#potential fan fiction

[that-pineapple154]

Okay so I have a couple ideas rolling around my mind for Ronance fanfics. And by a couple I mean I have 4, 3 of which would/will be multi chapter… oops

Anyway, how do y’all feel about a Ronance summer fling fic where they end up meeting on vacation in San Antonio? Cause imagining Robin and Nancy walking down the riverwalk together, and lounging by the pool together, and maybe dancing in the pouring rain together makes me reeeeaaally want to write ^^

[fizpup]

valentine, you're a horse ❤️

[stangalina]

I want to read a fic where Arthur discovers that Merlin is Emrys, but the conflicting feelings of affection for Merlin and hatred for magic cause him to misunderstand the nature of Emrys' existence.

His brain rationalises the situation in the only way it can, and comes to the understanding that Merlin and Emrys are two separate people living in the same body. That Emrys is living WITHIN Merlin without Merlin's knowledge.

Which, if that were true, would actually be a smart move on the sorcerer's part. Arthur would not, will not, and will NEVER execute Merlin. He's also around Arthur all day everyday, so that means he's close by to get whatever he wants or needs from the king. This only further convinces Arthur that he's correct.

He is not correct, of course. But since he's Arthur, he doesn't communicate what he has "learned" with Merlin. He doesn't want to tell his clearly unaware manservant that he's got an all powerful sorcerer buried in his brain. And he certainly doesn't want to tell anyone else out of fear it'll lead to Merlin's death. So he keeps it to himself, like an idiot, and operates every day under the assumption that Merlin is possessed by the most powerful sorcerer to ever live.

Meanwhile, Merlin is thriving. Sure it had been terrifying for Arthur to first learn about the prophecy via a loose lipped druid on the verge of death, and THEN witness Merlin using his magic in order for the thing that killed the druid to not also kill Arthur, but the reveal had gone over shockingly well all things considered.

He did get a whole week of complete silence from Arthur, followed by a few more days of being stared at in a thoroughly unsettling manner, but after that everything went back to normal. Better than normal, in fact!

It was clear that Arthur was incredibly uncomfortable with his magic, which was understandable. Arthur may be a good man, but his quality of character didn't magically erase the prejudices and experiences that had been hammered into his head over and over since he was a child. The way he seemed to be coping with it was by pretending that nothing had happened at all, which was just fine as far as Merlin was concerned.

Gaius disagreed. But what did Gaius know? Healthy communication? Don't need it.

Merlin didn't use his magic around Arthur on the day to day, even though he could be sure he wouldn't get executed for it anymore. He didn't want to make Arthur uncomfortable, so he went along with the unspoken plan of pretending that nothing had happened. Resuming the exact same routines and behaviours that he'd been doing for years now. Gradually, Arthur relaxed. Well, as much as Arthur Pendragon can relax. And life resumed as normal.

Except for one little detail.

Sometimes, Arthur would call him Emrys. Not all the time, and certainly not when people were around to hear or see. But sometimes.

When he needed help. When he needed magical help.

An enchantment on a courtier, an artifact found buried under a house, a monster wreaking havoc on a town, or a hoard of bandits descending upon the two of them in the woods. A tome, a necklace, a potion, a poison, a cure.

If Arthur called him Merlin, he wanted his manservant. If Arthur called him Emrys, he wanted his sorcerer. It was a neat little system, Merlin thought. A sort of code, just for the two of them.

Of course, this equilibrium can only exist for so long before something slips and shit gets messy. But that's all part of the fun!

[emperorsfoot]

Me, writing Superbat: *creates dramatic parallels between Lex Luthor and Bruce*

Me, writing TimKon: "oh no! there's dramatic parallels between Lex and Tim too!"

[moonlitenvyillust]

Alright that's it

MOOT CALL. NOW. THE SOULS I HAVE REAPED ARE SCREAMING IN MY EARS

THEY'RE BEGGING TO BE LET FREE

IN THE FORM OF SONG WRITINGS OR THINGS DRAWN ON PAPER

LET ME GET THEM OUTTTT

@lenamiyabi @cutob @kindred-spirit-93 @writer-s-block-button @lemonade-tree7 did I miss someone? Oh yeah @fr0g7yyo

[raebiis]

Continuously baffled at the reality that we live in a world where mafia-au(s) are popular and every fandom has them… but The Godfather has a startling lack of fanfic?

We’re talking THE Godfather. One of the greatest mafia movies ever made- a wealth of characters at your fingertips, each incredibly interesting and multi-dimensional.

WITH 70s AL PACINO AT HIS MOST HANDSOME.

PRIME for crossovers.

What the hell is this madness?

I’ve been considering writing one of my own fanfics to fill the gap a little but damn.

[pennysucks]

WHY ARE THERE SO MANY INCEST FICS WITH GREEK MYTHOLOGY??????

I mean, I know why but

COME ONE, THERE ARE 12 OLYMPIANS FOR GODS SHAKE AND THEY'RE ALL FAMILY, WHY ISN'T ANYONE WRITING A FAMILY FIC????(not with good parents, cuz Zeus sucks objectively, but with the sibling gods bonding like come on)

I was planing on writing one myself but it's not exactly based on that, I have a whole ass story in mind that I want to develop 💀

E well I might put sibling shenanigans as a B plot 👻

Btw I have a very scrappy draft of that fic, if anyone wants to see it lemme know cuz I don't have the courage to post it on my own😜

[penn-dragon]

Hey, on the topic of my own fic writing, I’ve got a question for my followers/fic readers.

I have a tendency to never post any of my writing, because my various unmedicated (I’m working on it) neurodivergences and mental illnesses make it very hard for me to ever finish pieces, and I feel really bad about starting a fic that someone could be really into and then potentially never finishing it when my brain suddenly decides I’m not allowed to write any more of it. So a long time ago I made it a rule for myself that I never post anything until it’s 100% finished, even if I have like multiple chapter that are perfectly ready to be published. Which ultimately leads to me never posting anything and sitting on a hoard of writing that only myself and select friends ever see.

So my question is, it more upsetting to read part of a story that might never get finished? Or to know that there’s writing out there that you don’t get to read just because it’s not finished?

[moldygreenblue]

my speculative fanfic of how sally encountered 'it' that she talks about in the happy haunting to boo and yours storybook record + how sally deals with 'it' (because you can't tell me that sally only had one encounter with 'it'):

it had started like like every day before today. it should had ended like every day after. it should have been another end of a beautiful day in home.

sally keeps quiet as she looks out her window. sally just came back to her house, after walking julie home. julie insisted she's fine by herself, but sally persisted. sally doesn't regret it, but sally knows that it knows. and it no doubt is angry. as she looks down from her window, sally sees the nearby bushes rustling. that rustling is not from wind, for sally didn't felt a cool breeze blowing when walking back to her house earlier from julie's. before it was completely dark.

it began at dusk, when the last shred of light from the star that sally can daresay almost rivals her own dazzling light was gone. sally was leaving dear sweet poppy's home late due to a conversation after a wonderful dinner that went longer than planned. when sally left, the leaves of the trees of the forest rustled, the flowers are standing and perky, and crickets chirped.

sally pulls away from the window and closes it. she now has her back against the wall. a part of her hopes that tonight, everything will be different. that tonight will be like all other nights in home like before. sally tells herself this over and over again as she hugs herself tightly, with the ever-growing heavy thuds of it approaching her house.

it only occurred to sally when she was only halfway to her home that she wasn't feeling the cool breeze flowing pass her face, the flowers were wilting -almost dead given their darken colors- and that the cricket chirps all stopped unexpectedly. crickets while quiet in the winter, should be playing their song in the summer.

as the heavy thuds from outside came closer to her house. sally can faintly smell the decay from her close window; the odor is foul and strong to where it can penetrate through solid walls from afar.

it had sally pausing in her steps. the rustling of the leaves in the trees stopped in sync with her. sally hesitatingly took a few steps back before stopping. the rustling began as she walked, and ended as she stopped. sally took one step forward, and heard a snapping noise. sally felt a jolt run up her body, but told herself she stepped on a twig. when she looked down, sally saw she stepped on nothing.

sally soon hears the heavy thuds outside her house. she can now fully smell the putrid odor.

it took sally only a mere second to break out into a sprint.

sally swallows the lump in her throat as the heavy thuds comes to abrupt stop, and the odor quickly vanishes as if it never existed. sally waits for it to make its next move. sally wonders if it will keep lurking outside her house like many other nights, or if it trying to wait for the right moment to climb up her house to her window and break the rules just to get her for taking away its next meal.

it follow, because of course it follows. sally heard the fast-pace thuds following her and the unnatural rustling of the leaves. sally could faintly smell something rotten reaching her nose. sally sprints as fast as her legs can until reaching her house, when an idea struck.

sally drops her hands and closes her eyes. she takes a deep breathe in and out. if it's going to be the latter, sally has to be prepare. if it's the former...well, it has to remember who its dealing with! sally is going to give a reminder to it what she is. who she is still.

'scra-scra-scra.' 'scra-scra-scra.'

sally exhales one more time as it climbs up her house.

"gruc. gruc. gruc."

it was ages ago when sally broke through the atmosphere to the planet she made her current home at. but sally remembered her plan. she planned for everyone to see how bright she shines, in the figurative sense. as one playwright wrote, all the world's a stage, and sally wants the audience to see her brilliance. tonight, sally decided to show her current audience how bright she shines in the literal sense.

sally stood up and opens her eyes. she can soon feel the warmth of her body taking on a physical manifestation of light. sally stands with her arms out open, and she can hear the loud hissing of it, and the heavy thuds of it falling and running back to wherever it came from.

it when expose to light, sally learned, shriveled. the form it took when weaken, from what sally could see from her dazzling brilliance, frightens her. it is a form she wasn't expecting for something otherworldly. it had sally scare and questioning everything she thought she knew of her current home.

sally stays in her position until her legs tremble, and she collapses onto her knees. sally stares down at the floor, and feels her warmth growing colder, and sees her strong light becoming a soft glow. sally stares at her close window.

it was the start of the many nights in home that sally grew to endure and adapt to. in this small, charming little town, there was something lurking among home, no one knowing of it until now.

sally thinks how it's just another end to a beautiful day at home.

[hephaestuscrew]

Heard a vague acquaintance joking yesterday that if a podcast creator didn't want anyone to listen to a particular episode, they could just release it on Christmas Day because no one listens to podcasts on Christmas. I could have absolutely blown his mind if I told him about the two-hour Wolf 359 finale released on December 25th.

[twitterbeefwithneiljosten]

Way too high and reading ao3 so forgive me but I can’t stop imaging a fic where the phone Steve gave Tony just didn’t work for some reason, so after the dust has settled and Tony works up the nerve to communicate like an adult (or is dying and called one last time to confess feelings 👀) he can’t reach Steve and ends up thinking it was some kind of cosmic joke. When in reality it was just a piece of tech he could’ve fixed if he didn’t believe that Steve didn’t care about him

[btwn2lungs]

i keep seeing posts saying “goodbye!” and “this was a lot of fun!” where are you going??? we need to sit in this shit for at least 6 more months!

pull out your art supplies and keyboards because it’s not over yet!

[fitzrove]

todolf iceberg

[sakuhai]

[shikai-the-storyteller]

There are SO many cool interactions and lore things we can look forward to now that Rubius says he'll come back to QSMP (not only as an angel / demon, but potentially as a human too!), but that little detail reminded me of something:

Even though q!Vegetta and q!Rubius were mutually interested in each other wayyyy back in the beginning of the series, as an Angel / Demon, Rubius said he can't have relationships with humans because it's against the rules.

But a bit ago on stream, Rubius said that he's thinking about having a "human" side so he can build and do more things on the server as a regular player. I'm excited because this means he can have more casual interactions with people and we can see him interacting with his friends more (and he can experience The Horrors), but also...

I think we're in for some very interesting drama in the next few weeks.*

* ( Assuming Rubius doesn't get harassed off the server by toxic shippers and weird fans of the Eggs again. Please be nice to Rubius and welcome him back kindly, he's a very cool guy and his character is SO interesting )

[beuatifulbuttercup]

Don't think about how Dryssa would be a big part into Drew's character development. Don't think about how Drew would resent the Hephaestus because of Silena falling for Beckendorf. Don't think about Drew developing feelings for Nyssa after always being paired with her during capture the flag due to Piper and Leo. Don't think about how confused she would be not because Nyssa is a girl, but because she's from cabin 9. Don't think about her finally opening up to Piper explained why she's so conflicted. Don't think about Nyssa having a crush on Drew but thinking it could never work because Drew hates her cabin. Don't think about Nyssa making Drew weapons she can actually use. Don't think about Drew flirting with Nyssa but Nyssa thinking it's in her head because there is just no way. Don't think about them finally getting together.