#i wish you would write a fic where...

[navybrat817]

I wish you would write a fic where after a one night stand with a pair of sexy Stucky husbands you’ve ended up pregnant!

Who's the daddy, nonnie, and why I am not permanently a part of their relationship? Bahaha. Just kidding! But seriously.

Imagine how happy they'd be. Or maybe not if it's angsty. I'd like to think they'd do their part. Or maybe you think they don't care since, after all, it was a one night stand. So many ways it could go.

Love and thanks! ❤️

#navybrat answers #ask game #i wish you would write a fic where... #stucky x reader #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

For the anon who just sent the "I wish you would write a fic where..." that starts with "dealer's choice", thank you so much!!! I absolutely LOVE this idea and already have so many ideas! I'm going to hold off answering it for now because I want to actually write a fic, but it may have to wait until after whumptober.

However please don't think I am ignoring the ask because believe me, I will be thinking about it constantly! 🥰

#thanks! #anon ask #i've always wanted to do something sort of like this #there are so many places i can take it! #i wish you would write a fic where... #ask game

[five-rivers]

I wish you write a fic where danny develops amnesia

You're in luck! I have!

But if I were to randomly give him complete retrograde amnesia while he's on his own...

I'd put him in the Ghost Zone. Convince him he's a regular ghost.

Probably the kiddo ran into the Lethe or something. He's careless like that. Nothing to do with the ghosts wiping their hands off and getting the heck outta doge in the other direction.

He can run into someone he knows. As a treat. But not any of his usual allies. Someone like Klemper or the Box Ghost.

Naturally they are concerned. Boxy brings him home. Wife and kid are there. It's all very friendly.

Of course, Danny's old allies and friends want him back, and they do blame whoever he's with for his current state.

#danny phantom #ask #answer #i wish you would write a fic where...

[m0srael]

I love the way you worldbuild and play with creative magic systems in fantastical ways! I'd love to see the way you'd write a fic where some mundane typically Muggle activity is turned wizarding, like house cleaning or magical television broadcasting/recording...

Oh, Starry, thank you!! I do love a bit of complex magical theory 😈. This ask immediately conjured a very specific image for me. One of my favorite fics of all time is The Man Who Lived by sebastianL. I'm so enamored with their characterization of Draco, and talk about world-building!! There is so much to love about that story.

I'm imagining a TMWL-style Draco (aggressively repentant, a bit self-loathing, messy, complicated, endearing, and human) who makes the hard decision to cut all ties with the Wizarding World and everything he's ever known and found comfort in.

He moves to a big, new city and settles in some run-of-the-mill Muggle neighborhood. Maybe he has a tiny, dingy flat on the top floor of a multi-story walk-up that he loves with his whole heart, despite the cockroaches and leaking pipes and lack of central heat and air.

He's young when he leaves Wizarding Britain, maybe he's just a year or two past the War and the trials, and he'd barely gotten his feet under himself in the world he knew--starting over now feels a bit like learning to walk and talk again, and so (a bit intentionally, a bit subconsciously) he seeks comfort in "childish" things. He surrounds himself with softness, color, ease, and whimsy in a way that was never possible for him before now.

His flat is painted in pastel hues of blue, pink, and green. He finds a discarded neon sign on the side of the road, an ad for a beer brand that he's never even heard of, and hangs it on his living room wall so the room is constantly bathed in bright, colorful light. He starts collecting crocheted blankets and quilts from the local flea market and teaches himself (more or less) how to reupholster furniture so he can cover up the horrendous brown of his second-hand couch with something orange and green and loud and floral.

On one of his first nights in the city--before he learned about mugging and the risk of walking around alone at night with headphones in--he decides to go for a long stroll. He starts at his apartment building's front door and just goes--up and down streets, around blocks, over bridges, and down alleyways. Most of the shops are closed this late at night, but occasionally he passes a crowded pub or a twenty-four-hour diner with a handful of tired-looking people inside.

When he finally decides he's walked far enough and turns back in the general direction of home, something catches his eye. Bright light pours out of a storefront In the middle of the block opposite him. All the shops around it are dark and shuttered, their grates pulled down and locked for the night. Something about the place draws him closer--maybe it's the warmth of the yellow light pooling on the wet pavement, maybe it's the fact that the door is propped wide open so that anyone could wander in, maybe it's the red and blue 'open' sign flickering in the window. he steps right into the middle of the empty road and then up onto the curb on the other side.

And he finds that it's a shop full of Muggle laundry machines. Just a small, one-room establishment lined with washing machines and dryers, bisected by a long, low table. There's a row of bucket seats situated along the front window, a washed-out rainbow of molded plastic. In the back corner, a woman bends over a wheeled basket full of clothes and pulls things out, one at a time, to sort them into piles on the table. When Draco steps through the door and walks closer, he sees that there's a tiny child curled up in the basket asleep.

The woman eyes him suspiciously as he walks slowly, reverently up one side of the space, around the back, and down the other, trailing a hand over the top of the machines. He stops at the change machine by the front door. It takes him a minute to figure out how the thing works, but eventually, he pulls out a bill from his wallet and lets it be sucked into the little slot on the front. He almost claps his hands when the machine spits out a pile of shiny, clanking coins in exchange. And they say Muggles don't have magic.

It's a whole shop dedicated to washing. A place you can go just to launder your things when they're dirty. A crude little space carved out of the face of the city dedicated to coming clean, washing away dirt and grime and removing stains. Come in tainted, marked, and leave fresh and new.

What will these Muggles think of next? He hadn't realized that everyone's home didn't come equipped with a clunky, rattling washing machine in a dark, dank basement--that's how his apartment building is, so why wouldn't everyone else's be the same? But that must not be the case, because here he is in this place--a laundry store nestled between a smoke shop and a pizza place.

There's even a television affixed to the wall in one corner showing one of Draco's (new) favorite Muggle films. He can't afford cable (and, honestly, doesn't really understand it), but he did rescue a discarded telly from the sidewalk and managed to tune it into a single fuzzy black-and-white channel. He continues to ignore the woman's sidelong glances as he sinks into one of the plastic chairs and mouths along with the dialogue.

And he is delighted. It's just the kind of weird and wonderful that has brought him so much joy in his new life.

Later, when Draco finally opens his own laundromat, he doesn't just launder clothing. He'll clean anything you have that needs a good wash--he is a wizard, after all, so nothing is out of his capability.

His neighbors flock to his little establishment because nowhere in the city does so good a job. The inside is decorated like a movie-theater-arcade-bubble-gum-oasis and it's a fun place to be. And the guy who runs it? He makes his own washing soap and stain remover that works better than anything you'll find in the grocery store. He can wash, dry, fluff, and fold your laundry faster than you can blink. No one knows how he does it, but all his customers are so satisfied they don't even think to ask.

And if a certain dark-haired, green-eyed man convinces Draco to put in a back door that opens right onto the Wizarding neighborhood (it'll double, triple!, the profits; more business is good, Draco; I can handle that side of things if it makes you uncomfortable but I will never let anyone hurt you, ever again), then so be it.

[if I ever wrote this, you'd be getting way too much detail about how Draco reconciles with his magic and uses it in fun and interesting ways] Thanks for indulging me, friend!

I wish you would write a fic where...

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #i wish you would write a fic where... #moseanswers

[erytherion]

Reading the webtoon and…

Does this imply that Kim Dokja also tried to write a questionnaire for her to fill in since she wouldn’t speak to him, that either he 1) never gave her in the end (especially if he couldn’t find her after she was released) or 2) gave it to her and she STILL refused to answer?

Because that is so so so so awful. It was already bad but if he tried so many ways to get her to speak and she still gave him no response, regardless of her reasoning… isn’t that still directly choosing to cut herself fully out of his life? Why in the hell did she lie for his sake and allow him to visit her if she wanted to never speak to him again?

I know everyone claims Kim Dokja is just like her in sacrificing himself for loved ones, but at least he tries his best to stay with them and to keep them in his life. He still chooses sacrifice, but it’s not because he intends to never return. He always returns (even if much later than planned).

The only time this differs is with 51%, when he STILL tried his best to stay with them - at least as much as he could.

I sometimes like Lee Sookyung, but I am mostly still SO mad at her for completely ignoring her child since he was 8 years old. Especially when he must have looked like shit any number of times from being mistreated and bullied by family, friends, army, employers.

But maybe that’s just the fragment in me being eternally pissed with her. She DOES love him, but like he says in the webtoon in this chapter - maybe such truths are painful enough to be false anyways, because they’re just SUCH bullshit. That’s not how affection should work, if you actually care about someone and want them to be happy.

#RAWWRGHHH I WANT TO SHAKE HER SO MUCH #LOOK AFTER YOUR KID #and if you can’t do that because of circumstances at least ACKNOWLEDGE HIM #yes I do know she cared and it’s just that she mistakenly believes he’s better off this way without her but like #then WHY does she still insert herself back into his life when he’s finally stopped trying to get her to speak? #yes yes others have great analyses on her and their relationship and I usually agree with their logic but it’s still. So. Hard. to like her #but then I remember that this story was the little Dream’s wishful thinking to cope back then on his own #and so maybe in his world Lee Sookyung never ever would speak to him again #he just wished she would so he wrote it down as happening for This older version of him #and that’s somehow worse because like #even in the story where he got her to speak to him again she still won’t speak so he has to force the words out some way (via outer god) #and if that’s true then it’s still just his interpretation of her actions and choices #and not her own since she never told him #so like ARGGHHH #but I like to believe that characters have autonomy despite their respective author’s efforts in documenting them #so she still chose to speak all of this too and he would have accurately interpreted her this way because she controls what she says #even if he (little Dream Kim Dokja) is the one writing it down as wish fulfilment fix-it fic #a fix-it for himself and not just for the other people he loves #😭😭😭 #orv #orv spoilers #omniscient reader’s viewpoint #lee sookyung #kim dokja

[this-world-of-beautiful-monsters]

prompt: spider takes the bullet, not neteyam. quaritch will do anything to get his son back, anything. he'll even work with augustine's recom.

(warnings for discussions of past torture and character death, although really an astonishingly gen ending to this magnificent journey)

ao3

"They won't help you," he says. "You know that, right?"

Augustine stares at him, face studiously blank the way it used to get during long board meetings. He can see her tail twitching, though, ears flickering like she's trying to ward off a nonexistent fly.

Behind her, farther down the bloodstained rock, Mo'at'ite hisses, knuckles white around her bow (that bow, that fuckingbow, but Quaritch won't look at it, anymore than he'll look at the body at Augustine's feet). She and Sully both have their weapons drawn, but Quaritch isn't the slow target he was in the AMP anymore and Augustine's standing tall, fucking up their sightlines.

"Kiri," Sully says, voice taut. "You gotta get out of the way, babygirl--"

Quaritch barks a laugh, the ragged kind that comes when you're teetering on the edge of hysteria. "Babygirl? You shitting me?" He shakes his head. "Come the fuck on, doc. The Augustine I know would've put out her cigarette on any man who tried that shit with her."

"She isn't Grace," Sully says hoarsely. "Kiri, stand down now. That's an order."

Quaritch doesn't even dignify that shit with a response, just rolls his eyes (easier to avoid looking at the ground, at the body). Augustine doesn't seem particularly moved either, her fingers flexing as she adjusts her stance.

She could kill him, Quaritch knows, without any help from her so-called mommy and daddy. He can feel the power crackling in the air around her, buzzing around her fists, blood-metallic on his tongue. It makes his kuru ache, same way it had in the woods--back then, he'd been too focused on Spider Spider Spider to really pay attention.

He knows better, now. He'd seen what she'd done to Lyle after Sully's voice has crackled over the line, sharp and cold and still shaking ever so slightly: your boy's dead, one of your dumb fucking grunts shot him. Let my daughters go, or you're next. Sully's always been a shit liar, but it was the panicked look at Lyle's face that made it impossible to deny.

Fucking Lyle. He's lucky the way Augustine turned his brain to slurry when she did, before Quaritch could get his hands on him. Lucky he doesn't have to fucking stand here and not look at the thing on the ground, the thing, the body--

"You think they'll even let you bury him?" he asks. "The locals won't stand to have this shit in their holy grounds--they'll probably give him back to Spellman so he can get dumped in a fucking crematorium. You'll never see your Monkey Boy again."

The pipsqueak with the eyebrows, tail lashing. "Don't you talk to her--" he growls, but Augustine cuts him off.

"I'll never see him either way." Her voice is hoarse--Quaritch remembers the way she screamed on the ship, like something had been torn loose in her and would never be put right. He knows that feeling.

"Kiri," the older boy says, the one Lyle had screamed something about trying to shoot instead as his blood ran out of his eyes. "Kir, please, come on--"

"We've got his memories," Quaritch cuts him off fast, can't let her get swayed by her fake family now. "At Bridgehead, we--we scanned them. Got a copy." If they're still there; they better be still there. The kid had thrown a shitfit in the scanner like every time before, but he'd still gone into the revamped Soul Drive with the rest of them.

"You hurt him." There's blood dripping from the tips of her fingers; he wonders if Sully and the rest have realized it's not hers.

"I did," Quaritch admits, because he doesn't have any time to fuck around. "Whatever you want to call me, whatever I've done, you're right. But I want him back, you understand? I mean it, you know I do."

She does. He can feel this fucking eyes of hers burn into him, bright with whatever wacky upgrades she got from her own trip through the other side, flaying him deeply enough she can see Spider Socorro's name written on her heart, same way it's written on hers. Kid's always had that fucking way about him.

"I want him back and none of these assholes will help, none of them could if they fucking wanted to, but I can." Quaritch takes a step forward and the Sullys tense, knuckles white on their weapons. "And you--you've got the know-how, you're the egghead I need in my corner. You brought yourself back, didn't you?"

"She didn't--" Sully whines.

"Didn't she?" Quaritch doesn't bother looking at him, keeps his eyes firmly on Augustine as he holds out a hand. She looks at it, then at him, those little flashy lights twinkling across her skin like she's rebooting. Remembering.

"I offered you a chance to make amends and work on this moon together, once." She knows what he's talking about, he can see it. "You told me to go stick my dick in a woodchipper, and you were right. But I don't care about that anymore, I don't give a fuck about this stupid mudball we're on or the stupid mud ball we're from, I just want my son."

His gaze flicks to her family, just for a second, then back to her. "They don't see anything about you except the meatsuit, same way those RDA pukes did with me. And they don't see anything about--" His breath catches, twists, "him, except that he's a big fucking mistake, and they'll do everything they can to forget he ever existed."

Silence. Her jaw works and he wonders if she wishes she had a cigarette right now--seeing her without one feels more jarring than the baby face or the blue skin. 

"Kiri," the little girl whines, reaching out before the Metkayina girl carefully tugs her back. "Kiri, please."

Augustine's hair rustles with a wind that doesn't exist and her fists curls tight at her side, fingers trembling. Quaritch wonders if she's going to burn him like she burned Lyle, or maybe just call up something big and toothy to rip him apart.

And she might have, if Sully hadn't decided to lunge across the island in a few big, stupid strides, clapping his hand down her shoulder. "Kiri," he gasps, tugging her back. "Come on--"

Her eyes flare (panic anger fear, quick and smashed-up the way it always came with her) and she whirls, queue crackling, palms raised high. Sully goes staggering backward with a yelp, clutching his bleeding nose, and Mo'at'ite lunges to catch him before his head hits the rock. Augustine watches him topple, stunned still, gaping in horror.

Then she moves. Turns and scoops the...body up from the ground, cradling it (him) carefully to her chest even as she hustles down the rock. No vocalization, but her banshee swoops down from the sky, landing with a whomp of wings next to Cupcake, and she's hauling the body (Spider) onto the saddle before Quaritch's got his first leg up Cupcake's side.

"Kir!" Pipsqueak yells, rushing to their side, frantic. "Kir, wait, don't--"

She holds out a hand and he jerks to a half, from his own volition or hers it's hard to say. "Look after them," she says, and then Quaritch is fitting his own queue home, not that Cupcake needs more encouragement to go go go as they soar into the sky.

They go swoop out over the smoldering sea, Augustine's hair--Spider's hair--whipped gently by the wind. Quaritch glances over his shoulder to see the Sullys vanishing, a scatter of blue dots rapidly fading from view.

"They won't follow us," Augustine calls flatly. "Their ikran won't listen until we're out of range." She shoots him a cold look, hand resting on his son's spine--Quaritch doubts he's getting near that body any time soon, but that doesn't matter, he'll make it not matter. "Lead the way, Ranger Rick."

"Yes, ma'am," he says, just to be an asshole, tossing off a snide salute before leaning into the next turn. She bares her teeth the way the kid used and follows, banshees swerving together to meet the rising sun.

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar series #miles quaritch #kiri te suli kìreysì'ite #spider socorro #character death #avatar au #major character death #grace augustine #reincarnation #recombinant #sully family #torture mention #I wish you would write a fic where #mutuals #neytiri te tskaha mo'at'ite #jake sully #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #tsireya #tuktirey te suli neytiri'ite #little goddess #kiri augustine #kiri sully #avatar movies #we're nothing to each other #atwow au #canon divergence #colonel quaritch

[crossbackpoke-check]

it’s all the rest of what i want with you

connor dewar/brandon duhaime :: 8k

Summary:

“Brandon,” Connor says with a sigh. “There’s no baby in there.”

“Not yet,” Brandon says. Connor feels his stomach twist, almost like what he would imagine a baby kicking to feel like.

in these trying times of dewvorce, may i offer you 8k of pwp inspired by @stillfertile’s wonderful art which i had. several breakdowns about 🫶 anyway please enjoy!!!

#OFFICIAL FIC ANNOUNCEMENT 🗣️🗣️🗣️‼️‼️‼️ i wish i had pretty fic graphics but alas i have No Skill and also. so much work i should be doing bu #HI SHE’S HERE i would love to say this is a complete surprise drop except i have Anxiety & i needed to ask you guys about it beforehand #in my defense i started writing this in like. january far before any tragedy occurred #because square asked about my tags on their dewey2 art and she spawned like. a million more thoughts about it #including the part where i got absolutely kicked in the face with the lightning vision of those two lines. #like those two lines are the first actual lines of the fic i wrote ajdhkwdiowdjiw ANYWAY please be nice to me i know i am always like #‘this is not the first real fic i ever thought i’d post’ and if i had a nickel i’d have three but this is the first pwp i’ve ever posted #and it’s 8k and it’s not a fic for an exchange (although technically i did very much write this for the dewey^2 hivemind so.) #i have SO many things to say i have so many comments on this doc also i couldn’t pick a title for the LONGEST time and i finally decided on #this one but the full quote was too long: #all the rest of what i want with you that scares me shitless #so. i was angling SO hard to make a yung gravy lyric as a title bc i saw the video of him at a wild game but i couldn’t find a good one #and instead y’all got a very sentimental title l m a o. #liv in the replies #shout out to the extended universe this lives in and also my unhinged comments in the docs. #if you liked fun fuck a baby in him friday i’ll be here all week i promise i am the exact same in the comments as i am in the tags 🫡 #the NUMBER of times i wrote something in this by pulling it out of my ass and then actually went back and did the research & was RIGHT is. #far too high. also the amount of coincidental things that dropped while i was writing this (yung gravy song about pregnancy AFTER i wheeze #laughed myself into a yung gravy title the athletic player poll confirming my restaurant & bar choices from googling ‘st. paul good bars’…) #also if anybody got advice on formatting for these little announcements. help. this is different from my miro/luka one &i’m still not happy

[tavina-writes]

currently trying to think if I remember any situations in Jin Yong wuxia where a family preferred sons over daughters (especially as like, a socially mandated thing) and coming up short.

Like I think there are plenty of situations where powerful men/families/sects only have one child and that child is a daughter. And this is neither weird, highly remarked upon, or considered odd in any way. Nor is anyone feeling pressed to come up with a son in the future.

Ren Yingying from XAJH, Yue Lingshan from XAJH, Huang Rong from LOCH, Guo Fu (from ROCH) for a good portion of her life (16 years of it, also Guo Fu wasn't displaced bc one of the twins was a boy, NOR were her parents trying to have more children on purpose), Yang Guo and XLN's daughter from ROCH/HSDS, Gongsun Lu'e from ROCH, etc.

Also their status range from like 'extremely important and visible family in the jianghu' to 'actually not all that well known' so it's not just a "well our family is powerful so who gives a fuck" kind of situation.

Like these are male dominated books, there are more men than there are women in Jin Yong's books (there are really cool women in his books though), but there's almost none 'oh no how will a girl inherit!' left beef. The girl will learn martial arts, like it's hard?

I think this is also relatively true of Gu Long books too, so at some points I'm left ??? at the discourse re: inheritance and gender in MDZS fandom bc I don't think it's actively stated anywhere that women aren't supposed to inherit? Or aren't allowed? or are less capable? or that there's a strong societal prejudice against it? Just. It's a danmei so most of these positions are occupied by men. Like, there are maybe five whole women and even less among the juniors. Who and how and why will they inherit if they don't exist.

#this isn't actually meta #I'm just tagging it that way bc I'm having a thinky thought again #like there's a surprising number of only or eldest daughters in Jin Yong's writing #and nobody is remotely commenting about this #like all of HYS's associates meet his daughter and they're not like 'man you should've had a son are you getting a son soon' #NO they're like 'oh my god I wish EYE had a cute daughter' #meta #my meta #I'm thinking about this in terms of like how people discuss inheritance or genderswaps in MDZS #bc I don't....I don't actually think the sects in MDZS (as they are in canon) would... #seriously have an issue with girl heirs? #like maybe the lan bc lan yi was so unpopular but like they tried one female sect leader at least lmao #like idk I just see this in fic/post canon fic a lot where there's this anxiety to have a son and I'm just left standing there like #'idk if this world is actually that misogynistic in this way #this seems like it's been transplanted from the imperial/royalty/nobility inheritance crisis genre'

[tozettastone]

i wish you'd write a fic inspired by the lyric "part time soulmate, full time problem." actually listening to or referencing the song unnecessary

For the "I wish you would write a fic where" ask meme

Obviously, this has to be a soulmate AU because (as you know) I love them and it's right there

I think this could go several ways. It's tempting to say it would be a RAD remix of the Ino × Hidan soulmate AU I wrote once where she feels everything he does and he chooses to die all the time. But I feel like this is low hanging fruit. Obvious. On brand. A bit boring.

Okay here's something off the wall: Karin's soul mate is Shisui. Unfortunately, she doesn't know that until he's already dead. But now he's determinedly haunting her and giving her extremely bad life advice. He also gives her pro-konoha propaganda, but it's always couched like, "well except for the plan to murder and violate my entire family, Konoha's much nicer than this." Extremely specific. Undoubtedly accurate. Send her help, please.

#shisukarin #I'm just making up all sorts of ship names today huh #hidaino #ask #i wish you would write a fic where... ask meme #exemplarybehaviour

[n7punk]

How do you write so good!! Can you give any advice

So I'm trying to think of writing advice, I really am, but I'm kind of drawing up a blank aside from... write. Like there's all these writing advice posts across Tumblr and half of them are bullshit (either completely or just because they're only relevant to certain people/writing styles) and the other half has all already been said but it all comes back to just... writing. The more you write the better you get at it, and especially the more you SHARE it the better you'll get. I write... a lot, and that's the only way you get better at a skill like that, but I can't pretend my commenters aren't part of it because like, when they're commenting on how I changed the sentence structure to match the moment or something and it's already something I did... it's not a conscious change I made, you know? It just felt right, but they were able to articulate why it felt right and that helps me be more aware of using that as a technique in the future. So write and post fanfic, I guess is the advice XD

#i really wish i was the kind of person who could analyze and Distill Advice but it would all be entirely specific to the way i write #and unlikely to line up for you (hence the only relevant to certain people thing) #it's also worth noting i've gotten to the point where i also either draft or proofread all stakeholder communication at my work lmao #i noticed errors too many times and now that's my job so like. it's not just fiction I write #but also i have that skill from writing fic in the first place? listen its circular lmao but being my own beta taught me a lot #ask #anon

[navybrat817]

I wish you would write a fic where the reader leaves Bucky for Steve.

NONNIE. What the fuck happened that the reader is leaving BUCKY for STEVE? Because our man isn't cheating.

Love and thanks! ❤️

I wish you would write a fic where...

#navybrat answers #ask game #i wish you would write a fic where... #bucky barnes #steve rogers #sweet nonnie #sending love ❤️ #asks are always appreciated

[a-reader-and-a-writer]

I’d wish you’d write a fic with Bradley as Batman 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Fe!!!! That fits so well!!! How did I never make that connection?!

Dead parents ✅

Broody yet can also be charming/life of the party ✅

Has a father figure who has helped raise him since very young ✅

Though he might need to shave his mustache. I think that would be a dead giveaway peeking out from under the mask 😝

I love this idea and it is something I will definitely toy with even if it just ends up as a blurb or drabble! Thank you so much for the ask! 💖

"I wish you would write a fic where..."

#thanks! #friend ask #ask game #i wish you would write a fic where... #rooster #bradley rooster bradshaw #batman #bruce wayne

[five-rivers]

Not sure if this counts for the fic ask game, but i wish you would continue the fic where zak gets kidnapped by rani nagi early

I think I might continue it and make it a real fic during the summer!

My general idea for it is that the entity Kur jumps to the nearest unborn creature that can contain it - and that it's been around for a long time. Past Kurs among the naga were usually carefully indoctrinated and trained as avatars of their god. They were weapons, first and foremost. The current nagas have lost a lot of what they once knew about Kur... but they aren't going to be shy about testing out the rituals they do remember.

Meanwhile, the other Saturdays are looking for him, but they have no idea the naga even exist at this point. :)

#the secret saturdays #secret saturdays #ask #ask game #i wish you would write a fic where...

[compacflt]

Fully support your desire to cut down on the extras as they're already so long, but as someone who was also looking forward to the sickfic section and is sad to hear it's been taken out, I will simply have to ask you about it instead! First off the discussion of home in the snippet you shared was delicious - when do you think Mav started thinking of the house as 'their' home? And Ice taking Mav to the hospital has a lot of crunch there around how they're seen and how they act in public, especially if Ice was worried and Mav was kind of out of it. Do you think Ice would have taken Mav in to the hospital if he'd really been spiking a fever and decided he needed it? How would he explain themselves? And I suppose a separate, related question: who are their official next of kin/emergency contacts?

the reason i got rid of the sickfic is cause all those questions were answered better elsewhere in the extras ❤️

i was kind of annoyed that the house inconsistently appears to be the property of whomever the plot calls for at the moment -> another reason to cut the sickfic

Yes Ice would take mav to the hospital. it happens elsewhere LOL, maverick is extremely incident-prone

obviously a fun surfing injury with friends != the sickfic’s ice taking “a friend” to the hospital in the middle of the night for dangerous levels of illness-related dehydration… implies familiarity, intimacy above everyone else… the hospital staff would probably assume they’re together, yes, & i don’t think ice would challenge that at all, especially if he had to make sure all the paperwork was filled out right. just not worth the effort. “is there anyone else we should call for mr mitchell?” / “Um no. Just me.” Yeah i took him to the hospital at 4am bc i love him and im worried about him what r u gonna do about it 🤨 violate his hipaa rights? It’s 2009 gay people exist grow up🙄 hospital staff isn’t gonna tell anyone, so who cares

(Luckily for ice in the sickfic he didn’t have to take mav to the hospital)

the point of the sickfic was to establish a precedent for one of them voluntarily taking care of the other who is unable to take care of himself, to set up the parallel of maverick taking care of Ice when he Really gets capital-s Sick. but then i still can’t bring myself to write ice actually being capital-s Sick because i have some weird neurosis where i simply dislike thinking about ice (powerful guy) being helpless or incapacitated or, um, dead. so the mav-sickfic isn’t really relevant anymore because i haven’t written (and never plan on writing, besides that one half-assed one-shot) the corollary ice-sickfic. so the sickfic became the Nixed-fic ❌

And according to this wip wednesday snippet, they are each other’s emergency contacts. don’t ask me how that works or how they figured that out, idk. some stuff you do have to talk about for logistics purposes i guess. which is kind of the point of all the house-related/money-related discussions I’ve written throughout my fics—they Have to talk about the logistics because that’s real life. But they don’t INTERPRET those logistics or assign them a normative value.

for instance debriefing presents (maverick’s) death & taxes as the only two things that ever get them to actually talk to each other lol. logistics become a vessel through which they can talk about their situation without actually talking about it. The state of being each others emergency contacts might be a death-and-taxes discussion—acknowledging permanence without acknowledging permanence

#so is wearing protection (or not) during sex! #i still have a hard time identifying the stakes in this fic that i wrote on a whim sometimes #is it just not saying i love you? or is it everything that goes along with saying i love you? #bc really the way ive written them they are baaaasically married in the 90s #which is obviously a huge criticism that i keep leveling at myself: no it does not make sense for them to buy a house!!! for instance. #would it make sense for them to be each others next of kin either? idk! #all of this predicated on me not knowing the legal ramifications of next of kinship or homeownership and because it’s fanfiction not being #interested enough to research it #i say this all the time but this is one of those areas where i know if i were older/had lived longer my writing would just be better #idk if they would be each others next of kin but OTOH idk who else they would ask to do it! #man i wish i had infinite tags i actually have so much more to say #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #icemav #asks #edts notes #need the icemav fanfic where ice & mav try to figure out their tricare benefits #thank you for the ask! #some sections just aren’t the right vibe too #like me & the sickfic just did not vibe with one another

[bekkahco]

What if I tell you I'm working on a YeeHan fic where I'm just using Cassidy to vent about my homesickness abd the fact I want to go home and am but also REALLY don't

#rambie rambles #its a huge WIP rn because of grad school #i have to finish my finals first #and then like i can write gay #i wish i could just write yeehan for my finals #this is where I would put the pensive cowboy emoji if it was real #yeehan #mchanzo #overwatch #fanfiction #cole cassidy #hanzo shimada #cassidy x hanzo #its totally based on country music too #thats all ive been listening to #this is also an informal apology to Kiley and Kate who have to deal with me only listening to country #tbf Kiley is the reason Im writing the fic bc of the Bon Jovi song Who Says You Cant Go Home

[allylikethecat]

In addition to being on ALL THE ANGST from listening to Noah Kahan, I've been rewatching Madame Secretary and can't get the idea of Secretary of State Jake and trophy husband / professor / CIA asset Bradley out of my mind. BUT I told myself no more multi chapter WIPS until I finish at least ONE of the many I am working on.

#allylikethecat #ally's thoughts #im having a lot of feelings tonight for some reason #i blame noah #hangster #fanfiction #fanfic #the struggle is real #i just wish i had endless time to write all the fic #and that the words would flow as easily as the ideas #everything will be okay and you know where the city is are my two favorite fics #but because im so obsessed with them they are turning into the hardest to write #sorry for all the life updates tonight #i know no one really cares #but i care #and sharing makes me feel better lol