#ficception

[dnpg-hiatus-survivor]

aw phil, you’re such a good writer. this fic would love to mate with The Urge written by Dan Howell. im gonna write a fic about THAT

[animezinglife]

@theaologies, I don't know if you've kept up with Veilguard spoilers, but I actually scanned the writers' list to check...something.

Me: no books are hitting because Solas dragon age isn’t in them

Me, remembering Daughter of No Worlds: oiuhhhhhhhhh Solas dragon age IS in there

[xiaq]

thought you might like to know that lrpd has its own fanfic on ao3 as of two days ago (which has made me very happy as a fan of alex and also not alex who is always scouting for new works about him)

HOLY SHIT?? I'm not going to read it (yet) because I'm not finished publishing their arc yet and that's something I have to be careful about apparently, but I can't wait to find it again in a few months. Omg. Thank you for telling me this. It's like...ficception.

[blot-squisher]

haiii the ficception anon here.

I meant more as in like, characters with your exact characterization and lore points. the idea I had doesnt rly involve marcus as much as I love him due to respect.

Im happy either way, I just wanted you as the og author to be comfortable skjdkskf

The point of your original ask

-> -> -> My head (* - * ) Excuse me while I go put myself in the corner for a time out.

I'm so sorry I completely misunderstood your previous ask. You are more than welcome to do so!

[ao3feed-jaytim]

Into the Birdieverse

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48173215 by BeautyInTheLibrary “Don’t move too fast.” Robin spoke softly as he helped Stray up on his feet and the cat turned to face Robin and leaned back against the rail. “We got hit with magic, it’s nasty stuff but the after effects will wear off in a bit.” “Ha ha.” Stray said sarcastically. “Magic’s not really.” He laughed but Robin didn’t and Stray stared at him. “It’s not….it is? Magic is real? Is Santa real?” “I don’t about that but magic is totally a thing and it’s annoying as hell.” Robin said and tried to tap in on his comms to contact Batman and see what might be going on. “I can’t reach B…he has to be with the magic user, I think we got ported but the range on these comms are supposed to be epic, where did we end up?” He pondered. ----------- Robin hated magic, he really did. It always left a bad taste in his mouth and flipped his stomach, but dealing with magic came with the gig sometimes. What didn't usually come with the gig was getting blasted to another world with you cat burglar boyfriend to find different versions of themselves that had taken such drastically different paths and were for some reason were older than them. ------- JayTim Week Day 2: Magical Mishap, universe crossing Words: 1695, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 2 of JayTim Week 2023 Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Batman: The Animated Series, Catwoman (Comics), Red Robin (Comics), Batman and Robin (Comics), Robin (Comics), Red Hood and the Outlaws (Comics), Red Hood/Arsenal (Comics), Batman: Under the Red Hood (2010) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd Relationships: Tim Drake/ Jason Todd Additional Tags: JayTim Week, JayTim Week 2023, Prompt Fic, Romance, magical mishap, Crossover, Ficception, Cross over of Bad Habits and Fake it to Make it, Tim Drake is Catlad | Stray, Jason Todd is Robin, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Jason Todd is Red Hood, more info in author notes, Established Relationship, worlds collide, Magic, Love, Teens in love, Jaytim - Freeform, twice read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48173215

[volturialice]

fic fic: The Scandal

🤠merry crisis, shannon <3

and happy chrysler all you COTN fans. it’s another fic-ception situation where I write a oneshot set in @flowerslut’s COTN/WITD universe! This one contains spoilers up through the most recent chapter of WITD.

anyway the background here is that shannon refuses to accept my Vision of how her story should go so I fixed it for her. I gotchu bestie <333333

1.8k words

jalice + kate/garrett + tanya 

rated T for discussion of sex

iii. the scandal

Alice had come closer to death than this last year, so the incident with James was far from her first rodeo. She knew the drill—the swarm of helpful Containers and less-helpful human officials and reporters, the various top-secret debriefings. And of course the lectures—a concerned one from Carlisle and Esme forbidding her (again) from acting on her own, a thermonuclear one from Rosalie about the utter fuckfest going on in the press, a mild one from Josie about using her health as an alibi for ‘silly heroics…’

And then there was Jasper, whose cocktail of terrified fury and frantic, aching relief kept seeping out and giving Alice emotional whiplash even when he wasn’t actively lecturing her. It was strange to have their roles reversed—last year she’d been the one anxiously hovering, afraid to let him out of her sight for a moment. Now she could hardly step out of her room without an interrogation, or so Emmett teased her (“serves you right,” said Edward when he caught her mentally complaining about it.)

Only Bella was, as usual, blessedly quiet about the whole thing, welcoming Alice back with a hug and a simple “I’m glad you’re okay.” Trapped at home under Rosalie’s “lay low and stay out of the public eye, for fuck’s sake” edict, Alice found herself retreating more and more often to the second floor sitting area that served as Bella’s unofficial reading room for peace and quiet. She and Jasper had a tacit understanding that whenever she went to sit with Bella, it meant she wasn’t in the mood to talk about the James Incident.

Unfortunately, Rosalie had no such understanding, and certainly no scruples about launching into another tirade three feet from where Bella was trying to finish The History and Future of Reading.

It was late afternoon, the three of them alone in the house, and Alice had been curled up on the couch, flipping through another of Josie’s oh-so-subtle wedding magazines. She abandoned it with a sigh as Rosalie launched into her latest theme, which was listing off all the things Alice had yet to do, working up to what she obviously thought was her coup de grace:

“And I can’t believe you were going to die a virgin!”

Alice looked away. “Um. Actually…”

Rosalie froze mid finger-wag. Bella looked up from her book at the sudden silence. “What’s happening?”

“No,” said Rosalie slowly. She crossed her arms. “No way. You didn’t.”

“Didn’t what?” demanded Bella.

Were Alice human, she would have been bright red. “We did.”

“Did what?”

Rosalie made an earsplitting sound of pure indignation. “Do you mean to tell me you finally fucked Jasper and didn’t even tell us about it?”

“Ohhh,” said Bella. She opened her book again.

“It didn’t seem important!” protested Alice.

“Not important? Alice, he hasn’t gotten laid since 1976!”

Alice threw up her hands. “I was kind of preoccupied with my sister getting kidnapped, Rose! You know, the whole thing where James almost killed me?”

“Oh, forget James,” dismissed Rosalie. “We want to hear about Jasper! Details, now.”

“I’m not giving you details!” Alice’s voice was on its way to a pitch only bats could hear.

Rosalie’s eyes narrowed. “That bad, huh? I guess I can’t blame the guy. I wouldn’t be able to last longer than a few seconds either if I’d been celibate for fifty years.”

“He didn’t—that’s not what happened!” spluttered Alice.

“Oh?” said Rosalie. (Bella’s eyes appeared over the edge of her book.) “So it wasn’t bad?”

“Of course it wasn’t—wait a second.” Alice cut herself off. She crossed her own arms, mirroring Rose’s posture down to the glare. “Nice try. You aren’t getting another word out of me.”

Rosalie groaned. “Come on, Alice! After the 24/7 PR nightmare you two have stuck me with for the next decade? You have to tell me something. Bella, back me up.”

“Well…” said Bella, shooting Alice an apologetic smile. “I have to admit, I am a little curious…”

It was Alice’s turn to groan. “Not you, too!”

“Maybe you can give us some more, ah, impersonal details. Like, where did it happen?” Bella suggested.

Alice let out a huff. “If I tell you, will you leave me alone?”

“Yes,” said Bella before Rose could reply to the contrary.

“It must have been in Denali, right?” supplied Rosalie. “Unless…don’t tell me you joined the Mile High Club.”

Alice laughed nervously. “Not quite,” she hurried to answer before Rosalie could jump to conclusions.

Rose and Bella exchanged a significant glance. “What does ‘not quite’ mean?”

“Nothing happened on the plane!” Alice lied.

“Then it was in the Denalis’ guesthouse,” assumed Rosalie. “Nice choice. Classy place. Emmett always says if Carmen and Eleazar didn’t want us to fuck there, they shouldn’t have provided a king-sized bed.”

Alice laughed again. “Um. Yeah. Funny you should mention beds,” she stammered. She checked the immediate future and saw that if she wanted to get this conversation over with, she was going to have to fess up. “It was actually on a couch in the library,” she finished in a rush.

Rosalie’s mouth popped open. Bella’s book slid into her lap.

“The library?” said Rosalie. “You had sex in the actual library?”

“Mm-hmm. The third floor,” Alice confirmed.

“Wow,” said Bella quietly.

“No way,” said Rosalie. “Em and I have always wanted to fuck there! I can’t believe Jasper of all people agreed to it.”

“Well, we didn’t make it a full month, it’s true,” said Alice, sounding a little too pleased with herself. “But he hadn’t had an episode in weeks and I could see that he wasn’t going to hurt me—”

“Not that,” scoffed Rosalie. “The cameras.”

Alice frowned. “The what?”

-

The security room in Denali was woefully outdated, Tanya knew. Aside from the periodic ripping out and replacing of its monitors, the place hadn’t been refurbished since the 80s, and it showed. The wood-paneled walls, the godawful brown carpet…luckily, no one ever came in here but the five of them, and now Garrett. It was Garrett who had come up with the ingenious new system whereby whoever had lost a bet most recently had to review the past two weeks’ security feeds. Tanya had to admit, it was more fun than drawing straws.

Still, watching the feeds was monotonous work on the best of days. Ten floors of bookshelves and file cabinets didn’t exactly make for a visually dynamic experience.

Which is why today’s viewing experience was so very, very notable. So...interesting. Tanya fired off a quick text to the group chat.

“What is it?” wondered Kate, poking her head in a few minutes later. Garrett lounged against the doorframe beside her.

Tanya beckoned them in. “Take a look at this.” She hit play on the black-and-white feed before her.

Garrett and Kate watched, silently at first. Then Kate said, “is that—?”

“Yep.”

Garrett leaned closer. “And are they—?”

“Yep.”

Kate let out a low whistle.

“Damn,” said Garrett, raising his eyebrows at the monitor. “Who knew Whitlock had it in him?”

“I always suspected,” said Tanya thoughtfully. “I mean, Maria must have kept him alive for something.”

“You realize we could make a killing off of this?” Garrett mused. This was followed by a yelp as Kate shocked him.

“Mmm,” agreed Tanya. “It would make Kim Kardashian’s look like a flop.”

Kate nodded her reluctant agreement. “There was a thinkpiece last year about how searches for ‘spinner’ on pornhub increased by 190% after Alice’s first press conference. Do you think she reads her instagram DMs?”

“Doubtful,” said Tanya. “Surely Rosalie has that sort of thing moderated.”

“God, imagine the audacity it would take to send a dick pic to Jasper Whitlock’s girlfriend,” chuckled Garrett.

“Probably the same amount it takes to watch security footage of them fucking in a library,” said Tanya dryly.

“Don’t tell me the original succubus is afraid of a little light voyeurism,” Garrett teased.

“Alice probably watches us all the time,” added Kate.

“Shit, do you reckon she’s watching right now?” wondered Garrett, looking around as if she might be lurking in the rafters. “Hello, Alice! Tell Whitlock I said ‘nice technique!’”

His phone rang a half second later, making all three of them jump.

“Fuck,” said Tanya.

“It’s her,” hissed Kate. “Now you’ve done it!”

Tanya’s awestruck “She really was watching” was drowned out by Garrett’s indignant “I’ve done it? And I suppose you were an innocent bystander in all of this!”

Kate answered the phone. “Hello?”

“Kindly turn that off,” growled the voice on the other end. Tanya would never have imagined that a little thing like Alice could sound so menacing.

The three of them looked at each other in turn. Behind Tanya’s head, the two figures on the security feed changed positions.

“Turn what off?” said Garrett. Tanya had to admire the man’s sheer balls. Kate reached around her and hit the spacebar with a sharp tap.

“All the way off,” commanded Alice. “And then delete it.”

“Awww, c’mon, Brandon,” Garrett teased. “Don’t tell me the hero who killed Maria is embarrassed. There’s no shame in a little good old-fashioned exhibitionism.”

“It was not exhibitionism,” Alice insisted. “Now delete it.”

“Are you sure about that?” piped up Kate. “You certain you don’t want to keep it for personal use? Take my advice, you could really make Whitlock’s decade with—”

“Ha. I think she’s already made his decade, Katy,” snickered Garrett. “But you raise a good point—let’s not be hasty, now. A cinematic masterpiece like this could come in quite handy. Why delete it when we could—”

“Because if you don’t, I’ll have you court-martialed,” snarled Alice.

Garrett and Kate looked at Tanya. Can she really do that? Kate mouthed. Tanya had no desire to find out.

“You know I can see you, right?” came the voice from the phone.

“Guess that makes us even,” murmured Tanya. 

“Fine,” said Alice. “I don’t have to have you court-martialed. You’re going to delete that footage right now because if you don’t, I’ll tell Jasper.”

Garrett and Kate looked at Tanya again. It might have been her imagination, but they looked even paler than usual.

“Now, now,” said Tanya, forcing a light laugh. “There’s no need for such drastic measures.” She took a last, appraising look at the screen before switching off the monitor. “I’m deleting it,” she announced. Garrett and Kate sighed in unison.

“Thank you,” said Alice.

“Of course,” warned Tanya, “there’s no deleting a vampire’s memory—absent company excluded.”

Garrett grinned at the phone. “It’s okay, Tanya—Brandon’s cool! She won’t tell the old grouch. This’ll just be our little secret, then, eh, Half-Pint?”

And so it remained. Tanya had to hand it to Alice—she had hit upon a threat greater than being court-martialed. The three of them kept their mouths shut, even though Tanya was simply dying to tell Irina.

Of course, some of them were better at discretion than others. Poor Jasper, Tanya reflected. If Alice had her way, that scary sonofabitch was going to spend eternity deeply confused as to why Garrett insisted on slapping him on the back and wolf-whistling every time they met.

.

you’re welcome shannon 🤠

disclaimer: technically this is (I’m guessing) set after WiTD, but I actually don’t know how the james confrontation will play out so that much is 100% just my own assumptions that they’ll probably live through it. no actual spoilers past what shannon has posted, I promise.

[iwriteficsandmore]

Typetober Day 3.

"You're a fool."

Keigo couldn't help the ghost of a grin on his lips at the irony and truth in Sora's words.

Still...

"I've been a fool for lesser things."

______

Shortest one yet. Some love to my fave ship in @alkhale's bnha fic, Of Heroes Blood and Boba. Legit it's like watching a Greek tragedy that couple. Still love 'em tho.

[lokischocolatefountain]

Birthday fic for @saiansha based on her wonderful Loki fic

[hey-malarkey]

I just realized I never finished that “kink shaming is my kink” vine fanfic and I’m a little bummed. I may go do that

[meanderings0ul]

This is more like six little paragraphs, but so nice to get something moving even if it is an entirely new fic I literally started this evening out of nowhere... >_<

As yet untitled 1998 ficlet focused on Andrew & Phil & May

“You don’t have permission to read her chart so please don’t try,” a voice said mildly.  

“Phillip what the hell is this?”

The man scrubbed a hand over his face, flashed a little grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Nobody calls me Phillip anymore.”

“Tough.”

Someone had muted the heartrate monitor so there wasn’t even any beeping in the awkward silence. Andrew reached out towards her leg under the blanket but froze when he realized he still didn’t know how she was hurt.

But Phillip nodded at him to go ahead. “Puncture wound to the lower left of her ribcage. Infection set in. It’s being treated. Should clear up soon but she’s still running a fever. The amount of medication she’s on hits her hard.”

Her ankle was too warm under his hand and he finally made himself swallow, because Andrew could tell enough of what Phil was leaving out of that description. Someone stabbed her and no one took care of it, because either there wasn’t time or there wasn’t supplies and that shit just didn’t happen to security officers for planes for charter.

He’d try because the only other option seemed to be to lose her, but how the hell was he supposed to play along with this forever?

[xiaq]

Very intrigued by the Witcher fanfic you mentioned! Anything you can tease about that?

It'd be an AU of Inex's Accidental Warlard AU (ficception!)

[blot-squisher]

what do you feel abt STG fanfics? ficception???? yea u get what I mean. any boundaries?

I think I know what you're asking? On the case of using my OC's for public fics, please don't. OC's inspired by, based on, or influenced by my own are perfectly okay! Those are your OC's! Just please don't use mine for your own works. (Fanart is one thing and is always welcome)

The Whispers of Insanity fic is a collaboration between a friend and I. I write for my own OC's, she writes for her OC's, and we share other characters. That's a whole other thing and a lot of communication goes into everything we write. NOW. As for works inspired by or borrowing elements from STG, such as pocket dimensions (Trees, the Realm, the Pocket, Hell, the Entity's Realm, ect) I don't consider any of that 'mine' like I do OC's. Those are all generally public ideas that have many variations throughout media and literature, and I have no intention of gatekeeping them.

All that being said, I will never snub works or ideas based on, influenced by, or inspired by my characters or works. It means a lot to know something I made was that well received! I hope this answers your question! If not, please feel free to send another ask or even DM me directly ♥

[katzuyas]

for @yurionrunway​ day 1: fashion stylists

this is a fashion au I’ve created with the lovely @littorella​  for a bang that will be coming very SOON, but these ficlets I wrote especially for this sweet little event bc I couldn’t help myself 😂 once you dabble in fashion... you stay in fashion ;3c

hope you enjoy it and look forward to more bc there’s a lot more coming! ❤️

"A little shorter in the back maybe," Victor says, looking into the mirror that Lucien is holding behind his head. He runs his fingers through the already short hair on his nape and hums. "Yeah, a little shorter in the back, please."

"Okay," the hairdresser agrees. "What about the front? Should we leave it like this?"

Victor flips his fringe with a tilt of his head, blows on the strands that cover one of his eyes. Before he can answer that it seems fine as is, Chris' teasing voice makes him drop his jaw open in offended silence.

"Leave it, darling," his traitor of a best friend says with a grin. "At least then he'll have an excuse as to why he always trips whenever someone mentions Yuuri Katsuki around him."

"I don't trip!"

Victor flips his fringe while he whips his head around, which earns him a warning glance from Lucien in the big mirror Victor is sitting in front of. Victor throws him an apologetic smile, and then glares at Chris' reflection, because it's all. his. fault.

All of it: Phichit Chulanont's contract, Victor's rapidly developing crush, the silly party that Victor isn't sure about attending anymore. Hell, Chris is even the reason why Victor left the audition room that fateful evening, because it was Chris who has asked him to bring over a file of that Czech model they used for the winter show in the hopes of maybe fitting him into the line-up if they can't find anyone better.

Honestly, Victor feels justified in his pouting. He doesn't deserve this teasing. At least not from Chris.

"Fine," Chris says, turning over a page of Harper's Bazaar with a bored flick of his wrist. "You stumble. Very gracefully and unnoticeably, which is why everyone is now aware of your big gay crush on him."

"They're aware of my big gay crush, because you can't keep your mouth shut," Victor points out, keeping his head still as Lucien snips away at his hair.

"Oh, honey..." Chris gives him a pitying smile. "If you think they didn't notice your pining all on their own then maybe Lucien should cut all that fringe off so you could finally see clearly for once. Your thirst is almost visible to the naked eye."

"It's not that bad," Victor mumbles and looks for help from Lucien. He's the only sane one between the three of them, so Victor feels justified to ask: "Is it?"

"Well," Lucien starts slowly over the snip snip snip of the scissors. "I know all the details because Chris really can't keep his mouth shut, you're right."

The tiny gasp Chris makes is definitely a delightful sound to Victor's ears right about now.

"But your crush is fairly obvious. He's right, too," Lucien adds. "You blush at the very mention of him, Victor. It doesn't take a genius to figure out why."

read more on ao3

[listentotheshityousay]

With Michael, he feels safe.

(wherein Jeremy Heere is scared of girls and Michael Mell is his last line of defense.)

So here’s my first Real Fic for the Be More Chill fandom. I don’t know how to write comedy but I am trying my best. Uh. Yeah. Chapter 2 will be updated in a couple days (currently working on Chapter 4). Hope you enjoy!

[ao3feed-crimeboys]

vita brevis mea oscen

by maryly_ever_after, soatan

After the events of Passerine, Techno and Wilbur came back home to a blessing. Tommy woke up to nothing short of a curse.

or: This fix-it-ficception got so angsty, so quick

Words: 20215, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Dream SMP - Fandom, Video Blogging RPF

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: Gen

Characters: TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot

Relationships: Technoblade & TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Wilbur Soot & TommyInnit, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade, Wilbur Soot & Technoblade & TommyInnit

Additional Tags: Poisoning, Post-War, Psychological Trauma, Immortality, Angst, Past Character Death, Mental Breakdown, Mentions of Murder, Self-Harm, Traumatized TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), as per usual, Soft Technoblade (Video Blogging RPF), Winged TommyInnit (Video Blogging RPF), Sleep Deprived Wilbur Soot, Angst and Humor, Hurt/Comfort, Inspired by passerine - blujamas, Insomnia

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/38219197

[kimium]

kimium, how do you feel about fanfics about your fics? like ficception (or recursive fanfic according to fanlore)

Hello Anon!!!

Good question! Honestly, I'm not sure. I think this is a case-by-case basis. If someone wanted to write a fic of my fic I'd want them to talk to me first and run their intentions by me.