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okay im having a lot of fun with this one
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#jenna reads isosceles#fanfic liveblogging#it is a wip that hasn’t been updated for a while#but ive heard it’s still worth a read
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tagged by @annebd for WIP wednesday friday... instead of a WIP snippet have something that i don't really know what else to do with but i didn't hate so :-)
Max’s phone lights up with Daniel’s name while he’s sitting in hospitality the morning of race day. It’s face-up on the arm of the sofa—Max watches as it catches the eye of Lawson next to him. Possessiveness rises like bile in his throat. He snatches the phone as quickly as he can, cradles it to his chest like that would erase the letters of Daniel’s name from Lawson’s memory.
“Whatever, mate,” Lawson quips, rolling his eyes. Like anyone was talking to him, anyway. Like Max gives a fuck if he’s here or not. Like they’re mates, and he’s not someone Max is contractually obligated to be cordial to.
“Clean up your crumbs, when you are finished,” Max says as he stands, sweeping his gaze pointedly over the spray of chocolate chip muffin debris covering Lawson’s lap and the sofa cushion beside him. He doesn’t wait for Lawson’s response before stalking from the room. He thinks about the stacks of keto-friendly protein bars going stale back in his motorhome and hates Lawson that much more.
Max waits until he’s closed the motorhome door behind him to open Daniel’s text.
It’s stupid, he knows, to want to do this in private. Everyone knows he talks to Daniel still, probably no one would think it strange or pathetic for Max to be texting him now. Daniel had said—Max had known he wouldn’t be here, this weekend, or any weekend. Max understands, in his own way, despite how bereft he always feels, during.
But. It is a race day and Daniel is texting him. Daniel hasn’t texted on a race weekend since, well—since. He had facetimed the day after Brazil, relaxed and happy and congratulating Max from New York. They keep a running conversation during off weeks, Daniel sending picture after picture of himself with arms around his friends, some Max knows, some he doesn’t. Max saves the photos to a hidden folder on his phone, crops them all so it’s only Daniel. Sometimes it leaves him missing an arm, or two, but he can’t stand to see Daniel with all these people who aren’t Max. In turn, Max sends him videos of the cats, memes he hopes will make Daniel laugh, updates on the funny-looking bird that has been building a nest on Max’s balcony.
(That’s my—what’s the little animal friend that witches have—my familiar, Maximus! I sent him to watch over you, obviously. Be nice to him.) That message had gone into the secret folder, too.
Race weekends are radio silence. Max has come to terms with that, knows it isn’t personal, that it’s an open wound Daniel is nursing. So for Daniel to reach out, today of all days, Max can’t help the stab of yearning in his belly. It could be an important day, for Max, maybe Daniel decided—maybe he’s said he’s hopped a plane, he’s driving out from LA, he’ll be here before the chequered flag—
Max couldn’t bear it if anyone else were around, if that’s not what Daniel’s message says. Even alone, he feels like a hermit crab that’s outgrown its shell, hope leaving him soft-bellied and vulnerable.
He swipes open his and Daniel’s message chain.
Daniel’s not coming to Vegas. At least, that’s not what he’s texted.
The text is a picture. Max’s eyes are drawn immediately to Daniel, though he’s only in about one quarter of the frame. If he was trying to take a selfie, he did not do such a good job--it's mostly a shot of the dusty-red ground, Daniel's beautiful face peeking in from the top corner. He’s wearing his dirt biking clothes, sweat darkening the pits of his long sleeves where his arm is lifted to make a thumbs-up. His pinky still doesn't quite fold in next to the rest of his fingers. Max wants to kiss the careful bend of his knuckle.
It's a few long moments before Max even registers what's etched into the earth behind Daniel. It is very obvious, then, why Daniel is sending this now. There in the California dirt, Daniel has used a stick or maybe even one of his long, lovely fingers to write 3 + 1 = 4. A wobbly heart is drawn around the whole thing.
Max is infinitely grateful for the lack of prying eyes as he sinks slowly to the floor. He draws his knees up to his chest and cradles the phone in cupped hands, as if the message will be sucked back into the ether if he grips too tightly. He lightly taps to full-screen the image, zooms in on Daniel's face. The soft, almost awkward smile is the same one Max has only ever seen directed at him. He knows this, because he's spent years cataloguing Daniel's interactions with others, longing and longing. Daniel never makes that face at anyone else.
Max's phone buzzes as another text comes through. Daniel's hands reaching through the wire to squeeze Max's heart until it leaks out between his fingers.
Always cheering for you, Max. Give 'em hell for me.
#my fic#maxiel fic#i'm too high to think of anyone to tag rn but know i'm always down to read wip snippets tag game or not!!#i also didn't read this back so hope it's not literal garbage
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Season to Taste - 2/? WIP
Explicit Hangster - Celebrity Chef Bradley and Naval Aviator Jake Seresin who have a relationship spanning the globe before they realize how tightly bound they are to one another. Heading into this little world.
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
“What is your name?”
“Bradley Bradshaw.”
Leandro blinks at him and he’s not sure if it’s the name or if they simply sound too similar to one another.
“Hmm. I will call you Lee… like Leonardo. You like pizza too much. And you are American like turtles…”
“Do you want me to wear an orange bandana while I’m at it?” Bradley jokes.
Leandro laughs and pats his face.
“Silly boy. Leonardo wears blue. Michaelangelo wears orange.”
… … …
2016
Filming has wrapped for the morning and he finally gets to walk around without a crew trailing his every step. They’re still taking shots, but they’re not filming him, which he is supremely grateful for because he wants to go back and actually do some proper shopping, not just the stuff for cooking later, but items he saw in passing and knew he wanted to go back and get. He has time. It’s a proper farmers market, there are even livestock for sale off to the side, although he’s been told that’s not every week, more like once a month. He walks without any direction, there are different avenues set up, some with raw produce, meats, baking, candles, soaps, art works and carved pieces of wood. Another with preserves and pickles, little wafers to the side so people can taste them. He takes his time and tries everything he can, loves places like this, everything so fresh and everyone so friendly. Even if they know who he is.
He’d never imagined that his life would take this many twists any turns, that he’s now a celebrity chef, one everyone considers self-taught, despite the fact he insists that Leandro and Silvia taught him, along with the whole extended Gallo family and their friends. He’s got fifteen years of experience now, the last seven though being the wildest. He’d been spotted in the background of the show with the British celebrity. Sought out and asked if he’d do a little cooking segment, then they’d found out he could do it in multiple languages. He’d been popular. More popular than anyone had anticipated and then he’d been asked to do a longer running show.
In amongst it all he’d ended up with an agent and a manager. Leandro and Silvia had sat him down and made him plan things out, made him call Ice and tell him. He still hasn’t spoken to Mav, and he knows he’s maybe being immature and holding a grudge but Mav hasn’t ever reached out himself, or apologized or, even better, explained. So, it is radio silence there and he knows that Ice is likely keeping Mav updated with his goings-on, but he is okay with that as long as Ice doesn’t push him to forgive him.
He’s stepping back from a stall, thanking them when he bumps into someone, apology already on his lips when the other person is also apologizing.
“No, my fault. Sorry.”
“Both our faults then,” the man says, and he’s tilting a cowboy hat back and he’s got a fucking toothpick sticking out from the corner of his mouth. He’s also wearing a sinfully tight white t-shirt and tight jeans, which are either old and worn, or just doing a poor job at containing some very nice-looking thighs. Bradley licks his lips. There are other appetites he hasn’t indulged in a while either.
“You from around here?”
“Uh. No. Just here for work…” Bradley says, and he can see the guy trying to place him, figure out why he recognizes him. It’s happening more and more often now, people recognizing him in the street and out of context.
“What’s your name?”
“Um. Bradley Bradshaw.”
He’s waiting for the flare of recognition at the name, but there’s nothing and it’s kind of a relief. He’s not quite that famous, not a household name quite yet although the marketing team are definitely working their hardest. He looks at the guys face again does a double take, there’s something about him though which is casting him back nearly a decade, he looks so familiar and the way he’s smiling…
“And your name?”
“Jake. Jake Seresin.”
That is a hell of a coincidence. For him to also be called Jake. And Texan. He remembers the accent. Bradley imagines him nearly ten years younger, a buzz cut and baby faced…
“You remind me of someone. You ever been to Italy?”
It’s Jake’s turn to pull back, eyebrow raised and the toothpick does a little twist in and out of his mouth with his tongue and it’s kind of distracting but there is a slow roaming of his face, like he’s looking at Bradley the same way.
“Yeah. I have. Why?”
“2008?”
Jake is frowning now, clearly trying to remember what year it was, but Bradley is more and more sure the longer he looks his fill. This is his Cinderella… the one he’d always jokingly said had got away even though he hadn’t expected anything else that night.
“Yeah… my first time there…”
… … …
Jake steps back, raises his hand to cover the bottom half of the other man’s face, because the guy didn’t have a moustache, and there’s only one guy, one man, that could be asking. The night in question is seared in his mind, his first taste of freedom, his first kiss with a guy and also the overwhelming fear of doing anything more than kiss. And apparently, he’s grown a moustache and changed his name. Only one way to find out.
“Leo?”
“Yeah. Hi.”
“Holy shit… Oh. You grew up good.”
“So did you,” Leo (or is it Bradley?) replies, and his eyes show he’s clearly appreciative of how Jake looks. He’d liked Jake plenty all those years ago too. He also looks good, firm muscle and nice looking forearms and they’re both clearly checking each other out and there’s a little thrill fizzing through him because there isn’t any second-guessing his interest, no fear of getting punched for looking at him the wrong way.
“This is a coincidence and a half. You here looking for me?” Jake asks, knows it’s unlikely but he’s still going to ask. Like he’s worth being hunted down across the world. Leo-Bradley throws back his head and laughs, looks at him and gives him another once over and Jake tries not to preen too much.
“No. Not unhappy that I bumped into you though.”
“Hmm,” Jake hums, lips and teeth continuing to play with the toothpick and Bradley’s eyes track the movement. “Neither am I. Although, can I ask why you’re using a fake name?” Leo-Bradley blinks, maybe confused and Jake isn’t an idiot. “Bradley Bradshaw? Really? Trying to sound more American?”
“Well, you can call me Leo, but I am American and Bradley Bradshaw is the name on my birth certificate.”
“No shit. Really?”
“Yeah. Really.”
“American. Huh. You had me fooled…” Jake murmurs, because he may have been trying to learn Italian for the last few years because of this man. Maybe. Definitely a contributing factor anyway.
“I did live there for nearly a decade if it’s any consolation. Just travel quite a bit now. What are you doing here? Work?”
“Yeah, my sisters are working me into the ground even though I’m on leave. But it’s nice being out in the wide-open space.”
“I bet. What are you on leave from?”
“I’m a naval aviator. What do you do?”
Leo’s mouth drops open, but Jake has gotten used to telling the difference between someone being impressed and someone just being surprised. Leo is definitely more surprised than impressed though, his head shaking but he’s still standing close enough that Jake can feel the heat of his body.
“What’s that look for? You got something against naval aviators all of a sudden?”
The laugh that Leo lets out is pitched a little too high and Jake quirks an eyebrow up.
“I don’t have a problem with it. I just… Shit. Small world I guess. My dad was a RIO in the Navy.”
“Yeah? What does he do now?”
“Uh. He died. When I was a kid.”
“Oh shit. Sorry. Didn’t mean to put my foot in it,” Jake says, pulling a face.
“It’s okay. You didn’t know. But just a heads up that my mom is dead too, so, maybe don’t ask about her either.”
“Well. Thanks for the heads up. What is a safe topic of conversation?” Leo smirks and Jake lets out a bright laugh, the message received loud and clear, if the body language wasn’t all telling him the same thing. “So… What do you do for a job then?”
Leo blinks at him, like he’s not used to such a run of the mill question.
“I’m a chef.”
“Cool. Then I look forward to you feeding me…”
“Oh yeah, I think I can definitely manage that.”
“Think you can manage a lot more than that.”
“I’d like to give it a try…”
“Hmm. Me too.”
THREE
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saw your tags and yes PLEASE do a proper fic rec list!
5 times Wade didn't believe Peter, and the one time he did by keikoHPfan [T, 1K]
Wade isn't a fool. And he knows better, whatever Spidey says. Or five times Wade didn't believe Peter, and the one time he did.
✦ kam's notes: The first ever SMDP fic I’ve ever read! I had this bookmarked in 2016 with a note saying, “I wanna scream but fam is literally right hEre so I'm just here making this weird sound in my throat this fic must be treasured for life.” Super angsty and fluffy!
The Perks of Being Smarter Than Everyone Gives You Credit For by alphasaceraptor, Orcusnox (Cat9894) [M, Graphic Depictions of Violence, 32K, WIP]
Peter Parker, your friendly neighbourhood Spider-man, is sapiosexual. You'd think, working as an intern under Tony Stark and Bruce Banner, he'd have his pick of the best brains around. But apparently not. Someone's been lying about how smart a certain mercenary actually is, and that puts Peter in a sticky situation when said mercenary starts interacting with Peter. And with trouble brewing at Stark Industries, you just know this is going to be a wild ride...
✦ kam's notes: Sadly, I think this has been abandoned as it hasn’t been updated since 2017 but it’s still worth a read! Featuring super smart Wade and super horny about it Peter.
Propositions by stuckybarnes [T, 8K]
“Yeah…” Deadpool drawls. “Anyway, Pretty Boy, I have a proposition for you.” This makes Peter kind of want to throw up. Propositions by Deadpool always end up with them in varying degrees of pain, and a lot of explaining to do with the Avengers. OR Wade finally convinces a very tired Peter to go to New York Comic-Con with him and enter a Deadpool and Spider-Man cosplay contest, sure they'll win. Obviously. It doesn't go exactly as expected, and Peter is not thrilled.
✦ kam's notes: Spidey and DP go to Comic-Con! Fanservice, cosplays, banter, and feelings! All that fun stuff.
Ooh, Spicy by misato [E, 2K]
“It’s me,” he croaks, and Peter readies his web-shooter, aiming it at his mouth. He starts talking. Fast. “I’m Deadpool. Wade Wilson. I’m from another universe. In that one you’re dead and I’m more than a little bit bummed about it.” Surprisingly, that’s what gets Peter to loosen his grip. “You’re from another universe?” he sighs. “That’s so last week.”
✦ kam's notes: Hell yeah, another Peter B./Wade fic! This one is very spicy, kinda sad, but still sweet. Wade worships every version of Peter and I love that.
baby, i’d victoria your secret anytime by ghostsoldier [E, 4K]
Peter’s known Wade for a while now, so he can maybe see how this makes sense -- like, maybe Wade has a thing about going commando and just happened to have an old girlfriend’s panties lying around, one thing led to another…but… “And the bra?” Peter croaks.
✦ kam's notes: Wade (unknowingly) seduces Peter with lingerie (!!!) and pancakes. Spice ahead!
I Think I Missed a Step ('Cause I'm Fallin' For You) by mokuyoubi [E, 42K]
There’s a weird familiarity about the kid's tone and posture, and it’s true that Wade is pretty far from home today but he’s also certain he’d remember that baby-face if he’d seen it before. On the other hand, he has spent the better part of the past few years feeling like he’s missed a step, so this conversation isn’t exactly anything new. [[A hot guy is willingly talking to us. Go with it.]] [Don’t make an ass of yourself.] “Shaddup,” Wade grumbles, though Yellow has a point... OR Peter thinks Wade knows his secret identity, and Wade is really confused by the hot coed who keeps popping up and hanging out with him.
✦ kam's notes: I debated putting this here a lot since when I first read it, I did so without reading the tags or the notes and missed the Tom!Spidey disclaimer but please don’t be discouraged, it is still a very good fic. Peter is aged up (still feels like a weird loophole) and is a full-fledged adult. Anyways! This fic lovingly abuses the classic identity porn trope. Very good and there is a variety of MCU cameos.
what light through yonder window by hellornothing [M, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Major Character Death, 14K]
The figure moves quickly, but Peter’s faster. He’s still adjusting to the sudden brightness, so dark red is really the only thing he takes from this initial encounter, but it’s enough. ‘Deadpool?’ - aka the one where they get together via late night window visits
✦ kam's notes: This fic has EVERYTHING: late night talking, identity reveal, pining!Peter, TLC. I really love Wade in this; he’s so tender, funny, and charming. This is also domestic in ways I can’t explain.
finger tap pulses by twentytwosevens [T, 3K]
"The first time Peter’s timer stops he is eleven years old. It times out in the middle of the night and wakes him up like an electric shock. The blank timer stares at him from his wrist as he yells and screams for his aunt and uncle." Spideypool AU with timers where Wade keeps getting killed and making Peter's timer go blank. By the time they meet he's pretty pissed off. This was certainly a summary with words, but they were not good ones. Based off a tumblr prompt that I cannot find anymore.
✦ kam's notes: Oh, this one has a delicate amount of angst and crack. Poor Peter! Deadpool-typical suicidal ideation, be warned.
BDE (Big Dick Emergency) by DerRumtreiber [E, 6K]
“Oh my god,” he says again. “Oh. My. Gaa-awd, Becky. Did you?” Wade is visibly vibrating. “Did you really say ‘giant penis problem’? Really? Truly?” “What did you think I meant the first time?” Peter asks through clenched teeth. “I dunno, wrong hole?” ~*~*~ Or, the one where Peter is in need of some practical advice, and Wade is always happy to share his ass knowledge.
✦ kam's notes: THEE BOTTOM!WADE FIC, imo. Peter has unsatisfying sex life due to his Big Problem/Blessing and Wade is determined (and super thrilled) to change that. Not to be a spoiler but he definitely succeeds.
Love of a Different Lifetime by alicat54c [T, Graphic Depictions of Violence, 15K]
In another time and place, Wade would have gone back to Weasel’s bar and met the love of his life, Vanessa. However, in this life, predicated by a squeaky skateboard wheel, he met Peter instead. ... “Yo mamma so dumb, she thought Tiger Woods was a forest in India.” Wade's arm spasmed, causing his swing to go wide, sending the ball clear out of the course and across the sidewalk. Peter carefully kept his eyes on the score sheet as his companion turned around, expression playfully murderous. He scratched a line with a short pencil. “So, that’s one point against you.” The older man’s face split into a toothy grin. “Oh, it is on, baby boy.”
✦ kam's notes: And to end this fic rec, I bring you the ultimate filmverse!Spideypool fic. It rewrites both DP1 and TASM1 and it entwines both of the film’s canon together. In this fic, Peter doesn’t have his powers yet but he does meet Wade pre-cancer. They fall in love. While Wade goes into the program, Peter becomes Spider-Man. Cue Deadpool being born, Spider-Man trying to stop him, heartaching reunion and all that. Loved this one.
Oh, and also there are some Team Red moments!
As usual, I'll just add my own fics as well —
my heart is wild (and my bones are steel) [T, 9K]
Out of the corner of his eyes, MJ quietly takes the seat across the younger Peter, swiftly sliding into his place. He visibly relaxes, resting his forehead against hers. They belong together in a quietly intense way. Longing burns hot inside of him, like a branch caught in a forest fire. It’s strange. Even if this version of Peter has lost virtually everything, he still finds a way to be envious of him. He thinks of Wade. For some unfathomable reason he isn’t quite ready to examine yet, he misses the idiot.
No Way Home, but in Peter-Three’s perspective.
all the skeletons you hide (show me yours, i’ll show you mine) [M, 23K, WIP] [Just updated]
A wave of affection and longing almost makes him stagger on his feet. Just seeing him in that suit—looking less than impressive, scratching his butt—makes him realize just how much he missed him. “Wade,” Peter cringes at how his voice catches, “Hi.” Wade turns around, turns back, turns again and does a double take. He eyes Peter up and down and to his surprise, turns away snootily. “Sorry cutie, any other day, I would be super into this hipster nerd slash skater boi with an I you’ve got going on—devastating combo, by the way—I’m sadly not in the mood.”
Peter, fresh out of his multiversal escapades, gains a new perspective in life. One that includes a certain mouthy mercenary, perhaps?
The problem is, the mercenary doesn’t seem to remember him. Like at all. He has a sneaking suspicion it has to do with that spell thing Peter-One was talking about…
‣ Both are a part of the new york isn't new york without you series
#HEY GUESS WHAT YOU CAN HAVE ANOTHER ONE!!#part 2 it is!#saw this as soon as i posted the first one and was like you know what i have enough for another one#(and another one if you guys want more lol)#spideypool#sm/dp#spider-man#deadpool#peter parker#wade wilson#marvel#mcu#kam's works#ao3#fic rec#ask stuff#anon#kamwashere
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i’m a day late but HAPPY NEW YEAR ENARCHLANDIA‼️🫡🫡 2024 was a bit of a rollercoaster for sure, but i’m hoping to get back to being active on here again whether i’m posting fics or just chatting and being silly with you guys 🤓 and for the people who have been here since i, you know, got here—we made it through another year ya’ll, who else cheered 😭🎉 thanks for sticking with me through my multiple absent parent eras 😭🥺‼️‼️ anyway, this isn’t a presidential speech so let me shut up and talk fics omg 💀
i am happy to tell you guys that i’ve been feeling really inspired lately and have actually been comfortably writing, which hasn’t happened in a bit since i lost love for it for a while SO LET’S CELEBRATE THAT ☺️✨✨ that being said, i’m confident that you guys will be fed very, very soon 🤓
also! nobody probably gaf but i feel the need to update you guys about some wips of mine that you might be wondering if they’ll even be posted at all so here we go:
all night, all mine (aka mean girl wony part 3) — yes, it’s still gonna be posted! of course it will ☝️ i actually started a draft of this one when the mood struck me and so far, i’m still happy with it! since i know this is probably the one you guys are looking forward to the most, i will be taking my time with it 👓✨
everybody talks (yujin smau) — i still have my plans for it, i just need to find the right time to actually start working on it and actually get something going bcs i genuinely think i have some really good things in this smau that i want you guys to see 😭💔
stripper!idol x club owner!idol — UGHHDJCHSJ I HAVENT PICKED AN IDOL YET MY BAD YA’LLLL 😭😭 i thought i already made a decision but it turns out i don’t bcs i keep thinking another idol is better than the one i decided on.. 💀 it’s ok though I’LL MAKE UP MY MIND SOON 🙂↕️
i’m all you’ll need (aka beach whore au/lifeguard au) — i’m gonna be honest, i’m still so down for this but i gotta remember which idols are lifeguards, random beachgoers, etc. bcs omg it’s been SO long 😭😭💀
that’s all! hopefully everything else on my wip list i can write and post smoothly without any obstacles like this 🥸 anyway, i hope you guys celebrated the holidays well (if you did!) and had a wonderful new year’s eve 🥺🥺💓
idk how else i can sign off so here’s bf being cute:
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#ena talks !#it did turn out to be a presidential speech after all#pupyuj will thrive this year TRUST!#i’m so locked in let’s celebrate that
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Update on @capturecharlesau's blog!
Hey everyone! I have another update in regards to Min's blog, since I've managed to get in contact with her.
Long story short, Min is still trying to figure out how to get back in but it could take some time before that can happen. She has stuff happening on her life at the moment, but she is hoping she can be back in time for Danny's birthday in February!
She did want me to pass on some messages though. For starters, this post she was able to make on her blog before she got kicked out again, is a teaser to a comic she is working on! While she is off Tumblr, she will be working on these pages and she hopes that once she is able to get back in properly, she will be able to post all the pages she has done by then. She is also working on her first THSC animation project! Planning for an animation and making the frames do take a lot of time, so she's working hard to make it look great!
You may have also seen her post from a couple of days ago. Again, while it seemed like she was able to get on and stay on, it has kicked her out again. She’s unable to answer any asks or make any new posts, so that’s why she hasn’t been on after making that recent post.
That's all I have for now. Min wants me to reassure you guys that she is doing okay, but she is taking a break while trying to figure out this issue with logging in to Tumblr without getting kicked out. She even wanted me to show you this doodle she made to reassure y’all! It’s a WIP of her comic that she mentioned she’s been working on! (It's Reginald when he's in his 30's!)
I’ll keep y’all updated whenever I hear from her, so don’t worry!
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HP Rec Fest 2023 - Roundup
It has been a wonderful event!
This is the roundup post in which all the recs are organized by prompts.
Thanks again to everyone who participated! ❄️❄️❄️
Day 1 - A favorite fic under 5k
Day 2 - A comfort fic
Day 3 - A podfic
Day 4 - A fic with art
Day 5 - A non-AO3 fic
Day 6 - An unreliable narrator fic
Day 7 - A canon-compliant fic
Day 8 - A canon-divergence fic
Day 9 - A rare pair fic (less than 2000 fics on AO3)
Day 10 - A fest fic
Day 11 - A dark fic
Day 12 - A WIP you’re following
Day 13 - A fic with over 100k words
Day 14 - A favorite series
Day 15 - The most recent fic you bookmarked
Day 16 - A fic that made you laugh
Day 17 - A fic that made you cry
Day 18 - A fairy-tale inspired fic
Day 19 - Fic with the hottest smut
Day 20 - A fic rated G
Day 21 - A thought-provoking fic
Day 22 - An unfinished fic (hasn’t updated in 10 years or author stated it been abandoned)
Day 23 - A soulmate fic
Day 24 - A holiday fic
Day 25 - A fic rated T
Day 26 - A fic with an ending you can’t stop thinking about
Day 27 - A Muggle-AU fic
Day 28 - An under-rated fic
Day 29 - A post-canon fic
Day 30 - A pre-canon fic
Day 31 - A fav amongst favs
Bonus tag index ❄️
All posts are cross-tagged for character and ship. While we would like to provide a full index of these, it may take a while to compile given the extensive number of these. In the meantime, we would like to offer this much-abridged character and ship tag index, ordered alphabetically by first name.
Characters
Albus Dumbledore Draco Malfoy Ginny Weasley Harry Potter Hermione Granger James Potter James Sirius Potter Lily Evans Potter Minerva McGonagall Pansy Parkinson Regulus Black Remus Lupin Ron Weasley Severus Snape Sirius Black Teddy Lupin Tom Riddle
Ships
Draco/Harry Harry/Severus Harry/Tom Riddle Hermione/Draco James/Lily No ship (gen fic) Sirius/Remus
#hprecfest2023#mod post#harry potter#tomarry#drarry#snarry#harmony#dramione#wolfstar#jegulus#pro snape#grindelore#panville#jily#snupin#bellamione#cissamione#fleurmione#hp fests#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter fandom
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any good wips out there?
hi! yes so many! (I actually just learned what 'wips' meant) I don't know how I've been in fandoms/the fanfiction world for so long and never learned but now I know! (it’s work in progress for anyone else who didn’t know)
ZUKKA WIPS
In Defiance We Find Hope by
Firelord Zuko and Ambassador Sokka, now in a peaceful post-war world, are thrown into an alternate reality where the war’s outcome was drastically different. They find themselves sixteen again, facing a world where Aang never woke, the Water Tribes thrived, and Ozai is a loving father. Together, they must navigate this strange reality and find their way back home and to eachother.
this specific fic is finished the but the series is not! still lots of story to be told!!
Abyssal by Nyxelestia
Sokka tried to rescue Sage Shyu from the collapse of Roku's temple. Instead he, Shyu, and Zuko were all captured by Commander Zhao.
And Zhao never wastes an opportunity.
This one has a lot of sensitive content so read the tags and warnings!!
This is my favorite WIP at the moment. I’m eagerly waiting for the next update (Fans of leaving it all behind and war games will love this)
have courage and be kind by mydearestangelica
by day, zuko is the mistreated and indentured son of an exiled former ruler, and sokka is the charming prince of the kingdom. by night, they are the blue spirit and captain boomerang, stars of the kingdom’s underground fight club. cinderella shenanigans ensue.
Real Enough to Get Me Through by marriedzukka
After Iroh passes, Zuko reaches his breaking point. As he navigates the path through grief, he meets a kindred soul and begins to heal in more ways than one.
Hasn’t updated in a little bit but OMFG SO GOOD!! possibly one of the best zukka fics IMP
At the Top of the World by Lady_of_the_Flowers
Zuko is sent in disgrace to Alaska's Northern coast to ensure nothing stands in the way of Sozin Oil Company’s new offshore drilling project. He is willing to do whatever it takes to make his father see he’s worthy, even if it means fighting against the one person he's met who actually seems to give a damn about him.
also hasn’t updated in a while but I have hope!
winner takes all by dragonbagel
sokka takes on republic city, ft. pro-bending, equalists, freedom fighters and one mysterious, scarred tea server
turn around, bright eyes by Cryellow
There was only one eclipse. Somehow, Zuko had lived three others in the last few days. The question was, Why? What did the spirits want him to do? (Timeloop au)
hopefully I did this right :)
Enjoy!!
#atla#zukka#avatar the last airbender#zuko#zuko x sokka#sokka x zuko#zukka fic rec#fanfiction#sokka#zukka fanfic#/#ao3#archive of our own
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Wednesday WIP
Is that what you call it? 🫣 Anyway, for those that asked or interacted with my recent crazy, here’s the first, very rough part of what I’m tentatively calling “Buck And Tommy Go To The Pegasus Galaxy” @setmeatopthepyre inspired me with this:
First and foremost, some background:
1. David Parrish and Evan Lorne (Stargate: Atlantis) meet Buck as the puca shell wearing, frat boy version of himself (Buck 0.5?) in Peru. Parrish is a botanist working for the US government and Lorne is a USAF Major. Their cover is that they are on leave but Lorne is actually Parrish’s boyfriend/bodyguard while trying to find a Very Important Plant that may or may not be explained later. 😁 They tell Buck that they work for a classified program out of McMurdo, which is common on the show/in fanfic. That’s all Buck knows because Classified. What they don’t say anything about is how much Lorne’s LSD (life signs detector) really likes Buck. (ifykyk)
Buck and Parrish keep in touch by email about each other’s lives and Parrish is the only friend outside of the “firefam” that Buck still has. They often gossip with each about their crazy coworkers but Buck has never mentioned Parrish to anyone from the show, he likes having someone that is only his.
2. I do have a Stargate primer with photos for anyone who hasn’t seen any of the shows which I will put up when I finish it.
3. My fic will be set in current time, so most of the Stargate characters will be aged up from the end of Stargate:Atlantis in 2009 to 2024(why I am adding current photos of most of the actors)
Now, on with the show…
Dave,
This is going to sound crazy but I just found out that Tommy has taken an assignment to Antarctica for the next six months! Antarctica, David! I can’t let him just leave, right? Fuck. I think I understand now why he ran but I’m at the end of my patience here now and I need to chase him before he somehow figures out how to leave the planet! Lol 😆
The LAFD bulletin says he’s stationed at McMurdo. Isn’t that where you and Lorne were based when we met in Mancora? Are you still in contact with someone there? I know you can’t say much, believe me, I understand classified, but I’m desperate man! I just need a contact in SAR and I’m sure with my certs and experience I can convince them I’d be an asset. I’ve been keeping up with all my training just in case so all I need to do is sublet my loft and I’m all set to go. Anyway, hopefully you’ll have some news for me in thurdays email. 🙏🏻
P.S. Sorry this is not like our usual emails, my head’s just a mess as you can probably tell. 😳
Talk soon,
Buck
Parrish pushed his desk chair back and turned to the wall of windows and the sea glittering in the sun while trying to decide how he wanted to handle this situation. He smirked as he imagined the chaos Buck would bring to Atlantis. And maybe another pilot for Sheppard to play with. Of course, that’s a big if, it’s getting less and less common to find someone with the gene the last few years and Carson has been scratching his head over the why of it. With a sigh, he got to his feet and waved their suite door open. “Now to find someone with some actual authority,” he muttered to himself as he turned the corner to the nearest transporter.
Tagging for fun… @eliotwaughdeservesbetter @chococara25 @iphyslitterator @sunsetandevingstar
And the one to blame @setmeatopthepyre
#911 abc#bucktommy#tevan#911 fic#tommy kinard#bucktommy fic#evan buckley#lou ferrigno jr#stargate sg1#stargate atlantis
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➢ hey, you there ! -` ♡ ´- are you curious about the progress of an upcoming RISK chapter and want to know when it’ll be posted? look no further !!! (。˃ ᵕ ˂ )
➢ HERE i will keep you updated with the status of the newest chapter i’m working on, how far along it is, the current word count, and i’ll link any wip (work in progress) teasers / spoilers i post to keep readers in the loop ! ✧・゚: ⇐
│ important: │ while i don’t mind asks about status updates, they may add onto the stress and pressure i put onto myself regarding the output and quality of chapters. i’ll do my best to update this post often — if this post HASN’T been updated in say, two or more weeks, feel free to send me an ask about a status update and i will gladly answer ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
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𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐅 │ CHAPTER 22 │ nov 10th, 2024
➢ stage: first draft
⊹ 0—100% completed: 95% (?)
➢ current word count: 8,918
⊹ wip teaser / spoiler: [1]
© 2024 deftinesia — (do not translate, copy, reproduce, or reupload my work)
#deftinesia#important#info post#risk#risk updates#status update#i will probably make changes to this eventually but hey ! it’s up#˚୨୧₊♱
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Had this one in the drafts for while, inspired by this fic! It hasn’t been updated in a while but the amount of content in this is amazing ^^
(I have so many wips, will slowly post them 😂 enjoy)
#illustration#the apothecary diaries#maomao#jinshi#kusuriya no hitorigoto#procreate#anime#droppo’s art#jinmao#jinshi x maomao#fic fanart
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✨Saturday Snippet✨
@wylanlupin tagged me in wip wednesday but this is the first day I've had to chance to properly look at my fics all week :")
I'm currently bouncing between three fics I want to finish in 2 weeks - this is the opening to a NYE fic/sequel to Sweet Dreams. Maybe posted sometime this month, maybe posted next year, we'll see!! (Very minor spoiler alert for those reading along to the realtime updates lmao)
Regulus is good at hosting parties, great in fact if he does say so himself. It almost certainly has something to do with his parents - the etiquette lessons that were drilled into him since childhood by his mother and later the networking events he's attended with his father, learning those little tricks on how to read a client and win them over. Regulus has developed a bit of passion for it. He knows what people like, enjoys planning an evening that he knows his guests will appreciate. So when Sirius had floated the idea of spending New Year's in London, Regulus took it into his hands to arrange. It's only a small affair, just Sirius and a handful of friends. And Remus. And Teddy. Regulus hasn't had the pleasure of meeting his brother's new boyfriend yet. There have been some brief conversations while on the phone with Sirius, and Regulus did a fair bout of internet stalking when they first started dating (he may have been ever so slightly concerned that Sirius’ very uncharacteristic decision to drop his entire life for someone he’d just met was some sort of romance scam and he wanted enough foresight to protect as much of his assets before Sirius came slinking back to London with his tail between his legs.) But twelve months later Sirius is still in Scotland, hasn’t lost all his money in a shotgun marriage and the subsequent divorce, and seems the happiest he’s ever been in a long time. And from the little Regulus knows about him, he has to admit Remus seems like a decent guy. Maybe lacking in taste when it comes to men, but then he’d gotten Regulus and advanced proof of Emily Wilson’s Iliad translation which permanently landed Remus in his good books.
No pressure tags <3 @diamondmeadow @marigold-hills @goldenprophetwrites @quiethauntings @veganbutterchicken @magicbeings
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Mid-week Snippet
Tagged by the lovliest @lovelymasks for this. Twice. While I was waiting for the actual mid-week, another tag has come <3 Tagging forward - @ohyou-pretty-things, @euripidestrousers, @tealeavesandtrash. No pressure though.
But this clearly must be a sign. Considering my current state of mind.
So what follows is the start of the third chapter of my oldest HP multichapter WIP, that I haven't updated for almost a year. Here's to hoping this makes me accountable enough to finish this asap and post before the actual year passes.
It isn’t until a week after their midnight conversation when Sirius starts earnestly considering purchasing that leash Remus requested. He’s reminded when he finds himself in a pet shop where James drags him with an excuse of needing help with buying and hauling some cat food into his car. The shop has a clearance sale of his and his wife Lily’s orange tabby’s favourite food, and it seems James is planning on buying out the shop. “Christ, can you be any cheaper, Prongs?” Sirius snorts as James explains and points towards a pyramid of stacked cans and dry food underneath. Pouting, James shakes his head and swats his arm. “Pet food is bloody expensive these days, Sirius,” he tuts playfully and makes his way towards the shopping assistant to talk discounts. Sirius only rolls his eyes in amusement and finally looks around. Without a specific target in his mind, his eyes easily wander to a display wall with collars and leashes. A tingling sensation at the back of his neck forces him to scratch at it, a little too forcefully. The tingles stay nevertheless. The truth is Sirius has been thinking about Remus and their banter every day since they met for the first time last Monday. But in an attempt to stall a permanent hard-on, Sirius hasn’t dared venture further than the memory of their mutual handjob (as if that was any better). His thoughts have definitely not gone as far as the leash and collar, and what Remus might want to do with them when they see each other in the next 5 days, 7 hours—Sirius glances at his wrist watch—21 minutes and 17 seconds. Fuck. Who is he trying to lie to? It’s not that Sirius has succeeded in preventing that one particular talk they had from swirling inside his head, it’s not like that at all. As a matter of fact, that conversation has been all that was trying to make its way to the forefront of his mind these past few days. It doesn’t help that it is permanently logged on that bloody app either. The only thing Sirius is able to do to deal with it is intense wanking sessions and more mindless scrolling through the app where he encountered Remus (very fruitless when your mind is set on one thing and one thing only, well, one man). But it has only made that itch to message Remus again more intolerable within him. Still, there is something stopping him from doing exactly that, perhaps his not so irrational fear of Remus getting annoyed with him. Perhaps his own very rational realisation that he has been acting slightly more obsessive than it’s acceptable in this situation. Besides, Sirius doesn't get it either. He’s no stranger to hook-up culture. He’s the cool one. Level-headed. Reasonable. He is. Usually. This is just casual. Nothing but that. Lily’s words resound in his head then. A sport jacket is casual, Sirius, fucking someone is not. She would still probably laugh at him. Well, if only he could help himself. But victorious deeds keep you hopeful and eager, and what were his last texts with Remus if not a little victory? Sirius runs his hand over his face to remind himself to get it together and with a careful step, avoiding more piles of pet food, he approaches the leather collars.
#diamondmeadow writes#wolfstar#sirius black#marauders#remus lupin#tag game#snippet#every time you leave i wanna go#take care series
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you should read my regretevator fanfic Nightmarish Influence
ill make some proper art/sketches promoting it i promise i just feel like i should acknowledge that i wrote this on here because its literally the longest fanfic ive ever written and is still ongoing. Read it because Long (true!) and Good (based on peer review (ao3 comments and bookmark notes))
and since you’re here here’s an excerpt of bive and split kissing from a chapter that hasn’t been released yet (and probably wont be for a while. this is from the wip for chapter 13 and the fic is only updated to chapter 11 rn)
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if there’s one thing i’ve learned since i first started writing and posting fics it’s this:
don’t rush it. seriously, DON’T. there’s no need !! and your work will turn out ten times better if you give it some space to breathe. don’t be afraid to sit on your ideas for a while, let them ruminate and develop in your brain like you’re marinating a slab of tofu (i’m vegetarian so that works for me but if you’re not then pick your meat of choice). it’s so easy to get caught up in the idea of a self-imposed deadline or to feel like you have to constantly be posting new chapters/stories to prove yourself. all false !! let your scenes adapt and change as needed. read them, re-read them, get to know your characters and their motives/wants/dreams/fears. when i first started writing, i’d try to update my fics as fast as possible because i thought people would stop caring/forget about my story if i didn’t. turns out that’s not quite how it works. i update my current wip once every two-three weeks instead or every few days (as i was before) and guess what ? the interest, support, and love from my readers hasn’t disappeared into thin air. in fact it’s increased and better yet—i feel genuine pride in the work I’m producing. anyways i don’t know if anyone else needs to hear this, but it’s been a really important lesson for me as a writer so i thought i’d share <3
#fic writing advice#just my two cents but if this helps someone else yay#marissa’s early morning writing thoughts#love you all and you’re all so talented mwah#steddie#steddie fics#steddie brainrot#steddie fic#fic writers#fic writing#writing advice#ao3#ao3 writers#ao3 writing#fanfic#fanfic advice#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie fic writers#steddie fic excerpt#stranger things#fruity four#steve harrington/eddie munson#steve x eddie
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Thank you so much for being such an articulate advocate about leaving reviews\comments.
Many of the comments I read on fics are from other writers. Writers are the ones who tend to understand just how encouraging those little comments are, but (unfortunately) writers are also the ones who might have the hardest time keeping up with all the wips in their community and write their own fics at the same time.
I think it's as simple as "if you're a reader and you want to encourage a writer to keep writing, leave a comment" or "if you want an update, leave a comment." I thought your response to the new writer anon yesterday was excellent. Comments and recommendations are everything: new writers are building an audience - it takes time and is often discouraging.
I’ve said for years, the best way not to have a fic abandoned is to review. I see so many people complaining that a fic hasn’t been updated or it has been abandoned but they don’t review. It doesn’t even have to be some grand review. Any review means a lot. Even a “loved the chapter” goes a long way. There’s one reviewer on ff.net who leaves a simple comment like that on every chapter I write and I know their name and get excited to know they’re still reading. If you’re entrenched in the Hinny fandom on ff.net, you know of the famous scrappy8. They review every single Hinny story known to mankind. Their reviews are always a simple few words. When you get an extra sentence from them about something they love? It’s like you won the lottery.
You’re right, most commenters are writers. And I know I don’t read nearly as much as I would like to. I tend to read shorter fics or one-shots or completed fics because I get so wrapped up in my own writing that I’ll forget all about a fic that is a WIP. And I’m a terrible commenter. I have NO idea what to write so my comments are generally short and sweet.
Someone once told me that while I was writing Brontide, that the fic was recommended in one of the Hinny discords. I forget which one. I saw a dramatic uptick in my reviews and people engaging with the story. Since I got a tumblr? Yeah, it’s increased even more. Honestly, the best part of fandom and what keeps me writing is engagement with all of you. I’ve made some great friends here. I’ve had a lot of laughs. It’s generally just been a lot of fun. So building a community is key. I will never understand people who read and don’t engage. You’re missing out on a lot of fun.
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