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You keep tempting me with your fan writing. So I'm gonna throw a curveball your way and give you my big stink, Whisper.
A rather drool look overcame the corpse’s expression as she tugged at her scarf. A glimpse of her skeletal finger, of rotten flesh oozing off the bone. Her sibling stared at her a mere distance away, a small sigh from the hybrid. He feels blessed he has none of the burdens the living contain. No doubt the decay was an odor so foul, even a Muk wouldn't dare go near. For a brief moment, Eudai believed Whisper to be contemplative in this light. A rare but welcome sight to the usual theatrics and glee that came flowing from her mouth.
But the time was short-lived. A manic grin transformed her expression mere moments later, the corpse easily popped a disjointed finger back into its socket.
Another sigh from Eudai. His sister was as unpredictable as ever…
#Very short but#I have to remember these are warm ups anyway#Fan writings#As you can see I'm going back to these
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✞ The King’s Feast ✞
Urd Geales X FemReader!
✞ angst
✞ TW: gore, mentions of death, mentions of blood, reader’s death, impossible love, tragic ending.
❥ I wanted to delete this, thinking it’s not good enough but @theorphanprince made me post it. Her wish is my command. (.づ◡﹏◡)づ. I also believe I fell even harder for this man only by writing this bloody thing. I love a cold man with a warm heart.
【 I also want to mention that reader is a violonist. Urd is kind of a cruel ruler here. Oops. 】
Promise this is the last time I kill y’all ( or not ;) ).
『 Her nostrils almost bleed from the bitterly cold winter air. It’s a terrible blizzard outside. Snow is no joke in Moscow, even the toughest man, would think twice before stepping out poorly dressed in such a frozen land, which is now dominated by the red apocalypse. Even with the city full of monsters, evil, cruel people and vampires, the blizzard is still a problem.
But can a matter of life and death— like the apocalypse as an example — can compare to losing the ability to delight your own soul through pure talent? Of course not! Y/n would rather lose her head! Alas, she would rather end up beaten and humiliated, naked, on the stage of the great theater than this! Her heart becomes dominated by a cold similar to the one outside, as she looks desperately at her hands.
Both hands were missing a finger. The left hand was missing the middle finger, the other, was missing the index finger. The rest of the fingers were crushed unevenly. Some have no nails, some are still bleeding even through the thick bandages and all are completely paralyzed. I think I have described enough, it is clear that she can never play the violin again! A sad misfortune upon the artist who some time ago was immersed in her work! You can almost cry just by looking at her sitting motionless for hours, in the same shabby armchair, looking at her hands. Her face being devoid of any facial expression, empty. On the inside, in her inner space, we may even find some spider webs.
The devil who did this… or rather, the devils, were her opera colleagues. A terrible act of jealousy. All of this just because she was getting special attention from the King himself, Urd Geales! After the performance, a handful of artists forcibly held her down and crushed her fingers by repeatedly slamming a large oak door. The fire was burning terribly in the room, the heat was quite stifling especially from the commotion going on inside. In short, it was starting to stink. The screams and the smell of blood attracted attention, so fear grew in their hearts. Panicked that they had run into trouble, they started to argue for a minute. One of the devils — the most ambitious to hinder our artist — took a pocket-knife and cut as much as he could. Two fingers. One was enough if you ask me. If he had time back then, he would have cut them all. What a sadistic and disgusting act! Not only did y/n end up with flattened fingers, but he also wanted to cut them all off! Tell me then, readers, what is worse between a vampire and a human?! My soul fills with rage when I think about what they did to y/n!
If I'm angry, Urd is even more so! He has an enormous love for y/n. However, it is not certain whether it’s mutual. You see, this artist is very strange. However, her strangeness was the reason he fell for her! Since the first day they met, about a year ago. It was still winter. But the scenario does not take place in a room warmed by a vintage fire, but outside in the heart of the frost. A couple, back then, tried to escape from the theater. The truth is that they succeeded. Their bad luck was that just then the noble Urd was having his walk! Terrible luck, to run into the King of Russia when you’re trying to escape his authority! It is clear what happened to the couple, there is no point in telling you more. He handled it himself. The snow beside him was stained with blood. His cold gaze was directed at this morbid scenario. How much the blood stood out, just as his genius mind often stood out. Urd's intelligence is truly fascinating but also terrifying. Terrifying exactly like the blood on the snow. How ironic! Am I right?
" Human. Are you trying to escape too? “ and now his icy gaze lands on y/n, appearing out of nowhere and thinly dressed with a white sheepskin ushanka on her head, plus a pair of old gloves. Back then she was relatively new to that theater of horror, where people were tortured to entertain the bloodthirsty immortals.
" No. I do not wish to escape, your highness. “ Her voice was calm and the vampire's powers of deduction led him to the conclusion that she was telling him the truth. It was still a concern. Was she looking for him? "I want to perform alone at the show tonight. Of course, with your permission, your highness. "
" Human. " he pauses, a little tense. He doesn't understand. This woman is in front of him, the King! Maybe it’s blind courage or she’s just insane! The proud vampire that often displays a superior side to the others progenitors, decided to not bring up his status since it’s clear that she is aware of who is standing in front of her. But for God’s sake! Is she not even intimidated by the death scene in front of her? That irritates him the most. " Let’s get over the fact that you dare to talk to me, when I’m alone, you being unsupervised and without permission to see me and to talk to me. You, a mere weak human. Even dare to ask for a favour. Are you not able to notice what's in front of you? " with a gesture of his hand, he shows the corpses and the blood well embedded in the snow. Y/N just smiles as she exhales lightly against her lips and a steam from the cold comes out and disappears just as quickly.
" I'm only interested in my genius condition, my work. And your genius condition, your majesty, King Urd Geales, has drawn my attention ever since I came here. I want to ask this favor from you, because only you will truly understand my art. When it comes down to it, it's not death that scares me. What truly scares me it's not being able to reach my maximum human potential. So spilled blood won't turn me off the road. “ She bent down slightly, picking up a lump that splendidly absorbed the blood into its essence. The vampire's eyes widen, watching in amazement as she bites into the bloody snowball. She looks at him straight in the eyes, without a trace of fear, nothing can be found in her gaze. " I have tasted a little of your mind. May I carry it inside, as long as I live in this ephemeral body! What an honor! I already feel more inspired! Thank you! " that evening, she started performing alone. And ever since that evening, her incredible talent — oh! — both humans and vampires, all of Moscow was left shocked by the favorite violinist of the great progenitor, Urd Geales!
For Y/n, it does not matter if it is harmony on earth or apocalypse. Some people say that she doesn’t care if she is seen as a livestock, clown or a human being. She doesn’t even care if she is loved or not. Her whole purpose, all that mattered to her, was playing the violin. Urd’s strange puppy of a girl. She has no personality, no soul, no heart, no conscience, all of her was only art, absorbed only by her own genius! I think these are malicious gossip thrown at her though. Cursed be the gossip and man's ability to use it! Her passion is etheral, both pure and ambitious! But I do doubt that she noticed how Urd fell for this passion, her passion. It was completely ridiculous, he would never admit such a pathetic feeling like love for a livestock! But here is, after all. He was somewhat content to admire her only from a distance, like a sinner who cannot get too close to heaven. Sometimes he can lose his patience, he wanted more, not being able to control this wave of feelings but he calmed down everytime he watched her perform. Her work seems specially created for only the Gods to see and hear. Even the oldest skeleton would drop a tear involuntarily.
But this mystical bird, which was the favorite of the sun, has met its end now. She can no longer fly or sing, she is cursed to live as a normal person now. Like a banality. Maybe waiting for death to knock on her door. It wasn't easy for Y/N. The longer she remains in the room, the harder it’s for her to breathe from the cruel heat. Like she's doomed to melt like a candle to death. Until her skin starts to ooze and blister until all that's left is a puddle on a dusty rustic rug. A puddle made of her flash and endless tears.
She cannot accept such punishment! So when her lovesick vampire comes to pay her a visit, he notices how she and the violin are missing, the window wide open. Snowflakes aggressively coming in and almost extinguishing the fire since the fireplace is placed close to the window.
At first, he wanted to call for help, make a fuss, ordering the servants to look everywhere for the woman he was blindly in love with. However, as mentioned earlier, Urd owns a great intelligence. It didn't take him long to find where she is. In fact, y/n had been waiting for him there. Leaning against the tree, her broken violin by her side — before her escape, it was intact, perhaps she thought of dragging the instrument with her — she smiled numbly at him. She looked like a dead woman. Ugh! Her lips were blue, her eyelashes fluttered from time to time, and they were covered with heavy snow. Her eyes no longer sparkled like before. She is wearing a white nightgown, far too thin for this scenario. There was blood on her lap from the bandages she tried to remove. The fingers were the first to frostbite, but she can’t feel that anymore, since they are paralyzed. Oh, and how she used to take care of them during winter! Her priceless fingers! Always wearing her expensive gloves.
The man wants to come closer but is stopped by y/n’s voice. “ I don't want to become a vampire. I refuse such a nonsense. " silence fell. The blizzard suddenly subsides. Geales stubbornness is finally showing, he kneels in front of her, tearing with his claws the white material from her pale neck, like he lost all of his control! "I said I refuse! " she shouts at him with her remaining strength, making him stop. " Everything left from my work… will disappear if I become immortal. I wanted to excel as a human, to prove what a human being could do. I've been aiming for this for as long as I can remember! Better dead than to be subjected to hell! Please, don't destroy what I have left, my love...". Oh my! Maybe the feelings were mutual in the end. But her goals were always first on the line! The curse of being in love with an obsessed artist!
His hands, gripped by anger, clutch her shoulders. His eyes tremble like he’s about to cry! Hard to believe at first, but Urd is quite sensitive, especially when it comes to y/n. “ Did you… somehow… want me to come here, to grant you a wish? " the woman's frozen and satisfied smile is enough of an answer.
"You always have an extraordinary power of deduction. That’s why I like to always ask small favors from you. What a shameless woman I am! Giving you no attention and still crying for your help! But I do not have enough time for this conversation. Forgive me and please, lay me down nicely on the snow. " her words is his command. Urd’s hand gently takes her head, the other holds her waist tightly and slowly places her on the snow.
“ And now? “
“ Please feast upon my heart! “ It made sense. They are in the place where they first met a year ago. And back then she feasted on the snow full of the blood he spilled, eager to keep a small part of him in her. " Even if I die, at least I know I'm going to put the seed of my genius in you, so it will never go away. Because my art was made with a big heart and love beyond measure! Only you, who love me, can save what drains from me into nothingness. "
On the day when the blizzard had stopped, in the distance, Moscow could watch with horror — or simple curiosity — as The King of Russia, their feared king, snatched from the body of a beautiful woman, her heart. Holding it like he just picked a fresh juicy fruit. Blood flowed like a waterfall between his long fingers. The heart still beating, he grips it tighter to make sure it won't slip. Urd could feel every vein. Pff! He has done this countless times but now it feels like his heart was ripped away too. Realizing that their love was impossible from the start.
The difference was that y/n realized that before him. In order to avoid this suffering… in order to avoid a tragedy for both of them, she distracted herself with her goals until she became addicted to it. The Second Progenitor could never be her first priority but she did had a small reserved space in her for him.
What a way to die! On verge of death, watching your lover eat your heart out. Biting off the organ with an angry expression, the fangs went in smoothly as if it’s biting into an apple!
❝ That’s the King’s feast! ❞
That’s what Muscovites say. 』
#urd geales#urd#urd geales x reader#fanfiction#fan writings#vampirecore#vampire#vampirism#vampiric#owari no seraph imagines#owari no seraph angst#angst#owari no seraph#owari no seraph x reader#seraph of the end#urd geales x reader imagines#urd geales x reader scenario#urd geales scenario#urd geales x you
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ThirsTeaSaint’s JJK Masterlist (>")> *✲ﾟ*｡⋆
Short reads I hope you enjoy! Inbox always open for asks/requests! I mostly deal with adult and curse characters. Reblogs are most appreciated!
*Notice: Most of my work is sfw, but minors please do not interact. My blog contains n/sfw content. Anonymous asks, please be 18+
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My Headcanons (￣ω￣;)
Nanami’s restaurant pattern
Nanami likes spicy food
Nanami and metal music
Choso listens to Ghost
Sukuna rarely lies, but...
Listen. Sukuna being lil spoon
Choso listens to HIM
The Curses’ favorite snacks! - New!
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JJK x Reader scenarios (´ω｀*)
Sukuna tries to comfort you
Choso likes when you ramble
It started with a sandwich (Nanami)
Pocky with Gojo
Sukuna lets you do his nails/claws
Telling Choso a “knock, knock” joke
Telling Choso a vampire joke
Fluff Sukuna HCs with you
Sukuna and your eyes
“You’re leaving?” Nanami x sorcerer! reader - New!
❅ Winter Edition ❅
Xmas season with Nanami
Mistletoe with a lawyer
Quiet evening with Shoko
Toji’s special gift
Perfect dinner with Ijichi
Gojo and cake
Movie night with Geto
Wine for Utahime
Where’d the cookies go?!
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Drabbles φ(．．)
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Thanks for reading! (＾＾)b
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#fan writings#jujutsu kaisen headcanons#jjk headcanons#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen scenarios#jjk scenarios#mdni#long post#saint's jjk masterlist#saint writes
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i do unironically think the best artists of our generation are posting to get 20 notes and 3 reblogs btw. that fanfic with like 45 kudos is some of the best stuff ever written. those OCs you carry around have some of the richest backstories and worldbuilding someone has ever seen. please do not think that reaching only a few people when you post means your art isn't worth celebrating.
#i often wonder about how many things would be considered classic or high art had they only received the marketing#how many short films that were made for class could have been the most powerful thing you'd ever seen? if you'd seen them?#“you know the greatest films of all time were never made” etc etc#but like. these works of art ARE being made. it's just enjoyed by a smaller audience with equal impact though#i think about this one furry i used to follow on insta who had the coolest worldbuilding ever. it's been years.#thought prompted by that sketch of nimona from ten years ago that was just for a character design#posted to the creator's tumblr and now it's nominated for best animated feature film at the oscars#and by the genuine emotional reaction a fan comic made me feel. how much work had gone into it. how beautiful it was to me.#idk what to tag this but i hope whoever needs to hear it does#writing#writer#fandom#fandom culture#artist
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•Normalize Fanart for Fanfics Again You Fools•
It's not cringe anymore (it SHOULDN'T be cringe anymore), just do it. You're doing something you enjoy, who cares what anybody else says! So spread the words my fellow internet brethren.
Spread the Word :)
#fanfic#fanfiction#fanart#normalizefanartforfanfics#normalize fanart for fanfics#wattpad#archive of our own#ao3#fanfiction.net#quotev#crossover#crossovers#fandom#fandoms#readerinsert#reader insert#xreader#x reader#oc#oc's#au#alternate universe#podfic#pod fic#fic rec#fanart for fanfic#fanartforfanfic#fanart for others#fan fiction#fan fic writing
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Reblog for a larger sample size!
No "show results", if you're not a fanfic writer just be patient.
I saw a post about an anon saying it was embarrasing to have an ao3 account in your 30s (it's absolutely not), so I want to do a poll and see what the age range actually is.
#sam polls#fanfic#ao3#fanfiction#fan fic#fan fiction#writing#authors#writblr#fanficblr#wattpad#quotev#live journal#fanfic.net
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#ao3fic#ao3#ao3 memes#fan fiction#fan fic writing#fan fic writers#fan fiction memes#those 16 bookmarks mean the world to me#this is literally me
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me when the READER in the X READER has a name:
like babe the fic ate but i do NOT look like an Aurora🙁
#bucky barnes x reader#peter parker x reader#bruce wayne x reader#din djarin x reader#steve harrington x reader#john price x reader#simon riley x reader#joel miller x reader#writing#fan fiction#fanfic#authors of tumblr#kurogxrix talks
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The secret wish is to write a fanfic that someone loves so much they make fan art of it, or to create a drawing that someone creates an entire fic based off of it.
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Female characters who are the sole voice of reason <<<<<<< Female characters who think of themselves as the sole voice of reason but who are actually just as insane as those around them
#meryl stryfe#trigun meryl#trigun#trigun (1998)#I haven’t actually seen tristamp#but based on the gif sets and clips I’ve seen I think it’s still accurate#weiss schnee#yeah I’m a rwby fan so what#there are probably more examples but modern media is sooo bad at writing female characters that I can’t think of any#also old time media#all media is bad at writing female characters#anywho if anyone reblogs this can they put their fav insane lady blorbo in the tags
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A friend sent this to me today and I feel attacked😅
#chenford#the rookie#fanfiction#ao3#fanfic#fan fiction#a03 fanfic#ao3 fic#read on ao3#archive of our own#writing problems#writers of tumblr
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��� To never underestimate the passage of time! ✞
Ferid Bathory X FemReader!
✞ angst.
✞ TW: Ferid is the biggest tw. Mentions of death.
I wish that my first post is for my dear best friend @theorphanprince . I love you, thank you for everything! You are an ocean of inspiration, truly splendid by its own nature, your soul never fails to amaze me! De asemenea, ești o gagică mișto, hai te pup șmecherio!;)
He held her tightly in his arms, too bad it almost hurts so much, as if her skeleton was going to snap - not even the smallest bone would escape from such a lovely well-made trap! Ah, how nice it would pop though! I like to imagine that everything would break to the rhythm of the piano keys, when "Moon Sonata" is sung with pathos — for only the moon can offer beauty to such scenes or even morbid thoughts. Even my terrifying descriptions, in the sunlight, they would become ridiculous. Too much would be seen ( to my shame as an amateur and lazy author )! Ah, alas, I did it again! I distracted you from the real story! I don't think I was made to read children bedtime stories. Lucky for me, this one is for adults — and lucky for you, it’s a short one!
Ferid, Ferid, Ferid and again, Ferid! Ferid Bathory!! Applause for him! To this splendid prince! So charming and mysterious, a good girl’s dream of a bad boy! He is rarely seen without his role as a clown in Shakespeare's plays. But now I would describe him as a protagonist, a sad and old hero, in a tragic love story! Italians shall cry at the table with their pasta and with Romeo and Juliet.
Oh, Ferid. Alas, so long he insists on holding her in his cold arms, as if… as if she was going to turn into sand!! He must — for the sake of his own desperation — catch every strand. Before the tide steals a part of her figure forever, or even before it takes everything away from him. As you can see, we are talking about waves. Waves from great storms, with drowned pirates and hungry mermaids, followed by the cries of orphans as they watch how their father figures never return home.
But who was that wave? Maybe the past that still thinks about haunting, like a bored ghost in the cemetery, fed up with the silence of others. It can't be, it can't be! But wait! Who was he to fight the inevitable?
However, let's see some other possibilities! It must be searched with great patience if you really want to find the answer burning in our throats. What could go wrong for Ferid? Well, many things made him miserable in his life... alas, he lived badly. As both human and vampire. Has he ever kept up with all his misfortunes? I mean, at one point, they kept coming and coming, I’m sure he started to not pay attention to them anymore. Until now… .
I know! I found it! Everyone's feared weapon when they get their hands on something ephemeral: time. Like a little girl who fears that her rose is dying, like a woman who worries that she is getting older. Time takes everything, my dear readers. There is nothing time can’t take. We all have debts. We all owe time. Even when it comes to immortals, time manages to steal a few things. Maybe it doesn't really take everything, there remains a bitterness on this earth - that's why they are immortal. But time, to them, is like a seagull flying towards your food.
Y/n, oh, precious she! It reminded him of the humanity he didn't get to enjoy, but he enjoyed it through her. Sleeping, skin care, needing to go to the bathroom or eat a well-prepared meal. Things that no longer had meaning for him, look, through her, they’ve gotten one! Isn't this a beautiful gift for mortals? To enjoy simple things? I say it's very beautiful and Ferid totally agrees with me. He began to feel alive through her, to get rid of that boredom and that hatred held deep for time, which at one moment seemed to spite him. He didn't need much, really. Although his exterior is as extravagant as can be, I assure you that this bloody nobleman, carries a simple heart in his chest. Like most of us, too.
Here comes the bug. It would be such a shame, if not even terrible, for Ferid to subject y/n to a life like his. Immortality drains you. It's true, you stay young and beautiful, that can be attractive at first. However, let's not jump into such a dangerous offer, just… just look at the price! Internal rot is not worth it!! You will begin to have serious breakdowns from not being able to identify yourself properly. The best advice is to not dare become immune to time and death, you pay dearly! Ah, ... but Ferid never wanted to pay dearly, to have eternal beauty and youth — he was so small and unhappy from the beginning. His childhood was so bad, I swear, you could say he had already tasted immortality, right from the start! But enough, that's enough! I better stop with these descriptions. Everyone will be very sad if I continue! And Ferid is tired of being stuck in those memories anyway, that's why he adored his lover. With her, he is slowly moving on like a mortal, over all those terrible episodes. To live in the present! It is something, as a vampire, to be able to enjoy the present once in a while. Without thinking about the expensive payment… .
Wait! He realizes that he may be paying right now! It sounds crazy but it's completely normal for somebody like him to experience this! Just as we are surprised that a bitter week has passed like lightning, for them it is years, decades—centuries! Oh my! It is natural for him to think that at this moment, it’s happening, again! Maybe if he stops the hug, oblivious to the passing of minutes and hours, he'll wake up with Y/N already dead. Oh, sweet Juliet, held all her life in the arms of a terrible bastard! We shall cry rivers together, for her tormented soul!
And with an extraordinarily agitated movement, he breaks the loving embrace to gaze in horror at her face. His eyes and hands were shaking terribly, if he wasn't a vampire, I would dare say his forehead was also sweating from the whirlwind of emotions.
And if he wasn’t a vampire, I would also dare to say that he breathed a sigh of relief. That horrific image didn't happen.
,, You act like you are cutting your first tree! What have gotten into you again? Who holds the sword over your head? " she decides to tease him innocently, the goal being obviously to calm him down. Ferid of course doing the same at the times when y/n is tense.
“I'm afraid the sword is pointed at you, my dove. "
,, Although I like to see that you are capable of concern, I would prefer that you no longer have any reason when it comes to me. " her hands reach for his neck, looking at him with curious eyes, eager to discover more. What a beautiful and confident smile she has! Ferid, maybe out of embarrassment, looks away, a gesture that makes y/n giggle.
"This is hard! You know it too! I’m not ready to let you go. Not now… maybe not ever! " and his face gets scrunched up. The opposite cheek is poked by her finger, specifically to turn his gaze and look at her straight in the eyes.
" But you are ready. You don’t need to be dependent on me! “
“ Maybe… I need to. I don’t know any other way to live! “ delicately, he ends up holding her face in his still shaking hands.
“ Ferid, blink now, I promise I'm not going anywhere." her hand touches his cheek as she makes him do this calming exercise again. So he closes them, relishing the warmth of her skin against his, his glacier cheek.
He opens them. The waves are calmer, although there is still a little wind. In front is a sandcastle knocked down by the water, and her hand is gone. It's quiet, no sign of any playful giggles. She died decades ago.
This is what happens when you underestimate the passage of time.
#anime#anime x reader#vampirecore#vampcore#ferid bathory#ferid bathory x reader#owari no seraph#ons#angst#owari no seraph angst#ferid bathory x reader scenario#ferid bathory x reader oneshot#owari no seraph imagines#seraph of the end#seraph of the end imagines#fanfiction#fan writings
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#ai#artificial intelligence#writing#fan fiction#fanfiction#fanfic#twitter#meme#memes#tweets#tweet#funny#lol#humor
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Just opened my fic document and found this
Thanks, past me. Incredibly helpful.
#fan fic writing#fan fic ideas#kanej fic#six of crows fic#soc fic#maya Olsen oc#writeblr#writing#writer problems
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The manga industry, especially JUMP, needs to hurry up and do away with weekly scheduling for mangaka. There needs to better regulations put into place for their health and safety because this is pitiful. Two weeks - monthly updates should’ve already been the standard for the manga industry at this point. These money grabbers will only continue to put the lives of these artists at stake for the sake of capitalism unless some serious changes are implemented.
#it’s just???#at the end of the day all these people want to do is draw and write their stories and share them with the world#why is death from stress the end game for so many of them#this should not be part of the package when finally deciding that this is what you want to do with your life#rambling#I still never got over miura’s passing man#and Togashi is still here but he’s been suffering from the consequences of overwork#it’s just… all so bleak#fans just need to learn to be patient if these changes are ever made and to be respectful#your fav series is not gonna die just because you can’t get it right now#I’m glad that gege does this now like he takes a break every 2-3 chapters and that’s good#this should be normalized
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To all my writers who have a tough time with smut terms and not knowing which ones to use, I have found the holy grail for us.
This reddit user, who I've recently found out is @kjscottwrites here on tumblr, took a poll of 3,500 people and went really in depth with asking their favorite terminology, along with actual pie charts on what the readers preferred to see in their smut.
Check out their post with the link to the Google doc here!
#hope yall enjoy😌#share to save a life because god smut is so hard to write😭#fics#fan fiction#fanfiction#writing#writing tips#smut#write#don't mind me#i dunno what else to tag this as
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