#fix it fic ftw

[aflockofravens]

Sorta, kinda, tryna write this as we speak ✌️

Good morning

[nephilimeq]

Teen Wolf and Lack of Character Development - Scott McCall

Incoming Rant: Re-watching the first season of TW I have realised why I never felt that Scott was The Hero of the story even if the writers did not stop hammering the idea that he was pure and perfect and always right. He never sacrifices himself. This is a classic of fiction, the hero will always be the one who makes the greatest sacrifices for the common good and for those they love, renouncing happiness, normality and even their own life. 

But Scott never does that. Even in the first season this is very clear. The first few episodes emphasise that playing lacrosse and dating Allison are things he wants, but are dangerous to himself and those around him. The narratively logical thing would be that, after a period of selfish refusal, he would realise that the right thing to do is to give up what he loves until he has better control of himself and his new powers, sacrificing his temporary happiness for the good of others.

Instead, the narrative rewards Scott with control gained through Deux Ex Machina and not hard work, he gets to date Allison and becomes a Lacrosse star without sacrifices and therefore doesn't grow or evolve at all. This keeps up for all 6 seasons. Meanwhile, everyone else around him is constantly sacrificing their safety, sanity and even life for the common good.  And ten years later in the movie nothing has changed. Scott’s still not the one performing the sacrifice, he's still not the hero yet. He gives nothing, but the narrative rewards him with true love. Meanwhile Derek gives his own life to save those he loves he is The Hero.

So. Yes. To all of this.

I have made a countless number of posts about Scott’s development. Specifically, his lack of development. The writers had every opportunity to make him a decent character -- and Posey could have performed it and done everything at least moderately well -- but instead, they caved into Jeff Davis’ whims.

There were other writers in the room who should have held Jeff accountable and written Scott as a proper hero: a hero who sacrifices his own selfish wants for the greater good.

They do not have the right to tell us not to like characters such as Stiles or Derek more because they were the ones who wrote those characters using the hero’s journey narrative that they very easily could have written for Scott...but they didn’t. When the creator of Teen Wolf speaks up against those fans, he has no one to blame but himself and the other writers, and to say anything to the contrary just makes him look like a hypocrite.

You cannot expect your audience to believe your main character is a hero when you do not give them faults to overcome and make them a better person.

They wrote Scott as never taking consequences for his own actions -- instead, they had everyone else suffer the consequences of his actions and had them clean up his mess and deal with the repercussions. (not going into detail here because I have already done so on many other posts)

But when you show characters such as Stiles and Derek dealing with complex emotional and physical traumas and then doing things to try and improve themselves, while also dealing with their own mistakes and growing from them...but then don’t hold your main character to the same standard, how can you be surprised when no one relates to them? The accountability for Scott’s lack of accountability can be traced right back to the writers’ room.

I genuinely could have liked Scott. In fact, when he was being sweet and helping his mom, I loved him! He had the potential to be a fantastic main character...but the writer’s neglected their responsibility as writers.

To put it simply: the writers suck.

The only reason the show lasted was because they had good cinematography, and they brought on some experienced older actors into the cast, and they had two natural talents on screen: Dylan O’Brien and Tyler Hoechlin.

That’s it.

[naturally-geeky]

Does anyone have a fix-it fanfic for the movie where Stiles comes back and has to deal with severe PTSD when he finds out it’s the Nogistune, while simultaneously talking himself through it using words his therapist has told him repeatedly so he can save his friend’s *cough* Derek’s *cough* lives?

[partiallypearl]

“You’re guilty of all the same things I am. It’s just that everyone gives you a pass because you’re cute and charming.” + sambea?

Finding Sam Harvey at the Malacoy Academy hadn’t been hard. The boy was exactly the same as he had been at Alfea - smart and kind and maybe too nice for his own good. 

Enrolling herself had been a piece of cake, and she was smart enough to be put into third year classes with little assessment - a small mercy. 

Despite his initial shock at seeing her, Sam was nice to her, introducing her to his friends (which as much as Beatrix loathed to admit it, she didn’t entirely hate them), helping her with assignments and generally being a good person. 

It was exhausting, just how good he was. 

He was a good guy - not the kind people made fearful jokes about, but the kind who was truly truly good. 

And she wanted nothing more than to corrupt him. 

“Y’know you’re so good Harvey.” She said, nails tapping against the desk as she sat beside him. He looked at her, his big brown eyes falling on her face.

That was one of the things she liked about him. His eyes never focused on her body, but instead he kept them on her eyes and face. 

It had been weird at first, but now, she found it endearing. 

“Your father’s position gets you a lot of power, you know that right? Former Alfea professor, now working at the Malacoy Academy. Two of the biggest schools in the Otherworld. Wonder if all that power ever gets to your head.”

Sam raised an eyebrow in confusion and Beatrix smirked, leaning in closer. “I know what you were planning at Alfea. I mean killing Rosalind? You think me and my dad didn’t try that as well?”

Sam’s face changed from confusion to panic as he began shushing her. “No one here knows about that. Besides, I’m nothing like you. You’ve actually killed people Beatrix. My dad, Silva and Dowling may have played dumb, but they all knew it was you who killed Callum.”

Beatrix cocked her head, grinding her teeth. She sighed, crossing her arms as she spoke. “You’re guilty of all the same things I am Harvey. It’s just that everyone gives you a pass because you’re cute and charming. I wonder what your new friends would say if they knew about everything.” 

Sam stared at her, like he was seeing through her and it made Beatrix want to squirm. She had never seen his eyes so cold, let alone so filled with anger. “What do you want?” He asked harshly and she grinned at him.

“Darcy and Isobel Daniels’ contact information. They graduated here last year and they are the closest thing to finding my birth family that I have.” 

Sam shook his head, his floppy brown hair bouncing. “No way Beatrix. Those files are in the headmaster’s office. You want to get expelled, you’re doing it on your own.” 

Beatrix scoffed, her anger at him flaring. “Fine. I don’t need your help Harvey. I’ll just do this by myself.” 

She got up, shoving the chair out of her way and Sam’s hand grabbed onto her wrist. “Be careful Beatrix. You could make a fresh start here - don’t mess it up.” His eyes looked at her, earnest and filled with concern. 

She wanted to kill him. Who did he think he was? Her friend? She didn’t need his pity - or anyone else’s for that matter. 

Beatrix turned to glare at him. “You would know about that huh golden boy?” Sam’s grip loosened. “Daddy’s connections get you wherever and whatever you want. New school, new friends. But you’re still the same guy at Alfea who fucked up and ruined his relationship. You’re the one who had to leave and start over. Remember that.”

He pulled back like she had burnt him. For a moment, she hoped that she had. She stormed off, her electricity sparking as she exited the library, her heeled boots clicking against the tiles. 

Fucking goody two shoed professor’s son.

[starspanner]

Jecki went to look. A leafy tendril was sliding through the grate; as she watched it waggled through the opening and lunged at her, wrapping around her leg like a vine, and instantly tried burrowing into her boot. It had thorns. "Ow! Hey!" She leaped backwards, setting a hand on her lightsaber.

"Hold still, I got it." Jody seized the tendril, and instantly dropped it. "Ow! Princeton!" It shuffled straight for Jecki again, who jumped up on the table.

The grate opened so the lift could slide down past them, then back up with Princeton inside. "What's wrong?"

"Your carnivorous plant is trying to eat the Jedi."

"Oh! I didn't know it had mobility!" He ran to the bar and returned with a pair of tongs, and seized it even as it scuttled up the table-leg. "There we go. I'll put it in a terrarium."

"With a lock!" Jody warned him as he returned to the lift with the flailing vine.

"Is this normal?" Yord asked.

"Oh, you have no idea."

-- From Fix-it Fic Take One (working title), set in my multiverse crossover fic of doom.

This week’s word is…

✨ LOCK ✨

Find the word in any WIP and share the sentence containing it. Reply, reblog, stick it in the tags, tag us in a new post, or keep it private. All fandoms, all ships, all writers welcome.

[imgeekgirlfan]

The Curse of Cassandra│(Qimir x Reader)

Read in Ao3 : here

Pairings:  Qimir x f!reader(SEA Reader)  [The Acolyte]

Content Rating : Mature 18+  Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning (AT YOUR OWN RISK)

tags/themes : Alternate Universe - Dune & Star wars, Partners in Crime, Strangers to Lovers

Summary: Being a prophet is both a gift and a curse; you see the future and you’re burdened with the weight of knowing that every decision you make could shape or destroy entire universe, with the overwhelming pressure that the fate of the galaxy hinges on your choice, and every path fraught with sacrifice.

Status: Completed (Finally! 😭)

A/N : I'm thai and english isn't my first language (sorry for the broken English)

This fic exists 'cause I got high (thanks to weed!). So my work's full of random shit in many ways. But I hope you'll dig it.

I got inspo from novels and movies I'm obsessed with: Dune, Furiosa: A Mad Max Saga, Blue Eye Samurai, and Anne Carson's Cassandra Float Can. (Hence the title "The Curse of Cassandra," linking to the Greek myth)

It's a mash-up of different universes, not just Star Wars, with a lot of tweaks for my storyline. If you want fanfic that strict Star Wars canon, this fic isn't for you.

Also, diversity FTW! the reader in this fic isn't white, she's a SEA woman, we gonna representing ASEAN pride.

➡  EP : 1 // EP : 2 // EP : 3 // EP : 4 // EP : 5 // EP : 6 // EP : 7 // EP : 8 // EP : 9 // EP : 10 // EP : 11 // EP : 12 // EP : 13 // EP : 14 (Completed)

[Intro] A long time ago in a galaxy far, far away

What fate could be worse? 

Being captured by Jedi 

Or being hunted by Sith

You close your eyelids, frowning at the stabbing sensation creeping into your brain. It's always like this when you try to sink into the stream of time, pondering what's yet to come. The price for this wicked foresight is torment of both body and soul, intensifying as your senses expand.

You see, you hear, you feel. The moisture in the air, the sound of water droplets hitting the ground, the wind rustling through the grass, the capillaries in your nasal cavities twisting and rupturing before blood gushes from your nose.

As you casually wipe away the red fluid with the back of your hand, you suddenly realize certain truths that have always been part of you. 

You are an aberration, something repulsive. An Abomination. 

And abominations must be eliminated—so they say.

You let out a long sigh, allowing your mind to drift through the past, present, and future—every possible event and situation. You watch it all with a numb mind, as if you've seen the same movie hundreds or thousands of times, a movie whose ending you already know well.

Yet there's one thing you still don't know: which ending will the path you're on now lead to?

Something pulls you out of your meditation, coinciding with the moment you sense someone's piercing gaze openly fixed upon you. That man is watching you from the shadows behind a large tree, not with malicious intent but with curiosity mixed with several other complex emotions too ambiguous to explain.

You remain seated in meditation at the same spot, amidst the blood and corpses of the Jedi, not daring to move, almost forgetting even to breathe.

You are the last one still breathing, the final victim of the Jedi massacre carried out by the mysterious Sith—The Stranger who is now closely observing you.

His face is completely hidden beneath a dark, twisted metal mask. Yet you can still feel his gleaming eyes surveying your body, as far as sight allows, focusing excessively, even invasively.

The curiosity in his mind is so intense that you find yourself trembling.

You see visions of what might happen—there's a high chance he'll rush in to slice you to pieces with his red lightsaber, searching for secrets or whatever might be hidden inside your body. Or he might subjugate you with his Force, using his power to penetrate your mind, deep into your subconscious, hoping to taste the forbidden fruit of secrets that you alone possess.

But he will never know, as long as you don't wish him to.

The scent of death hangs heavy in the air as heavy footsteps crunch over gravel, approaching you slowly, like a predator toying with its prey. You freeze, every muscle in your body tense, as you face the tall figure in dark cloak, his visage concealed behind a strange metal mask carved into a distorted smile.

For a moment, this man reminds you of the grim reaper from ancient religious myths that vanished thousands of years ago.

He is the harbinger of death everywhere he goes, including your own death

Awareness strikes like a warning signal. Various possibilities flash through your memory, similar to how a dying person recalls everything that happened in their life.

You instantly realize how crucial this moment is. This is an incredibly fragile juncture. 

There's a fifty percent chance he'll kill you, and another fifty percent chance he'll spare your life. 

Fear spreads throughout your flesh, imprinting itself on your soul, turning your blood ice-cold. Your pulse races with panic. 

You take a deep breath, quickly focusing, trying hard to regain control of your shaken mind. "I must not fear," you mutter to yourself, the same phrase your mother used to teach you as a child. "Fear is the mind-killer, fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration..." 

A low, hoarse laugh escapes from behind the metal mask. Clearly, he heard what you said. "Oh, I think you should fear," he says, his words teetering between mockery and sarcasm.

You know he wants you to fear because, for the Sith, fear leads to power.

 You do the opposite, swallowing the lump of fear in your throat, maintaining a calm demeanor as you force a faint smile for the person before you. 

"Humans fear what they don't know, just as they fear me, and just as they fear you." You pause momentarily, carefully considering your final sentence, which could determine your fate. 

Finally, you speak, firm and unwavering, "But I know you, so I do not fear." 

There's a fifty percent chance he'll kill you, and another fifty percent chance he'll spare your life—this thought returns to your mind once more.

He had always kept his secret well, never letting anyone who knew his true identity survive.

You know well that your revelation will bring about an end that changes everything, both for better and for worse.

This is the gamble you've already placed your bet on, for this purpose and for this moment.

The lightsaber hilt in his hand remains tightly closed, showing no sign of the red flame that has taken countless lives. He kneels before you, his action clearly revealing vulnerabilities in his body. You could easily grab the lightsaber from the Jedi's corpse and behead him in one stroke.

But you don't kill him, just as he doesn't kill you.

You look into his eyes, he looks into yours, gauging each other in silence.

His large hand reaches beneath his mask, unlocks the mechanism, and slowly removes it, revealing the familiar face in your sight.

His face is sharp in every proportion, with messy jet-black hair. His eyes, once gentle when touched by sunlight, now cold as ice, contrast starkly with the smile slowly spreading wide, in the same fashion as the smile on the mask he wore earlier.

"Qimir"

His name sounds strange when you utter it, as if it's not a name you're familiar with, and the man before you is not the man you know.

The man chuckles softly and moves even closer, cutting off any chance for you to escape. You swallow hard, trying to turn your face away from his intense gaze. But he doesn't let you. His fingers, wet with others' blood, dig into both of your cheeks, pressing hard enough to hurt, forcing you to look only at him.

"Surprised?" He leans in closer, his hot breath on your face, and whispers softly in your ear, "I told you, you can't run away from me."

[labseraph]

mercy, tear it down. - orange_crushed - 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Dual cultivation fix-it fic ftw!

[rebornofstars]

SEPFEMBER DAY 5: HILDA + GHOST

When she had been small, she had believed that things would get better. Instead they had only ever gotten worse.

The throne room was cold and lit only by moonlight. Her footsteps echoed on the floor. Despite the late hour, all she had achieved in her bed was to toss and turn uneasily. The knowledge that Hyrule's hero was making his way to her with that blessed Triforce burned inside her. Soon she would have everything she had ever wanted in her hands. Lorule would be healed.

Hilda stopped at the base of the dais. In her mind's eye she saw it as it once was, her younger self sitting stiffly on the throne. It was going to be okay. She was going to fix this. For her people. For the country. For the ghost of herself.

Things would get better.

.

WE ARE 1/6TH THROUGH THE MONTH! CONGRATULATIONS EVERYBODY!

I'd like to draw your attention to @chatter-crow's gorgeous tp zelda art from yesterday's day 4!

Since the last time I posted we have also been blessed with @twidash-ftw-blysse's incredible medli drawing, @zarvasace's adorable botw-style medli portrait, and @triforce-of-mischief's wonderful medli drabble! A huge cheer for you all!

My first sepfember fic is very slowly coming along! I hope to post it by the 12th, but we shall see 😅

[tinyravenfeathers]

"And some dude named Jeff" Season 4 episode 10

The Jenkins Episode. LOVE IT.

Full disclosure: I am a lifelong DnD nerd. I started with 3.5 back in the 90s. I am this label, this label is me.

It's kind of sad that Dolores gives the cats a sunny upstairs room and Jeff lives in the basement.

...now that I think about it, why does the woman have like 12 cats in one room, that's gotta suck for the cats and everyone involved.

Especially if Desi has pink-eye and Otto needs suppositories. Ew!

I love how the only inaccurate thing about the DnD nerds first scene is that they're rolling the dice rather haphazardly. Jenkins throws a d20 and a d12 (I think) at the same time...different sided dice throws are not a thing. Multiples of the same kind of dice, yes, especially to calculate the damage of a hit.

And Jenkins tosses the dice AT the figures on the map/table. Yeah, no. A dice tower would probably be employed with that small a table, but I get how that would be less visually exciting/take up too much screen time.

The DnD nerds were DEFINITELY in on Jeff's switcheroo plan. We hear them talking about it when Jenkins comes down the stairs. They were totally expecting a different person inside Jeff. The way they set Jenkins up to reveal himself shows some LARPing skill in my opinion. I've LARPed, it's just costumed improve with stricter rules lol.

I'm less sure Dolores/Jeff's mother knew about the switcheroo. (I called her Gloria in one of my stories, I need to fix that.)

The Jeff buttslapping Jacob scene. And the awkward aftermath. *Chef Kiss*

Oh look, they've all got costumes. Shocked, I'm shocked. Definitely LARPers. But...why would they wear that stuff to break into the Library? How did Jenkins present this to them? "Think of it as a live dungeon crawl"? Okay, then I'mma gonna concentrate on supplies and some kind of knife, a first aid kit, a shield, maybe some rope...not a cape, a head dress, and fishnet stockings.

I would have loved to see a version of this with the actors switched--John Larroquette acting like Jeff-inside-Jenkins ("how about we...make some magic..."), Andrew Caldwell playing Jenkins-inside-Jeff ("would you please stop setting off booby traps!")

It's really sad how few lines Ezekiel has.

Personal head canon: Ezekiel did some of the stuff Jeff is doing. Only, you know, he hid it better and was a bit cooler about it. We've seen Ezekiel use Munchausen's Top, the Spinning Wheel of Clothos, and have the attitude that 'rubbing up against anything magicky' can be a solution to rescuing Eve and Flynn in that one movie episode so yes. This carefree attitude towards power is why Jenkins worries about him.

The "gimme that boom" scene. C'mon Jenkins get more into it lol.

The Library teaching Jenkins about the best aspects of himself through the analogs of the new librarians. Cleverness from Schmidt/Ezekiel, Joy from Aurora/Cassandra, Persistence from Dennis/Jacob.

The knighting. Beautiful. Also getting the innocents out of the way before something truly dangerous?

"You think that was bad?! Wait 'til I get hold of you!!"

The little speech Jenkins gives to Jeff "what's the point of having a life if one does not live it fully," was so incredibly pertinent and needed when I was in a low place that I named my long-form fic after it. I should get back to writing that.

Jenkins' potion needs a jolt of magic to make it work. Noted!

"Bye Mom!"

What the heck were Dolores and Asmodeus doing while Jenkins and Jeff were scuttling down the stairs and making their way to the basement? Damn, I hope she locked herself in a bathroom or something.

The lightsaber in Jenkins' hands wasn't cut to shreds right away. More Galahad magic?

Ringpop FTW

How did they not see each other had changed? so weird.

Back at the Library--the carnage of Jeff is hilarious.

Eve's kiss (instead of Cassie) on Jenkins came out of left field but okay.

Awesome ending. If Jenkins cares for you, he spends time with you.

Beauty.

So many ideas for my fic came out of this episode.

[snekberry]

You said you accept fic recs so!!!! Here are some bangers.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38848605/chapters/97146903 - Very fun writing style, alternate universe fix-it by entityfied jonmartin, and a Jon Flesh Spider! What more could you ask for?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23983534/chapters/57689482 Amazing writing talent here, this one had me hooked and it has a happy ending :)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22614073 Teacher!Jon, very very sweet

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29111889 alternate mag200 ending, happy! Human solidarity ftw

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32626561/chapters/80933818 Jon dies but comes back via the sheer power of denial. Fun but sad at times.

YES Thank you for the fic recs i will consume these in my free time ^_^

[sitp-recs]

Dronarry Fest - 5 fics I loved

Finally done with my @dronarryfest marathon and oh boy, what a ride it was! Lots of brilliant characterization, excellent UST, top gardening aesthetics, possessive sharing galore, mouth watering smut - 20 tasty gems across different tropes and genres! I’m beyond impressed with the fest’s quality, found some instant favorites that will certainly feature in my end of the year wrap up list, and am very excited to share them below with you. I can’t wait for reveals so I can properly shower these authors with love. We still have a couple days before it so go feast and make sure to leave kudos + comments at your heart’s content. You can (and should!) read the full catalogue here. Enjoy!

🤐 All the good things and the bad things that may be by @maesterchill (M, 5.7k) - hilarious and sweet, truth serum confessions, hung!Ron cause that’s the gospel truth, pre Dronarry and a phenomenal Draco making an appearance at the end. This is your obligatory no-angst pit stop to make your Monday better!

The one where Harry and Ron are forced to talk to each other loudly and honestly about their sex lives for The Greater Good. Or at least for the thwarting of evil.

🧪 Let Be, Let Be by @tackytigerfic (M, 10k) - VEELA Ron!!!!! That’s all, that’s why you should go read this right away. And also for this delicious established Drarry, protective/possessive Ron, competent Healer Draco, hurt Harry being loved and cared for as he deserves, and a sexy get together so full of tenderness and understanding👌🏼

Ron's never had a place to really call his own, so when the deeds to an ancient magical house in Bulgaria appear in his Gringotts vault, he ropes in his Curse-Breaker best friend (and his Curse-Breaker best friend's Field Healer boyfriend) to come and check the place out with him. What he doesn't expect is wanton destruction, a Veela transformation, and the need for some serious conversations between friends. And whoever said Draco Malfoy was bad at sharing?!

🌸 Trillium by @wolfpants (E, 13k) - gardener Harry owns my heart! I immediately fell in love with this sweet pining Ron lusting after sneaky boyfriends Drarry; lots of ogling and dancing around each other with tender brOTP moments and the softest cottagecore vibes you’ll see today

Harry and Draco are shagging. Ron’s got a hunch, and the only way to find out is to volunteer his services alongside Harry’s in the Big Malfoy Manor Cleanup of 2010. What could possibly go wrong? The one where Harry owns a gardening business, Draco is an aspiring National Trust property owner, and Ron is far too invested in the fit of Draco’s lovely clothes and the smell of Harry’s hair. But he doesn’t fancy them or anything like that.

🐉 The Sun, Shining Above You by @oknowkiss (E, 14.5k) - poly established Drarry ftw and a brilliant flashback that will def make you ship Dron like there’s no tomorrow, my heart was in my mouth waiting for their reunion. I’m very much here for dragontamers orgy shenanigans and sneaky sex at the Burrow, and if you’re a hoe for soft pining Draco and past Drarry + Charlie then run don’t walk towards this one!

Since joining up with the dragontamers, Draco counts his days in nights. Nights spent drinking in the commune mess, making poor choices he doesn't regret, for once. Nights he doesn't remember, and nights he wishes he could stop remembering. Then there's that night in Spain, caught in the circle of Ron's arms. A year of nights in Norway, caught in the heat of Harry's gaze. His first night at the Burrow, caught in between them both.

🪴 Silhouettes by @sweet-s0rr0w (E, 16.7k) - one of my favourite fics of the year with heartbreaking sentient Burrow, established Rarry, exquisite POV multiple narrative, more gardening aesthetics and hands down the hottest UST and threesome sex you’ll see today. This grieving and perceptive Ron is a triumph, everyone else can go home

Draco's trying to fix the Burrow, Ron's trying to grieve, and Harry... well, just what is Harry actually doing, anyway? A tale of grief, gardening, and ghouls, bad memories, bad puns, and bad flirting, and nudity both accidental and very, very deliberate. Cw: minor character death.

[silence-between-seconds]

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

for the truth or dare ask game

im bored

my exams get over tomo!!!!!

THANKU FOR ALSO SENDING QUESTIONS WITH EMOJIS

🥑 hmmm definitely @good-oldfashioned-lover and @her-midas-touch siv will help figure out what to do and ari will say murder is ok<3 and validate me. also theyre both geniuses. @daydream-of-a-wallflower will 100% help us hide the body and l can see the four of us getting away with it if we work together. marauders 2.0 squad and also poetry club ftw, we can do it also? @re-is-back-in-black? cover for us? lie thru your teeth to people who suspect us i trust you

that was a very elaborate answer trust me i would never (.....i hope-)

🍬 some of yall are not ready for this but here: Sirius Black does not care about how he looks. he does not have a skin care routine. he does not give a fuck about makeup (unless its eyeliner to look slay and rebellious). he believes in his lazy handsomeness and he does not care about fixing his hair. like seriously, canonically we see his character as a total carefree guy with 0 vanity. ok i like the egoistic joke we have about him. he's hot and he knows it. but the way people think he's always this particular "stares at every reflective surface" guy. no.

but thats just my opinion

🎨Ooo cant pick a fav there are so many. but the first one that came to my mind was: this tiny sirius and reg art by @industrations

because look at it 😭 its precious😭😭😭😭it made me cry and reminded me of me and my sister (we are kinda black brother coded)

i had it as my wallpaper for months.

🧩no paragraph spacing. i cannot read a fic if you dont paragraph space i cannot read a wall of words i will die.

also also first pov. its just not for me.

[blurrymango]

You have jacked your last off!!!

#positive affirmations #the future is bright #self improvement #amen #horniness is a massive burden #hashtag #celibacy FTW #penis curses #explosion #please let this come (cum. Heh.) true #sex is a sin #MASTURBATION is a sin #my balls are huge my dick is small #so much stuff I want to see in hentai is very niche to the point that it barely even exists #give me stealth sex with big masculine older men with cunts subbing for femboys and futas #the exact opposite of what I look for when I read fanfiction #like seriously when I see fic where a character that I see as top is bottoming I get ready to commit Japanese ritualistic suicide #or the Japanese pioneered act of purposely sacrificing your life and your plane to take out the enemy #anyway give me DBD Ghostface x FtM reader with added bonus of the reader being a gross degenerate and also its enemies to friends to lovers and it's like they both hate eachother but also they're their only friend and it sucks so much and its really toxic and ffucked up #ghostie is definitely circumcised (unfortunate) but it's true #and his cock is 8 and a half inches i uh i ffucking measured it #ALSO ALSO he is 100% a massive transphobe and either I fix him or he ''fixes'' me either way one of us is changing our views on trans people #anyway give me hentai where a shota or a futa is topping a big muscly guy who has a cunt #like do you see my problem? dynamics I like in hentai are the opposite of what I like in fanfiction #horse #and now that I have Equius's attention #your moirail is hiding in your hive #go find her before she decides to pounce on you #forgive me. i have not been posting a lot recently. because of my cyclical crippling addiction to hentai #and this post makes up for it #god i hope i stop being horny soon

[partiallypearl]

kat/terra + greenhouse?

this is more than three sentences but idk what yall expected from me

The greenhouse has always been one of Terra’s favourite places to be. Before, it was because she would spend most of her time with her brother and father there - making potions, looking after the various flora and fauna that thrive there.

Even her short lived time of being close friends with Riven and hanging out in the greenhouse, is part of the joy the greenhouse brings her. The knowledge that even for a few months, they had some place where he could be honest with her, and himself.

Now, playing with her girlfriend’s fingers as she explains some military exposition to her, she thinks that maybe there can be other people who make the greenhouse her favourite place.

“Ter?” Kat says and Terra looks down at her, a sheepish grin on her face. “Sorry. Zoned out a bit. Continue your story!” Kat smiles at her before leaning up and kissing the underside of Terra’s jaw. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Terra blushes, before focusing on Kat’s story. Yeah. Kat definitely is a new person to add to her list.

[girlthativealwaysbeen]

babe i am warning you don't get deep into jjk rn not until i give the green signal this is just a fucked up fandom and place to be in rn

i saw lmao tbh i already thought he was dead since it seemed like everyone was dead so im not too worried at one point i will just start thinking of canon as a badly horribly written book and it'll be fine fix it fics ftw

[loki-is-my-kink-awakening]

Fic Rec Friday

Theme: a fic that lives in your mind rent-free.

The rules are simple: tag the fic that lives in your mind rent-free and describe why it's so good/how it has a hold on you. Then, tag some fellow associates to see what everyone else is reading. Spread the love!

Thanks for the tag, @cha-melodius. I didn't realise each week was different, so excuse me for not doing last week's one already. 🙈

Alterity by Scotch

Lokius. A rewrite of canon and beyond.

This a series but I highly recommend because Loki goes to therapy. It's not easy. In fact, it's a struggle throughout. But it is important character development.

We also get time travel elements throughout and I just love when we see a scene for the second time but now from the other side (past or future). It's just genius writing, imo.

Also, the author wrote me mpreg in the third installment For All Time? Always because of my crazy comments on the last two chapters of I'd Lie For You And That's The Truth.

This series is not finished, nor is it being updated for the time being, but all fics published are complete

Don't Tell Me You Love Me by Dandelion (Honestly Dying)

Geraskier. Hanahaki Disease. Major Character Death.

I love to hurt myself, clearly. When I read this the first time, I sobbed so hard. I made so much noise.

And my window was opened so my neighbours in their garden heard me 😬

I've just re-read it again and still sobbed my heart out.

The imagery of the last moments in the fic, of Geralt burying Jaskier, of him visiting the grave, that stays with me. I see that image in my head a lot whenever I think about hanahaki fics.

Cold Frame by Nameless Dragon

Stucky with Loki. Idk what that ship name is. Slowburn. Broken people fix each other.

Ongoing WIP. We are 30 chapters in and only recently has there been small yet meaningful touches. Like a hand on an arm sort of thing. And it's so charged, it's unreal, and I scream for each and every small moment.

There are far from developing a relationship. Everyone has some form of PTSD and needs to heal. Loki also has physical hurts to heal.

Wishing For Tomorrow's Sake by BabyBlueGlasses

Ironfrost. Fake/pretend relationship, idiots in love.

The journey of these two eventually getting together was delightful. Full of twists and turns.

I particularly loved Loki having budgies because I love them, too. Also geeky Loki ftw.

And how they helped each other to grow as people. Yup, I just loved it.

Whole Lotta Love by StereoBone

Steddie. Idiots in love, bisexual awakening.

Like, all the moments that build and build, it's just so good

When we get to Steve eventually realising how him and Eddie have been in a relationship for three months, then realising he's bisexual all at once, it's just amazing. I love it.

Tagging @jesskier @kingeomer @echo-bleu @unclewaynemunson @rauchendesgnu @xavantina @zara2148 @runnyeggsnham @highwarlockofphilly @dapperwerewolf