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whysamwhy123 · 3 months

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HALLEJUAH!! I REMEMBERED HOW TO ACTUALLY FINISH WRITING SOMETHING FOR A CHANGE!!

Of course, it's not any of the fics I wanted to finish. I went back to what is essentially my bread-and-butter now and wrote a short-ish, random OrangeHook fluff. But considering how much writing's been a struggle as of late, I'm just glad that I successfully finished something. I was back in one of those stretches where I couldn't seem to write much of anything. And this fic isn't about their age difference or Hook being a cuddlebug, so...progress?

Unless I decide I completely hate it (which is always a possibility) expect something to drop on Valentine's Day, tis the season, after all.

#What is wrong with you Sam you should not be allowed to write #Small victories you know?#Will I ever get sick of OrangeHook?? Apparently not #Can't even remember the last time they interacted on screen but that ain't stopping my brain LOL #On a more serious note - I really do hope that I can get back into the swing of things and make some real progress #On the bigger fics I want to work on #I want to finish the messy angst OrangeHook fic at some point even if it's unlikely to appeal to anyone #Annnnnd deep down in my cold dead heart I still wanna make an honest attempt at that DG Dead Dove fic #Even though that would be even more unappealing + a huge undertaking because that bitch would be loooooooooong #Also I had a slightly less angsty OrangeHook idea recently about them having their first fight and I wanna write that too for some reason #And there's still a part of me that really wants to continue Business/Pleasure because I have soooo many ideas for that AU #But that would require me to get over my inability to write smut #And I don't know how to do that (would appreciate any advice on that if you've got some...)#But at the same time I don't wanna beat myself up for not being able to write much - if anything - most days #This is a hobby after all - it's supposed to be fun #There ain't no deadline and it's not like I'm letting anybody down #Just gotta do at my own place #And write whatever absolute trash I want to write 😈#My tags are always so obsessive like SHUT THE FUCK UP SAM #But if you've actually read all these - hey. Thanks. Love ya 😘

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ghostbsuter · 2 days

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He'd moved to metropolis on a whim.

The city was big, he's earning good money via commissioned things (most people come to him for cosplay actually, who knew that knowing how to build a sci-fi gun that doesn't even work would be this wanted??) and he's got a nice apartment!

Superman and Supergirl were the active heroes, he didn't need to involve himself anymore with the world of heroes, he would continue as a civilian. It was better this way.

So how come LexLuthor, of all people, what is his luck?, sends him an invitation to LexCorp AND once declined, seemed to have created some sort of energy absorbing weapon that directly zoomed in on his immediate whenever around?

Civilian life is one thing.

Being rescued via Super for the 9th time is another.

"Hey Danny." Supergirl grins, they're floating to the side as Superman deals with Lex.

"Hey, Supergirl." Danny replies with a sigh, holding his bag.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc prompt #METROPOLIS #we love superman and supergirl #superboy has definitely saved danny once as well #hear me out #danny is metropolis own version of tim drake #he is well known in conventions #and for actually bigger companies that work with eco friendly stuff #or trying to save nature #lex luthor went from i want him (worker) to i want him (test subject)

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gascreates · 1 month

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^^ infectious

#i now desire to read sickfics #this is an old sketch that i colored cuz i was dying to feel productive #depression and executive dysfunction are joining forces against me #i fight back by finishing something fast so i can feel accomplished for a bit #then maybe i can work on the bigger pieces/comics i want to get through #or maybe *gasp* work on a FIC #wouldn't that be crazy #atla #zuko

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bizarrelittlemew · 6 months

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calling it right now that season 3 starts like this

#so confused about people saying the season finale feels like the end because to me it didn't at all #there's like 5-10 issues immediately set up for another season #they're in a happy place at this point because they've both realized their love is bigger than anything else #and makes it worth working on their problems together #the problems are still very much there #both of them have deep self esteem/self loathing issues that haven't been resolved in the week since ed woke up #ed doesn't know about stede's trauma #they haven't talked through anything #and they'll be shit at starting/running an inn lmao it's not gonna go well #and those are just some of the internal issues #then there's prince ricky and all the authorities that would very much like to get their hands on both blackbeard and stede bonnet #because stede just full-on kept using his government name after faking his death. nice one #the crew are not “gone” they're more like off to college for a bit but will probably run into trouble immediately #again because while they escaped to the ship they didn't eliminate the threat (the british empire)#it's not a forever goodbye #ok this got super long already anyway i have a whole fic marinading in my brain until i've finished these 4 wips i'm in the middle of ✌️#hope we get a renewal soon because i want to see the rest of their story!!#ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd s2 #ofmd #our flag means death

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hailsatanacab · 3 months

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Are you still doing the wip ask game? If so, can i ask about number 5?

I love this one and I'm so embarrassed that it's still a wip oh no!!!! This should have been completed a long time ago to celebrate hitting 1,000 followers but uh... it sorta snowballed into way more than I thought it would and this cute little oneshot is now way more than that. Whoops.

It started as a @stealingyourbones prompt that I added on to, which you can read here! Then I posted a wee little wip wednesday sneak peek, and this snippet (is it still a snippet if it's over 1k words?) carries on from there :)

👻🦇👻

Danny doesn’t join him for what is, unexpectedly, a pretty great meal.

“Holy shit, you guys,” he murmurs, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "You’re missing out.”

“Come on, Jay, it can’t be as good as the Big Bat Deluxe.” Dick whines in his ear. “You love those.”

“No, I love the Red Hot Hood Bites. That’s all I get at Bat Burger, and don’t let me hear you telling the others that I get anything else.”

“Please, Jason, don’t think we don’t have everyone’s BB order on file, who do you think you’re talking to?”

“Fuck off, Timbits. Go eat at Red Robin.”

“Hey, fuck you!”

Jason elects to tune out the ensuing list of threats in favour of finishing his burger. He’s heard them all before and he’s like 80% sure that Tim won’t actually hide his body in a Red Robin—if only because it wouldn’t take the World’s Greatest Detective to figure out who did it and he'd be so deep in the fucking shit that he may as well join Jason.

Aside from the food (seriously, that sauce! He’s going to need to rustle up a copycat or something, he can’t leave here without a recipe), the Nasty Burger is a pretty sad affair.

It’s a little run down, the vinyl covers on the seats peeling and suspiciously sticky, and incredibly quiet. The only other people around are the two teens behind the counter, bored and on their phones, and two kids, probably around Danny’s age, sitting in the corner quietly arguing amongst themselves. There’s an ungodly amount of food in front of them, but only the guy seems to be eating.

Jason sighs and looks at the rapidly cooling Supremely Nasty Meal meant for Danny. Taking a few of the fries won’t hurt, will it?

He peels the paper bag away from the greasy mess and digs in. Huh, they really skimped on his lot, there’s only like half a carton in here.

“So, you gonna bring us back something or are we going to have to starve?”

“Haven’t decided yet.”

“What a shame,” Timbo starts, with a theatrical air, “for I am still trying to decide whether or not to tell you everything I’ve learnt about the Fentons. Perhaps we could come to some sort of arrangement?”

“You finally made yourself useful and got through those firewalls?”

“Yeah, once I managed to get my hands on a native laptop. It’s weird, but whatever was keeping out my tech lets anything bought directly from Amity in. Having such localised security—to the point where even my stuff can’t penetrate?— is beyond strange. I don’t like it.”

Jason leans back, and reaches for Danny’s milkshake, finding it surprisingly light when he lifts it up. Seriously, what is with the half portions here? He turns round and glares at the spotty teen behind the counter, who doesn’t look up from his phone. Whatever. It's not like Danny’s going to drink it anyway.

Looks like the two kids in the corner have made up, if their stifled laughter is anything to go by. Most of their own food is gone now, too, so perhaps the real reason it’s called the Nasty Burger is because they stiff you on the food.

“This place is weird.” says Dick, in a rare case of being right.

“You don’t know the half of it…” Tim sighs but doesn’t offer up anything else.

Jason’s been trying his best to ignore it.

The weirdness, that is.

There’s an electrical charge in the air so strong it almost feels like he’s swimming through static. Each breath makes his steps bounce like he’s walking on the moon. If he turns too quickly, if he stands up too fast, his head spins like he's breathing too much oxygen.

No matter what Tim thinks he knows, it’s not the full weirdness of Amity Park, Jason's sure about that. Being here itches under his skin, and he resolves not to delve any deeper into it. Not with the way the green swims on the edges of his vision.

The sooner they figure out what’s happening here, the better.

“What’s your price?”

“Two Supremes and a six pack of Nasty Nuggies. Cake shake with two shots of espresso.”

Jason rolls his eyes as Dick splutters in concern.

“Shake and espresso? Tim, you have a problem.”

“It’s just a frappuccino. There’s no difference.”

“Then get a frappuccino.”

“I want a shake.”

“Then there's a difference! And the difference is that Alfred will kill us for enabling you!”

“As riveting as watching Timberly’s mental and physical wellbeing disappear before our very eyes is, what’s your info?”

“The same for me, please!” Dick butts in, yet again. “Except with a coke instead, because I’m normal.”

Both Tim and Jason snort.

“Yeah, not gonna touch that. Tim, info, come on.”

“Alright, alright. Hey, so, what’s your favourite thing about being adopted?”

“Tim, I swear to God, if you don’t get to the point right now, I’ll—”

“You’re right! It’s that none of us are actually related to you.”

“And yet somehow, I’m still stuck with you all. Point, Tim, get to it.”

He grabs the burger meant for Danny and begins to unwrap it. If he has to listen to Tim being all smug about whatever he’s found out, he’s doing it with a burger in hand.

“Did you know that Willis Todd’s Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather was a Nightingale?”

“What’s a Nightingale? Aside from the obvious.”

“A Nightingale is about two generations away from becoming a Fenton.”

“Oh, what the fuck? You cannot be serious!”

“Serious as a cake shake with two espressos in it.”

“No, my… Someone ate my other fucking burger!”

Danny’s burger has a huge, bite-sized chunk taken out of it. Literal teeth marks in the bun. A slice of tomato slops limply onto the table, painting his shirt with splatters of weak tomato juice, the red half moon taunting him. Sauce dribbles out mournfully.

The two kids in the corner are staring openly now, faces red with how hard they’re laughing.

Jason sinks into his chair with a groan.

This fucking town.

Is this how they treat outsiders? Take bites of their burgers while they laugh on—but then why only do it to his spare and not both meals? The teenagers behind the counter aren't even paying any attention, so why bother pulling a prank like this if you're not going to—

Danny.

Jason whips his head around as if he can catch the invisible little shit, but just like on the street, there's no sign of him.

Has he been here the whole time, invisibly eating the food Jason offered him? Except the packaging was still perfectly wrapped, the sticker still attached, how in the hell had he managed to eat the burger without damaging it? Did he get to it in the kitchen? Or does he—

“Wait, hold up. What the fuck did you just say?”

#wip game #wink wonk hello hello! this ask gave me the motivation to actually get through work rather than collapse into a puddle and dissolve :)#i'm gonna reblog the wip game post again because i want to work on these and apparently talking about them gets me fired up #like i mean who knew??? who knew that being excited and telling someone about something makes you want to work on it more?#i really need to think of an actual title for this huh #but lbr i have a long way to go before this needs a title. this fic is really snowballing - like i love that but also holy shit #so much bigger than i thought it'd be 😬#ain't that always the way #anyway thank you so much for the ask!!#love you guys #oh shit my writing tag #hailsatanacrab🦀🦀writes #it took me a while to remember where the crabs go :(

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benevolenterrancy · 4 months

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AND IT'S COMPLETED! Last chapter finally posted!

The Torchwood team manages to get themselves dumped into the middle of the Korean War and have to struggle their way through injuries, medical staff, time anomalies, demon hunters, and more general confusion than even they're used to dealing with on the regular in order to find a way home.

Meanwhile the MASH crew get a bunch of British spooks who just may win for being the weirdest patients they've ever had, and that's saying a lot.

#torchwood #mash #mash 4077 #fanfiction #normally i only post when i start a new fic but by god i've been working on this one long enough that i want to celebrate finishing it #i am very satisfied with how it turned out and it was beyond fun to write - i really needed something this kooky when i started writing it #and going through afterwards to edit and get all the pieces lined up was an excellent way to unwind #and against all expectations there are actual people reading it? which stuns me? i thought this was going to be a For Me Myself And I sort #of crossover #so to everyone who has ALSO been reading and commenting: thank you - you sustain me you're magical people i am giving you all little kisses #also the number of people who only know one of the franchises or the other... wow i'm so flattered you'd try reading a whole crossover for #series you don't even know #hopefully it was easy enough to follow even without knowing hte other show bc both of them have such bigger cumbersome casts...#for anyone interested who is a MASH Exclusive sort of person - they finally show up in chpt3 #it takes a minute for them to get there but i promise you that they do and they get to cause all sorts of problems on purpose

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the-real-couchrat · 28 days

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Posting some mini art tutorials while I work on some bigger projects.

First we have Darceus Alamastern, created by @toothpastecanyon in Unto Dust

And last (but not least) we have Nxlar the Antithetical, made by @gnomewithalaptop in Transcendence AU dash simulator and also appeared in The Comfort of Agony chapter 8

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void-pitcher · 8 months

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i LOVE how much you can see edgeworth's influence on klavier. klavier talks about finding the truth the way he does. klavier helps find the truth and doesnt look to win like he does. klavier doesnt treat defense attorneys like the enemy like he does. edgeworth took the long way, learning for himself what being a good prosecutor means and how the court should work then ensured the next generation didnt have to.

#all these fics showing klavier meeting edgeworth after aa4 r so wrong im sorry #like!!! he straight up repeats edgeworths exact ideology multiple times!!!!!!#and maybe it was just by watching edgeworths old tapes but honestly? thats bullshit ur honor #no ones gonna indite their brother from old courtroom tapes #just. if u watch closely u can see phoenixs influence on apollo grow more and more yet from the beginning u can see edgeworths influence on #klavier. its a direct opposite to how it worked in the first three games of how phoenixs drive for the truth was there since his first case #but edgeworth had to learn it over the course of the first game #that coupled with phoenix talking abt how the next generation must be ushered in and how he cant stand in the way of that but can guide the #paints such a picture in my mind that aa5 effectively ruined #it brings to mind how the creator didnt want phoenix is the second trilogy and was forced into it by capcom much like how capcom forced the #next group of creators to make phoenix a much bigger roll in aa5 than he was in aa4 #its so fascinating #edgeworth clearly doesnt blame klavier for phoenixs disbarment and neither does phoenix #phoenix doesnt blame anyone but himself in fact. know that says so much about him that i cannot get into here without filling the tag limit #anyway #ace attorney #ace attorney apollo justice #klavier gavin #aa4 #miles edgeworth

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daddyplasmius · 7 months

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hand on my stupid heart flashbacks

this is a No One Knows AU & Full Hazmat AU where Danny ended up in the Ghost Zone & didn't go back into the human world initially because he thought he was dead. by the time he realized he is, in fact, at least half alive, he'd already been missing for at least 2 weeks. will probs never finish homsh sorry. i wrote this a couple years ago in a haze & just haven't been able to finish it because i can't replicate the style, which i find is what i love about this fic the most. it wouldn't be the same without it. posting the flashback introsーwhich are meant to be read between chapters/the actual plot, starting after chapter 1ーcuz fuck it. excuse typos & shit, i never properly edited it, as i forgot it existed immediately after i wrote it original description of homsh: Danny Fenton has officially been missing for over a year. Maddie & Jack Fenton refuse to give up on their son. Sick and tired of the police running them in circles, and the case getting colder by the day, the Fentons turn to their last resortーPhantom. 800~ words (full unfinished fic is 20k~)

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When Danny woke up surrounded by thick, green fog, and couldn’t breathe without swallowing heavy air that was more like water than anything, he was sure he was dead. The portal glowed behind him, illuminating the pitch darkness around him in soft, yellow, warm light.

He almost went back.

Almost.

He was dead. His parents were ghost hunters. They had drilled into his head from the moment he was born that he could never, ever panic in death. That he would accept it. That he would not be scared. So he would be prepared to be brave in the face of death and would not become a ghost.

He panicked. He did not accept it. He was terrified. And so he woke up in the Ghost Zone.

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Danny went back through the portal when he saw some ectopuses acting… strange. Like they had an idea in their heads. Like they had a plan.

Which was weird, with animal ghosts. He had only been in the Ghost Zoneーmom and dad called it that, he rememberedーfor a couple weeks. Or, he had already been there for two weeks. Or maybe time worked differently and he was there five minutes, or four years orー

The ectopuses went through the portal and, despite everything, Danny went after them.

While he was busy reeling at being home, the ectopuses immediately attacked dad. Danny was horrified. Jack was overwhelmed. Danny stepped in, in a moment fueled by sheer adrenaline and stupidity, snatching a Fenton Thermos™ off a shelf and releasing his shaky invisibility. The ectopuses didn’t stand a chance. And when they were safely in the Thermos, he slowly turned around to dad, ready for the confrontation. Ready for the “what happened to you?” and the “where have you been?” and the “we’ve missed you”.

Dad scrambled to shoot at him.

Danny fled.

His parents didn’t recognize him.

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The Lunch Lady attacked when Danny was mourning Halloween.

He’d waited all year. He made a costume that summer. He wouldn’t get to go trick or treating with Sam and Tucker this year. Or any year. For the rest of his lifeーor existence. Whatever.

The Lunch Lady appeared in the school and demanded in straight fury, “Who changed the menu?”

Everyone pointed at Sam.

Danny hadn’t known just how powerful ghosts could be. His parents never told him the specifics. Just that they were dangerous.

This ghost grew and her aura hit him like a hurricane, almost physically pushing him back. It was so strong that the students in the Casper High cafeteria seemed to feel it too.

The Lunch Lady was a much harder opponent than the ectopuses. She levitated meat. She used it as a weapon, and seemed to bring it back to life. She created weird meat creatures that grew sharp teeth and claws out of bones. They were mindless, attacking everything that got too close to the ghost. Danny would have run away without hesitation, if Sam hadn’t been in the crossfire.

Danny fought the Lunch Lady. It was a long struggle, but he caught her in the thermos after over an hour. When he turned to Sam and Tuckerーboth of whom he had to save due to Tucker trying to jump into the fightーall three of them bloody and bruised, he cringed. But a part of him hoped. Desperately.

Surely they would know him on sight.

“Wh-what are you?” Sam gasped at him finally.

Danny flinched as if she had struck him. “J-just… your friendly neighbourhood phantom.”

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Danny didn’t know what possessed him. Oh. Pun not intended.

He just barely caught the Fentons leaving in the GAV, dragging suitcases behind them. He couldn’t help himself. What on Earth were they doing?

They were going to Vlad Master’s mansion for their college reunion.

It was a whole thing. But something was off. Besides all the adults reminiscing about the 80’s.

Danny sensed ghosts immediately but he couldn’t see anything. Unfortunately for him, Vlad could also sense him. It was two days of Danny staying invisible, and Vladーthe halfa? Is that what Danny is?ーtrying to kill Jack. Somehow, Danny managed to fight off Vlad, not turn back, and without the Fentons getting hurt. His secret intact.

VladーPlasmius, also learned about Phantom. And Vlad hated him. The manーghostーwhatever, seemed to only care about one thingーpossession. Of money. Of things. Of people. He was more ghost than Danny had ever seen. Vlad’s obsession was overwhelming.

Danny couldn’t believe someone so much like himself could be so disturbing.

#danny phantom #danny phantom au #danny phantom fanfiction #you know that gif of the wailing emoji dissolving? :Why:?#yeah that's what i do every time i remember i never finished HOMSH while i still had the style in my brain #feel free to steal this idea. please steal this idea. please write it i wanna see this idea so bad but im already writing another 100k+ fic #if y'all want me to post the full fic i can but. it is not finished & most likely never will be. sorry again #i won't lie. the haze i was in was a depressed one. i was. not in a good place At All when i wrote HOMSH #like the only part i remember actually writing was the panic attack scene & that's just barely #i reread the whole fic in the middle of the night months later while listening to Implode Alright by Built by Snow on repeat #yeah i cried. this one is funny but mostly it's just. mourning. grief. the works. it's a vent fic & also a. kind of. wishful fic #like. don't you just wish death wasn't so permanent. don't you wish you could tell them everything you wish you could #don't you wish you could just see them again #i'm actually writing this into a bigger ventier series currently called Let Grief Do Its Work #cuz i rewatched LUCIDS again recently & remembered what HOMSH was originally about. why i was writing it #i'm not calling it HOMSH cuz. HOMSHie is my baby. it's its own thing & i don't wanna ruin the vibes #reluctantly admitting i call an unfinished fanfic i don't remember writing... HOMSHie baby... in my head #yeah i have a cute nickname for my fic. what of it #it's 5am & i think i'll throw up if i think any more about posting unfinished unedited pieces of a fic so i'm going for it. cowabunga #go into the world. get your 2 notes you beautiful animal #*passes out*

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stevecoven · 7 months

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Scrap of something that might end up in ACJFT, might end up in a oneshot

Murph and Steve are talking about scars.

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"That scout…the one that cut your face. That was me." The weight of the confession drops away like a trapdoor had opened beneath it, and an enormous pit is left behind in his stomach. He waits, glancing fearfully out of the corner of his eye, to see what response Murph will fill the void with.

They stare at him like they already knew. Maybe they'd smelled the guilt on him months ago, and they'd just been waiting for him to finally come clean. Or maybe they hadn’t known, just guessed. Either way they didn't look surprised at his revelation. Their scar is dark and deep against skin washed pale by the firelight. He can see the chunk missing in their nose and his own skin can’t help but crawl - with what? Sympathy? Remorse? Is this how they feel every time they look at the horn he doesn't have anymore?

"Could have killed me in one hit if you hadn't been a coward." They shrug casually like that's a normal piece of feedback to give someone. "You had a clear shot. An inch closer and you'd have taken my eye out. Another two and-" Murph makes a jabbing motion at their eye, like their point wasn't already graphic enough.

"I know. I held back on purpose."

"Why?" They shoot fast, too fast for Steve to have an answer ready.

"I-I'd only been going out on missions for a few months at that point. It was my first real fight. I guess I wasn't ready to be responsible for someone losing an eye. Or more than that." Even years later he remembers how his hands had instinctively flinched away from completing the spell, pulled it back at the last second. It had taken days to wash the blood out of his cloak. He'd been plagued with shame for weeks.

"And what if it had been a few years later, when you were captain?" Murph's eyes glint with something keen, something unnervingly serious. "Would you have pulled it then?"

Steve takes a moment to think. The look on their face demands he answers carefully. "No," he finally replies, truthfully. "Probably not."

Murph nods solemnly, jaw working as if they're chewing on his answer like a piece of meat.

"Good," they finally say. "I wouldn't have held back either."

#the owl house #fic #steve tholomule #steve #murph #toh oc #a coven just for two #covenposting #obviously a part of something much bigger and might not much much sense but idk I want to share what I'm working on

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plantboiart · 27 days

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Hi. Poll! I want to write another one-shot of kian coming out to the other two but this time for the bith oneshots collection (aka with like all the stuff from the therapy fic) but cannot decide things soooo

#just a fair warning if it’s from kian’s pov the other two will. probably kind of definitely look like way bigger assholes.#it is the 60s and they are stupid teenagers okay i am going for realism here #and unfortunately realism in this case means homophobia #not like violent or super bad homophobia more of the ‘him being gay means he’s probably attracted to me and that’s weird’ kind #but still homophobia #i love hurt no comfort <3 (writing it. not reading. reading hurt no comfort makes me want to die /silly)#also i promise im working on the gillion dying fic i just need to actually relisten to some of riptide for it #so it’s taking a lot more effort and my brain is small and doesn’t want to focus on anything other than bitb #just roll with it #jrwi #jrwi show #jrwi bitb #jrwi blood in the bayou #blood in the bayou #bitb #bitb fanfiction #jrwi fanfiction

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bugginbeetlew · 1 month

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fanfic commissions r great actually

#many ppl do fan art commissions. why shouldn’t fanfic commissions exist as well #i don’t think paying someone to write a personalized fic is ‘hiding fanfic behind a paywall’#n if u rlly wanna talk about fanfics being a product you should rlly criticize fanfics turned poorly written published books #like. i feel like that’s a bigger harm. not a few people wanting $20 to write ur uber specific scenario w/ XYZ #and not everyone WANTS to write. but they wanna read. so they decide to support small fic writers #btw. the ppl doing fic commissions aren’t drowning in riches. at most they just have spending money after paying their bills #n yea sorry u feel excluded but commissions on fan work have always existed #no clur why fanfic writers get shit on for doing stuff that cosplayers n artists have done for years #idk i’m on like 2% energy n ao3 dickriders are bonkers. like i use ao3 too. they’re okay! steven gettinng paid $20 to write a 10k fic about #egg laying isn’t the monster u think he is!#rigby.txt

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cosmic-hoboandthehighlander · 2 months

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Looking for a place to live in your price range is like searching for fics on ao3 in a very specific trope.

You keep going back to the same website every single day and looking at places, lowering your standards at each pass except this is real life and reading a fic that’s not top tier perfection is totally fine but living in a grody old house converted into a fiveplex in the 60’s managed by slumlords is a matter of my health and safety…

#caboose life #listen this fucking sucks #also I’m not talking about BB fandom fics #I know most of you or know of most of you posting fics so I don’t have to sift through anything #I’m talking about much bigger fandoms here. no offense to the fic writers of course #but I’m looking for place to live! i need to raise my rent budget if i want something halfway decent #and in a decent neighborhood. this town is FULL of slumlords #i would know i work at lowes…

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reploidbuddy · 7 months

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Me: It’ll just be a little one-shot, it’ll be quick. Get the idea out there, make the designs, post it all, easy peasy, will be done quickly n shortly

[Nearly 7000 words later, not nearly done]

Me: .

Me: A

#I'm an expert at underestimating my word wounts and needed time for a fic I keep realizing #I knew I should have written Sonic’s backstory from the pirate AU instead smh #This is part why working on more than 1 fic at a time is a killer for me #I’m looking at those 7000 words and I'm like “omg this could have been 7000 words more on the bigger thing that needs the words too”#i just wanted to post smthn to show my readers I’m still alive ;-; /lh #and give the option to come here if they want update or sneak peaks and stuff #....not that I’ve been showing any lately because idk they’re not doing well in discord servers so my anxious side is winning KFNSKBCJD #like maybe it’s just bad #idk what to do anymore but I wrote like 800 words in like 2 hours and my eyes are trying to get out of the sockets KFBSJC #rambling #sorry ao3 readers my cooking is so long rn #rep writes

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poisonhemloc · 4 months

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just gonna put some (not taco truck au surprisingly) oc rambles under the cut

I have... six Hearthian ocs that aren't Granite and four of them only show up in one fic (and a wip)

Silica and Nickel are identical twin hatchlings from the everyone lives!au- Silica is/is going to be more adventurous, more into exploring, louder, more excitable. Nickel is going to be calmer, and a little quieter. They're mirror twins, so, freckles are mirrored (...I. don't know if Hearthians are left or right handed? I'm gonna assume they're ambidextrous though, but, if they aren't, probably Silica is left handed and Nickel is right handed)(Mirror twins- the fast version, if the twins looked at each other and both raised their dominant hand to touch their head, they would see the other doing that like they were looking in a mirror)

Silica is going to find something exciting to do on Timber Hearth, but, Nickel is the one who'll want to go into space... a couple years after Tephra.

Older Hearthians are Quartz, Jasper, Anatase, and Old Nickel.

Old Nickel is the oldest of the group/oldest living Hearthian in the pre-game fics right now. They're the former brewmaster/person who did Porphy's job in game. They're calm and friendly and they're fond of a hatchling that'll come help them out periodically.

Anatase was the mayor before Rutile- they're fair, but there's a point where they stop being lenient to hatchlings or adults who're supposed to know better and they tend towards harsher consequences than necessary.

Jasper was the medical person/hatchling caretaker that trained Gneiss and got phased out of the hatchling caretaking... pretty much around the time the wip im doing rn is taking place, mostly because they're not as good at it as Gneiss and for spilling 'you two are related' info several years earlier than they should have (My Feldspar and Gossan are half-siblings, but also, you're not supposed to know til you're old enough not to ignore everyone else in favor of sticking with your sibling). They're only allowed to help in specific circumstances- like, Chert was too little when hatched and Gneiss needed extra hands.

Quartz... I like a lot. They're mean, rude to the hatchlings, don't like change and will fight it, and they're not even good at their job. They're the former mechanic who started training Slate, and house fires have gone down despite. How Slate is. because Slate doesn't care about safety but they do want things working so they don't cut corners as much as Quartz who just wants things working enough and doesn't care if they break again tomorrow. They're single-handedly responsible for holding back Hearthian tech for multiple years because they think the space program is gonna end in total failure and it's not worth continuing to try

#poisonhemloc's reblog #outer wilds #...this is. part of Poison keeping part of her brain on ow while its establishing a different fixation #good news- i have. zero desire. to write for new fixation. and dont think this'll be a long long term one. and i Want to right more ow stuf #so. got a fic that just needs some polishing and a fic that needs more chunks in the middle and changes to make it Work and two bigger thin #and we'll see when i cycle back cause i still have So Much I Wanna Do. so many plot bunnies im still excited about

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miamierre · 9 months

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i cant write that fic for real btw because that would mean charles would replace dj and i cant do that to my baby girl

#but we can imagine how that fic would go. extra practices to work through plays etc that end up with charles and pierre up close & personal #they have an easy natural chemistry that presents like friendship until pierre makes a dirty joke to him in the shower and charles cant sto #thinking about it because it....makes his dick jump a little (he's so grateful for the barriers between the showers he'd never live it down #suddenly their ''chemistry'' feels different because charles wants to kiss pierre. or wants pierre to kiss him. and nothing on the field #changes but this is BIGGER than on the field which means charles is twisted inside-out thinking about how his desire is presenting.#meanwhile pierre is off doing like. the espn body issue. being involved in sexy/scandalous ad campaigns #and it's driving charles up the WALL!! because he can't say anything genuinely. he can joke about it though. bc that's safe.#so maybe he makes a passing joke tease/comment that pierre realizes is flirting and after practice he corners charles in the film room #and is like ''did you like my shoot?'' or w/e but he's so close that charles knows he's not just asking to be a tease. so he doesn't answer #and pierre kisses him a moment later so it's not even like he'd have a chance to give a serious response anyway #but i digress. they make out for the first time in the dark of the film room with last week's game tape playing low-volume behind them

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