#unfinished fanfic

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Unfinished Fic: "Sometimes, a bit of rain is all you need"

(Jackson Storm centered fic)

Written sometime in December 2022.

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I was never able to finish this story, mainly because I couldn't come up with a proper ending.

This story takes place in an au where magic exists, also the cars are humans too. I never got to flesh it out properly. Maybe next time.

In this au, some people are born with magic, Jackson has the ability to manipulate the weather through his emotions. Basically Peppa from Encanto. I was inspired by greendreamer's fantasy cars/ttte au.

Inspired by a oneshot on ao3 where Jackson had weather magic. Unfortunately, I don't remember what it was called :(

Oh yeah, his real name is supposed to be Jackson Ian Rivera (🇺🇸🇵🇭)

⚠️TW/CW⚠️: Implied child neglect, emotional ab*se, panic attacks.

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'Put your cloud away'

Is a phrase he's been told more times that he could count. 

The Rivera family is not unfamiliar to weather magic. It's been said that they're a family that has practiced this sort of arcana for generations. They are said to be able to summon winds and clouds, to make it rain at will. A Stormbringer is said to be able to control an average area of about 30 meters in diameter surrounding them. The more powerful mages can control the winds up to a mile away. The more refined the user is in their magic, the stronger and more controlled it is. 

They are a proud family, not to mention rich and wealthy. Proud to display their powerful and unique arcana. Majestic eyes of the storms. Something Jackson is not. 

Arcana. How he despises it. The magic has brought nothing but misery and pain in his life. 

Unlike most of his family members, Jackson was born with a curse. A curse in which his arcana is deeply intertwined with his emotions. Arcana in its very nature, is heavily intertwined with one's thoughts and emotions. Losing control of how one feels means losing control of one's connections with their magic. But Jackson's case is different. 

Whenever he's happy, skies are clear, as the breezes are light. Whenever he's not, rain begins to pour, as the thunder claps loudly. Not to mention, how unusually powerful his arcana is compared to most of his family members.

'Put your cloud away' they'd say. They would tell the young child that whenever he would misbehave in their eyes. Whenever tears swelled up in the corners of his retinas as small raindrops began to fall, dampening his once neatened clothes and hair. 

'Put your cloud away' they'd say- whenever the boy would feel frustrated, perhaps even angry, and would throw tantrums. Whenever lightning flashed, when he felt like they didn't understand him, why even felt that way in the first place. 

'Put your cloud away' they'd say- when dark skies and strong winds would cover almost every square inch of their large mansion.  When the boy tried… he tried so hard, yet failed and 'couldn't keep his emotions in check' according to them. 

It wasn't his fault though… was it..?

There's a reason why Jackson failed to connect to other people. They were either deemed not good enough to be his friends, or they would make fun of him and his interests. His family was of no help to those issues.

Honestly? He found it hilarious how shocked that so-called family was when he decided to finally cut them out of his life once IGNTR found him.

Despite having them out of his life, he could never rid himself of their, and subsequently, his views on his arcana. It's part of him, and he hates it. No matter what he did, it was always there. Continuously taunting him, whilst being just out of reach.

Despite them being gone, he knows better than to have a cloud constantly follow him whenever he's in a bad mood. 

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Jackson hopped out of the car, panting as sweat beads dripped from his forehead. He turned towards the large monitor and growled, unsatisfied with his results.

" '214 mph'. You're doing good." Ray said, crossing his arms.

Jackson scoffed, wiping his sweat with an arm. "Not good enough…" Thunder crackled, as faint drips of water fell down from above him. 

Ray took note of this and sighed. He patted Jackson's shoulder and said, "You did good today, Storm. Take it easy." 

Jackson glared at him, but immediately tore his gaze to the small cloud that loomed above him. He gritted his teeth, wanting to curse it out but instead heaved a sigh, closing his eyes. 

"Put your cloud away… Put your cloud away…" He whispered to himself, taking deep breaths. He repeated this process until the rain stopped, the thunder ceased and the cloud disappeared. 

He opened his eyes. He turned away from the simulator and began to leave the room. "I can do better… I will do better…"

"Your powers are great, but far too unstable… Keep your cloud away… 

You could kill someone with that lightning bolt."

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Jackson stared at the large monitor that stood tall above the stadium. His breath hitched, eyes widened in shock. 

"I… I…" 

It wasn't his name that took first place. But instead, McQueen and his little costume girl stole the win from him. Little shit appeared out of nowhere and stole the win for herself. 

His grip on the steering wheel tightened. He felt a vein almost pop. 

"FUCK." He screamed. He nearly got into a tangent when the sound of thunder crackling grabbed his attention. A mass of large clouds seemed to have manifested out of nowhere and had covered the stadium, blocking out the starlight from reaching the people. 

"What's this Darrel? It seems like rain clouds have appeared out of nowhere."

"It looks to me like someone's arcana is going haywire! Hopefully things will calm down before they get crazy. And it's already been a pretty crazy day!"

Jackson swallowed a gulp. 'Shit. Not now—!' 

Turning his car on he quickly made his way to where his trailer was. The paparazzi wanted his attention, but thankfully security kept them out of his way, lest someone gets injured due to getting in the way of his car. He quickly drove into the trailer and shut the door, not wanting to face the public. Not wanting to face Ray, McQueen, the other racers, and especially not that costume girl. 

He was panting, breaths were heavy and uneven as the reality set in. He lost. He lost to a random street racer. He lost his cool and almost killed someone, again. He lost his calm and now his storm—

He stiffens. That cloud. It shrouded the whole area. It was massive.

Jackson slowly backed into a corner, hugging himself. His back slid against the wall as he began chanting the words.

"Put your cloud away… put your cloud away… put your cloud away… put it away… just fucking put it away…"

He didn't know how long it took for the dark clouds to disappear; he fell asleep on the floor. But they did disappear just moments before he closed his eyes. Luckily before any raindrops fell and spoiled the day for the racing fans.

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Jackson was pacing back and forth, still chanting about how his cloud needs to 'go away'. He just wrapped up another training session, and had stormed off to IGNTR's back gardens when he failed to break through 214 mps. 

He gripped his hair, yelling out in frustration. His clothes were soaked, not only from the sweat from training. The rain cloud above him thundered, flashing a bit of lightning once in a while. Jackson tried to swat it away, despite his futile efforts. 

"GO AWAY. DAMMIT." 

Ray watched him from a window heaving a sigh. He was worried. Jackson's storms seemed to be getting worse each time he lost a race, whether it was against Cruz or a different racer. He knew Jackson was a perfectionist at heart, and has tried multiple times to get him to understand that it's not just about winning, but each time, his pleas would fall on deaf ears. 

He knows the boy has it in him to change. But Jackson's mind is clouded in poor judgement, and it pains him to see him this way. That's not even mentioning Jackson's terrible coping mechanisms.

Ray sighed, crossing his arms. "There's no need to force your cloud away…" He mumbled. "There's nothing wrong with a bit of rain every once in a while…" He watched as Jackson seemed to have given up, and just seemed to be standing there, underneath the ever growing storm. 

"I just hope you can realize that one day…"

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Jackson didn't know how he was dragged into this situation. He was at a party. A party to celebrate the success of the latest race. He won the race (thankfully) of course, but he absolutely despised going to events like these. 

Too many people here. Possibly drunkards just partying it up with A-list celebrities and fellow racers. 

Ray somehow managed to convince him to go. Says he "needs to make peace with the other racers'' or that "he has to try to be nicer to them." He doesn't understand it at all. It's been this way for years. Jackson's already used to it. But nonetheless, he managed to reluctantly drag his ass here. 

It took less than five minutes of just standing around in the middle of the room for Jackson to immediately say 'fuck it' and make his way onto the rooftop of the building, away from where everyone else is at. 

He sighed, elbows propped up against the concrete railings. Ray would be disappointed, but he could just lie and say nobody wanted to talk to him. Well technically, it wouldn't be lying when that's exactly what happened. Nobody knew he was here, and thus nobody could talk to him.

"Hello?" 

Until someone else made their way to the rooftop as well. 

Jackson sharply inhaled, the winds howled, the cold breezes blowing past his face. He knew who that voice belonged to. 

"Brr. Really chilly here, huh?" She joked, rubbing her arms as a means to keep warm. Jackson attempted to ignore her, staring off into the distance, a can of cranberry flavored Sprite in his hand. 

"Hey um. Would you mind if I stayed here for a bit?" She asked, walking up right next to him. Well, she lingered just away from him, but just close enough where she could talk to him. 

Jackson groaned, lightly crushing the half empty can in his hands. "What do you want, Ramirez?"   

[Unfinished Ending]

#unfinished fanfic #pixar cars #cars fandom #pixar #cars 3 (2017) #jackson storm #humanized cars #🌌⚠️ #read the trigger warnings

[all-pacas]

Got any widobrave in you? Been thinking about them lately.

You know, I don’t — but I also have a fic I never finished or posted anywhere! Actually I have a couple of them!

crooked kind

She expects it to feel different. Stepping onto a ship, now, after everything. And it does, kinda. The ship is darker, more shadowy. Quieter. The gunpowder smells different, less sharp, until she puts her nose up to it, enough that she gets a bit up her nose when she sniffs and then sneezes and then looks around to make sure no one is watching. Tugs at her hair anxiously. Back above decks.

She still doesn’t like the way the ship moves, rocking around, the water tossing it and pushing it and letting it know who is boss — the water, the ocean going hey now I can sink you any time I want — and she’d thought, for a second, about leaving her ring with Yeza since Luc insists on going swimming for some insane reason, but she twists it around her finger now and is glad she didn’t. Didn’t give it up. Didn’t think about it for long.

Fjord and Beau are running around yelling things about getting the ship ready to sail, Fjord yelling first and then Beau repeating him louder a second later. Caleb is over with Orly and Yasha, looking at a map or something, and she goes over to them. Weird looks from Marius and the crew as she passes. Not the same kind of weird looks as she used to get: a goblin! ahh! Something duller, more familiar: what are you doing here? I don’t know you. You don’t belong.

“An’ then we’ll be h… headin’ west, ‘round these, ah, shoals here,” Orly is saying as she approaches the little table they have set up on deck, near the ship’s wheel, a map held down with red weights. She picks one up, just to feel the heft of it. Orly clears his throat as the map curls. She puts it back.

“Veth,” says Caleb. He hesitates before he says her name. “Have you settled in?”

They haven’t even left port yet, the gangplank is still out: a few of the crew are rushing back and forth, loading last second supplies.

“Mm,” she says. “It’s basically the same as we left it.”

She thinks. It’s a lot harder to see in dark corners now.

Caleb smiles at her, and she puts her arms and chin up on the edge of the table as Orly resumes explaining their route, and Yasha nods along solemnly, tracing the path with her finger.

Yasha spends the first couple of days following everyone around. She’s not subtle about it, and also she’s gigantic. First she tries to build barrels and do carpenter things with Jester, but she’s unexpectedly clumsy with her hands. She follows Beau and Fjord around for a bit, which, because Beau also just follows Fjord around, ends up making him look like he has two bodyguards who are a lot tougher than he is. Next is Caduceus, and last is Caleb.

Veth also spends a lot of her free time around Caleb. So she watches Yasha try to learn to read maps, and watches Yasha and Caleb have quiet moments talking, and watches Yasha get really annoyed at the way Caleb will, whenever Yasha estimates a direction, immediately correct her with “actually it’s west-south-west” or whatever bullshit.

She loves Caleb. But he’s so full of it sometimes.

That’s what she says, out-loud, after Caleb spends ten minutes trying to explain to Yasha that actually she can tell that north is over behind his left shoulder, but two inches left of that, because he just knows, basically. She says: “Caleb, I love you, but you are so full of shit.” She turns to Yasha. “Want to play with explosives instead?”

And that’s how Yasha becomes junior assistant powder monkey.

It’s only until later she thinks about the way Caleb cut himself off, his startled expression, when she’d said that to him. Not hurt. It was something else. Surprise. Something different.

Here’s the problem.

The thing is, there’s lots of problems. The thing is, when she thinks about herself she thinks me, but she also thinks Nott more than she thinks Veth, and when the others all kind of decided on their own to call her Veth, she was glad but — she doesn’t know. Fjord yells Veth, you’re not supposed to play with explosives we’re on a ship, and she turns her head but her first thought is how does he know about Veth? and then she remembers that’s her now. The problem is that things taste different and look different and feel different. Some of it she remembers, from the last time, when she’d woken up to mud and jeering laughter and rope burns, to shadows being too bright and smells being too sharp and her mouth bleeding from the inside, from dozens of tiny tooth cuts. Some of it she’d forgotten. The way her fingers seem to just — feel more. The way she hears less. How her teeth feel in her mouth, how her ears don’t turn and swivel when she wants to listen. She’s a little taller now. She weighs more, she has tits and an ass and is frankly just incredibly hot. She’s still quick but it feels different, to run, to crouch. She gets an eyelash caught in one of her eyes and once she’s done rubbing it out she thinks: holy shit, I have eyelashes again, and runs to bum some mascara off of Beau. Her skin is softer and bruises easier. She doesn’t feel as hungry all the time. She’d never noticed how warm she always was when she was a goblin until she starts feeling chilly sometimes, out on the deck of the ship.

Here’s the other problem.

She feels things more. Not emotionally. If anything she feels it less, a little… slower, maybe calmer, like things aren’t always jumping up and starling her to death. It’s not emotions. Not exactly. It’s just — more.

She’d joked about it. Sunbreaker? Wow was he hot. But she hadn’t really… felt anything. Not like that. Yeza had never tried anything more than a chaste kiss or hug now and then, and she’d felt a guilty relief. How would it even work? Would it work? Or would it be painful and scraping and difficult? She might have tried if he really wanted to, but he didn’t and she was glad. And that was weird, because she had always thought of herself as really into that kind of thing. They’d been going at it since they were sixteen, you know?

So it’s Yeza’s fault, really.

She turns back into her true, hot self, and she feels things again, her body, you know, works again, and they fuck like gnomes for days, and then she goes onto a ship and the first night snuggles in with Caleb the way she always has, except he holds himself really stiff and she doesn’t notice at first until he accidentally brushes her boob and moves away and she thinks oh shit yeah I have tits now and starts thinking about other things, because Caleb is not bad looking now that he bathes sometimes and keeps his hair out of his face, and so the next day she talks loudly and often about her wonderful cannons belowdecks —

(“Veth, you are absolutely fucking forbidden from ever firing the cannons without express orders from me or—“ and Fjord had hesitated, looking over at a slightly-too-eager Beau, failing to stamp out her excitement in time, “Me. Just me. No explosives. Nada.”)

— and sets up a hammock there that evening.

And then three days later, she helps Yasha set up her own hammock, after giving a long speech to her about how half the job of the gunner or powder monkey was to, like, really understand your cannons, and how this was the best way. It’s a lot harder to set a hammock up for Yasha since she’s a giant, but they figure it out eventually, even if her butt ends up landing only an inch or two above the floor.

Here’s the problem.

After they figure out how to move shit around to set up Yasha’s hammock, they go to the galley for dinner with everyone. Night one, Veth jumped up on a table and gave the I used to be a goblin speech to everyone, so she gets less weird “why is there a smokin’ hot halfling hanging out with these idiots” looks now, and dinner is nice. She can actually eat Caduceus’s tofu without getting cramps now, which helps a lot. She jokes around with the others and sits next to Caleb, as always, because they’re not avoiding one another. They talk about the peace conference and have debate #582 about if Essek (codename: Kevin) is okay or not, if Kevin can be trusted. They talk about Yasha’s hammock. Invite Jester and Beau to join the girl’s only super cool cannon slumber party.

“I thought you two,” Beau says, gesturing at Veth and Caleb, “were like, joined at the hip or whatever.” And then she gives Veth a smirk that probably means Yeah I see you, and it takes Veth all she has to keep from turning to Jester and saying something awful like The Traveller is actually kinda hot, right? back. But she doesn’t, because she’s a good fucking friend.

“What are you talking about?” Veth says instead. “‘Lebby, are you mad because I want to sleep with my cannons?” She doesn’t look anywhere near him when she asks.

“Maybe this isn’t dinnertime conversation?” Fjord says.

“Of course not,” says Caleb, and she hopes he meant her thing and not Fjord’s.

And then they all start talking about Travelercon instead.

So now she has two options. Talk to Caleb, or never talk to him again.

No. Now she has three options. Those two, or…

She and Yeza weren’t, like, swingers. Not yet. They were too young for it, generally speaking: you were supposed to wait until your kids were out of the house and all that, focus on raising your family, and Luc was only five and that was assuming they didn’t have more kids. Once you get married, that’s supposed to be it until your kids were grown: it was supposed to be good for the family to turn insular like that. Nowadays some people Veth’s age did talk about open marriages like they should be part of the vows, but it’s not like she and Yeza ever really talked about it back in Felderwin. They both wanted kids. It made sense that they should focus on their family, and anyway, Yeza was the love of her life so it’s not like she really wanted to fuck anyone else.

Was the love of her life.

Still is.

Really.

But things are so weird now, and so after they’d fucked for the third to last time in Nicodranis, when they were talking about buying a house and investing in the timeshare market, Veth had added, as casual as she could: “And if you wanted to like, date around a little, as long as you don’t knock anyone up and go all family values on me…”

“Are you serious?” Yeza asked, and then sat up and pulled his glasses on from the side of the bed.

“What are you doing?”

“This is a conversation that I need to be able to see for. What are you saying?”

Veth had been briefly distracted, but then Yeza pulled the sheet back up. “I mean… are you mad?”

“No…” he’d let the word kinda trail there.

“I mean, you can knock someone up, I guess, it’s just no second families, so overall I’d prefer you didn’t,” she’d said, using this old-fashioned Halfling term that meant ‘the insular family,’ like they were supposed to be raising back home.

“I’m not going to knock anyone up.” Yeza hesitated, pushing his glasses up. “I didn’t think we’d have this conversation for another like, twenty years.”

“I didn’t think I’d be alive in twenty years, up until a couple of days ago,” she mentioned, and then winced when he’d looked hurt. “I mean, I’m okay with it. I keep running off on you and abandoning you and, and leaving, and dy — almost dying —“ because she hadn’t yet told him about that box, or even really about drowning, and planned to never, “and — and I mean, I know it can’t be fun, I would be like, what a selfish bitch, and so if you want to—“

“Veth,” he started saying, about halfway through. “Veth. I don’t think you’re a selfish anything.” He’d taken her hands.

Well, I do, she’d thought. Looking at their hands. The fine hairs on her arms that Nott had lacked. Weird, how even shit like body hair was somehow amazing now.

“I’m happy just — knowing you’re happy, and waiting for you.”

“But I’m not! I can’t just — look, I’m going to leave you money, so buy a house and get Luc into a really great school and then go party, or, or buy the _really fancy_ alchemy ingredients, or just… don’t just sit around waiting for me, because I don’t know when I’ll be back. I want you to fuck other people! Fuck everyone in Nicodranis! Fuck Jester’s mom!”

“I am pretty sure I can’t afford her.”

“I will leave you so much money.”

They both laughed, and Veth felt herself relaxing. A little.

“Okay,” he’d said. “I don’t know if I will or not, but—“ she’d been about to tell him to do it, and he’d raised a hand then, to shush her, “but if I meet someone I like, I’ll think about it very seriously. Okay?”

“Like, or find hot.”

“Like, or find hot,” he’d agreed. He’d hesitated, and then he’d smiled. “But… you too, okay? What’s an adventure on the high seas without a sexy sailor or two?” She’d smiled. He’d hesitated again, and then added: “Or… if there’s anyone else you have in mind. Whatever. It’s fine with me, okay? Screw insular families.”

And then they’d gone ahead and fucked for the second-to-last time.

And kind of, not in an asshole way, but she’d been thinking about that last thing he said as they did. Anyone else you have in mind. Just hanging out there. Unremarked on.

Look. Here’s the thing. Caleb is hot. In a disgusting, takes a bath but doesn’t do laundry kind of way. In a forgets to shave past the point where his stubble is attractive kind of way. In a too many ribs kind of way.

In a long fingers and very nice eyes and a handsome jawline kind of way.

And when she was Nott she knew it but it never really — she didn’t feel it, so it was pretty easy. He was both hot and completely unfuckable, even in her fantasies, and she was disgusting and a goblin and that made it all very neutral and safe. When she’d curl up next to him, sometimes he’d put an arm over her if it was cold out, and it would feel nice and comforting and she’d feel this warm tingling love all over, but there was never sexual tension, even in her head, even in her infrequent attempts at daydreaming.

Because there couldn’t be. She was ugly and disgusting even if he was kind and handsome. It was wonderful of him to even willingly touch her.

And then she and Yeza fucked for three days straight, and it was like, fuck, this is what that feeling is. Like a switch went off in her head: remember how great this is? How good it feels? How hot all your friends are?

And she’s pretty fine now herself. Curves for days. But —

It’s not like she’s a different person. Whoever she is. Even if she also is.

And it isn’t like just because she got laid, she’s not horny on main all the time, just looking for people to jump. It really isn’t. She’s not crazy, or Beau flirting with some temporary member of the party. Jester braids her hair up for her one morning and it’s all nice and Jessie’s hands in her hair, on her scalp, are very soothing but Veth doesn’t feel horny at all. She and Fjord fight over going swimming, and it’s not sexual tension.

“I love you, but you are so full of shit,” she says to Caleb, and he kind of half freezes, and she hears him say it to her with different ears and eyes and she is not stupid, okay? She’s not. She knows he did not mean it like that and will never mean it like that and that they are best friends and he probably thought she was dying, in a way she did die, and it was very sweet and does not mean—

She’s not in love with him. Not like that. She’s just…

Well, she isn’t. There’s no just.

She has a couple of ideas for spells in her head. They’re not fancy ones since she’s not great at magic, but she’s seen Caleb noodling around enough with his spells that she thinks it’s probably possible. If he does all the technical stuff for her. So she mentions it kind of in passing, and he gets really excited and she chickens out.

She’s not sure why. Only because immediately he looked so happy and she got scared, and because last time they’d done this she was different and — and it’s weird. The first time she’d used magic, just a little nugget of it, she’d figured it was probably him tricking her, the way he would sometimes use his light spell to make it seem like she was glowing, back when they were begging for coin. But he’d grabbed her and hugged her hard enough that she’d lost her breath, exclaiming, I’m so proud of you! You’ve done it!

And she’d been — well, at first she hadn’t believed him, obviously. But then she had and she’d felt herself smile and then laugh, from relief or fear or both, and he’d squeezed her hands and said, _now, we will work on a spell_.

And it was pretty stupid but it felt like it mattered. Like it was some big important moment. Not using magic, although that was cool. But the way he’d hugged her and her nose had squashed into him and he’d smelled like wet wool and she’d been happy. Really happy. For probably the first time since she’d died, you know?

So he gets excited when she says she wants to invent her own spell, and she’s not thinking about that until he demands they start practicing now, and then she is thinking about it and she gets scared.

So it’s avoid Caleb forever, talk to him, or knock on his door and say can you help me with magic?

And she wants so fucking bad to get drunk first, but she chooses the third option.

She knocks on his door. Which is super weird, because it used to be her door, and also she has basically never once knocked before going in to see Caleb, ever. There’s no reply, but she knows he’s in there — she _might_ have followed him and then spent half an hour getting up her nerve — so she thinks about leaving and instead just opens the door. “If you’re masturbating this is your two second warning!” she calls as she does.

Caleb is sitting on the bed, reading. He starts, kind of dropping the book, and even though he isn’t jacking it she kind of feels like she walked in on him anyway.

She tugs at her braid. “Hey! What’s up? What’s goin’ on?”

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#widobrave #unfinished fanfic

[teaboxcarmarbles]

Part of me wants to finish my fanfic but I know no one’s reading it 💔😢

I was also bullied to giving up on this fanfic… it was also stressful writing it…I’m not a writer…

#felix the cat #oswald the lucky rabbit #krazy kat #krazy kat and ignatz #mickey mouse #crossover #fanfic art #Krazy Kat and Ignatz are Oswald’s disaster adopted parents #In the fanfic Oswald is arguing with both Felix and Mickey #both Felix and Mickey want Oswald not to be mad at them 💔 #my artwork #my artwork for my fanfic #unfinished fanfic

[kj-writes-random-shit]

Earl Grey Cookie x Male!Reader: The Tea Party (UNFINISHED)

HI!! This is an unfinished fanfic that I made back in… June? I think?? Well, I fell out of love with cookie run, so I never finished this. But, I felt like uploading this to you guys, so that you could see how shit my writing was!!

Plot: Earl Grey wants to have a nice break from the grandmaster hotel and taking care of the Chess Choco Twins, so why not have a tea party with his amazing boyfriend?

Side Notes: Unfinished Fanfic, Earl Grey calls his Boyfriend his prince as a pet name, Everyone is human but still has their cookie names, Earl Grey adopted the Chess Choco Twins, The Reader has his own rented room in the grandmaster hotel, Both of the chess choco twins are agender and use they/them pronouns, The chess choco twins call Earl Grey ‘dad’ and [Reader] ‘father’, and the Chess Choco Twins are homeschooled.

[Reader] stretched his aching back while yawning. He rubbed his eyes, and lazily opened them. He then stood up from his soft and cozy bed made from the purest of cotton, and went to his dresser and pulled one of the drawers open. He looked through the clothes, only for [Reader] realize that all of the good looking clothes that were stored in his dresser were dirty and currently going through the process of being washed. He groaned, and went to his closet to look for something decent to wear.

After what felt like ages of searching, he finally found something to wear. It was a beautiful [Favorite Color] tuxedo paired with dress pants that both glistened as soon as he looked at it, as if the tuxedo was calling for [Reader] to wear it. It was a gift given by Earl Grey as a one year anniversary gift for them dating.

‘Woah. I am so glad I have a boyfriend to give me stuff like this.’ [Reader] thought to himself. He grabbed to tuxedo and took it out of the closet, but then quickly stopped himself. “Wait, shouldn’t I save this for a special occasion? Eh, who cares? Let’s just hope that Earl Grey magically wants to take me out on a fancy date so that this tuxedo won’t go to waste.” [Reader] said.

He put the tuxedo on, and then went up to the full body mirror he kept in his room to see how it looked on him. “Huh, I don’t look half bad.” [Reader] said smugly. He smirked while putting his hand to his chin. “Well, can’t admire myself forever. Let me leave to go find Earl Grey.” He remarked. He walked out the room before quickly realizing something.

“Ah, I never put shoes on. Lemme go put on those dress shoes.” [Reader] went under his bed to grab his dress shoes that Earl Grey had, coincidentally, also got him and put them on. “Okay, now I am finally ready to leave.” [Reader] said proudly. He then opened his door, and then exited his room to go look for Earl Grey.

——

Earl Grey had just finished getting some more guests into their rooms, and he then went off to go look his boyfriend. He then bumped into the Chess Choco twins. ‘Ah, it's them.’ Earl Grey thought to himself.

“Dad! Let’s play Chess!”

“Dad, can we play chess?” The two asked out of their dad.

“Not now you two, I know you just got out of school and finished your homework and you need something to do, but I’m currently looking for your father. But, I promise I’ll play with you two later.” Earl grey informed the twins.

“Awww, Just one game! It’ll be quick!” “Our game of chess will be brief.” The chess choco twins begged.

Earl Grey sighed. “Alright, I’ll play one game. Only one game though.”

The twins cheered out of excitement (mainly Pawn White), then the twins dragged their dad over to a table with a chessboard on it. The pieces were already placed correctly. The twins then sat down on the left side of the table, while Earl Grey sat on the right.

‘Oh dear, I am in for one hell of a ride…’

Even though Earl Grey said that he’d only play one game, he’s already played about nine, and he lost every single one. His eyes are sore, his glasses are sliding off of his face, and all he can think about is his boyfriend. He doesn’t care about chess anymore, he just wants his sweet prince to save him from this nightmare. The twins then exclaimed checkmate, showing that they just beat Earl Grey AGAIN. “Well, my amazing and sweet children, I must leave now. I’ve had fun, but I must now go look for [Reader].” He informed the twins.

“C’mon, why not one more game?”

“One more round can’t hurt, right dad?” The twins pleaded.

“Sincerest apologies, but I must go.”

“Just one more ga-!”

“I. MUST. GO.” Earl Grey fumed, while running away from the two.

He eventually went outside to the garden at the back of the hotel, where he found [Reader]. He was relieved and felt like it was a blessing to see him again. “My dear prince, I am so happy to see you! You have no idea what I have went through today.” Earl Grey proclaimed. [Reader] tilted his head out of confusion. “Umm, Earl Grey, you’re acting more enthusiastic than usual, you ok?” [Reader] had question. “Ah, my sweet precious prince, I am perfectly fine! The twins just begged me into playing hour long games of chess is al-!”

“Yep, you only act enthusiastic whenever you get out of a stressful situation.” [Reader] pointed out.

“Heh, you are correct, my lovely prince. It was not just one game, not three, but nine games of chess. It was… Horrid. I can’t even describe the terror that was going on-!” Before Earl Grey could finish, [Reader] had given him a quick kiss.

#male reader #male y/n #male!reader #earl grey cookie #earl grey #chess choco #chess choco cookie #chess choco twins #earl grey x reader #cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #long post #KJ’s Deleted Scenes #UNFINISHED FANFIC #unfinished

[wooshofficial]

SO!

@orbleglorb tagged me in a game and I am going to do it lol

RULES: Reveal the titles of the documents in your WIP folder and tag as many people as there are documents. Let others ask questions about the ones that interest them and post snippets or explain the contents as you see fit!

My wips folder is entirely fanfic of some kind so I’m breaking it down via the sub folders I have:

ABOUT MCYT:

Child in Time Out

Fair Trade

He will slay you with his tongue, oh lei oh lai oh lord

It’s still raining ch4 pt2

New Dad In Town

Rogue Hawk Legundo What Will He Do (Suffer)

Safe at Last?

BLASEBALL:

AU:

Coolname Galvanic becomes a parent the fic

IX

Millman Henderson

Wylex wylex wylex wylex

FALL BALL:

50x100 about Benny

Jana Beats fic

Ryuji Ngozi fic

FANTEAM STUFF:

An interview with the Ithaca SUNYs

Hold on

Pyg and King have a conversation over coffee

PYG CHARACTERIZATION FIC

Wow the Niagara Falls Meatballs sure do have some sort of fucking problem

MIRRORVERSE:

(MIRRORVERSE) INTERVIEW S6

Mirrorverse Ana comprehensive fic

MV blasetober day 4 and whatever day salmon cannons

Tactical Shrimp War 2

SHORT CIRCUITS:

False Promises

Final Girl

You have received a call from an unknown number

MISC:

A collection of poems is called a book but I think it should be forbidden

Blasetober

Flower Girl

FYNN DOYLE: the pitcher that shook parliamint like a maraca

Gifted by wills

Gods are monsters

Lift Fic Exchange Piece

Mills fic exchange piece for [REDACTED]

Tad Seeth fic

The Last of the Marijuanas (a 12x100)

Trapped in the Vault fic

Twine fic

Unlikely Pair

When you’re in a relationship the best thing to do in February is to sit on your shitty couch and eat goat

Whittled Down

Wrong Place and Wrong Time

SELF INSERT OR ABOUT MINECRAFT OCS:

[put name here for later] <- the actual name of the doc

Alex meeting about parenthood

Internship

Morning Sun

Patience

WITHIN THE FALLEN LONDON UNIVERSE:

24 hours in the Neath

Fallen New York AU

Flondon MCC wails

Flondon Wooooooosh

Techno keeps his friend out of Hell

Zolar Waltz

MISC:

Escape the Night Fanfic? In MY 2022? It’s more likely than you think

As you can see I have a ton of fucking fics!!!! Most of them Blaseball! Girl what is wrong with me

Anyways tagging @betweenlands @caelumsthelimit and @burningcrab

#woosh quotes themself #ask game #unfinished fanfic #god I’ve started and not finished so much #like girl the way I have subcategories in my subcategories. wild

[missxfaithc]

never gonna forget the fanfic I wrote where Darkiplier and Antisepticeye have to take the self-insert character on a journey through a version of the underworld. I never finished the fic, and I only ended up with 11 chapters, but by the time I lost interest and stopped working on it, it’d gone super off the rails 😂

(You can still find the unfinished fic in a collection of one-shots/short fics I have on my Quotev account, btw.)

But yeah. I honestly think I came up with a decent, interesting concept, but the execution of it was just, like, terrible 😂 At this point in time, I’d rather rewrite it into an original short story and something, cuz the story would stay basically the same even if I used original characters in the places of Dark and Anti.

#markiplier #youtube #youtubers #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #unfinished fanfic #jacksepticeye #darkiplier #antisepticeye #I should be sleeping but instead I’m on this hellsite #fml #this was a fanfic I wrote back in 2017 originally - I think - but then I posted it to my Quotev account sometime in 2018 #I am truly the queen of unfinished fanfics #someone’s gotta stop me lol

[dalishvixen]

Been sorting through my old unfinished fics for the past few hours and found this angsty gem of a interaction between Anders and Fenris

Knowing me from 2018 it was probably gonna end in sex but see it as you will

Tell me if i need to add an extra tag to this post

#Unfinished Fanfic #anders dragon age #fenris dragon age

[cecescomposition]

the absolute struggle of knowing the exact plot of your fic, what the characters facial expressions will look like, what sounds will happen, the emotions, the lighting, everything….

except it’s all playing as a movie in your head and you can’t articulate any of it.

#writing #writing problems #writer problems #me rn fr #send help please #i have so many unfinished wips #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic writing #fanfic woes

[xxsabitoxx]

"Satoru, enough." you sound exasperated, tired eyes glaring at your laptop screen as you try to find another peer-reviewed article for your essay topic. However, you had to admit nothing was getting done and it wasn't only because of your boyfriend. "Satoru, enough~" He practically sang back to you, that same shit-eating grin plastered to his face. His hands were finding their way to your thighs again, only stopping when you would reach down and swat him away with one of your signature death glares. So, you repeated the motion again, slapping his hands off of you but not bothering to look at him.

"C'mon, sweetheart you've been glued to your laptop since you got home from work." He somehow managed to sound just as exasperated as you had. "Because I have things due, Satoru." It wasn't a lie, but the essay wasn't due for a few days. You could certainly afford to hold off on it for another day, but for some reason, you couldn't bring yourself to stop. "Yeah, well, I'll pay off the professor. I want your attention," he whined again, this time flinching when your hand came down to grab his wrist before he could touch you. "And I am busy, go bother someone else." the bite in your tone didn't bother him at all, if anything it made his cock twitch.

"You wound me." Satoru's hand came up to splay over his heart, head falling back dramatically as he looked at you. "Good." was all you uttered, the tension in your shoulders only adding to your aggression as you fought the urge to throw your laptop. Nothing you had tried to read in the last twenty minutes registered in your brain and one single paragraph was glaring back at you on your Word doc. Now add Satoru teasing the shit out of you every fifteen seconds... you were going to snap or self-destruct, it depended on Satoru at this point.

"Just take a damn break, you're getting bitchy." He smirked at you, watching your entire body tense as your neck nearly snapped with the force you used to turn your head. "Do you have a death wish, Satoru?" your jaw was clenched, if looks could kill, Satoru would be dead four times over by now. "I do, but that's beside the point. You couldn't lay a finger on me and have it cause damage." he sneered, trying to ignore the blood flow to his dick as you got steadily worked up. He wasn't sure if it could be classified as a kink, but Satoru got off on you being pissed. He craved your hand slapping his skin and your nails digging into his scalp. He would do whatever it took to get you mad just to see that adorable pout on your face.

You knew this by now, and it wasn't hard to miss the strain forming in his sweats. "You're sick and twisted, Satoru." You refused to close your laptop, giving your boyfriend one last disinterested look before your eyes settled on a random point on your screen. You wouldn't give in to his games. "You fucking love it." he moved closer, hand resting on your thigh and squeezing harshly when you couldn't move fast enough to slap him away. You gasped, body shivering at the sensation before you recollected yourself and tried to swat him away. "I'm serious, Satoru. Leave me alone." but Satoru was smarter than that. "You haven't typed anything worthwhile on that word doc. Let me take care of you, I can clear your head real fucking fast."

Your answer was rolling your eyes, earning a low rumble of laughter from your boyfriend. That was the nail in the coffin, you could only yell in protest as he snatched your laptop off of your lap and tossed it over to the chair beside your couch. "Satoru!" You squeaked, heart dropping to your ass as he flung the object. "Relax." was all he said in return, catching you while your guard was down and pushing you onto the couch. You let out a string of curses, awkwardly pressed face-first into the cushion as Satoru grabbed both of your wrists and restrained them behind your back. "Just relax."

#unfinished thoughts #jjk smut #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo fanfic #gojo #gojo satoru #gojo headcanons #jujutsu kaisen smut #gojo imagine #satoru gojo imagine #gojo satoru headcanons #jujutsu kaisen gojo #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen scenarios

[marblemoovt]

Current mood

#writer problems #writers on tumblr #fanfic problems #I think this is one of my favourite meme templates #I can't help it that fictional people are hot and I require reader inserts #Now I have a million and one unfinished drafts

[critterbitter]

Do you have an ao3/plan on uploading your work there?

(Does a lil jig) I have no work on ao3 but I have been drabbling together some stuff! It’s a long term project though haha, and I’m not likely to post because I’m still job hunting. (Shakes my little hat) but i can be convinced! Some stray dollars for lunch mmmight motivate me. Ehe.

For people curious what I WANT to write, if i have time:

Hisui Horizon Event — (alternate version of Canon but flavored with my war crimes.)

Ingo is sent to Hisui with no name and no memories. He copes.

Without her anchor, Chandelure fades. (Elesa and Emmet, mourning the loss of their third, will not let her slip gently into the grave.)

Salvaging the Ship of Theseus — (definitely canon divergence because, well.)

Emmet and Eelektross fall into Hisui seventeen months after Ingo’s disappearance and a month before PLA.

May I introduce: Shitty merchant Emmet, who’s definitely not fluent in Hisui flavored Kantonese. One concerned Eelektross, who’s about to change the landscape of pokemon-human relations forever. Warden Ingo, who is attempting to retire wardenship to go looking at the rift bubbles. Lady Sneasler, who’s using Ingo as a babysitter for her three rascally sneaslets.

And a very angry Elesa, armed with an extra pissed Chandelure, as they hunt down Sinnohian legends to get their favorite muppets back.

(HERE’S A DRABBLE. I have a lot of thoughts for Salvaging the Ship of Theseus. So many thoughts. Help. HELP.)

(Sigh. I have so many outline ideas. But writing is hard so yall. Art or fics, I’m not powerful enough to do both.)

But also interest check? Intwest chweck? WAH (gets swatted at with a broom))

#ask #mailbox #critterbitter screams into the void #the mind is willing but the body is weak #i have fanfic ideas but. writing hard. #and i hate posting unfinished work waaGhhh #(stares at STSOT— …i have finished the first chappie and i have. so much respect for fanfic writers. how do you do it. #how do you write so much. holy shit.) #submas #submas fic #its not a fic its a drabble #but STILL! #emmet #ingo #(sits) its so hard to be an adult and have a hyperfixation. mmm.

[finntheehumaneater]

i owe you a black eye and two kisses (pt 6)

Am I Making You Feel Sick?

now on Ao3

playlist | pinboard

(part one) (part seven) a special update loosely based on this song

taglist is open!

CW: heavy gore (kind of)

Steve collapsed onto the bed once he had finally dragged himself back into the trailer. Eddie was in the bathroom—doing god knows what, Wayne had said he had been in there for a while—and Steve was fucking exhausted.

He pressed his face into the pillow, sighing long and quiet, his hand gripping at the sheets so tight his knuckles turned white. He just wanted to sleep, but he didn’t want to deal with the nightmares. 

He unbuttoned the flannel and slipped it off of his shoulders, folding it and placing it on the nightstand, on top of the pile of D&D books Eddie had. That was the game that the kids liked, right? With the knights and shit? He toed off his shoes—and felt a bit bad for not taking them off at the door—and set them down at the edge of the bed. 

Through the half-closed door, he could hear another door click as it opened, and Eddie shuffled in, his nose and cheeks flushed and the rim of his eyes wet and red. He had been crying more, Steve thought. Still, despite his disheveled and broken state, Eddie’s chin was held high, glaring at Steve.

Steve sighed, feeling frustration build up in his gut, twisting and clawing until he was all bloody and gross inside. What was this guys fucking problem? One minute he was angry, the next he was practically melting into Steve’s arm and leaning into his cupped hands like he never wanted Steve to stop touching him, and then he was back to angry and spiteful again. “Can I help you?”

“This is my fucking room—,” Eddie started, but then cut himself off by holding up his hand and sucking in a deep, shaking breath. “No. Sorry.” He bit out the words like they stung, grappling to hold onto his tear-stained tongue on the way out. 

Steve sat up a bit more on elbows. He was aware this this was Eddie’s room—Eddie’s space, and that Eddie was allowed to come and go as he liked—but it was amusing to him to watch Eddie try and be polite. Steve did feel bad for Eddie—immensely—and he knew that Eddie didn’t want him to be here, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t here for Eddie, right now, he was here because Wayne had asked him to stay over.

Eddie sighed, muttering something that Steve couldn’t quite catch as he crossed his arms over his chest and tugged a piece of hair over his lips, which obscured his words further.

“What was that?”

“I—,” Eddie’s face flushed and his eyes were glassy again as he choked out a quiet, “If it’s okay with you, could I sleep in here?”

Steve’s expression softened, and he felt bad for being pissy before, even if he had the right to feel annoyed at Eddie. “Of course. I mean—it’s your room, you don’t have to ask me.”

“Wayne told me not to bother you,” Eddie explained quietly, a few tears sliding down his cheeks. His eyes kept darting down to Steve’s chest, and Steve wanted to put the flannel back on, but he didn’t. “I thought—I thought that if it was fine with you he wouldn’t tell me off for it.”

Steve moved back in the bed. He didn’t know how they were both going to fit. And he was seriously contemplating going and sleeping on the couch and giving Eddie his space, but his back had ached the last time, and he didn’t want to get on Wayne’s bad side. 

Eddie looked Steve over one last time, his eyes dipping to Steve’s shorts as his tongue came out to lick his lips briefly before his cheeks went even more red and he slipped off his jeans. 

Steve forced himself to look away so that he didn’t stare, even though he wanted to.

Eddie climbed in next to him, laying down next to Steve. They could only both fit on the bed if Eddie was right up next to him, his nose nearly touching Steve’s own. Steve’s eyes flicked down to Eddie’s lips, and fuck, he shouldn’t be thinking the thoughts he was thinking right now.

He cleared his throat and moved to turn the other way, but Eddie’s hand moved forward and grabbed at his arm, squeezing tightly.

Steve didn’t ask why even though he wanted to. Eddie’s fingers were cold against Steve’s skin, sending goosebumps down his arm and neck—ones that he was sure Eddie could feel. 

He felt Eddie’s thumb shift slightly against his arm, rubbing at the skin there for a moment as he sucked in another shaky breath, before he pulled his hand back against his chest, cradling it in his other hand like it had been burned. His fingers twitched.

Steve hesitated, fighting everything in him to not reach out and wipe away Eddie’s tears, since he was finally getting to see the soft spots of him, and he didn’t want to ruin that by fucking up again. He gave Eddie one last look and turned around, his leg bushing up against Eddie’s. Steve turned his head to press it into the pillow, closing his eyes and sighing.

Fuck.

He was back in the room again. There was a door on the wall across from him, but he stayed curled where he was in the corner. He knew what would happen if he went through. It was the same thing that happened every time the door appeared. 

He felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up, and he turned his head, seeing the melted flesh and bones in the corner rise and move closer, a long, shaking hand sliding across the floor towards his foot. 

He stood up slowly, stumbling on his numb legs towards the dripping-red door. It used to be white, but that was before his skin got pale and he felt tired all the time. The hand poked against the back of his leg as he grabbed the handle and turned, opening it and slipping through the small crack between the wall. Immediately after stepping through, he felt the pain shoot through him, crumpling to the floor as a cry ripped out of his throat, feeling the skin of his legs curl apart and melt into the same black color of the void-like-floor that he was laying on.

“Stop,” he begged, words caught around a sob as he tried to get up, but only falling again, his head smashing into the ground.

“Please, stop, I’m sorry,” he sobbed, desperate and gasping as he clawed the hand off of him once its tendrils got a hold on his waist. He was going to die again, wasn’t he?

Steve woke up sobbing before he could even get a proper breath in, choking on nothing and bending over, trying to get the hand off of his waist, but it held tight—finger digging in enough to hurt anymore.

It pulled him to sit up, and he sobbed again, gasping, his eyes squeezed shut. There was another hand on his cheek, and he kept his eyes closed, because he couldn’t watch this happen again. He couldn’t watch himself fall apart like that again.

“Hey, hey, Stevie,” a voice said gently, a finger rubbing across his cheek, and Steve startled, flinching back, his eyes opening finally. Everything was blurry, and the hand on his waist tugged him back closer, before moving to cup his other cheek. 

These fingers were soft. Cold. Not wet and gross-flesh.

“Just breathe, sweetheart, it’s okay,” the voice said, and Steve’s eyes focused, Eddie. Fuck, he didn’t want Eddie to see him like this. “I’ve got you, it’s okay.”

Steve tried to force air into his burning lungs, but it felt like he was inhaling water, cold and slow and chilling him down to his roots. He wanted to beg for Eddie to just end this and let him melt into the ground—but they weren’t on the ground anymore. They were on something soft. The air around him smelled like smoke and lavender and vanilla. It smelled like Eddie.

“You know where you are?” Eddie questioned gently, moving Steve’s head back to look at him again when he tried to turn away.

“Starcourt?” Steve choked out.

Eddie shook his head. “You’re at my house, Stevie. Remember? I brought you home?”

And Steve did remember, now, his body relaxing. He liked how Eddie said that. Like he brought him home after hanging out. After smoking together. After a date. Anything other than what they had been doing—Steve crying and Eddie just being polite to the broken, unraveling man that Steve was becoming.

Steve nodded, pressing his face into Eddie’s palm.

“There you go, good boy,” Eddie whispered, his thumb rubbing across Steve’s jawline, just below where it met his ear as his hand moved down to cup Steve’s neck. Steve almost whimpered in that, in his delirious and half-asleep state but he didn’t.

Eddie tugged Steve closer to him and moved him to lay back down, his face pressed into Eddie’s chest. The tips of his socked feet were sticking off the edge of the bed, now. Steve curled his knees in, one of them shifting between Eddie’s legs, his eyes closing again.

Somewhere close, he heard Eddie’s breath hitch, a warm breath of air brushing atop his scalp—lips pressed so close to his scalp—and he felt Eddie’s legs shift, an arm draped over Steve’s side, the other hooked underneath him.

“Just go to sleep, okay? It’s okay,” Eddie whispered, and if Steve had been more awake, he would have properly felt the kiss Eddie pressed to the top of his head—but instead, it was just a ghost of a thing, far away and distant.

Steve felt warm, oddly enough, against the cold body against him as he drifted back into sleep.

Heheheh two updates in one day??? UNHEARD OF. (There will still probably be one tomorrow, I was just too excited about this one to wait!!!)

taglist, which is open!:

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@randombibitch

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#steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #stranger things #steve x eddie #steddie fic #Eddie Munson fic #steve Harrington fic #steve Harrington fanfic #Wayne munson #wayne Munson fic #eddie Munson fanfic #rivals to friends #Rivals to friends to lovers #hurt/comfort #angst #wip fic #unfinished fic #stranger things au #stranger things fanfic #stranger things season three #St3

[unrelatedghosts]

These shits own my brain, one of them more than the other.

Looking at you Augustine. Get out of my head. /j

#cold front #Augustine Orlov #winnie bosko #your honour i love them #cold front game #studio investigrave #pssssst fanfic writers you should totally go and write more cold front fics because theres only about 4 really good ones #the rest are shitty unfinished oneshots #ive read all of them. #im desperate #please #ratkingart #digital art #hell yeah

[beeqisch]

i just learned thats called shotgunning anyway they're sharing a joint

+ver without the lighting

#based on a fanfic i was reading #its unfinished and i am suffering #i learned random weed terms because of it however #am i back to regular timkon posting? we'll see #timkon #tim drake #kon el #conner kent #robin #red robin #dc #young justice #my art teehee

[infinityinakiss]

avatrice au fic recommendations:

i don't think there is a single avatrice au fic that i haven't read so here are some my favorites. i tried to find ones that weren't as popular, so hopefully there are couple here you haven't read.

I want to believe by puppybusby @yashastrongarms - x files au - basically 23k of avatrice flirting while being incredibly reckless with alien shit. unfortunately, it is only a one shot that doesn't delve into their relationship, but it is so worth it. and the tension. woof.

Truly a Steadfast Love by StoicLastStand - medieval au - they have a whole series of ficlets, but this is one of my favorites. there's a tournament to win ava's hand in marriage, ava goes undercover to fight for her freedom, but she ends up falling for the very knight who everybody wants to win. i also love their lucifer au, Greater Sacrifices.

a lover, or something of mine by Smokestarrules - reincarnation au - each chapter is a different life with a different story, and i promise you, if you have anything that even resembles a heart, you will cry. i keep going back and rereading chapter 4 because apparently i love to hurt myself. i also love the world is just illusion (trying to change you) by them, it's a road trip au.

i should love you (and i swear i do) by Noteveryonefitsintothebadbitchgenre - harry potter au (fuck jk rowling) - its that trope where they're married and they talk about each other constantly but nobody actually knows they're married. their students all think that professor silva and professor young have a friendly rivalry, but there are a couple of moments that don't add up.

purple by sxftmelody - hitman au - technically, but really it's just sad, i always cry at the end. beatrice helps ava run away after a job, and slowly they open themselves up and start to fall in love. tw: major character death. also love turning page by the same author, mercenary/princess au.

in our corner of the world by definitelynotthere - roommate au - i know, i know, there's a thousand roommate aus, why would i recommend a fic that isn't even finished and will probably never get finished? i don't know, i just really love this one, and if you're like me, you'll go "ooh, two cakes" and read it anyway.

The last hero of Ogygia by jessnope - percy jackson au - specifically calypso au, ava is calypso and beatrice is the flirty hunter that washed up on her shore. it's super cute.

stay there, 'cause i'll be coming over (while our blood's still young) by britishngay - spiderman au - ava's character voice is actually designed to be spiderman, and bea is the perfect doctor lady that patches spidey up when she gets hurt. plus beatrice telling lilith to "shut up and sit down" will never not be iconic.

sunday people (sunday shines for you) by gilligankane @piratekane - another roommates au - jealous ava is back again and out for blood, specifically jenn-with-two-ns blood.

this is my prayer (I'm in love with you) by nyxtyka - my best friend's wedding/spies au - i'll be honest, this fic went to my marked for laters to die. i don't know if it'll ever be finished, but it is one of my favorite aus, i promise it'll be worth the pain.

spellbound by onomofication - witch au - beatrice is the witch in the woods that ava goes to to finally find a way to explore the world like she has always wanted to. but as she gets to know the surprisingly kind, serious, kinda-sorta witch, she discovers that maybe the world was smaller than she had once imagined. i also love another fic by this author, hit me with you best shot, which is basically a cupid au, where ava runs around trying to stop jc, a cupid, from shooting the love of her life, beatrice.

the celestial glow is blinding by understreetlights - firewatch au - did i think ava and beatrice sitting around, looking at trees, and falling love with each other through walkie talkies was going to be interesting? no, but the world loves to prove me wrong.

too cold, it's withdrawal by KatieQgle - captain america au - give this one a chance, even if you don't like marvel. beatrice is hot as fuck as bucky and honestly the winter soldier plot line needed a little sapphic yearning. come on, avatrice in the army in the 1940s, being badass and fighting nazis together? who wouldn't love that?

i have a ton more, reach out if you want them!

#is it clear that i love 15k one shots? #i'm sorry for all the unfinished ones they're just too good #and hey maybe you can manifest them updating #just don't harass the writers #fic writers are like cats stuck under a building #you have to lure them out with gentle words and treats #warrior nun #avatrice #warrior nun fanfic #avatrice fanfic #avatrice fanfiction #avatrice fic #avatrice au #also i'm sorry if i didn't tag everybody on tumblr i just suck at tumblr sometimes #some accounts i just couldn't find #if there's an account that i forgot to tag please let me know

[trashyreptilian]

I rise from the shadows and arrive with art once again-

More interactions between Mark and Him, cuz' content of them on my blog is severely lacking believe it or not lmao,, So please, have a mini collage and 3 little random drawn out scenarios. :>

#guys- #i'm trying to psych myself up to write by drawing these two #been too damn long since the last part to my unfinished fanfic #best friend au #alternate universe #fan characters #the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue #him #mark heathcliff #my art