#pulp fiction fanfic

[anonybaby]

Alrighty all, we’ve finally reached the end of my Rody/Rheigns? journey. It’s been a challenge, but an equal delight and I seriously cannot thank you all enough for your interest and support.

Submission’s Epilogue & Renegade’s Final Chapter are now up. Happy SNME ❤️

[jackalope-with-a-pen]

guess who forgot about this blog again? 🙈

anyway I finally have a fic on my ao3 now...

it is not any of the fics I've been working on and talking about here, lmao, it's something else:

PULP MUSICALS FIC, BABEY!!!!

here's a summary that my friend @snarky-wallflower helped me come up with:

Benjamin usually thinks of the Stratfords and their stories whenever he sees the moon. ... It’s only now, standing in a brick room with Margaret in his arms and looking out at that odd rock—closer than ever and still so far away—that he suddenly becomes fully aware of just how much space Margaret has started to occupy in his mind. These last few weeks, he hasn’t been able to catch even a brief glance at the moon without thinking of her, too, and wondering if she would be watching it that night, if she’d get her answers this time.

OR

In those final hours aboard the brick satellite, Benjamin Park makes amends and falls into the orbit of Samuel Stratford and Margaret Cavendish, fast and bright. (aka, a Benjamin Comes Along AU with a twist!)

[laurielisboa-art]

Chanel and Crocodile🌹🐊

Inspired by the dance scene from Pulp Fiction, I love Vincent and Mia's interactions, even though they are few. I did it in a more cartoonish style, I thought it would be funnier.

[kraymerman]

Murder Drones: "What was that final part Uzi needed for her rail gun?"

"CHAPTER 1: CEREBRAL PROCESSOR & PHOTON CORE

Although the standard 2.3.7 model worker drone is made up of many, complicated mechanisms working in tandem to perform JCJ perfection (all of which will be discussed by the end of this manual), it's best to start at the foundation and work our way up. The drone's foundations, its 'organs', are made up of two essential components: the cerebral processor and the photon core.

THE CEREBRAL PROCESSOR

The cerebral processor is the drone's equivalent of a brain. It is stored in the head and is responsible for generating all the knowledge that makes the JCJenson worker drone a JCJenson worker drone. The wd.OS, its superior problem-solving skills, its near-sentient imitation of 'having opinions', its internet connection, its all stored there, right behind its emotional display visor, so as to minimize the time between calculation and expression. The disconnect of the head, and thus the cerebral processor, from the rest of the worker drone's chassis will result in an immediate FATAL ERROR. If your worker drone is experiencing one or more of the following symptoms, there may be something wrong with its cerebral processor:

[...]

If you have any problems with your drone's cerebral processor, please contact your nearest certified JCJenson technician.

THE PHOTON CORE

In order to support the superior performance of the JCJ worker drone, each drone is powered by a 1/2 megawatt photon battery, stored in the drone's ribcage alongside its primary and supplementary oil stores, like a heart. The photon core glows a bright neon green and is cylindrical, large enough to fit in your hand. If the photon core is disconnected from the worker drone at any point, the drone will suffer an immediate FATAL ERROR. Because of this, and because of how sensitive the battery itself is (power is generated through minor photon convergence), it is highly advised to never touch your worker drone's photon core under any circumstance, despite the method of measurement used earlier in this section. If your worker drone is experiencing one or more of the following symptoms, there may be something wrong with its photon core:

[...]

If you have any problems with your drone's photon core, order your drone to lie flat on the ground facing up and shut itself off, then completely evacuate the immediate premises and immediately contact your nearest certified JCJenson technician. An unstable photon core can very easily result in detonation. JCJenson is not responsible for any injury or death caused by your failure to follow these simple steps. Thank you :)"

- Excerpt from Your JCJenson Worker Drone and You!: Worker Drone Model 2.3.7 User Manual

"After gaining access to the Zombie Drone's admin permissions, the Absolute Solver will begin redirecting material away from the repair of the host's outer chassis into the construction of an additional, shell-like processor around the host's photon core, complete with its own miniature oil stores, display visor, and 3 protruding, pointed, claw-like legs.

After the core processor is completed, the Absolute Solver will move all necessary data previously stored in the host's cerebral processor, including itself, the wd.OS, and the host's consciousness, into it, rendering the cerebral processor redundant and eliminating its requirement for the host to function (disconnection of the cerebral processor will no longer result in the drone's immediate FATAL ERROR).

After the transfer is complete, an additional protective layer is generated around the photon core, this one of pink, sinue-y flesh (genetic testing by Dr. Lejeune and her team confirms that this flesh, perhaps unsurprisingly, shares DNA with both Mr. Jenson and Entity 2-22*). The evidence gathered by Dr. Jenson prior to Contact Point Zero with Entity 2-22 implies that this flesh is CATCH material."

(* Entity 2-22's DNA signature was confirmed by a sample taken from the Champion's Idol during initial testing (07/03/2803). It was left after a physical interaction between the Champion and Entity 2-22, thought to have taken place during week 7 of Incident 373.)

- Excerpt from Absolute Solver Observational Tests - Internal Report 02/15/2805, Dr. Samuel Monroe (Research Assistant Sarah Duffy)

[reservoirreputation]

EXACTLY 10K!!!!!!!! 🥳

[theogygiaisland]

It's my birthday and to come into the ripe back-aching age of 28 I just binged watch two Quentin Tarantino films. Just wanted to say that if he could do the movies he does, you can certainly publish that fanfic no matter how badly you think you've written it

[pandaimitator]

There's no point to posting this because I've been shadow banned and no one will see it anyhow. Ban has been lifted, woohoo! I'm just so pleased at having managed to finish this week's chapter on time, despite writer's block, and having derailed with a couple of one shots.

The image above was the inspiration for Jane's outfit as the Greystokes and Tenningtons tour the lake district (and end up in a pulpy adventure consisting of absolutely no lions) and the story can be found here

[absoluterazr]

Every Assassin has a past.

Contract (series) feat. cast of Dead or Alive.

[ihatetheinternetandeveryoneonit]

The Maul Situation

cw: mentions of blood and gore, and the dark brotherhood and Maven Black Briar are assholes, big shocker. But also OOC

The sun danced over the Velothi mountain peaks and the birds trilled through the aspens, and the sights and sounds and crisp air settled through the open windows of the sitting room. Veezara and his new recruit, soaked in the brains and other juices of of an unfortunate Argonian, soaked it all in. The Blackbriar mead was a welcome reprieve from their early morning escapades, especially in the luxurious home of its namesake.

"Mmm! Divines, Maven," Veezara wore a wide smile. "This is some serious gourmet shit. Me and my friend would have been satisfied with a tepid Honningbrew, but you go and spring this fucking gourmet shit on us! What is this flavor, do I detect juniper berries?"

"Knock it off, Veezara." Maven Blackbriar folded her arms, still in her nightgown.

"What?"

"I don't need you to tell me how fucking good my mead is. I'm the one who makes it, I know how good it is. When Maul goes shopping, he buys shit. I make the gourmet expensive stuff 'cause when I drink it, I wanna taste it. But you wanna know what's on my mind right now? It isn't the mead in my cellar, it's the dead lizard in my stable."

"Oh, Maven, don't even worry ab--" Veezara held up a hand. His companion's eyes darted between him and Maven, tankard frozen on their lips.

"No, no, no, no. I'm talking." Maven scowled. "Now let me ask you a question, Veezara. When you came pulling in here, did you notice a sign out front that said 'dead lizard storage?'"

"Maven, you know I didn't--" Veezara put his smile and a friendly shrug back on gingerly.

"Did you notice a sign that said 'Dead Liard Storage??'" Maven's voice rose.

Veezara sighed. "No. No I didn't."

"You know why you didn't see that sign?" Maven moved her hands to her hips.

"Why?" Veezara's eyes were to the floor, playing along.

"Because IT'S NOT THERE BECAUSE STORING DEAD LIZARDS AIN'T MY FUCKING BUSINESS! THAT'S WHY!"

"Well, Maven!" Veezara looked up and held up a hand. "We're not going to store it or any--"

"No-no-no-no!" Maven held up a finger. "Don't you fucking realize that if Maul comes home and finds a dead body in his house, he's gonna fucking leave me? No counselor from the temple of Mara, no trial separation, fucking gone. And I don't want to find a new right-hand man! Just…fuck, I want to help you out, Veezara, I really do. But I'm not going to lose Maul doing it.

"Maven, Maven, he's not going to leave--"

"DON'T FUCKING 'MAVEN' ME, VEEZARA! There's nothing you're gonna say that's going to make me forget that I love--" she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Now look, he's going to get back from leaning against Aerin's house in an hour and a half. You got to speak to the Night Mother or Sithis or whatever for help? Well then do it! And then get the fuck out of my house!"

"Good, well, we don't want to fuck your shit up." Veezara summoned his smile back once more. All we're going to do is call our people to bring us in."

"You're fucking my shit up right now!" Maven spat. "Just do me this favor, get your shit done, and get out of here!" Maven marched out of the sitting room. Veezara's companion stared at him, tankard now emptied. Veezara sighed, chugged the last of his own mead and wiped his mouth. "Let's get to it."

[fosliie]

It is time to actually explain that one vague Sam and Max au! Calling it

Take me out Noir au

first off, you have to know, this au is essentially a hypothetical fanfic Sam and Max write together with their “totally not me” ocs. I feel like they’d be the kinda guys to write self fulfilling fanficfion (they’re terrible at it)

The gist is that it is a gritty noir detective drama starring Samantha and Maxine, their fem counterparts. It’s the same vibes as a noir detective pulp fiction novel in the 1950’s, so VIOLENCE!! DRAMA!! TENSION!!!

With a disheveled detective and her ex-partner turned performer/singer (with connections to the mafia..?), they often cross paths and usually end up fighting, reminiscing longingly, or a mixture of the both

[emotionalhottiee]

Jealous

Authors Note; this oneshot is just a random idea i had. Hopefully you enjoy it.

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise stated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events in this fanfic are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner.

Warning: 18+ (This content includes explicit material).

You been getting touchy feely with another man, just to make Roman jealous and he makes you pay for it.

I could feel the eyes burning a whole through my body. He was staring me down from the other side of the restaurant. But did i care? Nope. He could stare all he wants, he’s not gonna keep me from moving on. I don’t even know how he found me here. But i was enjoying the company of my date.

Usually i wouldn’t go out with a man i had just met. I mean im not even single. After i saw him receiving some inappropriate pictures from some random woman on instagram. I just wanted to get even with him a little bit. So here i am sitting at a bar, with a man i just met.

Conversations were flowing between me & my date. But i couldn’t ignore the death stare. I tried to keep my date from figuring out, that was my boyfriend was staring us down. More so him than me. Knowing Roman the way i do. His knuckles are probably white as snow, wishing he could beat my date to a bloody pulp. But i was praying he didn’t tear this restaurant apart, due to his wrathful jealousy. The center of my legs were throbbing thinking about how Roman is going to fuck the shit out of me, once i leave this date. His large 6’3 muscled frame hovering over me, while pounding me into obscurity.

Snapping out of my thoughts. I was watching my date pay the tab. Gathering our things. We just made small talk as he walked me to my car. But not before making one final glance at a fuming Roman. His lips curled up into a mean snarl. I giggled to myself before exiting the restaurant. I said my goodbyes to my date, making plans to see each other again. Even tho honestly i knew i wasn’t going to be seeing him again. I know Roman will make his way over to my house, and I’ll end up under him as usual.

Some time later…

I was showered up and had lotioned my body down. Putting on my sexiest lingerie, knowing Roman would be popping up at any minute. I wanted to hide my excitement for him coming, because if i didn’t he would become even cockier than he usually is.

*Knocking at the Door*

“He’s here” i exhaled slowly before stopping by the mirror just to make sure i looked good. I quickly peeped through my front door hole just to make sure it was in fact Roman. After confirming it was him , i opened the door leaving room for him to come in. The heat coming off of his body could create a fire between us. He was pissed! I tried to hide the smirk that wanted to form on my face. But i couldn’t hide it quick enough, he caught me.

He closed the door and locked it. “I’m glad you think this is funny”, he murmured through his clenched jaw. “What are you so mad for” i responded trying to back out from being underneath his towering frame.

“You thought it was a good idea to ignore my text and calls, so you could go out and get drinks with some scrawny loser” he exclaimed. His eyes piercing into my soul. “Well i wouldn’t have to go out on dates, if you weren’t entertains bitches in your dms” i retorted back. “I told you i don’t even know that woman, or why she would send me a message like that. I’m not interested in her or anybody else”. He spoke a little softer this time. I looked up at him, believing every word he said. Maybe i was being a bit overdramatic but i just get a little jealous, when it comes to Roman. “You’re right, i just flipped out when i saw someone else’s vagina”. Being my hand up to caress his sharp jaw.

“I hope you know you’re in trouble, for being a bad girl baby” he stated using his big strong hands to whisk me up in the air. I wrapped my legs around his waist as his lips covered mine, before he parted them with his tongue. I panted against his lips while still engaging in such a sensual kiss. My hands found their way to the bun he had slicked back, gently pulling it out so that his long tresses of curly hair was flowing down his back. I ran my fingers through his hair as he walked us to my bedroom.

Making his way over to the bed. He laid me down on it while hovering over it. I missed this so much. I’m glad Roman is a man that can put up with my bratty attitude. I just am sensitive when it comes to him. Sensing me spaced out he looked at me with concern in his eyes. “What’s wrong pretty girl” he asked while rubbing his hands up and down my thighs. “I am sorry for going on a date, trying to make you jealous” i confessed genuinely. “Mhmm you didn’t have to tried hard to make me jealous, the thought of you with another man, makes me go insane. Besides i knew the little game you were playing baby girl. But i told you, im not out here cheating… this dick belongs to you and you only”. I let out a small chuckle knowing he would be understanding.

He placed a kiss on my forward, in an effort to reassure me he meant every word he said. Then he placed a trail of kisses from my forehead to my neck, running his tongue along my neck. He hands made their way to my panties, rubbing his long finger over my the fabric that covered my throbbing vagina. Still kissing my neck while doing so. I felt a slight yank as he ripped my panties off of my body and tossed the torn fabric over his shoulder. Before he went back to rubbing my pussy. Finally inserting his middle finger in me. I let out a small moan while gripping the bed sheets ever so tightly.

He worked his finger at a steady pace, moving his head from my neck up to my face. Kissing me more hungrier than before. “Hmmm you’re so wet baby” he groaned in between the sloppy kisses.

He took finger out to replace to with his mouth. Lowering himself down to my vagina. Placing a kiss to her before going to work. Eating me up like i was his last meal. “You taste so good baby” his deep voice let out sending my body into a frenzy. He continued to lick my sensitive clit rubbing my small opening with his thumb, until my body started shaking, signaling i was about to cum. He moved away his thumb and bought his hands up to my waist placing a firm grip on me, to keep me from running. He wrapped his whole mouth over me, flicking his tongue up and down while my body was shaking. “ cum in my mouth baby girl” he moaned against my pussy, sending me over the edge. My body shaked out my orgasm as he kept making out with my pussy. Making sure he didn’t leave a drop behind.

He came back up to me kissing me passionately, but with so much force. He pulled from the kiss to remove his article of clothing, pulling out his long girthy member. He climbed back on the bed, laying on his back “come here baby girl” he let out in husky tone “. Following his instructions i got down to his pelvis grabbing his hard dick, before patting it on my lips. i kissed his pink tip before stuffing the head of his dick into my mouth. Bobbing my head up and down on his lengthy shaft. I looked up and saw Roman trying so hard not to let his eyes roll back into his head. He’s so stubborn! Ignoring him trying to be mr macho man, i continued pleasing him with my mouth while my hands caressed his enlarged but sensitive balls. Feeling him buck his hips so that pushing his dick to the back of my throat. I started running my hands up and down his member to push him to his climax. Feeling his warm fluid fill out my mouth i slowed down my hand gestures to help him finish. Before swallowing his seeds.

I stuck my tongue out showing him there wasn’t anything left on it. Feeling proud of himself his kissed away any possible trace of him left on my lips. “bend that ass over for me” he grunted as he assisted me into the doggy position. Leaning forward on my elbows so that my ass was a high in the air as possible. I felt him rubbing his dick along my entrance, before sliding it in me. I let a gasp feeling him go deeper until he was all the way inside no room left. He placed his big strong hands on the small of my back, and picked up his pace thrusting harder and harder with each stroke. As if he was trying to beat up my cervix.

“That’s a good girl, you look so pretty taking all of daddy’s dick right now” he grunted moving my hair to the side so he could see my face completely. Putting his hand back on my back. He kept his pace until he felt my walls clenching around him.

“Cum on my dick pretty baby” he stated barely above a whisper. Unable to hold out any longer i released all over his dick. Feeling him twitch inside of me. I knew he was cumming right behind me. He let out a string of groans before i felt his warm cum filling me up inside. Giving me a few more strokes before pulling out of me.

He pulled me in closer him and my head rested against his chest tracing my fingers along his traditional Samoan tribal tattoos. Placing a slightly sloppy kiss on my lips, before telling him with his voice soft. “You don’t have anything to be jealous of, you are my one & only”. Placing another kiss, this time on my forehead. Before we feel into a peaceful slumber.

[megamagica1234]

So, i find myself fanficly conflicted

On FFN i received a guest review asking about one of two fanfics i took down. Both relating to wicked

There was a trend in the 2010s, not sure if its gone away or not, that was interview with the characters fics. Mine was cartoony, honestly kinda cringey, mixed with “well i was definitely young and on the fun puberty hormones writing some of this”

I took it down when i took down my other wicked fic. Because some of the references i made tied into it. I still have them both, backed up to the same word doc.

The proper fic i kinda dropped off of, and looking at it one day realized i kinda lost the plot for and whereever the plot was going it most certainly wasnt in a direction i would go now. Helps that im not entirely sure what direction i was actually going with it either. Hadnt adopted my, start with an ending, write the beginning, everything else is plot based filler method.

And when i say lost the plot, was reading through it again and basically *john travolta pulp fiction meme here*

Now i have always intended to rewrite the proper fic but im in two minds about what to do with the interview fic. Part of me wants to start it back up again, basically reboot it, like chapter one could be introduction and the entire original interview fic basically replayed as an introduction. Would basically make the first chapter, i think 10k words from the word go

Another part of me wants to reboot it the same way but make it a crossover with my current fic series. As ive dubbed it, legends of oz: the chaos saga. Like ive got the opening in mind that works for both, doing a bit of a comedic retro thing.

Write two sets of characters, have more fun with it just because the worlds of wicked and legends of oz Dorothy’s return are vastly different. Could be a nice compare and contrast to write the separate version of each characters mindsets. Plus one or more ocs to throw the occasional spanner in the works.

As im writing this, ive come up with an interesting third option, do both, reboot it like a seasonal show. Season one, the wicked character interview reboot, season two the crossover



[jackalope-with-a-pen]

Keys To The Press And Keys To The Door

When he had accepted this new position as editor, he knew it would mean more work and more stress in addition to the meager increase in his salary. However, he has to admit he hadn’t anticipated this much extra work. Or extra stress. It’s fine, though—he can handle it, even if he’s suddenly short a reporter. He is handling it! He’s learning and adjusting. He’ll prove himself to his boss and his coworkers, show them that his age doesn’t matter. Because it doesn’t. He may only be twenty-two years old, but he will be just as capable an editor as the man he replaced. That being said, this job would be a little easier to bear if he had something to look forward to when the work was finally done, something to lift his spirits at the end of a long day. OR As the newly promoted editor of the Sun, Benjamin Park is stressed and lonely, but he might have the perfect solution to both his problems. (This is part one of my Benjamin Comes Along + Radiant Sunsets AU!)

[fractualized]

WIP meme

Rules: Make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous and tag other people. People can ask about the title(s) that most intrigues them!

@distort-opia Fine, I'll expose the stupid number of WIPs I'd like to get to one day after the mpreg fic. 😭

I did talk about the starred (*) ones already for a previous WIP meme. (Nice to see some on the old list are real fanfic boys now!) The current list is still mostly batjokes but uhhhh the first two are obvious tells that I have some other stuff on my mind.

Jeevesjokes

Short jeevesjokes

V.2 UC Joker

Top Joker

Telltale- no party/Arkham attack

Random ideas

Project JW

Pulp Fiction homage

Dark telltale 2*

Grudge Match sequel

Under Control

batcatjokes

knife companion

Midnight Run Sequel Notes

Sad amnesiac fic

Dark Telltale 3

Twiddler 4

Victimology

joker passed around

Deadly Duo

Dark Timeline- revised

A Good Day for Joker (working title)

No capes chem AU

Dating Denial

interrogation rules*

Bruce Octopus*

Conservatorship

NUGB-1

strip-search

Inter-Universe

Henchman

Tagging @battybrownboo, @batsyx, and @darkpurpledawn, if they'd like to participate.

[reservoirreputation]

I'm almost at 10k AO3 hits, come ask me about the stuff I've written (or even about my WIPs...)

[spineless-lobster]

what books would the ghosts read do you think?

Robin: Astrophysics textbooks, literally no one else knows what he’s actually reading but he understands it completely

Humphrey: Definitely history books, I think he’d be very interested in art history and perhaps also french history (Sophie <333)

Mary: Picture books!!! She cannot read but that will never stop her!!!

Kitty: The wildest, dirtiest, most fucknasty gay smut ever published. And she giggles profusely the whole time (also she reads fanfic of her favourite shows because I said so)

Thomas: His own poetry, he just recites it to himself. He might other poets but that is only to criticize them. Though I think he’d indulge in some Jane Austen

Fanny: Risqué victorian novels, showing ankles and so on. But I think she’d also explore various educational subjects to expand her knowledge and I love that for her

The Captain: All the books about war strategy, tanks, birds, insects, etc. except for the one time he stumbled across one of kitty’s books (he wasn’t the same for the next week)

Pat: I think he’d enjoy a lot of fantasy like Lord of the Rings, but he also collects a lot of ghost/campfire story books (scary stories to tell in the dark <333)

Julian: Reading is for nerds, but if he had to it would be some sort of pulp fiction, if only for the covers alone lol