#pandy fics

[shreedle]

Fandom: Mega Man X

Summary:

There were always unknown dangers associated with being a Maverick Hunter. Even before Sigma had rebelled, X had known this. But he hadn’t expected this.

Or: X finds a bit more than he bargained for at the Central Computer.

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Always happy when I managed to finish writing something!

[absolutely-normal-about-x]

Some random fun shit about Reborn gang-

While Fefnir and Volnutt inheriting X’s large appetite is really funny. (Inspired by this incredible one shot) since it’s established that they are big eaters due to their digging jobs. However it’s Volnutt that can be low key scary about it. Since he has a more smaller frame than his big brother (who’s a fucking UNIT), he eats more food to be fuel sufficient or well stress eats. The horror of everyone faces when they witness Volnutt scarfing down a massive burger that can kill someone in a eating contest and fucking won while a happy smile on his face.

It doesn’t help that Axl dropped that X ate 3 whole gigaburgers on the go. While they were on that mission from Giga city YEARS AGO-

X tried to get him to shut up about that.

Aero is prideful of her own flare of mechanics, often getting very snappy and frustrated when someone fucks up a perfectly crafted invention that she spend a long time developing it. As she’s responsible for maintaining Barrett’s weapons and her Rifle on important occasions tinkering with Axl’s weapons. She rather makes creative gadgets for her to use to mess around.

She’s notorious for having an explosive temper when she gets extremely pissed as hell. Trust me she appears not as intimidating at first glance and is known to be carefree and easy going, but once you press her buttons you unleash hell itself. She may be short but the shortest folks are always closest to hell especially if that gremlin has access to a transforming rifle (Other Gadgets) that she pulls up and will not hesitate to throw hands. Absolutely just screaming and curses in russian at ya, you don’t know what it means but Barrett (oo Axl’s) Expression tells that those words are not rated E-

Barrett often has to hold her while she just screams at him to let her destroy them. Axl also holds her by just scruffing her in a large form and waits out on the temper tantrum to die down. Listen Axl is working on her temper making sure that her rage doesn’t blind her. Thankfully those explosive rage episodes don't happen all the time.

Also she will dead ass find a way to recreate the fucking Z-Saber or well replicate it.

[pressureplus]

*Jumps in through the hole in the ceiling*

Author-San you have to listen to this fic idea where the reader is besties with pandemonium in their first run.

Like imagine Sebastian just starts to introduce himself as the reader's only friend down there, and the reader's like, "oh I have my bestie waiting outside!" And Seb is just confused since he knew that urbanshade just send only expendable here so his like "who did you meet here, can I get to know them" And the reader is like, "sure! They're a nice big guy" And calls them to come inside the shop

Sebastian was clearly expecting a human to enter but in comes pandemonium, squeezing it's big body inside the vent to enter his shop.

Fish guy looks horrified while the reader just happily cuddles with pandemonium and is like, "meet my best friend pandy! "

No Problem!

Friends in Strange Places

Pairings: Sebastian Solace x GN!Reader

Au: Classic

Warnings: My version of Pandemonium, mentions of rotted flesh, Pandemonium is a sentient creature like a human person, does pandemonium count as body horror?

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“You have…another friend in here?” He asks incredulously. His eyes narrowing in on your form standing so small and happy below him. His smile falling for only a moment at the thought of not being the first to grab a hold of you. He needs that data, he needs your trust. Still you smile and nod. His tail flicks in irritation at the thought of having to wrestle you out of another creatures grasp. Well, he supposes if he leaves you be, one little expendable can’t be worth anything…right?

“I do, he’s a bit big though, kind of like you.”

“Like me?”

“Yeah, like you! You wanna meet him?”

“Well I-” It’s much too late. You turn from him and pop the vent cover off once more, whistling for your supposed friend. It’s probably for the best he learns of what kind of competition he has down here. If it’s some kind of human much like you, he can easily get rid of them. Then, the distant sound of crunching metal and fast paced movement. Some kind of large creature racing through halls and claws digging into metal. A sort of screaming sound, a cacophony of wails. The voices of lord knows how many souls trapped and bound together by ties none of them understand. The screeching of the damned and broken, like a beast out of hell. The clatter and hiss only grows louder as the large creature forces its body through the vent to his room. Coming when called like a trained dog? How peculiar.

At last two large, clawed hands snap out of the vent, digging into the walls as a black sort of sludge slithers out. A body quick to reform, holes in its chest and sides adorned with eyes. The silvery gaze of what must be a few dozen eyes scan the room as the creature stands to its full height. A behemoth of what almost looks like rotted flesh, strips of black sludge connecting the sides of its jaws. The lower of which hangs like it’s broken filled with jagged shark like teeth. Long collections of black tendrils hook to the floor and walls to keep it upright and many more cover its head like long locks of hair, all connecting to the rest of its body oddly. A collection of what must be other mouths of sharpened teeth cover its large somewhat amorphous body as it seems unsure of what form to take. A being with a set mass but no set form, like some kind of liquid?

“Pandemonium.” Sebastian’s distaste is not at all well hidden seeing the animalistic beast before him. You, however, happily reach out to kind of pet the creature. It bends to your height as its eyes slowly disappear from the black hollow space of its internal body. It’s not an animal, not a human. All instinct and craving but not a human. How did you manage to get that thing to follow your every beck and call? Did you train it or something? How did you even manage that? What kind of monster are you?

“This is Pandy, isn’t he sweet?” The jelly like material making up the beasts body is cool to the touch, as it rests its head in your palm pleasantly. It’s careful to keep the form of an almost human like head to rest against you. A jawline, a nose, when you’ve devoured as many people as a beast like this has you recognize the forms and contours of a person. He has the appearance of a vaguely human shape in your presence rather than an indescribable blob of starved mouths, tendrils, and bloodlust filled eyes.

“Sweet is…a strong word. Where did you even find that thing- how did you get it to follow you?” Sebastian isn’t sure whether he should be impressed, horrified, or disgusted. You’re allowing that thing to act like a puppy as it nudges into your hand for good skin contact. It doesn’t get much positive contact, does it? It? He? It looks almost like both, maybe it is both? God why does it even matter?

“Hm? Oh! Well he ended up chasing me into a locker when I spotted him, him and one of those little void things in the locker fought over me. I thought I was going to be ripped apart until his hands jutted out to grab me. He tugged me free!”

“He isn’t supposed to have…hands.”

“Oh…?” You look over at Pandemonium, whose steely gaze is fixated on Sebastian. As if to demand he stops talking. It’s uncomfortable as Sebastian shuts his mouth.

“Well, either way, he saved me. I thought he was going to eat me but we kind of just stared at each other for a while. The rest is kind of history?” You smile and carry on like the confirmation of Pandemonium not usually having any other form doesn’t concern you. Sebastian just stares in mild horror. Is Pandemonium using you for something? He didn’t know that thing could plan let alone have complex thought.

“Right…well thats nice.” He clasps his hands together almost nervously as the beast's silvery eyes disappear within its body once more. He doesn’t want to deal with fighting it right now, and it seems more than content to not fight him either. Perhaps they can both work with you? He hopes so.

[justaboutsnapped]

top 5 favourite fics?

top 5 bands/artists you'd like to see live? top 5 photos of nico rosberg? x

Top 5 fics - Not sure if these are my Top Five of All Time™ (after all I've been reading fic since 13 💀) but I tried picking 5 different fics I've really loved from different fandoms

F1 - Second Star to the Right by @\gufettogrigio - Surely one of the most beautiful brocedes/princess cake fics ever. This is kind of weird to say but it Not to expose myself but I specifically loved it because of how raw and accurate the depiction of mental illness is. There are specific quotes in this that I think about all the fucking time and I've reread it at least half a dozen times over the past three months. That says a lot about me tbh.

Merlin - Pianos are made for falling by fishwrites - Devastating. Haunting. One cannot simply move on from this. Lowkey scared to reread it because it would wreck me.

The Man from U.N.C.L.E. - A steel hand inside a velvet glove/丝绒铁腕 by Huoshao - It's a shame not everyone can read chinese because it's the best post-canon Napollya longfic hands down. It's super famous amongst Chinese fans of western media–I've come across people who watched the movie because they wanted to read the fic.

Enhypen - Bestie Vibes Only by @\drivestraight. Fun fact: this is how I discovered Val, her F1 fics were very much a pleasant surprise for me. Genius writing that managed to pull off the cliche college au by having the most insanely messy intra-group dynamics. Beautifully insightful descriptions of love, especially at the end.

Inception - Autonomic by radishface (+ the sequel How to use a lifejacket) - As an Inception rarepair truther (cobb/arthur... don't judge I have my reasons) I owe my life to the more open-minded livejournal authors tbh. A lot of good shit out there but I'm particularly fond of radishface. One of the first fics I downloaded to my hard drive for archival.

(additional shoutout to the garden of eden by relationshipcrimes. I haven't consumed the source material (persona 5) so I can't judge the characterisation but this genuinely is one of the most horrific + devastating things I've ever read. pandi why would you rec this to me)

Top 5 artists I'd like to see live (excluding mcr & fob–they're my top priority but I've already seen them):

草东没有派对/No Party for Cao Dong - One of my favourite bands, their latest album is insane in terms of musicality, even if you don't understan Chinese it's still really good!! It's my dream to see them live.

Seong-Jin Cho - My favourite classical pianist <333 I'd sell a lung to see him play Chopin

The Killers - Idk singing along to their hits would cure me

Mãneskin - They would be so fun to see live oh my godddddd

Enhypen - I NEED to see nishimura riki's dance live I need toooooo

Top 5 nico pics - impossible fucking challenge considering the sheer number I've saved... I really can't choose but here are 5 I'm currently enjoying. Shoutout to all the really cunty pre-f1/early williams era long-hair nico pics <333 couldn't choose between them so none of those made the cut

[waythroughtheice]

Source Sunday:

The sources depend on which WIP, so...

For the Courage-verse: the LOZ Manga, some game things, the LU comic (obviously), other fanfics, and theology. So much Catholic theology--and real-life history as well.

For Synthesis Reaction: sci-fi tropes! Lots of sci-fi tropes, and taking things to their natural conclusion. Also, annoyance that there aren't as many Star Force fics drives this series. I do touch on some theology here too, but in the background.

For Mega Man X: The Archie comics, the Ariga manga, some game things, and other fanfics, like Byron Nightshade's stuff, Harunarei's Redemption, and things Randy Pandy writes. All of these collide with some sci-fi tropes and me asking questions about what about the consequences, Capcom.

[passengersinwriting]

My fics - 2023

*last born son (nico hischier/nolan patrick, 322k)

Summary:

Marcos had taught him three simple rules.   Don’t stop moving. Don’t trust anyone. Kill first, don’t ask questions.    Nico had disregarded all of them when he called Boyle.     or the werewolf/hunter au nobody asked for.

*fell into you like a leap of faith (nico hischier/nolan patrick, 119k)

Summary:

It starts with Jesper saying, “Look, man, I love Cam to death. But you have to sign her up for sports. Or anything that, like, helps her spend her energy on something other than running me to the ground.” It continues with Jonas adding, “I know a guy who runs an after-school hockey program for young kids. He used to play in the NHL. Pretty solid dude.” And it ends with Milla exchanging a too-serious-for-a-three-year-old look with Pandy the Penguin and nodding. “We want the knife shoes.”   Or Nico is a single father with a cute but hyperactive daughter and Nolan is the retired NHLer who runs a program for little kids. You know how the story ends.

*jump with me, come with me, burn like the sun (nico hischier/nolan patrick, 40k)

Summary:

It starts with a very cute three-year-old with very brown eyes and very deep dimples hanging onto Siegs’s leg. It ends with a very cute adult with very brown eyes and very deep dimples. Because of course it does.

[rereadanon]

tag game tuesday thursday: fandom edition! ✨

thanks for the tags, friends @celestialmickey, @gallawitchxx, & @michellemisfit! I need something to absolutely keep me from my responsibilities and that is not sarcasm!

your name: Anna

your age: I was born in the 1980's baby

your first fandom(s): Shameless

your current fandom(s): Shameless

how did you first get into fandom? I saw a Buzzfeed about best tv proposals which immediately led me to YouTube which led me to begin a full binge of Shameless on Netflix right before the pandemic. Then the Pandy started and oh my goodness I needed some new coping mechanisms and I had finished my binge but I needed MORE IAN AND MICKEY so I googled fanfic and read and read. Then I stalked some tumblrs and I finally broke down and made one on 8/17/2021 and here I am!

how long have you been engaging with fandom spaces? like I just said 😇

how often do you read fanfics? As much as possible, but at least every night in bed

top 3 characters from your current fandom(s): Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher, and Sandy Milkovich

have you ever written a fic for a fandom? if so, shout it out! Yes, yes, my lil ficlet Friday bbs AO3 I definitely promise more in the future!

have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom? if so, drop a link! No, but I want to!

share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about: Look, Mickey and Sandy, and probably Tami are really serious about their RuPaul's Drag Race watch dates. Ian is not allowed! Also, Mickey loves Megan Thee Stallion I will die on these hills baby!

you’re trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them? LOOK AT THESE SLUTS THEY ARE SO HOT FOR EACH OTHER and that's it, if they aren't convinced, then they are a lost cause and not worth my precious breath!

and finally, what does fandom mean to you? oh buddyyyyy, well like I mentioned above, I came into this during the pandemic. I was working the biggest med-surg floor at a city hospital and I was exposed very early on (luckily I stayed negative). Anyways, my anxiety was absolutely bonkers, as was my anger (no hazard pay but records profits for the healthcare industry?!). So fic became so so special and meaningful to me, which led me to all these new friends that I feel like I have no reason but to be myself around and they are all so supportive and encouraging and we can talk about smut and its totally normal and they feed my brain regularly with words and art and gifs and headcanons and FRIENDSHIP and omggggg I love you all so so so so much!!!!!!!!!!

I will refrain from tagging since it's late late late but if you read this, I am giving you a virtual and consensual hug and know that you are amazing and strong and wonderful and your feelings and headcanons are valid!

[ace-the-fox]

Me: Yeah I'll get the last two rare pair week days done the weekend after my exams. No biggie :)

My procrastination brain: Yeah... noooo

I still don't have the doodle done for the free day. Might get it done by at LEAST next week, but no promises. I'm happy to leave things here either way, I just wanted to get all the fics done at least lol.

Did I also just use this as an excuse to drop in an lwa oc that's been in my brain lately? Yes, I absolutely did. I'm not ashamed of it either.

Day 6: Dates

"Okay, before you do anything with your hairspray and your little pins, just know I've had this hair-do since I was thirteen."

Vonnie snickered, setting stuff up like a professional hairdresser. Or a mad scientist. Either one worked. "And that, Frankie, my boy, is precisely why I need to do this."

Frank pouted a little, blowing golden hair out of his face. It felt weird to have had it be down and in his face all day. Vonnie, an Appleton student a year above him and a good friend, had convinced him (REALLY convinced him) to try a different hairstyle for his first date with Andrew. Frank had relented in a panic three hours before the date and had run over to her house ASAP.

"Anyways, the more you hesitate, the later you risk running for your little date," Vonnie said, running their hand through the now loose blonde strands of hair. "Even though the two of you have practically been dating since, like, two years ago to me, but I digress. A first date is a big thing, after all. So, you'd best listen to me."

Yes. His first date. With Andrew. Frank could still barely believe it. He could barely believed that Andrew had asked him out before Frank could gather the balls to.

Andrew had approached it a bit like a business proposition. Matter-of-factly and sternly, but still a lot more awkwardly. His face went a particular fuscia that Frank hadn't thought was possible for his pale complexion. And how could the blonde ever say no (not when he'd been, at least consciously, crushing on the boy for a year by now).

So, here he was, sat in a chair in Vonnie's bathroom with the much taller person stood behind him. They'd tied their long, fluffy black hair up, though there were still curls falling in their eyes. Their father was always hounding at them to get a haircut, but everytime he made the appointment, Vonnie never showed.

Frank couldn't help but feel just a little nervous, even though he had no reason to be. He'd never been this nervous for a date, even with pretty girls that were way out of his league. To be fair, in any other circumstance Andrew would probably be equally out of his league, but in these circumstances they had been friends before this. And they had been friends for years. This was the closest Frank had known any of his dates. Why was he so jittery.

After a moment of scrolling through a pinterest board she had made for that moment (they'd had it for years, by then), Vonnie put their phone right in front of Frank's face. "You think this'll impress Andy-Pandy? It's close enough to what you usually do..."

Frank glanced at it. It basically was the same as his usual style, just a lot less solid. So more of it curled up in his face. It looked rugged. Stylish. Andrew might just be impressed.

Frank smirked up at Vonnie. "Do your worst."

And, so, Vonnie did. While the two of them sang along to cheesy 2010s pop for the next half hour. "I'm happy for you, Frankie, my man. I really, really am," Vonnie chuckled, finishing up with another choking spray of hairspray, midway through Kesha's 'TikTok.' "Now... What do you think?"

Frank looked in the mirror. A completely new yet uncannily familiar man looked back. He grinned, feeling a little bit better about his date now. He started to wonder if Vonnie's offer had been deeper than just wanting to see him with a different look to what he'd been rocking for five years now. "Love it. Thanks Von."

Vonnie hugged him from behind, in a way that made even the effortlessly friendly Frank jump a little. "Man, I am happy for you two!" she giggled. "I thought we'd all be in our thirties by the time this happened!"

Frank rolled his eyes but laughed. "Yeah..."

Vonnie finally addressed how still obviously jittery he was. "Don't you worry. I'm sure it'll be no different to you two hanging out together anyways... But do you want me to do a little stalking anyways, to wingman it just in case?"

Frank held up a hand. "Nope. I think we'll manage."

"You will," Vonnie laughed, reaching out to ruffle Frank's hair but retracting, so as not to scuff their own handiwork.

(And they did. A few hours later, Vonnie got a spam of emojis and five pictures of Andrew and Frank being cute and cuddly together from Frank. Vonnie sent back a response that she hoped was as smug as intended.

"Told you soooo 😘")

Bonus, the reference for Frank's hair because I wasn't sure how to describe it well enough 💀:

Not the most creative, but most of the results for "men's haircut ideas" are literally all the same DX

[propheciesanddreams]

Feliz Compleaños Mon Étoile Part 2

Here’s part two of yesterday’s fic for @luna13e-blog  perspectives of Dorcas and Sirius. cw: implied homophobia

Nothing felt right. Dorcas threw yet another shirt to the floor out of her wardrobe. She wished she had they full wardrobe with their, maybe next semester she'd ask their cousin who had already graduated from Hogwarts and could do magic outside of school to cast a shrinking spell so that she could bring more with them for the spring. How were they possibly supposed to put together a date outfit like this? There was a quiet knock on her door and she knew exactly who that belonged to. 

"Come on in Pandy!" She called out, their head still deep within their wardrobe as if willing something to show up. 

"Whoa, this is…" Dorcas looked up at her friend who was shaking her head, blonde strands flying out of her singular braid. "Ok. How can I help?" 

"Makeup? Please!" Dorcas asked. She spun around and sat in the bottom of the wardrobe, completely defeated. Pandora held up a very full cosmetics bag with a grin. 

"What are we feeling?" She sat on the floor of the door and began to dump out items, lip glosses spilling everywhere. 

"I think I'm liking this red top but I can't find anything that feels…me today." They held out a shirt to Pandora who remained seated on the floor. Her friend looked thoughtfully at the wardrobe and the clothes scattered around everywhere in the dorm. 

"That top is good but your other red top, the one that Mary embroidered the shoulder," Dorcas knew the one she was talking about and rifled through the clothes at the bottom of the wardrobe for it; they held it up to confirm. "Yep, that one and… those muggle bell bottoms you have with the sequins." 

"Isn't that a bit too…busy?" Dorcas asked. 

"No, it's the perfect amount of busy. It'll look nice and then we’ll pair it with oh!! You know those big earrings you have? Not the ones you enchanted but the plain hoops, yeah and then the snake pendant.” Dorcas pulled each item out of their jewellery box as she spoke. “Perfect. Oh that’ll look so good!” Pandora squealed. “Now come over here and let me work my magic.” 

Magic it was too. In a mix of muggle and magical techniques, Pandora applied the colours to Dorcas’ face until she finally felt pleased with the way they looked. 

“Panda, you’re the best! I don’t know how you did it!” They admired themselves in the mirror as she spoke. 

“A beautiful canvas to work with helps.” She looked at her watch then. “What time were you meeting Marlene again?” Dorcas’ face dropped. 

“Six. Don’t tell me…” they looked at their own watch. Ten til six. “Oh shit. I gotta run! Thanks so much Pandy.” They planted a kiss to the side of Pandora’s head before running straight out of the dorm and not stopping until they’d travelled up the first staircase and down the long corridor to the Great Hall entrance. 

Sirius was already standing there, alone. He had on his usual outfit, a muggle band t-shirt with his leather jacket over top. He’d done some eyeliner and left his long hair down. Dorcas could see what Remus saw in him, it wasn’t what did it for them but she could still see that he was quite handsome. 

“Where are our dates?” She asked as they approached her friend. Sirius shrugged as he looked up then let out a low whistle. 

“Looking hot, Dorcas. Love this.” He reached up to the snake pendant. “Normally hate everything Slytherin but you pull it off much better than I ever could’ve.” 

“Oh I know. You couldn’t pull off half of what I wear.” They replied with a smirk to which Sirius gasped and looked offended. 

“I resent that.” 

“Resent it all you want, babe. You keep your bad boy biker look cause you could never look this hot.” 

Sirius shook his head and scuffed his boot against the stone of the Great Hall entrance. Then he paused and shrugged off his leather jacket, walking over to drape it over Dorcas' shoulders. He stepped back like an artist admiring their work. 

"Mmm, just as I thought, bad boy works to make every outfit hotter." He winked. 

"Fuck off, Black." They laughed and pulled the jacket off to hand back to Sirius but he held up a hand. 

"It really does suit you, keep it on for tonight, Marlene is going to lose her shit." Dorcas pulled the jacket tighter around her neck, that was a lovely idea. 

"Think they'll keep us waiting much longer?" She reflected upon the stairs in front of them. 

~~~

They weren't waiting that long in the end before the two were joined by their dates. Marlene, a flurry of long blonde hair and red lips and chaos as always, and Moony, his Moony beautiful Moony. Sirius would never tire of the way the world melted away when his Moony was in the room. Of the few people privy to their relationship status, Sirius was aware the assumption was that Sirius was settling for Remus. They thought that Sirius could do much better, that he should find someone who was hotter, healthier, and of higher status. This was complete and utter bullshit. If anyone took the few seconds to look at Remus, truly look at him, they would know that Sirius was the one far below his league. 

"Where's your jacket, love? It's December, in Scotland!" Remus reprimanded by way of greeting. 

"You look wonderful too, I'm so excited for this date." Sirius got closer and lowered his voice, "and for after." He added which had the desired effect of stopping Remus in his tracks before he shook his head and continued walking. They were all heading out the front doors of the castle now. 

"Don't think you can distract me." Remus growled; his voice sent a shock through Sirius, he didn't think he could make it through this dinner. 

"Lent it to Dorcas because they look hot in it and look how much Marlene agrees." Sirius smiled back at their two friends. Marlene couldn't take her eyes off Dorcas, Sirius almost wanted to place a bet that they'd sneak off to the women's during dinner but he knew Remus wouldn't take that bet; he knew better. "Besides," Sirius returned his eyes to his love. "I figured you could keep me warm?" 

"You're so lucky you're cute." Remus remarked which only caused Sirius to smile more. The castle lights were now distant behind their backs, the village below them still a fair distance away. Sirius stopped walking, Remus taking a few steps before realising his partner had stopped. "What? What is it?" 

"C'mere." Sirius linked their hands together, intertwining their fingers and pulled him closer until their chests bumped together. Sirius tilted his head but it was Remus who leaned down and brought their lips together. It took several minutes before they pulled apart, hands still linked and cheeks slightly flushed. Sirius pulled Remus along by the hand even after they'd caught up with the other couple, and only dropped it when the lights of Hogsmeade station reached them. 

The date itself was a mundane affair. Marlene and Sirius had gone back and forth when they'd originally laid out the plans but ultimately The Three Broomsticks was what they decided on. The food there was always good, the drink was always good, and if Marlene got to stare at the young waitress Rosmerta after they'd placed their order, well everyone just pretended not to see. It wasn't too crowded in the inn either which meant the four of them were a little extra bold. Partway through dinner, Remus placed a hand on Sirius' thigh under the table and didn't remove it until Rosmerta walked back over to take their dessert orders and refill their butterbeers. Then Dorcas shared their dessert with Marlene, feeding her off their fork in a far too close to just be friends kind of way. It made Sirius smile, and if anyone noticed, nothing was said. 

It was sweet to be together, even if he had started off the day forgetting that this was even on his calendar. Getting away from the castle and enjoying the company of one another was nice. They were able to forget their exams and all other daily worries within the moments of laughter and discussion. When they left The Three Broomsticks all four hand in hand, all that mattered was each other, huddling warm against the cold night air, and ducking into Honeydukes for some more chocolate for Moony and sugar quills for Marlene.

[cherryxsang]

I'm back!!! I just reread the cowboy san fic and grrrrr I can't get enough of it.

would you ever consider writing a part two?? I'm not sure what that would be like, but I'm thinking san and reader running into each other somewhere. OR OR this time, san is the one looking for her?? 🫣 maybe cowboy sannie doesn't want to be so alone anymore

the ending was so nice as it is but I can't help but think about it every now and then. I just need more cocky outlaw san and badass bounty hunter reader 😩😩

AAAHHHH that’s so cute that you reread it 😭😭😭

yea i had planned to write a part two one day, that’s why i let san escape at the end ^^ i’m still coming up w ideas tho and i have a lot of other things i need to write first so i’m not sure when i will get to it 😅

hehehehehhe ahhhhh your ideas i- 👀👀 lemme just write them down real quick…. i’m not sure yet what they’re gonna get up to but i think you’re right about sannie not wanting to be a lone cowboy anymore…🤫

i’m so touched by how much you love that fic and i’m so thankful that you shared this with me!!!! so thank you so much for sending an ask my pandie ^^ 💕

[averysexyleon]

ah shit just call me right out why don't you.

For real though, it started after some disastrous friendships ended in 2022 and I was pretty lonely. I'd written lots of fanfic before, but went back to co-writing (rp) because people asked me to and because it was a way to socialize during the pandy.

fast forward and I'm enjoying solo writing far, far more than the forced interactions between different universes and the story that flows outta my head within the RE:Village canon information is one of my favorite gifts from the universe in 2023.

It's renewed my hope in writing as a hobby and form of self care in general. I couldn't be happier.

So---write the fics, bastards, let's make shit <3

self care is writing a fic that you’re literally the sole target audience for

[shreedle]

Fandom: Mega Man ZX

Chapter: 11

FINALLY. FINALLY I FINISHED IT. It only took me seven years OTL.

Also have an Author's Notes here at the very end of it to explain some of my very ADHD thought process for this one.

[bakapandy]

do you have naruto or boruto fic recs?

Currently, the only boruto/naruto fic I follow is prisms about the sun by Steoh ( @mochidoodle )

It's a Konohamaru character study in the Boruto Era and the writing style and characterization is just *chef's kiss*

[waitingforthestarstofall]

Hi! Just found you because of your drabbles, and I loved them! Could you write number 91. Lies for Mac? :)

Hiiiii!!!!! Welcome, new friend! Thank you for sending in an ask.

Again...I’ve drabbled a couple times in writing this. Apologies for going overboard. *grins*

I had a little help from @nade2308 & @anguishmacgyver in getting some details fact-checked. Thanks pals. <3

91. Lies

Jack’s brain hurt. Their boss, Oversight, was Mac’s dad? What?

Now they were on a plane in-route to freaking Mexico and Mac wasn’t talking to him or James MacGyver. Instead of spreading out at his usual couch spot, he was squeezed into the corner of one of the single seats, working on a paperclip sculpture.

He felt the anger and animosity roiling off of Mac despite being several feet away. Never one to see his family hurting, Jack relocated to the seat across the aisle.

“Mac—”

No sooner had he started speaking, Mac shut him down. “You can’t smooth this over with another lie. I’m in on it now, okay?”

Lied to Mac? Him?

“I’ve never lied to you. Told you things I’ve never said out loud to anyone”

“What about Day 64?”

Jack’s heart sank. Years of working to gain Mac’s trust and show him how much he mattered down the crapper.

He kept his voice even but firm and looked into his partner’s anguished eyes, “I told you. I re-upped because I watch your back. Couldn’t let a kid with a funny hamburger name get himself killed. Nobody made that decision but me.”

“You sure about that? You said you did it for your country back then.” Mac challenged bitterly.

Curse Mac and his photographic memory.

Jack took a breath to ground himself before he bared it all. “I did say that. More in the ‘you and me against the world’ way, not the ‘I helped Truman Show you’ way. I stayed because I couldn’t live with myself if I left and something bad happened. Because you’re important.”

They held each others’ lives in the eye contact they shared. Jack watched Mac search for any lie or misdirection and waited for him to anchor himself in what he could trust. Their bond.

“I got you.”

send me a whump drabble number!

[kkoongiees]

★* Baekhyun as The Fool tarot *☆

for @amyeonzing‘s new fanfic Cards of Fate 

[hotpinkstaples]

coworker asked me what i was doing to cope with the long hours now that our function isn’t returning to the office until 2022, and i was like ‘oh just zoom-calling all of my friends’ meanwhile in my head im like ‘definitely not doing six lines of coke in the half-bath after every SLT meeting”