#the opposite of a fix it fic

[ifvillainwhysexi]

I'm going back to doing stupid shit–

IVE BEEN GIVEN AN IDEA FOR A WRECK-IT RALPH AU ITS 4:15 IN THE MORN9NG AND IM THINKING ABOUT A MEAN FELIX RN

[ao3-crack]

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[bowenoke]

you'd think a timeloop of mouthwashing would go so hard but unfortunately i think to remain true to the source material. the crew member stuck in the time loop WOULD have to be jimmy

[bonesandthebees]

sigh feeling nostalgic for my old fics/the old community these days. I miss it man.

[driedlillies]

Tma AU where Jonah fucked up his ritual when transferring to Elias’ body and still exists but is like. On the backburner unable to control the body. Because he’s a loser. So OG Elias is able to hear everything he thinks but Jonah can’t do anything. And so he learns the evil plan to end the world and immediately decides nope that’s NOT happening.

And since James Wright appointed him as the next Head of the Institute he has full control over everything he destroys every single bit of Jonah’s carefully laid masterplan. And Jonah suffers seeing everything he’s build fall like a house of cards. At the end Elias just goes and kills Jonah — there were concerns that it may also kill him, but he was ready to sacrifice himself — and comes out alive and free from voyeristic georgian men.

Elias establishes something of a truce with Gertrude after explaining the situation and also perhaps maybe telling her that Jonah mentioned one of her assistants is of the Web and what does that mean? Also what are the rituals and why does Jonah keep saying they don’t work unless you— (Gertrude cuts him off before he says it out loud. Walls have ears. You never know who might be listening).

Michael doesn’t die. Neither does Gerry, because after he faints for the third time at the Institute — Elias doesn’t have spooky eldritch eye powers, but he has office gossip, and that’s basically the same thing — Elias personally goes down to the Archives and tells him to go to the fucking doctor dude. Gerry smokes weed with him after a few months and thanks him for potentially saving his life

By the time Gertrude dies, which is post Stranger ritual (not shot by him, but still probably not peacefully, knowing her) Sasha becomes the next Archivist, and her role in the overall world of the Fears — Elias is not an avatar, doesn’t want to be, but has some leftover traits from Jonah’s inhabitance in his body, and knows a lot — is explained before she signs any contract. Also you’re not tied for life, fuck that. There’s a mandatory Entities 101 for every employee, no matter what department they work in; the vast majority of them come here seeking answers for what really ruined their lives, none of them deserve to die because nobody tells them what they’re actually fighting against. Tim — very much alive — goes to the Archives with Sasha, Jon stays in reaserch and eventually becomes Head Researcher. Martin goes to college part time at some point. Life is good

[purge-samauwu]

I just feel like nobody really understands the multitude of ways quick fix/blunt trauma is LITERALLY the perfect opposites attract type sitch.

Medic is an older man, scouts a young adult.

Medic's a doctor, in many interpretations scout hates needles and by correlation doctors.

Medic is a refined insane, Scout's an erratic insane.

Medic's basically a demon, Scout's basically a fucking angel.

Medic has the polite doctor persona but he's a very dark person that enjoys medical malpractice, scout hypes up super macho/toxic parts of himself but he's just an easily flustered little goober man that bashes people's skulls in because money.

Sharp eyes, doe eyes

Triangle shape language, circle shape language

Wolf or dove, rabbit or cheetah

The chill and mellow to the wild and chaotic(this one is interchangeable)

PLEASE feel free to add more.

[thefandomexpert]

i still think, if i had the opportunity to show space marines one (1) piece of old terran media it’d be star wars. you’d have to get past the droids, and the rebellion being the good guys, sure, but think. thousands and thousands of people who have never been spoiled.

can you imagine being in the room for the ‘i am your father’ scene? those odd looking loyalist successor chapters would be Yelling i just know it.

[sleepytownez]

An excruciatingly long slow-burn fanfiction could fix him. (Debatable)

[avelera]

Oh man, what if there IS a time skip for Good Omens S3 and we DO flash forward to Supreme Archangel Aziraphale and Duke of Hell (There Was A Vacancy) Crowley as bitter exes, WHAT IF??

[iguessyouregonnamissthepantyraid]

are you still working on A Group Of Remarkable People?? just asking cause i really really love the character dynamics you were setting up in that one lol

i am!!! in fact here's a little snippet of what i'm working on since i know it's been ages:

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“Do you remember,” Loki finally says, eyes down on his folded hands, “what I told you about your magic when we first got started? Where it comes from?”

Out of the corner of his eye, he can see her frowning at him. “The Infinity Stones,” she says. “The Mind Stone.”

“That’s where it came from,” Loki says, turning a bit to properly look at her. “Where does it come from now?”

He sees when it dawns on her what he’s really asking, and she nods, tapping herself in the sternum.

Loki nods, too. “Your magic is deeply rooted in emotion,” he tells her for what certainly isn’t the first time. “That makes it powerful. It can make it quite dangerous, as well, without proper control. I know you know that already, but as the person who’s been instructing you these past few weeks, it seems it would be irresponsible of me not to remind you anyway, before we embark on a mission as important as this one.”

“I can control it,” she reminds him.

“So you’ve shown me,” Loki says, offering a half-smile that she… sort of returns. It doesn’t reach her eyes. His probably doesn’t reach his eyes either, but nonetheless that feeling tugs at him again, and a voice prods at the back of his mind, a voice that isn’t his own—Thor’s, maybe—yelling at him to do something, Loki, say something.

For God’s sake, at least tell her to be careful.

It’s not that he thinks she’s careless, but… well, no, actually, a part of him does truly believe she is, or at least that she can be, and is primed to be, given everything she’s lost—and all that will very likely remain lost, this whole mission be damned. It’s all too easy to imagine that she’ll toss her life away at the slightest provocation. It’s all too easy to look at her now and see a bit of himself, a not so long ago version of himself that Wilson, Barnes, and Hope Van Dyne are destined to meet by the day’s end.

He clears his throat.

When his voice finally decides to come to him, it says, “We’ll be resuming our training when this is all over. Don’t expect me to go easy on you just because you’ve helped save the universe.”

It’s not what he means to say.

It does finally provoke the smallest of real smiles from her, though, so it’ll have to do. In her native tongue, she says, “Don’t expect me to go easy on you, either.”

[bidean-byedean]

rewatched Eddie Begins and got fixated on what if Eddie did die in the well that day and I started writing it but then was immediately sobbing so here’s the stream of consciousness version;

he never found a way out, but he stays with Buck. he stays with Buck for years, making snarky comments and giving him advice on calls and talking him off ledges when he spirals. Buck’s life becomes so small, everything shrinks away except Eddie’s ghost, he can’t tell anyone about him, obviously, and he knows it’s wrong, he knows it’s fucked but why would he give Eddie up? How could he give Eddie up? He needs Eddie, they were never meant to live apart, there isn’t a universe where that makes any sense. So he lives in Eddie’s house and raises Eddie’s kid and follows Eddie’s plan and Eddie has been dead for years but no one else can touch Buck. he dates girls that Eddie would’ve dated but it’s impossible to have a serious relationship when you’re already committed to your best friend’s ghost and they all think they can make him better and he doesn’t want to get better. There is no better…

At first there is some distance, he gets dates mostly alone but at some point eddie is just always there. More constant than Buck’s shadow, his inner voice manifested. And at first Eddie leaves when he has sex, looks away when his grief lifts enough and touches himself again, but then one day he watches him fuck someone. the first time he’s silent, then he talks, he gives pointers, helps Buck up his game, and then he moans. then he sits on the bed. then he sits next to Buck. then he touches Buck. it’s so good and he’s not fucking real, he’s dead, and Buck tries to get rid of him then because he realises how insane he is and how unsustainable this is. Maybe it works for a bit, he gets a few months of silence, he tries to learn how to be just Buck again and it’s weird and uncomfortable but he does it! It feels good!

but Eddie comes back, pick an emergency or a spiral, and Buck just needs him so he’s there because that’s how this works. it gets unhinged so fast, his whole life is eddieeddieeddie and it’s so much, it’s too much, he wants it to end and it can’t end because if it ends then he’ll end too. maybe that’s for the best but he can’t because he has Chris and maddie and Bobby and the rest of the 118 and all the people that he saves by staying alive, so he trudges through the mud, gasping for air, hoping someone will see him, that someone will just fucking pull him out of the well because he never left. Neither of them ever left, even though Eddie is rotting under six feet of earth and Buck is walking around LA, but they’re both in that fucking well and he’s been drowning for years.

and then Buck dies. We get the comaverse except Eddie is there, he’s quiet and he lets Buck do his thing for a while but eventually we get to Eddie because he’s the thing holding Buck back. they talk about it, how Buck died that day too, how he’s a walking corpse, how his life is a hollow imitation of something he once dreamt about, how he might as well just go full crazy dig Eddie up and prop him up at the dining table because he’s basically there. they talk about how it’s hurting Christopher and the 118, how Buck’s grief is like a snare, like a land mine, like a sinkhole, like a tsunami, like a never-ending well into the dark, cold water. and Eddie gives him an ultimatum: stay with him now or let him go. and Buck’s heart breaks so loudly across his face and the clock is running out and we’re screaming at the TV because how do you make this choice? Never see Eddie’s face again? Never hear his voice? Never know what he’s thinks about the girl in the coffee shop or the point of entry on a rope rescue or which college Christopher should go to or- and Buck kisses him for the first time. it’s beautiful. it’s everything a first kiss should be and Buck could kiss him forever and he sees the other timelines, the right timelines where Eddie didn’t die and Buck kisses him in the hospital, or after Chris leaves for summer camp or after Abby blows through town and opens all his old wounds, or one of the million other times he should’ve kissed him in the show as we know it now, but they’re not real and this isn’t real and Buck is flatlining and running out of time, and he needs to breathe for the first time since Eddie drowned. so he does.

It’s lonely without Eddie, it always was, it always would be but the space that his ghost took up is slowly filled by real, living people, people who love Buck, who can touch him, who can make him feel like his body is his own again. he becomes a person again and he sells the house and buys something else that him and Chris choose together because they are alive and Eddie’s not and Shannon’s not and it’s fucking awful but they are alive, so they choose the house. After years of winter, Buck blooms again. he still follows Chim into the helicopter to save Bobby, he still turns up at harbour for a tour, but there’s no Eddie to compete with so things happen a little differently; maybe he takes those flying lessons instead or Muay Thai because it always made Eddie laugh when he tried to teach him so maybe it would be fun again. and they fall in love slowly and all at once, and Buck wishes he could freak out to Eddie, tell him all the crazy feelings rushing around his body and how it makes so much sense, and how being in love with Eddie wasn’t a weird grief reaction. and yeah, the sudden realisation that he was actually in love with Eddie is a new knife in his side, that he missed his chance to spend his life with Eddie as more than his best friend, and he didn’t even know. so he tells tommy about Eddie, about how he hated him at first and how they bonded and their camaraderie and becoming Chris’ second dad and their friendship and tommy lets him. he doesn’t talk about the day eddie died, not for a long time, not until him and tommy have said I love you so many times it becomes routine and suddenly Tommy’s in a helicopter that’s going down and he’s screaming mayday over the lafd radio and no one can do anything but listen, and he doesn’t die. he doesn’t die. So buck proposes, says I can’t let this happen again, I can’t lose the love of my life again without him knowing what he means, and before they get married Buck tells him about the well and the holding his cold lifeless hand in the ambulance and talking to him like he was just sleeping and the funeral and the first time eddie popped up and just how bad it all got and the coma dream and tommy doesn’t run. they love each other, they say their vows, they make room for Buck’s grief, but they also build a life, they keep him above water for a long, eventful life filled with love because that what Buck deserves.

[sighonaraa]

can u give me a 🍎 from ur S3 fic?? i’m so excited to read it

of course of course!! considering it's been, like. approximately five million years since i last talked about this fic, a reminder that i decided to task myself with doing a season 3 rewrite for no reason other than i have a lot of Big Emotions about it. here's a bit - basically the only bit i've written unfortunately - from the amsterdam chapter(s)!

They’ve been biking through the narrow streets of Amsterdam for almost two hours before Roy speaks again. Jamie’s entire body tenses at that first, sharp intake of breath, some buried part of him convinced that whatever’s about to follow is something he’ll need to run from before it has a chance to catch him. But what Roy says surprises him enough that he almost loses control of the bike, fingers twitching hard around the handlebars, badly enough that the front wheel jerks a bit to the side. He rights it in time to process the words through the rush of blood in his ears. “This was fucking…nice.” Roy’s staring straight ahead; either to keep from falling, or to keep from having to meet Jamie’s eyes as he experiences an emotion, Jamie ain’t sure which. Probably both. “Thank you. For…for teaching me. I think—” He hisses a second breath out through his teeth, razor-sharp and whistled. “I think Granddad would’ve been proud.”

[tariah23]

keep going about goiji if you want, I love that ship!! It's like if your love interest was a god AND your really annoying capricious boss it's so fun ❤️

I looked up their their horoscope to check Goiji’s compatibility for the first time and it’s so ugly akkaaka

[1tsjusty0u]

writinf stuff for botw is so infinitely harder than for ace attorney. why do they do this to me. to suffer?

[too-many-blorbos]

Anti fix-it fic. Ruin the happy ending. Take a bad situation and make it worse. No joy, only suffering.

[sourcetwo]

the last three paragraphs of epistle 3