#might even write a one-shot for this?

[jazz-apple-jones]

Miraculous AU?? I was inspired by D&P embracing silly melodramatic phandom AUs. More of this to come once I finish the art trade that I swear I’m working on, I’m just swamped with school work rip.

Is anyone else going to the Fort Lauderdale TIT show? Phort Lauderdale phriends where are you :0?

[dangerdazee]

descendants: rise of red one-shot, in which uliana is not as big and bad as her "friends" lead her to believe

Uliana walks in front, a couple feet ahead, and the other four villains follow behind. They whisper as they walk.

"Goblin pastry? That's her plan?" Hook crosses one arm over his chest, propping up the arm with a hook and letting it sit up by face.

"How were our ideas not worse than that?" Hades questions.

"I'd much rather eat a little pastry than burn to a crisp." Morgie raises his eyebrows and purses his lips.

"Maybe there's more to the plan than just the cupcake." Hook's attempt to give Uliana the benefit of the doubt is not well-received.

"It's Uliana. You know there's not." Hades smirks.

Maleficent smacks her boyfriend on the arm.

"Hey!"

"Don't say that." But Maleficent's laugh doesn't really match her words.

"What's all the talking back there?!" Uliana stops abruptly and whips around, her hair flying.

"Nothing." Maleficent, Hades, Hook, and Morgie say in unison.

As soon as Uliana turns back around and the group of five continue walking, the four in the back stifle laughs.

Uliana thinks she's big, bad, and scary. She thinks all of the people in her little entourage are terrified of her and bow to her.

She couldn't be more wrong.

Why she ever expected evil personified to not be playing a cruel joke on her is beyond them. But she's been falling for it, hook (no pun intended,) line, and sinker.

It was Maleficent's idea first. When the five of them began to form a solid group, Maleficent immediately noticed Uliana's insecurity and confidence issues.

A good friend would try to be supportive and helpful, but this is Maleficent. She saw it as an opportunity to have a good laugh.

One day, the facade will fall and Uliana will be humiliated and the outcome of this evil prank will bring them great joy. But, honestly, they find it just as fun and satisfying to laugh behind her back about it.

"Should we even be getting back at Princess Perky?" Hades throws his arm over Maleficent's shoulders as they continue walking and whispering.

"Why? Are you going all soft?"

"Gross, no. The flamingo thing was just really funny." Hades gives a sly smile.

Uliana stops as someone calls her name. It's a teacher, so she's more inclined to actually pay attention and go. She tells the others to go on and she'd meet them later.

As soon as Uliana is out of earshot, Maleficent pipes up again.

"We could always... sabotage." Maleficent's face reveals that she's thinking hard.

"Bridget?"

"No- How would that make sense?" Hook pats Morgie on the shoulder, taking a bit of the edge off of his correction. "No, she means we could sabotage Uli's plan."

"Exactly."

"How?" Morgie asks.

"I'm not entirely sure yet. But we have a few hours left to figure it out."

Hook glances over at Uliana, seeing her angry and frustrated as the teacher speaks to her. Hook can only assume that she's not doing well in a class.

"Look, look. Look how upset she is." Maleficent, Morgie, and Hades turn their attention that direction and chuckle along. "Never gets old."

It would be only a couple years later that Uliana realizes what's been going on.

The anger in her was only beaten out by humiliation.

Suddenly, all these people who she thought feared her were making her feel small. And weak. It was as if they grew ten feet tall.

All the strength and power she thought she possessed dwindled down to almost nothing.

Uliana felt like her whole life was a lie, while Maleficent, Hades, Hook, and Morgie all laughed and had a grand time. They reveled in the result of their game.

Part of Uliana wondered if she deserved it.

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[ @ladyoftheesun here it is! might rewrite sometime to improve it, and i'll tag you again if i do unless you tell me not to! ]

[summertimemusician]

Linktober 2024, Day 1, Mirror (Self)

Alright here we go again.

Technically a sneak peak of a bigger thing to come in the future that I'm repurposing, and the result of my final playthrough and readthrough before EoW dropped being Four Swords Adventures and that made me sad about Shadow Link again.

Note that this is for the Four Swords Adventures iteration of Shadow Link that might evolve into an LU Shadow, not Dark Link in either LOZ or LU, I have other plans for him.

This one shot was brought to you by Scars by The Crane Wives, Ribs by The Crane Wives, Ruin by The Amazing Devil and Two Minutes by The Amazing Devil because the author's playlist decided to be incredibly cheeky when they blacked out to write this like an ancient seers being cursed with visions and then called mad and hearing they've been put up for execution.

As always the nature of the relationship can be romantic or platonic, mostly due to the author's time constraints and further plans.

Anyway enjoy the reading!

It was cold.

The sort of cold after a wildfire, when everything's turned back to ash, the sort that left burned your vision white after the flames licked through your veins and left an ache in your bones. He shuddered, coughed black onto the stone floor, shaking with a muffled whimper.

It never got any easier, being dragged from the Dark World and into the Realm of Light, the goddesses' world itself revolting against an intruder, wanting the wound torn asunder into their oh so precious realm cauterized. To purge the intrusion and smite it where it stands.

Too bad for them (and for him), his master didn't particularly care about what the world wanted. Didn't particularly care that he hadn't grow accustomed to the pain or the cold, he had to stand up. There was work to be done.

(Shadow gritted his teeth, willed himself not to think about the prophecy of a golden haired princess- because whether he liked it or not, it was prophecy. As those with divinity running through their veins are wont to spill from their throats so carelessly- of violet eyes and a smile a third moonlight and hands holding a hammer.

It always hurt more, after one of the heroes liberated one of the maidens, or the jewels, the pain lingering for days afterwards and carving a home in his metaphorical bones. But just this once he'd take the cold bite of the Four Swords over the pain in the hole in his chest that Vio's betrayal had left, something that felt so much worse than every other time before.

Just this once he wished that maybe, just maybe, the hurt would be too much to bear, that he wouldn't wake up again-

Why? Why does it hurt so much but he's still here? He already knew the Light was uncompromising and unforgiving, but he thought them at least above curses.)

His ears twitched as soft, almost silent footsteps came up to his side. Someone crouching by his fallen form, setting a cautious hand over his own that Shadow couldn't help but draw away from with a hiss, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the world again, to your face, carefully blank as you guided him to lean against your side, a silver choker with a crimson gem winked mockingly at him, the shade closing his eyes and going boneless against your side.

Shadow was so, so tired.

He heard you quietly sigh, plucking his cap from his head and running your fingers through dark amethyst, smoke and mist made hair. "I told you so."

"Shut up." He grumbled, nuzzling further into the crook of your neck. One clawed hand curling against your free wrist, digging into the skin. Absentmindedly noting there were new scratches just above the metal.

It was routine by now, the warmth of your existence against his own a welcome balm, not quite of the Realm of Light where it's unpleasant, not too close to the Dark World where he felt like melting back into the embrace of the darkness, only to howl in agony at being dragged out.

Memories not quite his own bled into his mind all the time. How you'd shape ice into flowers for the princess in winter with nary a though, of blinking and from one second to the next you'd have whatever sword he had hostage if you though it was time for a break with a smile brighter than the sun.

His master had changed that though. It took months for you to stop trying to claw the collar out and to stop trying to fight Vaati.

(Funny how holding a mage's dragon as a bargaining chip is just as effective as kidnapping a ruler.)

Your gaze flicked to the polished obsidian of the Dark Mirror, to the gold, ornate frame. "The offer is still open, you know. Let me take the suffering from you."

"No." He scowled, leaning back to glare into your eyes, a hint of fangs poking out from a maw struggling to keep the shape of a human jaw, "You helped him. Helped them." Shadow spat, there is that hurt again.

You shrugged, a movement that's just slightly awkward as you flinch, "That I did." You confirmed simply, it almost made Shadow see red as he leaned away, knocking your hand from his head in the process, but if there's anything him and the heroes shared, was a lack of a desire to hurt you. It was a little grating to be honest, "Vio even offered to take me with him, to be honest."

"Then why didn't you leave?" He demanded.

Why did you stick around?

Your eyes shuttered, a hint of conflict in your pursed lips. Before you found your words, they come out softly, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you why. You'll just have to find out yourself."

You tug your wrist from his grasp, and Shadow lets you go.

(Stubbornly pushing down on memories and emotions that arearen'tarenotanymore quite his.)

You stand and turn away, pushing the curtains away from your sight, you turn your tired eyes to Shadow with an emotion he can't put a name to. "Just keep it in mind that there's more than one way to end this. Nothing is truly inevitable."

Shadow watches you go. 'There's nothing that can be done. He tells himself, hand hesitating above the Dark Mirror, briefly, it curls into a fist. The hero's original self stares back at him.

'… Does he really believe that?'

He shakes his head, and focuses on willing the Dark Mirror to show him his counterpart.

His chest still hurts.

[crow2222]

saw one too many darry going to war tumblr posts and my brain thought of parry with it today

[slavhew]

always covered in your tears and their blood.

[sourtomatola]

I heard this joke a felt the need to tell you.

A vampire drinks a fae's blood, and the vampire argues that the fae's is under his control. The fae argues that the vampire is under her control for eating fae food. They go to a lawyer, and they ask who is in control. The lawyer says “Both.” “What!” They ask. The lawyer smiles evilly and says “You're married.”

How could you do this to me with so many projects in my hands right now?

[wolfsbanesparks]

As much as I'd like to know more about your other WIPs, I want to know what Boy's Night is about! (Thanks for including me, I'm digging through my WIP list, and it's endless!)

Oh I'm so happy someone picked this one!

So if y'all don't know there's an event going on this week called DC Trans Week organized by @dc-fandom-events. I didn't finish this one in time but it was for the Day 1 prompt: genderfluid.

It's a kind of introspective one-shot about a closeted Hal Jordan (since you know I have a genderfluid Hal agenda) navigating their shifting gender with the backdrop of him agreeing to have a Boys Night with Barry and Oliver (which happens to fall on one of her more feminine days)

Here's a couple lines that kind of set it up (probably my summary)

“We should all get together this weekend, have a proper boys’ night! What do you say?”

Hal grinned and let out a whoop of agreement. But mostly they were just hoping they actually felt like a boy when boys night rolled around.

So yeah, I'm pretty happy with how this one is coming along!

And if you want to ask about any of my other WIPs I would be down to ramble about any of them 👀 (I need excuses to talk about them more often)

[carpp]

just played the latest honkai chapter and i gotta be honest... the last two chapters have been more interesting and well written than most of the part one story to me

[johaerys-writes]

Me: hasn't written a single word in a week, agonises constantly over it

Also me: writes ~3k of a random pairing from a semi-obscure, five-year old videogame in a single sitting

[anderstrevelyan]

This fic is going to be the death of me, by the way

[magicalmelancholy-blog1]

The problem with planning a Len'en fanfic with a wider scope is that Len'en is a series where so much is going on.

Like, while Tsubakura is trying to chill and getting their chill time interrupted by some incidents and the presence of Suzumi, there's this fucking political drama going on in the background. This bitch (Fumikado) wants to become the vessel for this dead guy because their grandfather thought he was the true emperor and it was his dream to revive this guy and Fumikado is going to fulfill that dream because their grandfather took them in after their parents died and they have to repay him. Only problem is they failed, and also screwed over some people along the way.

Like, they had this servant that was raised from childhood to always be loyal to them (Chouki), but at some point, said servant killed themself so they could come back as a spirit and play some magic soul controlling flute you can only play if you died once, because the ritual to revive the dead guy needs a hell lot of souls. Only problem is the servant got their breath taken away in the revival process so they couldn't play the flute, and Fumikado cut them out of the plan after that, so now Chouki is fucking pissed at them and they end up dedicating their life to revenge against Fumikado. At some point trying to beat them to becoming the emperor becomes part of that.

Of course, they have allies, such as another person Fumikado screwed over (Para), who Fumikado stole their body from (oh yeah Fumikado ended up switching to this stronger homunculus body their grandfather grew in a lab and spent a lot of time growing it into the perfect vessel) and now they're stuck in Fumikado's old child body (wait child body?). Apparently being a homunculus in this world mean you're born with all knowledge but it starts dripping away as you get older and Para didn't get to do shit with their infinite knowledge because they were sealed up (sometimes anyway, it depends on whether or not you count the person Tsubakura grew [Kurohebi] as a homunculus, and that person does not have this problem, guess pseudohumans are different).

Fumikado's chief advisor (Iyozane) used to be the heir to the royal family Fumikado was hoping to overthrow but they were locked under house arrest due to some conspiracy and ended up getting poisoned by their sibling (Mitori)(it was all but stated to be consensual). Some stuff happened (Iyozane's words not mine) and they came back to life, but when they did it they didn't become a spirit or lose their breath or anything so they can play the soul controlling flute. They chilled for a while (because being a pirate didn't work out) but they totally jumped on the chance to help Fumikado overthrow the royal family, but they got cocky and tried to scam the wrong person (Kuroji) and now both them and Fumikado are in debt. Not to mention they failed to overthrow the royal family. By the way, their sibling did manage to overthrow the royal family.

Also like, this guy Iyozane hired (Tsugumi) has beef with the Senri Shrine. The same Senri Shrine Tsubakura got isekaid to run. Like, it's implied to be a much more personal reason, but the fact that the previous priest of the Senri Shrine, Tsurubami, ruled over Mugenri with an iron fist definitely didn't help. A lot of people have problems with Tsurubami and Senri in general (Kunimitsu, Suzumi, and apparently Tsurubami leaving meant that people felt more free to act up so I assume there are others). A few people used to have homoerotic relationships with them (Tenkai, Xeno a, and Haiji has a weird parasocial thing going on).

Jesus Christ I was just gonna oversimplify things but there's like 5 paragraphs and there is still so much. Point is, you have to keep track of what everyone else has going on in case it ends up affecting your story. Don't even get me started on the incident of the game formula that the danmaku games use (a carryover from its Touhou inspirations) and trying to figure out whether or not you'd have to shove an incident into your story to keep it canon compliant. (The answer for me usually boils down to "Bitch do you know how much of this is built on headcanonning between the lines? This fic can go without a background incident.")

[corpium]

Ansur!Tav fic in which Ansur reincarnates as Tav and slowly realizes his dream guardian is awfully familiar in the worst fucking way. This could be a horribly dramatic, tragic story.

however, I propose instead... comedy!

Let the companions suffer through them constantly bitching at each other. Maybe somehow Ansur is still an undead spirit posessing Tav so Emps is like "who's the abomination now??" and Astarion's like "now wait just a second, there's nothing wrong with being undead" and Minthara's casually dropping super wise truth bombs on them about their relationship and Karlach and Wyll ship it

[rainbow-flavoured-skittles]

Yang in the dc au is… complicated at best. he took Cole in because there was this extremely powerful meta who just died and no one is looking for him. and there was going to be an opportunity to play with necromancy soon, so he took the chance and sent Cole through the rift. his original intention was to get himself a highly trained and obedient attack dog, for lack of a better word. he didn’t really ‘care’ about Cole much in the beginning, but over time he did get attached to him, which is why he let Cole go back to ninjago city.

[corvid-ghost]

That moment when your hyprfixated on a a specific ship, but one no one really cares about

[pastafossa]

Hi! I was just wondering if you got my other ask about a TRT au that I want to write. I want to get the ok from you before I start anything.

I went digging for your asks and found them!

First off I feel like Deadpool when he's talking about fourth walls. A fanfic about a fanfic??? that's like... DOUBLE FANFICS

Second off I'm absolutely DELIGHTED by the idea and also really honored that someone would want to do TRT fanfic??? Just got me like

I am 100% ok with it! Anything that puts more fanfic into the world makes me happy tbh, AND it feels like a lovely continuation of the cycle that got *me* writing fic plus if i eventually take parts of trt and make it a real book as planned i would love if people ficced that IT'S THE CIIIIIIIIRCLE OF LIFE

There are only only two things I'd ask (applies to anyone else who may want to do TRT fanfic, which I'm fine with).

Proper credit back to TRT. If the fic's on AO3, then the 'This work is a remix, a translation, a podfic, or was inspired by another work' option when posting is what to use, and that'll let it pop up at the bottom of TRT under the 'works inspired by this one'. If it'll be posted on Wattpad or Tumblr, a link to TRT on AO3 and an acknowledgment is all I'd ask!

This one isn't specific to your idea (which I looked over and am totally fine with!). This is more for anyone else: please do not try to finish TRT, in the sense of trying to write the next chapters. AUs are fine, Blip fics are fine (I admittedly have a Blip side fic planned but it'll be outside of the main TRT story), various adventures, Foggy musings on canon, shenanigans, NSFW or SFW scenes, whatever, are all fine! I only draw the line at 'Pasta hasn't updated in a bit so I'm going to write the next chapters and post it'.

Other than that, you are free to move about the cabin with my blessing! I'm super excited to see what you come up with!

[zaundump]

Ok fine ill write more sinco fics lmao