#i'll add the ao3 link later when i'm on my computer

[blocky-tides]

!! Hello Hello!! Might I suggest number 42 with either qTubbo or Ren and Martyn from 3rd Life? I'm about to absolutely demolish (/pos) all your works so far, I am excited for fics based off of songs >:3

42 - spit in my face! by thxsomuch

a static drone fills tubbo's ears.

why does this always happen to him? why does it always fucking happen to him! fuck! fighting the urge to slam his hands down, hard, on his workstation.

his hands shake as they struggle to piece the fragile parts together, accidentally dropping a gear down the cracks. god fucking damnit. why can't he do one thing right. 

tubbo picks up the machine he was working on, small enough to roll around in his hands. it was a piece of art, a gift for fred before he left, died, got kidnapped.

screaming out in frustration tubbo threw the music box to the wall as hard as he could. wincing at the sudden sound as the music box crumpled into itself, the last few notes of an all too familiar song screeched in the air. the one he shared with fred.

letting another scream rip free, tubbo questioned himself. what kind of person was he? burying his face in his hands, smearing grease all of it, curling into himself as if to get away from everything and anyone.

if he couldn't even protect those he loved. he has an egg now. a daughter to consider. how any of his actions could backfire on fire on sunny.

he stayed in that hunched out position on the floor well, fighting back tears, until the weak morning sunlight shined into the factory filling it with warm light, glinting off the glass fixtures. hearing the distance conversation of fit and pac as they approached the factory, like they always do each morning.

he didn't want to pick himself up, like he always had to do. he wanted to stay on the ground forever, not facing his troubles.

all of his problems would be solved if the federation didn't exist. no one to threaten fred into compliance. sunny could have unlimited lives, not restrained by the two. they could be free.

blinking to himself, that was a great idea. why didn't he think of that sooner? carefully ignoring all attempts of rebellion that he had seen so far.

scrambling up from the floor to chase after pac, who wandered further away from the entrance to his factory. pac would most definitely help him get rid of the federation. a little blood never hurts anyone.

{spotify wrapped drabbles - send me a number between 0-100 with a character or ship and i will write a drabble}

[cesium-sheep]

dear ao3

sorry for marking fics for later so rapidly you have to stop me occasionally for fear of ddos, I appreciate you looking out for everyone and I promise I'm neither a robot nor acting maliciously but I'll wait anyway

love sheepy

[midnight-rice]

i know i'm like the least computer savvy person on here, but i just spent this morning browsing and adding ao3 extensions and let me just say this customization shit is fun. For those curious, the extensions I personally like are:

floating ao3 comment box (as described in this post i reblogged a while back, this is what got me on the train of customization today). Great for leaving thoughtful commentary while you're reading

add a "marked for later" button to browsing page. Huge for me, a procrastinator who sees the experience of looking for fics as a very different task from actually reading them. This should make it faster to add potential fics to my list when I'm in the mood to go browsing

"Marked for Later" and "Bookmarked fics" navigation added to top of home page. Great for quick access to all those fics I am now marking for later. It also adds a "random works" button to your "marked for later" page in case you want to hit shuffle on works you've already curated

(btw if anyone knows of an extension that lets you sort your marked for later by qualities like fandom, let me know. It'd be really nice for days where I'm like "I'm in the mood for Xillia, let's see what Xillia fics I once thought looked promising." Otherwise I'll just have to get creative with the bookmarking feature.)

lastly I added the "change Kudos button to Glory" function as mentioned in a tumblr post (the link to it seems to be broken though 🙁). Fun fact, the code is so simple that's it's very easy to go in and change the text to another short word, which is how I ended up with

[flowerpotmage]

Emmm if you’re stilling do kiss prompts can you do #33 with Bucky?

HI ANON I CERTAINLY FUCKIN CAN!!!! I love him so much you dont even know

This oneshot on ao3 here

Prompt list here

Summary: Bucky Barnes enjoys giving our foul-mouthed reader some light hearted teasing, and one day he comes back from a mission injured.

Warnings: Blood, nail biting habits, swearing

Features a gender neutral and undescribed reader, as usual

"Gallant"

"Don't be fucking stupid," you scoff. "Arwen would never pick you over Aragorn."

Bucky grins back at you cheekily. "No? Why not?"

You roll your eyes. "First of all," you begin, gesturing a hand wildly as you sit back in your own seat. "They have a history." You cross your arms, ignoring Bucky’s gaze from where comfortably sprawled in his seat on the opposite side of your desk. "They're basically soulmates. You can't separate that no matter how charming you are." Your eyes widen slightly, and you start to correct yourself. “How charming you think you-!”

"So you think I'm charming?" He leans forward in his seat. "I didn't know you thought so highly-"

"Oh fuck off," you shoot him a glare. "That's not what I said!"

"You said 'no matter how charming you are,' in a conversation about if I could... What was it? 'Pull' Arwen?" He wrinkles his nose at the slang. "It's hardly a stretch."

You roll your eyes. "You're distracting me, Barnes. Do you want me to fuck up this research for your mission?"

He leans back again, hands up in surrender. "I'll go, I'll go."

You keep your glare on him and his badly repressed smirk as he rises and leaves the room, shooting you a grin as he looks back at you from the exit.

You sip the coffee he leaves behind for you, a bribe to get you to add your own time to the research for his mission in two days.

“Damn it,” you hiss, setting it down. “That's fucking delicious.”

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“You look rough,” Natasha says the next morning, standing in the doorway to your office.

You look up and blink your heavy eyes. “Late night,” you reply, turning to your computer to turn it on. “Got carried away with research.”

“Oh?” She pushes herself off of the doorframe and enters the room. “Researching what?”

“Just extra stuff for Barnes’s mission tomorrow.”

She doesn’t reply, and after a moment of silence you look up at her, to see her smirking.

“What?”

“Late night for Barnes…” She grins, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh shut your smug Russian mouth,” you grumble. “It's just my job.”

“Uh-huh,” she raises her eyebrows. “And who asked you to do the extra research?”

You sigh, and look at her again. Her eyes flick to the empty coffee cup in the corner trash can.

“He bribed me,” you reply flatly, holding her gaze. “You should report me to Pepper. I’m a weak link.”

She laughs at your deadpan expression. “Your secret is safe with me.”

The way her eyes sparkle makes you think she doesn’t just mean the coffee.

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It’s four days later when you’re leaving a check up on your bad knee in the medical wing of the compound that Barnes returns. It’d be hard to miss when he enters the wing, given that he’s wheeled in on one of Stark’s pretentiously high-tech gurneys and his stomach, and the sheets underneath him, are soaked in blood.

“Hey,” he says, face pale and jaw tense as he’s whisked past you in the hallway.

Your jaw drops. “Barnes?” You chase the group of medical professionals down the hall once you snap out of your shock. “What happened, is he okay?”

“Please wait out here,” one of them says, holding their hands up to stop you from following through the swinging doors.

And you obey, despite your anxiety, knowing that it's best to leave it to the professionals.

“Barnes?” A voice comes from behind you. It’s Natasha, loose pieces of her hair tangled after having escaped from her otherwise surprisingly intact braid. Her hands are clean, but you see the blood that lingers, caught in her fingernails and under the cuff of her sleeve. You’re sure if her uniform wasn’t so deeply black you’d see stains of his blood on the fabric.

“They took him through there,” you gesture at the doors, an arm around your middle. “What happened?” The fingertips of your gesturing hand land on your lips, a remnant of your old nail biting habit.

“It was a kid,” Natasha says. “He was covering a kid from gunfire. Hit him in the side, no vital organs, just a few bullets and a lot of blood.” Even her brow is creased in worry despite her reassurances. “He’ll be okay.”

You just nod. “Yeah.” Your teeth toy with one of your nails, finding their way between the white of it and your skin.

Natasha tsks at you, reaching out to pull your hand from your mouth. “He will. He’s tougher than a few little bullets. I should know.”

You let out a small laugh. “Right.”

“Come on.” She nods her head towards the exit. “I need to clean up and it’ll probably be at least an hour before they’re done cleaning your man up.”

“He’s not-! There’s nothing going on, Natasha,” you insist.

She just quirks a brow at you. “Well. My mistake, then.”

You follow her out to grab a snack while you wait, and she leaves to go shower and change. You return to the medical wing with a pudding cup, eating it absentmindedly in the hallway that feels much too similar to a traditional hospital to relax in. You’ve finished it and are sitting with the empty plastic in your hand when a doctor finds you.

“He’ll be fine,” she says. “With his super soldier healing he’ll probably be up and about in just a few days.”

You sigh in relief.

“You can go in, if you like,” she nods over her shoulder. “He’s just resting now.”

“Thank you,” you say, already halfway through the doors.

Bucky is lying propped on a clean hospital bed when you find his room. He still looks a little pale, although nowhere near as much as when he had been wheeled in. He’s relaxed, as well, jaw unclenched, and head resting against crisp white pillows.

“I heard you got shot up shielding a kid,” you say, and his eyes open to land on you. “That’s pretty fucking gallant, Barnes.”

He smiles, eyes closing. “I’m a gallant man, what can I say?”

You approach his bedside. “How are you feeling?”

He opens his eyes again to look at you. “‘M fine,” he says. “A little sore, from them digging around in there to get the things out, but I’ll be up and about in no time.” A little grin spreads across his lips. “Why, you worried about me, gorgeous?”

Your scowl makes him laugh, which quickly turns to a groan when the sudden muscle movement hurts his injury. You just stare at him, a burning impulse bubbling up in your hands. He sighs, relaxing back into the pillows, when you give in.

You grab the front of his hospital gown and lean in abruptly, pressing a hard kiss onto his mouth before dropping him and pulling away, his head following yours as you retreat.

When you open your eyes, both of you are staring wide eyed at the other. His lips are slightly parted in surprise, and he slowly starts to grin.

“I thought there wasn’t anything going on?” Comes the amused voice of Natasha from behind you, and Bucky grins wider when you throw your hands up in the air in exasperation.

[wr1t3w1tm3]

Live Blogging My Reaction as I edit a Fic - Part 1

The fic is SEAWOLF on AO3. I'll link it at the bottom of this page.

First, I'm not even sure I want to keep the current story line. Currently the main OC - Theresa - is Rooster's kid but she may become Mav's kid in the rewrite.

Secondly... I'm copy and pasting this from AO3, so I'm gonna have to format.

Third: I'm editing the first chapter, but there is a chapter before that in the book that I'll edit at the end (bear with me). The link below is the link from Chapter 1, not the dossier.

Just changed my page layout to match what an average book setup would be and ooooohhh, pretty!

"A couple of nights later, Rooster learns why they got certified."

First line. This was a reference to a cut prologue which I published as a one-shot. In the early to mid-plot plan this was important. Now it's not.

Getting rid of these details is killing me, but there's so much superfluous stuff. It has to go. I have the original copy saved somewhere.

Just spent forever figuring out how to get rid of the spaces between paragraphs in google docs. Maybe I should've done this in word...

I really needed to declutter this chapter. At this point I'm just smoothing everything over.

Damn it, now I wanna split the chapter.

Ya'll I was in AP English in HS. I have spell check. I just can't spell worth shit.

I've always prided myself on realistic dialogue, but sometimes it's hard to differentiate my dialogue between characters because obviously, I'm a college student. I have one experience. But I'm working with characters that can't know normal college lingo. So I'm working on that while doing this and... it's a bit rough.

I was definitely trying to flex my limited medical and anatomical knowledge with this. Trying to be humbler now... but I actually have my CNA and Med Tech so...

Mmmm... I like hurting characters a bit too much.

Should I add page numbers now or...

*I'm hurting Rooster a lot. I like teenage trauma a bit too much...

Head canon: Carole had breast cancer which came back as breast as ovarian cancer after a couple years remission and thats what eventually killed her. This is due to the BRACA1 mutation, which wasn't well known until the 2010's ish. (BRACA1/BRACA2 will have implications down the line.)

My phones at 15% and my computers getting close and it's almost my bedtime. Can I finish the new chapter 1 in time?

This time I actually described the transformation. Kinda avoided that with the first draft.

In the og draft they didn't even call 911, but now they did so I guess the EMS guys are gonna show up this time.

That's all for tonight. Nearly done with new chapter one.

With the book page format, I'm at approx. 8 pages (7 full with like, 1/8 of the 8th filled) and 2,169 words. For reference, the original first chapter has 3,805 words. I think splitting will be the right decision because this book got big fast when I initially wrote it and I have got to get it down.

Is not a bad time to mention that it's also an Ice!Lives fic?

Original Fic link, as promised:

I know it says chapter two but it is really chapter one.

[passionpluto]

Presenting: The Big Four Preservation Project (AKA Operation: Release the Vickles-Shaye Cut)!

What if the first four Altador Cup MVPs were all part of a secret society, and the only one who knew was Tandrak Shaye? That's the question Jair Tollet finds herself asking when her team captain uncovers a sabotage scheme targeting the Altador Cups's high scorers and asks her for help. All Jair really wants to do is lay low and train her new apprentice Scout, but when an old frenemy from her Team Maraqua days is linked to the sabotages, Jair finds herself pulled ever deeper into the mystery...especially once the saboteurs begin to target Scout for her own burgeoning abilities...

The Big Four Saga was an unreleased Altador Cup 'verse written from 2010-11 for the Neopian Times. It was extensively advertised on Neopets forums, mainly Jellyneo Forums. Two stories (Jair's backstory Jumper and the intro short story Big Four Minus One) from it were eventually published, but its main series The Vickles-Shaye Battles was never released because, even after massive edits, it was continually rejected by the NT. It has only ever been read in its entirety by one person, a suburban father from Kansas City...until now.

Okay, so I wanted to do the crazy Defunctland-style narration for at least one paragraph to make this sound more important than it is, but putting that aside, I asked you all if you wanted to read my old AC fanfics in their uncut, ninth-grade glory, and boy did you guys deliver! I'd been thinking about doing this for some time since I'll be switching computers soon for the first time in a long time and wanted a way to preserve these silly things that still have a place in my heart, but wasn't sure if I should do it publicly or just add them to my Google Docs and call it a day. Due to extensive work writing and marketing my current WIP Premiere Nebula to publishers, I knew I wouldn't have time to fully remaster the Big Four Saga, but figured I'd leave it mostly as-is (more on that later) so readers could see the progress I've made in 13 years. I'd like to think I've grown a lot since then!

But point is, thanks to all your morbid curiosity (that you may end up regretting later), the full Big Four Saga is coming to AO3, alongside Paging Doctor Sparkle and the rest of If You Give a Little Love from FiMFiction. This will include both published stories and the full, unpublished Vickles-Shaye Battles 10-part series. Finally, someone other than my dad is going to see these! Maybe the people who actually waited for this on JNF will stumble on it and finally get to read it!

To finish this little self-promotion segment, I'd like to preface the release with one thing: this is a finished series that I'm releasing purely so I can have someplace online to preserve it. The Big Four Saga ended over a decade ago, and I have since moved onto other projects, one of which actually exists because of the Big Four Saga! You see, after Vickles-Shaye, I had intended on writing a sequel series called Valkaine, which was permanently cancelled due to continued rejection by the NT and me realizing the planned genre shift from a sports story to a magical girl-inspired sci-fi was a bit too jarring. If the concept for Valkaine sounds familiar to some of you, that's because it was the basis for Premiere Nebula! So hopefully, you'll all get to read some form of Valkaine someday, or at least a spiritual successor to it.

This brings me to the one change I will be making to the Big Four Saga before publishing it: Scout's name has been changed. The story explains that she was named for a central figure in the Resistance, but in the original version, her name was Valka. This change comes entirely because the name of the magical girl rebel leader in Premiere Nebula is, you guessed it, also Valka. They were actually the same character for a really long time, but as I developed PN!Valka, she got further and further from the original Valka concept that I thought "why not just name OG Valka something else?" So PN!Valka stays Valka while BF!Valka became Scout, purely to avoid future confusion between the characters should Premiere Nebula ever be published. But for those of you who follow PN, it might still be cool for you to know that Scout was the proto-Valka. :)

[feline17ff]

Chapter 9 of Sparrow Hood's Diary: My mom's book

Summary: We're taking a break from the General Villainy plotline and learning more about the book "Secrets of Sherwood Forest" by Maid Marian.

AO3 link

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Notes:

I made up mirrortop to mean EAH's equivalent of laptop lol.

If you aren't familiar, Secrets of Sherwood Forest is a book Queen Charming gives Darling in A Semi-Charming Kind of Life, with suspiciously callused hands not fit for a queen if I may be bold enough to add.

We don't know anything about the book so you'll have to live with my theories about it :P

And I haven't read A Semi-Charming Kind of Life, and I don't plan to, because of this convo I had in the notes with Tumblr user @titansfilm (spoilers for the book maybe)

That book sounds too uncomfortable for me and I do not want to read it.

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I was still a bit shocked by the swan princess' destiny so I couldn't focus on my GV assignment.

So I decided to look up the book mom gave me. 

I checked the mirrornet for a review or summary but it's like it doesn't exist?

Then my busted old mirrortop got stuck. It wouldn't shut down, wouldn't move. Man, I wish I could use some of Robin Hood's bounty for a new laptop. Maybe I could sell the treasure I get from Badwolf for it. 

I took my mirrortop and book to my bro Humphrey in the AV Club - he's a pro with tech stuff. We met up in Wonderland one summer, he’s a fellow writer, gamer, and all around cool dude.

Blondie came in later and her mom's a tech wiz so she and Humphrey worked on my mirrortop together.

Some other students came in too - I wish I could remember who exactly because something weird happened later. 

They fixed my mirrortop, and I listened to some of Humphrey's poetry in return. Methinks he's got a not-so-secret crush on one of the fairest princesses at EAH. She better not break his heart, otherwise I'll come after her; I don't care if she’s a princess.

Dexter's also in the AV Club, and since he also volunteers at the library, I thought maybe he could help me find out something about the book.

When I picked up my book, a piece of paper fell out and, get this, it had some Riddlish on it? I'm sure it wasn't there before so it must've been one of the students who came into the AV Club when I wasn’t paying attention.

I pocketed the paper before I showed the book to Dex. He said it looked familiar but he couldn't find anything about it when he checked the library database. That’s weird. He then noticed the author and said we could just ask my mom. Well, duh. For a smart guy he sure misses a lot of obvious stuff.

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Notes:

If you didn't catch it, Sparrow has a busted laptop because his dad won't buy him a new one coz that's rich people stuff, so Sparrow has to be resourceful and work with what he's got or earn/steal cash on his own to buy stuff he wants.

Goldie Lockes knows computers in The Class of Classics so now she and her daughter are tech wizes :P

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