kill himself. He has no idea how to get out.

[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