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“What’s Comic Con?” - EndHawks
Pitch One:
Enji knew about different hero fan events, even made a few pre-recorded videos to play at them, though he'd never been roped into live panels, much less something that seemed as tacky as meet and greets, but when Shoto starts excitedly talking about the convention he and his girlfriend, Camie, are attending–she's going to have a table in an alley full of artists and Shoto is very proud for some reason–Izuku Midoriya, who might as well be another son for the fondness Enji has developed for him, doubles the rambling by talking about how much fun he has every time he goes and the costumes his mother helped him sew for him and Katsuki, and then Hawks, who Enji would have expected to mix sarcasm and groans about being forced into appearances and paraded around in with his smiles and support, starts instead waxing fondly about some past conventions he's been to, well Enji starts to wonder what he's missing.
When he tries to join the conversation by asking who he should contact about being booked as a guest, he's almost laughed away from the table. Hawks explains both that the convention they are discussing isn't really a hero event, persay, and though he still would be welcome as a guest ("Actually, you're too big a name for them, sweetheart.") the fun is going undercover as an attendee.
Enji understands the appeal of that even less, but he's supportive of his boyfriend and his children (and his children adjacent young people that still come to dinner sometimes).
A pinch of interest leads to him being pushed a mile outside of his comfort zone.
And that's how Endeavor and Hawks end up wandering a convention center dressed as Link and Sidon.
Pitch Two:
Quirk evolution under extreme duress and possible imminent death is something they'd seen before–and recently. What Endeavor and Hawks have not seen is…wherever the hell it is they end up after a desperate ComicMan sends a WARP their way while the heroes are fighting for their lives and losing.
You've just landed in the Orange County Convention Center in Orlando, Florida, bleeding, battered, and now concerningly quirkless, dressed in what you've just been told is "Sick Endhawks cosplay." What do you do next?
Go to Disney World of course.
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otaku553 · 3 months
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i love your art, it's so cool!! for the req, can i request cloud from ff7 <3
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Thank you! Here’s cloud :) his hair was difficult to figure out,,,,
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megatraven · 2 months
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hey. hi. 👉👈 maybe possibly going to write a mystery fic inspired by a horror game let's play i watched 😳 it'll have ot4 vibes
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ilexdiapason · 7 months
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For the fake fic game:
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Generally, people don't enjoy being murdered
generally people don't enjoy being murdered by diapason
In which Jack Manifold has a terrible day, and nobody seems to care. (How could Tommy's week possibly have been worse?)
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katiek101 · 3 months
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For a WIP game: Half-Spirit Fireheart AU
in response to this post:
In which Fireheart is wounded in one of Brokenstar's ambushes and is slowly dying, and a StarClan warrior panics and gives Fireheart a life illegally. Fireheart wakes up and runs back to ThunderClan to help defend it, only to learn that days have passed and his Clanmates assumed he was killed.
Fireheart goes hunting for answers and finds the StarClan warrior in the forest, now a walking spirit that somehow only Fireheart can see. The spirit becomes something of a guide to Fireheart because now that he's half-spirit, he can see Things and he has Questions. He's also acting a little bit strange these days and his Clanmates are starting to get suspicious; since when does Fireheart have a short fuse? Since when does Fireheart unsheathe his claws sparring with apprentices? Since when does Fireheart stare Tigerclaw down like he wants to fight?
That's another thing. Graystripe is consumed with Silverstream and the civil war that's brewing in RiverClan, so the spirit also tries to counsel Fireheart not just on how to handle Tigerclaw, but how to handle all the political drama and the secrets that are being unearthed.
Take the first arc and give it a good shake, and you get a lot of familiar faces and scenarios but it quickly spirals into something completely different.
Featuring fallen angel trope; angry Fireheart (like the version that yelled at Bluestar because StarClan kicked out SkyClan over not enough trees); StarClan/Dark Forest lore; warrior Cinderpelt; spoiled-rotten-princess Silverstream; ShadowClan's sketchy new leader; uhh is Tigerclaw actually scared of Fireheart??; lowkey Fire/Sand sibling dynamics; and finally, "what would happen if somebody took Bluestar up on that offer she made one time?"
For fun, here's an excerpt of what I currently have written:
It isn’t until she lays her ear against his chest that she stiffens. Fireheart waits for her to ask a question, but when she stays silent, he asks, “What’s wrong?”
“I’ve never heard a heart beat this slow,” Yellowfang whispers. “I don’t know how it’s still beating. Have you felt different, recently?” Worry creases the lines on her face. “Weak, or easily exhausted?”
For Yellowfang, Fireheart tries. He tries to find the words to describe how he’s felt since he woke up on the burial grounds.
Like someone broke all of my bones and then tried to meld them back together, but there are dents and cracks and they don’t fit the same anymore. Like there’s sun on my back but the warmth doesn’t touch me. Like fresh-kill lost its flavor. Like I dream about memories that don’t belong to me.
Like I’m half-flesh, half-spirit, a mistake.
“No,” lies Fireheart. “I’ve felt fine.”
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prismaticpichu · 9 months
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Howdy! Hope y’all are having an amazing day!!
So! I just had this little idea pluck at me this morning, just a little creative exercise to help feed my stubbornness and delusions within this fandom I call home.
With that said, how does this sound?? ~ Y’all send me a scenario—or a keyword, or anything—and I go ahead and craft a Nibelheim fix-it around it! It can be as vague or as detailed as you want, stupid or as angsty or as floofy as your heart desires, and the roadblocks can be during or before the mission! There’s no limit to what I will do to keep Sephiroth sane <33 Because in case you don’t know, you’re in Weenie Hut Jrs, the safest part of town, and we got one promise:
Nibelheim doesn’t happen here!
So hey! Let’s be delusional together!
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roboticnebula · 23 days
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Fake Fic asks: 🐝 Refraction
🐝 send me a fake fic title, and I’ll make up a summary for it!
Cisco doesn't know why he keeps dreaming of Barry - their patient in Star labs. Sure, it could be the guilt for what happened to him, and he's been spending a lot of his waking hours looking him up and talking to the man's family.
Barry sounds exactly like the sort of person Cisco would love to hang out with, but it doesn't explain why Cisco has such specific dreams of the two of them watching Star Trek and placing bets on who can eat the most Belly Burger nuggets (spoiler alert for himself: Barry always wins, the man is a bottomless pit).
It gets very worrying when the dreams slowly grow into strange, waking visions of Barry moving at superspeed, fighting a man in yellow, and into very creepy flashes of Doctor Wells standing over Barry's comatose body.
Cisco can't explain it, but he knows Barry is in very grave danger at Star labs and he's determined to save his future best-friend-maybe-something-else. He also really hopes Barry wakes up soon, because this will all be a lot to explain.
(In which Cisco gets his vibe powers before Barry wakes up from his coma. Set in the CW Flash show.)
(Fake fic ask game!)
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Fan Work Friday Saturday
Rules: If you're tagged, MAKE A NEW POST and showcase one fanartist or fanfic you recommend (with links), and tag someone to give their recs next! Don't forget to reblog the rec you were tagged in!
thank you for the tags @dreadfutures @greypetrel and @shivunin!! <33
It is So Hard to pick only one person, so i might do more later x'd already got an excuse to do three, with all three tags hahah
Fanartist: @herearedragons
Who does cool fic as well! Gotta highlight the art though because that way i can show off the rad piece she did of Neira that i am still obsessed with:
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(here's a link for reblogs! :])
Dragon's regularly got art with amazing colours and compositions, and great character art in general!! And has commissions open. By the way. 👀👀
FANFIC: In Lothering by @heniareth
Rating: T Words: 26,462 Summary: Well. There’s no use standing around. Astala starts making her way through the crowd, looking for Alistair, or Morrigan. Maybe she’d even find them both if they had gotten to argue again. She turns around, looking here and there, finds neither them, nor Sten, nor Leliana, nor- Loud barking is the first thing she hears, and then Rascal comes barreling down the dirt path between two rows of tent. Astala is happy to see him. How strange, she thinks, that she should be happy to see a mabari.
Gotta go with this one since it's fresh on the mind, and i absolutely love the way it captures the early game feelings and character dynamics of DAO! Also i am just. very very fond of Astala and i need everyone to read about her <3
tagging in turn (with no pressure):
@cao-the-dreamer @iceta @curiouslavellan @ndostairlyrium @daggerbeanart @nanowatzophina @a-drama-addict @snowberry-pie @bearsizedant @wonderofthemoon @goofsoup @inquisimer @creativegoblin @exantivancrow @wildercrow @andnatiabrosca @umanta @hervissa @bumblewarden
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lyranova · 1 month
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"The Masks We Wear" for a fake fic title
Zerilliam mayhaps? 😏
Hiya Camy! Ooo let’s see 👀!
“ Zera Cassia is the young heiress to a multi-million dollar company that is currently in crisis due to her father falling ill. William Vangeance on the other hand, is the bastard son of the current CEO to a once failed but now ‘skyrocketing’ company. Despite the two companies being competitiors, Zera and William have never once met each other. At least, not until one evening during a masquerade ball where Zera decides to boldly announce the two are to be married in order to get away from some…very unsuitable suitors. Oh, and did I also mention that the two companies are covers for their respective family’s mafia businesses?”
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Akuroku- with the title of "chasing the flames"
Axel loves his life now, and he acknowledges that all his experiences, even the bad, even when he was bad and not for a lack of knowing better (He may not have had a heart for a time as a Nobody, but he did still have his memories), are important to embrace as part of what shaped him. 
He can't help but sometimes mourn the Lea who died though, and who he could have been. He finds himself wondering about the life he could have lead. 
He'd never trade meeting Roxas though.
When he confesses all this to Roxas however, his boyfriend assures him that there wouldn't need to be a trade.
They are soulmates, meant to be. A universe where they both exist in any form is a universe where they find each other and are together. Roxas plays pretend with Axel and tells him how it would have been.
Lea escapes Radiant Garden, but ends up on Twilight Town and builds a life. Years later he finds Roxas at the old.mansion before Xemnas can pick him up, gives him a place to stay, and they become friends, then something more. When the Organization comes searching for Roxas, both Roxas and Lea manifest keyblades, ready to fight to the death to protect each other.
Maybe Roxas is still taken in by Organization Thirteen and partnered with the fearsome replacement number eight, Noxel the Lord of Lions--a terrible mentor, too gloomy and not inclined toward ice cream eating and sunset watching.  While on mission one day though, Noxel and Roxas witness a struggle match between Seifer and Lea and cupid strikes. They don't call what happens next stalking, but, rather, recognizance. The Organization eventually ends up with two hostages, but, almost as quickly, it ends up with two defectors instead.
But then maybe Lea was never on Twilight Town to begin with. Perhaps Lea was on Traverse Town with Aerith, Cid, and the others, only to return to Radiant Garden when its heart is sealed. Maybe he heads the Restoration Committee and blows off steam at the Olympus Coliseum in his free time. Maybe he and Roxas meet in battle and he makes the blonde a bet that, if he beats him,  he doesn’t just get the cup but he gets a date too.
Or Roxas could be born early. Ventus isn’t able to take refuge in Sora’s heart while sleeping for long before the stress of it causes splintered pieces. Roxas rises out of those pieces and follows vague memories left from the part of him that is Ventus to Radiant Garden and to Lea. Lea might mistake him for Ventus at first, but it could only be Roxas he falls in love with. They escape Radiant Garden together when it falls. Wherever they end up they are happy.
There is no reality where Roxas doesn’t chase the flame that lights his heart down, and there is no world where the flame doesn’t warm for his blonde.
If happened how it was supposed to happen, but, if Lea had lived, one part of his destiny would have been the same. There’s no worry about that.
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hoodie-buck · 8 months
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fic stats meme!
Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.
tagged by my beloveds: @loserdiaz @disasterbuckdiaz @hippolotamus @monsterrae1 @spotsandsocks @thewolvesof1998 @wildlife4life @buddierights
most hits:
if i lay here, would you lie with me (forget the world)
“Does this story have a point?” Eddie questioned, Lena narrowing her eyes at him. “This guy, my sort of friend—what if he could watch Chris for you?” Eddie furrowed his brows together.
“You want me to leave my kid who’s halfway across the country with some—stranger?”
It beats having him sent home to your parents, right?”Well, she had a point there.
Eddie shook his head, overwhelmed with his thoughts.
“Look, I appreciate it Bosko, but I just—I don’t know. This is my kid we’re talking about.”
“I know that, and I know how much you love him. Hell, you’ve sent me ten plus emails when I was watching him for you.”
Eddie looked to where there was a line coming out of their commanders office. He turned to Lena, giving his full attention.
“Alright, tell me about this friend of yours.”
—or—
The one where Eddie’s in the army, Shannon gives up her rights to Chris, and Eddie needs a babysitter. Good thing Lena knows Buck, the guy having nothing better to do than help babysit until Eddie gets back. Eddie would come home, and he would leave; it wasn’t like they were going to build some lifetime friendship or anything.
second third most kudos:
five + one (i did 3rd most kudos, bc army!eddie won this as well) also wtf allowed me to name a fic this 💀
Five times Eddie calls Buck by his real name and one time Buck calls Eddie by his or Five times Eddie drives Buck crazy with his real name, and one time Buck gets revenge
third most comments:
coastlines
-He’d surfed many seas, rode an infinite amount of waves, though none of them quite felt like home, like he’d surfaced. It wasn’t until he met the guy with eyes as deep as the ocean that he let himself drift to shore, sinking right into them. Everything about him was like being right on the edge, like you could travel for miles and still never quite reach his depths, like a wave that couldn’t be touched, couldn’t be brought down. Sometimes, you couldn’t stop the wave, but you could learn to surf it. Eddie had spent his entire life riding the waves, but nothing could prepare him for the depths of Evan Buckley. – —or— the buddie surfing au
fourth third most bookmarks:
I want to love you (but I don't know how) (i did 3rd most since 5+1 won this as well)
“Say we want to, I don’t know…maybe you…or I, will want to let the other know that I’m safe at work, like if there’s a bad call or something.” Eddie nodded for him to go on, Buck already reaching to tap the correct buttons. “How about two taps means: ‘I’m safe’.” Buck tapped his bracelet twice, the two of them watching in awe as Eddie’s lit up, vibrating where it lay over his wrist. He watched as Eddie visibly shivered; he couldn’t be sure if it was due to the magic of the bracelets, or Eddie’s fear of technology—maybe a little of both. Buck cleared his throat, ducking his head a little as he continued. “And maybe, we could use—4 taps to say: ‘I’m hurt, but ok’.” Eddie looked up to him then, raising a brow. “How many taps do we need for, ‘my best friend is a dumbass and did something stupid again, and I’m not there to have his back’?” Buck deadpanned. “Well, that would be nineteen, to be exact.” -or- Buck buys him and Eddie touch bracelets, not wanting either of them to feel disconnected after Eddie leaves. They help, but the real thing is still better.
fifth most words:
when i lose my grip, you pull me back (you're my universe)
Buck only nuzzled closer, his breath ghosting over Eddie’s lips, begging Eddie to take that last step. “Ev, please don’t make this harder than it already is.” Buck’s lips were all but touching his, their noses pressed together. Buck was all around him, voice pleading. “Just one Eds, please.” That was the problem. It was never just one; once they dove into the world of each other, it was almost impossible to stop—they could never get enough. Not enough kisses, touches, or sweet sounds made between them would ever be enough; if there was one thing they never tired of, it was each other. —or— A collection of firsts in Buck and Eddie’s relationship, from when they met as teenagers, to now. Aka the teen buddie au.
fic with least words:
mornings with you
A soft morning between our soft boys
tagging: @redlightsandicedtea @justsmilestuffhappens @onward--upward @honestlydarkprincess @swiftiebuckleyhan @barbiediaz @djdangerlove @cowboydiazes @alyxmastershipper @ronordmann @wh0re-behavi0r @spaceprincessem @giddyupbuck @transbuck
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🐝 Flowers in December
(for the fake fic game)
Ooooh thank you for the playing the fake fic game!
🐝 send me a fake fic title, and I’ll make up a summary for it!
"Flowers in December"
Despite the Capitol being taken down and the Games ending, Katniss claims that she'll only marry when flowers grow in December. Her wartime buddy and hopeful suitor Peeta takes up the challenge, looking for the strongest, heartiest flower to bloom despite the snow.
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ilexdiapason · 7 months
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🐝 send me a fake fic title, and I’ll make up a summary for it!
"When blades cross"
When Blades Cross by diapason, GoodTimesWithScar
It was supposed to be a ritual like any other. Light the candles, draw the runes, invite the Lady Death to inhabit her beloved's mind and body, then watch Kristin to make sure she didn't absolutely destroy Phil's physical presence in her afternoon of visitation.
One of the runes must have been smudged or something, though - because right now Techno's face to face with a very confused and angry warrior spirit, who doesn't seem to realise that he's possessing Phil, and who demands to know what happened to his lord and master the Red King.
Techno's not, like, greeeat at rune magic. So, until he can get ahold of someone on the mainland who is, he appears to be stuck with the Hand of the King. Here's hoping this guy's good company!
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foxgirlplushie · 10 days
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🐝 ‘This could lead to excellence (or serious injury)’
cutter/lappland, graphic depictions of violence, dead dove do not eat, bloodplay, knifeplay, vague suicidal ideation, near death experiences
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theriverbeyond · 10 months
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fic title: "at the top of my lungs (in my arms)"
griddlehark
PLOT:
Modern AU. Harrowhark has just returned home from a disastrous first year at Canaan University. Her advisor (Abigail Pent) is begging her to give it another shot, but Harrow can barely even drag herself out of bed every morning much less think about returning.
The story is told in 2nd person, & is a mix of flashbacks to what really happened during the year, interspersed with Harrowhark in the present trying to pull the shambles of her life together. It's difficult. Beyond difficult. Harrow has to content with an empty house, a broken heart, and an overflowing grief that she cannot even begin to name. Eventually, though, she may finally gain the courage to speak about what she went through and who she lost.
RANDOM PLOT POINTS:
At some point, family friend Ortus (who she has long despised) manages to get through to her by dragging her to one of his poetry jams. She spends the entire time sneering, hiding in the back and swearing death on Ortus' whole line, but that night, another sleepless ache, Harrow sits down and writes her first poem, a love letter to ******. She can't bring herself to address the poem, but it's the first crack in her armor, and her first step twoards recovery
Harrow uses poetry to process her feelings/grief, find connection with others (begrudgingly tolerence of Ortus -> genuine affection and care as he never gives up on her and they reconcile their past differences), and be able to feel in some way like she is holding Gideon even when she never will again
The last chapter is like, Harrow doing a spoken word poetry preformance about Gideon (rip!!!) woven in with her finally being able to return to campus after two years away
Flashbacks are like, Harrow (pre-med/bio major) and Gideon (poetry/lit major) went to Canaan University together. Harrow because it was always her dream, Gideon to follow Harrow. Over the year their lifelong situationship becomes something more. They go from sharing late night study sessions and friends to sharing spit and freshman year dorm sickness and even a bed -- and finally, both end up victim to a senseless act of violence that ultimately takes Gideon's life and leaves Harrow shattered
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Grief/Mourning
Nonlinear Narrative
Ortus redemption arc
Gideon haunts the narrative
send me a fic title and I'll make up a fake summary!
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shrinkthisviolet · 1 month
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🐝La Vie est Belle
Kamilla fell in love with photography for a very simple reason: life was beautiful, and she wanted ample time to admire every facet of it. Maybe it was no match for superpowers. But with every new photo, every smile from the Team, every time she saw their shoulders relax...Kamilla figured it was her superpower. It’s easy for Kamilla to feel hopeless when her home city is filled with chaos every week and she has no power to stop it. It’s harder still to explain to some people why she hangs around so many metahumans when she has no power to help them. But sometimes the light catches on a butterfly’s wings just right, she snaps a photo that takes her breath away, and the Team takes a moment to admire it while the stresses of their latest battle fall away…and she knows better.
fake fic ask game!
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