#three paragraph fics

[gaylactic-fire]

Word prompt: wiggle?

The rabbit squeals, legs flailing madly as the wild hero tries to keep some kind of grasp on its wiggling body. "Fuckin' help me here!" He half growls, half pleads to the other hero, who's been watching this whole ordeal with an ever increasing expression of concern.

"Link please!" The sky hero begs, his eyes wide and sad. "You're hurting it! Just let it go!" Suddenly as if on cue the bunny breaks loose of Wild's grasp, making a mad hop away from the frustrated hero. Though - much to Sky's surprise - instead of scrambling off into the maze it crashes onto his lap, quivering and burying it's face into the boy's white tunic.

"Aww, little one." Sofly hums Sky as he runs a hand through soft, pink fur. "Don't worry bun. I'm not going to let him eat you." Wild can only give a defeated huff watching the other hero cooing and cuddling. His love of animals was definitely going to make them starve...

#askbox #three paragraph fics #I promised I'd do a LM one so!!! #Linked Maze #my writing

[tadfools]

You guys are commenting on the fics you read right? You’re at least leaving kudos on the Astarion smut and the pairs that have less than 20 fics for them too? You’re bookmarking stories you really like that are still being updated and ones that haven’t been touched in over a year right?

You know that even the smallest interactions are like cocaine to fic writers right? You understand how important a string of emoji hearts left behind on chapter at three am is right?? Right????

You’re treating AO3 like a community and not a content factory….right?

#this isnt bg3 specific btw im seeing a lot of fandoms rotting cause of this #ao3 #archive of our own #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 #PLEASE YOU GUYS INTERACT WITH THE THINGS YOU READ #you’re not being weird or annoying!!! it doesn’t matter how old the fic is!!! #you can just say ‘I love this’ or ‘it’s three am and I haven’t slept yet cause I was reading this’ #you can copy and paste a paragraph you like and add ‘!!!!!!’ after it #theories in the comments! mention when you think you’ve found foreshadowing!!! #if there’s a part where you have to physically put your phone down and smile off into the distantce? TELL THE AUTHOR #you can leave comments every chapter too!!! ITS NOT ANNOYING

[nocasdatsgay]

Fanfic: Frenzy

Pairing: Eris/Reader

Rating: E🌶️

Word count: 3521

Summary: You bake and Eris accepts the bond.

Warnings: NSFW, minute mentions of pretend exhibitionism and light praise/degradation, no y/n use

Read it here on ao3

Excerpt:

Since he seemed determined, you made yourself useful while he ate. You put the rest of the bread in a container and washed the plate, knife, and fork. You felt his eyes on you while you dried and put them away. Tasks completed, you turned to him. He took the last bite, watching you intensely as he chewed it. You weren’t certain what to expect next when he lowered the fork on the plate, but it didn’t take long.  

You felt it the second the bond was accepted. 

#when i tell you this is shameless sm/ut #like the first three paragraphs were cause i felt i needed to give a back story #Autumn boys need a week for the bond #eris might need longer but that’s neither here nor there #eris x reader #eris acotar #eris vanserra #acotar #eris vanserra fic #high lord eris #eris vanserra x you #eris vanserra x reader #Mating bond #mating bond acceptance

[theothermaidoftarth]

World on Fire

Chapter 1 (of 3)

M/16+ | Nettles x Cregan Stark

Full list of cw on ao3

Excerpt:

One of the Northmen closest to her breaks her concentration, hefting a broad two-headed axe with ease in his large hand. “What was that!”

She leaves the cocoon of the roots to stand before the man, her back to where Sheepstealer shall appear. “I wouldn’t if I were you.” He’d take it as a threat to her, since she can’t turn him away.

The grizzled old lord scowls at Nettles speaking to him as if he were a boy reaching out to touch a hot pot. “And who are you?”

She circles closer slowly, near enough so his horse sidles away from her, away from the smell of dragon. For every step forward she takes, the horse trots back. A wicked amusement tickles her at the flash of unease upon the rider’s craggly face. Such a rush this power is, potent as mead on an empty stomach. And her stomach has been empty more oft than not. “You ain’t heard o’ me?” She locks eyes with the quiet lord she can now see wears a pale cloak trimmed with grey. Ah, of course. He is still; watchful… Almost as if — “He knows who I am.” She tips her head to him in ironic imitation of a bow. “Lord Stark.” This had not been how Nettles planned on making the Lord of Winterfell’s acquaintance but the gods did so laugh at the plans of mortals. She might as well laugh with them.

Read on ao3

@richardsthirdnipple, @witheredoffherwitch, @snowprincesa1, @arcielee, @emilykaldwen, @hieronymph, @zae5 @tremendouswolfsaladranch, @lawolfe, @gwenllian-in-the-abbey, @aifsaath @pebblume @strangedragonqueen, @acrossthesestars

#f&b fic #nettles #nettles asoiaf #nettles f&b #cregan stark #nettles x cregan #nettles x cregan stark #world on fire #OtherTarthianMaidWrites #Rarepair #rare pair #oneshot which has been split into three #It got so long! #Mostly written #I’ve only got a few paragraphs left #Part 2 is complete and will be up Saturday

[ghosttotheparty]

strings attached

(this was supposed to be like a blurb but my brain doesn't like to cooperate with me; it also was not meant to be this tender and soft but i am a Hopelss Romantic so ta da) !!nsfw minors go away!!

also on ao3

steve and eddie hook up twice during steve’s senior year. the first time it’s in the locker room after gym class. they’re alone, and steve sees the way eddie’s eyes linger on his arms as he changes, but when eddie hurriedly apologizes, face flushed, turning away, steve just says it’s cool. i’m not entirely a ladies’ man, you know.

so they end up pressed together, still sweating from gym, jerking each other off as steve slides his hands over the spider on eddie’s chest.

you into tats, harrington?

yeah. they’re cool.

they laugh when they finish, leaning against each other, breathless, giggling deliriously.

the next time it happens, it’s at a party. some random person’s house, unfamiliar to eddie, but he’s made several sales already, so he doesn’t really care that he doesn’t know where anything is. steve catches his eye across the kitchen as eddie is looking for a drink, and eddie promptly forgets that he wants one at all, because steve tilts his head, gesturing somewhere. so he follows steve upstairs from a respectable, unsuspecting distance until steve heads into a spare bedroom.

eddie can’t help but bite at steve’s neck as he grinds against him, sitting on his lap, and he giggles when steve says fuck, take your shirt off.

you really like the tattoos, don’t you?

yes, they’re so— they’re so fucking hot.

he licks the spider. eddie didn’t know he was into that.

they laugh again when they finish.

this was a terrible idea, it’s already getting cold.

personally i think it’s worth it. you can think of me all night.

fuck you, munson.

eddie just laughs again.

they don’t see each other for a while. it’s not a problem. there weren’t any strings attached. it was just fun.

it’s only slightly awkward when dustin, lucas, and mike start to talk about steve at school. obviously eddie doesn’t say anything, but it felt surreal to listen to them gush about how cool and badass steve is, all while his main memories of him include his dick in eddie’s hand and his tongue on eddie’s chest.

they save the world. everyone is okay. at the hospital, steve stays near eddie as he’s getting bandaged. eddie can tell that he’s still hopped up with adrenaline, jumpy and shaking, and eddie is too, and they don’t need to be anymore. everything is fine.

so eddie pulls at his hand when they’re done, giving robin a be right back look as he drags steve out of the room and down the hall until they reach a secluded, empty bathroom.

‘what’s going on?’

eddie pushes him into a stall and locks it, holding steve against the wall.

‘i can tell you’re still freaking out and i need you to not’ he says in a low voice. ‘so i wanna blow you. if that’s okay.’

‘shit. yeah. okay.’ he pauses. ‘if i can do you after.’

eddie kneels with a grin, ignoring the dull ache in his sides. (he thanks god for painkillers.)

‘you got all that adrenaline in your veins, stevie,’ he says, unbuckling steve’s belt. ‘use it. take it out on me.’

‘shit, eddie.’

‘pull my hair,’ eddie says, licking his lips as he tugs steve’s pants down. ‘fuck my face.’

steve groans, reaching down and twisting his fingers into eddie’s hair, catching snags and tangles and tugging. eddie likes the way steve sounds when he takes him into his mouth. his moans echo around room, bouncing off the tile, vibrating through eddie’s fucking bones. he tastes so good, even though they’re both sweaty and gross. eddie doesn’t care.

‘fuck, eddie, baby—’

eddie’s face flushes with heat. steve’s never called him that before. he likes it. he pulls off with a gasp, his chin wet with spit.

‘fuck me, stevie, please.’

‘okay,’ steve says breathlessly, reaching down and holding a hand out. eddie slides his into it, and steve pulls it to his hip firmly. ‘tap if you need me to stop. okay?’

‘yes.’

he grips steve’s hips, but has to let go with one hand to squeeze his own dick so he doesn’t come as steve grips his hair and holds his head in place. eddie’s eyes close as wet, filthy sounds fill the air and he holds his breath, suppressing gags. he’s groaning softly, focusing on the ache of his scalp as steve’s fingers twist and squeeze in his hair. the pain is stronger, better, than the pain of his sides and limbs that are bandaged.

‘fuck, eddie, your fucking mouth, so fucking— so fucking good, love it so much—’

eddie might be ascending. maybe the bats actually killed him and he’s in heaven. (he never thought god would let him in. but crazier things have happened, he guesses, like this: steve harrington fucking his face in the bathroom of a hospital.)

he wishes he could record steve’s loud groans in a loop. maybe use them in a song. (no one would know it’s king steve’s voice, weak and vulnerable and sounding close to tears as he uses eddie’s mouth. no one except eddie.)

‘shit— shit, shit, eddie. eddie, i’m gonna come, fuck— fuck, where do you want it?’

eddie pulls back, gasping for breath, and he holds his mouth open, sticking his tongue out.

steve’s eyes are dark as he comes, groaning, and his fingers thread through eddie’s hair gently, soothing his scalp.

‘so fucking good, shit.’

eddie gives him one last suck before he grins up at him, squeezing his hip. steve is panting, grinning back at him, almost deliriously.

‘stand up,’ he says as he tucks himself back in his pants. ‘get your dick out.”

eddie laughs, pushing himself to stand, pressing a hand to the stall door to steady himself as his vision goes a little dark for a second.

‘take a guy to dinner first, harrington.’

‘later,’ steve mumbles, kneeling. he watches eddie unbuckle his belt almost impatiently, reaching to grip eddie’s thighs until it’s done, and then he take over, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.

‘god, it’s like you’re desperate for it,’ eddie says, awestruck, pulling the hem of his shirt up out of the way.

‘i am,’ steve says adamantly. ‘’m so desperate for it, eddie, give it to me please—’

eddie leans back against the wall to keep his knees from buckling as he reaches into his pants to pull his dick out.

‘here, baby, you can have it.’

steve whimpers as he swallows him down, his hands tightening on eddie’s legs, his eyes fluttering, shining.

‘jesus. anyone ever tell you how pretty your eyes are, stevie?’

‘mm-mm.’

‘no?’

steve shakes his head minutely, his lashes fluttering as he does something with his tongue that has eddie weak.

‘’s a fucking tragedy,’ he says breathlessly. ‘you got the prettiest fuckin’ eyes, fucking princess eyes, oh god, steve—’

steve hums, reaching a hand back to squeeze eddie’s ass, his cheeks hallowing as he sucks harder. eddie might be dying. (amazing that this is what takes him out. not demonic bats ravaging his body or an alternate dimension and evil villain, but steve harrington’s mouth.)

‘jesus, who gave you the right?’

steve makes a little questioning noise, raising an eyebrow at him, and eddie scoffs.

‘good with your hands, good with your hips, good with your fuckin’ mouth. frankly it’s unfair.’

steve pulls back, working eddie with a hand. his chin is glistening with fallen spit.

‘you’re funny,’ he says lightly. ‘and also you too.’

‘me too?’

‘good with everything.’ steve kisses eddie’s dick. eddie is breathing hard, weak. ‘you remember at that party? when you sat on my lap?’

‘fuck, yeah.’

steve pauses to slide his tongue across eddie, eyes closed blissfully like he’s enjoying it as much as eddie is.

‘couldn’t stop thinking about… how hot you’d look riding me.’

‘oh, shit.’

steve takes him back into his mouth, humming and squeezing eddie’s ass again.

‘fuck, i want that,’ eddie babbles, holding steve’s head, his fingers in his hair. ‘want that so bad, baby, i want you inside me, want you fuck me. oh, fuck— fuck, i know you’ll be so good to me, stevie, you’ll treat me fucking right, i just— just know it, shit—’

his hands tighten in steve’s hair as he gets closer, and steve closes his eyes, head bobbing, mouth wet, and eddie knows he must be fucking loud, especially in the echoey room, but he can’t hear shit right now. his head is filled with static. beautiful, blissful static.

‘fuck, i’m com— i’m coming. steve. steve. steve.’

steve smiles at him. and swallows.

eddie falls lax against the wall with an exhale, breathing hard, lightheaded. steve tucks him away in his pants and carefully zips, buttons, buckles. eddie wants to cry.

‘holy shit,’ he murmurs. steve falls against him, his forehead pressing into eddie’s neck. eddie hugs him. ‘better?’

‘mhmm. we gotta go back out though.’

‘fuck. i know.’

they don’t move. until eddie feels solid on his feet and he opens his eyes, tugging steve’s hair to make him pull away. his eyes are half-mast, his cheeks and lips red, his hair is… a mess. eddie laughs softly, closing his eyes and turning his face away when steve raises an eyebrow.

‘what’s funny?’

‘…i know we swallowed the evidence, but—’

‘gross.’

‘you did it too. you liked it.’

‘…mm.’

‘but you look like you just got fucked.’

‘yeah?’ he seems too happy about it.

‘you’ve got bad sex hair, man.’

‘you are not allowed to call me man after we fuck, eddie.’

eddie grins, amused, running a hand through steve’s hair.

‘sorry, sweetheart.’

steve stares, his (princess) eyes flickering over eddie’s face, glancing at his lips.

‘’s better.’

eddie wants to kiss him. but he doesn’t. not now.

steve goes to the sink to check himself in the mirror, and eddie follows after him, like it hurts to be away from him, like they’re attached by a string.

they both do their best to run their hair under the sinks, using paper towels to dry the ends so they’re not dripping. steve washes his face in the sink, and eddie watches as he dries his face and hands.

‘you’re so pretty.’

steve meets his eyes in the mirror. he smiles.

no one notices them come back into the waiting room, except nancy. she meets eddie’s eyes and presses her lips together, looking him up and down and glancing at steve (who doesn’t notice, sitting heavily in a chair and sighing softly) with a raised eyebrow. eddie shrugs (what?) but she just tilts her head, narrowing her eyes (don’t bother lying.) he sticks his tongue out at her. and sits next to steve. their feet touch. neither of them move.

everyone goes home. dustins mom picks him up from the hospital but he goes home with the sinclairs. max goes with them too. robin goes with nancy. eddie watches as steve says goodbye to them all.

eddie goes with steve. for now, it’s the safest place he can go. his dropped charges are being sorted out, but it isn’t safe for him to go to wayne’s new place. (it isn’t safe for wayne to know where he is at all yet. yet.)

steve microwaves some tv dinners for eddie and himself. they eat sitting on the dining table in steve’s mansion, talking and laughing and making fun of each other before steve takes him upstairs to the guest room. there’s a bathroom in it. steve has to show him how to turn on the shower and change the temperature, and then he kneels on the floor again, carefully removing eddie's bandages, telling him there's a first aid kit downstairs. i'll fix you up after your shower.

the shower is nice. really fucking nice. the water hits his back in a hard, steady stream, and the steam smells the expensive soap that's sitting on a little shelf in the wall. eddie probably uses too much of it. oh well.

steve's hair is wet when eddie goes to meet him downstairs. only one of his wounds is bleeding, a little bit, and eddie's hand is cupped under it so he doesn't stain the carpet. steve tells him it doesn't really matter. it's fine for eddie to leave his mark in the harrington house.

he gets him a spare toothbrush and toothpaste. eddie goes to bed in the spare bedroom after they say goodnight. that they'll see everyone tomorrow.

it's too quiet.

eddie thought the trailer park was quiet, but he'd just gotten used to the sounds of doors squeaking open and shut, of his neighbors taking their trash out at night, of music bleeding through doors and across the street. steve's house is in the woods, away from everything. eddie can hear his own heartbeat in his ears. he can hear the house settling, random, quiet creeks making his bones ache with some kind of terrified anticipation.

he sits up after a while, wincing. his room is too dark to see anything, so he stares into the darkness, bringing the end of his comforter up to his face and inhaling. it smells vaguely like steve. like the whole house smells. he can't quite tell what it's missing. maybe steve uses some kind of cologne that wouldn't linger around the house.

the comforter doesn't help much. he's almost shaking, listening to his own breaths, and he feels like he might panic. so he gets up, flicking on the lamp and quietly creeping down the hall until he reaches steve's room. he knocks as softly as he can, already feeling guilty for waking him up, but when steve says eddies name, he sounds awake.

'hi. sorry.'

'are you okay?'

'yeah, no, i just... i just kind of, uhm. i don't know.'

'...come here.'

eddie closes the door behind himself. steves room is on the other side of the house than the guest room, and the moonlight can peer through his window, shining streaks of silver across the hideous wallpaper.

steve holds his blanket up for him, and eddie, his cheeks warm, climbs in next to him.

'nightmare?' steve asks quietly. theyre not touching, just laying side by side under the blankets, looking up at the ceiling.

'no,' eddie breathes. 'couldn't fall asleep. 's too quiet here.'

'yeah,' steve says like he knows. 'fucks with my head sometimes.'

eddie sighs. steve sighs. neither of them falls asleep.

eddie moves closer.

'can i tell you something?' he whispers. he doesn't know why he's talking, why he's telling steve this when no one is supposed to know this. not even steve.

'yeah. 'course.'

theyre whispering even though there's no one around, even though they're in the middle of the woods, even though they could be screaming no one would know. steve's voice is so soft eddie can almost feel it, warm on his skin like sunlight.

'...i think i'm falling for you.'

steve is quiet. for a long stretch of time. until—

'that's cool.'

'steve.'

'it's cool, eddie. it's...' he's quiet for another moment. 'it's really cool.'

eddie debates what to say, his eyes burning, but then steve's hand brushes his under the blanket.

'it's cool,' steve repeats, whispering.

'oh,' eddie breathes.

their fingers lace slowly, and then steve is doing this thing, brushing his thumb back and forth over eddie's skin, and eddie wants to fucking sob, because he didn't know he wanted this so fucking badly. but he doesn't know what he'd do if he didn't have steve's hand in his.

after a few minutes, steve pulls his hand away and eddie wants to cry again, but steve just moves closer, lifting his arm to wrap around eddie, murmuring for him to come closer, and then eddie is laying on his chest, steve's arms strong around him.

'i never thanked you,' eddie says softly, rubbing his cheek against steve's chest.

'for what?'

'coming back for dustin and me. even though that wasn't in the plan.'

'i had a bad feeling.'

'thank you.'

steve takes a slow breath. eddie feels his chest rise and fall, and he closes his eyes.

'im so glad you're okay.'

eddie hums, sighing.

'me too.'

steves arms tighten around him, one hand sliding up into eddie's now dry and frizzy curls, his fingers twisting in them and tugging lightly in a way that makes eddie melt against him even more.

'stevie,' he says, almost whimpering.

'mhmm.'

'can i...' he cuts off, taking a breath, hesitating.

'can you...' steve prompts gently.

'fuck. can i kiss you? please? i...'

steve pulls at his hair, exhaling sharply.

'yes. yes, come here, eddie, please, i need it.'

eddie scrambles to sit up, kneeling next to steve and leaning over him. his hair falls around their faces like a curtain, and steve reaches up to push it back, holding eddie's head in his head as he struggles to sit up to meet him. eddie puts his hands on steve's chest.

he leans down, brushing their lips together, inhaling as steve exhales, like he's stealing his very breath.

he squeezes his eyes shut when they finally kiss. steve is so gentle. so careful. like the bats got to eddie's lips too.

steve tastes like mint toothpaste. his fingertips are light on eddie's skin, brushing over his cheeks, behind his ears, over the sides of his neck, and eddie wishes they'd done this that first day, in the locker room, because this might have been what he's been missing this whole time. it's so good.

'jesus, stevie.'

steve pulls him back down, kissing him desperately, sucking on his lip, and eddie's never been kissed like this before. so carefully, so tenderly. eddie moves to lay down again, his head resting on steve's shoulder, but steve doesn't pull away. his arm wraps around eddie's neck, his fingers playing with the ends of his hair, and eddie wraps an arm around his waist, humming breathily as steve's teeth tease his lip.

they kiss until eddie's lips are sore. until his lips are slick with spit and he's breathless,

when they finally part, eddie exhales, smiling.

'woah.'

steve laughs softly, pulling eddie closer until eddie's face presses to his chest.

''s nice,' steve murmurs. he kisses the top of eddie's head.

'youre nice.'

'go to sleep, baby.'

'okay.'

he closes his eyes and slips a hand under the hem of steve's t-shirt to press to his warm skin. he sighs, pressing closer, still smiling absently, because he just kissed steve harrington (for a while), and the world is saved, and all his friends are okay, and his charges are going to get dropped, and then he's going to be able to see wayne and his friends from school, and everything is okay.

it's still almost silent when he starts to drift off, but he can feel every breath that steve takes, every rise and fall of his chest, and he can hear steve's heartbeat, can feel it right against his cheek. he falls asleep.

#this was supposed to be like three paragraphs at most #why do i keep doing this to myself #steddie #steddie smut #steddie one shot #steddie fic #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fic

[sighonaraa]

🌹 🌹 🌹 for whatever you want to share whenever you want to share!

currently making surprisingly fast progress on the next chapter of the ending where you finally find your way home!!

“It’s not good for a person with a concussion to be asleep,” said Colin. “He ain’t got a concussion, bruv,” said Isaac, long-sufferingly. “Oh, right,” said Colin. “I think I’m going into shock.” Richard, who had thus far been uncharacteristically silent, gave Colin’s bicep a comforting squeeze. “We should bring him home,” Dani said abruptly, firmer than Sam had heard him be in a long time. His mouth was a taut line, carved into the shape of a frown, so unfamiliar on his perpetually-smiling face. Sam wished he could wipe it away, wished he could turn back the last hour until none of this had happened. Wished he could return to this morning when he and Jamie and Dani had been sitting at the kitchen table with homemade waffles and sticky syrup turning the sunrise amber, all of them laughing and none of them thinking about the past because the future was far kinder, and far closer. “Yes? He needs to be home.”

#ask #jamietarttsnorthernattitude #thank youuu for the ask MWAH <3 #i think this fic is returning me to my roots: himbo behavior and emotional gut punches within the same three paragraphs #fic: the ending where you finally find your way home #aka the jamie-is-suddenly-23-again fic! #sid speaks

[cherryblossomshadow]

This summary is factually incorrect, but I saw this post and I just wanted to make a silly, low-effort meme about one of my favorite witcher fic universes. And now I'm off to go reread my favorite installments

The OG: With a Conquering Air by inexplicifics (@inexplicifics)

And an incredible Geralt POV remix: For the Asking by gremble (@abeautifulblog)

#i post #i rec fics #this fic has the longest list of 'works inspired by' that ive ever seen #i think it was like three page lengths long on my phone #with a conquering air #inexplicifics #accidental warlord au #the accidental warlord and his pack #this fic wrung so much emotion out of me within just the first few paragraphs #that jaskier angst 👌 #for the asking #gremble #abeautifulblog #SUCH great worldbuilding and politics #and the directors commentary was incredible #i never learned so much about the beta process #or about #poetry #and school tried so hard to get me to care about poetry but i just Do Not with poetry #i loved the way jaskiers song cycle was described tho #even tho i Do Not with poetry #through this fic i got a glimpse of what the fuss is about

[moregraceful]

i made what was a huge medical decision today that has been received very badly by my family and i feel absolutely nothing but pure freedom and joy about it. the thing i'm really fixated on rn is when should i post this fic i just finished

#i think october 1. for halloween #it was for skelly season but it took such a weird turn in the end that i feel weird about gifting it to someone lol #very short list of people i would subject this particular rarepair agenda to on purpose. maybe just beryl #the medical decision is legitimately life-altering and i should be stressed but i'm just like it's my body. my body horror. and i'm free :) #i'm stressin way more about the fic bro #and like if i don't gift the fic do i then go back and commit to making it even weirder and rarepaired.... #stars future leadership polycule (two guys who are dating and their captain who holds their hand in high stress situations) #what am i even talking about..................... #today my boss was like thank you for your (insane 11 paragraph long) email! i used it as a meeting agenda with my boss :) #i was like oh no now my grandboss knows i use my boss's inbox as my work livejournal #i got to remake my schedule tho now that i'm almost done with my training!! i gave myself a three day weekend... #...so i can go to the therapy i need to deal with this job. was anyone gonna tell me abt secondary trauma or was i #just supposed to find that out on my literal first day of work lol #my therapist was THRILLED she was like oh i have SO many books to recommend we're gonna have SO much fun!! i was like oh no #fridays off and life is good tbh!! except for the fic. i don't know what to do abt the fic #fresno oilers.txt

[ragnarokhound]

Happy Halloween! Trick or treat?

Hee hoo thanks for the ask, anon! Happy Halloween :3 A silly supernatural jaytim 3 sentence paragraph (lol) fic for you:

"For the last time, I am not getting in the damn coffin with you," Jason huffs.

Tim leans out over the polished wood and satin lining, his fangs flashing as he pouts, winding his arms lazily around Jason's neck and burying his fingertips in Jason's hair-- because he's a dirty cheater and he knows that Jason's willpower is brittle as old bone this close to the full moon. He resolves to stay strong, because if you give Tim an inch then he'll take the whole damn continent.

"You don't have to, I suppose," Tim sighs, red eyes flashing from under his eyelashes. "I'll just be here...cold. Lonely. Wanting." He breathes the words against Jason's lips, and Jason whines. Christ. The things he does for this bloodsucker.

#hehehe #even if i don't get werewolf fic finished in time for halloween #i can content myself with posting SOME kind of spooky season content for them this october lol #tim is a vampire and jason is a werewolf and they are in love #they have 'its rotten work. especially to me and especially if it's you. i'll fucking do it but christ alive' vibes in this verse lmao #big 'i deserve an award for putting up with you' energy hiding ride or die insane chasm of deep and abiding devotion #it's the vicious dog and the question of who holds the leash #and the answer to the question is 'yes' #jaytim #my writing #asked and answered #this was GOING to be three sentences but hoo boy. only 3 sentences is so hard?? OTL so i adapted it to three paragraphs #and technically I'd want to make it four for pretty formatting purposes fdjslafjs #ask game #fanfic trick or treat #🐺🦇

[peaches2217]

Okay, who kickstarted the return of the Mareach baby fever? Because I logically shouldn’t post even more Expectant/Parent Mareach when I literally just posted one such fic two days ago but DAMMIT NOW I’M IN A MOOD.

…in my defense, for all the crap I’ve posted, I still haven’t given my fankid a name. 😅

#I mean. she HAS a name! but it sucks and it’s corny as hell and everyone else’s fit a lot better #have y’all seen some of my fic titles? titles and names are NOT my strong suit #when I was 12 I made a fankid for tobe and jing-jing from pucca and I fucking named her DEBORAH #(all my love to the deborahs out there! it’s just… not a good name for the fankid of two korean-chinese characters. y’know) #I have only marginally improved in the fifteen years since then #also! remember that wip I posted last week that repeats the word ‘door’ like twenty-seven times in three paragraphs? #you guessed it! also an expectant mareach piece #then one about mario just tiredly babbling to his little girl to keep himself awake and peach eavesdropping because it’s the cutest thing #and then one where they debate whether firebrand will be passed onto their kids since it was a power gifted explicitly to mario #rather than innate magic passed through generations by birth like peach’s powers #and these are just the ones that I’ve got at least partially written. there’s so many more I keep coming up with and they all SUCK #heeeeeellllllppppp #peaches screams into the void

[gaylactic-fire]

Yams! For the fic thing :]

Red is an... interesting person when he's sick. Unfortunately it just so happens when the hero comes home with a rattling cough and burning forehead, that Shadow Link is the only one around to deal with him... And Shadow Link is not exactly versed in hylian illnesses.

"Uh, can I get you something to eat?" Yeah. That sounds like the right thing to ask.

Shadow's already done what he believes was the correct protocol in this instance: ushering his red counterpart to bed and forcing water down his throat. He's sure that's what the others did to Vio last winter when he fell ill. Now it's only a case of getting Red food and-

"Yams."

Shadow blinks once, then a second time.

"Yams?" He echoes. "Like, just yams?"

"Yea." Red croaks. "Ther' sweet... I'like yams..."

Yams. Ok sure. Yams. Shadow nods slowly, backing out of the room. Incredibly, it seems like hylians appear to lose brain function while they are sick. He'll have to ask Vio about this later...

#askbox #three paragraph fics #took some liberties with this one for dialogue lol #anyway guess who's sick for the 3rd or 4th time this year! whoop! #I'm such a sucker for loopy sick characters #four swords #my writing #edit I just realised it is in fact January

[tinknevertalks]

Well, that was unsurprising.

#19 edits has posted a fic #i had to back button after three sentences #just how they constructed sentences hurt my head #i know i'm not great at writing (and still sometimes wanna spell it grammer not grammar) but still #maybe its a ymmv type dealie #pretty sure most people would be ok with it. i'm just a petty snob #(yup. i'm not a nice person after 2am. sorry about that?) #its me hi im the problem its me #petty post is petty #went back before posting this thinking maybe i'm being too harsh. nope #the paragraph of exposition made me pinch the bridge of my nose before back buttoning again #think that's one to avoid #(which is a shame because the idea of the apocalypse sounds good if a bit hackneyed - very aschen) #(they do mention a few inspirations so... *shrug*) #am i being harsh? i actually don't know 😬 #i'm going to bed

[semperintrepida]

A chapter in which catastrophe strikes the orphan camp on Mykonos.

~~~

Autumn on Mykonos. Warm days, heavy-scented with figs and apples. Chill nights, clear and sparkling. The olive harvest has the farmhands working from dawn to dusk, and the fine weather allows the construction work around the estate to keep up a fast pace. In the mornings, I conduct household business: reviewing carpentry and masonry plans for the day; listening to Sostratos, Melitta, and Echekleia make their reports; and signing off on purchases that pour drachmae into purses around Mykonos.

Drachmae buys furnishings for the household, clothing for the staff, and wine for the pantry. Drachmae brings a priestess of Artemis to the villa to bless its new altar, and pays for scrolls I've commissioned from scribes across Hellas. Travelogues written by Herodotos and the histories of Thukidides, treatises on geometry and medicine—even the complete works of Sophokles. My library is beginning to bloom.

Every afternoon, I walk the hillsides above the villa to get to know my lands: its plants and trees, its predators and prey. Over there, the scarred, low-hanging branches of a pine are fringed with shreds of velvet scraped from the antlers of bucks. Dry leaves and acorn caps litter the ground under the oaks, the deer and boars having eaten their fill of mast, while squirrels, mice, and jays pick through the underbrush looking for leftovers. They're preparing for winter, and my house must do the same.

I enjoy these walks—the solitude gives me a chance to think—but on occasion, I'm joined by a ghost who moves as silently as an assassin while wearing the armor of a misthios. Sometimes, I find myself talking to her as if she's real.

#this fic is back on a regular sunday posting schedule! #i'm as shocked as you are #in my 1st draft this chapter was three paragraphs of exposition #so what you're reading here is almost entirely new prose #i didn't like the imbalance of “telling” in exposition #vs “showing” the events directly #so i fixed it #my fic: the breaking #deimos!kassandra

[theboost]

Going through old fanfic I’ve written that i will never finish and laughing my ass off I really am the funniest person alive

#I truly have the range re fandom #I have jurassic park. mission impossible. Star Trek. Star Wars. psycho but only the sequels #uhh. James Bond. Hercules. xmen. comics in general really. and I will not finish any of it #here’s a fun ask game. send me a fandom and and I will respond with a snippet of work that will never be released and maybe a summary #ooh and mash #like three paragraphs for the movie showdown in little tokyo??? #SLIDERS??? #evil dead time loop fic… #farscape as well and meta analysis on robocop 2 #I have to have cobra kai/karate kid stuff somewhere as well

[absentcaryatid]

heyo cuz, i was wondering about how to properly tag queer platonic relationships (qpr) on AO3

would you use "character & character" to emphasize the platonic nature?

or "character/character", especially if the qpr features more intimate moments that normally wouldn't fall under the platonic &-relationship tag?

Rowan! I'm delighted if something new is in the works!

I was stuck on the same thing publishing my QPR Jongho chapters and ended up going with both a friendship "&" tag and also using the one with a slash between the characters.

In the absence of something like "Jongho QPR Reader" as a specifically invented QPR tag style, it seems like everybody does it differently based on how their characters' relationship feels to them. It is frustrating because, as you know, the whole point of a queerplatonic relationship is that it does not look like a rigidly friendly or romantic relationship people are more familiar with. I do lean toward giving that "/" if there is any somewhat romantic or sexual elements.

"Queerplatonic relationship" thrown into the description and tagged in the other tags area should allow people to skip your story if it turns out not to be what they are looking for after seeing either the slash, ampersand, or both listings. Whatever the new fic you are writing, I hope people do give it a try even if it is not something they would typically read. I love your work and the thoughtfulness given to writing many different kind of relationships and hope many people find their way to your enjoyable stories too!

#ao3 #fic culture #queerplatonic relationship #ask #edited to correct an & to a / at the end of paragraph three

[sorrygotthesesacks]

Response to fic request (Malleus, Idia)

For @moody-b1tch, the only person who responded to my "give me two characters and I'll write a few lines of dialogue" invitation.

Which is probably a good thing, because this is ... I don't even know what this is.

Characters: Malleus, Idia, with extra bonus prompt: water

Which is included...metaphorically, I guess.

As usual, this kinda got away from me. Don't think it's good enough to post on AO3 - it's hardly good enough to post here on Tumblr - but it's 1221 words and I do love when the word count is a fun number like that.

Also: TIL that Tumblr has a limit of 30 tags per post. How did I learn this? No reason in particular.

Also also: It used to be 1221 words and then I panicked and rewrote some of it.

“Sometimes it’s better to forget. Pretend it never happened.”

“Is that how you truly feel, Shroud?”

“Gah! You look like you’re ready to incinerate me! Not that I think you’re gonna go all OP again. … Uh, you’re not, right?”

“It would be foolish to repeat such folly. Surely you, of all people, can agree.”

“Of course I agree! I’m just like. Not used to this heart-to-heart protag chat. I’m not some shounen manga hero with an 'I'm-all-fired-up!' speech, and even if I was, it’d be pretty cringe coming from me. Your guards are good at that sorta thing. Especially the big guy. He seriously likes to talk! Or Silver. He’s got that intense princely vibe.”

“Silver and Sebek have had much to say, but it is your thoughts that I am most interested in hearing.”

“Because I’m one of the SSR level problem children? You could talk to anyone else about this! Leona, he was big mad. Your guards were there; they can vouch. Or Riddle! That hothead was the first. He probably has some S tier thoughts on his experience.”

“SSR…? Shroud, I am interested in your thoughts. You hold the power to enter the underworld. To speak with those who have crossed to the other side.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! I can open the gate, but that was a one-time thing, going down there. You saw how that turned out.”

“I did not. I was at Night Raven College, if you recall.”

“Of course you were here. After you went all berserker mode, I don’t think Charon would’ve been enough to get you to the Island of Woe.”

“You could have simply invited me.”

“Invite the great and powerful Malleus to play a sim game? Are you for real?”

“I am quite real.”

“That’s not - yeah, okay. Anyway, it’s more like a curse, the gate opening thing, and not Pumpkin Knight level cool.”

“Is it not? Shoenheit, Rosehearts, and Kingscholar all mentioned that the closer one travels to Tartarus, the colder it gets.”

“I meant it wasn’t exactly fire. Not like … dragon fire, fire. I mean, it’s not…”

“Shroud. I am merely teasing. Is that not what friends do? Lilia and the Child of Man assure me that it is.”

“Friends?”

“We have spent time together. We have shared experiences. Are you telling me that is not common with friends?”

“You sound like Ortho.”

“Your sibling is wise indeed. I understand that it was he who prevented you from using your River Lethe. Come now, Shroud, surely you can agree that at least some of those memories were to be cherished.”

(Eep! Is he serious? Even if I had an IRL trap card to flip this, could I even use one against someone as OP as him?)

“Shroud, are you unwell?”

“I’m f-fine! HP is at max. Wait, what are you doing?”

“Calling Lilia so that he may assist me in translating.”

(Gah, is he really using a synchro summon?) “You don’t need to do that!”

“It appears I cannot. My phone screen is blank. Lilia will be rather cross.”

“Your phone’s broken?”

“It happens frequently. Lilia has told me many times to be careful. My lightning has broken several phones just this semester alone.”

“I, uh, can fix it.”

“You would do that?”

“Hee hee. It just needs to withstand high electrical input. EZ PZ.”

“Lemon squeezy.”

(Did he seriously just say ‘lemon squeezy?’)

“Shroud?”

“EEP! I mean, I was just surprised to hear you say that.”

“Is that not how it goes?”

“No! You got it right! It’s just weird hearing it from the Malleus Draconia.”

“Why is that?”

“It just is! Let me see your phone. I mean, if you trust me with it.”

“Here. You cannot possibly damage it more than I have.”

“How old is this phone? I haven’t seen one of these since pre-5G.”

“Can you repair it?”

“Of course I can fix it, but it needs a serious upgrade.”

“What would you like in exchange?”

“Huh? You don’t have to give me anything!”

“Of course. Because we we are friends.”

“No, we're not!"

“Is there something about myself that causes you hesitation?”

“It’s not that. It’s not you, it’s me.”

“I, too, would like everyone to forget what happened. What I did. The lengths to which I went in order to selfishly hold on to something - to someone - who is dear to me.”

“Where is all this heart-to-heart coming from?”

“If we are to be friends, we should be honest with one another. I have learned that by watching Lilia with Diamond and Al-Asim, and by listening to Silver and Sebek. It is not an easy thing, but I must start somewhere.”

“Why are you starting with me?”

“Because we have a shared experience. This ‘SRR problem child’ status.”

“SSR.”

“I beg your pardon?”

“Ah, the uh, it’s SSR, not SRR. It stands for Super Super Rare.”

“That makes what we share uncommon.”

“Yeah, you, me, and five other people. Uh, here’s your phone.”

“You are done with it already?”

“I couldn’t upgrade it more with what I have here, but the screen is fixed, and it has lightning fast internet speed. No pun intended!”

“You do get so easily flustered around me. You are an interesting man, Shroud. Oh, I see Lilia has been trying to reach me. We must do this again.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

“Until we meet again.”

“Yeah, kthxbai.”

“Idia? Was that Malleus Draconia who just disappeared into thin air?”

“Hey, Ortho. Yeah.”

“You have made another new friend!”

“We’re not friends! My HP is critically low after that.”

“Your heart rate is accelerated, but the rest of your vital signs are within normal ranges. And I clearly heard Malleus Draconia state that you are friends!”

“I know you mean well, Ortho, but-”

“I think he needs a friend, too.”

“Malleus Draconia? Needing a friend?”

“We have spent time together. We have shared experiences. This ‘SRR problem child’ status.”

“Idia?”

“Yeah, Ortho?”

“You’re smiling.”

“I was just thinking about the new volume of the Mew Mew Chronicles manga!”

“Yes, I remember. It arrived in the mail just this morning.”

“So of course I’m excited. It’s the only good thing that’s happened since all of this started. I’m, uh, going to the store to pick up some snacks, if you want to go with me.”

(Your heart rate and eye movement tell me otherwise, Big Brother, but I am happy to see you happy.) “Of course! I’m interested in seeing the ingredients in this new mystery flavored fruit twist that Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade were arguing over.”

“It can’t be worse than last year’s pineapple-lemon-licorice mystery flavor.”

Ortho remembered that. It had been very popular the first two weeks, with numerous reactions posted to Magicam. After that, the only person purchasing it had been Lilia Vanrouge. His eyes lit up.

“You should buy some for Malleus Draconia and Lilia Vanrouge! And Silver and Sebek Zigvolt, too! And Cater Diamond, and Rook Hunt, and…”

By the time they were done, they’d purchased a mystery flavored candy twist for all of the third year students, all of the housewardens, plus Silver and Sebek Zigvolt, Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade, the Ramshackle prefect, and Grim (especially Grim).

Ortho’s analysis of the candy indicated the primary flavors were seaweed and cinnamon, and he could hardly wait to see everyone’s reactions.

Everyone's, but especially Idia’s newest friend, Malleus Draconia.

#twst fanfic #sorta #it's lines of dialogue #but a lot of lines of dialogue #and three not-dialogue paragraphs at the end #I tried #Idia Shroud is really really hard to write #Malleus isn't exactly easy but sooo much easier than Idia #idia shroud #malleus draconia #fic prompt #it's not even Halloween themed #missed opportunity right there #don't hate me #this may be the worst thing I've ever written #and that's saying something #not even in a funny way #because I don't know if you know this but I'm hilarious #except not this time #oh no I hear trick or treaters outside and I have like zero candy #which has nothing to do with this not-fic thing #but I still feel really bad about it #so now that's two terrible crimes I've committed on Halloween #this may be one of those posts where I quietly delete it after giving it way too much thought #I am a tweet-and-delete kinda person on That Other App #although tbf I have more reason to be over there #still though I am already overthinking the wisdom of letting this see the light of day #it may still make it to AO3 at some point #Happy Halloween everyone