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The Quarantine Kwami Baking Championship

Adrien is a Fcking Idiot

Adrien is Still a Fcking Idiot

I mean, really tell me about all any of them and I'll be happy as a clam👀👀👀

I talked about Adrien is (Still) a Fcking Idiot here, but I don't think anyone's asked about the Baking Championship yet?

It was 100% the fault of Spitballing in the Disco from back when people were first going into lockdown? I think it was around the Fleels fic and Luka Lundis, at least. But the idea was Luka and Marinette are in lockdown, going a little stir crazy, so they host a bakeoff with the kwamis? I think this is where my "Sass eats Meringue Kisses" HC came from, because that's what I have Sass baking for the competition. It's all just Quarantine and Kwami shenanigans: Xuppu running out for more bananas and Marinette flipping out, giving him a disinfectant bath; Sass getting his tail stuck in the apple peeler attachment on Marinette's mixer and someone cranking up the speed until he flies out a window and forfeits to sulk; everyone agrees to let Nooroo win because Nooroo; Marinette just trying to occupy the kwamis because they're going stir crazy while Luka's trying to keep them distracted so he can get some alone time with Marinette (because they've been in Quarantine it shouldn't be this hard to get smoochies but the kwamis are always there dammit).

I don't have anything beyond note rambling to share for it, though. 😂

#wip ask game #wip hoard #wip dragon #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #luka couffaine #kwamis #quarantine fic #baking contest

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jazzaiko · 1 year

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Love in the Lockdown (Even Coronavirus Can't Separate Us) (1k words)

Pairing: Baekhyun/Chen Rating: Explicit Tags: established relationship, pwp, dirty talk, quarantine

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#baekchen #baekhyun #jongdae #exo fics #exo fiction #jazzaikofics #pwp #quarantine fic

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bougainvillea-and-saltwater · 7 months

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Headcanon: When the Last Dragonborn goes to Sovngarde and fights Alduin, during the very moment of their great battle, the Aurora Borealis and all the stars snuff out of the night sky of Skyrim. And when they finally kill him, there is a momentary burst of light in the sky, as if all the stars went supernova and Kyne's Lights burn brighter than they have ever been...👀

#quarantine just feeds my hyperfixation. so a headcanon upon ye!#imagine the people of skyrim: the supernova occurs the night converts into day for a moment and then the dragons are heard #Shouting in one Voice how the “Dovahkiin is his Dragonslayer” referring to Alduin's fall #ough this WILL be added to my fic in one way or another...👀#tesblr #last dragonborn #alduin #skyrim #skyrim headcanons

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swag696942069 · 2 months

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What anime do you guys think Regulus would've been obsessed with during quarantine?

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daboyau · 25 days

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Hey, for the writing challenge, I'd be interested in seeing 38 for whichever of your AUs you prefer, if you're not overwhelmed!

Also, your latest chapter for the Hunger Games AU is so good! Donnie helping Digi and Gizmo is a little heartbreaking. He wants to be cold so bad, but no. And the descriptions were so excellent. I want to see all the designs! Especially the farmer and the corn haha. That cracked me up a bit:D Thanks for writing, I love to read it!

Sorry this took so long!! For some reason “hole” was just not wanting to cooperate with me! I had a handful of fleeting ideas (Zombie au, raph’s death in the bad timeline, shell rot, after the foot cass joins a cult that worships The Pit instead, etc) but ended up going with something for my Leave AU. I feel like I should have written you something RHG related since you gave me such a kind compliment about the last chapter. 😭 alas, my brain didn’t want to cooperate there. I hope you like this regardless!! @eb177

@boots-with-the-fur-club

It’s the fifth time they’ve run through this drill, but for some reason, Three just can’t seem to wrap his head around it. There’s something in the footwork, and the transition from one flowing movement to the next that he just keeps missing. His brothers are eyeing him nervously now. Their movements slow just a little, trying to give him time to catch up, or the opportunity to see how their steady movements differ from his own clumsy ones and fix his mistakes.

Draxum has noticed. He’s watching them, eyes narrowed, lip curling with disdain. Three knows he should be better, just like he knows that his blundering and his brothers’ trying to cover for him will mean they get punished, too. He can’t let that happen, so he needs a way to draw all the attention (and all the ire) towards himself. Draxum draws closer, fury in his expression, a look that promises punishment for their unsatisfactory performance. Three’s heart is pounding hard against his plastron, and it’s easy to see that their creator is out for blood.

When Draxum tells them to do it again, Three waits for him to circle closer. Then, he lets his ankle twist. He lets himself fall.

One gasps and Four covers his mouth in a futile attempt to muffle his whimper. Two freezes, expression empty but eyes gone glassy and distant. Three barely has time to hit the ground before Draxum’s hand has circled his arm with bruising force, claws digging into muscle as he hauls him to his feet and drags him from the room. His brothers try to follow, but Three frantically shakes his head at them, eyes pleading. They fall back, watching him until the door slams shut between them.

He knows where they’re going. The fear is already rising like bile in his throat, choking him. It’s hard to breathe, and Draxum is so much bigger and he’s dragging him along now because Three is too short to keep up on his own, and the mark his grip leaves on his arm is going to take forever to heal, and he knows that this is going to hurt, and all he can think is at least it’s just me.

The lab is usually forbidden. The only time Three is taken inside it is when he’s done something wrong. Something bad. Something that will require their creator to pick him apart to discover exactly what it is that has malfunctioned inside of him this time. Three doesn’t like the lab.

There is a pit, tucked away in the corner. Maybe it used to be used for something good. Like a well, or a place to burn trash. Now it is used to hold them until Draxum has the time he requires to run his tests. To poke and prod and rip and cut and get answers to his many questions and grievances.

Last time, he’d spent four days down there before Draxum had deemed it convenient to begin. Three trembles despite his best efforts to hide the fear that rises within him. The waiting is almost as bad as the tests. He wishes that Draxum would just get it over with, but he knows he’ll never get that lucky. After all, he’s the one who always puts himself into this position. He should just feel grateful that none of his brothers will be down there with him.

He hovers at the edge of the hole, his position held in the balance only by his creator’s hand on his arm. He wonders how long it will be this time. Draxum’s angry gaze tells him that he won’t like the answer.

Draxum lets go of his arm. For one terrible, stomach churning second, Three remains where he is. Heels overhanging the emptiness, balanced only on his toes, swaying slightly as he stares up at his creator’s face. Draxum sneers. He presses one finger into the center of Three’s plastron.

He tips backwards, into the darkness.

#Rottmnt #asks #my writing #leave/remain au #I think this is the final ask!!#I had so much fun with them #(If anyone wants to send me more prompts about anything i’d like that actually lmao)#I hope you like this!!!#Also shout out to my rise bestie for being the evil mastermind who introduced the idea of quarantine to me in the first place for this fic

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astromechs · 1 month

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meanwhile, jyn while sick:

I’ll kill him, Jyn thinks. It’s not a thought that has much in the way of teeth, considering that it’s been at least three hours since she’s been able to lift her head from the pillow, but she holds onto it with all the strength she has as she watches Cassian settle into a chair on the opposite side of the room. Cassian, who can actually do things like walk around and sit down in a chair without losing his balance or collapsing, like she already has twice today. The nerve of him. How is it that they can have been on the same assignment, and therefore have exposure to all the same things, yet she’s bedbound and he doesn’t appear as though anything has happened at all? This isn’t fair. This is the biggest pile of bantha shit she’s ever seen in her life.

#this is from the quarantine fic i started when i had covid a literal year ago 💀#and never finished because... covid 💀 got delirious after writing a page and then promptly forgot about it #kind of want to finish it now though because the start was hilarious #i have her pov mingled with status logs filed by cassian and it's funny #i SHOULD finish this fic #(the basic premise is they both got exposed to a pathogen while on assignment and have to quarantine together for five days)#(and it goes about as well as you would expect lol)#(and puts a lot of strain on a newly established relationship because that was funny to me lmaoooo)#rebelcaptain #ok i'll tag it

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magicclownjuice · 9 months

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CHAPTER TWO OF "Love Bug Status: QUARANTINED." IS UPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!! Go check it out on Ao3 (link is in our pinned post)!!!!

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riacte · 3 months

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don’t talk to my burner or my burner’s burner or my burner’s burner’s secret third burner or my other wholly unrelated burner ever again

#fun fact this blog / ao3 started out as burner for mcyt fic bc i was too embarrassed to post on main 😭#it was going to be like. a temporary quarantine. i would move on. but then mcc9 happened and. yeah #and now this is my main #i still have my burner’s burners and my public burners and my more secret-but-still-painfully-obvious burner #ria.txt #personal #i still have anon treebark fic back from when i was too scared to post on main lmao…

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elvensorceress · 11 months

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Wednesday WIP⚡️

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from Catching Lightning (which is now over 30K 🫠) Eddie returning home from another failed date...

Eddie drives home in the rain to an empty house, and what does he know about any of this? Maybe he’s not cut out for this. Maybe he’s supposed to be alone. The rain is mocking him but maybe it’s not wrong.

Everyone dies alone.

He texts Chris goodnight and doesn’t receive displeased messages from Pepa this time, but the raining picks up and turns into a storm that knocks out power to his whole neighborhood and leaves him in the dark.

There’s lightning in the dark.

And thunder loud enough to make his house creak and tremble. He curls up in his bed and his hands are fine. They’re not shaking like the house. His lungs aren’t wailing like the wind. His stomach is tight and tense, churning acid and emptiness, but he had a strong margarita and no dinner. Everything tastes like metallic fizzing on his tongue. There’s no flavor to anything. He didn’t want to eat, and it’s probably good that he didn’t because there’s lightning outside and he just feels like throwing up.

His phone has only 24% power left and he shouldn’t do it. He shouldn’t. He’s a grown man and it’s just a stupid storm and everything is fine. They’re not out in the bad weather. Lightning doesn’t strike twice?

It doesn’t have to. It kills everything on the first try.

Eddie was sore and bruised black and burned in a faint fractal for a week or so, but it was nothing like what happened to Buck.

Nothing is happening to Buck. He’s fine. He’s probably still on his date and fucking his new girlfriend in the middle of the storm. Or something equally stupid. Eddie’s not going to do anything. Because he’s fine and nothing is wrong.

And somehow his hands have other ideas because he’s picked up his dying phone, typed and sent a text before he’s even realized what he’s done.

Hey. Did your power go out? Ours went out. Mine I mean. Chris isn’t here. Everything is dead.

It’s stupid. Eddie is being so fucking stupid. And the longer he stares at the words and the little “delivered” under them without it changing to “read,” the worse it is.

Everything is dead. Everything. Everyone dies alone and lightning kills everything and Eddie doesn’t know how to feel, how to spark, how to chemistry, how to magic, how to build, how to love.

The things Eddie knows are gunfire. Helicopter crashes. Car crashes. Bombs and explosions. The earth collapsing and burying him alive. Freezing cold water. Drowning. Bleeding. He’s always bleeding. And then he’s ripped in half by cruel sudden nightmarish electricity.

The same kind that cracks and flashes outside his window. The only light that exists anymore. Because everything else dies.

He has to breathe. Frank taught him breathing. Inhale for eight seconds, hold for five seconds, exhale for eight seconds.

There are sounds, noises that aren’t thunder. There’s a light thumping near his bedroom door. On his bedroom door? Eddie didn’t lock it tonight. He didn’t need to. He usually doesn’t in case Chris needs something. But Chris isn’t here tonight. And Eddie’s too overloaded to shock or startle when his door opens. He doesn’t look. It’s dark. He can’t see much.

But he knows who sits next to him and touches him gently.

Eddie reaches, feels around for that hand resting on his arm. It turns like it might hold his, thread with his, weave them back together. Eddie doesn’t settle on his hand. He finds Buck’s wrist, curls his fingers around it, and presses below his thumb. Until there’s a radial pulse beating steadily against his fingers.

He has a pulse. His heart is beating. His heart is beating he’s alive his heart is alive.

There’s a sob that breaks out of Eddie’s chest. And then he’s crying. He’s crying and can’t stop.

“Hey,” Buck says. Gently. Sweet, soft, worried. Full of something that sounds like, feels like love. He touches Eddie the same way. A hand on his arm, a hand on his side. “Come here.”

Eddie doesn’t know reasons at this point. He doesn’t know arguing. He only knows needing to feel how Buck is alive.

Eddie sits up and Buck meets him with arms that close around him and hold him tightly. And he’s warm and alive and solid and breathing and real and Eddie breathes in the citrus vanilla coconut that lingers on him, and his own heart beats and beats and beats.

“It’s okay. I got you,” Buck whispers and rubs a hand over Eddie’s back and then strokes Eddie’s hair as he cradles the back of his head. “I’m okay. I’m right here.”

Eddie doesn’t ask how Buck knew, but of course he did. And with Buck in his arms, holding him tightly, the storm outside isn’t loud anymore. It’ll fade and burn out. Buck is safe. He’s alive. The tension melts away and Eddie is done crying and panicking. He’s not alone.

“Here. Scooch over.” Buck nudges him gently until Eddie moves backward into more of the middle of the bed. Buck takes his place, Eddie’s usual spot on the right side of the bed, and motions for Eddie to lie down with him.

It makes Eddie’s heart beat too hard. It’s not used to beating anymore. But Buck tucks his socked feet under the covers and he’s wearing dark gray sweatpants and a long-sleeved navy blue shirt. Clothes he sleeps in. And when Eddie lies down beside him, Buck directs Eddie’s head onto his own chest. Until Eddie can hear the clear, rhythmic thumping of Buck’s heart.

His heart is beating.

It’s loud and perfect and drowns out everything else. A fresh wave of tears leaks from Eddie’s eyes, too sudden and too much for him to stifle it.

#buddie #buddie wip #wip wednesday #jenwyn wip #fic: catching lightning #911 #always need cuddles #they are required #my kingdom for the quarantine snuggles

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casualbuckley · 21 days

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New fic just dropped! The Buddie hockey AU that I've somehow been working on for four years.

"You should see the other guy," Diaz smirks.

His lip is busted, and it looks like he might have a black eye when all is said and done. His hand is wrapped in gauze, and he winces a little as he flexes it.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Buck says.

"Yeah, well. Everyone seems to want a piece of you." Diaz says, and Buck thinks his brain is short-circuiting.

#buddie #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 #this fic took years off of my life and it's only 15k words #I started this shit in quarantine #and now it finally sees the light of day #thank god

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ebp-brain · 1 year

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benoit blanc/philip: homecoming

spoilers for The Glass Onion ahead!

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“So,” says Philip.

“So,” says Benoit Blanc.

“You solved a murder on a billionaire’s private island, then encouraged your new friend to blow up virtually the entire island, causing the destruction of one of the greatest works of art in the history of humanity and the downfall of said billionaire’s massive tech company. Not to mention the billionaire himself.”

Blanc nods, looking around at the open living room-slash-kitchen area of his and Philip’s flat, suitcases at his feet and the stale smell of airplane still clinging to his clothes.

“And you,” he says, “made about fifty loaves of sourdough bread in my absence.”

“Fifty-six,” says Philip. “I ate some.”

Blanc nods slowly, looking at his husband. His husband looks back.

“My god, I love you,” Blanc says.

“I love you too. I wish I could have seen the explosion.”

“It was quite something.” Blanc steps closer and takes Philip’s face in his hands. He kisses him hard on the mouth. Philip gives a startled inhale and then kisses back, grasping at Blanc’s upper arms, pulling him in.

“There you are,” he gasps out, looking into Blanc’s eyes. “There you are.”

Blanc’s face falls a bit. “I do apologize for my…rather insufferable behavior these last few months. And for monopolizing our bathtub. I know I cannot have been much of a joy to cohabitate with.”

“Oh, Blanc,” says Philip, “mostly it was just hard to watch you suffer. I miss your…” He gestures at Blanc’s sparkling eyes, his upright posture, his bright face alive with intelligence. “This. You.”

Blanc smiles a little and kisses Philip, more softly this time. “Have you perfected the recipe yet?”

Philip beams. “Try for yourself.”

Blanc looks around at the dozens of loaves stacked on their cabinets, tables, counters, and even the occasional bookshelf. “I certainly shall,” he replies. “I certainly shall.”

#listen: I KNOW hugh grant is King of British Rom Coms but he will always be Clive from Maurice to me #and now...Philip #benoit blanc #benoit blanc/phillip #glass onion #knives out #glass onion fic #my fic #earlybloomingparentheses #cover quarantine mention

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nana-mizu-shiki · 25 days

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Come at him. (Plz don't).

#QUARANTINED: RED ROBIN’S TIK TOK ACCOUNTJustThatOneGirl1815 #ao3 #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 fic #ao3 kudos #dc #dcu #i need more fics like this #funny #tim drake #tiktok #dc social media au

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tutoriel12 · 2 years

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god i need more long mp100 fics i'm too used to literally devouring like over 100k fics and now i can't read one shots anymore because it'll take me like. 10 mins.

#this is what being obsessed with reading in elementary does to a mf. AR tests RUINED me and my little overachiever self #i remember being obsessed with dr@rry at some point during quarantine and literally just #devouring 300k fics in the span of 2 days and it was horrible #because now my attention span is fucked as shit and i can't really read books regularly anymore #okay i might make that into a seperate post. how fics and books differ and how reading fics makes it harder to read books #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #serirei #ritshou #terumob #ALSO READ ISSHO!!!!#ISSHO IS SOSOSOOS GOOD ITS A TERUMOB FIC THATS LIKE 200K

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vulcanservepinch · 1 year

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spock and jim would’ve got together so much faster if enterprise ncc-1701 had had a similar de-contamination chamber as enterprise nx-01

bones would have taken one look at them on their first day and come up with some medical reason to lock them in and have them rub lube onto each other

#now that i think of it i'm sure i've read this exact fic #like they were quarantined in sickbay and most of the reason was actually bones being fed up with them dancing around each other??#my thots to your thots #spirk #k/s

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pocketramblr · 23 days

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Your Dad for One Nao fic hits different with this new canon revelation.

#head in my hands......... it colors a lot of my dfo fics differently huh #you fool past me. AFO wouldn't have had a daughter with David to hurt Toshi. he would have had a daughter with Toshi to hurt Toshi! (oh hey #katy did that one)#Shoto in deliberately designed.........#but yeah for the purposes of 'dear god why' we're going to quarantine the dfo nao fic from canon here #just....... yeah #pocket talks to people #anon #alt text #bnha manga spoilers #bnha manga leaks

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