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crack that could be taken seriously fanfic idea:
the only reason lex, hannah, and ethan never get to california as a single unit is because...
it's all the way across the country, they are fucking broke, and they'll always get stuck in the midwest no matter how far they plan or how much cash they have because gas is expensive and they cannot hitchhike to save their lives because either lex or ethan piss the driver off or hannah keeps saying strange overly accurate riddles relating to the driver's life that scares them and makes them dump the trio back onto the side of the road. technically it fits canon considering that one scrapped nmt episode i heard about where they just cannot budget to save their lives.
so one day, lex switches the plan around, deciding to go to new york city - although you can choose whatever other famous northern city that somehow has an equal reputation of people becoming celebrities in (listen i am a new yorker i can and will talk shit about other states) - to make it easier. their luck changes to the point where it's almost unbelievable. they find an affordable apartment like a goddamn miracle. hannah isn't tormented by odd visions and settles with her powers, lex keeps getting job after job, and ethan is winning with the nyc and (if we have to include them) nj mechanics, becoming a son to the italians.
if we wanna get extra cracky, Webby blessed new york bc of the innate connection to spiders and insects and that's why Alice lives because she's tied to it for college. even more cracky is the idea that technically any other small town bordering Michigan is safe but the lords in black just has a stronger pull to stay in Hatchetfield or fly to places farther and quick to make you broke (their Internet is flooded with shitty ads about gambling in Nevada, hiking in Colorado, partying in California, instead of any northern state nearby. you go there, you run out of money, you suffer, so you have to go back for "safety") than Webby does with encouraging others to flee to safer areas. she almost succeeded with Emma Perkins and her runaway trip and was going to get her to live in some other weird place for weed farming but the Lords in Black just had to kill off Jane.
#hatchetfield#black friday#black friday starkid#lex foster#ethan green#hannah foster#webby hatchetfield#lords in black#brain dump#random thoughts#fanfic#fanfic ideas#fanfiction#ao3#would post this fanfic on ao3#crack treated seriously#crack fic
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#ao3#fandom#fanfic#polls#the sun shines#broke 100#broke 500#broke 1000#would yâall believe if I told you Iâm surprised by how this post is going#not by the top thing being the top thing but the overall response#I thought this would get like twenty notes and like a few lukewarm âofc I prefer xâ responses
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Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant
Listen. It was an accident. He didn't mean to! It just kinda happened.
So maybe he brought a drink with enough caffeine in it to kill an elephant within a few minutes, and maybe he forgot to put the sleeve on his cup so he could tell it apart from the others, but it's not his fault! He didn't think anyone else was going to have the exact same Yeti cup as him! It's not like he'd seen any of the others carry one before. Besides, he worked with superheros. They should be smart enough to check before drinking someone else's drink.
Danny had been summoned by the Justice League Dark a few years back in order to help with a world ending crisis and he just didn't leave. It's not like he could go anywhere anyway. His ghost half hadn't grown past fourteen and his human half had stopped visibly aging at eighteen. He'd had to leave town as Danny Fenton, but he'd stayed in Amity Park as Danny Phantom. When his parents died of old age, thank god, he'd closed down the portal, stuck around for a few more years, before traveling the world as Danny Fenton.
Anyway, he'd taken up residence in the House of Mysteries after the JLD had summoned him. Constantine, at first, had been wary, but he and the rest of the JLD had grown to accept him. He was an honorary member of the team.
At some point, just after Robin had become Red Robin, Danny had been introduced to the Justice League. He liked those guys, too, and worked with them sometimes. Though, he usually only went to bug them.
Red Robin had been very interested in the fact that his was fourteen and working with grown heros, like he was one to talk, but Danny hadn't explained anything other than saying that he had died and come back. The following conversation was an interesting one that lead to Danny knowing that Nightwing was the Batman he'd met and that Batman was lost somewhere. He'd confirmed that the man was not dead, but he hadn't offered to help look for him. He probably should have, in retrospect.
Back on topic! Everyone in the JLD knew not to touch Danny's drink. They'd all seen him make it before and had been horrified on varying degrees. It's not like it could kill him. He's already half dead! So long as he only drank this specific brew as Phantom, he'd be fine.
The Justice League, apparently, didn't get the memo. He blames Constantine because Zatanna and Raven can do no wrong. No, John, he's not biased.
The point is, Red Robin just had a sip of Danny's drink. The horror he now felt was akin to the fear he held when he'd told his parents he was Phantom. (An interaction that had gone very well, thank you very much.)
Danny knew the exact moment that the vigilante realized he grabbed the wrong drink. His eyes widened to an astonishing degree, and, if he'd been able to seen his eyes behind the mask, Danny knew that the man's pupils would've completely overtaken the irises. His hands started shaking, too. Oh, no. The man's already addicted to hellish amounts of coffee. This is only going to make it worse!
Quickly, and without drawing any attention, thank the Ancients, Danny rushed over. "You, um, you okay, man?" Obviously not, but he tends to talk when he's anxious and he was certainly anxious right now. He could've possibly just killed a man via poison!
"What the fuck is in this coffee?" Red Robin asked, going to take another sip.
Danny pulled the Yeti from his hand and gave him the proper one. "Enough caffeine to kill an elephant."
"Obviously not, seeing as I'm still alive."
"Yeah, I can't tell if that's a good thing or not."
"Excuse me?"
"I-I mean-! I didn't-! You know what I mean." Caffeine is poisonous in excess, and his drink was way beyond excess, but it's the only thing that works for him as a ghost! Superpowered metabolism and all that.
"Do I?" The laugh in his voice answered for him. He took a sip from his drink and frowned at it. "I don't think any coffee will ever be enough again."
"And that's my cue to get my drink very far away from you." Danny turned, fully intent on moving to the other side of the room. Besides, the meeting was going to start as soon as the Flash and Kid Flash arrived, which would be soon. Something about one of their Rouges getting out?
"What?" Red Robin asked, "Why?" If he was a little desperate to get another sip of that coffee, he'd rather not acknowledge it.
"Because you don't need anymore lethal coffee," he muttered, "The sip you took will already keep you awake for three days at least, and it probably jump started an addiction. Best to stop it now. Besides, I need to go have my crisis on how the hell you're still alive after even a sip of this stuff."
"Again, rude." The bird themed vigilante crossed his arms as best he could while holding his cup. "If it's so dangerous, why do you drink it?"
Danny took a deliberate sip as he locked eyes with the technically younger man. "I'm dead. I don't need to worry about my heart stopping or having a seizure."
"Excuses."
"No, it's not 'excuses'. I'm saving your life."
"You're a kid. If I can't have that coffee, then you shouldn't be having it."
"First, I'm older than you. Second, I already told you: I'm dead. This isn't going to hurt me. Third, you can't tell me what to do."
"There's no way you're older than me. You're like, ten."
"I'm thirty-eight!" He balked, "I only look fourteen because I died when I was fourteen. We've been over this."
Neither noticed the entire Justice League looking at them. The two they were waiting on had arrived a few minutes ago and everyone was ready to start the meeting, but they'd been distracted by the two's conversation. Was that true? Had Phantom really died so young? They'd all been made aware he was not living, but they didn't think he'd died so young! Though, that was probably the denial speaking.
The Justice League Dark had been fully aware of this and didn't really bat an eye. Though, someone should probably get this meeting started. A potentially world ending threat was the topic, and that was a pretty important thing to discuss.
Captain Marvel was the first to pull himself together, though that was only after Atlas and Zeus had mentally slapped him out of his stupur. "As, ah, riveting as this conversation is," he stepped between the two boys- er, boy and man? "we really need to start this meeting."
Batman did not clear his throat because he'd not lost his voice in the first place. "He's right. Everyone take your seats."
Storyboard Part 2
#I wrote this instead of working on any of my current wips#dc x dp#justice league#justice league dark#red robin#danny phantom#writing prompt#brain child#no ships#should I continue this?#I've never written these characters (on my own) before but I've fallen down a rabbit hole and I felt the need to jump on the train#should I post other stories here?#would y'all be interested in seeing some of my other works?#I should actually link my ao3 here#I'll stop now#captain marvel#shazam#coffee#caffeine#justice league meeting#word ending threat#writing#fanfic#fandom#phandom#dcxdp#Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant
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TMA au but itâs just Gerry posting insane things like âhereâs *another piece of his art which is super impressive* sorry it took so long I was in prisonâ and âhey I havenât been active for two months I was tracking down a cult got into a fight with a member and we both landed in a hospital (he died but that was not because of the fight)â and his comments are just people spamming âWHO ARE YOU???â
#he has the life of an ao3 fanfic writer#he giver Jon the password to his account and tells him to make a post about his death and make it sound ridiculous but believable#for normal ppl#maybe also to reveal his identity for shits and giggles heâs dead why would he care#the magnus archives#tma#tma podcast#gerard keay#gerry keay#my tma aus#this is similar to the yt au but itâs just because I live for socmeds#and exposing normal people to insane thtings
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zosan streamer au except theyre both faceless and both unknowing fans of each otherâs online personas, kinda like a miraculous ladybug situation
zoro and sanji know each other irl and they HATE each other even though luffy is their mutual friend, they had terrible first impressions of each other and well, letâs just say some nasty things were said from both sides
meanwhile, sanji is a huge fan of zoroâs stream persona and zoros a huge fan of sanjiâs stream persona
their fans want them both to collab, so they set up a collab using their online personalities and when they collab, their popularity skyrockets because of the shippers (of course)
sanji finds zoroâs online personality really fun to talk to and vice versa so they start getting closer and closer, eventually delving into just pure flirting
zoro eventually brings up the prospect of meeting irl cuz its obvious that theyre both into each other
sanji has a conundrum cuz he doesnât known this man irl or what he even looks like
he knows that the man is kind, patient, and unassumingly funny. for some reason, behind the wall of online anonymity, sanjis able to open up about his past, his trauma, his inner turmoil, and his family. the stranger listens intently and somehow always find the right things to say. he finds himself falling in love with this stranger, this faceless man
he knows that falling in love shouldnt be this easy, this painless, but sanjis life had been nothing but pain and grit, maybe, just maybe, he can have something easy for once, something he doesnt need to claw, scream, and beg for
then, sanji and zoro finally arrange a meeting (more like a date) and see each other for the first time
they both freeze, zoro stares in shock and sanji stares in horror
of course things would never be that easy, he was a fool to ever think that things would go his way for once. of course the man that he fell in love with was the man that also hated him all along
it was fun while it lasted.
zoro wasnt even able to open his mouth before sanji ran, so fast that zoro had no way to follow him (no, it wasnât cuz he got lost, sanji was just fast okay?!)
he tries his best to contact sanji but sanji is radio silent: absolutely no word from him, not even luffy knows where he is
zoro stops and thinks for the first time in a probably a decade, he talks to luffy, he talks to usopp and they all agree that the next best thing to do is to make a public video basically asking sanji to please text him back (it was luffys idea that usopp encouraged and zoro reluctantly follows along cuz well, luffy said it would work so it must)
they film a low-budget, low-quality video where zoro is just on his knees saying please please please over and over again, the description says âplease call me curly lets talk đĽşđđźđđźâ
(usopp wrote the description, luffy directed the video, if it was anyone else, zoro might have thought they were setting him up but he trusts them wholeheartedly)
it gets posted on his main channel and it goes viral cuz its so primally stupid and relatable, zoro basically exposes himself as the really popular faceless streamer but fans are NOT disappointed cuz the man is FINE AS HELL
it ends up on sanjis feed while hes in the middle of doomscrolling and crying to nami and robin and they all just see sanjis crush begging him for attention, they look at each other and look at the video again
nami, ever the voice of reason, basically forces sanji to text him at least. zoro made sanji happy and it would be a disservice to sanji if he just let that slip away without a fight
they talk it out, end up actually meeting face to face and they find that their chemistry is electric and sanji begins to hope again
in the end, they make a video together showing their faces and reveal their relationship to their fans and the shippers go wild
tldr
zosan: im falling in love with oomf???
#one piece#sanji#zoro#zosan#zosan fanfic#ao3#one piece zosan#fanfic#crack fic#crack post#am i funny yet#i think this is funny#may be ooc#but idc tbh i feel like this is what their personalities would be like if they were born in modern times#zoro x sanji#zoro is a simp and sanji is a simp but more lowkey about it#they like to fuck with their fans#i love sanji#modern au#streamer au
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Poppy for N2 au, it took me so long to make her design cuz I didn't really know what I wanted to do only because I feel like her design is pretty perfect.
But then I just thought about fun outfits to give her or outfits that I would find comfortable if I was wearing them and it all came together.
Poppy here is pretty much the same as here movie counterpart, as nothing really changes on her end of things other than having more insight on Branch through his brothers, and through Lief. Shes also a bit more understanding a bit earlier on because of it but it doesnt do much to change her own character arc I would say.
Bonus
Part of Poppys design was based off a design I had made for previous rulers of Troll Village/Tree
Namely Queen Protea who I designed as Poppys grandmother
Named after the Protea flower which part of her design is based off :D
In the context of this Au Protea was the one who conceptualized the tunnels while her son, King Peppy, was the one to follow through after her death
#my art#dreamworks trolls#trolls#trolls 3#trolls au#trolls band together#trolls branch#trolls poppy#trolls oc#trolls oc lief#trolls oc protea#its really hard to mess with poppy at least in the context of this au cuz like i said nothing really changes on her end#whats changed in this au was just stuff on Branchs side of things#Poppy can witness these things but she herself isnt really changed by them#she of course would have more insight on Branchs life through his brothers and the addition of Lief as a character#but idk if that would fully change her approach with him other than what ive displayed#where shed try to relate to branch rather than trying to force him to relate to her#which would then most likely make her more understanding going forward than she was in canon#im still figuring her out#also since im in the tags and nobody really reads this#i feel brave enough to say#that secretly#ive been kind of sort of#posting a fanfic of this au under the name not the only one#on ao3#and thats where Protea comes from#its not well written in the slightest#but its just for fun and practice so in my mind it doesnt really have to be entirely#but i am having fun with it#so if you see this and check it out please be so very nice to me please
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jock on jock violence (past steve/tommy)
âJust leave people alone, Tommy,â Harrington says lowly. Dangerously. Harringtonâs always been dangerous, in the way that straight, entitled jocks have always been dangerous to Eddie, but sometimes Eddie thinks he dropped the crown to pick up a sword. Thereâs something sharper about him now, something that wasnât there before Halloween. Different from the fake smiles and shifty eyes after the Byers kid went missing. Not that Eddieâs been looking.Â
âLeave them alone?â Hagan demands. âLike how you left me alone?â And wow, is he delusional? Did he just completely forget about his girlfriend, Hargrove, and the entire fucking basketball team?
âNot everything is about you! Seriously, man? Youâre just gonna twist what Iâm saying like that?â Harrington snaps, and oh, Eddie doesnât want to be here for this. If the former king and his old lackey duke it out, he does not want to get caught in the crossfire. âJesus, grow up. Sorry I got sick of being a total dick.â
âOh, yeah, now youâre just sucking Byersâsââ
âYou want to go there? Do you really wanna go there, Tommy?â
Shit, Eddie should not be here for this.Â
âShut your fucking mouth,â Hagan says, suddenly panicked.Â
âI thought you liked my mouth.â
Eddie has to practically stuff his fist in his mouth to keep from sputtering.Â
âWhat the fuck, man,â Hagan hisses. Eddie knows heâs looking around, even though no oneâs in the bathroom except them and Eddie. And Eddieâs never going to breathe a fucking word of this to anyone, on account of not wanting his face rearranged ten times over. âWhat, are you some kind of fag now? Is that what youâre telling me?â
Harrington almost sounds bored when he replies. âYou would know, wouldnât you?â
âI told you to watch your mouth.â
âYou gonna shut me up?â
âWhat has gotten into you?â Hagan finally asks the million dollar question. Harringtonâs acting like heâs got a fucking death wish. âOne minute weâre calling out Byers for being a creep, and the next youâre dumping me like itâs nothing. And now youâre suddenly best buds? Even after he stole your girlfriend twice? You know how pathetic that is, right? What, do you share her or something? The slut putting outââ
Thereâs a rustle of clothes, and then a thud, like somethingâsomeone getting slammed into a wall.Â
âDonât talk about Nancy like that,â Harrington growls. âThis isnât about her.â
âIsnât it?â
âNo, man, itâs about you being a total asshole, and Iâm telling you to leave people the fuck alone.â
âOr what?â Hagan almost sounds amused, over obvious nerves. Heâs not even trying to escape the hold heâs in. âIâm stronger than you, and we both know it. Youâve still got a concussion, donât you? Hargrove told me he beat your face in.â
âHargrove this, Hargrove that. You sound like youâve got a crush or something. You suck him like you sucked me?â
Jesus fucking Christ.Â
âYou canât win this fight, Steve.â
âI donât need to. Mutually assured destruction, asshole. You stop hurting people, and I wonât tell the entire town about us.â
Oh shit. Oh shit. Harrington sounds serious. It almost makes him sick to his stomach, even as a hysterical laugh tries to bubble out. Who woulda guessed that the former king of Hawkins High had enough guts to paint himself as a queer to their conservative, stick in the mud town?
That is, if Hagan doesnât fucking kill him first.Â
âYou wouldnât.â Hagan sounds panicked now, and for good fucking reason. Heâs been on the ârightâ end of what happens to their kind of freaks for years. How quickly would the vultures turn on him? They descended on Harrington pretty damn quick.Â
âWanna bet?â
âYou do that, you lose everything. Peace, daddyâs money, your precious sports scholarshipsâŚâ
âIâm not going to college,â Harrington says. âLook in my eyes, Hagan. Do I look like Iâm bluffing? Iâve got nothing to lose.â
Eddie has to keep in a scoff at that. If thereâs one thing heâs learned, itâs that thereâs always something to lose with shit like this. Namely your life.Â
This is fucked. This is so fucked. Eddie wants out of this stall, Jesus H. Christ. Heâd take Mrs. Smithâs class anyday over knowing one wrong move will end with two jocks beating his fucking face in for hearing something he wasnât supposed to hear. Or potentially having to jump in to try and save Harringtonâs stupid fucking mug.Â
Thereâs a long pause that does absolutely nothing for Eddieâs nerves, before Hagan finally spits out, âFine.â
âWhat was that?â
âFine.â
âGood man,â Harrington says, as if theyâre discussing some kind of business deal and not outing themselves in front of God and Mrs. Jenkins and everyone. âNow get the fuck outta here, Tommy.â
Rustling, quick footsteps, and then the door opens and shuts without a word.Â
Silence.
Eddie sighs in relief.Â
âHello?â Harrington asks, voice on edge.Â
Shit.Â
His stall door swings open, and there he is, in all his fallen kingly glory. Bruise over one eye, scowl on his face, and dangerous set to his shoulders that Eddie knows all too well.Â
âUhh, hi?â Eddie squeaks. Heâs still sitting like fucking Gollum, feet on the toilet, unlit cigarette in hand. He drops it, and neither of them look away from each other as it rolls behind the toilet bowl.Â
Excellent first impression, really.Â
âWhat the fuck, man?â Harrington asks. âWere you just listening to that?â
âLook,â Eddie says quickly. âIn my defense, I was here first. Also, if he saw me, Hagan was definitely going to beat me up. Except, uh, youâre definitely going to kick my ass anyway for hearing that, so I probably should just cut my losses and accept death at this point.â
Harrington doesnât seem to know what to say to this, mouth opening and closing slowly.Â
���Also, for the record?â Eddie says. âI wonât say anything. I know you have, like, zero reason to trust me, but Iâm really good at secrets, dude, like you wouldnât believe. I havenât even told Jeff that Garethâanyways, secrets? What secrets? I didnât hear anything. Cross my heart and hope to die.â
He gets a scathing look in return. âIf you tell anyoneââ
âWait, wait, wait! You said something about mutually assured destruction, right? I get it. I get it, Harrington, fuck, you know I do. Who would believe me if I blabbed, anyway? Who are they gonna believe, the King or the Freak?â
Harrington sighs, but he must see the truth in what Eddie said because he moves away from the stall. Takes a wad of paper towels and starts running them under the sink.Â
It emboldens Eddie enough to follow him. âI mean, really, theyâd probably just call it wishful thinking or something. Plus, Iâm pretty sure most of the school would rather die than talk to me, so, like, youâre safe, man. Iâve already blacked it out in my memory, itâs gone.â
It seems like Harrington has tuned him out, pressing the wet paper towels to his forehead and eye. Thatâs good, because Eddie doesnât even know what heâs saying anymore.Â
âAlso, for the record? That was badass. I donât think Iâd have the guts to do that, even if the entire town kind of knows about me anyway. Which, wow, you were really good at hiding it. Hagan I kind of suspected, given the giant fucking boner he had for you, but youââ
âDo you ever shut up?â
Eddieâs mouth shuts with a click. Harrington sighs again and pinches his nose, looking almost like a mother trying to herd her seven rambunctious children into the minivan. His hands are shaking. Â
âYou okay, man?â Eddie finally asks quietly.Â
Harrington doesnât say anything, just presses the paper towels over both eyes, like heâs trying to stave something off. Oh, shit, is heâŚ
âAre youâŚcrying?â
âWhat? No,â Harrington says, obviously lying. âItâs the light, I get headaches. Concussion.â
âRight.â
âLook, can we just forget this ever happened?â
âAlready forgotten,â he promises. âBut, uh, for the record? That was really brave of you, man.â
âI wouldnât have gone through with it.â
âThat actually kind of surprises me, because I could not tell from your voice. You sounded like you were ready to march up to The Post then and there and spill all Haganâs dirty little secrets. All âIâve got nothing to lose,â and shit.â He pitches his voice lower, in a mimic of some action movie hero or something.Â
Harrington finally laughs, and something in Eddie thrills at it. âI pulled that outta my ass,â he admits. âI knew he would believe it, âcause to him I already did lose everything. My friends, my girlfriend, myâŚâ he waves his hand around, âmy status, or whatever. And a few screws, probably.â
âWell I can attest to the screws, because I think you might be actually insane. You cornered him in an empty bathroom without checking to see if it was actually empty and threatened to out him to the entire town? I thought I was going to have to save your life, Jesus shit. Donât fucking do that, do you have a death wish or something?â
âI did check,â Harrington snaps. âI looked under the stalls, and none of the doors were locked. Who the hell sits on a toilet like that anyway? You looked like one of those ugly stone fuckers, the ones they put on buildings and shit.â
Eddie bursts out laughing, too incredulous to be offended. âYou mean gargoyles?â
âWhatever. Besides, Hagan wonât kill me. Heâs too much of a coward.â
âI hate to break it to you, Harrington, but cowards are dangerous too.â
âNot Tommyâs kind of cowardâ Harrington says. âNot to me.â He wonders about the surety in his voice. Does he think Hagan still has feelings for him? Ex-boyfriends can be the worst kind of assholes. Hell hath no fury like a man scorned. Harrington gives him a look, like he knows exactly what heâs thinking. âHeâs a bully and an asshole, but he doesnât have the guts,â he insists. âHeâs no Hargrove.â
Eddie sneers. âHargrove. The guyâs a fucking psycho.â
âTell me about it,â Harrington says dryly. He finally looks at Eddie, eyes him up and down. Eddie could take him, honestly, heâs scrappy and Hagan wasnât lying when he said everyone knows Harrington canât win a fight. Pair that with the concussion heâs sporting, and itâd probably take a love tap to take him down. But he doesnât want to.Â
âYouâre probably better off without Hagan anyway,â he offers helpfully. It doesnât work, just makes Harrington look like a kicked puppy, damaged and sad and cold. It makes Eddie want to take him in as one of his little lost sheep, honestly, which is an impulse he pushes far, far down. Abdicated or not, a king is no fit for a freakâs friend. Even if he and Byers have been pretty friendly.Â
âI know,â he says. âBut he was still my friend, you know? Like, the first one I ever had. Maybe thatâs why it took me so long to realize.â
He doesnât know what to say to that. Thereâs an awkward silence, where Harrington turns his focus back to the mirror. Eddie clears his throat and tries to lighten the mood. âSo, you and ByersâŚâ
The look he receives could make the Demogorgon shake in his boots. âDonât you have a class to fail or something? You should probably go to that beforeââ
The bell interrupts Harrington perfectly, and he snaps his mouth shut. Eddie snorts.Â
âThink itâs a little late for that, but I know a dismissal when I see one. See you around, Harrington.â
âYeah, yeah, whatever. Hey, rememberââ
âI know,â he calls behind him, striding for the door. âMutually assured destruction!â
Leaving the bathroom feels like being reborn a whole new man. He swears the air is cleaner than it ever was before he went in. His last glance behind himself shows Harrington looking in the mirror, no sign of moving as the door shuts.Â
As heâs walking to his next class, he spies Wheeler and Byers huddled together, whispering. They look worried.Â
They both startle when he speaks. âIf youâre looking for Harrington,â he says quietly, stopping next to them, âcheck the smoke bathroom, by the band hall. I think heâs still in there.â
Wheelerâs brows furrow, but Byers gives him a nod, already moving. Eddie moves along as Wheeler shoots him a quick look of gratitude before following, books hugged to her chest.Â
Eddie doesnât know whatâs going on between the three of them, but he kind of wants to now, especially considering Harringtonâs non-answer when he asked. He doubts Wheeler is a cover-up, not after her and Harringtonâs breakup and the quiet, lovey-dovey honeymoon phase she and Byers seem to be having. The one that kind of seems to tear Harrington to pieces sometimes, even as he sits with them and walks to class with them and even hangs out with them outside of school, if Jeff really saw the three of them at the diner together last week. Maybe Steve Harringtonâs a secret masochist.
Then he remembers the bruise yellowing around his eye, the weird tension he has with the guy who beat him up last year. The way he damn near begged Hagan to beat his ass in the bathroom. Not so secret, then.Â
Whatever. Itâs none of Eddieâs business. Heâs gonna soil his reputation if he keeps focusing on Hawkins royalty like this. Never mind the way Harringtonâs soiled his own reputation enough. So what if King Steve isnât king anymore? Heâs still just another pretty face.Â
A pretty face, with nice arms and big eyes and thighs. And heâs queer, and doesnât seem like the kind of closeted that would have the usual jock shove him away after getting a blowie. Shit.
His lungs itch for the cigarette he never got to smoke. Too bad the bathroom is occupied.
#eddie munson#steve harrington#tommy hagan#post s2#jock on jock violence au#stommy#onesided steddie#implied stoncy#this is the closest i ever came to finishing something if i ever write a beginning it's going on ao3#we stay billy bashing đŞ#are tommy and billy fucking? up to interpretation#i fully believe eddie would crouch on the toilet to smoke like a fucking gremlin#stranger things fanfic
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Quick psa for everyone,
Writing fanfiction for black butler is actually super fun and a great time! You should do it!
More people should do it!
#pls Iâm begging you#i need more content#I have wrung Ao3 dry#I would say give me recs but I honestly think Iâve read everything worth reading đĽ˛#sometimes posting my fanfics feels like putting drops of water into a dried up puddle#letâs make it an ocean again â#WE MUST STICK TOGETHER AND STAY ALIVE IN THESE TRYING TIMES#meaning the hiatus#black butler#kuroshitsuji#sebastian michaelis#ciel phantomhive#black butler fanfiction#my post
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The three heads of the dragon
#asoiaf#asoiaf fanart#a song of ice and fire#jon snow#daenerys targaryen#aegon targaryen#f!aegon#faegon#young griff#listen#I donât care if heâs really aegon or not#it would be so cool if it was the three of them#in a little relationship you know#jon x daenerys x aegon#I read all of the fanfic about them on ao3#at least 20 times#something something#the three most hated things in Targaryen history being girls#dark haired targs#and blackfires#aka bastards#the last theee Targaryens are exactly that#that post was so good#I donât remember who wrote it tho#you should find it in Jonâs tag#or Dany and aegon too I think#i love that idea#digital fan art#digital fanart#I yapped to much tumblr was like no more tags bestie
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âWhat do you want to be when you grow up?â
Steve hums as he feels the weight of the question settle in his chest, smiles though as his boyfriend wiggles closer. Cold feet brush against his calves, even colder toes wiggling as they start to leech all of his warmth. Steve shrugs though, a syrupy sort of slowness to his movement as he yawns.
ââM dunno,â Steve finally responds. It earns him a huff of hot air against his shoulder, before he can feel Eddie nip a bite into the skin where his neck and shoulder meet. Eddie kisses the sore spot, but Steve can feel the smile thatâs only just barely hidden.
Like itâs a secret just for him and him alone.
âYou have to know,â Eddieâs voice is scratchy- just enough that Steve wants to try to search for the bottle of water thatâs somewhere amongst all of the bedsheets. Steve blindly kicks his free leg out, the one that hasnât been stolen by Eddie- and he grins when Eddie whines, before one of Eddieâs legs curls around his and tugs. âStay still.â
âSorry, baby.â Steve presses a kiss to the top of Eddieâs curls, and Eddie huffs out a soft and only slightly indignant noise. âWhat do you want to be when you grow up?â
âA famous rockstar,â Eddieâs fingers are cold as they press into Steveâs arm, and Steve hums all soft again as Eddie rolls. His back is pressed flush to Steveâs front, and Steve smiles as he hears the soft âpingâ as Eddie takes his rings off. Thereâs a little dish that sits on Steveâs nightstand for that very purpose, only so Eddie doesnât have to sleep in the things. âTouring the world and all that.â
Steve hums again, presses a soft kiss to the very back of Eddieâs neck- and relishes in the tiny little shiver heâs granted. Presses another one, and it earns him a grumble as Eddie shifts backwards a bit. Eddie turns his head to catch Steveâs eyes in the early morning light, and Steve canât help but smile when his eyes meet Eddieâs.
Itâs too early, really, the sun beginning to bleed a bit over the horizon. Yellow-orange light a hair too bright over the skyline, and Eddieâs eyes go a sort of chocolate brown because of it. Steveâs not sure if itâs too early to tell Eddie he loves him. It most likely is, if only because Eddie and Steve havenât been together for more than a couple of weeks.
He wants too though. Wants to tell Eddie all sorts of things- how heâs loved him for a while. How it was easy to fall in love with himâ a sort of thing that was easy and then immediate because he fell all at once. He doesnât want to scare Eddie away though, thatâs the thing.
Doesnât want to tell Eddie that heâs the first thing that Steve thinks of in the morning. Doesnât want to admit that he wishes heâd never left Eddie and Dustin alone. Doesnât want to admit that he holds himself accountable for the scars that now disfigure Eddieâs skin. Doesnât want to admit that he thinks heâll regret that for the rest of his days.
Itâs easier to admit little things.
That he knows just how Eddie takes his coffee in the morning, with too much sugar and just a little bit of milk. That he knows that Eddie loves DnD and fell into it because of his home life from back when Eddie still lived with his parents. That he knows he is Eddieâs first real boyfriend, and if Steve has anything to say⌠heâll also be his last.
But he wants. Oh how he wants. He wants to be able to tell Eddie just how much Steve loves him. Wants to equate Eddie to all the good things that happen to be in Steveâs life. Wants to explain that while Robin is part of his soul, heâs pretty sure that Eddie is his soulmate in every universe. Itâs a lot, he knows that, Steve has always been a lot.
But he⌠Steve wants to be enough for Eddie.
He doesnât know how to answer the question in all honesty- because⌠well.
âWhat do you wanna be when you grow up, sweet thing?â Eddieâs turned back around in his arms, and Steve smiles a little bit wider when Eddie is pressing a soft kiss against his jaw. Eddie presses another one against the corner of Steveâs mouth, and it earns the older teen an even wider smile as Steve sighs all soft and syrupy again. âMhm?â
âDunno.â Steve shrugs, and he trails one of his hands up Eddieâs back. Cradles a wide splayed hand against the back of Eddieâs skull, twists his fingers into his curls as gently as he can. Eddie is smiling, a little knowing twist to his lips that Steve wants to kiss away. So he does.
Presses his lips sweet and saccharine to Eddieâs, tries to explain all he can by the touch itself. Eddie is recipient, because of course he is- and Steveâs chest fills with a sort of warmth he can feel all the way down to his toes. Eddieâs wiggling closer, a cold line against his body as he tries to pull all of Steveâs warmth into himself.
Yours, his soul cries. Let me be yours.
âWhat do you want to be when you grow up?â Eddie asks again, words whispered right against Steveâs bottom lip. Eddieâs eyes go warmer in the still bright light, the sun turning all gooey and soft as it continues to breach the skyline. âCâmon and tell me, please?â
âWanna be yours.â Steve admits.
âYeah?â Eddieâs grinning as he presses another little kiss onto Steveâs bottom lip. Steve hums as Eddieâs teeth catch it, a little heat behind the nice. It burns, twists and writhes in Steveâs chest. âYou wanna be mine, sweet thing?â
âYeah,â Steve breathes, eyes blinking open and revealing blown pupils. âWanna be yours.â
Eddie hums, all soft and syrupy, a mimic to how Steve knows he sounded earlier. Eddie leans just a bit forward, scraping teeth against Steveâs jaw. Soothes the burn the bite leaves behind with a small kiss, and Steve hums himself.
âYou already are, sweet thing.â Eddie promises, and Steve nods into Eddieâs neck as the older teen pulls him closer. âMine, hm? That what you wanna be?â
âYours, just⌠just yours.â Steve agrees.
Eddie smiles, eyes all dangerous and a little too warm- before he guides Steveâs mouth back to his. Steve lets himself be kissed, easily relents to being tucked into Eddieâs embrace. It shouldnât be as comforting as it is, but oh how it is.
The sun is bright and blazing when Eddie finally pulls away, lips kissed all pink and just a little bit swollen. Steve smiles as he watches as Eddieâs tongue flicks out to swipe against his bottom lip. Eddie hums, sweet and soft, before he is careful as he cradles Steveâs jaw in his hands. Eddie leans down and presses one, two, three kisses quick right to Steveâs mouth- before he pulls away with a uncharacteristically shy smile on his lips.
âI wanna be yours too, sweet thing.â
Steveâs grin widens as he pulls Eddie down again.
#angeldreamsoffanfic#steddie#steddie ficlet#steddie fanfic#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve x eddie#stranger things#stranger things ficlet#steve harrington x eddie munson#idk what this is#mentally thereâs smut that comes after this#if yâall want i can regurgitate the smut onto paper but it would get posted on ao3#it would specifically be soft dom eddie and subby steve having morning fun times#also the one-two-three kisses is how my partners and i say ily to each other#fun little easter egg for u
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Okay, breaking my principles hiatus again for another fanfic rant despite my profound frustration w/ Tumblr currently:
I have another post and conversation on DW about this, but while pretty much my entire dash has zero patience with the overtly contemptuous Hot Fanfic Takes, I do pretty often see takes on Fanfiction's Limitations As A Form that are phrased more gently and/or academically but which rely on the same assumptions and make the same mistakes.
IMO even the gentlest, and/or most earnest, and/or most eruditely theorized takes on fanfiction as a form still suffer from one basic problem: the formal argument does not work.
I have never once seen a take on fanfiction as a form that could provide a coherent formal definition of what fanfiction is and what it is not (formal as in "related to its form" not as in "proper" or "stuffy"). Every argument I have ever seen on the strengths/weaknesses of fanfiction as a form vs original fiction relies to some extent on this lack of clarity.
Hence the inevitable "what about Shakespeare/Ovid/Wide Sargasso Sea/modern takes on ancient religious narratives/retold fairy tales/adaptation/expanded universes/etc" responses. The assumptions and assertions about fanfiction as a form in these arguments pretty much always should apply to other things based on the defining formal qualities of fanfic in these arguments ("fanfiction is fundamentally X because it re-purposes pre-existing characters and stories rather than inventing new ones" "fanfiction is fundamentally Y because it's often serialized" etc).
Yet the framing of the argument virtually always makes it clear that the generalizations about fanfic are not being applied to Real Literature. Nor can this argument account for original fics produced within a fandom context such as AO3 that are basically indistinguishable from fanfic in every way apart from lacking a canon source.
At the end of the day, I do not think fanfic is "the way it is" because of any fundamental formal qualitiesâafter all, it shares these qualities with vast swaths of other human literature and art over thousands of years that most people would never consider fanfic. My view is that an argument about fanfic based purely on form must also apply to "non-fanfic" works that share the formal qualities brought up in the argument (these arguments never actually apply their theories to anything other than fanfic, though).
Alternately, the formal argument could provide a definition of fanfic (a formal one, not one based on judgment of merit or morality) that excludes these other kinds of works and genres. In that case, the argument would actually apply only to fanfic (as defined). But I have never seen this happen, either.
So ultimately, I think the whole formal argument about fanfic is unsalvageably flawed in practice.
Realistically, fanfiction is not the way it is because of something fundamentally derived from writing characters/settings etc you didn't originate (or serialization as some new-fangled form, lmao). Fanfiction as a category is an intrinsically modern concept resulting largely from similarly modern concepts of intellectual property and auteurship (legally and culturally) that have been so extremely normalized in many English-language media spaces (at the least) that many people do not realize these concepts are context-dependent and not universal truths.
Fanfic does not look like it does (or exist as a discrete category at all) without specifically modern legal practices (and assumptions about law that may or may not be true, like with many authorial & corporate attempts to use the possibility of legal threats to dictate terms of engagement w/ media to fandom, the Marion Zimmer Bradley myth, etc).
Fanfic does not look like it does without the broader fandom cultures and trends around it. It does not look like it does without the massive popularity of various romance genres and some very popular SF/F. It does not look like it does without any number of other social and cultural forces that are also extremely modern in the grand scheme of things.
The formal argument is just so completely ahistorical and obliviously presentist in its assumptions about art and generally incoherent that, sure, it's nicer when people present it politely, but it's still wrong.
#this is probably my most pretentious fanfiction defense squad post but it's difficult to express in other terms#like. people talking about ao3 house style (not always by name but clearly referring to it) as a result of fanfic as a form#and not the social/cultural effect of ao3 as a fandom space#you don't get ao3 house style without ao3 itself and you don't get ao3 without strikethrough and livejournal etc#and you don't get those without authors and corporations trying to exercise control over fic based on law (often us law) & myths about law#and you don't get those without distinctly modern concepts of intellectual property and copyright#none of those things have fuck all to do with form!#anghraine rants#fanfiction#general fanwank#long post#thinking about this partly because the softer & gentler versions of fanfic discourse keep crossing my dash#and partly because i've written like 30 pages about a playwright i adore who was just not very good at 'original fiction' as we'd define it#both his major works are ... glorified rpf in our context but splendid tragedies in his#and the idea of categorizing /anything/ in that era by originality of conception rather than comedy/tragedy/etc would be buckwild#ivory tower blogging#anghraine's meta
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i want to share one of the stupidest plot point ideas i have ever written down for a fanfic in my history of fanfic writing.
so everyone knows those "oh shit im THAT character now??"/"OH MY GOD IM IN THE WORLD OF [INSERT BOOK/SHOW]" fanfics, right?
well, one of my favorite things i've ever written for one of those fanfics was this:
two people, one kid and one adult, were reincarnated into a superhero manga world (idk why im being vague about it lol but i think a lot of the people who stumble across this post would figure it out sooner or later). they had nothing in common but the fact they were reincarnated here together (and that they were being used as pawns for a war between two reincarnation hosting deities but that's another story for later) but they had to find some type of unique code that they would remember because there was a shape shifting villain on the loose and they were realizing a lot of their codes were easier to figure than they thought.
they go through everything before realizing they're both extremely into nerdcore rap. so they just decide, "hey, since we're in this universe, what if we use lyrics from the raps about this universe? it'll totally be unique and won't backfire at all!"
it backfired. majorly. if i had to describe it in a chekov like way, i accidentally placed a gun upon the mantel and then took it off just to show it off but accidentally shot two bullets into the wall while i was at it.
they screamed at each other lyrics that contained wordplay based on the identity of a supervillain that they were absolutely not supposed to mention until later on in the series. they destroyed one of the biggest reveals in the series (in series obviously, the out of series reaction was why they forgot it was so big.) just by a silly line.
so yeah that was funny especially as the aftermath of them realizing they also just wrecked their own reveals that they were from another world (they expected it to be emotional, tender, and heart-warming) with that line and then arguing over who wrecked the reveal.
#fanfic#anime and manga#heroes and villains#nerdcore#nerdcore raps#reincarnation#isekai#would post this fanfic on ao3#yeah its obvious#mha#bnha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#dabi's dance#they ruined dabi's dance#lmaooooo#shitpost#bla bla bla#sleep deprived ramblings#screaming into the tumblr void#if anybody's wondering what the rap the line was from#blue flame#shwabadi#ty wild
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Not to be horny on main but seeing people writing fanfiction!Aziraphale with insecurities about his weight makes me so sad cause I know it's unfortunately based on reality but then I see Crowley's reaction to Aziraphale's body and I'm like yes gurl you're absolutely right I agree with Crowley's sentiment wholeheartedly, get it.
#he's all like âcan i please suffocate myself in your thighsâ#âwhy would i be mad there's more of you to cuddleâ#there's two types of people and smh Crowley's both#and i relate 10000%#i love the inclusivity of good omens fandom#it's not often you get characters who can stand our projecting asses#and i think it's beautiful#they make everyone feel seen#thank you neil gaiman#good omens#david tennant#michael sheen#crowley#aziraphale#crowley x aziraphale#good omens fanfiction#itsscottiesstark posts#ineffable husbands#good omens fanfic#good omens fic#fanfiction#fanfic#fic#ao3#good omens ao3#good omens inclusivity#aziraphale fanfic#crowley fanfiction#Aziraphale fanfiction#crowley fanfic
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the problem with posting a second chapter of something on ao3 is that it seems like no one cares. on the first chapter, you might get kudos and subscriptions and bookmarks if you're lucky, and then on the second chapter you only see the hit counter go up and not much else and it's disheartening even if you know the rationale behind it.
anyway, please comment on fics you like, even if you only say "second kudos!" I promise it will make a ton of difference to many writers
#ao3#ao3 writer#writeblr#fanfiction#fanfic writing#it's been a while since I posted a second chapter of something so I'd forgotten how it felt#at least on tumblr you can get one like per chapter#on ao3 there is just one kudos#(obviously I would love if people took the time to comment/reblog instead of just liking fics on tumblr too)#anyway I am a fragile soul#treat me gently
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"There's something else here, I just know it!"
Charlie clutches at her hair, frustration dripping as she stares down the two men before her. The others stand by the bar behind her, waiting to see how this interaction goes down. Vaggie stands by her side, her rock amidst the chaos, because she's just about had it with the two. They've met for barely a week, and yet they acted like they hated each other for decades. Each interaction conveyed a message laced with a bitter venom she could not understand, and she's just SO TIRED of all the secrets, especially ones that threatened to wreck the hotel every few hours!
"So what is it?! Why do you two hate each other so much??? You act like you've known each other for centuries and Im DONE with being kept in the dark!"
Her horns protrude, flames flaring from her hair as she levels the two with a glare. The demonic form has her girlfriend clutching tighter at her arm, and her friends backing up behind the bar.
The objects of her current irritation deflated a bit at her anger, though not without sneaking hate filled gazes at the other.
"Its nothing, Charl-"
"NO.", her voice reverberated across the walls. "Dad, I would normally not interfere with anyone's past, but not if that past hurts the hotel, hurts my people. Angel could have gotten so much more than a broken leg if I didn't step in."
Said spider flinches imperceptibly at the mention of his name. Even when he wasn't the one being scolded, Charlie could be terrifying when she wanted to be.
"You two have a past. What. Is. It."
Lucifer, for the first time since this started, visibly lost his composure, seeming at a lost for words.
"I- we.. W-we were-"
"Lovers..."
Silence, as everyone turned their gazes to the Radio Demon.
They...had to have misheard? Right?
But Alastor continued, turning his head away, smile and eyes unreadable.
"We were lovers."
Lucifer winces ever so slightly at the past tense, hurt(and guilt?) filling his eyes, before an irritated huff breaks out of his lips.
"I already told you, I-"
"It doesn't matter."
"It DOES! If you would just let me-!"
"It was all in the past, it matters not anymore, nor will it ever matter again. Apologies for the undesirable behavior, dear Charlotte, i'll try to keep damages to a minimum for the foreseeable future."
"Wait, Alastor-!"
But Alastor had already melted to the shadows, the King's black tipped claws clutching at thin air where he'd stood. His hands shook, closing into a fist as he tried to even his breathing. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips, dragging a hand down his face. Without another word, he too vanished in a swirl of red, leaving the residents of the hotel gaping at their absence.
Charlie- whose demon form long receded- stood processing what just happened. A hand made it way to her mouth, as she leaned into her girlfriend for support.
This...wasn't what she expected.
Its like she could start to see now; all the hurt buried behind each venomous gaze, all the regret laced with each bitter word. Something was broken, and they kept cutting themselves as they wielded each shard as its deadly weapon.
Oh hells, how was she supposed to fix this??
".......this is so worth getting my leg broken."
Husk turned a baleful, yet fond glare at the spider demon who chose to 'very subtly' break the silence that enveloped the room.
"What???? I live for the drama, sue me!"
#bloopnik writing#radioapple#appleradio#duckiedeer#when pride meets pride#idk if im gonna continue this#would be a nice character practice for when i write out my Angelic Alastor AU in the summer#brain had a sudden thought so i wrote it out as quickly as possible before it vanished#maybe I'll start posting on ao3 too but not so big on confidence lmaoo#idk just random inspiration#hazbin hotel#alastor#hazbin hotel fandom#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin lucifer#lucifer morningstar#alastor hazbin#lucifer x alastor#alastor the radio demon#lucifer#charlie morningstar#angel dust#husker#husk#hazbin hotel fanfiction#fanfic#writing#writers on tumblr#fic#Spawn of the Sun AU
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You're the Risk I Want to Take
Oh... hello! well, no sunday snippet from me today, also because it's not Sunday anymore, but I do have something else to offer?
Inspired by a prompt by the amazing @dreamyelectronicmusic and after a month of teasing it (sorry about that) I give you: Chapter 1 of the editorial assistant AU (WIP, part 1/3, rated M)
When Simon, an editorial assistant at one of Swedenâs most prominent commercial publishing houses, stumbles upon a manuscript sent in by a mysterious W. Viklund, he doesnât expect it to be any good. He certainly doesnât expect to fall in love with it, or that the author is kind, and funny, and witty and keeps distracting him from his work.
Read it here on ao3
#maybe 1 am on a sunday night isn't the best time to post this#but formatting it took like. so much longer than i thought it would so we'll deal with it i guess#this is also bc ao3 kept fucking me over#but it's here!!!!#young royals#yr fanfic#yr fic#yr fanfiction#young royals fanfiction#young royals fanfic#young royals fic#young royals archive#wilmon#wilmon fanfiction#prince wilhelm#wilhelm eriksson now?#simon eriksson#you're the risk i want to take#editorial assistant au
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