#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.

[gothamite-rambler]

Batman: Oh God, I fell into a septic tank!

Oracle tossed her pen behind her back, grabbed her coffee and calmly pressed the comms button to learn more.

Oracle (serious tone): My word... A septic tank? Like a filled one?

Batman (stressed): Yes, I'm going to be sick. Don't record this!

Oracle (already recording it, delighted tone): Don't worry buddy I wouldn't do such a thing. I'll relay this and someone who can really hold their breath will come to your aid. I'm gonna put you on hold.

Batman (hearing the hold music): Just realized it was a massive mistake to add a hold function. Yeah they're definitely mocking me. Alfred is going to freaking kill me.

Meanwhile Oracle had told everyone who was on patrol about what happened and the reactions were what she wanted.

Nightwing (trying not laugh): Oracle... hold on.

Nightwing and Red Hood laughed loudly for a minute as Red Robin chimed in.

Red Robin: I'm not dead inside enough to go near someone covered in shit.

Spoiler was with him and sat down while chuckling then she questioned one important part.

Spoiler: You think it was liquidity or caked on?

Nightwing and Red Hood could be heard laughing harder in the comms as Orphan and Robin did rock, paper, scissors for which one would go first.

Orphan lost. Robin walked off happily as Orphan had to go meet her father.

Orphan: This is not how I wanted my night to go.

[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 💕🖋💕

[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

[littlespoonevan]

i really wish you could private fics on ao3. and i don't mean lock them (my fics already are locked) i mean make them private so that they still exist on the archive with all comments/stats/etc intact but the only person who can see them is me. bc like, my ao3 is almost 12 years old and there are just some fics of mine where i'm like 'mmm i don't really want you here anymore' but i don't want to orphan them because i don't want to lose control of the work and i don't want to delete them altogether bc i do like looking back at my writing history/progress and idk. we talk a lot about ao3 being an archive in terms of how readers navigate the site but as a writer it would be nice if i could have an archive within my archive aksjdflh

[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)

[squarebracketsmileyface]

I'm thinking about Masky in S,IL and how I have him as a little and a protector in Tim's system and like. I was kinda thinking about why that'd be, like why wouldn't Masky have grown up, why wouldn't someone else have taken over from him as they grew up? Because littles don't make particularly great protectors in adult systems. Like they try their best, of course, but there are certain things about their age that hold them back, and usually the system you have as an adult is VERY different from the one you first formed.

So I just thought, like, what if that's to do with the operator. What if the operator kinda freezes people in the moment they were most vulnerable to it? Like, sure, they still age and progress, their lives go on, we see how the characters change over the course of the series, but they all feel distinctly like they're being held back by something. Jay never stops being devoted to and obsessed with Alex, Tim seems like he's constantly stuck in the hospital from when he was a kid, Brian is literally a shell of a person unable to change other than becoming more frantic as time goes on, and Alex can never let go of his objective even when faced with the fact that Tim got better, had a life, got help etc. (which yeah, that sounds like Tim changing and growing I know just bear with me)

The operator freezes people's souls (for lack of a better word) in the moment they were most vulnerable to it, that way they can't build up defences against it to lock it out again. The reason Tim seems like his soul isn't frozen in place like everyone else's is is because of his pills. They lock the operator out again so sure his soul is technically still frozen, but the operator can't access it so Tim is able to move on with his life like his soul isn't frozen.

He is still frozen in the hospital, tho. And as a system this 'soul' freezing also freezes his system at that point too. No one can go dormant, no one can fuse, all they can do is front and stuff like that. It's like a time loop but only inside their system. They can do all sorts of different things within their loop, but once it ends all the progress is erased.

Masky is still a child because the system is frozen. Tim is only an adult because he feels a very strong connection to their body, so he grew up with it whereas everyone else didn't.

This thought came about because I'm currently drawing Masky looking after Tim's baby daughter Birdie, but specifically I'm drawing Masky how he looks to himself in their IW, so it's like a 6-8ish year old looking after a tiny infant baby. Because I have it that after MH is over Masky obviously can't trust that things are safe and still acts to protect Tim from a threat that's no longer there. But one time he fronts with Birdie in his arms and he just kinda... Stops. He looks at this tiny baby in his arms and she's so small, so helpless, and she becomes the next thing for him to fixate on protecting. But this time it's something productive, something that doesn't send him wanting to run into the woods.

Now when he fronts he's fixated on finding Birdie if he isn't already holding her. He fixates on feeding her, cuddling her, making sure she's comfy and doesn't need her nappy changing. She becomes his new thing to protect and it gives him something real to focus on that he can protect without needing to run away from society and run around in the woods terrified because it feels like the only place he can face the operator without having to worry about dragging innocent people into the fray.

Like sure, at first he's still scared of the operator and all that, of course he is, and he takes Birdie into the woods with him the first few times he fronts after deciding she's something to protect with his life. But over time he realises she cries when they're out there, because she's cold, or he can't feed her (Tim does chest feed her as much as he can, but she has a cleft lip and pallet so it's a bit difficult to feed her as much as she needs without using a squeezy bottle), or he can't change her nappy etc. so instead Masky starts staying in the house. Sure he barricades the doors and windows, hides away in the smallest room he can find, and stuff like that, but at least he's in the house.

And eventually he stops feeling like he needs to barricade the doors. He just sits and looks after Birdie without feeling like he has to lock everything down to keep the operator out.

S,IL Masky ⬇️

He's small and cold and scared, but there's someone who is smaller and colder and more scared and he has to look after her first, as best he can.

[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