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homkamiro · 2 months
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Someone suggested making an infection AU with my tf2/mlp crossover and you know I can't resist when stuff's about gore
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Forgot to mention! Demo's body is so intoxicated with alcohol that infected don't want to attack him at all!
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zyafics · 14 days
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okay, but imagine rafe with an eldest-daughter, independent f!reader. like, she's always used to taking care of other people, of no one taking care of her, of relying on herself and only herself, while rafe wants to do everything for her. he wants to be everything for her. she's so used to working her entire life, where every penny she made is put into something else for her younger siblings, her parents, her family and never her, while rafe is willing to buy her anything and everything she ever dreamed of. give her the whole world if she asks. she's so self-reliant that whenever she has a problem, she goes into the trenches trying to solve it herself because she's not used to asking for help. rafe just wants to help her, wants her to let him in. but it's nearly impossible. because she's the oldest, she's so used to solving other people's problems and she's so good at it, which is why rafe finds comfort in her. she always listens to his rants, whether it's about sarah being the golden child or how he just wants his father's love. she's there. she doesn't judge, expect anything of him, just her mere presence helps him navigate the noise in his head. she's so good to him (which is why he so desperately wants to be there for her). when she offers solutions, she never pushes him to take it, but he always does because sometimes he thinks she knows him better than he knows himself. however, all and all, she does this without revealing a glimpse of past to him. it's a bad trait of hers, but she's so used to it. it isn't until rafe comes in, demanding, expecting, and forcing his presence in her life that she reveals things. it isn't until he proves to her that he won't leave that she lets him in.
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chaocollective · 22 hours
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thinking about the trans apollo justice tag on a03
theres really not enough going enough on it. most of it is just porn. which is cool and all, but I'm tired of sorting through the tags down to what I want to read and getting about 20 results; and almost all of them being oneshots or being almost completely irrelevant to the fact apollo is trans in the story.
I get it that sometimes transness doesnt have to be the main point of a story. but like... it affects so many facets of your life at the time and I wanna see that explored in my favorite media.
so I'm thinking im gonna just do it myself, like a story that's relatively canon compliant, following the events of aa4 and maybe aa5/6. I dont know about those though since I havent played aa5/6 yet and I'm currently stuck on turnabout corner in aa4. either way I'm thinking I'm gonna write a sfw trans apollo justice fic. autism blast go go go!!!
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optiwashere · 3 days
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Holy hell, I've finally updated this one with a full chapter. And quite a chapter it is...
More Asheera backstory? More heart-to-heart conversations? Realizing that your love shares similar traumas, if differently expressed? And the ending of the chapter as well... I wonder who that strange, new character could be?
Oh, and comfort sex smut, my beloved.
Rating: E for Explicit and Emotional, as Always
Category: F/F
Ship: Shadowheart/Trans Fem Tav
I've updated the AO3 Summary to better reflect the fic as it is versus the one-shot it was originally supposed to be!
No matter what one does to clean the blood from their hands, the stains remain. After leaving Baldur's Gate, Sharrans seek out Shadowheart to enact vengeance for what happened in the Cloister. Assassins hound her and Asheera along the Trade Way. They must fight against the darkness side by side, the darkness within and the darkness without, and hopefully find the comfort they yearn for after all this time. Or: Shadowheart and Asheera's fraught journey from Baldur's Gate to their happily ever after.
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soundbluster · 15 days
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I have a long list of minicomic's I'd like to do one day on my phone (mostly bonus SG Prime material, deleted/expanded scenes from the main comic, with a few non-Shattered Glass stuff)...
It's starting to get a bit laughably long at this point. As I just add stuff to the list as it crosses my mind. XD
Sadly, I doubt most of these will ever see the light of day, as I have to prioritise the main storyline or Ill never get it finished!
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gentil-minou · 7 months
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Anyways I saw this new merch art at like 5am and my brain exploded and I wrote the start of a half sleepy one shot so here
...extremely indulgent hybrid bunny witches wangxian childhood friends AU
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EDIT: Now a one-shot
All witches are born with a hybrid form that they must learn to control by ten. At that time, they will be given their witch's name and join the coven officially as a fully fledged witch.
But Lan Zhan is nine and a half, and he still can't control his ears and his hybrid form...
They're big and unseemingly, embarrassing the way his Ge cam pull and tug on them. And every time he coos and calls him cuts, Lan Zhan puffs up with anger.
Rabbits aren't common hybrids, and he's the only one in the family. Ge learned to control his form at 7, why is he late?
He resolves to spend much of his time practicing on his own in the field behind thier home. He goes through all the meditation and steps, including envisioning the way his human ears might look.
He casts the spell, following the instructions perfectly...but nothing happens. Water wells up in his eyes and it takes all of him to hold them back from falling
Not with sadness, but with frustration. Lan Zhan is at the top of everything! The best in his class, an accomplished musician, and can performing spells his older peers can't even dream of.
But this spell... why is it that this spell is so impossible for him?
His ears droop down and Lan Zhan uses then to block the rest of the world, focusing on the ground he's sitting on. He starts ripping up the grass at his feet.
A voice calls from just a few feet away, "Hey! Don't do that, you're hurting it!"
Lan Zhan's head shoots up in surprise. No one is allowed on the back hills. Who is this intruder?
And there standing before him is another boy around his age, with fluffy black bunny ears and a smile brighter than the sun overhead lending him a halo effect, so dazzling Lan Zhan has to squint his eyes just to see him properly.
Lan Zhan has never met another rabbit before. He's not sure what to do, what's the proper etiquette?
It doesn't help that this other boy is very distracting as he runs right to him and plops down in front of him and starts patting the ground gently, consoling the grass.
"Poor little grasslings, is this mean gege hurting you?" The boy pouts but there's a teasing glint in his eyes when he glances at Lan Zhan.
Is he making fun of him?
Lan Zhan feels the blood rush to his own bunny ears and knows they're looking terribly pink, but he can't help it.
How dare this boy make a fool of him! He's just here trying to get his ears under control so he can't make his family proud, and the boy comes over to mock him!
Lan Zhan feels his lip quiver, and to his horror a tear falls from his eyes into his lap, followed by another.
He's crying in earnest now. It's been years since he cried in front of someone else and he's so shocked by it he can't get the tears to stop falling!
The boy looks at him wide-eyed with the same surprise, clearly agreeing that Lan Zhan is just a loser who is just a failure.
Until the boy finally speaks, "Whoa, whoa, it's okay." His voice is soft and gentle. "This Wei Ying only meant it as a joke. The grasslings don't mind, really, they'll grow back. You don't need to cry."
Lan Zhan huffs, unsure of how to say it's not the grass he's crying for.
Lan Zhan watches his hands as he twists them. His bunny ears droop, brushing against the side of his head as he sniffles.
But although this Wei Ying couldn't understand, he still leans forward so he can peer up at him. His dark eyes shine like the magical sparkles his mama used to cast before bedtime. Her own little stars, she'd call them.
One of Lan Zhan's tears catch in the boy's ears, clinging tight to the fur. But Wei Yung doesn't seem to mind.
Instead he hums contemplatively, before he bounces up to his feet and declares, "I know! I'll show you a spell! But you gotta keep it a secret, okay? No one knows it."
Lan Zhan can't stop himself from scoffing. Is this boy saying he invented a spell? This young?
Impossible. Shameless.
Wei Ying takes his skepticism in stride and grins down at Lan Zhan. "Just you wait, you're gonna love this."
Then he steps back, clasping his hands together and shutting his eyes tight, a furrow deepening between his brows.
He starts humming, quietly like he's trying not to disturb anything. It's not a tune Lan Zhan is familiar with, but lots of spells have songs. The problem is that when they backfire they can often create quite the mess.
Lan Zhan leans back slightly, his tears forgotten. He's somewhat wary this is all going to turn very bad, but he can't look away. He finds he has no desire to look away from this boy at all.
Then, to Lan Zhan's shock, a glowing circle appears around the boy. They're not scheduled to learn how to make arrays until they turn 13, but Wei Ying can make one already?
Wei Ying’s hair lifts by some unseen force as his ears stand straight up. His humming grows louder as Lan Zhan’s eyes grow wider.
Then, all at once Wei Ying stops humming and the circle disappears.
Wei Ying beams. "So! What do you think? Neat, huh!"
Lan Zhan blinks up at him. Nothing has changed, is this another trick?
Wei Ying gives him a confident crooked grin. "Look down, you'll see."
Lan Zhan looks at the ground in front of him and gasps.
Where before laid the remains of grass tearing is a patch of brand new bright green grass, growing proud and strong.
This...is creating life. This isn't something a regular witch can do. Most accomplished ones can't! Let alone a boy.
Just who is this magical boy?
TBC Honestly if I do continue it'll either be on the threadfic or in a one-shot on ao3 but they're just so cute ahh
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theflyingfeeling · 4 months
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💖 it's here, it's pink, it's sparkly, and full of fluff 💖
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Hiiiiii and welcome to witness my attempt at an Olli/Allu Advent Calendar, in which I'll give you ~a cute little something~ about these two idiots in love almost every day until December 24! My plan is to use prompts from this list to either write a fic based on the prompt or just some good ol' delulu thoughts if all else fails. I cannot guarantee there'll be a post literally every day, but I'm really excited to try this out and I thank you for your support along the way in advance 💝
The biggest thanks and a million hugs go to one of my favourite human beings @kraeuterhexchen for making the adorable banner!! I mean helloooooo?? 😭 Go show them some love ❣️
For December 1, the prompt list is titled One True Pairing Moments, and the prompt I chose was 'calling just to hear their voice' 🥺 You can read the fic below, I hope you like it <3
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PS. Even though this is an advent calendar of sorts, I'm not planning on making this particularly Christmassy. I hope no one minds terribly!
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Falling for Aleksi had, in a way, sneaked up on Olli, at least if he fooled himself a little. He could pretend he didn’t feel any different about the man than he did about, say, Joonas or Tommi, but that strategy only worked for so long – that is to say, approximately until Aleksi as much as smiled softly at him from across a room or bumped his shoulder into his jovially when walking down the street and Olli would feel his breath getting caught in his throat or stumble in his words, his tongue tangled like shoelaces, which was so unlike him as well and frustrated him to no end. It really took a special kind of fool to not only develop some level of feelings for a friend, a colleague, a bandmate for Christ’s sake, but also become so hopelessly enamored with him that you rolled awake in bed in the dead of night, grabbing your phone and tossing it back on the nightstand again and again because you couldn’t decide whether or not you should, on some erratic 2 o’clock impulse, call him to let him know he was the very reason for your insomnia. 
Turning on his back, Olli groaned (only a little desperately) as he remembered losing himself in the lingering hug they had shared just before the arrivals lobby at the airport, inhaling Aleksi’s scent and wishing they wouldn’t have to go home just yet, even if Olli was more than ready to finally sleep in his own bed again. Ironically, ever since they had returned home from tour, Olli had spent night after sleepless night missing Aleksi terribly: his stupid jokes and playful banter that bordered on being flirtatious if Olli allowed himself the benefit of delusion; his quick, subtle smiles that probably meant nothing; his little touches Olli hoped meant something; his smell and his touch and the softness of his hair at the back of his neck, compared to which the blanket Olli was grasping in his fist was like sandpaper. (How he had come to know of the qualities of Aleksi’s hair in such detail, he preferred not to dwell on too much to save himself from the heartache, so let’s just leave it at ‘stressful, emotional week far away from home’ and ‘a little too much to drink’).
Above all, Olli missed Aleksi’s voice. He hadn’t even thought that was possible, until the other morning when Olli had woken up to a voice message Aleksi had left just hours earlier, rambling about a song idea he had gotten in the middle of the night – something he did from time to time – and Olli had spent the next several minutes replaying it over and over again as he had lied in bed procrastinating getting up and and instead closing his eyes to better imagine Aleksi lying there beside him, turned on his side to face Olli, talking to him sleepily like they often did when they shared a room on tour and were just too lazy to join others at breakfast. Much like the hug at the airport, Olli wished those moments would have lasted way longer than they did, often ending abruptly when either of their phones would go off with Santeri’s name on the screen, a passive-aggressive interruption to the soft, low tone of Aleksi’s early-morning thoughts. (Sometimes, when Olli was lucky enough, he had been blessed with the bliss of feeling the light touch of a fingertip tracing along his collarbone, cut short just as frustratingly by their well-meaning tour manager politely enquiring whether the two of them had plans of dragging themselves downstairs for some toast and coffee, or if they’d rather starve until lunchtime, for which he wasn’t at all sure they’d even have time that day.)
The lovesick idiot that he was, his thumb hovered over the ‘play’ button of Aleksi’s voice message, probably for the millionth time that week. The chest-carving hesitation turned into a heart flip when he noticed Aleksi was online.
Then Aleksi began to type, and Olli held his breath the entire time until a new message appeared in the thread, anticipation holding him by his throat.
You awake?
Olli exhaled and typed his affirmative reply, leaving out the reason why.
He blinked at the screen, waiting for Aleksi to ask him a random question that clearly couldn’t wait until morning, or perhaps talk about something related to another late-night Twitch stream (from what Olli had gathered, Aleksi had been doing a lot of those recently, and with his last remaining braincell Olli had managed to resist the temptation to watch every single one of them, because he knew that if he did, it would only dig his grave of pining and longing deeper, seeing Aleksi smile and giggle about but not being able to do that with him or snuggle up next to him when he was wearing that flannel Olli often used as a blanket in the tour bus). But instead of another text appearing on the screen, Olli’s phone began to vibrate in his hand, and it took him an embarrassingly long while to understand it was because Aleksi was calling him. 
“Hi,” he sighed when he finally collected himself enough to speak. He prayed he’d be able to hear what Aleksi was going to say from the thumping heartbeat echoing in his ears.
“Hi,” a soft voice said. “Sorry, I know it’s late…”
“No, not at all,” Olli hurried to say, “I mean, I wasn’t sleeping. Not even close, actually.” Part of him hoped Aleksi wouldn’t ask about it, but in some foolhardy way the possibility intrigued him. 
Nothing much, he would have likely said anyway, but what would happen if he told Aleksi how it really was? That he squeezed his pillow imagining it was him instead, or wailed into it because something had reminded him of a moment-that-was-probably-not-a-Moment™ they had shared? What would Aleksi say if he knew Olli sometimes touched himself the way Aleksi had touched him That One Night they never talked about? The only obstacle between Olli and that knowledge was a bottomless ocean of cold sweat and cowardice, and Olli had never been a great swimmer.
“So, ummm…,” Olli said when Aleksi’s end stayed silent. “What’s up?”
A short breath of laughter sounded through the phone line.
“Honestly? I don’t know, I… It’s just been a… weird week, I guess.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah, like… my head’s just been so full of… everything and… I’ve been so busy and kinda tense and… fuck, this is going to sound crazy,” Aleksi laughed that brief laugh again, although to Olli it didn’t sound particularly cheerful. Tired, more like. Strained, somehow. Not sad, but definitely a little troubled, and Olli intended to find out why.
“I’m all for crazy, you know.” Olli hoped his sorry attempt to lighten Aleksi’s mood would work, and so he smiled in relief when he heard Aleksi chuckle at his comment.
“I know,” Aleksi said softly, in that tone of voice that had Olli melt against his bedsheets. “So yeah, it’s been a rough week, but… in between all that stupid shit, I’ve been thinking a lot about… umm… well, the tour and– and… about you, for some reason,” (the troubled laugh made its return) “and… yeah. That’s sort of helped me a lot recently.”
Olli listened to the words carefully, not fully believing what he was hearing, yet clinging on to them until they were all but swirling around in his otherwise empty head like dry leaves in October wind.
“And tonight I just couldn’t fucking sleep for some reason and nothing I did seemed to help and so I thought I’d call you. And I’m–” If it hadn’t been dead silent otherwise, Olli wouldn’t have heard the shaky breath Aleksi paused to take, “I’m sorry I’m calling you at this hour and bothering you with this all but I guess I just… wanted to hear your voice. To see if that would help.”
“Does it?” Olli asked. Aleksi’s confession had made him clasp his blanket close to his chest, as if that would do anything about his rapidly beating heart.
“Yeah. It does. So maybe just… keep talking?”
Despite his mind living a life of its own, completely unfit to form a single coherent thought, for Aleksi’s sake Olli tried his best to think of something to say, but everything he came up with was something he was not ready to tell him quite yet. 
“Uuummmm…” he said to buy himself some time, but while he waited for his useless brain and mouth to form any actual words, Aleksi spoke again.
“Fuck, I’m– I’m sorry, this is too weird, I shouldn’t have– I’ll let you go back to–”
“I miss you,” Olli blurted before Aleksi would hang up on him. He squeezed his eyes shut when Aleksi went silent, too silent for too long for it to mean any good.
The line stayed open, however, which Olli took as a positive sign, even if the seconds during which all Olli could hear was Aleksi's quiet breathing seemed endless.
“And I you,” Aleksi finally replied. “A little too much, probably, or at least that’s what it feels like,” he chuckled. Olli almost missed the quiet sniff that followed.
He had to steel himself for his next question.
“What do you mean?”
“Just… forget it.” Aleksi said quietly. Contrary to Aleksi’s request, Olli knew he was going to all but ‘forget it’ for the next 3-5 business days; mentally he booked all his evenings as well as most of his mornings and noons for pondering what exactly had been in Aleksi’s mind in that moment or why he had sounded so sombre, almost disappointed. He’d probably never come to any satisfactory conclusion about it though, at least not without a little help from Aleksi himself. 
A ridiculous idea popped into his head, and before he could stop himself, the words flooded out of his mouth.
“Do you wanna come over some time? To hang out? When your schedule’s a little less tight, I mean.” He sucked on his lips and closed his eyes as he waited for Aleksi’s answer, ready to hang up the moment he’d decline the offer on some obvious and logical reason for why Aleksi couldn’t possibly make nor want to take a trip to the north to see him, such as ‘didn’t we just spend over two months on the road together?’ or ‘damn, buddy, I miss you alright but not quite that much, I’ve done enough sitting in public transportation for one year, thank you very much lol’ or ‘what about Rilla?’
“You could take Rilla with you, you know.” Olli hurried to say, just in case, the deranged part of his brain thinking there might be a chance Aleksi might be at least considering it.
“Oh! Well, umm… I actually might have time next week? If– if you’re actually being serious about this.”
Funny you should ask, Aleksi; I’ve actually never been more serious about anything in my entire life than I am about having you here with me so that I can hold you and be held by you and see your face when I wake up in the morning and say goodnight to your annoyingly cute face instead of via text message and maybe, if the stars are in position and the northern wind won’t discourage me too much, I might actually be brave enough to torment you with the knowledge of just how miserable I’ve been since we last saw each other.
“I think it would be cool,” he said, because he had a feeling what he wanted to say would’ve been a tad too much and sudden. “I mean, if you’re up for it, of course. I understand if you can’t make it though, I know you have all those side projects.”
“No, I think it might actually do me some good to get out of the capital area for change.” Then there was a muffled ‘ouch’, followed by a laugh that sounded much brighter than any of the other ones Olli had heard from Aleksi that night. “Sorry, correction, it might do us some good. Rilla just told me she’s most definitely coming too. Rilla, stop nibbling on my toes!”
Olli smiled tiredly at the mental image that was painted in his mind of Aleksi and Rilla cuddling in bed, both minding their own business from what it seemed while still minding each other as well, very much indeed.
“I’ll be sure to set up a bed for her in the guest room.”
“The guest room? Do you not know her at all? If she’s not getting the master bedroom, she’ll ruin all your rugs and most of your shoes. Probably also gossip about you to all the neighbourhood dogs. And she’s brutal.”
Olli held his stomach as he laughed, tears almost forming in the corners of his eyes. In his defence, it was late and he was finally becoming tired, thus too far gone to help himself, let alone feel embarrassed about being in stitches about something Aleksi had said that was only mildly amusing. (It wasn’t the first time that had happened either, and likely not the last time.)
“So yeah, ummm, I can take a look at some flight options for next week and let you know, alright? I’m gonna let you sleep now and… I should get some myself too.”
Olli wanted to tell Aleksi he’d love to stay up chatting until dawn, but the yawn he let out when he opened his mouth to speak implied Aleksi had a point.
“Yeah, let me know. And… thanks for calling, I… you have no idea how much I needed this tonight.”
That was as close to a confession as Olli was able to get as of now.
“Probably not half as much as I did.”
Olli chuckled at Aleksi’s response, mostly to hide his own agony.
If only you knew. If only I knew how to tell you.
It didn’t take long for Olli to doze off after they hung up, and when he woke up to the kids from next door having a snowball fight under his window in the morning, he noticed new messages from Aleksi, sent half an hour after their phone call had ended, complete with screen captions of airplane schedules.
Would these days work for you? I might be free all week actually 😇
Olli cuddled into his pillow while typing his reply, hoping it wouldn’t wake up Aleksi.
yeah I’m free as well. I’ll pick you two up from the airport 🖤
From then on, Olli started counting the days until he’d see Aleksi again.
#blind channel fanfiction#blind channel rpf#ollixallu#24 days of gift-giving by theflyingfeeling#<- that's the tag i'll be using for these btw#everyone stop and look at the banner!! 🥺💖#it's not QUITE like the original one ju made first but maybe one day you'll get to see that masterpiece as well 😏#but ooff the way i've gone from having 'a plan' to having 'a better plan' to having 'no plan whatsoever' with this? 😂#so yeah idk what kinda fics/posts there'll be in this series... stay tuned and see for yourself! 🤭#some of them might be in the same universe/plot. others may not. who knows? not i 😌#(...but as you can see from this fic the door for a multiple-part story is definitely open 👀)#some of the fics may not even be based on a prompt though if i'm not feeling like it. honestly i'm curious to see how this will turn out!#(and if this ends up being the only post i ever make that's alright too! i refuse to bully myself with a hobby i'm doing for free <3)#however: i'm not taking requests per say BUT feel free to snoop on the prompts for each day and send me your ideas or hopeful wishes 👀#there are certain ones i'm more drawn to but i haven't really set anything in stone#one could say i'm just going with the flow. fuck around and find out if you will ✨#also: not sure if/when i'll be bothered to post any of these on ao3#probably i'll just see how many fics i manage to actually finish and dump them all at once on ao3 on christmas day lol#anyway! enjoy & let me hear from you <3
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ecileh · 2 months
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A Court of Rage and Fire Chapter 22: Bound To Spill
Being a High Lord’s son was dangerous. Being a High Lord’s bastard…
He knew all too well how that went.
All the Vanserras did.
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bonchobrick · 9 months
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cursedfoxteeth · 20 days
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Reading all the half-written notes for fics I've yet to write... It's wild, like damn, this would be sooo good, dude, if you ever decide to fucking write it.
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steelthroat · 8 months
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I think that there is potential to use environmentalism and the concept of Primus in the Transformers universe (if it hasn't already been done, I may have missed it). Like Avatar but with robots and functionism...
Oh... You know what? There are some weird similarities between avatar (blue) and transformers.
Plug and play (sexual or not) interfacing (transformers fanon)[that isn't inherently sexual], and that weird thing with the tails (avatar) [that isn't inherently sexual]
Their deity is their planet and they are all somehow connected [Not so explicitly in Transformers, but come on they are robots, they are connected and when I find the time I'm going to talk about this too]
The relationship with the human race is... complicated [for the transformers, it depends on the continuity tho]
There are more similarities, I'm sure about this, but I'm tired and digressing.
It's almost 2 a.m. here, but now I know what I'm gonna do tomorrow: plan a new fanfiction about transformers and environmentalism. (If someone wants to jump on this train, please be my guest, I'd love to hear everyone's ideas or co-write, idk)
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useyourtelescope · 3 months
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Power Over Me
The Borgias Fanfiction | Cesare/Lucrezia 15.6k | Explicit | Modern AU - Alpha/Omega
Cesare has always been protective of his sister. When she unexpectedly has her first heat he worries that he might need to protect her from himself.
read on AO3 [locked to archive users]
Written for Yuletide 2023
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block-write-divorce · 6 months
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yes lmao im alive
Raindrops were mercilessly lashing against the wide window of the cafe. In the muddy streaks and streams of water, the outlines of cars and passers-by, hurrying to hide somewhere from the bad weather, were blurred. The leaves flying all over the city were nailed to the wet asphalt, involuntarily painting the roads in a brown-yellow palette.
Grian began to glance nervously at the clock hanging on the wall in an elaborately carved wooden frame. They must have been made to order. Festive garlands with grinning cardboard pumpkins and felt bats have already been hung along the walls, under the ceiling. A couple of plastic skeletons with bones on a wire were glued to the clock on the wall.
The coffee with cream ordered five minutes ago was slowly cooling down, but it still coped with its task of heating cold hands.
He was already ten minutes late. Grian, unfortunately for him, had too good an imagination. While his brain was heating up more than freshly brewed coffee and producing worse and worse scenarios, an unexpected "but" happened, which, however, always turned out to be Scar.
-Oh, my God, Grian, forgive me, please, - the latecomer plopped down heavily on the chair opposite, hardly recovering his breath and scaring Grian with his suddenness. - I-I really hurried as much as I could, but the taxi still didn't come, and then we got into traffic, and I almost fell several times, slipping on wet leaves, Grian, I beg you, I'm sorry.
That was the whole Scar. And Scar was also the one who got away with everything. With a tired and relieved sigh, Grian didn't notice how he began to smile, watching Scar's disorderly attempts to justify himself, how he complains with fierce enthusiasm about the weather and traffic and everything else. It's amazing how amazing Scar was. How incomprehensible and simple and close at the same time. It was amazing how amazing he thought Grian was.
-phoenix
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pasiphile · 6 months
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>.> Can you say more words about GO2
Oh, I can, but they're not very nice words.
While I had my issues with the first season, the second season is just so... bafflingly bad? Like, so strangely bad. Plotwise it feels like something written by a beginner. Like for some reason they've given a huge budget to some mediocre fanfic. There are just so many instances where they obviously had to get from point A to point B and just made up a quick shortcut without thinking too much about the implications or it, you know, making sense. Some of it is because of the honestly strange decision to let other writers take care of the flashbacks, with the worst contender the WWII flashback (zombies exist now? with no repercussions? so much gratuitous gore? Also the whole sequence with the gun would be so dramatic if, you know, demons actually died instead of being discorporated being nothing but a minor administrative setback). But it's also there in the main plot. Fire extinguishers work against demons for some reason? Aziraphale goes all the way to Scotland and back to learn basically nothing? The whole contrived romantic subplot with Nina and Maggie? The fucking Gabriel/Beelzebub thing? It's all either so heavy handed or just plain lazy. And I'm all for suspension of disbelief but if it's just one thing after another...
To me it feels like the basic plot of the whole second season could've over and done with in half an episode, and they just put in filler after filler to fluff it out into a full season where, in fact, barely anything happens.
And it's so odd! I know John Finnemore's work, he's good at intricate little plot connections! And Neil Gaiman can hardly be called an inexperienced writer either! It just feels like they were too lazy to actually bother writing a plot that works.
Meanwhile characterisation-wise, they've gone further on the path they'd already started in season one and wandered even farther away from what made the book characterisation interesting. In the book, Crowley is the nice one, who's generally polite and friendly and very fond of humans, while Aziraphale is, honestly, a bit of a dick and a recluse who prefers not interacting with humans and is 100% down to kill a child if it means he can keep his comfy lifestyle going. Aziraphale accidentally kills a dove and doesn't care about it. Crowley is the one that revives it. It's that kind of contradiction that makes it so fun, and to see that reversed into Aziraphale being a bleeding heart saving-the-poor-humans and Crowley acting all tough and sarcastic really erases a lot of what makes the pairing so charming.
But the thing that bothers me the most is how much they included the Big Conflict between Heaven and Hell. In the books, both Crowley and Aziraphale are low in the hierarchy. You only catch a glimpse of the big players and only at the end. Plus, they're lazy. It's a plot point that they both have human agents to take care of the work for them and that they don't get involved. They're not remotely interested by the overarching conflict or wanting either side to win. The whole point of the Agreement is that they take over a bit of each other's work for ease and convenience. And they're not particularly involved in humanity's welbeing either, and they definitely don't go around saving individual humans. They're disturbed by it, sure, but they don't think about interfering in any way. They only start taking an active role when their comfy lifestyle is threatened. And that's what I like about the whole thing. It's small, in a way. It's contained. Meanwhile the TV series went full out with Hell and Heaven fighting against each other and Crowley and Aziraphale suddenly becoming major agents in that conflict, catching the interest of demons and angels all the way up. It feels very at odds with the central theme and message of the book.
I did enjoy watching it. About 50% for the little things that did work, and about 50% to point and laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.
And to spot the Pratchett references, of course. Those were nice.
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itchingdreams · 2 years
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ink sans has a tendency to make himself known to creators a lot. it doesn’t matter if this creator has only made one universe or if making universes is their hobby, ink likes talking to them.
he usually will plan a day out to pop in to speak to some creators here and there, having to make sure to write it down on his scarf so he doesn’t forget. he could be sitting around the doodlesphere dying of boredom or he could be coming back from a battle with error over a universe that the glitch was trying to destroy. 
it doesn’t matter, he’ll always drop by and say hi.
ink takes his job as a protecter very seriously and if talking to the creators helps with his job then of course he’s going to do it. it only takes 20 minutes and then he’s back to his totally not busy schedule.
but now, let’s say that ink has a favorite creator.
they are a human who has been aware of the multiverse for a few weeks now and when they talk about their universe, ink sees a little twinkle in their eye. they put so much energy and thought into making their AU that when ink comes to see them, he usually is bombarded with questions, rambles, anything. whenever he’s interacting with them, they’re usually shooting ideas between each other for an hour or even longer.
he spends so much time with them that he ends up getting strangely attached to them? 
he doesn’t have a soul so what is this pressure behind his sternum whenever he looks at them? he can’t experience emotions without his paint so why is he so fond of them and why does he feel happy talking to them? 
what’s happening to ink?
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idkwhatimdoingbutslay · 3 months
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dear, hello salutations, love, sincerely, from, goodbye chapter 14 will be postponed to come out tomorrow (sorry gang), but my peace offering is a sneakpeak/spoiler/unedited cat fight between someone and someone else :))
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