#i wish you would write a fic asks

[moeblob]

Reverse!Gavin

[flieslikeamoron]

For the ask meme, if you're still doing it! I wish you would write a fic where either Eddie or Steve can read the other's mind, or feel their emotions, or are otherwise psychically linked in some way. :)

Hiiiii! At one point I was thinking about writing a soul bond type of thing where the bat bites create a hive mind that Steve and Eddie share. Your ask reminded me of the idea so I wrote a little bit of what that could have been like. Some dicks and stuff behind the cut.

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It’s not that weird.

Sure, it’s a little strange Steve always seems to know when Eddie pulls into the parking lot at Family Video. Even if he’s in the back room, couldn’t possibly have heard the rattle of the van’s rusted muffler. 

And yes, he can tell when Eddie’s hungry. Thirsty. Tired. Can tell without asking if he’s craving a burger or spaghetti. Can tell where Eddie is in a room without looking. Can feel it like a magnet pulling. But he knows when Robin’s hungry just by looking too. Or when she has a crush on someone. He knows when Nancy’s fed up or trying not to laugh. He knows when Dustin’s about to go off on some nerd rant before he starts talking. 

It’s just because they’re friends now. That has to be why he feels so much better when Eddie’s around. Like something he didn’t know was missing clicking into place. That’s friendship, isn’t it? 

It’s not that weird. 

Not compared to all the shit they’ve been through. It’s nice, actually, the way Eddie smiling at him sinks deep into him like sunshine on his skin. The way Eddie’s pacing footsteps or the drumming of his fingers on the counter thumps in a rhythm against Steve’s chest. Even when Eddie’s pissed, it rattles like rain on a tin roof in a way Steve kind of likes. 

It’s just because Steve likes him. It’s not a big deal that he hasn’t felt exactly like this about any of the other people he’s friends with. Any of the people he loves. Different isn’t bad. There’s no reason to mention it. What would he even say? Do you know when I’m thirsty too? Do you feel like a lock turning when you touch me? That does make it sound weird. And what if Eddie says no. What if Eddie has no idea what he’s even talking about. 

No, Steve will just give him a Coke when he knows Eddie wants a Coke. And bask in the smile that gets him. There’s no reason to bring it up. To make it weird.

Until.

It comes out of nowhere, heat building low in his gut when Steve’s in the middle of putting his laundry away. He’s got the phone trapped between his ear and his shoulder, Robin on the other end giving him a play-by-play of her latest not-date with Vicki. He puts the rest of his jeans away, trying to ignore how turned on he is for no apparent reason. But there’s something fucked up about having Robin’s voice in his ear while he’s popping a boner. 

“I gotta go,” he interrupts. “Sorry, I forgot I have to-” He tries to think of something he could be doing that’s not jerking off.

“Am I boring you?”

“No I just-” He stops again. This time because he has the oddest feeling. Almost the feeling of a hand on him. Of fingers pinching into his nipple. It’s never really done much for him, having his nipples played with. But a pulse of heat goes right through his balls. He curls a hand thoughtlessly against his boner, feeling the needy weight of it. “I’ll call you in a sec.” He can hear Robin protesting as he hangs up and tosses the phone aside. 

She calls right back, but he lets it ring. Too busy tugging his pants down. He can’t explain anyway. That he just really needs to get off right now. It’s rude as hell. He doesn’t know why he’s- But he’s so turned on. He’ll make it up to her after he gets this out of his system. 

He tugs his underwear down enough to get his dick out, starting to stroke himself with one hand, the other braced on his dresser. He likes to start slow normally, get himself worked up, but he feels strung tight as if he’s already been at it for a while. He spits in his hand, spreads precome down the shaft. Watching his hand move, the head of his dick red and slick in the circle of his fingers. 

There’s something wrong with his vision, something sort of blurry like a double exposure in a photograph. He blinks. It’s like the almost there of another hand, that’s not his hand. Of a dick that’s not his dick. He can almost feel it ghost against his skin when that hand moves, off rhythm with his. It’s making his dick throb, gut snarled tight with heat. It’s making him dizzy. He closes his eyes, and tries to focus on the slide of his hand. Just his hand. Tries to picture Phoebe Cates getting out of the pool. Perfect boobs and a slo-mo smile. But the picture in his head feels impossible to hold on to. Feels like he can’t- 

And then he’s seeing himself a little hazy and far away like looking through clear water. It’s him pulling himself out of the pool in his swim team speedos. Muscles flexing. Water streaming off him. Hand running through his own wet hair, and a cocky grin on his face. 

And okay, he knows he’s a good-looking guy. But he’s not- His ego isn’t this big. This isn’t the him he sees in the mirror. It’s sort of- Everything a little better than he actually is. The him he wishes he was. 

He didn’t- The shape of it feels wrong inside his head, like it doesn’t fit right. But he’s watching himself sitting down now, at the edge of the pool. And there's someone still in the water. There are hands on his thighs. A mouth on his cock. He can’t see much of the other person but long, dark, wet hair. He can almost feel it, the heat of that mouth on his cock. The sizzle of it through his mind going straight to his balls. And every time he strokes himself it’s like he feels it in his dick, and then he feels it again somehow like an echo throbbing through him. An overwhelming feedback loop of want and need and how good it feels. God. Fuck. I’m gonna come. He is gonna come, but he hears it against the inside of his head, and it doesn’t sound like him. It sounds like-

“Eddie?” he says cautiously. Out loud and in his head too.

He feels a quick stab of shock, fear. It feels like the rest of it. Sort of the wrong shape inside his body, inside his head. And then it’s like he’s got a song stuck in his head, but it’s a heavy metal song he’s never heard before. 

“Eddie?” He thinks it harder. Tries to make it a scream, send it out past the inside of his own head. But the music keeps going, the noise of it so loud he can hardly think past it, can’t hear past it to whatever Eddie’s thinking behind it. That is Eddie behind it though, he’s pretty sure. That was Eddie just now. The things Steve was feeling. That was what Eddie was thinking about while he was getting off. He was thinking about Steve. 

Steve should be more weirded out by that, probably. Knowing he’s starring in Eddie Munson’s wet dreams is a bit of a surprise. He didn’t even know Eddie’s gay. He waits to feel shocked or upset, but outside of being kind of confused how any of this is even happening, he doesn’t seem to mind it. It’s a compliment, really. If that’s the way Eddie sees him. He kind of likes it, actually, in a deep down, self-satisfied way that makes him wonder if he does need to work on his ego after all. 

He feels vaguely guilty that he accidentally ruined the guy’s jerk off session. He looks down at his hand on his dick. He’s not sure if he should finish now. It’s like stolen valor or something. Is he even horny or was he just piggy-backing? However he got here, he’s still pretty close. He gives himself a couple careful strokes. Can Eddie feel that? Or was it just a one way connection? He heard it when Steve thought his name though. The heavy metal is still fucking blasting, so maybe he can’t hear or feel Steve past that just like Steve can’t hear him. He doesn’t know if he should risk it though. 

It’s pretty fucking weird.

The kind of weird he can’t ignore. 

He takes a cold shower, the heavy metal stuck in his head starting to give him a headache. Could you turn it down a little? he tries thinking. If it gets through to Eddie, he ignores it. Steve tries to figure out if there’s a way to turn down the volume on his end. Putting his fingers in his ears doesn’t help. He tries counting backward from a hundred and that seems like it does something, sort of. But as soon as he stops counting he can hear the music just as loud. Maybe Eddie will turn it off on his own if Steve gives him a little time to stop freaking out. 

He’s got to be freaking out. Having the dude you’re jerking off about pop up in your head has to be the nightmare scenario of all time. But how is Steve supposed to tell him it’s cool if he won’t stop putting up a wall of sound?

Or maybe Steve could try something a little less direct than whatever this head to head connection is. He tries calling Eddie’s trailer. No answer. He tries the walkie. No answer.

He wonders if Eddie can tell he’s pulling into the trailer park like Steve can always tell when he’s pulling up the street to Steve’s house. Steve can feel it. That magnet tug as he walks up the stairs. That feeling just underneath his breast bone that always seems to orient toward Eddie like a compass pointing north. He wonders if Eddie can feel that too. 

But maybe he can’t, because he looks shocked when he opens the door. Wide-eyed for just a second. The music breaks apart in Steve’s head enough that he can feel fear, just for a second. Less than that. Barely long enough to notice if he hadn’t been paying attention. And then the music starts up again, and whatever Eddie’s feeling is hidden behind it. Behind the easy laugh as he reaches out to thump Steve on the chest with the back of his hand like normal. Says, “You couldn’t call?” like Steve didn’t. Says, “You’re lucky I don’t have a life,” and tugs Steve in through the doorway. Like normal. 

For a moment Steve thinks maybe it was all in his head. Maybe he’s just like- Losing it. Maybe he's making up weird shit and thinking he and Eddie have some kind of psychic connection and hearing things that aren’t there and seeing things that aren’t there. Maybe none of it is real. And there’s nothing weird here except him. 

But there’s music in his head. And he doesn’t know this song.

[necrotic-nephilim]

For the ask game: AU where during Tim's search for Bruce, Ra's agrees to help him on one condition: Tim will sleep with him. (It's probably some kind of scheme on Ra's part.) How their dynamic would change with more overt sexual undertone underlying their interactions...

for the ask game!

UGH i love this type of thing so much. in my heart, this is canon. to me. Ra'sTim my fucked up beloveds you two are so terrible for each other.

so what i think is fun and often misunderstood in fanon is that Tim didn't go to Ra's, Ra's went to Tim. so it's even more fun if Ra's goes to Tim, and has that condition he holds over Tim's head. offering all of Ra's' resources, full access to his computers, someone just genuinely believing Tim and working with him. i think, a lot of it would be a mind game for Ra's. sure he wants to fuck Tim, but more than that, he wants to see Tim's reaction. he expects an immediate no, in the way Tim is so hesitant to work with Ra's in the first place. he's pushing Tim's buttons and basically treating Tim like a rat in a maze. so when Tim says yes, and doesn't seem to hesitate too much. *that's* intriguing. because in a perfect world for Ra's, Tim says yes because of a genuine returned attraction. but Ra's isn't quite sure if that's the reason. it could just be because of Tim's search for Bruce. so Ra's would really push it, see how far he could take the sex. it's simple sex first, but Ra's gets more and more interesting each time. slowly working in kinks just to see where Tim draws the line in the sand, and if Ra's can convince Tim to cross that line.

on Tim's side, i think it's fun if you play with Tim being so deep in the closet he doesn't even realize he's bisexual, yet. so to him, sex with Ra's doesn't *really* count as sex. he knows Ra's is weirdly obsessed with him, and Tim wants to play that to his advantage. he likes the power that obsession gives him, within the League. so, if it takes some sex to satiate Ra's, Tim mentally views it as like, a training session. no worse than those unpleasant endurance trainings Bruce used to make them all do. and i like the accidental catch-22 of it. where at first, the sex does very little for Tim. but the more Ra's gets creative and kinky about it, the more Tim *actually* starts to enjoy it. Tim's bisexual crisis except it's over a centuries-old man showing him the joys of sadomasochism in an agreement that was supposed to be totally normal for Tim bc he just gets himself into these situations.

i think one of the biggest changes would be Tim's sheer amount of power and immunity in the League would be even higher. *everyone* can tell Ra's is fucking Tim, he's not really trying to hide it with the way he looks at Tim and touches him in front of everyone. Tim tries to stay clinical and professional, but you can only look so respected working when Ra's is basically stroking your chest as you work. there are whispers, people keep tellin Ra's not to trust this random son of the Bat, but no one will say it to Tim's face. it'd give Tim more power over Ra's' operation outside of the Bruce search. sure, Tim can't change the nature of the League of Assassins, but he can. tip the scales a bit. pull Ra's back from being lethal in certain situations, convince Ra's not to engage in other places. Tim is careful not to overextend this power so he doesn't lose it, but everyone else sees just how much power Tim has. he even start working on taking people out from under Ra's, when Tim goes nuclear and leaves. like how Tim basically steals Prudence, he steals some other younger Assassins he thinks he can convince to come to his side. because he's with Ra's, he starts to command a level of respect so it's not a difficult thing to do. sure, Tim's just the kid keeping Ra's' bed warm. but also, he's the kid *Ra's* deemed worthy enough to be involved with, so it's a double-edged sword of both disgust and respect held for Tim.

it's so funny to me if Tim starts to catch feelings. Ra's of course has feelings, but Tim has never noticed his feelings for a man before so he's fucking panicking internally. and worse, he's not doing a good job of hiding it. Ra's is perceptive and has centuries of experience on Tim. so he can tell. he sees the look on Tim's face when Ra's does a genuine romantic gesture with no strings attached. and that's when Ra's really leans into it. the sex is one thing, but now it's courting. gifts, pet names, kisses, praise, the whole nine yards. and Tim doesn't outwardly deny any of it because he just... doesn't know what to do with it. he could handle stupidly good sex. but this?? this is new territory. he's constantly reminding himself Ra's isn't a good person. which isn't hard to do but still, Tim's just a little torn internally. also. i think Ra's would at least try to kill Captain Boomerang, if not outright succeed, as a courting present for Tim. and Tim is *horrified*, but then again, in canon, he almost personally killed Boomerang. so maybe. there's something nice about having Boomerang dead, while escaping culpability. Ra's thinks his corruption crusade is working on Tim and is absolutely gloating about it. they even go on a proper date.

but, in the end, Tim still backstab Ra's. i think Ra's would still try to go for control of WI, but would be convinced Tim would be totally okay with it and offers to share control with Tim. that's how Tim betrays him, he's allowed to handle so much of the paperwork, Ra's has no idea until it all goes through that he actually has no control. it's The betrayal. because Tim will always betray his love for what he thinks is the right thing to do. the infamous scene, where Ra's kicks Tim out of a window would go a lot differently. instead of a dramatic fight, it's deeply wounded betrayal. in canon Ra's always knew Tim was never in his pocket, but in this AU, he was naive enough to fall for it. and he's angry. he's angry at Tim, angry at himself. i think he'd straight up try to kidnap Tim. less "kick Tim out a window" and more "intimately hold a knife to Tim's throat" vibes. they part ways, but there's still. something lingering. the bridge isn't fully burned and Ra's is still going to seek out Tim when he needs help, and Tim will seek out Ra's. they'll never trust each other again. but they also can't seem to stop loving each other. Tim hides it from the Batfamily and Ra's never gives Tim that level of control in the League again but. the "i didn't know who else to got to." moments are inevitable and there are whispers in the villain community about how you better be careful around Red Robin because if you're not, you'll piss off the Demon Head. unspoken, deadly protection while still sort of trying to kill each other.

[langernameohnebedeutung]

thinking about astarion bg3 again. how that's the Astarion we know and the guy that Astarion is to us - - - but if you took pre-vampire, pre-everything Astarion and had him face this vision of the future, that would be horror beyond elf comprehension (and not even largely because of the vampire thing). So invested in this.

Like imagine if through some magic something, pre-vampire Astarion gets pulled 200 years into the future and meets himself and. he's That/That's him. And it's not even just that that this...this thing is him/he's That Thing, that thing is the product of 200 years of hell that he's gonna have to go through. (Also I feel like if they ever faced, this is something that present-day Astarion would be an absolute dick to past-Astarion for - he got them in that mess, after all! He's not going to be sympathetic, especially not early on in the game)

I just want to have pre-vamp Astarion to face that Vision of the future and begging everyone to help him prevent this future somehow, trying to get any information to avoid this (because this is clearly the Bad Route, but there must be a way out! some decisions he can make!) And maybe he asks the gang for help bc clearly everyone should understand that Thing must never become him/he can never go through That and become That/This version of him must never come into existence.

but the worm club is just like "but that's our friend. that's our buddy Astarion right there? :/"

[talshiargirlfriend]

Oooh for fun if you're feeling the inspo!

I wish you would write a fic where... Trip and T'pol are stuck in the decontamination chamber from a power short/outtage for way longer than they should be—usual banter in full force😉

Okay, so this was stuck in my brain way longer than it should have been, but now it’s free! I hope you like it. ☺️

The decontamination chamber was not a sexy place. It was essentially a medical facility.

Trip prided himself on his professionalism. His discipline and skill in compartmentalising could impress a Vulcan. Here in Decon, his companion was not the woman who frequently shared his bed. And his dreams. And his shower.

She was Commander T’Pol, his respected colleague.

And she was cranky as hell.

Mid-decontamination shower the lights had flickered and gone dark. Captain Archer’s voice informed them of power fluctuations. “We’ve got everything under control. Enjoy your spa day,” he joked.

Trip rolled his eyes and noticed with a smirk that T’Pol was fighting not to do the same.

Phlox’s voice piped up over the intercom just as the emergency lighting activated. “I’m passing spare clothes through the drawer. Please apply the gel and allow it to dry for five minutes before dressing.”

Their clothes had been completely soaked by the spray from the strange little skunk-sloth creature they had startled on the planet.

“You want me to get your ears?” Trip quipped from his side of the divider. He was very carefully not thinking about the fact that she was naked and covered in gel on the other side.

“I believe I have the situation in hand, Commander,” she responded drily.

Trip closed his eyes and inhaled deeply through his nose. Did she have to say it like that?

Once dry, they got to put on the snazzy sickbay jammies Phlox had provided. Trip made a mental note to quietly mention to Phlox that underwear would be nice in these circumstances, but since T’Pol dressed without complaint he did the same.

That had been an hour ago.

“Hey Doc, any update on when we can get out of here?”

There was a long pause.

Trip was just about to activate the comm again when Phlox’s voice came through the speaker.

“Well, Commander, the good news is that neither of you appears to be carrying anything harmful or infectious.”

Trip closed his eyes and ran a hand over his face. “And the bad news?”

“The bad news is that the power fluctuations have triggered a lockdown. Crewman Rostov assures me he’s ‘working on it’!” Phlox’s cheerful voice sounded a little doubtful.

Trip sighed and sat back down on the bench.

T’Pol was supposedly meditating, but she clearly wasn’t. The silent treatment was getting to him.

“I’m really sorry I got us into this mess,” Trip said miserably. “There was nothing on the scanner. How long do you think it’ll be logical for you to stay mad at me?”

T’Pol looked startled, “Trip, I am not angry with you.”

“You sure? ‘Cause you seem…” he chose his words carefully, “a little unsettled.”

T’Pol looked down before answering. “I am concerned I was distracted by our conversation when I should have been more aware of our surroundings. You were not harmed due to my poor judgment, but that is simply good fortune.”

They had been enjoying a lovely day exploring a new planet and getting a rare breath of fresh air. He had paused to point out a flower that reminded him of one from her mother’s garden. When the creature trilled before popping out of the foliage, T’Pol had stepped in front of him with her phase pistol at the ready, which was how she got sprayed as well as him.

Trip rolled his tongue against his cheek and considered his response. This was clearly a serious concern for her, and he needed to respect that. Balancing her personal needs with her professional responsibilities was not simple or easy for T’Pol.

“I think you should talk to Malcolm when we get out of here. You know he won’t sugarcoat things. If there’s something you should do differently next time he'll tell you.”

T’Pol looked slightly nonplussed by his logical suggestion.

“Now, you wanna know what I think?” he asked.

She nodded.

“T’Pol, nothing showed up on our scanners. You heard that noise before it even registered on the equipment, and you responded before any of us knew what was happening.

You can’t predict or plan for every outcome. There are always going to be surprises, and you just have to roll with it as best you can, which is exactly what you did. You’re not… you’re not becoming distracted and abrogating your duties. You’re just … also, enjoying life sometimes.”

She was silent for several breaths, taking that in.

“What do you think?” Trip ventured at last.

“I think that you have become very sensible.”

“You're the most sensible person I know. You must be rubbing off on me.”

She cocked an eyebrow and muttered “not yet” just barely loud enough for him to hear.

He snorted, “Glad you’ve recovered your sense of humour.”

“Vulcans do not have a sense of humour,” she said, deadpan.

“Of course not.” He agreed solemnly, then grinned when her lips twitched just slightly.

They sat in a much more companionable silence for a while before Phlox’s voice informed them that the lockdown should be released shortly.

“Great news! I can’t wait to get out of here,” Trip enthused while T’Pol sat placidly.

Trip Trucker was very capable of separating the personal from the professional.

But knowing they were due to get out soon he was finding it a little hard to ignore the fact that his beautiful girlfriend was sitting across from him looking adorable and cracking jokes and not wearing any damn underwear.

He tried practicing the breathing she had taught him but he made the mistake of watching her to time himself. The rise and fall of her chest was not a good focal point. He choked back a laugh.

“Commander- Trip, are you all right?”

“Huh?”

“Your face is flushed and your heart rate is elevated. Are you feeling unwell?”

He cleared his throat, “I’m fine. I was just um, thinking… about you,” he admitted with a meaningful glance.

Realisation lit her face and he felt the associated emotions spark against the back of his mind like fireworks. Surprise, followed by affectionate exasperation, and then a nice twinkly hint of arousal. She enjoyed being desired by him.

“What is the expression? Hold that thought,” she told him with the slightest hint of a smirk.

“I’d rather hold—“

Her stern look cut him off just as a loud click resounded in the enclosed space.

“Commanders,” Phlox announced cheerfully, “I’m delighted to tell you you’re free to go!”

They just about managed to maintain a dignified pace as they made their exit.

[screamlet]

@ i wish you would write asks

fyi i haven't forgotten you!!! but work is work and brain is tired!

and i might? not write any other "what are your intentions?" additions/interstitials- i want the fic to stand on its own as much as possible 💖

it's not just a canon divergence story; i finished like 95% of it before the s8 premiere. the vibes now post-breakup are so, so different that i don't think i could capture their specific atmosphere anymore. so thank you for asking!! but after writing that one addition, i want them to stay in their little snow globe where no one can touch them, myself included lol

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

choosing violence 10 + 16 + 22 !!!! >:333

ok u didnt specify a fandom but im just gonna do this for pd because its front and center in my mind !!!!!! oh boy i cant wait to be crucified for my opinions

10. worst part of fanon

this is a problem with every jrwi campaign and also like. most . other fandoms to be real. but it seems like my favorite characters are always the ones that get the worst of the mischaracterization beam -_- i cant tell you HOW MANY fics ive opened bc the premise sounds cool only to IMMEDIATELY close it due to "he would not fucking say that" this isnt pd but if i have to read one more fic that infantilizes gillion for not understanding Land Things im going to blow up. hes stupid sometimes yeah! but hes not ignorant and hes not a baby hes like. literally the oldest one on the crew even if its only by a year or two. head in hands

16. you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

ok im gonna get burnt at the stake for this one but i personally dont really see the appeal of tfem ashe... like i see the appeal yeah of course i do i just dont get why people are so like... weirdly forceful and passive aggressive about it? also this is totally a personal thing no hate to anyone that does this but its kind of a peeve of mine when ppl write analysis posts ans use their headcanon pronouns like.... if u are going to talk about and analyze canon then talk about canon !!!! i cant tell u how many good ashe posts ive skipped over bc im like. we are talking about different characters here .. respect to ashe tfemers and everything but its not for me

22. your favorite part of canon that everyone else ignores

THERE IS A DISTURBING LACK OF CLARENCE ALBERT FAN CONTENT. WHY ARE PEOPLE NOT MORE INSNAE ABOUT CLARENCE ALBERT. HELLO???? am i the only person that feels this way . can anyone hear me its so fucking dark in here. every day i just want to read a fic about clarence albert and i am met with this

and neither of them are . interesting to me. hell on earth. bizly PLEASE give me more clarence lore in season 3 im fucking starving.

[crossbackpoke-check]

it’s all the rest of what i want with you

connor dewar/brandon duhaime :: 8k

Summary:

“Brandon,” Connor says with a sigh. “There’s no baby in there.”

“Not yet,” Brandon says. Connor feels his stomach twist, almost like what he would imagine a baby kicking to feel like.

in these trying times of dewvorce, may i offer you 8k of pwp inspired by @stillfertile’s wonderful art which i had. several breakdowns about 🫶 anyway please enjoy!!!

[geddy-leesbian]

when people act interested and want to talk to me and they start ignoring me after I send a couple messages 😊

[megamindsecretlair]

Yall coming through with these wish you would fics 🔥🔥🔥🥵

I promise, I promise. I'll get through requests a little quicker. But just know that most, if not all, are gonna be one shots 😗😗😗

[navybrat817]

I wish you would write a fic where after a one night stand with a pair of sexy Stucky husbands you’ve ended up pregnant!

Who's the daddy, nonnie, and why I am not permanently a part of their relationship? Bahaha. Just kidding! But seriously.

Imagine how happy they'd be. Or maybe not if it's angsty. I'd like to think they'd do their part. Or maybe you think they don't care since, after all, it was a one night stand. So many ways it could go.

Love and thanks! ❤️

[rizaposting]

i would also love to know more about your 03 project that i have seen you mention a couple times 👀 Is it something you are drawing or writing¿

Ahh! Man I wish I had more to show for it, but I've basically been thinking about it non-stop for the past several months. I wanted to get it started this year for the 20th anniversary but the latter half of 2023 was chaotic because I moved. o|-<

It's nothing too groundbreaking, just my attempt at reconciling what happened between the end of the anime to Roy deciding he was going to go be emo in the mountains, address what little we saw of them in CoS and how I think they would reconcile, and then also explore what their life together would look like afterwards...

I think it's going to be 3 multi-chapter pieces of writing with supplemental art. It's mostly Riza-focused (because she is my little el wiwi) but I also want to give Roy a fair shake and address the Crippling Mental Illness they both have refused to acknowledge. There will be plenty of angst and me putting Riza through Situations and making her the most miserable she's ever been in her whole life, but it's to highlight her character growth and experiences, and there will be a happy ending. Because I think making them struggle and suffer for nothing goes against FMA's themes, and I'm a sap and want Riza to get all the kisses in the world because she deserves them.

I don't have very much to show for it, but here's a half-finished WIP from way earlier in the year about Roy not wanting Riza to see his wounds

[i-am-church-the-cat]

i wish you could write a fic where Logan and Oscar teach eachother american/aussie slang

see that's so interesting bc before australia last year, logan did a video where he was judged on aussie slang and he thought he was gonna do really bad but he actually did pretty decently and i think he just doesn't realize how many words he's picked up from oscar/benny and vice versa.

so i think if i was to write it, it wouldn't be like them sitting down and doing it yk? it would more be like, little snippets of their life and how their vocabularies slowly merge with each other. especially bc logan is around a lot more aussies than oscar is around americans.

[anamelessfool]

re the reblog, I wish you'd write more sweet&spicy TerzOmega

I crave it in my bones

Oh! Well, I have a Terzo/Omega/OC fic lined up after V&G is complete! If Secondo's story doesn't grab me by the throat first.

It's going to be pretty damn dark but also surreal. Big mind-melting situation hehe

Thank youuuu

"I wish you would write......."

[numberoneanika]

Honestly the roleplay blogs are stronger than I am because if I saw a post where people were saying my blog was annoying and calling me corny I would jump in a large pit and rot away

[remythologise]

bestie… what’s the 600k incomplete merlin fic please drop the title

SO glad you asked and also I misspoke. It is actually 871k. THE HANDS OF A HUNDRED WINTERS by FOURLEGGEDFISH. It is in four parts and you both can and should read it despite being incomplete, I have only read 3/4 parts because I am loathe to part with the reading experience of writing this good. This is both my favourite Merlin fic I've ever read and potentially my favourite longfic I've ever read (though hard to assess when it's incomplete and I haven't read it all as yet). It's AMAZING to me that the author has managed to sustain and even increase my interest over this many words, a feat managed by no other fanfiction I've read longer than 400k words ever (and I read a lot of those!). Don't get me wrong it's not perfect, and I do have minor scruples with some things*! I also don't think it's for everyone, my dear friend didn't like it and found it too dark for her personal tastes. But for ME? SPECIFICALLY FOR ME? To quote something I said to my friends 'wells for boys, lads, wells for fucking boys.' I also think it's so immaculately beautifully written that even if it's not your personal cup of tea you should read it anyway. ALSO the sheer dazzling breadth of research that went into this fic is REMARKABLE. I am not joking when I say this author has achieved everything I want to achieve as a writer in this fic. In many ways this is Ur Merlin Fic. The Once and Future Fic. To Me!

*I have minor scruples with almost every fic I've ever read and frankly remarkable how few scruples occur with a fic on this size. There are also scruples I had with things like tone, characterisation or even sex scenes that were then resolved with plot explanations that made sense a mere half a million words later in a quite satisfying way. This fic is a masterpiece in how it threads things like that through and pays them off very handsomely. I know how much blood sweat and tears goes into creating fanfic and I am overwhelmed by the skill, love and zillions of hours that must have gone into crafting this. Nothing but respect for such an incredible piece of art.