hey! I'm Mini. I write fanfiction and draw some art occasionally. I'm from the anime community, but then my best friend dragged me in kicking and screaming. It's fine cause I like it here :) my AO3 is Revengefuel.
Bandom Summer Blowout 2023 is a combination of a big bang, where writers and creators team up to create fics with companion pieces, and a solo-writing challenge.
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Inspired by kinktober but this time christmas-y! The twelve days of kinkmas will follow the twelve days of christmas with kinky goodness 🥳 More information can be found in the collection, and don't be scared to ask me if something is still unclear!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Challenge will probably be different next year, but that remains to be seen 😘
Bandom Summer Blowout (BSB) is a collaborative bandom challenge where Writers and Creators sign up to work together to create bandom-centric works of fiction with companion pieces. The works created for this challenge will be shared as a collection on AO3 in summer 2023 for everyone to enjoy! ☀️ 🏖
BSB includes all bands and acts connected to the core group and members of Fall Out Boy, My Chemical Romance, and Panic! at the Disco, plus related canons such as the Killjoys comics or music video characters. All ships, tropes and themes are welcome in this challenge. Last year’s BSB creations can be read here on AO3.
For 2023 we will also offer a solo-writing option for writers who prefer not to commit to writing a 10k fic or aren’t interested in collaborations, but still want to be part of the challenge.
The schedule for signups will be announced soon - follow us for details.
Let the Engines Roar by abrandnewboom ( @princewardo )
Party Poison had never set out to be a traitor, but the Zones are dangerous and BLI are relentless. He’d sacrifice anything to keep his family safe. What was simple flesh worth in the face of losing Grace or the Killjoys?
[Mature, Frank Iero/Gerard Way, Fun Ghoul/Party Poison]
+ with a one shot, “Make a Wish When Your Childhood Dies” by intocooperstown ( @setting-in-a-honeymoon )
The night Party Poison disappears, he leaves Ghoul at the hands of his concerned baby brother. He wants answers.
[Teen and up audiences]
+ with a one shot, “Lick That Battery” by revengefuel ( @revengefuel ).
Apparently, the need to be inside the apartment outweighed the ever-constant feeling of betrayal he felt each time he left the desert in the middle of the night while no one was looking.
Besides, he had a deal with Grant he couldn’t afford to ignore.
Grab your sunglasses and a colorful drink of your choice and get ready for some summer reading:
The Bandom Summer Blowout collection is now live! 🎉
After many months of hard work from our writers and creators, we’re proud to present the BSB collection. From brainstorming and writing sprints to betaing and all-nighters, a ton of creativity and countless hours have gone into each and every one of these works. Check them out and shower their writers and creators with comments and kudos, likes and reblogs, and all the love and encouragement you can!
Some works have already been posted in full while others will update periodically in the coming weeks and months. Keep your eyes open for additional companion works and our spotlight posts!
And now lean back with the reading (and viewing!) device of your choice, put on some pop punk, and check out the collection! ⛱️☀️
Anyway, the prompt list for Bandom Kinktober 2022 is LIVE!! The collection is also up, so if you get very inspired and pump out the fics soon, you can post them to the collection to be revealed October 1st 🥳🖤
Same rules as last year, we're here to have fun! The discord is still up and people (18yo+) are welcome to join if they like 🖤
The 2021 collection will close on July 1st, so if you have some fics still to upload, do so before that date!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Frank Iero/Gerard Way
Characters: Frank Iero, Gerard Way
Additional Tags: Dom/sub, Domestic, Puppy Play, Anal Play, Bondage, Bratting, Workplace Sex, Technically?, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Artist Gerard Way
Summary:
Gerard is going on hour four of what he insisted would be a “short creative team meeting,” and Frank is not having it.
Maybe possibly? For a little bit of frerard? As a treat??? <3
This one I enjoyed a bit too much. I am living and playing in reunion era gentleness and not one person can stop me.
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“Get up.”
Frank’s toe punctures Gerard’s spine somewhere around the fifth vertebrae. It has to be Frank. No one else insists on wearing boots in 90 degree Southern California weather. Plus, as far as Gerard is concerned, no person other than Frank would be stubborn enough to follow him into the wilds of his backyard when there is a crisp air-conditioned studio just inside.
Gerard huffs and curls over, drawing his giant hoodie even further over his head. The grass is itchy against his skin where it draws up, but the sun is warm. He groans and swats at the five toes that graze across his nose.
“You’re disgusting,” Gerard complains.
“Get up, man,” commands Frank. “Jesus. How are you not melting out here? I thought you were allergic to the sun.”
Gerard snorts. He risks his eyes against the sun to peek at Frank’s face. It’s lost under the mirrored sunglasses, but the smile is huge. Gerard can’t remember a moment since Frank arrived that he hasn’t been smiling. It’s a bit blinding, if Gerard is honest. He’s as hopeless as a moth against a battered porch light.
Gerard lifts up a hand. “Come here.”
“Yeah no. I’m not getting fucking bug bites.”
“It’s grass.” Gerard’s hand shoots out, snagging Frank’s jeans as he tries to step back. “Come on. I thought you liked grass.”
“Yeah, fucking dad grass,” Frank mutters back, but his legs are folding and half a beat later his shoulder is knocking Gerard’s as he leans back on the earth. His arm comes up to flick the back of Gerard’s head and Gerard takes that as permission enough to roll over and press his face into the curve of Frank’s chest.
It’s quiet for a minute. And familiar. Gerard revels in the rise of Frank’s chest under his ear, and the heavy arm Frank drapes over his back. It’s been a while since they laid like this--and years and years probably since they would have dared outside--but it’s nice. Somehow they still fit.
“You’re missing the party inside,” Frank comments after a while, catching the hair at the nape of Gerard’s neck and twisting it.
“It’s just rehearsal,” Gerard mumbles. The sun is pleasant where it catches the tip of his nose peeking out from his hood. He wonders how he ever managed hiding from it all these years.
“Yeah, and we’re missing it. What are you doing out here anyway? I thought you were just sneaking a smoke not, like, fallen onto the ground like some weirdo goth statue.”
Gerard feels the pack of smoke he’s not supposed to have in his hoodie pocket guiltily. “Did anybody else notice?”
Frank snorts. “Nah, Ray was salivating over some new tech thing. I don’t know. Mikey was on the phone.” He tugs a little harder on Gerard’s hair, smoothing it back down when Gerard shivers. “You’re fine. What are you doing out here though? I thought you were cool with this?”
“It is cool,” Gerard denies.
“Uh huh. And that’s why you’re hiding out in the poison ivy?”
“It’s grass,” Gerard insists. “And it would be poison oak on this coast. You know that.”
Frank’s shoulder moves under Gerard’s ear. “You’re avoiding the question.”
“I’m correcting your botanical knowledge.”
“Yeah okay that’s it.” The shoulder under Gerard’s cheek abruptly disappears. Frank’s hands descend on his hoodie, grasping.
“Frank,” protests Gerard, aghast. Frank seizes his wrist, ready to tug him bodily from the ground. “That hurts. Let go.”
“Can’t. To your feet, soldier. It’s time to play.”
“I was just taking a break!” Gerard insists, grunting as Frank all but yanks him to his feet. “I just needed a little space to think.”
“Nope. Sorry.” Frank’s hands do not relent. Somehow Gerard ends up vertical and a little dizzy from the graceless standing. Frank’s hands are steady his shoulders. His eyes, tremendously bright, hunt Gerard down from the depths of his hoodie and pin him.
“You have every person who has ever loved you inside and you’re moping around out here like a bum,” says Frank. “Get up, you coward. Time to play with your band.”
Gerard couldn’t resist him if he tried. And he’s tried.
hellloooooo! could you do something with ray and "against change (wander through the ruins)"?
HELLO! YES I CAN!
Babies and gentlebabies....Mr. Ray Toro vs. Nostalgia (feat. Mikey Way)
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“Is that…Is that a knife?”
Ray turns. The guitar Frank’s been torturing behind him does, indeed, have a knife to its poor fretboard. Ray has the sudden impression of being hit by a bullet train. Somewhere in the back of his head, his own voice is chiming in horrified and terribly nostalgic -- are you…are you showing your butt?
Ray turns back around quickly, before his face can do the wobbly thing it’s been trying since that set down to play the setlist. A setlist. A glance at Gerard finds the fresh-faced frontman paused, frozen with one hand rolled out in front of him, a familiar expression scrawled on his face as he blinks down at Frank.
Nope. No. Ray’s chin begins to wobble. He drags his eyes away before the past can clobber him any harder. The maniacal squealing continues. Across from him, close enough their knees nearly knock, Mikey grins back at him.
And somehow that -- that -- hits Ray like the first breath of fresh air.
“I can’t believe Jamia lets him leave the house sometimes,” Mikey jokes. His hair is a shade of dark Ray hasn’t seen in years, but his hands rest on the strings of his bass firm and solid. It’s a dangerous whiplash.
Somewhere behind him Gerard loses whatever train of thought he was trying to wrangle and takes the bait with a responding grumble. Frank’s answering laugh is high and delighted. Ray knows that tone. He sighs, lifting his own guitar from around his neck.
“How long do you think they’re going to be at it?”
“Oh fifteen at least,” Mikey says. “I caught Gee arguing with himself last night. Coming up with counterpoints or something. He was muttering bad. He needs this.” With a stretch and a crack, Mikey stands. “And I need coffee. Coming?”
It is a sentence direct from a decade in the past. Ray has to shake himself before his ears believe they’re not underwater. Mikey grins down at him, snaggle-toothed and more confident than Ray’s ever believed, like he can read the memories on his face.
“Come on, Toro. If they get their reunion, we do too.”
And Mikey reaches down, tugging the end of Ray’s hair like that single moment isn’t earth-shattering.
He had figured out there was something wrong with Gerard pretty early on, but it wasn’t until Mikey was thirteen that he came into Gerard’s room and sat on his bed, staring intently before asking, “How do I die?”
***
Or, the one where Gerard is a touch starved psychic, Mikey is just trying to finish high school, Frank is the worst barista to walk this Earth, and Ray is wondering how he got stuck with a bunch of idiots.
Read HERE (rated E, check tags and read responsibly)
Rules: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better.
Tagged by: @pyrchance! <33
Favorite colors: Purple! Tho, rn I'm really liking the red and black aesthetic.
Currently reading: I just got a book called At First Light by Barbra Nickless because my parents have prime, and it seemed interesting! Tho, the only thing I know about it is that it's a murder mystery type book. fic wise, uh... a lot. A Lot. A LOT. Currently tho, I'm reading Die, My Darling by vampirexchild
Last song: Honestly? I have no idea. I CAN guarantee you that it's a Fall Out Boy song, definitely off of Infinity On High. I think it was G.I.N.A.S.F.S.
Last series: I think it was a show called AlRawabi School for Girls on netflix. it kinda made me cry, and I'm not quite sure how I feel about it. I do want another season tho...
Last movie: The Amazing Spider-Man 2, which my brother made me watch (along with all the other classic spiderman movies) for the possibility that No Way Home is gonna have the other spiderman actors, too. I am hoping that this was not for loss. I did watch venom 1 tho, which was cool, and now I NEED to see Venom 2 as soon as I can OMG
Sweet, savory, or spicy: sweet! Tho, sometimes when sweets are too much, savory.
Currently working on: my puppy play series, which I also call my Fame < Infamy series, but not because it has much, if anything, to do with the song. It's just because I pulled the names from it. Spotify said I listened to that song 48 times, okay, and I only got into it like, a couple months ago. What do you expect from me?
Tagging: I don't really have many people to tag! so uh, @coyote1027, despite knowing she Will Not see it, @throwupsparkles if you want to, @lawssword cause I'm dragging you into this, and anyone else who wants to do it!
Okay. Ugh. I did not realize how hard that question is to answer LMAO!! I'm sorry for doing that to you XD
But I think it might be Just Can't Stop Myself. I had SO much fun writing it, and I'm STILL having fun with the universe in my sequel fics (and hopefully the next one shall be posted later this month. Writers block may have killed me for a bit, but I just got one more scene to write before editing! Woop!)
4. total number of words you wrote this year:
Wow, okay, assuming I even KNOW what I wrote this year at all. XD But um, okay. So, so far, with the two fics I did on my own, adding in my current WIP, I've wrote about 28.6K this year! Wow! And adding whatever smaller wips I did, I probably wrote a good 30ish thousand words! Maybe a bit more, but I don't really feel like hunting down everything I started this year in my google docs. 30k is still a whole lot!
14. a fic you didn’t expect to write:
Definitely What A Catch. CNC has never really been super interesting to me, as with similar themes, and I never really expected to write it, nor do I feel like I will again. However, don't hold me to that! But it was really fun to write either way! I like how I was able to turn such a harsh kink into something really fluffy and sweet. Although I also never really expected to write pet play either, but here we are XD I guess this has just been a year of experiment for me, lmao.
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