#poll 2023 fic

[topazshadowwolf]

Single Dad Appeal

It's that time again! GO VOTE! I am sad I didn't get to vote for Dust. It seems like I never get to vote for my favorite boy as he always loses by the time I find the polls he's in. At least I got to vote for Nightmare, though currently, Horror is winning...

I wasn't going to do this but... here we go.... maybe it will be just this one. I just couldn't help it... as just looking at the poll made me think of this story...

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“Dust!” Nightmare snapped, getting the other skeleton’s attention from his book.

“yeah, boss?” Dust looked up lazily, a feeling of confusion coming from him. To be expected, Nightmare rarely snaps at any of them without them doing anything.

“How is it that you lost to Fresh?” Nightmare asked as he set down the laptop. “Everyone else made it past round one, but you lost to that ’90s walking disaster,” That caused Nightmare to frown.

“you said it yourself last time, nightmare. these things are a popularity contest. compared to that ‘’90s disaster,’ i’m not that popular,” Dust turned his attention back to his book. “doubt i’m that popular compared to most of those guys. and to top it off, i don’t care.”

That caused Nightmare to frown, and he folded his arms as he looked at Dust. Well, not this time, but perhaps he can get past the first round next time. Nightmare then sighed heavily and then looked back down at the laptop. “Horror is currently winning against me. There is still lots of time, though. While I would love to see myself win to see the look on my brother’s face when he realizes I am more attractive to the masses than he is, it would do Horror good to be acknowledged.”

Just as it would Dust, who seemed set on believing no one beyond the skeletons in this castle like him. It didn’t help that the universe seemed set on proving that myth correct. Nightmare had paid little attention to any other polls, but in the few he had seen, Dust rarely made it past the first round.

“so, you’re not going to campaign?” Dust asked.

“Of course I am,” Nightmare grinned, “Horror will have to earn the right to win against me. But either way, I will be happy.” He then frowned as he glared at the screen. “Though I would be happier of that glitch had been knocked out during round one. Seriously, I do not see the appeal. Do these mortals not understand that there would be no multiverse if Error had his way.”

“nah, s’not that boss,” Dust then looked back up from his book. “they like man babies. the more immature and stupid error is, the more they swoon for him.”

“is that it?” Nightmare frowned and then looked back at the screen.

“yeah, boss,” Dust then got a cheeky grin, “you know, this book was not as interesting as i thought it would be. want help with that campaign? between killer and i, i’m sure we can make those voting see you can be just as childish.”

“Absolutely not,” Nightmare frowned, “I will not lower my dignity to his standards. If I win, I will win my way.”

“if you say so,” Dust shrugged. “besides, i think you got enough of that… single… uh…” Dust paused and then cleared his nonexistent throat. “never mind.”

“No, now I’m curious,” Nightmare grinned, watching Dust grow more uncomfortable by the second as he waited for Dust to finish his statement.

“he was going to say you have single dad appeal,” Killer answered for Dust from the doorway.

“I have what?” Nightmare blinked.

“look, boss,” Killer started walking into the library, “it’s like this. the internet loooves the idea of someone being a group's mom or dad friend. and as the guy in charge, and literally taking care of the four of us, that makes you the dad of this little group. since we don’t have a mom, that makes you the single dad of four chaos gremlins. add in the tired look you get when we are at our most chaotic, and the internet will adore you!”

“the internet eats that stuff up,” Dust added.

“They do?” Nightmare said quietly before looking between them.

“yeah, boss, make that your campaign!” Killer said with a large grin.

“Would that not be awkward for you four? To have me going around, declaring myself as… your parental figure?” Nightmare inquired, feeling… unsure of how he feels about this.

“nope! since i’ll get to call you dad!” Killer beamed. Ah, this was a new game for him, it seems.

“I do not think that would be appropriate,” Nightmare frowned, though… maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

“you should let him call you dad, at least during this,” Dust said. “the voters would love it.”

“What about you?” Nightmare questioned as he looked at Dust. The shortest started hunkering down in his chair, which was an amusing reaction. “If we are committing to this, then you do so as well.”

“i guess,” Dust muttered.

“Alright then, during the course of time that I am still within this contest, I shall accent this… fatherly nature that I have been accused of having,” Nightmare stated as he picked up his laptop. He will have to wish Horror luck and declare to him and Cross that they are his sons for now. That will be… odd and yet satisfying. It’s a good thing Reaper is not here currently, as he would find it overly amusing, that is for sure.

[scashu]

Cross maid dress🙏

I’ve had covid since Thursday so I was excited to finally have the energy yesterday to finish this. There was too many options for me to choose for the colours, I went a bit overboard

Crerror was promised, and I’ll get to it soon…

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: “Well,” she says, long and drawn out, and from the glint in her eyes he can tell this is some kind of inner joke, kept from him. “I’ve been a diplomat, and a race car driver, and a chef, and an astronaut, and a veterinarian--” “An astronaut,” he repeats dryly. He wants to call her on her lie - but. But. How strange. There’s no indication of a lie: no rise in temperature, no quickening of her pulse, no change to her eyes, nothing. She laughs. “You don’t know the half of it."

Author: @howlingmoonrise

Note from submitter: The crack written seriously fanfic of all time. It is honestly so good and I learned of its existence after stumbling across a comment on YouTube recommending it. I must second that recommendation

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Devilish

A scare during the witching hour turns into something more pleasant than you thought it would.

Character; Trey Clover

Content; Gender-neutral reader, some fear but ends in fluff

Content Warning; Fear/anxiety, swearing

Word Count; 1.6 K

Author's Note; This is for @jade-s-nymph's TWSTober collab! I had a lot of fun writing this, plus this is my first fic/serious work featuring Trey ^v^ Please make sure you support the other writers and artists in this collab as well; and remember to reblog works that you enjoyed!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You woke up, a bit in a daze since you were just deep asleep, but the groggy daze of ‘Why am I awake… nevermind, I’m going back to bed’ quickly left your mind as a strong, acrid, smell filled the air; the smell of something burning. That grogginess quickly morphed into a slowly building and intensifying anxiety, but none of the smoke alarms were going off… you still got up though and turned on all the lights; you wouldn’t be able to rest easy until you found the source of the smell.

Room by room, you turned on the lights, and thankfully you didn’t find anything ablaze. Thinking about it, you didn’t even have anything on that could theoretically start a fire… better safe than sorry.

I mean, like, who wouldn’t wake up and not be freaked out? My brain is practically running around in circles and screaming FIRE! FIRE! FIRE! You thought to yourself, rubbing your eyes. You also knew full well that you wouldn’t be able to fall back asleep after this, the anxious part of your brain making sure that you stayed awake until you either found the source of the smell, or it went away.

You ended your quest of trying to find the smell in the kitchen, but there was no sign of smoke or the ‘fire’ that your brain imagined engulfing all of your earthly possessions. Yet, you didn’t feel relieved, instead, you hunched over your counter and started scrolling through your phone, looking for answers.

‘what smells like burning rubber’ 

You got everything from phantom smells caused by hallucinations, to electrical fires, to skunk. You let out a sigh and massaged your temples. Yeah, I should have seen that coming. Go looking for answers and instead, I have more questions than I began with. 

“Lovely,” you sighed, straightening yourself back up and looking up at the ceiling, “just lovely.”

It was honestly no use trying to go back to sleep now, since you were fully awake. Glancing at the clock, you groaned again; it wasn’t even four in the morning; what kind of sick joke was that? 

You gave your clock the stink eye but started your journey back to your bed, maybe you could start reading that book you’ve been meaning to get into… or you could just scroll mindlessly through social media while nice and comfy under your blankets. But right as you reached the threshold of your room, three knocks sounded out.

You paused and listened. Knock, knock, knock. There they were again, but they weren’t coming from the front door, no. You were half tempted to pull the blinds back from the window, but if there was some creep knocking on your window in the dead of night, you would rather not come across them. So yet again, you went through your place, triple-checking that all the locks were secure. First a fire scare, and now this? Today wasn’t going great, was it?

All of the locks checked out though, everything was good.

Knock. Knock. KNOCK.

A third round of knocking, but this time it was louder, more insistent. And the burning smell was back, and you could taste it from how strong it was. It commanded all of your attention and wasn’t going to be ignored… it was consuming, hungry almost. 

You were back in the kitchen, and thankfully(?) there was no more knocking, it seemed like three sets of three and it was done, but the smell, the smell. It was oppressive, and you started coughing, but despite the all-consuming smell of fire and burning, there was no smoke anywhere to be found; with the smell this thick, you would have been able to feel it. 

You went ahead to turn on the light, but despite you flipping the switch up and down multiple times, the light stayed off. And the rest of the lights just shut off suddenly on your final flip of the light switch, plunging you into darkness, engulfing you in darkness and the smell of burning.

FUCK! You fumbled around for your phone, trying to get the flashlight on.

Knock, knock, knock. The knocking was back, and it was slower and louder than before.

Finally, your phone’s flashlight turned on, and from the darkness, a pair of glowing yellow eyes stared at you, unblinking and looking into you, as if trying to see your very being.

And you? You just stood there, frozen, barely even breathing, since hey THERE WERE GLOWING EYES IN YOUR HOUSE STARING AT YOU? HELLO?! WHAT?!

You tried to move, to even open your mouth so you could make some attempt to either scream in horror, or hiss obscenities at whatever was in your kitchen, but you were frozen. And as you stared back into the glowing eyes, they were getting closer, and changing from a startling, eerie glowing gold, to something more dull and warm; a warm hazel. Despite this change from unnatural to something more human, they still pried into your consciousness, as if looking for something.

Soon, the former-glowing-eyed thing that was lurking in the dark corners of your kitchen stepped into the weak light of your flashlight. By the time he — yes, he — had stepped into the weak cold light, his eyes had stopped glowing. But the smell, the acrid smell of something burning, was stronger than ever, and it was coming from him. Yet, he looked like a polite neighbour who would offer you some sugar if you ran out, but you knew that wasn’t what he was.

He cleared his throat, and fixed his glasses, still keeping eye contact with you which you couldn’t escape. “You summoned me?”

You blinked in surprise at the question. It was out of pocket, but this entire situation was entirely ludicrous when you really thought about it. But the green-haired man just blinked back at you, as if he was just as confused at the current situation as you were. It was almost comical in a sense.

Finally, whatever spell you were under, lifted. “No,” you said, still gauging what he was since human was only the form he was taking on. “No, I really didn’t.” 

He offered you a polite smile, which was unnerving as it was charming; and if you were in a completely different situation, it would have you feeling at ease. The hairs on the back of your neck stood at end though, and your brain screamed DANGER! DANGER! RUN AWAY!

“You did though,” he chuckled softly, scratching the back of his neck. “Don’t you remember? At the bakery?”

The bakery? … all you had gotten at the bakery was some sugar, flour, and some lemon squares. And you would have remembered him if you saw him at the bakery; since green hair wasn’t natural, yet it looked like it was for him.

You shook your head, “All I got was some supplies and lemon bars. I didn’t ‘summon’ you. And what do you mean by ‘summon’? Who are you? What are you? How did you even get in my house?”

He pursed his lips and looked at you pensively. “Must have been a mix-up then… you don’t seem like the type to summon…” He let out a deep sigh, and adjusted his glasses — apparently, both of you were not happy with your current situations. Also, you didn’t know if you should have been offended or not at that statement. “Can I see what you got?”

You nodded, bringing out the flour and sugar, which, judging by his lack of reaction other than saying, “That’s a good deal for that,” was not the reason why he just spawned in your house. But then you showed him the half-eaten container of lemon bars, with three still left over.

“Ah, looks like there was a mix-up,” he chuckled. He turned back to you, with your citrus confectionaries in hand. “These are demon bars, not lemon bars. Eating them summons, well, a demon.”

A demon… A DEMON?! You balked at him, looking from the traitorous sweets to his bashful smile. And no wonder they tasted devilishly sweet… You knew it was bad going shopping on an empty stomach, and now you were dealing with the consequences.

“No offence, but uhhhh, how do I… send you back?” You were going to say ‘get rid of you’ but you didn’t want to offend the guy; he seemed polite enough, but you also didn’t want to test your luck either. “And what do I call you? Since I don’t want to just call you ‘demon’?”

The demon brought his hand to his chin and looked at you. 

Man, his eyes are pretty when they aren’t glowing in the dark— WHAT AM I THINKING?! GET A GRIP OF YOURSELF! You dug your fingernails into your palm to stop your wandering, and sleep-deprived, thoughts from skipping merely down a rose-tinted road.

He looked at the ‘lemon’ bars (apparently it wasn’t just a fancy cursive L then) and looked back up to you. “Trey, you can call me Trey.” 

Like a serving tray? Or three in Spanish?

“As for sending me back? Well, you didn’t know they were actually contracts, so I think if we make three more of those bars you should be good.” He nodded at the end.

Your night had taken multiple turns; from you thinking your house was aflame, to being scared half to death by Trey in your kitchen, to now making demonic-infused lemon bars in your kitchen at four in the morning… at least you made it out with your soul intact with the whole experience only costing you some ingredients, which you could always get more of… and maybe you even made a friend in the process?

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Tags; @afunkyfreshblog, @azulashengrottospiano, @eynnwwyjth, @ithseem, @krenenbaker, @lucid-stories, @savanaclaw1996, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[missdaytonawrites]

the time has come!!!!

excited to announce that kinktober won by a LONG SHOT!!!! i really was excited to see what you guys picked regardless of the winner, this is so!!! fun!!!

here's the prompt list i'm using this year!

🎃 some things to remember!!! 🎃

• prompts will be switching off between ellie and abby :))

• the first week (prompts 1-7) will be mashed up into one big, mega, juicy one-shot! coming out this saturday!

• daily posts will resume this sunday :)

• due to literal daily uploads, in addition to everything i already had planned for october my requests are closed for the forseeable future. my ask's and submissions remain open :)))

• this is probably of 0 importance to the greater good of you, however, i am a full-time esthetics student!!!! so please have patience with me i am hashtag trying my best.

• last but not least, there may be surprises!!! and twists ...or turns.. keep your eyes peeled :)

again, i'm so excited. happy october! <3 happy fall <3 congrats to all the kinktober stans that voted! 💖

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Fuck me there's so many fic ideas ricocheting around my noodle and I can't focus on a single one long enough to get it postable so I've got SO many WIPs at every stage of development

Might be posting some Opinion Polls for inspo to try to get these out :p also please let me know if you have any Goldenheart prompts you'd like to see from me! While I'm not taking requests so can't guarantee I'll mak them I'm always open to new ideas for my in-progress fics and to start up even more WIPs lol

Here's a list of what I'm working on. Please note that any of the ones that are currently sfw reserve the right to become nsfw as I write them. They are all planned to be either drabbles, one-shots, or only a couple chapters max

1. (Movie, nearly complete) Goldenheart coming out to Amb's parents. Rich Family Angst ensues (sfw)

2. (Comic, in progress) Ballister decides to propose to Ambrosius years after reconciling. Wholesome in-love homosexuality ensues (currently sfw, subject to change)

3. (Movie, not yet started) Ambrosius and Ballister get matching/coordinated tattoos that result in terrible angst after the arm-chopping incident. (sfw, subject to change)

4. (Comic, not yet started) Ballister notices that Ambrosius got a new tattoo not long after they got back together. Embarrassed twink is exposed for being an utter simp (nsfw)

5. (Comic, in progress) Ballister and Ambrosius get physically intimate for the first time way before they get emotionally intimate after everything goes down, because they are emotionally mature and know how to fix damaged relationships no they dont (nsfw explicit obviously. It's porn lol)

6. (Comic, almost complete) Ballister and Ambrosius do a kinky science roleplay (literally just kinky porn nsfw)

And there's probably a few more I'm forgetting about lol. Anyway for my first of these polls, which of these is the public most interested in seeing?

*please note that the winner of the poll isn't guaranteed to be posted first but it would give me insight on what to prioritize. I just really like getting feedback on my ideas!

[sinofwriting]

What F1 Fic Should I Write Next?

I've got a lot of ideas (this is only some and my brain will inevitably come up with ten more by the time this poll is done, but all well) and wanted to put it up for a vote for what I put a lot of my focus on next!

Options!

jealously, jealously (Max Verstappen): After months of pining Max and her are finally going out. But when she has a panic attack, the only person she wants is Daniel, who introduced them. (Angst with a happy ending, also Max is a bit dumb for reasons I don't want to spoil)

Whatever You Need (Daniel Ricciardo): Daniel and her have been best friends for longer than they can remember. And as a travel blogger, she has the luxury of getting to go with him everywhere. While people think they are together, they aren't. Until an unsatisfactory one night stand that goes wrong. (Smallest bit of angst, mainly just fluff and best friends to lovers)

lover (Oscar Piastri): During the Australian GP, press and fans find out that Oscar isn't single but married. More importantly, the grid also learns this. (Posted on August 26th, 2023)

Aren't Girls The Worse (Max Verstappen): When Max and her welcome their second child and daughter, it doesn't take long for Jos to go to the press with his disappointment. (Angst with a happy ending, Jos as a warning of his own)

I will end up writing all of these, but the poll is just to see what I should write and post first!

[sicktember]

We want to thank you all again for getting this blog to 1000 followers!

The polls results are IN, and your response was an overwhelming 'YES' for a final prompt sneak peek!

As there were a few of you that voted ‘no’ to the sneak peek, we will put the reveal under the cut, so as to not spoil it for those that don’t wish to see it.

⬇️ Take a look ⬇️

PROMPT #1 REVEALED! (Along with the previously voted for prompts from the polls):

1. Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care

10. “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy”

15. Sick in an Inconvenient Place

There you have it, you now have days 1, 10, & 15 to play with until the official reveal, coming mid-June!

SEE YOU SOON!

[sunflowerwinds]

this will also be a little treat before chapter 2 of this love ;)

[randomfoggytiger]

They may not completely accord with canon; but they... cripple me? every time I read them (in good or bad ways):

[anja-the-sane-panda]

what if Alano was a painted bat or a Honduran white bat or maybe a pallid bat?

also how do you hc Vester and Indigo met and how Lilith and Alano met? And why did Lilith change Alano into a vampire?

Sorry if I caused confusion! Alano is still a human in my fics, though Lilith does take some nibbles from him from time to time. (He doesn't mind mostly)

Lilith met Alano at a party (I.E Dj Got Us Falling in Love) where she tries to bite him but was stopped by Indigo and Vester. Turns out however Alano still remembers her and doesn't mind her being a vampire. (Though he did ask for an apology for trying to make him dinner) So they end up going on a few dates and hitting it off.

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Damn now I wanna do fics about these

[wellbelesbian]

WIP Wednesday

or tuesday i guess, because tumblr started glitching when i scheduled this and clearly got the day and time wrong

thank you for all the tags this past week @confused-bi-queer @cutestkilla @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @fatalfangirl and @ileadacharmedlife

here's some of chapter three for my @carryonthroughtheages fic. i'm making pretty good progress on it, considering how i usually procrastinate until the last minute for fic events. i mean, i still haven't even finished my 2021 fic. it guilt haunts me, and i promise i'll get to it eventually.

but for this fic, three chapters and various smaller scenes done! yay! i'm hoping to have at least the first five chapters written before the first chapter is due to go up, and i have a poll i need answering regarding how i should post it, but i'll put that after the wip:

Already, he’s looking through the shelves, pulling random books down and tossing them aside when they’re not what he’s looking for.

“Hey!” Niamh shouts. “Quit wrecking my shop!"

"What are you after?” Gareth asks from his spot on the floor.

“Maps!” Simon shouts back, head buried in the stacks.

“Uh, what’s going on?” Agatha asks me. I shrug, as lost as her. Niamh and Simon continue to argue.

“Where the hell are your maps?”

“This is a queer bookshop, why the fuck would we have maps?”

“Uh, there’s a map book right here.” Shepard says, pulling the right book out from its place. Simon falls upon it and starts flicking through the pages rapidly.

“We need a mining town. We can go over the union’s head, give directly to the people!”

“That’s mad.” Niamh shakes her head.

“It’s brilliant!” Penelope says.

“Just mad enough to work.” Gareth agrees, getting to his feet.

okay, so my question is, once the COTTA posting period is up and I can post the rest freely, should I have a weekly release schedule, or drop all the completed chapters in one go then release whatever is left as i finish it? each chapter is about 1,600 words, btw.

i'll tag everyone who tagged me on sunday, as well as @prettygoododds @imagineacoolusername @ic3-que3n @forabeatofadrum @facewithoutheart @bazzybelle @theearlgreymage @aristocratic-otter @blackberrysummerblog @hushed-chorus @ebbpettier and @youarenevertooold

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Thank you to everyone who has participated in my poll so far from my previous post, like I said I would be posting more polls for ideas on my in-progress fics. Since the Coming Out fic is winning by a long shot and I've been deliberating over this its appropriate that it be the first poll:

In my fic Ambrosius's mom is a knight, his father is not. I'm struggling with what her honorific should be. I've been using "Sir" because it evokes more knight-ness that I feel a descent of Gloreth deserves than "Dame" which is what's used for female knights irl, plus I really don't give a shit about gendered terms.

However I can't help but feel that despite my own aversion to gendering titles, referring to her as "Sir Goldenloin" reads awkwardly. I am concerned that readers will by default associate her as a man without meaning to and then think I'm talking about his dad when his dad is not a knight etc etc and it'll just result in confusion. What do y'all think?

[that-disabled-princess]

I jotted down a throwaway note in my outline, but my brain is now stuck on this.