#this is about my fic series on ao3

[multifandomforthemostpart]

timothy hammer is simply someone that is so funny to me. imagine being sent by your father to infiltrate a rival company only to get caught out by the bamf!heir, peter parker-stark, who is younger than you then he decides that you need to be best friends (mostly to piss off your dad)

at one point you think you might be engaged. this all results in you getting a role in the company your dad has tried endlessly to estrange you from. then the guy who SHOULD hate you for infiltrating his literal company (also possibly your fiancé?) tries to set you up with someone.

except the guy you’re being set up with is a literal prince of england. you get married. peter is your best man and he micromanages everything. tony stark walks you down the aisle. your dad doesn’t come to the wedding. you don’t know how life has gone this way and it is WILD.

[somewhereincairparavel]

Percy this. Percy that. It was always about Percy Jackson. All the fucking time. 

It was always about the Hero of Olympus, the one who defeated Kronos and led the battle of Manhattan, the one who was offered immortality by the king of the gods himself, the one who restored glory to Rome by returning the golden eagle, the one who became praetor of the Roman camp in 2 weeks with limited training. 

His Roman camp. Jason Grace's Roman camp.

Percy Jackson had pulled off everything in 2 weeks that Jason Grace wasn't able to accomplish despite dedicating his whole life for duty. 11 years of blood, sweat and tears, simply gone down the drain.

Jason had failed his camp. He had failed his home. Turns out, he wasn't as great as the people of Rome had once preached about him. It was obvious considering the less than warm welcome he had gotten from his so-called “home”. 

He received no hugs, no cheers, no “we missed you jason!”, no “I was so worried about you!” or even a single pat on the arm by his “friend” Dakota. Dakota and Gwendolyn hadn't even spared a glance at him.

Nothing. Instead, this new Jackson boy was held up to worship like a god amongst the people who once considered Jason a “hero”.

Jason laughed bitterly. Was it selfish of him to be disappointed with Reyna? With a pang, he got to know that Reyna hadn't sent a single search party out to look for her “best friend”. Not like Annabeth did for Percy, not like Thalia did for Percy.

With a pang, he got to know that the whole camp basically deemed him as ‘dead’ and Reyna hadn't even set up a memorial of remembrance for him. The camp had simply moved on with their new hero. Without a single shred of thought for Jason Grace. 

The forgotten Hero. The lost hero. Jason Grace.

These thoughts of doubt gnawed on Jason's mind, slowly eating him up ever since he'd first seen Percy Jackson in those damned praetor togas that once belonged to him. 

He didn't dislike the boy, of course not, it wasn't Percy's fault that Hera wiped their memories or switched camps.

 But it was hard for Jason to not resent him, or feel even the tiniest amount of envy, knowing that Reyna willingly replaced him with Jackson. Very quickly too, at that. He overheard Octavian blabbing to his lackeys about how Reyna “was head over heels for Percy almost immediately” 

“I guess that's it. Maybe I am someone who is easy to replace.” Jason thought, his eyes pricking as he looked over from the flying ship, at the place he once used to call home. 

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Jason watched remorsefully as Thalia, Grover, Percy and Annabeth were all gathered at the table in camp half blood, cracking jokes about dam french fries or whatever that meant.

Thalia caught Jason's eyes, staring at all of them from a distance. She smiled softly, and gave him a tiny wave. He weaved his lips into something that was meant to look like a wry smile, but it came out as a slight grimace, as he waved back.

Thalia was so close to Jason, yet so far away.

He knew she loved him, but it felt different. And an annoying, nagging part of Jason had known that Thalia would never be as close to him as she was to Annabeth or Percy. 

Ironic isn't it? Jason and Thalia were always connected since they came from the same womb, yet she was closer to Annabeth, a girl she'd found after she had run away from the same woman that had given Jason to the wolves. The same woman who had turned his life upside down by abandoning him. 

Thalia had found Annabeth right after she thought she had lost Jason. In a strangely ironic way, Jason felt like he'd been replaced all over again.

Thalia had replaced Jason as a younger sibling with Annabeth without even realizing it, all of this took place mere months after a baby Jason was considered to be dead. This situation had strangely reminded him of Camp Jupiter, how he was replaced by Percy right after Jason was considered “dead” by Camp Jupiter.

This made Jason reach the possibility that if he were indeed “dead”, he wouldn't be missed. People wouldn't bat an eyelash. Since there was always someone better than him. Someone like Percy Jackson, who could easily fill the void Jason would leave behind.

His eyes watered, as he looked at how much fun his sister had with his friends. Knowing full well, that he'd never be able to do the same.

Jason felt ashamed that he had to ask Percy about Thalia’s likes and dislikes, he was thalia’s brother. He was supposed to know.

Jason watched as Thalia quickly hugged the trio, as she left their table to leave with the hunters, not even realizing that there was one person whom she forgot to hug.

Don't take it personally. Don't take it personally. She just forgot. She doesn't hate you. She just forgot. She doesn't prefer Percy over you. She's in a hurry. That's why she forgot. Jason repeated that like a mantra, the only person he was trying to convince was himself.

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“And he rejected immortality!- oh you should've seen Zeus' face!” Annabeth exclaimed to Hazel excitedly, as Percy was blushing at the compliment fountain being poured at him by Hazel and Annabeth.

Jason had always been fascinated by that story, the almighty Percy Jackson getting offered to become a god, by Zeus.

His father. Jason's father, Zeus. 

Jason felt stupid and guilty for getting envious, it's not the fact that Percy had been offered immortality, no. Jason couldn't care less about being immortal. It was the person who offered Percy invincibility that bothered Jason so much. 

Jason knew that even if he went to the ends of the world to accomplish something, his father wouldn't be able to praise him or even talk to him for a long time. 

Zeus and Jason could never be like Hades and Nico, or Poseidon and Percy. That's just how it is.

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Reyna had come to camp half blood for a fun visit. Jason would've been ecstatic in other circumstances, but in this case, he wanted to be as far away from her as possible. Because currently, Reyna seemed to be looking at everyone, but refused to meet Jason's eyes. She seemed to keep her distance as she laughed at something Percy and Piper were saying. 

She may as well have just stabbed him, it would've hurt a lot less. 

He had truly been naive to believe that he could make amends with Reyna. Now he knew, it would never be possible. There was too much pain mixed with bitterness on both ends. But seeing her get along with Percy reminded him of the old times of friendship he and Reyna had shared. Keyword: had.

Once again, the fates had shown him that Percy Jackson would always be better. 

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As Jason Grace lay on the cold floor, coughing out blood. He realized he was alone, he was dying, but he was alone.

Like always. The sickly voice of Gaia, that had once haunted his nightmares, boomed in his head. Jason knew he was hallucinating as a result of blood loss, Gaia is in deep slumber. But that did not stop the voice in his head that was invented by his insecurities. Even in the end, you've been forgotten, Jason Grace. Because that's what you will always be. The second best. The leftover. The pawn who is discarded, after his purpose has been fulfilled. Percy Jackson would always be better in everyone's eyes. 

To the Romans, you are simply the one who betrayed his lineage. But Percy is the one who restored glory. He did your job for you.

To the Greeks, you are simply a burden, one whom they were forced to welcome.

To your father, you are merely one of his many sons. 

To your sister, you are a stranger.

Jason's resolve to live had weakened, hot tears were streaming down his face as he closed his eyes in defeat, he had come to the painful conclusion that nobody is going to come find his body. Nobody is going to mourn him.

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“Oh I will always be much better than you at this! Bring it on, dude!” Percy laughed as he striked his play sword lightsaber at Jason's. They clashed. 

“You wish, Jackson!” Jason shot back jokingly, as they sparred playfully with toy lightsabers.

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“Jackson, you jerk. You were right after all, you will always be much better than me” Jason laughed bitterly, as he recalled that memory of his sparring session with Percy.

 Suddenly everything went black. The life had successfully ebbed out of him.

Little did Jason know, was that someone had indeed come to look for him. Tempest, his Pegasus had come to retrieve his body, but Jason was long gone. People had indeed mourned him. His friends were, indeed, anguished. His sister was, indeed, heartbroken.

Jason's soul parted this world, with the knowledge that he'd always be The forgotten Hero. 

The lost hero. Jason Grace.

[starcrossedandstupid]

Me and the gang all pulling up in the comments of the same ao3 fic unprompted

[suddencolds]

finding vanilla sickfic on ao3 for the exact character you want to see whumped 😭😵‍💫😣🥹☀️🌱

[justpentdraws]

well. umwell iummmm justhavebeenthinkenin alittle..

[ladeedade]

Desperately need an Everlark fic that embodies the Hozier cover of Do I wanna know. If anyone has recs pls pls leabe them here before I simply pass away

[toriafiction]

A World All Our Own

A small snippet for an upcoming installment from this verse.

"A collar with a bell for my Alley Cat," Dick kisses over Jason's marked mating gland before buckling the collar around his neck.

"Dick," Jason whines, partly in complaint but mostly with need.

"I promised you one, didn't I?" Dick rumbles into his ear, and Jason flushes as the growing heat in his belly is stoked a bit higher.

"You'll wear it for me, won't you, Little Wing? Because while I never want to tame you, I do claim you and the whole damned universe needs to know you're mine." Dick’s voice drops into a lower, darker, register taking on the unmistakable reverberance of an alpha by the end.

Dick’s barely touched him, but Jason is already hot and panting.

"What do you say, Alley Cat? Should we see how wildly we can make your new bell ring?" Dick asks in that dark and sultry tone, and Jason breaks.

Breaking had never felt so good.

https://archiveofourown.org/series/3955561

Link to A World All Our Own series 💕🖋💕

[gothamite-rambler]

Stephanie: Okay, I'm about to say something controversial, but as someone who could never get into One Piece… I like the 4Kids rap better than the Japanese opening. I high-key love it.

Tim (insulted, shouting): WHAT THE FUCK, STEPHANIE?!

Stephanie (holding up her hands with a nervous smile): I thought this was a safe space!

Tim: What have you been smoking to think the rap is better than the Japanese version?!

Stephanie (defensive): It’s a goofy show, right? It’s just a fun theme song!

She glanced at Duke who was in the middle of watching a show on crunchyroll. Her body tensed terrified at his reaction since he was a big time anime fan.

Stephanie: Duke, don’t kill me!

Duke (watching Parasyte): You're good. Honestly, that's understandable.

Stephanie (surprised): You're… not mad? You're actually not mad?

Duke: Nah, it's cheesy and not great, but for a 4Kids reworked theme song, it's fine. You know, I actually like it a bit.

Jason (speaking for the room): Did hell just freeze over?

Duke (candid): To be fair, I don't think One Piece is peak fiction.

Tim (insulted): And Fullmetal Alchemist is ass!

Duke (containing his rage): Tim, you're my friend, but I will not hesitate to beat your ass again.

[romanscool]

OMG GUYS!!!! NOT EVEN A DAY AFTER THE FIRST CHAPTER OF ‘which should mean nothing (but it always does)’, WCMN HITS 10k HITS 😭😭😭

Im crying i love you guys so so much thank you

[mrstarkitsmellslikeanewcarinhere]

let me show what it's like to never feel, feel like I'm good enough for anything that's real real

Title from Zero by Imagine Dragons. Cross-posted on Ao3 under the name Mrstarkitsmellslikeanewcarinhere

Grian doesn't know that Scar's world isn't a perma-death world and things go wrong after Scar gets exploded by a creeper. Also you can read as ship or not. Warning for panic attacks, temporary death and mentioned death

Danger, Danger is an AU where Grian basically hops across different worlds to hide from The Watchers, but whenever he tries to just live in one world They find him and kill anyone who gets in the way. Grian gets trapped in Scar's world though and they become friends.

Grian sat at the cliff, staring at the sunrise. "Good morning, Grian!" Scar said, startling him. He turned over to him "Oh, hi." Scar sat down beside him. They sat there in silence and Grian leaned on Scar, This...I'm not used to this just being able to rest, it's nice. I hope it stays like this just me and Scar, happy and fine.

Of course the moment had to be ruined as nothing ever went Grian's way, as he heard a hissing noise. They both turned around just in time to see a creeper before it exploded, sending him flying. He flapped his wings, stopping himself from crashing "Ow... Scar?! Are you ok?" He flew back up to the exploded cliff.

He stared at the smoking hole, Scar's stuff that survived the explosion scattered all over the place "...Scar...?" He whispered. He- he can't be dead! He couldn't have died to a a creeper! This has to be a prank right?! Grian slowly sat down and grabbed Scar's damaged helmet. He stared down at it, his hands shaking.

He's gone, he's really gone... Not- not again! He wrapped his wings around himself. Grian hugged the helmet to his chest, his breathing growing panicky and uneven. He rested his head on it, tears falling as he struggled to breathe properly everyone's dead everyone's dead EVERYONE'S DEAD 𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗬𝗢𝗡𝗘'𝗦 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗗-

I can't breathe?! Am I going to die too? He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling like he was going to suffocate. "Hey why didn't you- Grian are you ok?" He heard someone say, someone who sounded suspiciously like Scar. Grian choked on a sob in an attempt to say something. He opened up his eyes and looked between his wings at.. Scar?!

"Hey it's fine Grian just try to breathe." Scar said, sitting in front of him "It's ok if it's hard". He held up a hand "Breathe in" He slowly put each of his fingers down after he did that he put all of them up again "Breathe out." And slowly put them down again. Grian followed his instructions and they did it again and again until his breathing returned to normal.

"Are you feeling better?" Scar asked. Grian nodded "yeah... But how are still alive?" He looked at him blankly before replying "This isn't a perma-death world, did you think it was?" Grian nodded. "Oh." Scar said quietly, they sat there in an awkward silence for a few moments.

Grian stood up and dusted his pants before feeling a sharp pain his side "Ow!" Scar stood up too and gave a concerned look "What's wrong?" "Just from the creeper I think, it's fine." He said and quickly ate some food to speed up the healing process. "Oh uh..." Grian handed him back his helmet.

[pokimoko]

The Poetics of Space - A Gravity Falls Fic

Written by pokimoko

Chapters: 3/3

Word Count: ~44K

Fandom: Gravity Falls

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: The Mystery Shack & Ford Pines, The Mystery Shack & Stan Pines, Ford Pines & Stan Pines, Fiddleford H. McGucket & Ford Pines, Bill Cipher & Ford Pines, Ford Pines & Mabel Pines, Dipper Pines & Ford Pines, Dipper Pines & Ford Pines & Mabel Pines & Stan Pines, The Mystery Shack & The Pines Family, Fiddleford H. McGucket/Ford Pines (One-Sided), Bill Cipher/Ford Pines (also one-sided), (do you even need to ask in which direction the one-sided is pointing)

Characters: The Mystery Shack - Character, Ford Pines, Stan Pines, Fiddleford H. McGucket, Bill Cipher, Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Background & Cameo Characters

Summary:

“What was it like when you lived here?” Mabel asked, gesturing at the Shack.

Ford let out a gentle chuckle. “Very different, I assure you. If these walls could talk, I'm sure they would tell some stories.”

Oh, if only he knew.

—

(or: the Mystery Shack has many secrets, and just as many memories. Afterall, a lot can happen over four decades within the space of four walls.)

Tags: Mystery Shack (Gravity Falls), Mystery Shack POV, setting as a character, Haunted Houses, POV Outsider, POV Nonhuman, Pre-Canon, Canon-adjacent, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Ford Pines Has Issues, Ford Pines Needs a Hug, Golden Child Syndrome, Manipulative Bill Cipher, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Gaslighting, Possession, Stan Pines Needs A Hug, Stan Pines Has Issues, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Loneliness, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Reconciliation, Implied Autistic Ford Pines, implied AroAce Ford Pines, Unrequited Love, Ford Pines and Mabel Pines Bonding, Pines Family Feels (Gravity Falls), Emotional Hurt, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Inspired by House of Leaves - Mark Z. Danielewski, (very very VERY loosely), If These Walls Could Talk They Would Give You Therapy, Sentient Houses, Sentient Buildings, POV Inanimate Object, its/its pronouns, Protective Mystery Shack, Sentient Mystery Shack - Freeform

[laesas]

RamKing + Venus Flytrap || by kinnbig

[montypng]

out here in the desert, your shadow lives on without you (otherwise known as grief, in five acts)

[ID: a digital drawing of the girl from a high angle —her head is tilted, eyes tearing up angrily. large, shadow-like figures of the fabulous four stretch out behind her, each of them faceless and pictured in the position of their death. party poison’s chin is tilted upwards, jet star is outstretched, limbs askew, fun ghoul raises his arm, aiming their ray gun, and kobra kid falls backward, arm limply falling to his side and head turned away./end ID] 

inspired by @graffitibible / @omegalomania’s incredible fic i’m not a messiah (just a mess)

[lolotr]

me: ho hum i'll only do @painlandweek if i have specific ideas for the prompts. maybe i'll start a doc and do some brainstorming just to see--

me: *writes 2k words of ideas/beginnings of fic in less than a day*

me: guess im doing payneland week after all

[necrotic-nephilim]

Tell me why Kara Zor-L is one of my your favs! I'm been meaning to make the jump from the CW show to the comics. Any recommendations?

- @cicero-in-gotham

@cicero-in-gotham oh i would LOVE to!! Kara Zor-L is my darling beloved.

firstly for suggestions, i'll be honest Kara can be... a hard character to read for. you have to slog through a lot of really shitty "male gaze" content to get scraps of interesting stuff. the top comics i'd recommend are

Power Girl: Power Trip

Power Girl Returns

Power Girl (2023)

some people like Harley Quinn & Power Girl. i'll be honest... i did not. and Power Girl (2009) has... ups and downs, is the nicest way i'll say it. but it's also solid for what it is. certainly better than her New-52 content so i can't really complain.

anyhow, i always am enamoured by characters who are disconnected from their "family", especially due to trauma. bc no one really counts Power Girl as part of the Superfamily. and even within the Superfamily if people are talking about the "outcast" of the family, they always say Kon. (which, eh? maybe New-52!Kon but i wouldn't say the main Kon is an outcast, his issues are internal) but to me, Kara far better suites that role. it's one thing to be one of the last survivors of Krypton. it's another thing to be one of the last survivors of your entire *universe* as well. she lost everyone, *twice*.

i adore characters who feel like imposters and Kara is *peak* imposter syndrome. everything about her identity is constructed around not feeling like a "real" Super, or a "real" Zor-L. she has to live with knowing she's on an earth that has Supergirl, meaning they don't need her. she didn't wear the S crest for so long even on her own earth, because she felt like she didn't server it.the only thing she feels like she has going for her is her sexual appeal and so it's so amped up she lacks a personality outside of it. she has been isolated again and again by her trauma and she struggles to face her grief, masking with humor and oversexual appearances. i find that to be so interesting. she lost *everything*, twice. and now she's an imposter who will always hold herself at a distance from the Supers because she doesn't want to make them uncomfortable with her existence. she has to live on an Earth and know everyone is... slightly off. she has Clark, but it's not *her* Clark. she has the Justice Society of America, but it's not *her* JSA. and she doesn't have her best friend, Helena Wayne at *all*, because this earth has Helena Bertinelli as Huntress. (unless you count New Golden Age stuff but that's future timeline nonsense)

i find Kara's lack of identity interesting, and the way she just sort of drifts. she has done a lot of things, but lacks a sense of self importance bc she will never view herself as a "real" Kryptonian of this universe. she's just so neat to me. i also love the JSA personally, they're one of my favorite superhero teams, so i love any character connected to the JSA, they're always so underrated.

the Power Girl Special (which is collected in Power Girl Returns) is like, genuinely one of my favorite single issues ever. that comic just lives in my bones. it also has one of the *best* internal monologues i've ever read. something something comics are art. this is cutting some stuff out but just to show you have beautiful the writing is, this is an excerpt from that comic

people tend to think of hatred as love's opposite. but i disagree- i think hatred is just love's sharpened edge. it's the same passion. the same potency, the same intensity. just a different flavor. so no, hatred isn't love's opposite. grief is. grief is the void left behind after something you once loved was violently ripped away. grief is what happens in love's sudden absence. love is when your cup runneth over. but grief is hollow. a chasm. there is no negotiating with grief. it does what it wants to you, when it wants. you will never outgrow or outrun it. but... you can find ways to grow around it. i never got to say goodbye. i was loved, once. i was once loved so much that my life was prioritized above all else. i will never feel worthy of that love or sacrifice. but i'm realizing now that to freeze or falter in the shadow of that love is the only way to fail their sacrifice. i have to live in the light. i can step out into the sunlight, and still carry them with me.

like that is??? so Character to me. she is Everything. i'm just. so unwell over her internal struggles and how she faces the world, i cannot recommend her enough. she means the world to me and that comic has stuck with me since i read it for it's conversation about handling grief. i am begging everyone to be a Power Girl fan i know she's confusing but once you get the hang of her backstory she's so cool i swear-

[bidoofenergy]

starry eyes stare through me

Grian is this year's male tribute from District 9. Clearly, the odds are already not in his favor. But he has to get home to his sister and to do that he has to play the Games. Give them a show. Stay alive. Remember to step out of line is to threaten Pearl. Don't get too attached to the Career that agrees to be his ally, but not to put a damn shirt on. written for @mcytblraufest with art by @mistythedritten (13,367 words)

It’s a little past noon when the Reaping starts. The mayor of District 9 walks up to the microphone and gestures for the crowd to quiet down so he can start his speech. It’s entirely unnecessary; the crowd is dead quiet, the only noise the stirring of a breeze, the whispering of the buzzards of cameramen. It’s entirely unnecessary; he’s done it every year Grian can remember. 

He did it when Grian was barely 6, confused and clinging to the skirts of a mother he no longer remembers. He did it when Grian was 10, the first year Pearl had her name in, their first year motherless. He does it now, when Grian is 18, his last year with his name in. Somewhere in the crowd, sneaking betting slips to and from people’s hands, is Pearl, two years safe. 

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