#my mash fanfic

[quordleona03]

Okay, @youngpettyqueen and @thebreakfastgenie tagged me in a fanfic meme.

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway

Here are my 10 most recent fics, from AO3. 1. "BJ would be the first to admit - well, actually, Peggy would be the first to admit - that he was better at the big, flashy, romantic gestures than he was at the day-to-day stuff." - "Crabapple Cove" 2. ""How come you never talk about Tuttle?" BJ asked." -"Tuttle" (Explaining either of these two stories would spoil them. They're both pretty short.)

3. "There were images of a man tortured to death in every room." - "A Hawk Through The Mirror" (This is the second and longer story of MirrorMASH, in which Hawkeye from that Mirror universe where BJ has a beard is now in our universe.) 4. "Toby groaned out loud." (This is a M*A*S*H/West Wing crossover, and Toby is Toby Ziegler: he has just been asked when the Korean War started, and it turns out to be a more complicated question than Donna thought it was. The story in a nutshell: President Bartlett's White House is commemorating the 50-year anniversary of the start of the Korean War by inviting 10 veterans to talk about it and then have a memorial dinner, and they made the mistake of inviting Doctor B. F. Pierce to make a speech about the Korean War on live TV in front of the President of the United States. God I had fun writing this story.) -"Go, Tell Them In Sparta" 5. “You the doctor who operated on my men?” (Hawkeye is very sleepy, and a sergeant from Vermont is giving him an apple for reasons he finds difficult to understand when hardly awake.) -"Northern Spies"

6. "If anyone had been looking in the window, which no one was, it might have looked too formal to be a meeting of friends: two people on the couch at one side the room, three people on chairs at the other side." (This story is set in the 1990s in an alternative-universe created by someone else, the Keptverse. In the Keptverse, the whole of North America still has legal chattel slavery and the US government can compel you to own one or more slaves if you are over a certain income-level. Most of the stories are RPF, but mine aren't: I got the idea of taking characters from multiple mostly-American TV series and writing a giant sprawling novel-length fanfic series. This shows up as M*A*S*H because in this one stand-alone story, Francis Mulcahy is a parish priest, and part of a network of people who resist owning slaves. Mulcahy appears again only briefly in the last story of the series, but he gets to have his say in this one.) "The Network", part of The Games

7. "Mulcahy struggled awake out of a dream in which the sun was shining directly into his eyes." (MASH/Highlander crossover - A visitor to the 4077th wants to talk to the Jesuit priest and it turns out to be a Highlander immortal because of course the Jesuits know all about immortals.) "Walker Among the Dead" 8. "Outside the blankets, it was cold." (A story which takes off from "Hawk's Nightmare" - what if Hawkeye started having these memories of being back home/in high school take over his mind while he was awake? Who are all these people and especially, who's the good-looking guy called Francis who seems to like him so much?) "Dream That I Forget" 9. "It's winter in Korea, cold everywhere, cold in the tents, cold in the sleeping-bags, cold everywhere except under hot water in the showers, and Mulcahy never gets to the showers while the water is still hot." (In "The Interview", Francis says he would like to be warm and clean, and this story sort of leaps off from that, with Hawkcahy because, well. Mulcahy loves Hawkeye.) "Warm and Clean"

10. "Mulcahy had given up assigning himself penances for wishing he could go home when he realised that he could no longer remember how many times he had caught himself praying – not wishing, but praying – that someone in authority would write to him instructing him to resign from his chaplaincy, resign his unlikely commission, and go back to Philadelphia." (This story is set in the Pilot episode of M*A*S*H, and was originally meant to be the first of an ambitious sequence of stories set the first three seasons, about Mulcahy. I got distracted by other projects, but this one is about why Father Mulcahy doesn't like Hawkeye very much in the pilot episode, and he has reasons.) "Amuck"

Tagging: @topshelf2112-blog @folliesandconcerns @rescue-ram @mulcahymoment @transgayhawkeyepierce @variousqueerthings @cplredberet @old-wild-child @impishtubist @allcanonisrelative

#mash 4077 #mash fanfic #mash fanfic memes #my mash fanfic #hawkeye pierce #francis mulcahy #mash/west wing crossovers #mash/highlander crossovers #hawk's nightmare #bj hunnicutt #tuttle #crabapple cove #mashposting

[plainclothesdisaster]

Red Knight - Chapter 1

DP x DC | Dead on Main

Jason Todd encounters one Danny Fenton in the streets of Gotham and suddenly he's thrown into a world of ghosts and monsters. Will he embrace this life? Or will it just end up with him dead again?

Read on AO3 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

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“Why are you following me?” Jason pressed his arm against the stranger’s throat, pinning him to the alley wall.

Under the sodium glow of the streetlight Jason got his first good look at the guy. Tall, dark hair, maybe his age or a little younger. Not the type he typically saw in the Narrows- he lacked that certain air of despair. The stranger had been following Jason since he’d left his safe house. Maybe the guy thought Jason would be an easy mugging target. Wasn’t he in for a surprise.

The stranger lifted his face and smiled. His blue eyes glowed with a green ethereal light. “How long have you been dead?”

He said it with the casual nonchalance of talking about the weather. Jason tensed, pressing harder on his arm. How the hell did this guy know?

The guy didn’t flinch. He didn’t seem bothered at all. That could only mean one thing.

Jason steadied his breath. “Metas aren’t welcome in Gotham.”

“I’m not a meta. And neither are you. But that doesn’t mean we’re totally human either.”

The stranger tilted his chin up, his smile broadened. Behind his lips he revealed a pair of fangs glinting, taunting.

From nowhere Memories of the pit stirred under Jason’s heart— rage and pain and fear. His pulse raced faster. His arm pressed harder.

As if responding to the pressure the guy’s face softened. “Oh. It’s worse than I thought.” He sounded genuinely concerned. “What the hell happened to you?”

“Shut up!” Somehow the pity stung worse than the taunts.

Jason pulled his fist back to punch the look off the guy’s face, but he didn’t get the chance to. The guy went translucent. He moved through Jason’s arm like a ghost but then suddenly his hands were solid against his chest, pushing with surprising force, sending him stumbling backward to the slimy concrete.

He fell prone and then the stranger was on top of him. Adrenaline flashed through him- too late. His breath clogged in his throat as cold clutch of power hit him. The strangers face twisted in concentration as he put a hand to and then through Jason’s chest.

The fury of the pit raged and roared, nearly as loud as it had when Jason had taken those first screaming breaths back alive. Jason fought, punching and clawing but the guy held form, unshakable. His ears rang and pain sang through his whole body and it felt like he was turning inside out and then—

Quiet.

Quiet, empty relief.

He breathed out. A cool weight sat heavy under his heart where previously there had been a nest of scorpions.

Jason’s mouth fell open. The guy pulled his hand back with a sigh and stood up.

“That should help I think.”

Jason looked down at his chest- unscathed. A thousand questions scrolled through his head. The one that made it out of his lips: “What the fuck?”

The guy shrugged as he stepped back. “Gotta look out for you. You’re one of mine.”

One of mine. Those words sent a shiver through Jason. This guy was obviously a dangerous meta. Jason had been embarrassingly helpless to stop him doing whatever it was he just did. Time for some answers.

Jason rolled up to a fighting crouch and pulled a handgun from his belt. He leveled its comforting weight at the not-meta meta. “I don’t belong to anybody.”

The stranger’s smile came back, and so did his fangs. Jason bit his tongue.

The guy pulled a scrap of paper out of his pocket and scrawled for a moment, completely nonplussed by the gun pointed at him. “Call me if it gets bad again?”

Jason didn’t move. He gripped the gun tighter. “Who are you?”

Still that smile. “I’m Danny.”

And then he vanished. Not a Batman fade-into-the-shadows type of vanish. One second he was there and the next- nothing but air. The paper he’d written on fluttered down to the ground in the place where he’d stood.

Jason lowered the gun. He got up to walk away, ready to chalk up the whole experience to some meta bullshit he didn’t want to think about again.

But a new weight sat heavy in his chest. The quiet lingered in his head. Whatever that guy did, it made him feel more calm, more in control of himself than he had in a long time. Halfway through that thought the wind picked up and threatened to blow the paper away. Jason’s stomach dropped as he scrambled to catch it. He closed his fist around it just as it reached the street.

He uncrumpled it between his fingers. A phone number, nothing else. On the other side— a receipt for bat burger. What the fuck.

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #danny phantom #jason todd #dead on main #danny x jason #dead on main ship #dp x dc fanfic #fanfic #dp #yes this is just me mashing all my favorite tropes and prompts into one big fic #rough draft is basically done now let's see how fast I edit #l m a o

[kquartz]

After over a year of procrastinating and getting distracted with life, my sister and I have finally finished our passion project of making our favorite fanfic into a book! It's over 500 pages of mystery, murder, and romance and I'm so happy to have it in my hands.

(Not for sale or anything I'm just very excited to share)

If you haven't read and would like to, here's a link to Kittebasu's fic here!

#art #detective conan #magic kaito #kaito kid #a study in scarlette #fanfic rec #photos #dcmk #fanart #pls pls go read it if you haven't already #it ruined my tastebuds for other fanfics like 4 years ago and I've yet to recover #this is mostly made of free clip art and manga caps that Ive mashed together to be aesthetically pleasing #kaishin

[solarisetlesetoiles]

saw that one image of them in their fancy outfits and was inspired

#mashle #mashfinn #mash burnedead #finn ames #solei's art #definitely want to write at least one fanfic for them #but it'll have to be after i finish some of my other fics first lmao

[thealogie]

Please please not ofmd doing both “Stede goes to Maine” and “Stede’s one-sided letter writing campaign.” Where are my mash girls at

#David have you read my mash fanfic. please advise

[igbylicious]

random question: does anyone have fic recs for an ateez pirate au — but specifically one that blends the historical vibe with scifi elements like in beloved disney classic Treasure Planet??

(or any visual art of this concept!!!)

#igby’s chatter #i have some pirate aus in my tbr #i have some scifi aus in my tbr (and in my drafts lol) #but i am suddenly CRAVING that mash-up asdlkjasd and pls i would LOVE to not have to write it myself!!! #ateez #ateez fanfic

[mylittleredgirl]

i love writing characters who have never been to therapy. both the ones who don’t know they need it and those who have definitely picked up a self-help book or two off the shelf and completely misunderstood it. i love sticking my face close into their point of view and playing that fine line of “they yearn for Something and that gaping need drives them at all times, but do they even know what it is? do they have that level of introspection?” are they even capable of it, or do they just have a trio of rats wailing aimlessly in their head ("YEARNING!!!") while they tear around the narrative making wild self-destructive choices, trying to satisfy a craving so deep they can’t even see it unless they’ve been cut open to the bone... and then they immediately try to bury that knowledge even deeper so they never have to look at it again? hoping no one else will see through them, even though god and the audience and every other character already can??? anyway yeah the joy of characters who have never been to therapy 💕

#pinning them to a hurt/comfort trope like a bug in a collection: get loved idiot #on fanfic #i mean i do think margaret mash my character of the week knows that she's trying to fuck her dad #but would be shocked to learn that this is widely considered to be. psychologically speaking. a problem.

[gravesaint]

i love when i can feel my antidepressants kicking back in. its like my autism gets kicked into overdrive because the world is beautiful and full of wonderful and interesting things again

#im thinking of all the projects i wanna do #im listening to my music #im watching mash with my bf and writing down my favorite episodes #im drawing more #im talking to more people #yippie yippie yippie yippie yippie #my stuff #i havent hyperfixated on anything in over a year but now im reading mash fanfic and hoarding cross stitch patterns like crazy #literally the world in all its splendor dude

[mewhenimanonymous]

Paranoia (Chapter 3)

(Secret History/TSAA Tails x Paranoid!Reader)

A/N

hai guys sorry it’s been so long ;c i started writing the next couple chapters after i published 1 and 2 but i didn’t know where 4 should go so i stopped writing for a while and then i forgot about it. i haven’t been on tumblr for a while either so when i logged back on and saw how much traction paranoia got i was like ?!!?! thank you guys sm omg?! so like im gonna try to finish this fanfic eventually but chapter 4 is a total mess right now so here’s chapter 3!! im sorry it’s short but i promise chapter 4 (and maybe 5?!) will be longer :3

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You couldn’t remember anything after that, or even right now as you’re trying to wake up after a deep nap. All noise is muffled, and everything is blurry, you can only make out an orange blob looking down at you.

Wait, where am I? Soon the loopiness starts to fade away, and you’re coming back to your senses, though certainly not completely yet as Tails looks totally different than when you last remember him. Crazy how the brain works.

“Tails,” you mumble quietly, but you’re shushed by a pointed, slender finger.

“It’s alright, my dear.” His usually sweet, younger voice you’re used to was replaced by a shrill and unnerving one.

I’m hallucinating. How many drugs did he pump me with? You feel his cold, lanky hand cup your cheek, his unnaturally sharp claws grazing your jawline.

“You’re all better now.” He leans into you, examining you, and you’re able to better inspect Tails’ new monstrous form your brain made up. Freakishly bright and hypnotizing blue and pink eyes staring into your soul, a wide joker-like grin with teeth so sharp and jagged even a dentist couldn’t save them, matted and unkempt fur now with a more orangish hue, not to mention how tall he’s become compared to his usual short stature, his figure so skinny you could see his rib cage… he looks sickening.

Seeing this grotesque version of your friend should be terrifying to you, but instead you’re met with an empty, numb feeling. Your subconscious must be aware of this hallucination.

“What… happened?” Your head is still fuzzy from the anesthesia, and you try to ignore the unnatural sight that’s bestowed upon you, knowing there’s no way Tails would be aware of what you’re seeing.

“Why, I fixed you! Now my sweetheart won’t have to worry about anything ever again!” He takes your hands and intertwines your fingers together, still staring… has he blinked yet?

Sweetheart? You cringe at the nickname, having an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of your stomach.

“Tails, what’s gotten into you?” You try letting go of Tails’ hands, but his grip becomes almost unbearingly tight and you let out a yelp.

“I’m protecting you! I never want my precious (Y/N) to be in harm’s way ever again! Especially not when you’re in this pitiful, repulsive universe you call home.” Tails rolls his eyes and looks to his right. You follow his gaze and widen your eyes as you become entranced by a bright, magenta-colored portal. There were many wires connected to it, most of which coming from a crystal of the same color that was sparking with electricity.

This has to be a dream.

“I was gonna wait until much later to reveal myself to you, but plans have changed. It looks like my newest project has already decided to start tearing this universe apart, and I couldn’t bear to stay in that pathetic skin-suit of my imposter any longer than I had to!” He started becoming visibly angry, and he was crushing your hands with such force you never thought could come from him. You let out a much more painful yelp, and Tails quickly lets go of your hands, looking remorseful as he picks them up gently and plants a sympathetic kiss on them. You have mixed feelings about this.

“Plus, I don’t want to hide anything from my darling. You deserve to see the real me~” Tails runs his hand up your neck, then traces a claw along your jaw and tilts your chin up to face him. His moves his face closer into yours, and seeing his face up close only makes him more disgusting to look at. Dark eye bags around his eyes, his breath reeking like he hasn’t brushed his teeth in months, and some gray hairs in his orange fur that shouldn’t be there—he wasn’t that old, yet… or was he?

He should be a major red flag to you, but now that you couldn’t feel any fear, it was replaced with sympathy. However this dream version of Tails got this way, you care about him, and you want to help him, even if it might not be real. Even if nothing he said made any sense to you.

“Tails, did you hit your head…? Have you been feeling alright?” You move his hand out of the way and try sitting up, however he forcefully twists your head to your right to look out the window. The outside world was slowly being drained of its color, with most of the world already gray and lifeless. There were veins of bright yellow light spreading all throughout the world—it looked almost like an infection of some kind. Debris and parts of the earth were floating up into the sky, and with it, the corpses of your friends—including a massacred version of a slightly familiar blue hedgehog.

“Either come with me, or stay here and DIE like the rest of your ‘FRIENDS’.” Tails’ voice becomes much more vile in tone, which would scare the life out of any normal person. “Quite frankly, you would be an imbecile to choose the latter. But I know you better than that, sweetheart~”

He was threatening you, but you can’t feel fear. You don’t fear death, but it’s not like you want to die, so he was still able to trap you. Even then, you don’t care about anything else, you just want to help him. Maybe you’re foolish, but you know that somewhere deep down, the real Tails is in there—at least, you hope. For all you know, this may not be Tails at all.

“I’ll… I’ll come with you.” You turn your head toward Tails as he lets go of your face, and a wide, sinister grin makes its way onto his face.

“Excellent choice, my dear~” He presses his chapped lips onto your cheek, giving a wet kiss that makes your body tense up. When he pulls away, he stares at you with his sickening grin for a moment longer, before grabbing your hand and leading you toward the portal.

You both stand at the edge, and he looks at you with a smug smirk.

“Ladies first~” Tails bows slightly as he gestures his hand toward the portal. You’re tempted to go ahead, but instead you push him in, and with a shrill yell he’s gone in an instant. You can’t help but snicker as you follow him inside.

#mashed #sonic the hedgehog #tsaa #fanfic #fanfiction #tails #sh tails x reader #secret history tails #secret history of Sonic and tails #secret history tails x reader #x Reader #x Reader fanfic #my worst hear me out #sh tails #tsaa fanfic #there’s something about amy #there’s something about Amy fanfic #mashed tails #mashed tails x Reader #miles tails prower #miles prower #tails the fox

[last-hourglass]

May I offer y’all a sneak peak at upcoming Chapter 13 Art in these trying times?

#rottmnt #rottmnt art #last hourglass #rottmnt fanfic #rise of the tmnt #my art #just a leetol sneak peak #while I furiously mash buttons and try to finish chapter 12

[the-rio-grande-duran]

Trying to finish the Lisa Frankenstein prompt with the second most votes on the poll. But my dumbass keeps getting distracted by totally different ideas god dam

#my poly ass just really keeps shipping them with different movie monsters #my favorite oc is a cat person werewolf girl that isn’t just In love with #Lisa and creature as individuals but is absolutely obsessed with their relationship #in love with their love itself #also had a mothman type enby called bug whose even more obviously a murderer than they are #also their apartment being haunted and the ghost getting a hopeless crush on them but thinks they have have no chance #cause they can’t even see me! #but they sneak out one night and they doo #I might just make a big fuck off polycule with all of them and call it monster mash #because low hanging fruit is the sweetest #lisa frankenstein fanfiction #lisa frakenstein creature #lisa frankenstein fanfic #lisa frankenstein

[beestripe-and-spines]

i need to share this is in my head explicitly because he is absolutely infatuated with both of them

#warrior cats #bluestar #oakheart #thrushpelt #dappletail #reading a lotta good warriors fic lately #and realizing oh! i can play with my blorbos like dolls #i have bluestar and oakheart in one hand #and thrushpelt into the other #and i am mashing them all together #because i think they should all kiss #someone beat my ass into writing that fanfic

[thewitchoftheweed]

Once again, he glances over his shoulder. He’s more than a little drunk, and he’s worried he won’t notice someone approaching. But his Lamb is happily occupied, leading a dance circle near the bonfire. Good. This feels like a betrayal of some kind, something he should only have the decency to do in the dark of night, if he does it at all. His eyes linger on them in the distance. They laugh as they prance joyously in their festive robes. Narinder smiles softly, but it slowly fades as he turns back to the task at hand. He slips the bag off his shoulder. Narinder sets out the candles first, two on each pedestal. Then the offerings: flowers for Leshy, mushrooms for Heket, crystals for Kallamar, silk for Shamura. He lights the candles, then uncorks a bottle of straw wine. Typically, he and the Lamb drink high-quality sacral wine. But tonight only sugary, cheap straw wine will do. He sits in front of them on the carefully laid flagstone. The Crowns are illuminated by candles, all staring down at him with unseeing eyes. They’re fixed, unmoving… lifeless without their bearers. “To our health,” he says sarcastically, lifting the bottle in a toast. 

#cult of the lamb #cult of the lamb fanfic #my posts #my fanfic #lambiversary prompts #narinder #the lamb #narilamb #bc it's me #been waiting to write this for a while #you know that episode of mash where hawkeye has to monologue the whole time #it's like that but sadder #cws were updated so be sure to check the tags/chapter notes #thanks to everyone who has supported this fic!

[junosaccount]

✨Encantober #16✨ Kiss

"Is that my thimble?"

"What? No, no, no! That,” for emphasis, Bruno made a flourish with his hand, “is the kiss!"

"This," Mirabel picked up the small metal object and put it on her index finger, "is my thimble, tío."

"Ah, yeah, yes, of course! B-but in my play, it's the kiss”—again the flourish, less exalted this time—"uh, it's, you know, a misunderstanding? A joke!” He nodded towards the rat on his workbench. “You see, the fairy-boy doesn’t know what a kiss is and the girl, she, she wants to—ah, but I don't wanna spoil it for you..."

Bruno chuckled and picked up the rat-slash-actor to squeeze it into the tiny fairy costume Mirabel had sewn for him. Without her thimble, mind you.

"I see," Mirabel sighed, her thumb stroking the embossed butterflies on the thimble’s seam. "But it's my only thimble, you know."

Bruno paused. He placed the dressed-up rat onto his shoulder and carefully stood up from his stool, turning towards her.

"Do you..." he kneaded his hands nervously and stared at her, his round eyes shiny and pleading. "Do you really need it back…?"

Mirabel bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing, and tried to look anywhere but at her uncle. It was unbelievable how a man his age could look so much like a little kid asking for a treat. The tiny rat on his shoulder with its beady black eyes and the cute little dress only enhanced the effect.

"Ah...how about you return it when you're done with your play, okay?” she offered.

"Yes, of course!" He snatched the thimble from her finger and plopped down onto his stool. "Thank you, Mirabel!"

Smiling gleefully, he stroked the fairy-rat and showed off his prize. "Look, Pepe Pan! We got a kiss!"

#encantober #bruno re-enacting the classics #maybe mashing things up a bit #encanto #bruno madrigal #mirabel madrigal #drabble #my writing #kiss #my art #encanto fanart #encanto fanfic #madrigal family fluff

[hundredyearoldoakdesk]

Reblog for bigger sample size

#mash #mash 4077 #mashposting #m*a*s*h 4077 #4077th #m*a*s*h #fanfiction #mash fanfic #mash fandom #fandom polls #my polls

[sipped-lapped-swilled]

Hear me out: a Mash detective/film noir AU with Hawkeye and Trapper having a private detective agency together. (Because if you take them out of that war setting but let them keep their dynamic they totally have the vibe for that) And the others take on all kinds of roles from pathetic client (looking at you Frank or maybe even Henry) to extremely cunning gang leader (e.g. Freedman with all his psychological knowledge or Father Mulcahy for an unexpected twist), the possibilities are endless... It could be either one big story or like a series with a new case in every chapter. And the cases could even be influenced by the real happenings from the episodes (like black market, stolen desk, whatever...)

#If anyone wants to write this please do!! #Or send some further ideas my way and I might sit down to create this thing #Mash #m*a*s*h #mash 4077 #mash fic #Mash fanfic #mash fanfiction #trapper john mcintyre #hawkeye pierce #text #Dotty talks #Dot was thinking #Dotty has thoughts #Dotty rambles