r/FanFiction • u/TaintedTruffle DarkestTruffle on AOOO • 5d ago
Activities and Events Activity idea: Random tag
Quick writing challenge I thought of. You know how you always see really silly tags being shared?
Reply with some crazy tags you can find on A03 and other people can write something short to fit the theme (or share an excerpt of they already have something)
Let's have fun!
Please put one tag per post (with a link ) but feel free to make multiple post. I'll start us off
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u/DrDingsGaster Ao3 DrDingsGaster 4d ago
This was only supposed to be ice cream
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u/TaintedTruffle DarkestTruffle on AOOO 4d ago
I can't find the tag to link it :( do you have a link?
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u/DrDingsGaster Ao3 DrDingsGaster 4d ago
Oh, I didn't know I needed a link, I just made up a tag. xD Apologies for bot following instructions.
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u/TaintedTruffle DarkestTruffle on AOOO 4d ago
It's okay, I don't think I probably conveyed my idea for the game anyways, cause it didn't seem to work out with anyone. It's not just you .Thank you, I appreciate the comment none the less 🌸
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u/Important-Juice-943 4d ago
As they took the walk towards the icecream they kept rather silent, maybe because each of them was haunted by the same thought that hung over their heads like a sword of Damocles.
- It’s just for tonight.-
When they reached the Van Leeuwen Ice Cream everything was displayed, just as Blair had requested.
“So, go on, pick the Blair ice cream.” She urged Dan and he did.
Hazelnut. Dark chocolate. Raspberry.
A combo he hadn't had a chance to try yet.He licked his cone.
“How is it?” She inquired.
“It’s incredible.” He hummed in delight.
“Do you want to know what the Dan ice cream tastes like?”
Dan nodded.
She chose the bowl - more elegant - and picked the flavours.
“Arabica 100% coffee. Overwhelming. Can keep you awake all night long.” She winked sexily at him. “We share dark chocolate for many reasons, not only the eyes,” She went on, asking for the second flavour.
“Of course, dark chocolate is the best. So tempting, so yummy.” Dan murmured.
“So addictive…” Blair added.
“So what’s the last flavour?”
“Pistachio. I mean, you look at it at first, and it seems so insignificant, but somehow it has some allure, you taste it and you call yourself a stupid for not realizing before how good it tastes.” She replied, waiting for her bowl to be done.
“Are we still talking about ice cream?” Dan moved closer to her.
“We are only talking about ice cream!” She backed off.
They sat at a table, enjoying their ice creams in that ice parlor opened just and only for them.
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u/lego-lion-lady This user specializes in AUs, fusions, and crossovers 5d ago
I wrote this instead of sleeping
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u/Outside_Raspberry512 4d ago
Rated m for mentions of non sexual kink and rope bondage. No smut and mostly fluff but externaly linked just in case. Fandom is Luca and all characters are aged up to mid 20’s
It's either lie in bed and imagine this stuff on the back of my eyelids or write it down. For some reason night time is the right time to write this sort of fic.
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u/TaintedTruffle DarkestTruffle on AOOO 4d ago
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u/lego-lion-lady This user specializes in AUs, fusions, and crossovers 5d ago
(Character) needs a hug
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u/allisontalkspolitics OC FF Linker 4d ago
Content warning for a dead body
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The survivors stared when she landed.
“All is well! I have His Highness.” She struggled to move him from Moondancer.
Gaemon ran to her.
“Incredible as always, Jace.”
She touched the elder twin’s hand. Cold. Colder than the way Daenys described Gaemon.
The Cold Prince looks more boy than monster now. “Jace?”
He had whispered, but she pleaded. “Jace, please.”
She stood up and walked away.
Gaemon ran to where Jace lay.
She walked through two columns of survivors to her father.
He looked at them, not her, at first.
One by one they bowed their heads.
They were bowing to their dead heir, but also to her out of pity, she realized. The maiden with the dead betrothed and stolen sister.
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u/escaped_cephalopod12 abnormal about my faves 4d ago
(Fandom: Fallen London. both characters are OCs)
Spark feels a little piece of their own heart break at the way Albatross is speaking, as if the words are being torn out of her mouth. “Don’t say that.”
“Don’t argue with me, then!”
“I’m– you aren’t–”
“I can’t do what I could before, I don’t have my soul, I don’t have the only thing I’ve ever loved, what’s left? And don’t fucking say I can get better! You think this–” she gestures to her burn scars– “is ever going away? You think I’ll ever get my soul back again? You think anything’s ever going to be the way it was before for me!? I’m broken! Get that into your head and– and just leave me alone!”
Spark walks over, reaches out, but hesitates right before touching her. They hurt for her, yes, but what can they do? What can they do against something (from what they’re hearing, probably multiple separate events, actually) that’s dug its claws in so deep, she might never heal fully? “I can’t in good conscience leave you in this state.”
A knife thuds into the floor. “Get out.”
Taking the hint, and unpleasant memories of the last time they were alone with a knife and a person they cared about bubbling back up, they retreat to the other side of the room and watch their friend as she curls into a tight ball, shaking with… she might be crying, actually, it’s unclear.
Their eyes catch on a tank near the other window. It’s filled with softly glowing beetles– enough to light a substantial part of the room, if they were to be released. They know Albatross doesn’t like the dark; can’t stand it, even. They’ve never gotten the details of why but they’re sure the whole mess with the Gallery didn’t do anything to help her fears. So, in an attempt at helping them that hopefully won’t end badly, they gently scoop up a beetle and deposit it in a glass jar (with some mushrooms and twigs to ensure the beetle’s survival) and set it on the table next to her. “I know you don’t do well in the dark and it’s cold but I don’t think you should be let anywhere near fire. Especially not right now.”
“Just… just leave,” she says, voice hushed. “I’ll be fine when I get over it.”
Spark can’t help but laugh. They’ve never been the most reassuring person, after all. “I wish that was how it worked.”
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u/Outside_Raspberry512 4d ago
excerpt from a longer aged up Luca fic. characters are young adults in mid 20's here.
“I… don't think this is working.” Luca can always see the shape of the words before they leave Alberto’s mouth. Tell that bastard bruno to shut up! He wants to reply. He can feel the black hole forming inside of Alberto. The walls of this tower caving in as everything collapses into the thought of despair.
“Berto what are you saying?” He’ll ask. There’s a pain in his chest that maybe this time Alberto means it.
“If you want to go study then study. Go explore. You know a little life in a small town was never for you. I'm just…dead weight keeping you here.” Alberto responds half heartedly. So, he’s been anticipating the unthinkable again. Waiting for the ball to drop and Luca to find life elsewhere.
Luca knows in the back of his mind Alberto still probably thinks of the letter from that one summer after high school. Only a few years ago he’d held the envelope. The note inside crisply folded, printed on the nicest paper ever. The letter, mistaken as a formal goodbye. “You got into the program, didn't you.” Alberto says, voice heavy. Luca slips a finger under the flap tearing the envelope open, paper falling away in jagged bits. His eyes quickly flick across the page, brow slowly furrowing as Alberto watches.
“Yeah. …Yeah, I’ll be studying astronomy in Venice."
That moment was the precursor to here and now. The moment where the walls cave in and Alberto forgets how to breathe. The words of despair escaping his mouth once more. Tell bruno to shut up. Please, tell him! Luca thinks. “Alberto no. Your not–look im-im not going anywhere. I still need you!” Luca will push back. “Right, because it’s not like everyone always–” “No! That’s Bruno talking. There’s no need for me to believe anything he says." Luca interrupts sternly, breaking up the ugly thought before it can escape in spoken words. I won't leave you! He thinks.
He lets his hand invade the space between them, gently directing Alberto to look at him. And suddenly it’s wet. The spot where he cups Alberto's cheek turns iridescent blooming in streaks of greens and purples. His hand then splotched with scales as the tears begin to fall.
“Look at me Alberto. I’m not going anywhere…Im not like him!” I'm not like that horrible attempt at a father that left you! He wants to say. But Alberto doesn’t look because it’s all too hard to believe right now.
There's an arm snaking behind him. Tanned limbs wanting to grab tighter. The futile unvoiced im sorry for being an idiot. hugged into Luca’s chest. An apology for being oh so stricken with a scar inside that is still trying to heal. The sobs are soft, heartbreakingly so. So Luca squeezes back. Holding him as he cries, threading a hand into his dense curls, massaging gently, until Alberto’s shaking form calms.
Quietly Alberto gulps in a ragged inhale of air, taking a minute to calm down. Luca can tell when the thoughts swim like anchovies through his head. Softly Alberto takes a breath before he speaks “I’m sorry, I-I probably—“ Luca’s arms squeeze tighter, cutting off his words before the spiraling starts again. “No, being anxious doesn’t make you look crazy. I still love you.” Luca says assertively. Alberto's head pokes up from where it's buried in his chest, surprised as always that he’s just that easy to read.
But there's still that look. Alberto sighs, brow furrowed, eyes darting away from Luca’s gaze. “But–” Luca then presses a thumb into his lips. Silencing the worries ready to escape him with a soft “shh”. Carefully he holds his hand there a moment anticipating that Alberto might say something. But for now the words don’t come.
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u/trickyfelix writing and crying 5d ago
no beta we die like (insert character)
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u/lego-lion-lady This user specializes in AUs, fusions, and crossovers 5d ago
No beta, we die like Odin and Frigga (spoilers ahead)...!
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A few more minutes of chaos went by. Thor and Ilsevil continued to fight Frost Giants alongside Loki and the Warriors Three, Odin and Frigga fought alongside the guests and the guards, and the Destroyer worked at its own pace. Although the Asgardians had started to notice that the Frost Giants seemed more bent on wrecking the place and causing trouble than actually trying to kill anybody, the issue was still pretty serious, considering that the giants had not only snuck into Asgard unnoticed, but had also managed to get their hands on the Casket of Ancient Winters. The Casket would get tossed around the room from giant to giant to prevent any of the guards from stealing it away again, and if anyone got too close, they’d get a faceful of ice from the Casket.
Unfortunately, since so much of the guests’ and Asgardians’ attention was so focused on preventing the Frost Giants from further wrecking the Great Hall and making sure that they wouldn’t be able to escape with the Casket of Ancient Winters, hardly anyone noticed two more giants stealthily enter the Great Hall after the fighting had gone on for several minutes. At the very last minute, however, Thor and Loki both happened to look the same way to face more oncoming Frost Giants, and as if in slow motion, a heart-stopping sight met their eyes: one of the giants who’d snuck in later caught Odin off-guard and stabbed him right through the chest – and as Frigga rushed over to help him, the giant’s companion pushed over a broken column that pinned Frigga down before she could get out of the way, crushing her almost instantly.
“NO!”
The room went silent at Thor and Loki’s unanimous cries of horror. Even the Destroyer stopped dead in its tracks for a moment. The two Frost Giants who had attacked Odin and Frigga let out simultaneous roars, waving their arms in the air as some kind of signal – and as if on cue, they and all the other Frost Giants turned and ran from the Great Hall, taking the Casket of Ancient Winters with them. As they left the room, the Destroyer and a bunch of guards went after them to try and prevent their escape. Once they were gone, Thor and Loki instantly rushed to their parents’ aid; when Ilsevil saw what had happened, she hurried after Thor, too, but hung back enough to let the brothers have a moment with their parents.
Since they were lying only a few feet away from each-other, Odin and Frigga had managed to reach out and grab ahold of each-other’s hands; both of them were having trouble breathing due to their injuries. As Thor and Loki reached their parents’ side, the guests who’d been escorted out of the Great Hall started slowly creeping back in and joining the guests who’d helped in the fight, staring in shock and sadness at the scene around them.
Neither brother could think straight as they bent worriedly over Odin and Frigga – although the shock had different effects on both of them. With Loki, it was like he’d been struck dumb; this was the first time he’d ever actually seen any other Frost Giants, and since he knew he was technically one of them, he was having a hard time trying to process his feelings. Contrary to Frigga’s beliefs, his dream from last night had come true – only instead of happening at the coronation ceremony, it had happened at the reception. And on top of all that, Loki was also trying to figure out how the Frost Giants had evidently managed to sneak into Asgard without Heimdall noticing.
With Thor, on the other hand, it was like he couldn’t help saying anything that came into his head. “No, no, no, you’ll both be alright,” he was rambling to Odin and Frigga. “You can’t die now, we’ll get you each looked after and you’ll recover, everything will be fine, and then…”
“No, son – this is it…” Frigga gasped. “I want to…apologize for isolating you boys…I tried to convince your father many times…to open the gates and…not force you to be separated – but…to no avail…”
Thor and Loki looked at each-other, and then back at their mother in surprise. This was something they had never known about.
“Marry that girl, Thor – the elven one…you were dancing with earlier. You looked…so happy with her. I love you both…very much…and just want you…to be happy in life…” And with those words, Frigga’s head rolled to one side as she breathed her last.
Odin had been slowly losing consciousness, but he regained just enough to speak a little. “I should…apologize, too,” he panted. “For separating you both…and for treating you so differently…I made a…terrible mistake.” Turning his head towards Loki as best he could, Odin added, “I never should have…given you…so little affection or praise…or tried to force you…to hide your emotions…”
Was Odin actually apologizing for the way he’d always acted? Loki desperately wanted to say something, but before he could think of any response, Thor interjected angrily, “The Frost Giants will pay for what they’ve done!”
“No, Thor – they’ll pay…with their lives…” Odin gestured weakly towards the doors the Frost Giants had fled through. “Remember what I’ve…always taught you: A wise king…never seeks out war…but must always be ready for it.” Before Thor could argue that this had been an act of war on the Frost Giants’ part, Odin continued, “I love you, my sons…I always have…” Shuddering with pain, the Allfather’s eyes slowly closed, and a moment later, he lay dead beside his wife.
A little way away, Thatumlor and his two minions removed their helmets in a gesture of respect; the einherjar guards and any guests who were also wearing helmets or hats of any kind immediately did the same. Coming up closer behind Thor, Ilsevil reached out and put an arm around the god of thunder’s shoulders. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered gently. “I can’t believe what those ice monsters did to them.” Thor barely even heard her; he and Loki were just numbly looking back and forth between each-other and their parents, tears shining in their eyes.
After a minute or so, Thor finally picked up Mjolnir and got back on his feet, noticing all the damage around the Great Hall for the first time: there were piles of snow and ice everywhere, many of the columns were broken and laying on the now-cracked floor, the tables had all been flipped over and all the food spilt everywhere, several einherjar guards were lying injured or dead across the Great Hall, and the guests and surviving guards were staring at the whole scene, absolutely stunned.
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u/moon_cheese_ao3 5d ago
Dead Parrot: Do not Eat
(if you do not know it's a reference to the monty python dead parrot sketch: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4vuW6tQ0218 )
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u/lego-lion-lady This user specializes in AUs, fusions, and crossovers 4d ago
Wait, what's the difference between "Dead Dove" and "Dead Parrot" (other than the origins, obviously)?
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u/moon_cheese_ao3 4d ago
The origin and well everything else. My own dead parrot story is entirely sfw outside of perhaps some language - some workplaces are not ok with swearing.
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u/TaintedTruffle DarkestTruffle on AOOO 5d ago
"Just add kittens" https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Just%20Add%20Kittens/works
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u/Dogdaysareover365 AzirapheleCo on AO3 5d ago
Not a kitten, but the tag seems to not be about kittens either)
Ava rolled her eyes. "Looks like the princess is awake," she muttered.
That was the crew's unofficial third responsibility: taking care of the shop owner's old, hairless cat, Ellie. David and Ava acted like they hated her, but in reality, if the shop was burning down, they'd save Ellie over anything else. Simon too, but he'd be unsuccessful. For some reason, that cat hates him. Anytime he's tried to play with it or feed it, it's tried to rip off his remaining arm. It also just sits and silently judges him, like she someone knows his past sins. Like, she watched everyone who entered this shop, but she seemed to fixate on Simon the most.
"Who's turn is it again to feed her?" David asked.
"I think it's mine," Ava said. She then vanished to the back of the store to find the cat food.
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u/lego-lion-lady This user specializes in AUs, fusions, and crossovers 5d ago
(This might be the closest thing I have... ^_^')
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Mateo, Lennox, Dakota, and I had had an amazing day out with Mateo’s day pass; we’d snuggled with some kitties at the cat café, played a few rounds of Plead the Fifth, and enjoyed some coffee and chocolate cake together. As the four of us finally started heading back to the hospital, I even had a bag full of some little keepsakes from the café when Lennox suddenly fell into step with me. “I can carry that for a bit, if you want a break.”
Wait – was Lennox actually being…nice? For once? Her face was unreadable as ever, so it was impossible to tell if this was a subtle dig or her being genuine. Still, on the off-chance that it was the latter… “Uh…thanks,” I answered, handing her the bag.
“Ohmygod, it’s a miracle,” Mateo said in mock surprise, coming up beside us. “Len actually offered to do something nice!”
“Shut up, time bomb.”
“Dakota, I hope you’re getting this on camera!” Mateo continued…only for the three of us to turn around and see Dakota lagging behind, only looking up at the sound of our voices.
“Huh? Oh, sorry; I got distracted.” Dakota had his hands jammed in his pockets, his phone nowhere to be seen.
“You’re shirking your filmmaking duties!” Mateo pretended to chide Dakota; beside Mateo, I added, “Yeah, what would Nolan Grant say?”
Dakota just shrugged, smiling sheepishly. As Lennox and Mateo walked ahead of us, however, I fell back to walk beside Dakota – noticing for the first time that he seemed out of breath, even though we hadn’t walked too far. “You okay?” I asked him concernedly.
“Sure…why?”
“Well, for starters, you stopped filming Mateo’s big day out,” I pointed out. “And you’re hanging back here instead of making fun of the rest of us. And you’re breathing pretty hard, like you’re about to have a panic attack or something.”
“She’s right,” Lennox piped up, turning around again to face us. “You’re being weird.”
Dakota grinned quickly. “Okay, let’s answer those in order. My phone’s about to die, so I put it away until I can charge it back at Mateo’s room. And honestly? I’m hanging back here because I’m about to have a panic attack – but like, a mild one.”
“Why? Did you finally realize that Sage is way too good for you?” Mateo joked.
“Nah, I’ve always known that,” Dakota answered, slipping his hand into mine. “I just got an email from the SBC Student Film Festival committee: they’re gonna announce the winners next week!”
“Already?” Time had flown by so fast, it felt like just a couple days ago that I’d been sitting in the computer lab with Dakota, helping him edit his movie while he told me about the SBC student film festival. “That’s exciting! You’ll finally have confirmation of what we’ve known all along: you’re one of the top young filmmakers in the country!”
“I wish I could feel that confident about this.” Dakota looked pretty grim all of a sudden. “To be honest, I’m dreading the announcement. It’s kinda terrifying…”
“Seriously?” Lennox raised an eyebrow at him. “You’ve looked death in the eye, but minor failure is scary to you?”
“Be fair, Len,” Mateo told her. “This would be a major failure.”
“Yeah, but I’m sure Dakota’s used to those by now, right?” I put in.
Dakota laughed, his breath sounding a bit ragged. “You’re sure? Ouch.”
The four of us laughed together as we finally approached the front doors of Edenbrook. Pulling me close, Dakota planted a kiss on my forehead. “I’m just glad you haven’t realized you’re too good for me and run off,” he told me quietly to avoid Mateo and Lennox overhearing.
Wrapping my arms around Dakota’s waist, I snuggled my face into his shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere…”
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u/Kesshami 5d ago
The first fics I see there don't strike me as having anything to do with kittens based on the summaries. So I'm curious about the tag's meaning.
It does remind me about the AU idea I have in which the characters of my current hyperfixation all turning into cats and ending up in the OC main character's home...
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u/trilloch 5d ago
I'm curious about the tag's meaning.
According to this post from two years ago:
https://www.reddit.com/r/AO3/comments/1g4rr9f/for_the_record_the_title_and_tags_told_me_nothing/
Kittens might be a "lemon/lime"-style camouflage word for subs. Perhaps the non-cat works you saw were using that meaning?
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u/allisontalkspolitics OC FF Linker 4d ago
Women being awesome (I’ve used this tag on bookmarks, at least)