#other people's fanfic ideas

[anghraine]

Okay, breaking my principles hiatus again for another fanfic rant despite my profound frustration w/ Tumblr currently:

I have another post and conversation on DW about this, but while pretty much my entire dash has zero patience with the overtly contemptuous Hot Fanfic Takes, I do pretty often see takes on Fanfiction's Limitations As A Form that are phrased more gently and/or academically but which rely on the same assumptions and make the same mistakes.

IMO even the gentlest, and/or most earnest, and/or most eruditely theorized takes on fanfiction as a form still suffer from one basic problem: the formal argument does not work.

I have never once seen a take on fanfiction as a form that could provide a coherent formal definition of what fanfiction is and what it is not (formal as in "related to its form" not as in "proper" or "stuffy"). Every argument I have ever seen on the strengths/weaknesses of fanfiction as a form vs original fiction relies to some extent on this lack of clarity.

Hence the inevitable "what about Shakespeare/Ovid/Wide Sargasso Sea/modern takes on ancient religious narratives/retold fairy tales/adaptation/expanded universes/etc" responses. The assumptions and assertions about fanfiction as a form in these arguments pretty much always should apply to other things based on the defining formal qualities of fanfic in these arguments ("fanfiction is fundamentally X because it re-purposes pre-existing characters and stories rather than inventing new ones" "fanfiction is fundamentally Y because it's often serialized" etc).

Yet the framing of the argument virtually always makes it clear that the generalizations about fanfic are not being applied to Real Literature. Nor can this argument account for original fics produced within a fandom context such as AO3 that are basically indistinguishable from fanfic in every way apart from lacking a canon source.

At the end of the day, I do not think fanfic is "the way it is" because of any fundamental formal qualities—after all, it shares these qualities with vast swaths of other human literature and art over thousands of years that most people would never consider fanfic. My view is that an argument about fanfic based purely on form must also apply to "non-fanfic" works that share the formal qualities brought up in the argument (these arguments never actually apply their theories to anything other than fanfic, though).

Alternately, the formal argument could provide a definition of fanfic (a formal one, not one based on judgment of merit or morality) that excludes these other kinds of works and genres. In that case, the argument would actually apply only to fanfic (as defined). But I have never seen this happen, either.

So ultimately, I think the whole formal argument about fanfic is unsalvageably flawed in practice.

Realistically, fanfiction is not the way it is because of something fundamentally derived from writing characters/settings etc you didn't originate (or serialization as some new-fangled form, lmao). Fanfiction as a category is an intrinsically modern concept resulting largely from similarly modern concepts of intellectual property and auteurship (legally and culturally) that have been so extremely normalized in many English-language media spaces (at the least) that many people do not realize these concepts are context-dependent and not universal truths.

Fanfic does not look like it does (or exist as a discrete category at all) without specifically modern legal practices (and assumptions about law that may or may not be true, like with many authorial & corporate attempts to use the possibility of legal threats to dictate terms of engagement w/ media to fandom, the Marion Zimmer Bradley myth, etc).

Fanfic does not look like it does without the broader fandom cultures and trends around it. It does not look like it does without the massive popularity of various romance genres and some very popular SF/F. It does not look like it does without any number of other social and cultural forces that are also extremely modern in the grand scheme of things.

The formal argument is just so completely ahistorical and obliviously presentist in its assumptions about art and generally incoherent that, sure, it's nicer when people present it politely, but it's still wrong.

#this is probably my most pretentious fanfiction defense squad post but it's difficult to express in other terms #like. people talking about ao3 house style (not always by name but clearly referring to it) as a result of fanfic as a form #and not the social/cultural effect of ao3 as a fandom space #you don't get ao3 house style without ao3 itself and you don't get ao3 without strikethrough and livejournal etc #and you don't get those without authors and corporations trying to exercise control over fic based on law (often us law) & myths about law #and you don't get those without distinctly modern concepts of intellectual property and copyright #none of those things have fuck all to do with form! #anghraine rants #fanfiction #general fanwank #long post #thinking about this partly because the softer & gentler versions of fanfic discourse keep crossing my dash #and partly because i've written like 30 pages about a playwright i adore who was just not very good at 'original fiction' as we'd define it #both his major works are ... glorified rpf in our context but splendid tragedies in his #and the idea of categorizing /anything/ in that era by originality of conception rather than comedy/tragedy/etc would be buckwild #ivory tower blogging #anghraine's meta

[stormikitty]

Vaggie's Past

I've seen tons of fics and tumblr posts with 2 different ideas about Vaggie's past. 1 being that she had a human life before she became an exorcist angel, and the other being that she grew up in heaven and was raised by Adam and Lute and the other exorcists. Idk which 1 I like better, but I have headcanons for both. And I've sort of imagined conversations for how the other characters would find out?

1:Vaggie had a human life:

Charlie: Hey Vaggie? Are you heavenborn, or a human soul?

Vaggie: it's complicated? When a human soul becomes an exorcist, the first part of their training involves magic induced amnesia. They're forced to forget everything about their lives including their own name, and they're given a new 1. I know I was a human at some point, but I don't remember anything. Some things stick, like languages, and some strong feelings about certain things even if there's a lack of context for it, but I don't remember who I was or any of the people I might've known. Every earthborn exorcist has maybe 1 vivid memory from their life, but it never actually tells them anything about who they used to be or who they know. I think that's to make it easier to erase any individuality more quickly and make us forget if any of our morals didn't originally align with what exorcists do. Turns us into perfect soldiers quicker. If I remembered my real name, I probably wouldn't be going by the 1 that Adam gave me. He literally named me after a vagina.

Chalie: *hugging Vaggie*

Anyone else who heard this: ...

2: Heavenborn Vaggie:

Vaggie: I was never a child.

Angel Dust: What did you just come into existence fully grown or something?

Vaggie: No, I still had to grow and develop like anyone else would.

Husk: Then you were a child.

Vaggie: I was raised to be the perfect soldier since the moment I was born. A soldier isn't allowed to be a child.

Everyone: WHAT?!

Charlie: Why didn't your parents protect your from that?

Vaggie: A lot of exorcist angels are born from flowers instead of other angels. I was 1 of them. I was raised by exorcists and grew up with exorcists.

Alastor or Angel Dust: You were born from a flower? Like Thumbilina?

Husk: They took away your childhood?!

Vaggie: Yeah. I had to be a gown up almost as soon as I could start walking and talking.

Nifty: What was it like being raised by exorcists? Other than the fact that you weren't allowed to be a kid?

Vaggie: I was surrounded by high standards and expectations I had to meet and not allowed to have much if any individuality. Exorcists aren't even given names until after their 1st extermination. They have numbers until then. Also, you know how exorcists have those black stipes on their wings? Those don't appear until their 1st extermination either. Also I was taught to value loyalty and strength more than anything else. Loyalty goes above strength, but not by much. And the second I showed even the slightest hesitation to follow an order, I was cast out of heaven in probably 1 of the most brutal and painful ways possible by 1 of the people I trusted the most. So there's that.

Everyone: *ready to throw hands with some exorcists again*

Charlie: *crying*

Nifty: ... Wanna build a pillow fort and watch cartoons?

#the flower thing and the thumbilina comparison were from a fanfic i read and it kinda stuck #and these are all building off of other things i've read that other people said to some extent #i also really like the idea that Husk was a war veteran in life #vaggie #vaggatha #hazbin hotel #chaggie #nifty hazbin hotel #angel dust hazbin hotel #husk hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #charlie hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel exorcists #headcannons #also i think vaggie would really like she-ra and the princesses of power #for various reasons

[tornoleander]

Sssnek BOI in your Cabinet (here to steal ur gender)

Agh he’s soooo much fun. >:D from AU by @spinjitsuburst -all design credit to them!

#He’s been busy collecting abandonment issues like Pokémon #this has been my plan since you told me about his snake features #immediately prioritized after the canary’s that made me too happy #Very glad he is exist now #ninjago #lego ninjago #ninjago art #ninjago fanart #ninjago jay #superstar rockin jay #oli art #ninjago fanfiction #going to be fanfic? I hope #I think I draw more off other people’s Ninjago ideas more than Default show fanart #whoops can’t help that I’m surrounded by amazing writers and artists. #Cabinet man AU #han tag

[justaz]

arthur (prince of camelot) still has to study under a tutor bc yknow uther wants him to be very intelligent before becoming king or something bc its super important idk idc anyways merlin is doing chores in his chambers while arthur is squinting at a book and merlin eventually caves and asks him what he’s reading and arthur gruffly explains that its a collection of stories from greece that make absolutely no sense so merlin asks him to read them outloud to him. arthur of course teases him and calls him an idiot and asks how he could possibly help but does as he’s asked and reads the stories to merlin as he does his chores. merlin (being crushed under the weight of destiny and tormented by the prophecies that kilgharrah spews) understands the stories almost immediately and gets all excited and starts rambling about them with arthur. arthur is glad to have someone who understands so he can give something that reflects a hint of understanding to his tutor who accepts it and moves onto the next unit of education.

the thing is, arthur finds more stories in camelot’s library and brings them up to his room to read them aloud to merlin under the guise of completing his studies but really he just wants to watch as merlin’s eyes gleam when he understands whats happening and listen to him ramble on and on about them bc he’s gay. the stories stick with merlin though and he realizes that they’re cautionary tales, that the heroes who were told too much of their future doomed themself to fulfill them - that them fighting the prophecies led to their completion. merlin takes it to heart and gives a big “fuck you” to kilgharrah before forging his own fate and helping morgana with her magic and handing out an olive branch to mordred and now everyone can live happily and peacefully in an albion teeming with magic.

#merlin and arthur are of course at each others side in the end #merlin is curled up with arthur in their bed and says a silent thank you to his king for saving him #arthur returns the sentiment wholeheartedly #bbc merlin #merlin emrys #arthur pendragon #merthur #fic idea #fanfic #fanfiction #headcanon #hc #head canon #merthur prompt #i have my own hc of fate vs destiny in bbc merlin and i like to incorporate that into everything i write #but then i realize that not everyone thinks that way lmao #i like to think that destiny is unavoidable. merlin and arthur are destined to form albion and lead it together #i think fate is like a fragile version of destiny #i think most people are tied to fate and will follow what they are fated to do unless those who arent tied down by fate change course #like i hc that seers are able to see the potential future of what is to happen should they not interfere #and the goddess leaves it up to them to choose. so like seers arent tied down by fate and can change the course of history #since merlin is literally magic incarnate i also think he isnt tied down by fate and can act to change things #kilgharrah told merlin the prophecy that would result in the dragon getting free and ending the pendragon line #and since merlin never got close w like any druids or magic users. no one told him the inner workings of fate vs destiny #so he listened to the dragons warnings dooming him to fulfill the prophecy that brought about one of the worst possible futures #bc the dragon was salty about his whole species being eradicated by uther and vowed to destroy the pendragon line #omg im ranting okay post over thank you and good night

[imma-bunni]

Xianbad! *cackles* a Sinbad/Untamed au Below cut: au notes and cursed concept photos cause I'm too busy to draw them 😅😅

I rewatched Sinbad sometime last year and was hit in the FACE with this idea! The color palettes!! I watched the movie in like a fever of ideas but then it just faded over the year until me and my sister started talking about it recently and we're seriously considering writing a fanfic or something together. Mwhahaha but for now here's this sketch idea and some notes!

au notes: · Sinbad: wwx · Proteus/Marina mashup: lwg · Crew: Wen siblings, mxy, zy · Syracuse (main city): Gusu · Monster (either sea monster or that giant fish): xuanwu of slaughter · Wwx's ship is named Chenqing · The book of peace and the goddess Eris all stay the same · Tartarus has burial mounds vibes · Basically same exact plot - wwx and lwj knew each other growing up and big time Flirted but then wwx left/was thrown out of the Jiang (high status family) for some wen drama or something and left to be a pirate and lwj never sees him again until wwx's crew attacks his ship while he's transporting the book of peace to Gusu and he's all "...Wei Ying..." etc etc!

#xianbad the sailor! #I hope some other people also enjoy this idea xD xD #the untamed #myart #cql #au #fanfic idea #sinbad movie

[ohmaerieme]

tethered.

544 words, a short little oneshot about the chaos heart and luigi, and his unfortunate amnesia of it.

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Exhaustion seeps through his bones when he finally falls unto his mattress, darkness of sleep quickly swimming behind his eyelids.

It’s the kind of exhaustion that’s clung to him since he awoke from that strange blacking out at Dimentio’s- and how the name sends shivers to his spine- beck and call. An attempt to weaken the good guys and give himself a winning chance, Luigi assumes.

But he dwells on that no longer- a smile graces his lips as he succumbs to sleep, never more grateful for a bed and a moon to shine through the window than ever. Tomorrow he and his brother will go to Peach’s castle, enjoy a celebratory cake, and enjoy the lovely, lovely calm after such a storm.

But for now, tonight, he lets himself dream- a treat after being left unconscious so many times through their journey.

His blanket softer than ever, his pillow plush and comfy, Luigi easily falls into a deep sleep.

…

..

.

Luigi opens his eyes to a darkness that seeps into his veins, wraps around his lungs and whispers around his frantically beating heart.  The once-comforting pull of a deep sleep now heavy in his bones makes him panic, weighing him down to the frightening presence.

What he sees around him are hues of blacks and grays, pulsing about his vision- alive. It dances about, smooth as water and heavy as rain.

But something about the way his vision swims, the manner of this heaviness he feels, the crawling of the darkness around him… It’s familiar, in a way, and he cannot shake the feeling he’s had this dream before. And he is dreaming, he knows this to be true, just as he knows he cannot breathe here, nor can he move.

The presence does not speak. It cannot, for it has no shape, no form to mouth words- but it feels. And Luigi feels it too, bleeding into him, solid enough that he could hold it in his hands. It sings of return, ripples through the darkness that echo within his own heart.

You are limitless, it muses through him, incomprehensible. As am I.

“Nightmare,” Luigi tries to whisper out, reminding himself. His voice reaches no one's ears but his own.

I am no nightmare, it denies. I have ceased to exist. All but for one tether.

The darkness stretches, the infinite space Luigi’s found himself in feeling cramped, as if held tightly together in a little box.

A flicker of white sprints through the darkness, and as his eyes follow it, he takes sight of his hands, laid against his sides. His body is swallowed by shadow, but one thing stands out starkly in the nothingness.

His hands are gloved in black, white stitching its edges and little stars dangling from the sleeves of them. A ringing sound burns through his head, the creeping imagery of a plant of all things itching at his skull.

The image fades as quickly as it sprouts, the emptiness around him filling that block. He wrenches his gaze upwards, the dark curiously watching all around him, calculating.

This dream will pass, as all dreams do. He just has to wake up.

Wake up, the emptiness echoes, almost mockingly. Its swaying hues of night almost emulate familiar laughter.

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#WE FUCKING UP THE MAN IN GREEN PSYCHOLOGICALLY TODAY!! #may or may not write more about this but #i knew i wanted to get at the very least this small thing out there #just to get the idea in other peoples heads too #the chaos heart finding luigi through his dreams: um. cheesed to meet you #/// #spm #super paper mario #spm spoilers #super paper mario spoilers #luigi #luigi mario #spm fanfic #the chaos heart #spm chaos heart #my writing #ohmaerieme

[transformativeworks]

How to be beta reader

Hey anonamantha!

As far as I am aware (in my personal non-OTW!Vol experience), becoming a beta reader is mostly about finding the right author and the right story at the right time. Someone, somewhere, is writing a story and wishing they had a beta reader.

THEREFORE

Dear followers -

How do you become a beta reader? Are any of you looking for beta readers? Do you have insights on how best to find authors who would love a beta reader?

Lets fill up the notes/replies on this post with tips and tricks and maybe even calls for beta readers.

#mod remi #beta reader #fanfiction #fandom #fanfic #beta reading is def something i fell into #and i have no idea how to induce serendipity for other people #so c'mon y'all lets make a big post full of helping

[gurindeen]

I DON'T MEAN THIS IN ANY LITERATURE-Y OR BRAINY WAY I WAS JUST THINKING HOW GENEROUS IT WAS OF SUZANNE COLLINS TO GIVE US EVERLARK CRAZED PEOPLE THE LINE,

"THIS 🌼 WOULD 🌼 HAVE 🌼 HAPPENED 🌼 ANYWAY"

[SCREAMS]

#JUST #THANK YOU SO MUCH SUZANNE #sometimes in this brutal series it feels like her mind has experienced the depths of obsession for fictional people in love #does she have any idea of what that line has done for us #soulmates? pfft. thats weak. this would have happened anyway? CERTAINTY that no matter what happened differently #they would always end up in each other's arms #i cry #the sheer amount of fanfic possibilities #does she even know #everlark

[matches-only-burn]

AU where kyber crystals get their power from channeling mighty force users that have passed on. Anakin connects to his on Ilum and starts seeing the ghost of the man that partially inhabits his blade.

All of the masters are like, 'oh yes the highly disturbed child we just saved from slavery has an imaginary friend that tracks this is fine' and then they look a little closer and see that a goddamn dyad has formed just from their force signature meeting and it very quickly becomes 'OH SHIT THE HIGHLY DISTURBED CHILD WE JUST SAVED FROM SLAVERY IS ACTUALLY SEEING GHOSTS'

shenanigans ensue

#I'm mostly thinking that like #the amount of someones soul that is in each kyber shard is so small #that no one else gets anything other than a very vague impression of the person from their blade #and then anakin comes along like :) I See Dead People #and everyones just like 'thats very nice small child' #but no #Its a very sad Obi-Wan whos been dead for ten years or so #could be a murder mystery #would definitely be Obikin #because its me what else would you possibly expect #i smell a multichapter fic #obikin #sw #star wars #fanfic #my fic ideas

[thatlittleegyptologist]

😭🥹😭🥹😭🥹

#look idk what I'm doing with fanfic #I just get an idea and I write it with no aim other than to tell the story that's in my head #I'd only written a 2k word T-rated fic in 2007 before the one this comment is from #I'm not a good writer by any means but it feels so good to see others enjoy the story I had in my head #I'd abandoned fandom because it's so hostile to people over a certain age (and that age isn't even old) so it feels so nice to be back #if only the younger lot weren't so focused on ship wars and goddamn nonsense that doesn't matter #doesn't matter if it's not canon babes that's what fanfic is for - dead ship in canon? don't know her! canon is dead to me long live fanfic

[revacholianrobot]

do you think charlotte lund sees a ghost of dolores dei?

#was just amused at the idea of other historical figures being ghosts for people who arent zigi #sacred and terrible air #charlotte lund #You could probably come up with a way to write this? #I have other fanfic ideas higher up my list but who knows

[secondjulia]

Happy Ferdie Friday. Did you need a gif of a video of Ferdinand Kingsley saying "I love you?

#Ferdie Friday #ferdinand kingsley #One of those days when it feels weird to be posting soft stuff & it's like I should be posting something important but I just feel... #so devastated about the Supreme Court decisions and maybe need to sit for a while and think and take refuge in other worlds for a bit befor #figuring out wtf we do next #Anyway. I'm gonna intersperse news-reading with writing fanfic and remembering that courts have made devastating decisions before and... #just because I don't know what to do doesn't mean there's nothing to do. Anyway. /EndOfTagVenting #P.S. The whole Silo book series is actually about people making horrendous decisions & manipulating/convincing everyone they're right... #and people who actually have no idea what they're doing but trying to fight for a better world anyway #so it is kind of appropriate. #silo apple TV

[factorialsotherfandoms]

It is late when Missa returns home. Philza is half-awake, determined to stay up but exhausted from the day. He tries to call out that there is food still on the side for his husband, but the laughed reply implies it came out of garbled nonsense instead. He listens to Missa shuffling around the house, getting ready for bed, and has little to do to prepare himself for sleep.

Maybe five or ten minutes pass before Missa slips into bed. Philza reaches up and takes his hand, twining their fingers together.

Or he would, but something is wrong.

The bones of Missa's hand are jagged and uneven, sharp and he can feel coarse string around them.

All sleep fleeing, Philza shoots up. He does not bother faffing about with the lamp, instead grabbing a torch from beside him. Quickly it is lit and on the wall.

"Phil? What's wrong?"

Missa's head is tilted to the side in genuine confusion.

Philza looks down at their hands, still intertwined. It is worse than he had thought; two of the joints are missing entirely, while the other bones are crooked and splintered. Even the bones of Missa's palm are broken, snapped in half and seemingly hurriedly tied together. The carpals are mostly intact, at least, one with a massive crack running through it but structurally sound.

"Missa," Philza whines ever so slightly on the name. "What happened?"

"It's nothing! It's nothing!" Missa waves his free hand about. "Roier will fix it in the morning, yes? You sleep."

"You hand is broken, Missa, I'm not just leaving that," Philza runs his fingers over the breaks, assessing them. "Doesn't it hurt?"

"Feels funny, but I don't have, um, nervios. In my hand. It cannot hurt."

Philza thinks the tone is supposed to be reassuring, as is the news. It absolutely is anything but - who knows how bad the damage could possibly be, if Missa no longer had nerves to feel it?

"Sit there," Philza squeezes the hand, then Missa's shoulder. "Do you have the missing pieces? We can sort this out tonight. I'm not leaving you with a broken hand overnight."

"Are you sure it's not-? I just dropped a block, it doesn't hurt, it's okay!"

A little too tired to work out if Missa is starting to panic or not, Philza shuts him up with a forehead kiss. Seeing the blush turn his husband into a stuttering mess, he squeezes his shoulder again, "I'm not going to sleep if I know you're hurt. What do you need?"

"... Bone soup?"

Missa looks a little hopeful at the question. Philza, knowing some from Chayanne is still warm on the stove, smiles, "bone soup, bandages, tape, and you are taking a health potion after."

When Missa tries to object, Philza puts a finger on his lips and raises an eyebrow. Once he is sure the message is received he removes it, before darting off to find everything.

Nothing is difficult to find - Philza makes sure emergency supplies are always to hand - but it is still in the bunker. One of their many first aid kits is tucked under his usual chair - he grabs it, and also a roll of reinforced tape kept atop the pile of chests for when furniture inevitably breaks. Considering Missa's fingers like furniture is an awful thing, but Philza does not trust anyone in the family to ever keep still.

Quietly, making sure not to wake his children, he then slips into the kitchen. Sure enough, Missa had missed the food left out for him - Philza quickly plates it up, turns off the stove, and leaves cleaning the pans for the morning.

With a whispered "good night Chayanne, good night Tallulah", he heads back upstairs and to his shared bed. Missa is still exactly where he was left, looking only slightly nervous.

"Chayanne left it out for you."

Philza passes the soup to Missa's good hand, and puts the other supplies on the bed, before dragging himself over.

"He is a good child," Missa agrees.

Philza's smile is his agreement, though it falls into a frown as he remembers why he is awake. "You eat and explain, I'll sort this out. Do you just need them stabalised, or is there anything else I should do?"

Missa shakes his head, balancing the soup on his lap while he digs the missing bones from his pocket, "you don't need to! But, the magic will fix it in a few days."

"And with a potion?"

"It doesn't hurt?"

Philza tries not to scream at how just because there isn't pain doesn't mean this isn't serious. Like the adult he is he takes a deep breath, and nods, "I'll be gentle."

"I won't feel it if you aren't."

He will be anyway.

As Missa describes working on his theme park - the cause of the injury is simple enough, Missa having simply slipped and dropped one of the iron support beams over, landing on the hand he caught himself with - Philza gets to work. He tests the tape on his own skin - uncomfortable, but not painful either to leave there or remove - before applying it to Missa's bones.

First, he tapes over where bones are simply cracked, hopefully preventing things from getting worse. Then, he starts undoing the ties Missa had clearly made one handed, and without aligning things first.

As he cracks a piece of splintered bone back into place, Missa yelps. Philza immediately stops, checking on him.

"It's okay, it's okay," Missa waves the spoon this time. "Doesn't hurt, just the noise."

Philza doesn't quite believe him, but nods anyway, "definitely sounds worse without flesh to muffle it. Am I good to continue?"

Missa looks a little surprised to be asked, but nods. "It's good soup. I'll try be awake to thank Chayanne."

"If he manages to wake up," Philza tries to joke, but his focus on the bones is intense. A small chip is missing from one, seemingly having slipped out of the tie. It really is only a tiny chip, but he pours a little of the splash potion directly on that break before taping it up. He doesn't know if it will help, but he'd rather try than not.

Reattaching the two joints that had been entirely removed proves both easiest and hardest. He has to line everything up correctly - at one point he borrows Missa's other hand to compare - but once that is done the magic tethers them into place. The connections are still much weaker than the ones between the other bones in Missa's bands, but it is enough to hold them still and in place.

Philza tapes them both in place, just to be sure.

Then, he glances up. Missa is done with the soup and now watching him, the bowl set aside. Seeing that there is no longer a threat of burns, and finding no more injuries, Philza brings up Missa's hand, and kisses one of the breaks.

Immediately Missa pulls his hand away, eyes blinking rapidly, "Philza! What are you doing?"

"Kissing them better."

"Oh..." there's a pause before Missa offers back his hand, shyly this time. "This is so much, too much, you don't need to. This is enough."

"Do you want me to stop?" Philza asks, voice dropping quieter.

"... No."

Missa's reply is but a whisper hidden in a blush.

Carefully, Philza kisses each of the other injuries in turn, before taking the potion. He pours the rest of it over Missa's hand, catching the excess on a bandage he then wraps it with.

And then, wraps a dry bandage around, cushioning the fragile bones from any further knocks.

"There," he says. "All safe, now. I'll change the bandages in the morning and see how its doing."

Missa leans forward, resting his forehead on Philza's shoulder, "I don't deserve you."

Philza reaches up and holds him, "there's nobody I'd rather raise my children with."

Missa doesn't reply, but Philza can hear the doubt in the silence, and remembers the mutterings of 'clumsy, idiot, stupid' he sees on the translator from time to time. He holds his husband a little tighter and says, "why don't we get some sleep?"

There's a hesitation before Missa nods.

"... Do you want me to tell you a story instead?" It's half a joke, but Philza is perfectly willing. Without waiting for an answer he begins. "Back in the days of the Empire, there was a dragon who lived on the moon..."

#qsmp fanfic #qsmp missasinfonia #qsmp philza #hurt/comfort #fluff #qsmp au #part of my missa lich au but like that's not super important just that missa has skeleton hands #in this fic they are qpps #if its shipping or not I leave to your definition of words tbh #they can love each other without needing to define it #tags what are tags #missa just like oopsie broke some bones I should pop them back in in the morning #and forgets that broken bones are something people worry about #then maybe has a bit of an internal breakdown about the idea he's worth caring about

[ante--meridiem]

I kind of expect some people to get mad at me for this but I do find it deeply ironic how I've recently seen fanfic writers of all people turn into staunch supporters of intellectual property.

#I don't even just mean ai discourse stuff though god knows how many bad ip takes that has generated #Which at this point I'm annoyed by enough to unfollow over #But I've seen people say that you shouldn't use someone's idea in ways they don't like #Because that's disrespectful of their boundaries #And it's like. Ok so you think Anne Rice was totally in the right to try to come down on iwtv fic then? #You can't even big creators vs small creators your way out of this one #Because we're talking about uses that don't make anyone any money so it's not about protecting small creators' ability to make a living #It's an argument about boundaries and respect #Which... you think apply this way to you but not to Anne Rice because...? #Vagueblogging #Fanfic is literally based on 'if you put a story/idea out there it is fine and ethical to have whatever other story thoughts inspired by it #And put those out there too in turn provided you mark them as such'

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Feel like pure shit, just want a smutty multi-chapter Howard Hamlin fanfic that recounts the many secret sexual affairs that he has had with different people throughout the course of his life, most of which he sought out to recompense for the lack of intimacy in his marriage because both him and Cheryl were iron-closeted and only got married out of familial pressures (things took a turn for the worse after the fight that ended with Howard moving into the guest house). Ultimately, none of them could fulfill his wants and needs because they're all cold and distant in their own ways: there were the handsome strangers he met at some gay bar like Nacho who were emotionally unavailable and only wanted to dick and dash like they're in denial themselves; Jimmy whom he was smitten with and trusted to be able to keep a secret, but it didn't take him long to realize that Jimmy being selfish and cruel and rougher than Howard had liked and not paying any mind to Howard's own pleasure in bed was his way of getting back at him for being a jackass of a boss; Chuck whom he'd got especially close with ever since he was still studying pre-law, so close that he would make up any excuse to be alone with him and suck him off in his office from time to time to seduce his mentor because the daddy issues that had been developing throughout his father-absent youth came to fruition the moment a wiser and older man gave him a sliver of attention, Chuck allowed him to live out his fantasy but never reciprocated in that sense but they remained really good friends, hence Howard's desperation for his approval and affection and the idea of "I still have a chance" kept brewing in his mind even when he could see Rebecca out of the corner of his eye (the incident at the end of ss3 scarred him for life and talking about the intimate details of their relationship before it in therapy did not help). The latter half of 607 didn't happen because he decided that he was in fact the bigger person and the right thing to do was to drink himself into reflecting back on his life choices and wallowing in his own self-pity. Though he didn't storm Mcwexler's condo, the whole ordeal was still his Joker moment, so he put his foot down, got a divorce and resigned from his CEO position because fuck you, he deserves to do that. And maybe after a year or so, he met a certain Salamanca who got out of a certain shoot-out unscathed (haven't determined if Howard happened to stumbled into El Michoacáno or he went back to the gay bar), their chemistry was through the roof, they bonded over the loss of families/ lovers and "being a nepo baby is oh so hard", their romance blossomed because Lalo was textbook definition of charming and exactly Howard's type. One date led to another, and Howard ended up getting the best pipe he'd ever had while trying to hold back the tears stemmed from indescribable emotions. Would Howard find out who Lalo actually was? Would it matter? Would they last? Those are problems for future them.

Like literally that's all I want tbh.

#howard hamlin #He's my girl. My fucking princess. #Idc like he's still rightfully owed a soft dom who's gonna take good care of him and appreciate him #(as much as I feen for power bottom Howard) #The slutification of this middle-aged man HAS to be riddled with angst or else I'll die #1 of the worst things that could ever happen to me is getting ideas that I think are good but cannot for the life of me do anything about it #That and becoming a **** ****** but we're not trauma dumping today #Being a bilingual with an English-leaning brain is not the W that people made it out to be #Honestly Nacho came into the picture when I was deadass half unconscious. I was like 'Ariana what are you doing here???' #But it's hot. And I kinda wanted Nachoward to win a bit #I also wanted to squeeze Gus in there too but in my head it'd be an 'admirer from afar' type of deal. Like Howard would have a crush on him- #-but decided against making a move cuz he would think Gus is out of his league or sth #This is essentially a Howard x everyone who I think could be compatible with him fanfic #For clarification. Cheryl and Howard don't hate each other. if anything they're each other's emotional support system #But I feel like there's only so much pretense you can put up you know #And yes. Lalo and Nacho were in love there. #Ok I've got it all out there now. Time for me to go marinate in shame #nacho varga #jimmy mcgill #chuck mcgill #lalo salamanca #better call saul

[leafyforreal]

another fun angst potential that i don't see enough in fic is the fact that dick initially doesn't even like damian. he gives the "go ahead" to make damian robin, but it's initially alfred's idea! dick is grudgingly mentoring a kid that he doesn't even like and i need people to make more fics about this because the angst potential for both him AND damian once he realizes that he DOES care about damian (hopefully under whumpy circumstances muahaha) is literally gold. AND EVEN BETTER IF DAMIAN IS AWARE

#me staring so hard at a ten year old fictional child: what if like you were really sad and lonely and your kinda older brother hated you and #your dad was dead and your other kinda older brothers also hated you and you've been brainwashed since a child by your super fucked up #grandfather but actually you're an adorable child who loves animals and art and wants to have friends your own age but you have no idea how #to do that so you become robin because if people won't love you at least they will respect you but then you get kidnapped and tortured #fucked up all of your training and you're going to get fired or sent back to your grandfather or maybe no one is even going to show up but #then your older brother saves you and you don't understand #SCREAMS #DAMIAN WHUMP PLS!!! #damian wayne #listen i love jason & damian bc they are a criminally underused dynamic in the comics BUT #dick and damian ARE used in the comics and there's still sooo little fanfic about them #that isn't 'dick is damian's pseudo dad' which i personally don't care for #I JUST WANT FUN WHUMP WITH THEM