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sylvieserene · 4 months

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On a particularly rough week, Joker sprays Batman with a mysterious gas in one of their chases. Although Batman declares it to be just pepper spray, Robin can't help but feel something is wrong and soon notices an odd change in his mentor's attitude and behaviour as time goes on.

Will he be able to save him before it's too late? What unconventional allies and unexpected truces await him?

After being exposed to one of Joker's gas, Batman's attitude and behaviour takes a turn for the worse and although Batman dismisses his protégé concerns by a mere scanner's result which declared the gas to be just Pepperspray and he refuses to do a full body check up; Robin can't help but feel something is wrong and eventually takes the matter into his own hands to check if his mentor was truly unscathed or is it just him only to make a horrifying discovery.

The story shall delve into what truly broke the Dynamic Duo apart and for Robin to leave Gotham along with their later reunion![This story takes place in the Teen Titans (Animated Series) verse.]

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zizzlekwum · 1 year

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Stranger In A Not-So-Strange Land

Masterlist

CHAPTER ONE

The BAU investigates the leader of a terrorist group in Guantanamo Bay in order to prevent a terrorist attack. Follows the events of Criminal Minds Season 2 Episode 10 “Lessons Learned.”

Trigger Warnings: none

Word Count: 4,270 (4,009 without the backstory blurb)

Tag List: @leftoverenvy @itsmeanobody @ctrljuls [if you want to be added to the list, please comment or send me an ask]

Relevant backstory that I don’t wanna write: you woke up in the Criminal Minds/ Bones universe because of a top-secret government project focusing on interacting and communicating with different universes. You’re from the year 2023 (because why the hell not; also that way you have seen all Criminal Minds and Bones episodes up until February of 2023). Your cell phone was in your hand and your wallet was in your pocket when you woke up, which both help prove to the scientists that their attempt was successful. Eventually they realize you know things about the future and put you through the training to be an FBI agent so you can work with the BAU and with Booth, Brennan, and the Jeffersonian team (the idea being you would be an asset because of your knowledge of the future). Only the people directly involved with both teams as well as their direct supervisors (like Strauss) know about your unique circumstances, and you aren’t allowed to tell anyone else because of the top secret nature of the project that led to you being there. You’re 24 years old when you end up in the universe, so the same age as Reid in Season 1 of Criminal Minds. The first chapter will take place when you’re 25, during Prentiss’ first official case with the BAU (so Season 2 Episode 10) and around the start of Season 2 of Bones (so definitely before Season 2 Episode 10 of Bones, which is done purposely for angst reasons I’m excited about for reasons I will not explain but which will eventually become apparent).

* * * * *

Your cell phone wakes you just after six in the morning. You reach for it on your nightstand, knowing it’s probably JJ with a case.

“What?” you grumble, flipping it open and putting it to your ear without opening your eyes.

“We have a case,” JJ tells you.

You groan and roll over onto your back, still not opening your eyes. “But it’s so early!”

JJ sighs. “It’s about a potential terrorist attack,” she says bluntly, causing you to sit up and force your eyes open.

“Shit. Okay, I’m leaving now. See you soon.” You reach your hands up and rub your eyes before getting out of bed, grabbing your glasses, and throwing on a pair of dark jeans and a black T-shirt, also grabbing a plain black hoodie to take with you. You hurriedly brush your teeth and throw on your FBI hat before heading to your kitchen, swallowing your meds with water from the tap. You grab your keys and your backpack and rush out the door to your vehicle, a black 1998 Jeep Grand Cherokee, the same make and model your dad had when you were born.

When you get to the office, Hotch is already there, walking in front of you. Morgan and Gideon are behind you as you follow Hotch into the briefing room, where Garcia, JJ, and Prentiss are already seated around the table.

“Everybody, meet Agent Prentiss,” Hotch announces, gesturing toward her. You bite back a grin, excited to finally be able to meet your favorite character.

“The other day,” Garcia replies.

“I’ve been filling her in on protocol,” JJ adds.

Morgan introduces himself with a handshake as you take your seat at the table, across from Prentiss.

You give Prentiss a wave. “Y/N Y/L/N, it’s great to finally meet you!”.

“Y/L/N? You mean, you’re the one who—”

“The government’s pet project?” you finish with a grin. “Yeah, that one. I—”

“We can make nice later,” Hotch interrupts.

“Right, sorry,” you say sheepishly, turning your attention to JJ. “So what do we know so far?”

“The DEA raided what they thought was a hardened meth lab right here in Northern Virginia, but they found this instead.” JJ points the remote in her hand at the TV, pressing a button, prompting a picture of a homemade device to show on the screen.

“Well, shit,” you mutter.

“That could be a dispersal device for a chemical weapon,” Morgan says. “Sophisticated.”

“Homeland Security’s thinking Al Qaeda,” JJ says.

“They’ve developed devices that span the spectrum of sophistication,” Reid offers, “some as simple as soda bottles and paint cans.”

“They’re called al ikhteraa, literally ‘the invention,’” Prentiss adds.

Reid blinks. “Uh, they are,” he confirms.

“Do we know what the biological or chemical agent is yet?” Hotch asks.

Morgan shakes his head. “No, not yet.”

JJ continues. “The cell members bailed out through a tunnel. The DEA recovered a Nextel two-way and managed to intercept a message.” She places a piece of paper on the table, which Prentiss picks up. “That’s not the transcript—”

“No, it’s in Arabic,” Prentiss adds. “Uh… ‘our friends surprised us and eloped. We can no longer wait for the wedding as planned. We can deliver our gift at the next crescent.’” There’s a pause as everyone stares at her. “Uh, I lived in several Middle Eastern countries growing up,” Prentiss explains when she notices everyone’s curiosity.

You smirk. “Told you she was good.”

“Next crescent?” Gideon asks.

“I would assume the moon cycle,” you offer.

Prentiss nods. “Muslims sometimes use a lunar calendar. I’d have to look it up—”

“Next crescent moon is in two days,” Garcia interrupts.

“So whatever they’re attacking, it’s happening in less than 48 hours,” Gideon states.

“It sounds like it, sir,” Prentiss responds.

You sigh, adjusting your glasses. “Wonderful.”

JJ jumps in. “Payment for the Nextel is linked to this man.” She presses a button on her remote, pulling up a picture on the screen. “Jind Allah.”

“Literally ‘soldier of God,’” Prentiss notes.

“That’s pretty poor operational security for a sophisticated plot,” Morgan says.

You nod, humming in agreement. “It almost makes you think they wanted to be linked back to him, but I don’t see what they could possibly have to gain from doing so.”

“Two months ago, Jind Allah was captured leaving the US using a forged Pakistani passport via Richmond International Airport,” JJ explains. “He’s been held as a ghost detainee in Guantanamo Bay ever since.”

“So technically, he doesn’t exist,” Garcia says.

“Soldier of God isn’t a name,” Gideon points out.

“No, it’s most likely a name taken on for the Jihad,” Prentiss tells you.

“Meaning struggle,” you add, causing everyone to turn their attention to you in surprise. “What?” You shrug. “It’s a pretty common word in the future news cycles. Extremists claim it’s a holy war.”

“Yet the words ‘holy’ and ‘war’ never appear together in the Quran,” Reid adds, leaning back in his seat.

“Do we know his real name?” Gideon asks.

JJ shakes her head. “CIA interrogators have gotten nothing out of the guy.”

“They need us to break him,” Gideon concludes.

“We do know from past intercepts that he’s a recruiter,” JJ continues. “He came into this country to assemble the Omega cell, a sleeper cell with an unknown mission.”

“We have 48 hours to do what the CIA hasn’t been able to manage in 2 months?” Morgan shakes his head.

“The CIA doesn’t use our tactics,” you point out. “They specialize in torture, not behavioral analysis.”

“We could be looking at the first attack on our soil since 9/11,” Gideon says ominously. A moment of quiet passes as his words register. “Reid and I will head to Guantanamo Bay to interrogate Jind Allah,” Gideon states. “The rest of you’ll stay here and work the local investigation.” He stands as the rest of you nod. He leaves the room and Hotch follows him as the rest of you file out the door.

“So, you’re really from another universe?” Prentiss asks, turning toward you as you both walk to your desks.

You nod. “Mm-hmm. This was just a TV show where I’m from. Also, it was 2023.”

Prentiss whistles. “It’s kind of hard to believe.”

“I totally get it,” you assure her. “It’s weird for me, too. The last time I lived through today, I was eight.” She looks at you in shock. You laugh. “Yeah, I was technically born in 1998, but my adjusted birth year is 1981, since I’m 25,” you explain.

She stares at you, shocked. “Wow,” she finally manages.

You laugh again. “Yeah, it takes some getting used to,” you tell her. “And it sucks that I can’t tell anyone outside of the BAU and my other team at the Jeffersonian. Not that anyone would believe me, but still.”

“Your other team?” she asks.

“I sometimes work with Agent Booth and Dr. Brennan, a forensic anthropologist at the Jeffersonian, because I know the outcomes of their cases, too, since they were also a TV show,” you explain, sitting down at your desk.

Prentiss moves to sit down at her desk across from you, but pauses as she glances up at Hotch and Gideon, who are watching her.

“…only member of the team fluent in Arabic,” Hotch is saying.

“Well, there are other translators,” Gideon responds.

“Yeah, but they haven’t studied behavior,” Hotch points out.

“She even have her ready bag yet?” Gideon asks.

Across from you, Prentiss slowly reaches down and picks up a black duffel bag, placing it on her desk before holding her hands together in front of her. You grin, glancing away.

“My guess is there isn’t much this woman’s unprepared for,” you hear Hotch tell Gideon, nodding toward Prentiss.

Gideon glances at her before walking down the stairs. “Car leaves in four minutes,” he tells her while he walks past.

Prentiss smiles. “Yes, sir.”

You give her a thumbs up, mouthing “good luck” as she follows him with a smile.

“Y/L/N, Morgan, you’re with me,” Hotch announces. “We’re going to the scene of the raid.”

You nod, standing and following him out the door to the elevator.

* * * * *

When you arrive at the scene of the raid, you exit the SUV and follow Morgan and Hotch into the house.

“Bonnie Ryan,” the lead DEA agent says, holding out her hand to Hotch as you walk through the door.

Hotch shakes her hand. “Aaron Hotchner.”

“DEA team,” Agent Ryan says. “We ran this raid.”

“Derek Morgan.” Morgan introduces himself, shaking Agent Ryan’s hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you add, nodding at Agent Ryan. She gives you a polite nod in return.

Morgan gestures to the paper covering the windows. “This must’ve slowed you down some, huh?”

Agent Ryan nods. “Well, enough for them to get out through the tunnel,” she says.

“They must have done escape drills,” Hotch notes as Agent Ryan gestures to you to follow her down the hallway into the room with the dispersal device.

There’s another DEA agent in the room already. He smiles when he notices Morgan. “Hey, Morgan.”

Morgan smiles, patting him on the arm. “Hey, Kenny. Been a minute, man.”

“Yeah, it has,” Kenny says.

“We good in here?” Morgan asks.

Kenny nods. “Yeah, don’t worry about it. Everything’s been rendered safe.”

You follow Hotch and Morgan to take a closer look at the dispersal device.

“Wow,” Morgan says, bending down. “These guys weren’t messing around.” He observes the device for a second. “Hotch, these tubes surround what would be the explosive charge. And this cylinder right here?”

“Probably where they would put whatever bioweapon they’re using, right?” you say.

Morgan nods. “Bingo.”

“That’s a happy thought,” Kenny says.

“Yeah, tell me about it,” Morgan says, sighing.

You follow Hotch and Morgan into the other room.

“Looks like a four man cell,” Morgan notes.

Hotch examines the clothes hanging in the open closet. “They assimilated into the community.”

“Just like any other suburban gangster wannabes,” Morgan adds, looking through a stack of CDs on the floor.

“Who do you think we’re dealing with?” Agent Ryan asks.

“Most likely Middle Eastern males in their early twenties,” Hotch answers.

“And judging by that device out there, they’re looking at significant targets,” Morgan adds.

“Military installations or government buildings, places like that,” you interject as you begin looking through one of the cots on the floor.

“You know, if these guys were Fundamentalists, you’d think they’d have Qurans, prayer mats,” Morgan says.

“No,” Agent Ryan tells him, shaking her head. “We didn’t find any of that here.”

“Which tells us they at least have one secondary location, if not more,” you note, turning over the cot you were looking through. You find a box with some newspapers in it. Flipping through, you come across what looks to be chemical equations printed on paper. “Guys, you might wanna take a look at this.”

Hotch, Agent Ryan, and Morgan turn their attention toward you. “What is it?” Hotch asks.

You hold up the papers. “Looks like a list of chemicals.”

Morgan holds out his hand and you pass the papers over to him. “I’m gonna check with Garcia,” he says, taking out his phone and dialing. He waits for her to pick up, then says, “Hey. I’m gonna read off a list to you. These are chemicals.” He pauses, presumably waiting for her response. “You’re sure?” he finally says, frowning. “All right.” He hangs up the phone and puts it back in his pocket.

“What’d she say?” Hotch asks.

“Garcia said this looks like a list of additives needed to weaponize anthrax,” Morgan reports solemnly. Agent Ryan and Kenny share a look.

You curse, pulling out your phone. “I’ll let Gideon, Reid, and Prentiss know.” You dial Reid’s number and wait for him to pick up.

“Reid,” he says after only a couple rings.

“Anthrax,” you tell him.

“What?”

“We think they’re going to use anthrax in their attack,” you explain. “We found a list of chemicals in the house and had Garcia look them up.”

“Anything else?” he asks.

“Nope,” you reply. “We’ll keep you posted.” You hang up the phone and turn back to Hotch and Morgan. “So, what now?”

* * * * *

Later, you’re in the backseat of the SUV with Hotch at the wheel and Morgan in the passenger seat when Hotch’s phone rings.

“Hotchner,” he says, bringing it to his ear. He pauses, presumably to listen to whoever is on the other line. “Annandale?” Another pause. “I’ll get Agent Ryan to organize another raid. And notify Gideon and Reid. Thanks.” He hangs up and turns the car around.

“What’s up?” Morgan asks.

“Garcia found some chatter about a second location in Annandale,” Hotch tells the two of you. “We’re going to check it out.”

It takes just over twenty minutes to get to the second site. When Hotch pulls the car up, the DEA team is already there, ready to enter.

“Hey guys,” a DEA agent greets us. “We’re going silent tonight, no comms.”

“Let’s be careful,” Agent Ryan adds. “We don’t know what to expect.” She looks to Hotch. “Ready?”

“Ready,” Hotch says, handing you and Morgan each a gas mask before slipping his own over his head. You quickly put it on before pulling your gun from its holster at your hip.

“Let’s do it,” the other DEA agent says, and everyone moves to the ramp of the truck to climb up over the fence. You follow Morgan up the ramp and back down the other side, biting the inside of your cheek in nervousness. The lead DEA agent enters the trailer, gun drawn, and the rest of you follow.

“Clear!” one of them shouts to your left.

“Clear!” someone else to your right calls. Hotch walks back to the door, taking off his gas mask.

“This place is completely empty,” Morgan says, taking off his own mask. “We missed them again.”

Hotch takes out his cell phone and dials a number. “It’s Hotch. We’re at cell location number two. No cell, no lab, no dispersal devices. We’re still looking for escape tunnels.” He hangs up.

You take off your own mask as you and Morgan begin to examine the room. You’ve barely started when Hotch’s phone rings.

“What’s the problem,” he says. Then he tenses. “Everybody out!” he yells. “It’s a trap! Now!”

You curse, rushing to the door. Everyone scrambles to run away from the trailer, but the force of the explosion still almost knocks you off your feet. You stumble and immediately look around for Hotch and Morgan, heart pounding. You let out a sigh of relief when you see them both unharmed. You then look around at everyone else when you see a DEA agent lying face-down on the ground, not moving.

“Shit,” you say, running towards him, but there’s already another agent rolling him over and pressing his fingers to his neck to check for a pulse. He shakes his head. You swallow the lump in your throat and experience a flash of guilt at your previous relief.

Soon after, the fire department arrives to put out the flaming remains of the trailer. You, Hotch, Morgan, and the remaining DEA agents all linger around the scene, not able to do anything else.

Morgan soon gets a phone call. “Yeah, it’s Morgan,” he says after flipping open his phone and bringing it to his ear. “Hello? Garcia, can you hear me?” He pauses, turning away from the burning wreckage. “Yeah, I know. We lost a SWAT agent.” Another pause. “Don’t worry, don’t think you’re gonna get rid of me that easy. Hotch and Y/L/N are okay, too.” A pause, and then he smiles. “No, but I know who to call if I do. Thanks, Baby Girl.” He hangs up.

You and Morgan head over to Hotch, who’s standing next to Agent Ryan near the back of the ambulance. Agent Ryan shakes her head. “Son of a bitch,” she says, her voice shaking.

“I’m sorry about Kenny,” Hotch tells her softly.

“Yeah, me too,” she says, not meeting his eyes.

“The chatter was a setup. They knew we’d be listening,” Hotch states.

“They lead us straight here,” Morgan adds.

Agent Ryan steels herself, grinding her jaw. “Just tell me you know where to look next.”

Hotch sighs. “Not yet.”

Agent Ryan looks away.

* * * * *

You’re stuck at the site of the explosion into the early morning. You yawn from the back seat as Hotch drives and Morgan answers his ringing phone.

“Talk to me,” he says, then reaches into his pocket to grab a notepad and pen, writing something down as he balances his cell between his ear and his shoulder. “Got it, thank you.” He hangs up the phone.

“What’s up?” you ask him.

“Got a lead?” Hotch says.

“And an address,” Morgan tells him, ripping off the notepad paper and handing it to Hotch, who glances at it before speeding up.

Less than fifteen minutes later, you’re stepping out of the car in front of a small, regular-looking house. You squint in the sunlight for a moment while you wait for your glasses to darken before following Hotch and Morgan to the group of SWAT agents standing together on the front lawn.

“How does a terrorist cell exist right here in Mayberry?” Morgan asks, walking beside Hotch.

“Really reminds you how they can be anywhere,” you say.

“Infrared scanning still shows no one inside,” the lead SWAT agent reports as the three of you approach. “We’re doing a soft entry in case it’s booby trapped.” Hotch nods as you and Morgan take a step back. The SWAT team lines up at the door before the lead agent rips it open with a crowbar and they all pile inside.

It’s only a minute later when the lead agent comes back out the door, pulling his gas mask off. “We have five deceased males and what looks to be a crude lab,” he reports to Hotch, where you and Morgan stand beside him. “All shot in the head, execution style.”

“Any anthrax on the scene?” Hotch asks.

The agent shakes his head. “Only residue. There’s also packing and tags from four new backpacks.” He begins to walk away to report to the rest of his team.

Morgan shakes his head. “Backpacks.”

“They’re already on the move,” you say.

“We were too late,” Hotch says, walking back toward the SUV. You and Morgan follow behind him.

* * * * *

When you get back to the office, JJ meets you at the elevator. “Grand opening of the USA Mall today. It’s the third-largest in the country and it’s right smack in the middle of McLean, Virginia.”

“Let’s move,” Hotch says, turning around. You and Morgan follow him to the car, hopping in. He’s already driving before your door is closed all the way.

You drive in silence, the tension palpable in the air, before Morgan speaks. “What’s going on with you?” he asks Hotch. “You looked like you’d seen a ghost back there.”

Hotch tightens his grip on the steering wheel. “Haley’s supposed to take Jack to the new mall to have his portrait taken.”

Your stomach drops.

“Well, go ahead and call her,” Morgan tells him.

“It’s a breach of security,” Hotch replies tersely.

“Who gives a fuck?” you exclaim. “That’s your family!”

Morgan shakes his head. “You lose Haley and Jack, screw this job. You won’t have a life.”

Hotch takes out his cell phone and dials, holding it to his ear. You and Morgan wait, the feeling of dread in the pit of your stomach growing bigger with each passing second. Suddenly, Hotch shakes his head. “I can’t reach her.” The car accelerates even faster.

* * * * *

It takes almost an hour to get to the mall from Quantico, and you’re aware of how close you are to failing. As soon as Hotch parks, you’re throwing open the door and jumping out, your gas mask under your arm, running to the doors. The SWAT team has just arrived too, by the looks of it.

“Morgan, I’m going to find the security office!” Hotch calls over his shoulder, running to the side entrance.

“Go!” Morgan shouts.

“Morgan!” Agent Ryan calls to the side of you. You and Morgan rush over the where she and a few other agents in tactical armor are standing around a nondescript van, where the front doors are still open. An agent rips open the back of the van, pointing his gun inside, then steps back. You look over Morgan’s shoulder to see another dead man with a bullet in his head.

“Looks like loading dock security,” Morgan notes.

“Should we evacuate?” Agent Ryan asks.

“No,” Morgan says as you shake your head. “No, we’d have mass panic. Let’s go.”

You, Morgan, and the rest of the SWAT agents make your way inside the mall when Hotch’s voice comes over your ear piece. “Morgan, I’ve got four guys on the east end of the roof.”

“This way,” Morgan tells you and the SWAT agents, heading toward a stairwell.

When you’re all starting to climb the stairs, you hear Hotch say, “It’s the air vents."

Morgan stops and pulls his gas mask from his belt, and you do the same. “They’re going to the air vents,” he reports to the rest of the SWAT team. He glances over at you to make sure your mask is on. You give him a nod. “Move,” he commands, and you quickly continue your ascent to the roof.

When you reach the top, you all fan out, looking for the air vents. You follow closely behind Morgan, hurrying across the roof. Suddenly, Morgan raises his gun, and you follow suit as you look ahead and see four men kneeling next to the air vents, fiddling with something inside their backpacks. You, Morgan, and the nearby SWAT agents creep closer as one of the men looks up and notices you.

“Don’t move!” Morgan yells. “Put the devices down and put your hands where I can see them!”

All four of them slowly stand. Three of the men raise their hands as another quickly turns around and grabs a rifle.

“GUN!” one of the SWAT agents yells, and everyone opens fire. Three of the four men fall to the ground, dead, as the fourth makes a run for it.

“Shit!” you yell, breaking out into a run to chase after him, right at Morgan’s heels. You turn a corner just as the man turns around and raises his gun. You and Morgan each fire a shot at the man, who stumbles backwards and falls through the glass ceiling behind him. You rush over and look down to see him on the ground, not moving, surrounded by screaming shoppers and a growing pool of blood. Morgan nods at you before stepping away, holstering his weapon.

“Hotch,” he says into his ear piece. “We got ‘em.”

* * * * *

When you get back to the office, it’s dark outside. JJ is there to greet you.

“Good job today,” Hotch tells her as he walks to his office to grab his things. You head to your desk to grab your backpack, contemplating waiting for Gideon, Prentiss, and Reid to get back before yawning and deciding to go home instead.

“‘Night,” you tell JJ as you head to the elevator. She nods at you with a smile.

You yawn again as you slowly make your way through the parking lot to your car, eyes drooping. Your entire body is exhausted after not having slept in almost two days. You get into the car and turn the ignition, turning up the radio to help you stay awake. Within twenty minutes, you’re home. Walking inside, you throw your keys on the table next to the door and sling your backpack off your shoulder, heading straight to the kitchen to grab your meds. You neglect brushing your teeth in favor of sprawling out on your bed and closing your eyes, sighing. You’re asleep within minutes.

NOTE: If you think I missed any trigger warnings, please let me know!

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mariana-oconnor · 1 year

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Best used for... I honestly don't know. This style of summary does not vibe with me. Mystery fic maybe? Sorry guys.

Option 10 - The Multipack:

Got a bunch of shorter fics in one work? No way of summarising them all without a wall of text larger than the Great Wall of China? This one is similar to The No Frills in that you're not describing the plots themselves and similar to The Trope Lure in that often broader genres and tropes are mentioned. What links those fics? Are they all in the same fandom? The same pairing? The same challenge? Just slap that right in the summary. A chapter list with 1-2 word trope/pairing summaries can be included or not.

Example: "A collection of Blorbo/Daisy/Obrolb fics based on Tumblr prompts. Chapter 1: Regency AU Chapter 2: Werewolves vs vampires Chapter 3: Ghost!Daisy Chapter 4: Space pirates!"

Best used for (obviously) works that are compilations of fic.

Option ? - The Void:

I said The Excerpt was the quickest and easiest summary to do. I lied, well... I didn't exactly lie. What is quicker and easier than not having a summary at all? After all, that's what the tags are for.

Example:

Best used for... nothing? Write a summary, guys. Please?

#AO3 #fandom #on writing #clearing out my drafts #long post #Qd #This list is intended for entertainment purposes only #I just came across a lot of fic summaries that followed similar rules #so I decided to post this about it #I'm sure other options are available #If you've ever used number 7 that's not bad of you #But my advice would be to not do that

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tapakah0 · 1 year

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"Show me the world" pt. 2 Okay, now it's going to be a little 4 part comic thanks to @silvermikey1 ;-; Sensei, I'm terribly embarrassed to tag you because I'm making fan comics that aren't canon of your story and I don't know if it's canon, so ahah please pretend I don't exist.

Pt. 1 | Pt.3

#cass apocalyptic series #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the turtles #rise of the tmnt #future leo #bad future au #future donnie #I'm still waiting for Raph appearance #I'm dying #I'm literally dying because I slept 6 hours summary for two days but I'm happy #Show me the world little comic #Please don't look at me #*hides*#I just tryna to survive...#Cass fanart tag

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kibblz-n-bitz · 5 months

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You Called?

Summary: You're sunbathing on the deck as you notice your boyfriend, the sniper of the strawhat pirates, having fun with your crewmates. An idea forms in your mind. He's more than happy to indulge you.

Warnings: Y/N being a tease, also Y/N lowkey domming Usopp, AFAB Y/N, riding, creampie, implied cum-eating at the end lol

Usopp's hands shakily hold onto your waist as you bounce on his cock. His eyes are squeezed shut, and sweat beads from his forehead from where he's trying not to cum. The two of you had just started!

Earlier, you had watched him mess around with your captain while you were sunbathing on the deck. You laid on your stomach as you watched the boys pelt each other with water balloons, biting your lip at the sight of your boyfriend's abs dripping with water. A spark lit deep in your stomach. You smirked.

"Hey Usopp, could you c'mere a sec!" You whistled him over. He paused and turn to you and Luffy and Chopped took the opportunity to pelt him with as much water as they could. He shouted at theem before grumpily stalking over to you, sopping wet. You giggled.

"Hey, Y/N! You called?" The sniper smiled at you. You sat up a little, untying the top of your bikini. You giggled at his reaction, the way his eyes widened and the way his adam's apple bobbed as he gulped. "W-what are you-"

"I need your help reapplying this sun tan lotion, my love." You purred as you laid yourself back down. Resting your head on your crossed arms, you looked back at him coyly and nodded to the bottle of lotion beside you.

"O-of course! Lemme J-just..." Usopp stammered as he fumbled with the slippery bottle before getting it open and applying some lotion to his hands. He rubbed his hands together before pressing both palms to your back, gasping at how soft you felt.

Usopp's hands glided over your back ass he applied the lotion. He's given you a few massages before, and you really did love the way his skilled hands would work out the tension in your back. The boy fell into a routine of sorts as he kneaded at your shoulders before rubbing his hands back downward. It was sweet, but...

Gentle sighs escaped your mouth as his hands worked lower. When Usopp's hands pressed on a specific spot near your tailbone you let out a moan. You smirked as you felt him freeze, hands twitching from where they were on your back. He lets out a shaky breath but when his hands continue their movements the return is stilted, too forced like he was dragging himself back to attention.

"Hmmh~... Usopp..." You breathily sigh his name. Your boyfriend grips you from your sides. He pulls away and you startle a bit, kind of worried. What if you'd pushed him too far and made him uncomfortable? You sit up a little, turning around "Hey Usopp, are you ok-" Usopp is staring down at you, and one look at his crotch told you what he was thinking about.

"Y/N, Can we..." He trailed off. A playful smile worked its way onto your face.

"Can we what, my love?" You sat up, tying your bikini quickly (so you were covered) and taking his hands into yours. He was forced to look into your eyes. He gulped as you spoke again, "Tell me what you want."

"C-can we... go to y-your room?" His hands trembled in yours, he was being such a good boy. You smiled and hummed as you nodded, placing a chaste kiss to his lips. With a giggle, you drag him to his feet and the two of you run to your room.

Nami, who was sitting nearby, watched this whole thing go down. She rolled her eyes with a fond smile before laying back on the deck.

───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────

When you reached your room, you pushed him against the door as soon as it closed. Usopp grunted into your mouth, hands gripping your waist. It helped that you were in a bikini and he was shirtless. The feeling of his skin against yours made you whine into his mouth, and you pulled him backwards towards the bed.

Usopp let you take the lead, letting out a chuckle when you pushed him onto the bed. He sat up a bit on his elbows and you looked down down at him hungrily, hand on your hip. He laughed nervously.

"Strip." You ordered and he obeyed, rapidly hard cock springing forward. You untied your bikini, letting your tits bounce as you pulled it off of you. Turning around, you put your ass on display as you pull the rest of your swimwear off. You giggle at the way his cock twitches as you climb on top of him

"You ready hon?" You purr as you swipe some fingers through your soaked pussy with a pleased sigh. He nods and you tsk. "Use your words, Usopp."

"Y-yes, Y/N." The sniper shakily whispers. He's so hard it hurts. He loves the feeling of you taking control over him, of you using him like a toy. You're so sexy and soft in his lap.

A shudder travels up his spine as you line yourself up and sink down onto his thick cock. With a hum, you swivel your hips. Usopp sucks in a breath and his hands fly up to grip your waist. You lift yourself up and start to bounce and sway on his cock.

It takes everything in Usopp's power to not cum. To lose himself in the feeling of your velvety walls squeezing his cock like it's trying to milk it for all it's worth. His head tilts back and he moans, fuck you feel so good.

"Y'like me bouncing on your cock baby?" You coo as you bring one of his hands to hold onto one of your bouncing tits. Usopp sucks in a breath, hand squeezing your breast. "Tell me, Usopp."

"F-fuuck, you f- nghh haa- feel so.. gooddngh," Usopp whines and squirms underneath you. He starts to fuck into you, gripping your hips and meeting your thrusts downwards. "'M cl-ah! Close."

Upon hearing this, you clamp down on him, swiveling your hips and reveling in the moan bubbling out of your boyfriend. You whined, cradling Usopp's face in your hands, "C'mon baby... Give it t'me..."

His pace stutters before he stills inside of you, bitten out gasps and whines escaping his mouth. The base of your spine tingles as you feel his cock lurching and pumping inside of you, causing you to moan. Thick, warm cum dripped out of you after Usopp pulls out of ou, slumping against the mattress. The boy gasps for breath as you lay on top of him, giggling. You trace shapes onto his chest as you wait for him to find his voice.

"S...Sorry I came so fast..." The sniper pants after a moment. "You felt really... really good."

You giggle, placing a gentle kiss to his cheek. "It's okay Usopp." You reposition yourself so you're now sitting on his stomach. "You are gonna have to put that mouth to good use, though."

Usopp laughs before gripping your thighs, dragging you forward. You're hovering over him as he licks his lips, eyeing your pussy still dripping with his seed.

"Glad you didn't think I was done with you yet, Y/N. I'm just getting started."

Tags: @pileofmush @usopp-enjoyer

#This one feels rushed i am so sorry #I also HATE the summary but i'm too lazy to come up w anything else #but i really wanted to write sumn abt usopp #because i want to fuck him so bad #anyways enjoy!#I'm gonna ride the shit outta this guy #usopp smut #usopp x reader #also this is NOT beta read

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ghouljams · 7 months

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I feel like I should make really shitty summaries of every au.

Demon au: Ghost worries he's becoming his father while Soap and Gaz never worry about anything ever again.

It's so easy.

#ghoul speaks #i'm so bad at writing good summaries #like i don't know what happened in the fic either don't look at me

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bad-traffic-smp-ideas · 13 days

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not a suggestion, but an ask, what did your post talking about deleting old asks due to “Things” happening mean? i’m afraid i’m out of the loop, even vague context so i can google for myself would be appreciated

Ah! They were posts about Wilbur Soot, and if you're out of the loop and want to do your own research on what happened, here's a general tw for abuse and icky happenings before you look ^^'

#i'm so sorry that's 100% my bad ahjfsfs #trying to balance “not getting involved + lots of mcyt people will already know” with “some people genuinely won't know” is hard sometimes #but yeah. posts about wilbur won't belong here anymore 👍#very sorry if anyone is finding out this way!! it's been a while since i've looked at any details and I don't wanna give a summary #of the situation bc i'd probably get something wrong. but there are summaries out there. so good luck o7 #not a bad idea #ask #admin #wilbur situation

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lee-hakhyun · 4 months

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yeah yeah las vegas arc kim dokja's in america 🦅🦅🦅 but i am actually so glad singshong is expanding on anna and the zarathustras. as selena kim leads kdj+lhh through the zarathustras' headquarters (a repurposed 5 star hotel), there's a few things pointed out that i enjoy

even during these early scenarios, anna was already preparing for when the apocalypse is over, as kdj spots plants from other planets (e.g. chronos) being grown. and highlighting the supportive incarnations working behind the scenes, with many of them being older incarnations whose physical ability might not keep up with younger incarnations. and even with this big group, it seems organized. THIS is more what i expected from a prophet. though kim dokja isn't interested. at least lee hakhyun is impressed

#i'm really liking zarathustra's whole structure #too bad anna got tangled up w kdj again. he's PISSED #i am really interested in life during the apocalypse. we know kimcom's story‚ but how did others survive?#orv #orv side story #orv spoilers #side story spoilers #full chapter summary will be out tmr i promise

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chewbokachoi · 16 days

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Chapter Three: An Unsweetening

Summary: Tomáš removes the bracelet once again, and once again things do not go to plan. Yet, things do start to move forward with the Enenra. Small steps, but vital steps.

Notes: This is a much longer chapter than I anticipated, but I think it's making things finally move along. Weird dreams are an obligatory setting in my writing I've found. Hopefully the pace will feel less glacial after this chapter, and Tomáš moving forward doesn't feel forced.

Your support and continual returns to this series means a lot to me. Thank you so much, and please don't be afraid to let me know what you like or are thinking (or even feel I could or should work on).

Enjoy!

PS Huge shout out to @anyydidi for helping with the Czechia snacks and little corner store + fairy tale! Like seriously.

And please let me know if there are errors that need fixing.

#mk1 2023 #mk smoke #tomas vrbada #sareena #ashrah #syzoth #sonya blade #kuai liang #bi-han #mortal kombat #fic: deposition #i'm bad at chapter summaries why do i tryyy #it's a long one brace yourselves

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zizzlekwum · 1 year

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Stranger In A Not-So-Strange Land masterlist

You are brought from your own life into the Criminal Minds/ Bones universe as a result of a top-secret government project. You begin working with the BAU and the Jeffersonian team because of your advanced knowledge of the future, having been a hardcore fan of both Criminal Minds and Bones in your own universe. This follows your adventures as you try and navigate being in a not-so-strange new universe. Will be a very slow burn Emily Prentiss x f!reader. Like, a simmering slow burn. You have been warned.

Any relevant additional trigger warnings will be added to the beginning of each chapter. Please use discretion when reading said chapters if you are going to potentially be triggered. If you don’t want to read a certain chapter for any reason, leave a comment and I will respond with a summary for said chapter as soon as I can, as I don’t want anyone to feel left out. If you think I missed/ left out any possible triggers, please also leave a comment so I can update the chapter with the appropriate warnings. Thanks!

Tag List: @leftoverenvy @itsmeanobody @ctrljuls @theclassicgaycousin @fatherfigured [if you want to be added to the list, please comment or send me an ask]

Hoping to update every Sunday night EST (although I'm notoriously horrible at sticking to self-imposed deadlines, so we'll see how it goes).

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

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feedthefandomfest · 3 months

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Hiya!

I love this blog and just wanted to ask- do you know any advice on formatting and tagging for AO3?

Or just general etiquette!!

I'm not new to AO3 (reading or writing) but I haven't interacted with the actual community much and would love to know more :)

oof, I still feel like a newbie posting stuff on ao3, and tagging is something i've always struggled with. and actually formatting is also on ongoing issue 😅 so with that in mind, here's what i try to consider:

TAGGING

relationships -> tagging the main is obvious, but i'm sometimes torn about tagging side relationships that feature in the fic, especially since it's annoying to be searching for that pairing and get a bunch of results where they're not the main focus; unless the other pairing is a prominent feature, i leave it out of the relationship tags and at most add it to the additional tags

characters -> i remember updating the character tags on my early fics every time another character popped up in the story, but now i'm of the same mind as the side pairing issue; unless the character is prominently featured, i leave them out of the tags

content warning/advertising -> if i know the fic features an element that some people might wish to avoid, i always tag it and also always fret that i've forgotten to tag something in that regard. when it's more about advertising what's in the fic, especially sexual content, i sometimes feel silly listing every flavor of physical encounter unless the fic is pwp/smut (in which case i gleefully list all the depravity); i sometimes worry that over-emphasizing the sexual content in the tags is misleading? like of this 100k fic, if 15k is spent fucking, how do i get the tags to reflect that while also tag cw appropriately? is there an established tag for that?

sometimes i see fics with TONS of tags, like an exhausting amount, and sometimes i see fics with very minimal tags... sometimes frustratingly few. i also know some writers add chapter-specific warnings in the author's notes. in the end, so long as you're making it possible for people to find or avoid your fic as needed, then you're good. Here are some good posts that dive into it more!

(i remember when people on tumblr would scold writers for monologuing in the tags on ao3 like we do on here, claiming it was a strain on the system, but i believe that's been debunked?)

FORMATTING

i've noticed some MEGA annoying quirks with copy & pasting over from Google Docs and Word, and I know there are some tricks to get around them, but i tend to just slog through the Rich Text window fixing everything manually 🙃 OKAY I FOUND SOLUTIONS LINKED BELOW.

spacing problem #1 -> pet peeve of mine, but i dislike it when the paragraphs have massive spaces between them (ditto for indented paragraphs). idk why, but it's tiring for my eyes to constantly leap the chasm between paragraphs. so whenever i copy and paste from Word, which for some reason ALWAYS appears with double spacing between line breaks, i go in and manually fix it. SOLUTION

spacing problem #2 -> when copying over from Google Doc, whenever there's a punctuation mark following an italicized word, a random space appears between them. and yep, i have to go in and fix every one because typos make me twitch. (this might not be an issue for everyone; i overuse italics and dashes like it's my job) SOLUTION

spacing problem #3 -> again probably a me issue, but i tend to include song lyrics a lot, and it's always a headache to format because when pasting from the doc, ao3 embeds these spaces between the lines that i can't remove by backspacing. only fix i've found is to copy and paste lyrics directly from a website, and then it formats fine. random and annoying and weird. (no solution 😔)

since this section has just been me whining about finding SOLUTIONS for formatting issues, i'll offer one tip that's more about general editing: i try to proofread best i can in Word/GDocs, but it's always easier to spot errors when i'm reading the draft on my phone. the typos always jump out at me from a phone screen. it's now my favorite way to edit!

every writer has their own preferences on formatting, and every reader has their own level of tolerance for formatting quirks. in the end, so long as the formatting doesn't interfere with the reading experience, you're all good.

#god and don't even get me started on summaries #i'm so bad at writing summaries #and coming up with titles #just the worst #those tend to plague me more than tagging #but tagging can also be tricky #like i want to crowdsource it or have an outside perspective just list the stuff in need of tags for me #fandom culture #ao3 etiquette #ao3 tagging #ao3 formatting #writer things

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serataph · 18 days

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could you tell us about your ocs ? ive been seeing a lot of them lately n i would love to figure out more :0

uhhh written half-asleep summary

so basically this is ori

he's a partial celestial that had his body reformed and his soul revived after getting killed by his best friend, basically.

before i give the rough summary, this guy is a terraria oc. fae is a terraria oc. this will involve terraria lore. notable things are the moon lord, the cultists worshiping the moon lord, the lunatic cultist [the character ori derived from], the calamity mod, and stardust celestials.

the reasoning for the terraria background is that ori came from a playthrough of the calamity mod that happened right after a vanilla run. where I was like "haha wouldn't it be cool if the lunatic cultist from the previous playthrough ended up as a character?" because we had already been making characters with personalities n stuff because the group I played with are all avid writers and/or artists. including me

their character arc centers around uncovering their old memories and coming to terms with themself and their actions. generally just learning how to stop living in the past

this is Tia [who isn't my character]

she belongs to @postinguntilitransitionnn, who doesn't actually have terraria and so her entire thing was being intangible until Ori kills the god that cursed her. tia is in a romantic relationship with Ori and takes care of Ori whenever he reverts to a fluffy noodle.

this is Janaier [who also isn't my character]

he belongs to someone who isn't on tumblr. this guy ""domesticates"" Ori (teaches them social norms after being cooped up in a shelter for a few years) and is their best friend. they go through a lot of traumatizing events together. also he has an edgy backstory and is sexually ambiguous

under the cut is the """backstory""" of Ori [which is 2 years old and is yet to be rewritten/revamped.]

this backstory is kind of outdated so yeah

I'm making a really rough summary but he was raised in a cult worshiping an eldritch after the family that was [barely] taking care of him was kind of killed by his uh best friend at the time, the guy with the hat that I draw sometimes. he isn't my character. the killing was totally justified tho because they kind of kidnapped him to get ori to kill him as proper initiation into the cult. dedicate yourself to the moon lord via sacrificing someone close to you!!!! so yeah after his family is killed he's taken in by the cult his family was a part of and eventually rose to leadership. and then he gets killed by his best friend. and then gets revived by cult escapees. i guess uhmmm

this backstory is from 2 years ago and I haven't changed a single thing about it since I thought about it with my friend at the time and like saying it out loud I should really properly write down a few things because the summary sounds nutty (sobbing emoji here)

#asks #ty for asking!!!! i love talking about me and others' characters and their dynamics n stuff :-]#this isn't the most well written summary I've made in the world but yeah #i'm in the process of making a visual lore summary currently cus I'm bad with words

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