#fic verse talk

[miraculous1980winteraus]

Also update update update Warmth Beneath the Ice’s supernatural happenings have been scrapped, characters’ storylines have changed somewhat, way more OCs have been added, more players are in the main and supporting cast, and it’s now one era part of a longer, larger alternate hockey history timeline 

(As an era, WBTI begins in the early 70s or so, and ends soon after the Miracle which still happens but with way different implications and behind-the-scenes meddling. Then there’s the 80s era, then the 90s era, then future stuff we haven’t developed much yet.) 

That is what came out of this blog’s pinned post :)

#the author speaks #fic verse talk

[k-kroomie]

Ganke holding Miles Jordan's: Why can't I wear them again?

Miles snatching the Jordan's: Cuz I wanna wear my shoes now give em here.

Hobie swings through the window: Hey luv thought I'd borrow ya shoes, yea?

Miles gives Hobie his Jordan's with no hesitations: Yea, I wasn't gonna wear them anyways.

Ganke 🧍: OH FOR THE LOVE OF GOD!

#ship: punkflower #i don't know how britsh people talk- i get any slang on here from other fan fics and the internet #hobie x miles #miles x hobie #miles morales x hobie brown #hobie brown x miles morales #hobie brown #ganke lee #miles morales #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #spider man: into the spider verse #itsv #punkflower #flowerpunk

[sodamnbored]

Catching Up

Thalia: So what happened after Juno took you? Where did you go? Were you safe, happy?

Jason, uncomfortably brushing her off: Well, it’s a long story and kind of a bummer haha. You don’t wanna hear that right now.

Thalia, softly: Jason, I’ve waited thirteen years to hear your sad stories.

#this is kind of a bummer. but I love them getting the chance to do the whole sibling thing. not enough of it in canon. #and this boy NEEDS the opportunity to talk about his life to SOMEBODY. let the kid CONNECT to people ffs #pjo fandom #pjo verse #pjo hoo #jason grace #thalia grace #heroes of olympus #incorrect heroes of olympus #incorrect tlh quotes #incorrect pjo quotes #incorrect percy jackson #incorrect hoo quotes #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo stuff #pjo text post #grace siblings #demidorks #sad demidorks #Thalia and Jason #Jason and Thalia #poor Jason #the lost hero #pjo tlh #thundersibs #this is going in a fic #Jason is my favourite #Jason grace needs a hug #jason grace deserved better

[akai-anna]

shinichi: *takes a deep breath* shinichi: i lo- anyone who has spent five seconds around shinichi ever: yes, you love ran, we know, you love mōri ran so much, she's the light of your life, you love her so much, you just love ran, we KNOW , you love ran you fucking love ran ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE MŌRI RAN. WE GET IT.

#detective conan #mouri ran #kudou shinichi #meme strikes #la junk talks #detco posting #shinran #my beloveds #i swear this is the last one for today #but... you have to admit. it's accurate #no one simps like kudou shinichi #(to be fair sasaki shuumei is on a similar level. but shinichi and sasaki simp in different ways sooooooo...) #i love how the whole class is invested in their relationship lmao #and you know they all know how much a simp he is for ran #it's just so obvious. when he looks at her with stars in his eyes and a matching blush #i love how in the first ep/chapter it's already established #how much he loves ran #(and same for ran too... god i fckin love them all right?) #this just fits for him #if detco characters had social media his classmates would make fun of him like this #and i bet ran would be all confused (pre-confession) or (post confession) a blushing mess (but delighted) #Shenanigans in Beika-verse this is a thing i bet and would totally exist #that fic changed my brain chemistry and is an endless source of Happy Hormone Cocktail #anyways happy sunday everyone thank you for coming to my ted talk

[help-im-a-gay-fish]

"After an exhausting day of work, Ccino trudged back home, wanting nothing more than to lay on his bed. As soon as he arrived home, Ccino heard his phone ring. As he pulled his phone out of his pocket, the barista’s face beamed with excitement. He was receiving a call from Nightmare! Rushing to the bedroom, Ccino tried his best to look presentable. Which didn’t really matter since it was a simple phone call, but with the excitement Ccino forgot all rationale."

Straining Ties by @jann-the-bean

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!!! I really hope that you love your day! It took a while to choose which fic to illustrate for you, but I had to choose this. Straining Ties, the one that brought us together...heh. It's been a crazy almost 4 years and an even crazyer past 11 months.

Te amo mi Amor, I hope you have a wonderful day. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH

And thank you so much to everyone who helped me with this today!! You are all wonderful!!

#undertale au #my art #undertale multiverse #shipping #sansest #fluffynightkiller #sanscest #fluffynight #killerknife #HAPPY BIRTHDAY JAN #THIS FIC #the one would first started talking to me #cant believe where we arw now #but i wouldn't have it any other way #still one of my favourite pieces #studio #studio verse #studio au #nightmare x ccino #nightmare x killer #killer x ccino #nightmare x killer x ccino

[letstrywritingmaybe]

Love Me, But Don’t Fall For Me

Isn’t it a little late for that? Aka the fake dating fic, CoAi edition

Chapter One: Picture Perfect

Posted on ao3 <3

#CoAi #shinshi #Love Me But Don’t Fall For Me #I’m happy to finally make this verse a reality! shout out to HealingSpring on ao3 🩵 #no I still don’t know how long it’s gonna be nor am I completely set on all the plot points… #let’s just see what happens. and I get to talk to someone about how this fic can go now! #my fav part of fandom is how we inspire each other and build off ideas

[stellamancer]

empty threat (implied-ish gn!reader x satoru gojo)

notes: hi my name is niku and for some fucking reason everyone i know and love thinks i am a gojo fucker. first of all, they are wrong. uh anyway. one of them said a thing and that’s why this fic exists. it’s also @willowser​’s fault so they should take responsibility. thanks to fabi for checking this for me cuz never wrote this man before. 

word count: 1.1k

“What the hell!”

You’re not sure what you were expecting when you asked to spar with Satoru Gojo. To spend twenty or thirty minutes of your time chasing after a basically untouchable foe until he got bored and decisively ended the fight? To get your ass handed to you as he reminded you, once again, of the difference between you and him? To totally and magnificently lose?

What you can say is you definitely weren't expecting to end up pinning the man who holds the title of the world's strongest sorcerer to the ground. You both know it's not due to your skill as a sorcerer or even due some dumb luck. The only reason why you've got Gojo pinned is simply because he's letting you.

And it pisses you off. It's not like you were expecting to win, but this is just…

"What's wrong?" Gojo asks, mocking you with that disgusting saccharine voice of his. "You look upset. I thought you wanted to beat me."

You do your best to remain calm and not respond to his provocations. Even so, your grip on his wrists tightens ever so slightly.

He notices because of course he does and winces dramatically. "Owie!"

"I know it doesn't hurt," you tell him flatly, resisting the urge to squeeze tighter. It won't do anything to him, but maybe it'd make you feel a little better.

"Nope, not one bit!"

Before you can stop it an annoyed growl escapes your throat and Gojo latches onto it, ready and more than willing to weaponize anything he possibly can. “Come on, what’s got you all frustrated? You can tell me, you know?"

Stupid fucking dumbass piece of shit jerk knows exactly why you’re mad. He probably let you get him because he knew how much it’d aggravate you.

“No need to be so shy,” he continues purposely ignoring your growing rage. “We’re friends after all, aren’t we?”

You choose to remain silent and instantly find it’s the wrong response as Gojo starts to prattle on and on about how he thought that you were friends and how sad he is that you, as his friend won't talk to him, won’t rely on him and blah blah blah. He really loves the sound of his own voice, doesn’t he? Normally, you would just tune him out, but your agitation has left you impaired and on edge.

You need Satoru Gojo to shut up.

Like yesterday.  

Instinct takes over and your body moves on its own, you pull back just a bit before slamming your head in his direction full force. But the hit doesn’t connect because of course it doesn’t. Instead, you feel like you are just hovering over him like an empty threat that you’ll never make good on.

He laughs and your frustration flashes in your chest hot, agitation at its peak. “You know, if you wanted to kiss , you could have just asked.”

“I do not want to kiss you!” you snarl, refusing to take the accusation in silence.

“Oh? You don’t?”

“Hell no!”

“What a shame! I made sure to put on one of Nobara’s lip masks on last night so my lips would be super soft today!”

In a moment of weakness, your eyes flicker to his mouth and his lips curve upward in a smirk. Fuck. It doesn't matter that it was for just a split second— he caught you looking. You consider accusing him of stealing Kugisaki's skin care products to deflect the accusations that are sure to come but before you can the infinity between you dissipates unexpectedly bringing you mere inches from Gojo's infuriating face.

"Well?" he asks, voice intentionally seductive, his warm breath perfuming your face. You manage to suppress a shiver. It's an act. It's an act. He's just trying to get under your skin. "Wanna see for yourself?"

Your refusal lingers at the tip of your tongue— stuck for some reason you don't care to delve into right now.

"Come on." He almost sounds like he's pleading with you, and you keep reminding yourself that the bastard is just fucking with you. "I promise they're really soft."

Your eyes, traitorous things that they are, try to look again, but you force your gaze upward. Maybe if you try headbutting him again it'll work. There's nothing between you now, right?

No harm in trying.

You shift, trying to conceal your movements as best you can before going in for another headbutt. Surely Gojo will put infinity between you when he realizes that you're trying again, saving you both from what could be a massive headache.

But he doesn't.

You end up stopping yourself this time— your mouths even closer now. Too close. You finally take notice of your heart thumping wildly in your chest, the sound echoing in your ears. You should move. You need to move. Now. If you don't, one weird move from either of you will likely close the distance between you.

It's unfortunate for you that Gojo is a fan of weird moves.

He shifts beneath you, just slightly, his chin tilting up and you feel like a thread that's just snapped in two. You reel backwards, repelled by the thought of kissing Satoru Gojo, rejecting the thought, the notion, that for the breadth of a second your lips connected. It didn't happen. It didn't. You still want to wipe your mouth though, just in case. You don’t because you don’t want him to think that maybe there was contact.

Beneath you, Gojo laughs again, amused as he always is. Unsure of what to expect, you jump off him and assume a defensive stance. He rises so that he's sitting up, and you can't tell for sure with that blindfold but you feel like he's watching you.

"I think that's enough for today," he says, pushing himself to his feet. You eye him nervously, keeping your guard up in case it's a fake out. Gojo walks past you nonchalantly and you think that's confirmation that he really is done for the day.

"It was fun," he remarks cheerfully and the fact that it sounds like he means it annoys you a little. Then, his voice drops as he adds, "We should do it again some time."

The way his voice sounds makes it seem like you've just wrapped up a date and not a fight. It makes you feel funny inside and you scowl as you turn to face him, fully intending to tell him to shut up.

But you don't.

Satoru Gojo instead blows you a kiss, immobilizing you before he saunters out the door looking far too pleased with himself.

You stare, your heartbeat erratic and your face warmed by what you're determined to call rage.

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x you #nikuniku fics #tbh there was going to be talk of going feral and thinking about ripping his jugular with his teeth #but that didn't happen because uh the positioning of it i guess #i think it could be done with a tie yank sort of thing but that is neither here nor there #i wanna beat him up #i put a lot of my heart into this reader LMAO #as i also wanna beat him up #infinite loop!verse

[wanderingblindly]

WanderingBlindly Fanfic Masterlist:

Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri

Watch Me (5.5k words, oneshot)

It's half seven, and just like nearly every other day since he's moved in, his neighbor is in his bathroom – poorly concealed by the frosted glass window that's not nearly as frosted as it should be. He's standing on his toes, bending over his sink to get closer to the mirror, clad in next to nothing but short, black briefs. His eyes roam higher, heartrate spiking when he sees it, just like every other time he's seen it: Oscar's neighbor, a seemingly unmated omega, wears his collar. At home. Alone. When he's wearing next to nothing else.

Time After Time (3.k words, oneshot)

It's him, it's definitely... him. But it's him from years ago, narrower in the shoulders and more uncertain in his smile. He recognizes what he's wearing, remembers agonizing over it for the better part of an hour with George and Alex, both laying on his tiny dormitory bed with eager eyes. It's their first date.

Late Nights (1.3k words, oneshot)

Oscar leans forward and rummages through the bag, nabbing a pair of chopsticks and an unopened container. "Want me to stay?" Lando's heart sinks; has he been home late so often that Oscar would offer? "Babe, it's really gonna be a late one, I can't --" He talks around his mouthful of noodles. "I don'mind."

Someone in Seattle (11.6k words, oneshot)

“Could I, like… would you be my model for it? Maybe?” “That’s what the coffee was for then?” “No, that was, uh.” He can feel his face heating up, skin undeniably turning a deeper shade of red under Lando’s gaze – mirthful and a little something else. “That was different.” “Gonna say what?” “No.”

Keep Talking (2.7k words, oneshot)

Closing his eyes, pulling a deep breath in through his nose, Lando lowers himself to the floor – sitting directly next to Oscar’s spread knees. “Yeah?” Oscar asks, voice already softer – leading. He’s still sat casually against the sofa, looking down at Lando with warm, understanding eyes. Lando nods in response, eyes fluttering closed as he lets himself lean against Oscar’s leg, rubbing his cheek against his sweatpants.

Nouveau Hot (3.5k words, oneshot)

Lando’s hand moves faster, the knot in his stomach growing tighter with each stroke, each flick of his wrist. Easy muscle memory, it should be enough but — “Need you, need you, need you now, I- Osc, please I -oh fuck,” He’s rambling, the words spilling out faster as he desperately chases release — hips fucking up uselessly into his hand. “That’s too bad, isn’t it?”

Lando v Media (1.2k words, oneshot)

He’s very aware that fucking his teammate isn’t exactly the best PR move he’s ever come up with. And he didn’t need to be told that, to be clear. Though, to be even clearer, he was told that – Jon made quick work of pointing it out, as did the HR representative, as did the PR representative, as did Andrea. But again, he was already aware, so that all felt really excessive.

Bite Down (Show Me How) (1.2k words, oneshot)

“I’m a virgin, by the way.” Smooth start. Oscar, to his irritating credit, doesn’t even look at him from his spot, leaning casually against the elevator wall. “Yeah?” He turns his head, giving Lando a look that makes him realize he’s not the one in charge here. “Wanna do something ‘bout that?”

You Bring Me Closer to God (9.7k words, oneshot)

They’re still close enough to whisper, Lando’s hand holding him in place as he grins wildly. “You like it rough, Osc?” He doesn’t even care if it’s just a bit, just Lando’s stage persona washing over him like it does all his fans. Looking up at Lando, looking at the lipstick he smeared across his cupid’s bow and chin – it’s like he’s seen god. Felt it on his lips, tasted it on his tongue. Oscar grabs him by the nape of the neck without a second thought, pulling them together just as viciously as the first time. Or: In which Lando is a very slutty front-man for a small band seeking their big break, Oscar is an enamored bartender, and Jenson's bar brings them together.

Hot Pink Ring Pops (Would You Marry Me If I Was a Worm?) (4.2k words, oneshot)

“Oscar isn’t ever gonna marry me if I’m a worm, Jon!” He laments, the words uneven and jagged as he sobs (which, Jon realizes, can’t be good for whatever injuries he’s possibly sustained from the crash). Somehow more importantly, what the fuck did Lando just say?

Is It Gay to Watch Your Teammate on Tiktok? (Asking for a Friend) (12.3k words, 2/2 Chapters)

He’s sitting on the bed, dinner long since picked at, with his knees pulled up to his chest. He feels close to hyperventilating. It’s playing on loop, some sappy little edit captioned “i need to find someone to look at me the same way oscar looks at lando”. And really, who the fuck was going to tell him that Oscar smiles at him like that? 

Mortifying! Anyways, (2.3k words, oneshot)

Mortifying interaction, but he’d survive. Besides, it’s not like the cashier was that cut– “Cute enough to make you stupid, huh Norris?” He could hear his smile before he saw his face, a proper Cheshire grin. “Fuck off mate,” Lando groaned, already trying to scrub the cashier from his brain. Except for the Australian accent, he decided; that bit could stay. Maybe his eyes, too, as tired as they had seemed. And his hair, which looked so soft in that kind of ridiculous side part.

If I'm Barbie, and You're Barbie, then Who's Driving the Bus? (814 words, oneshot)

Anyways, the driver room is largely quiet at the moment. But not entirely, much to Lando’s enjoyment. Buzzing from Oscar’s headphones, loud enough for Lando to hear the words, is a song from Barbie. Charli XCX, no less. 

#masterpost #landoscar #f1 fic #f1 fanfic #If I’m Barbie and You’re Barbie Then Who’s Driving the Bus? #Mortifying! Anyways #Is It Gay to Watch Your Teammate on Tiktok? #Hot Pink Ring Pops #Is It Gay Verse #You Bring Me Closer to God #Bite Down (Show Me How) #Lando v Media #Nouveau Hot #Keep Talking #Someone in Seattle #Late Nights #Time After Time #Watch Me

[jadewritesficshere]

MDNI thinking about alpha!Steve and a/b/o dynamics just

sfw:

• Alpha!Steve who's parents were super excited and proud when he first presented. He chased that feeling and wanted to make his parents proud, leaning into the alpha stereotype, becoming King Steve. It didn't work, just ended up making him more angry and a dick. He woke up and changed, but he had a reputation at that point.

•Steve who got with Nancy before she presented, thinking demure, shy Nancy Wheeler would be an omega. Nancy who presents as an alpha and Steve who was in love willing to make an alpha/alpha relationship work (which is possible but rare). After they broke up, they had a long discussion about everything, and agreed they were better off just friends. Nancy helped Steve work through some internalized issues caused by his parents. Nancy helped him let go of the alpha stereotypes, and now Steve does things that make him happy, even if it is more an omega stereotype.

•Steve who accidentally becomes a pack leader to a bunch of unpresented pups. They joke he's like a mom, but they all see him as a leader and dependable. Dustin knows he can call for a ride anytime or get advice no question asked (maybe a bit of bickering and joking). Will finds comfort in the Alpha and sits in silence near him, sometimes he's painting while Steve reads and Steve praises his work and he feels really happy he made their leader happy. Max, who gets in fights with other pups, reluctantly gets guidance from Steve, who gives her the most disappointed mom look and then gives her pointers on her swings. Steve is whining to the older teens that he doesn't have a pack and everyone is like ???? (Robin also swings at him for acting like they aren't pack bonded, yelling at him about being a bonded pair and Steve is just like well ya platonically but that doesn't count, which causes a whole new argument)

• Steve who is extra sensitive to scents because of getting hit too many times and losing part of his hearing. He is very attentive to the slight changes, and can tell when someone he's close to has different emotions. Steve especially can tell when someone is about to go into rut or heat, and he gives them a care package (because let's be honest half his friends don't take care of themselves, hell he doesn't even take care of himself).

nsfw:

•Alpha!Steve who is so nervous about hurting his partner. He tends to want to be with omegas as they are more prepared to take him, biologically speaking of course. He has slept with every type, but omegas tend to be his favorite.

•Steve was already slightly bigger then average before presenting, and after? Big. Anytime someone sees him for the first time and their mouth drops, he can't help the pride that builds up in him. He knows he needs to get ahold of his ego as these people never stay, but he also loves the dumb look on their faces.

•Steve who wants someone to bond with him, to the point he's a little reckless and baring his neck when he really shouldn't. Of course, no one has been bold enough to attempt to bond with him, but he wants nothing more (he is absolutely reckless and just wants to belong to someone :( he just wants love ok).

•Steve already had a breeding kink, but it becomes 10x stronger after presenting. The thought of filling someone up with his pups, stomach swollen from his seed? The thought alone makes him groan and become hard.

#The way this dynamic had me in a chokehold at an age I never should have been reading this asdjfkdl #The fact i still get heated from this type of dynamic fhsjdjsosl #YA KNOW WHAT DONT JUDGE ME #But no this makes me grrr bark bark bark #Anyways #I know I know this is an acquired taste and it isnt for everyone but guess what it is for me and thats why I wrote it #Also like I know this isn't a fic but would any of yall be interested in a fic cause 👀 #Steve Harrington #Alpha!Steve Harrington #Steve Harrington headcanon #Steve Harrington drabble #Steve Harrington x you #Steve Harrington x reader #Steve Harrington x y/n #Stranger Things #Tw a/b/o #A/B/O verse #Also the read more may not work cause mobile #Tw breeding kink #Jade is Talking

[lover-of-mine]

Seven(ish) Sentence Sunday!

I was tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @wikiangela @try-set-me-on-fire @steadfastsaturnsrings thank you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I think the Eddie begins missing scene fic is almost at a point where I can stop writing it, but, to be honest, I don't know because they refuse to do what I want, so I'm just typing things out and hoping this thing is gonna end before I end up writing Eddie showing up at his lawyer's office lol I am having a few moments where I'm like "is this too much for the point in time they are?" but then I remember Eddie gave Buck Christopher after this and Buck was clawing at the mud trying to reach Eddie while screaming his name and I am making the executive decision that even if it is, it just means they won't talk about it, and they really don't talk about it so it's fine lol anyway, have a little bit of Eddie's disconnected thoughts after he made Buck get in the bed with him (I'm trying my hardest not to let Eddie think the word love so I keep having to backtrack his train of thought lol) prev snippet.

"It's okay, it's okay," Buck says, adjusting around in the bed for a few seconds, before turning to his side, tugging lightly on Eddie's arm, and he blindly moves again, chasing the warmth of Buck's chest. He half expected to panic, this isn't something they do, but he's too comfortable to worry. Besides, it's Buck.  Everything about him is familiar. Even if this is something they have never done before. It's just warm.  Buck is warmth. But it's not only heat.  This is… safe? Eddie doesn't know.  And he doesn't have the energy to find out. Or the presence of mind.  He's just letting the feeling wash over him as he drifts off.

No pressure tagging 🩷: @eddiebabygirldiaz @bucks118 @honestlyeddie @watchyourbuck @housewifebuck @giddyupbuck @wildlife4life and anyone else that feels like it!!

#the trauma fic verse #writing #911 wip #buddie wip #seven sentence sunday #i mean #the canon of the trauma fic is that eddie is aware of something he cant name since the well #i think im doing a good job at that but i don't know #anyway #eddie is gonna wake up to buck getting chris ready and then he's gonna realize he needs to talk to his lawyer and hopefully the fic will en #but who knows? #definitely not me #eddie does what he wants im just a vessel trying to get him to follow a script he doesn't really feel like following lol

[swaps55]

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

A while back I got this thing in my head that needed to exist, so I wrote it, even though the timeline is wrong and this scene kind of...can't exist. But I wanted it, so I wrote it, and since there is nothing to do with it but let it languish in my files, I'm gonna put it here.

We'll call it Jeremy Bearimy, because that's the only explanation I have for how this could work.

~

Ashley’s eyes snap open, heart beating in her throat, though she can’t remember why.

It’s warm, humid, salt hanging in the air. Shallow waves lap at her boots. Out on the horizon, the storm that’s been threatening ever since the Normandy landed on Virmire is finally clearing, and the Hoc star cuts one hell of a silhouette as it sinks behind the breaking clouds.

(things fall apart. the centre cannot hold.)

She wipes the corner of her mouth, expecting blood to be there, but her hand comes away clean.

Wait a damn minute. Where the fuck is her helmet?  

She’s supposed to be in combat armor. Alenko checked every piece of plating on her Colossus suit himself before she climbed in the Mako; she remembers, because he gave her shit over her neon green boots again, joking that she should just toss them out the airlock and wear the Colossus boots with her uniform instead.

She’s back in the damn green boots. And her BDUs. 

A lance of pain cuts through her side, and she hisses through her teeth. But there’s nothing there. No breach in the hardsuit she isn’t wearing, no tear in her uniform. No slab of medigel stuck to her skin.

“You look lost,” a voice says.

Ashley turns with a start, reaching for a gun that isn’t there – where the fuck is her rifle – to find an unfamiliar marine with a southern drawl wearing Alliance fatigues and a thick mop of dark hair sitting at a table, sipping a cocktail with a paper umbrella stuck in it.

“What the fuck is happening right now?” she demands, crossing her arms defiantly across her chest. If she can’t shoot him, she might as well look like she can.

He pushes a second chair out with a foot, a grin on his face that could charm a krogan. “Have a seat. Got a full bar. Figured you’d need a drink.”

“Who the hell are you? Where’s Shepard? Where’s Alenko?” She tightens her arms around herself, unease knotting deep in her gut. “We were…” She shakes her head, trying to remember. “It was important. Alenko was in trouble.”

The grin softens into a wistful smile. “Yeah. I know. But he’s all right. Or will be, I think. Sit down. You’ve earned it. I’d really like the company, to be honest. My name’s Clay Beaudoin, and I think we have a lot to talk about.”   

#my fic #clay beaudoin #i just really want the two of them to talk #i want to know what they'd have to say #opus!verse #sort of

[ofmermaidstories]

@chthonianqueen93 uploaded the first chapter of the podfic version of surrender and i wanted to make some art for it. 😭 i like pretending im a graphic designer. 😌 but anyways making these was fun bc a) it gave me a lil break away from writing and b) it made me realise how much i wanna make stuff for other fics by other people lmaoooo. (so i can play at being a graphic designer more hehe)

#i never do tho bc it always feels—rude??? like im somehow imposing how i feel about their fic onto them 💀 LMAO which is STUPID because #obvi i do NOT feel the same way when people make stuff with my fics in mind but—idk 🥺 maybe it’s the insecurity talking LMFAOOOOOOOO #don’t look at me DONT LOOK AT MEEE #ugh i should do some organisational tags ok here we go: #surrender-fic verse

[emotionalcraney]

Fic List !

- Rise of the TMNT (ROTTMNT)

The Weight Of The World (Donnie x reader)

- TMNT (2012)

- Spy X Family

- Spiderverse

Too Careless (Pavitr x reader)

#important info #masterlist #fic list #craney talks #tmnt 2012 #rise of the tmnt #tmnt 2018 #tmnt #spy x family #into the spider verse #across the spiderverse #spiderman

[metalbvcky]

in all seriousness this is the best thing Marvel has put out since... i don't know, since phase 4 began? the writing, the storytelling, the cinematography (the record store scene my GOD), all of it is just phenomenal. this is by far Tom's best portrayal of Loki TO DATE. like-- i haven't felt this way about an MCU film in ages not even TFATWS had my heart rushing this much are there things that need to be wrapped up? yes!! do we need a season 3? double yes!!! are we going to be emotionally okay while Loki is all alone until that happens? NO 😭😭😭😭

#loki series #loki #loki spoilers #loki season 2 #mandy talks and stuff #god damn it fuck fuck fuck i'm going insane #i kept it together in the post but i'm unleashing my emotions in the tags #i need to write a fic #my modern au series i don't care there are endless TIMELINES #THEY SAID SO IN THE SHOW #THEY FUCKIN MENTIONED 616 #MULTI!!! VERSE!!!!

[altschmerzes]

🌹🌹🌹 Can we see a little snippet of one of those cuddles Jamie gets in wriggle up please please please? :D

one THOUSAND percent. this is more than a 'little' lmao but. we know how i work around here.

this is from the fallout of the 2x08 debacle in wriggle up on dry land, after they've taken jamie home from the hospital.

cw for direct references to injuries caused by abuse.

Despite the late hour and despite the exhaustion making him feel like he’s been coated in lead, Ted doesn’t go to sleep right away. He changes into his pyjamas and then sits up on top of his still-made bed, leaning against the headboard and reading a book. Well. ‘Reading a book,’ insofar as ‘staring at the same page and not remotely processing any of the words on it for minutes at a time, occasionally flipping a page out of pure instinct’ can be considered reading. At this point, Ted doesn’t even remember what the book is, just that it had been sitting next to his lamp and it was better than grabbing his phone, what with all the anxiety-inducing crap that thing tended to contain at any given moment. It’s because of this avoidance of actual sleep that Ted notices immediately when the door down the hall opens.

Closing his book and setting it off to the side, Ted watches with a light frown as Jamie exits the spare room - his room, and starts down the hall. His posture is reluctant and closed-off, moving like he’s coated in the same lead that Ted is, and he makes the trip slowly. It’s hard to tell if the lethargic pace is due to pain or something else, and the thought makes Ted’s heart skip a beat.

When he reaches the doorway to Ted’s room, Jamie hesitates outside of it. The pause only lasts for a moment and then the boy is walking across the threshold and directly over to the side of the bed. Jamie is silent as he crawls up onto the mattress to Ted’s right, laying down facing the wall with his arms folded over his chest and going very, very still.

Book now entirely forgotten, Ted looks at Jamie and waits for him to say something, to reveal what it is he came here for, what he needs or wants. Nothing of the sort happens. Jamie doesn’t do anything at all. He doesn’t get up and leave but he doesn’t move any closer to Ted either. He doesn’t ask for anything, doesn’t make a sound. Jamie just lays there, facing the wall, curled in on himself and motionless - and putting all the pressure squarely on his bad shoulder, too. It has to ache something fierce, even with the painkillers the doctors sent him home with.

Ted’s heart hurts in his chest looking at him - literally. It literally, physically hurts. He watches the boy for a while, unsure what to do, his sternum throbbing and worry heavy and thick in his lungs. Jamie still doesn’t do anything, doesn’t say anything or move at all, though he’s too rigid to have fallen asleep. His arms are tucked tight against his chest, giving the impression of someone who is holding himself in a mimicry of someone else doing so.

That’s the thought that finally prompts Ted to take some kind of action. He can’t bear it any longer, watching the boy there and knowing that he needs something but not knowing what, and so he reaches out. The hand that he settles on the stiff crest of Jamie’s shoulder is slow and cautious, not wanting to do the wrong thing and spook or hurt the kid. All Ted gets in response is a muted, suffocated flinch - one he knows by now is far from an actual indication on its own that Jamie doesn’t want to be touched. There’s a subtle pressure against Ted’s palm that confirms the suspicion, even as Jamie’s body shudders with a laboured, tremulous breath - Jamie is leaning back against the hand on his shoulder.

Doing his best not to jostle either of them, Ted slides down the headboard a bit, pillow bunching behind him to create a support for the new, no longer upright angle. With gentle pressure and an abundance of care, Ted slips his hand from Jamie’s upper shoulder down to the other one, the one jammed into the mattress. He pulls at Jamie gingerly, guiding the kid around to face him and cross the gap between them, ever mindful of the pain he must be in, even still. Ted can’t stop seeing it in his mind: the permanent mental image of Jamie’s whipped back, the wounds now hidden by his shirt. The inescapable and acute awareness of the welts, the broken skin, leaves Ted as cautious as if he is handling spun glass as he curls an arm around Jamie, settling the boy in against his chest.

Jamie goes readily and without a hint of a fight. He leans himself fully into Ted’s side, his forehead pressed against Ted’s collarbone, though his hands stay tucked up in fists between them, not reaching out or holding on. Ted can feel the fabric of his shirt warm with Jamie’s heavy, ragged breaths. He isn’t crying but he is shaking, trembling all over and breathing like he’s just run a marathon as he lays, boneless and almost desperate, against Ted.

Normally, it’s a struggle for Ted to keep quiet. He doesn’t handle silences well and he never has, but this is an exception. It’s not that he enjoys the silence, really, he finds it just as disconcerting as he always does, but his brain is empty of things to say. So, because he can’t think of anything and because Jamie isn’t talking either, he doesn’t say anything at all. Ted just cradles him, holding the kid as tight as he dares to when the increase in pressure only prompts Jamie to press closer in turn, and thinks about how still he’d been when he first laid down - still and silent, facing the wall.

Jamie had not asked for this. He hadn’t reached out to be hugged, or asked to cuddle, or anything of the sort - and of course he didn’t. He had just laid there on the bedspread next to Ted, getting as close and taking as much as he dared.

It’s devastating to think about. He’s a kid. He’s just a kid, just sixteen years old, and Ted remembers being that age with a sharp and vivid clarity. Sometimes he wishes that he didn’t, but he remembers, and when you’re sixteen and something terrible happens to you, something annihilating happens to you, sometimes you need your mom or dad to hold you. And isn’t that something that Jamie probably has all but no experience with, huh. Not when his mom’s been gone for years and his dad- Well. Suffice to say it’s no shock he hadn’t been able to ask for what he needed, ask to be held.

#gav gab #gav answers #writing liveblog #fic: wriggle up on dry land #ask box games #abuse implied #thus begins a Trend in the baby jamie ‘verse wherein ted very quickly picks up on how like #this sort of constantly moving talks a mile a minute fidgety kid #coming over and sitting or laying down or standing Right Next To You #and being very quiet and still and just Being There #is how he asks for physical affection or comfort #and they’ll work on that - on getting him to be able to ask more directly or initiate it #but this is also a learning curve for roy who has No Idea for a while #what he’s doing and why until someone explains it to him like #he wants you to hug him is why he’s doing that

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Ok sorry I’m long overdue for a follow up of these tags I left on your post lol. Here goes: In my brain, the role of a cop is a very masculine one. Like obviously there are female cops but whenever they appear in media ( at the ones I’ve seen) they always are very masculine. So with Hayward whole thing about performing the role of a standard cop I think he was also performing masculinity in a very standard way. His whole arc in season 2 has also been about learning who he is outside of that performance so he I think he can also start to experiment with gender and get silly with it. I think that’d be good for him. maybe this only makes sense to me but thank you for the space to expand upon me ideas.

This is paige and Hayward season three. my final message

I just saw this response omg loving where you head is at... gotta get this out on the record before s3e3

#he can be gnc like harry dubois never let himself be #the silt verses #investigating officer hayward #hayward's gender has GOT to be weird like his whole thing with his wife who doesn't exist is SO gender #god I need to go back and rewrite 'come hell or high water' to make Hayward's wife not have been real #I think Jon and Muna have heavily implied that Hayward's wife was supposed to exist at the end of s1 #but Jon decided to make her fake retroactively just to fuck with us #(in a 'just to fuck with us (affectionate)' kinda way #I don't believe in rewriting fic to conform to canon but the fact that THAT'S the fanon they canonized is *so* fucking good #a tasty tasty treat for us gremlins #but his wife that doesn't exist... he's like an alien in a human body doing a dane cook routine at work #whenever he talks about his wife who doesn't exist hating him I'm reminded of that John Mulaney bit #of 'my wife's a bitch and I don't like her? That's not a comedy routine! That's a support group for men in crisis!' #like Hayward. you invented this woman #she isn't real #why did you make her a bitch who doesn't like you???? #and who YOU are pathetically still in love with #Like that's the craziest thing he doesn't even portray himself as in a failing marriage #he portrays himself as being desparate to stay in a failing marriage even though he isn't in love because he's afraid of being alone??? #like hello am I speaking English here that's fucking insane in the membrane #siltposting #anyway thank you for answering my ask sorry to write this tag novel when you were just trying 2 help