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you should make a fanfic where sapnap gets the reader pregnant with a lil bit smut here n there and go along through the readers pregnancy<3 i think that would be so cute!
awwwwww that'll be so cute <3 <3
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Tumblr writer fanboy! Tomioka Giyuu x isekai! fem! Reader
He was not ready.
Tags: fluff, Giyuu being a silly fanboy, suggestive (1 filth mention), minor KNY spoilers from manga, isekai
Word count: 1,1k
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AN: The blog mentioned is purely fictional. Reader is Giyuu's blorbo uwu
Giyuu was used to being disliked by his coworkers. He kept to himself and didn’t attend any of the group events, the only one who liked him was the janitor, Urokodaki-san. Urokodaki Sakonji and Giyuu shared many lunches together, in silence or talking - it didn’t matter.
It was thanks to those lunches that Giyuu found out their shared passion - Kimetsu no Yaiba manga. The mangaka was a mystery, working under an alias, and the series was nearly finished, the infinity castle arc coming to an end. He was excited to read the last volume - an extra long one - which was rumored to feature his favorite character, [Name].
Oh [Name]... he’d been treated with an entire volume about her background and daily duties as a kakushi before the last arc, though she’d appeared in glimpses throughout the series. He had an embarrassing memory of spilling his admiration to Urokodaki-san at one time - years ago - but it was fate, for the volume about her came out three months afterwards.
It was also fate that he discovered tumblr not long after. He’d been scrolling through [Name]’s wiki page when something caught his eye - a trivia about her that he hadn’t noticed. Of course he had to try to find the truth on the deep dark web. Instead, he found a treasure trove full of fanfictions of characters from Kimetsu no Yaiba being shipped with readers.
Giyuu devoured the total number of three fanfictions about [Name] that evening. Only three… because there weren’t any more. It wasn’t right… She should have been appreciated more. Sure, she was not a fighter, but she was a part of crucial infrastructure, often taking on unpleasant roles to support the protagonists of the series - the demon slayers. Perhaps it reminded him of himself and Urokodaki, but the fact stood he absolutely adored [Name], and she deserved more love.
So he would give her that love.
That was two years ago.
Now, he had a blog of his own, blue-depresso, which he centered around his fav - he had posted various moodboards and headcanons he had about her at the start, but soon moved onto writing ‘x reader’ fanfictions of his own. It was a challenge to put his hidden artistic bone to work, but it was worth it. At times, Giyuu felt like a cult leader, his following quickly growing once he started to post those fanfics.
The few filthy fics he posted had him going long into the night, thinking how [Name] would feel under his hands, how he would take care of all her needs, and fuck her senseless.
Giyuu kept the blog and his dirty thoughts far away from Urokodaki-san.
He didn’t want the old man to know just how much of a loser he was.
The last volume came out on one (un)remarkable Friday. Giyuu had pre-ordered it, making him excited to rush to the designated pick-up manga store.
The end of the school day could not come soon enough. He raced through his duties, the usual neat stacks of sport equipment haphazard piles when he locked the equipment room; his rush made him leave the school before Kyojuro, who was usually one of the first teachers to leave due to Friday sales at his favorite bakery. The blonde sent him a bewildered look as Giyuu passed him at the gates.
Once home, he put the sacred item (the manga) on the table gently before he yanked his tracksuit off, quickly getting into shower. He wanted to get comfortable before he read it.
Less than ten minutes later, he was ready.
…he wasn’t ready.
But he needed to read it! He had to know what would happen to his [Name]! (And to the protagonists as well-)
Okay, okay, no. Giyuu took a deep breath and opened the book.
He had to put it down halfway through. His dearest [Name]... died. She’d driven a car at the main antagonist to stop him from moving, and she died in the line of duty. Her death was honorable, and she would have wanted that.
Why did he feel so empty then?
Before he knew it, he’d opened the tumblr app on his phone and started typing.
blue-depresso
She isn’t dead. She is not dead.
#kny spoilers #kny spoiler #[Name] #what the fuck is this @ G.K.????
blue-depresso
This just did not happen. I refuse to accept this.
#kny spoilers #kny spoiler #[Name] #dying rn #[Name] is alive
blue-depresso
Someone give me G.K.’s location rq because I’m ready to fight
#kny spoilers #kny spoiler #[Name] #fight me G.K.
blue-depresso
Okay but maybe it wasn’t her in the car. Hear me out, maybe she jumped out before the car got destroyed???
#kny spoilers #kny spoiler #[Name] #[Name] is alive
blue-depresso
What is even the point of living on if she isn’t alive? What is the point???
#kny spoilers #kny spoiler #[Name] #im crying #send help
blue-depresso
Okay but in my heart, she lives on. You bet your asses I will write that [Name] lives AU once I’m done devouring this volume
#kny spoilers #kny spoiler #[Name] #I won’t abandon my girl in her time of need #she’s my wife #she will live
blue-depresso
I’m okay (I’m not). I need to finish this manga.
#kny spoilers #kny spoiler #[Name] #ran out of tissues #i need a drink
Wiping the one tear that left his eye - the tissue tag an exaggeration of the truth, though his throat did get clogged up - he got to reading the rest of the story.
It felt like he was afloat. What was he gonna do with himself now? His mind wandered to the singular bottle of beer in the fridge his sister gave him - some fancy brand he couldn’t care less about, as he wasn’t a drinker. His body acted before his brain caught up and he drank it, the bitterness a companion to the one in his heart.
He would write that ‘[Name] lives AU’ tomorrow. Today, he had to bury himself in comfort. There was a fluffy blanket he received from his sister last birthday. Perhaps he should give her a call. It wasn’t that late yet.
In the end he’d fallen asleep on his futon, the blankets under him and his phone laying next to his face. His face flushed, realizing his sister must have talked him to sleep. He would have to make it up to her later.
Giyuu rolled over on his other side to check the time on his clock hanging on the wall, but came face-to-face with a woman instead.
What the fu-
He scrambled back, trying to create distance from this stranger. Who was it? What was she doing in his flat? What was-?!
Hold on a moment…
His mind ran circles, trying to rationalize what he was seeing. I couldn’t be, could it? But how? This had to be a prank…
The woman stirred, kakushi mask shifting a little. Then, her eyes opened, and it was confirmed.
It was [Name].
dividers made by the amazing @benkeibear
AN: Will this be an one-shot series? IDK but it was fun to write hehe
#demon slayer#kimetsu no yaiba#tomioka giyuu#giyuu x reader#giyuu x you#giyuu x y/n#kny fanfic#kny x reader#kakushino
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is it I back for more shitty long scollace prompts 😈😈😈 I'm so glad u liked the first ones cause like ik they're cringe 😭😭 anyway sorry again for how fucking long this is:
- I like to imagine they have a lot of movie nights cause scott just orders a ton and still rents movies from that place I forget the name of where Kim works 😭 most nights acott would prolly pick the movie but sometimes wallace gets a chance. idrk what kinda movies he would like but I feel at least once he would waste his turn to purposefully rent a movie he knows scott would hate just to see him suffer <3 true love. in his defense he had to sit through the sonic movie (or if it takes place in 2004 then sonic ova) at least a hundred times.
- I don't think scott would particularly be scared of horror movies but whenever they watch one wallace would definitely tease and try to freak him out. scott would get very annoyed and insist his teasing isn't working and in his defense it isn't!! it's a shitty 80s slasher film or at least he thinks until all the lights are off and there's weird noises outside. suddenly he's tugging on wallace and holding onto him without even realizing.
^^ I j wanna make a point bc I don't want this to come off as like babying or ooc or even fetishizing cause i think scott could definitely handle horror movies. I don't think he's a horror fanatic but he has respect for the classics. it's like wallaces relentless teasing after an especially scary horror movie he hasn't seen, in the middle of the night, with particular weird noises outside. it's like a rly specific situation cause he's usually fine with horror. I j wanted to makebthat clear cause ik there's like a lot of weird fanfics where scotts like an uwu soft boy and. ew. i don't mean it like that. bleh
- after they're official I feel like their dynamic would basically stay the same cause cmon they were pretty much dating before. only difference is now wallace gets to full on make out with him and give him a little more forehead kisses than he did before. at first I feel like scott would act annoyed or maybe not annoyed but dismissive of the little kisses not cause he didn't like them but bc he acted like he didn't like them before they're dating and he feels the need to keep it up. he doesn't wanna give wallace that satisfaction of I told u so u obviously enjoyed them. but either when scotts sick or even tired or whatever wallace gives him a little kiss and Scott pathetically is like another plsss ☹️☹️☹️. Wallace is like oh? now we like my kisses?? with his little smug ass face. when scott fully wakes up he still barely admits to liking them but now doesnt completely ignore them (he loves them). after like a week I think scott would give up the bit and embrace them like kiss it better?? good luck kiss?? goodnight kiss?? morning kiss?? greedy bitch
sorry for how much I write I j wanna like makebmyself clear plus I rlly suck with words so I hope this comes across ok. sorry these are worse but ofc I have more cause of the autism ☹️☹️ hope u enjoyed reading this fucking novel 😭😭
these are all so cute anon!! don’t you even worry, i haven’t been getting many prompts so these mean a lot to me. the first one shot (haircut) should be up as soon as my comic artist finishes the panels!!
shout out to @literallylee btw, they’re drawing some comics for the fics and they’re literally amazing, can’t wait for you guys to see them!!
#fanfiction#scott pilgram takes off#scollace#scott pilgram vs the world#wallace wells#gay#scott pilgrim#fanfic#one shot#one shot book#writing#anon#asks#send asks#send prompts#guys
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TW: MENTIONS OF MEGASTAR, SA, ABUSE
I've said this before, but I deleted the Megastar post during a manic episode which sucks because i still stand by the points I made
Not all Megastars are created equal.
There are many, many, MANY fanfics of Megastar where it's legit just the rapeyist power fantasy I've ever had the displeasure of seeing
I've noticed that many people in the transformers fandom can, and will villanize the shit out of you if you ship Megastar
And I can understand to a degree
-which like
-What the fuck
Idk, maybe it's because many like to project onto megatron, and as soon as there's a flamboyant, seemingly weaker man going against what they want, they write this cringe power fantasy where they can jerk off to the power imbalance
I understand getting mega sus of the cyberverse/unicron/idw/tfp shippers
I can fully understand ostracizing those mfs because I also want no association with the kinds of people
(especially the tfp/idw megastar shippers holy shit)
Most (not all) of the fanfic stuff I've seen from those two specifically are a different kind of 3rd degree cringe, I can assure you
but unless you have proof of posts or fanfics made by those individuals that prove they infact ship megastar for the abuse, I don't think you should be sending them death threats or making very gross assumptions about their character over it
*This is the part where I defend myself or something*
I am specifically a TFA megastar shipper
These mfs in this fucking show are so goddamn petty istg
I fucking love them
Literally the match made in hell-my otp of all time
The playing field is much more even for those two, starscream is able and confident enough to take on megatron by himself, which leads to megatron actually struggling to fight him lmao
TFA is most likely the safest of all the ship versions because of how goofy these goobers are, they legit spend most of their time together trolling the piss out of each other- it's very dumb
TFA starscream doesn't have a past of being abused by megatron, And I've never depicted them as an abusive couple towards each other
So it really rubbed me the wrong way when someone legit accused me of having a-
FUCKIN RAPE FETISH CUZ I SHIPPED THE TWO CHARACTERS????
Like I'm seriously not trying to do a whole " woe is me UWU" thing but YOU CAN SEE WHY I HAVE A PROBLEM WITH SOME PEOPLE IN THE COMMUNITY WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING DISCOURSE RIGHT???
#tfa#decepticons#autobots#tfa starscream#starscream#tfa megatron#megatron#tfa megastar#megastar#like holy shit#WHAT???#HOW DID YOU EVEN COME TO THAT CONCLUSION
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ALL im saying is if u gave me fuck u money i'd write a fanfic where, for some reason i will come up w later, katniss doesn't/can't volunteer for prim during the reaping.
so we get prim and peeta in the hunger games, hamish and effie coaching them as best they can. and prim is, ofc tiny and scared and like. 11 or whatever (i forgor ages), and peeta is like ":) ok new plan: make sure katniss gets her little sister back!" meanwhile hamish is like "do i even know a kind of self defense that works for someone the size of perhaps a small potato or large hamster????" and effie is like "oh dear lord. oh jesus. she's just solidly gonna die huh??? oh god i need a career change???" and prim, after the shock has worn off, is like "oh shit i have a sister (and mom ig) to get back to. i gotta live thru this."
so prim is like solidly understanding she's not winning against careers in combat. she focuses on any other skill she can get-- medicine to patch herself up, camouflage from peeta, shmoozing for sympathy points (with incredible success, bc she knows who she is and what she looks like), and once she meets the other tributes she manages to worm some useful info on a few things out of a few other tributes who r like "oh poor thing won't survive the cornucopia" and, most notably, she becomes besties w rue.
and so peeta plays his angle of "i just wanna get back to the girl i love uwu," but doesn't bring prim into it as katniss's sister v much bc he knows that would put a target on her back, he instead paints himself as this big ol' sap that'll be easy pickings (if you can find him) so it looks like district 12 just spat out some softies this year (everyone back home is preemptively mourning). maybe he drops one line abt "i will do anything to get prim home safe" w kinda a looking-directly-into-the-camera-kubrick-stare moment.
meanwhile prim is like "rue. bestie. it might be great for us to play our friendship to the camera a bunch? for ratings?? ppl send us things for free??" and rue is like "aight sure yea lets do it" so they do it-- and if my lesbian ass has her way maybe they have little tiny baby crushes and like. hold hands or somn. idk ceasar would play it up and soon we've got the whole capitol like 'THE BABIES OH GAWD NO' and so the star-crossed lovers thing still happens, but with prim and rue. the capitol loses it's shit, bc they're on the way younger side, with baby faces, who have been playing up how tiny and defenseless they are to anyone who will listen for clout and donations.
with a push from peeta/haymitch/effie, ceasar's little-babies-who-will-never-even-get-to-be-fully-in-love-bc-there's-no-way-they're-surviving-the-next-24-hours shtick for prim/rue gets spun wildly out of control before the games even start and suddenly the capitol is demanding the games be called off since "so many of them are so young!" at most extreme, or wondering if the minimum age for the hunger games isn't too young at most moderate.
district 13 was not ready for such a prime revolution moment to happen so quick, but they make the best of it in a somewhat disorganized way. They sway public opinion into spinning this story up, up, and away from capitol control, which eventually (through difficult to succinctly summarize PR bullshit) has everyone calling for snow to step down, and he can't very well use the cattleprods on the supposed upper crust, can he? not when every other district is already twitching for an excuse to revolt and has been for a while. so he 'gracefully' steps down (repercussions to be written in fic). district 13 is like damn they r fr handing us this one wtf.
coin(? i forgor names lol) is just barely too slow to neatly slot herself into power, bc now the capitol+districts is like "WE should get a say *insert democracy/anarcho-communism/republicanism/alt-govt.png*" idk maybe panem fractures into smaller govts that stop being affiliated w one country idk. i havent written the fic yet bc i dont have fuck u money.
what i DO know is katniss is honestly too involved in watching the games and subsequent bullshit to notice gale breathing, and peeta comes home w prim who is like 'can we go visit rue in the spring?' and katniss is like '....... u just restructured the govt...... sure yea wtvr' and peeta goes back to pining bc i just dont think he knows how to make a move when not on a death-related timeclock. maybe prim throws him a bone and wingmans him in there.
#i have not read the books disclaimer#but this idea lives rent free in my head#but to do a lot of it (ie the hard to succinctly summarize PR bullshit) justice it would need to be 70k+ and i cannot justify doing that#without a money cushion#anyway sign up for my substack#hunger games#fanfiction
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How much would you bet that Fódlan would instantly become the best-developed and written world in gaming if only the devs were willing to release their (supposed) 10000 years' worth of lore and worldbuilding that they, for no apparent reason, refuse to show any actual proof of to this day?
After Nopes and it's retcons (remember all the jokes about Leopold?) I'm afraid the 10k years of lore are a mess.
I was reading a manga about, uh, a ghostbusting otaku that jokingly talks about fandom culture, and there was one point where fans were anticipating so much a future release of their material (I think it was a movie) that they started to fanfic/come up with theories about what it will be about, and how the story will develop -
but on the eve of the release, they were a bit worried, because what if everything they came up/theorised about was ignored for a canon that will be ultimately more boring/disappointing than what they were expecting?
Imo, that's my pov with the 10k years of lore.
Nopes was... such a letdown (even if it had gold nuggets!), that if the 10k years of lore might very well treat very seriously Thales's beef with the Nabateans, or try to use violins to gather "sad uwus" because Sothis is so BaD she doesn't let him turn his neighbours in minced pies in peace :'(
Granted, with FEH trying to retcon/correct (as much as it can though) Nopes a bit, I'd say, I'd be a bit more relieved if IS (and only IS) released a future guide/recollection book like they did for Tellius (or Jugdral's Treasure book!), but that's not going to happen any time soon (and since Fodlan is a joint project, I think KT would have to be involved, so IS might just drop it entirely).
#anon#replies#3 Nopes#it's more fun to honeypot anyways!#take Willy#I've been posting about the dude for 3 years now#but i still don't have an image of the guy in my head#but if Nopes came up with a portrait I'd have been disappointed#because Nopes's new male characters are uh... well they are#I'll take Elbert's moustache over Matthias anyday#now the only thing I can come up with Willy is that Nabateans bar Rhea think he looks stupid
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As promised an almost 900 words tiny excerpt from my Johnny x Reader fanfic that I’m Working on, featuring a very jealous Johnny and Reader and Diego being besties! (Because Diego and Reader are both kinda dummies)
the whole thing is at 4k words now and still needs a bit of work but eh. Enjoy a teaser. Its gonne be mighty fine and Im editing it from Fem!Reader to GN!Reader because idk. Felt like it uwu.
Anyways, enjoy the tiny teaser hehe.
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And during the time you three lived together until now... You became good friends with Gyro and developed a crush on Johnny. Much to your dismay but it is what it is.
Checking your phone, you saw you almost had to leave so you checked yourself one last time in the mirror before you walked in the living room to get to your room.
"Holy cow, Y/N! You look stunning!" Gyro commented, a big smile on his face. "Thank you, Gyro, didn't know you could be nice."
"Didn't know you could look like that." You rolled your eyes and entered your room to get your bag.
You kinda had hoped Johnny would have said anything, but he kept quiet, much to your disappointment, but you couldn't change it. Yet it kinda hurt you, making you doubt for a second to actually wear the fancy clothes you picked out for tonight.
Maybe you should cancel? He surely made a mistake asking you in the first place…No, you told yourself, you'd go out and enjoy yourself.
That was tonight’s goal. With bag and shoes now gathered you exited your room and tried to push away the looming stress and nervousness inside of you.
"I'll be gone then; I hope you two will have a great night too." You said and looked at the two horse lovers who were seated on the couch, playing games.
"We'll be fine. Just remember, if he shows any red flags, or you get a weird feeling, call me and I'll come get ya!" Gyro said looking at you sternly.
"Don't worry, as soon as he begins to resemble you, I'll give you a call." Gyro needed a second before he got what you were implying.
Johnny snickered along.
"Well, I best be going then, until later!" And with that you left the room and consequently the apartment. "Man, you're really messing up your chance." "As if I ever had one." Johnny answered his friend and sounded defeated. You stood outside the restaurant, nervous, unsure if he'd actually show up.
"I hope you weren't waiting for too long, I'm sorry for my delay." A voice from behind you said and made you spin around, smiling once you saw him. Diego looked fine tonight, and you wondered how it came to be he asked you out of all people available to him.
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You were bored out of your mind. Gyro and Johnny had been out riding for like one and a half hour already and they were still nowhere to be seen.
It wasn't their fault that you felt a little down today and therefore declined riding with either, so you didn't blame them.
You weren't big into riding yourself but coming with them to the stables, seeing them in their element and with Slow Dancer and Valkyrie and sometimes riding with them was such a highlight.
You loved how Gyro kept talking to his little "bella" as if she was his girlfriend and you loved seeing Johnny being happy while he rode on Slow Dancer.
But today... after your mood plummeted thanks to your feelings towards a certain blond rider, you rather sat in the shade near the stables and were on your phone.
To your surprise, some strange legs entered your view and in front of you stood Diego Brando.
You had heard of him, his reputation was that to thank for, and Johnny and Gyro had their run-ins with him and loved to rant about him.
"Hey there." You said unsure of what exactly would happen now. You looked around and only spotted a girl with short pink hair nearby.
"Yeah, hey. I wanted to ask if you'd like to go out sometime?" You sat there dumbfounded.
A popular, good-looking guy, many girls surely would die for, just casually asked you out, without having ever spoken a word before. You blinked a couple of times.
"Eh..." was All you could answer before you saw the chance this was. A date, with someone who seemed interested in you and might make you realize you never actually crushed on Johnny.
"Sure. Why not." You said and Diego looked pleased.
"May I have your phone to give you my number?" Slightly embarrassed you handed the man your phone who quickly typed something in with his none gloved hand.
"There you go. Send me a message later yeah, love?" His British accent did make your knees a little weak.
Mindlessly you tugged a lose hair string behind your ear and looked at the newly made contact of "Diego 🦖" while said contact began striding back to his friend, who you assumed must be Hot Pants, the guys had also told you about her.
Not too long after that, Johnny and Gyro were back too.
"Did ya get bored waiting for us?" Gyro asked as he helped Johnny unmount. "A little."
"Your fault for not coming along. We found a real nice new path near a small river."
"I'll come along next time, then you can show me, yeah?" You answered Johnny and decided to keep the thing with Diego for yourself.
You knew if you let them know now, they'd go on a rant of how horrible he is and how you should never even talk to him unless you want him to eat your firstborn or whatever.
They sure painted him like a horrible person but to you, Diego seemed a little charming almost.
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#aint that a teaser?#do tell what you think and what youd maybe like to see happen#maybe ill include it if it fits the plot uwu#johnny joestar x reader#johnny x reader#jjba x reader
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INVADING YOUR ASKBOX AGAIN!!!!!
7: tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote
13: talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.
21: pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about.
29: give us a spoiler for one of your stories.
47: what story are you most proud of?
Hi bestie!!!
Thanks so much for the asks! Lets get to them shall we UwU
7: tell us about the plot of the first fanfic you ever wrote
That would be Apollo is a Crazy Cat Attorney. The plot of that is basically Klavier seducing Apollo with Mikeko lol.
13: talk about a writing experience that has pleasantly surprised you.
Hmm...how about this whole writing thing as a whole? XD. But seriously. I quit writing and fandom for like, one year, and then I went back to it and it's been a lot of fun! I love it, and Im so glad I went back to it.
21: pick a writer to co-write a book with and tell us what you’d write about.
Hmmm!
Ive already co written a lot of fics with you, Salty! But if I had to choose someone else...thatd be my dear friend @mikaharuka, and we'd totally write Phoenix and Miles being a bi and gay disaster :3
29: give us a spoiler for one of your stories.
Oooh! I've been DYING to share this. But ok, in my Maya DA AU, Apollo and Ema swap. It's not teeechnically a spoiler, but it's never been explicitiy stated in the main fic Ace Attorney: Maya Fey. Apollo IS coming soon tho, with Jove Justice replacing Lana.
47: what story are you most proud of?
I would say my Maya DA AU series...but that's boring XD
For pure humor, I'd go with Apollo's Real Totally Not Fictional Boyfriend. I love that fic, it is so funny and stupid and always makes me laugh XD.
For in my Maya DA AU that isnt the main fic or YTFVK, I'm torn between Summer will Turn into Fall or Salted Caramel Comfort.
For serious/semi serious, I'm going with Sunflower Pendulums. This is an old as fuck fic, but I love it all the same <3.
For angst, I'm going with Things Left Unsaid. It just...OOGH...it broke my heart to write...
For fluff, definitely Cookies for my Sweetheart. So cute and fluffy!!!!
So many Im proud of!
To tell you the truth...Im proud of ALL of my fics! But these are just the ones Im most proud of XD
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I would like to say that oh my god it’s lowkey so refreshing to see someone that isn’t like ‘oh em gee I love spider <3333 he’s so good he’s trying so much redemption <3333 even if not I love’ (I sound like I’m mocking which sorry but like that’s how it comes out to me) . I get he’s trying to be better and also his mum, but he’s not a good person??? So haha thanks for seeing that lol
yeah ... i have some thoughts on him but i'm also trying to not piss people off ... if you like spider maybe don't read this because i'm gonna say some not so nice things about him.
honestly spider was my least favourite when i first watched season 1 even before i saw all the hype and fanfics about him on tumblr and ao3. part of it is honestly he's just not my type in terms of character; i just naturally align with complex female characters and it's probably not gonna change any time soon (*gregory eddie voice* "i was born that way").
that being said, the uwu soft boy treatment kind of made me dislike spider more. the fact that he's been getting it is disappointing but sadly not surprising.
(it's s*bastian sm*the all over again)
heartbreak high a genuinely great show with an exciting south asian female lead who has a lot of charisma, and a diverse supporting cast, and yet the most written about character on ao3 is an andrew t6te wannabe who just isn't very interesting or exciting as a character. i also think there's a tendency in fandom to treat male characters like wounded puppies if they're thin, white and conventionally attractive enough, while never giving the same grace to female characters with a fraction of the flaws.
(aka why i refuse to go into the glee reddit even though there are a couple people in there that have shouted out my fanfiction)
i also ... don't think he's all that hot? obviously i get that as a lesbian my opinion on whether a guy is attractive or not is probs not worth much but like ... if bad boy with a heart of gold is your type, douglas piggott is literally right there. he takes care of his nan, he has a pet duck and he doesn't lie about having sex with quinn gallagher jones and make rude comments about her genitalia or call her ableist slurs.
not to mention the spider/amerie truthers read wayyyyyy more into the ship than the writers ever intended for them (like there was no chance of that ship ever being a thing on the show aside from an unrequited crush and an embarrassing, unfulfilling hookup that was only ever meant to be a one-time thing) but i have too many words and not enough time. ayesha madon telling the spider/amerie shippers to go to therapy was honestly so validating. the other fandom i'm in has some shippers who over the 15+ years that fandom has existed have done some genuinely unhinged shit (like harass people's irl partners and attacking cast members they claimed to be fans of) and i wonder how it would have been received (particularly so early in the show's run) if any of them had said something similar.
that being said i don't *hate* him or think he's an irredeemably shit person, i just like the other characters better and don't like that missy's storyline revolved around him.
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Given that this fandom has been going "Dreamling as Sleeping Beauty" recently, I will one-up this idea and suggest the following-
Dreamling in the Flemish/Dutch studio 100 musical "Doornroosje" (aka Briarrose, aka Sleeping Beauty).
For those of you who know me and my fanfics, you might be familiar with this version of the fairytale, and even for those who are not, allow me to paint you the picture-
At the birthing feast of prince Morpheus, the newborn prince is visited by three fairies, who each plan on making a wish for him. I haven't planned on who the fairies would be just yet, but fairy 1 wishes for the prince to meet his true love on his 10th birthday, and fairy 2 wishes for him to be married to his true love on his 18th birthday. Fairy 3 starts making their wish, until everyone is rather rudely interrupted by the evil fairy, who is very angry about not getting an invite. (I was thinking the evil fairy is maybe Burgess or even Lucifer? Because I have plans for Cori uwu)
Either way, the evil fairy bestows a wish upon little Morpheus, wishing that the prince will prick himself on the spindle of a spinning wheel on his 18th birthday and die, yada yada- Fairy 3 remembers they still have a wish left once the evil fairy is gone, and they wish for Morpheus to not die, but instead fall asleep with the rest of the kingdom for 100 years, and then be kissed awake by his true love.
The king and queen breathe a sigh of relief, and decide to just live their lives for now, as they can worry about this whole curse later.
So eventually, Morpheus's 10th birthday rolls around, and the king and queen have invited the royal family of Corinthian, as they have a 10-year-old child as well, so obviously, that must be Morpheus's true love, right?
Yeah, it goes over as well as you think. The other prince, Cory, is rude and obnoxious, and even kills Morpheus's pet raven Jessamy with his slingshot. While Morpheus runs away in tears with his beloved raven cradled close, the three fairies (who had been guests at this party as well) are quite shocked at the fact that fairy 1's wish didn't come true.
At this point the evil fairy also appears, mocking the trio for their obviously weak magic. So, the four of them make a bet. If the only wish come true is the evil fairy's wish, the trio will be turned into pigs. If, however, all of the trio's wishes come true instead, the evil fairy will burn up.
So we skip 8 years, coming close to Morpheus's 18th birthday. Knowing that a single spinning wheel could be the death of his son, the king orders that all spinning wheels be collected and burned before the clock strikes midnight, so the prince will be safe.
The day of the wedding arrives, and Morpheus is clearly not happy about having to marry Cory, who has grown more handsome, but also way more rude and cruel. Yet before the two of them can get to the altar, the evil fairy appears, carrying a gift for Morpheus, with the sob story of wanting to apologize for their wrongdoings.
Morpheus doesn't exactly trust this, but he opens the gift and reaches in, only to pull out a small spinning wheel and prick himself on the spindle. Almost instantly, he falls to the ground, everyone else soon following, with the evil fairy cackling at their plan well done.
100 years pass, with the fairy trio taking care of everyone in the kingdom, awaiting the day everyone wakes up. Eventually, everyone does, except for Morpheus, who the fairies have taken to his room.
Cory, confident about the fact that he's the one to kiss the prince awake, swaggers up to the room and kisses Morpheus, only for nothing to happen. The prince doesn't even seem to be breathing, looking nearly dead to the world.
Believing that they have won the whole bet, the evil fairy starts on their spell to turn the fairy trio into pigs, only for a man to rush inside, saying that he is in fact Morpheus's true love.
Turns out, back on the prince's 10th birthday, he bumped into another boy his age. A boy called Hob Gadling, the gardener's son, who consoled Morpheus and offered to bury poor Jessamy near the rose bushes for him. The two became friends as time went on, growing to be more in time, and even secretly doing somewhat of an elopement on the night of the prince's 18th birthday, tying the knot just after midnight.
With this new information, the fairy trio realizes that hey, that means two of their wishes have come true, haven't they? Hob will just have to kiss Morpheus awake now, and that'll be wish number 3 done.
Furious, the evil fairy demands that Hob proves his strength first, and summons a dragon for him to fight. The fight is long and hard, but eventually, Hob is victorious, and he limps over to Morpheus's bed, bruised and bleeding, before kissing him gently on the lips.
For a moment, nothing seems to happen, but then the prince awakes with a gasp, staring in shock at his lover. Everyone is quite overjoyed, except for the evil fairy, who now by the laws of the bet will have to burn up.
Oh, and Cory might try and to fight Hob in order to win the right to Morpheus's hand, but Hob only needs to point at the huge dragon he just killed for the blonde prince to scurry off with his tail between his legs uwu
Might write this too, or just leave it at this xD
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I made a new Don’t Starve AU-Long post I am sorry-
Because my mind won’t stop running…
It is the Bone AU (hehe)
Disclaimer!: I am completely fine with people making fan art, fanfics, and doing anything they want with my ideas (As long as you credit me and tag me so I can see it! I want to see your beautiful art, and fics)
If you have any questions feel free to ask me anything! I am open to questions and suggestions on anything!
Now to the AU!
Lore:
Maxwell is the king of bones (hehehe) and rules over the kingdom of death (no I am not edgy)
Wilson is a prince of the kingdom of life, he is the youngest brother of three. (Oldest- Richard- The strongest, Middle- Eric- The most handsome, and Wilson- The smartest)
Both kingdoms have a long history of hating each other (No exception between Maxwell and Wilson’s dad)
Wilson’s dad (The king of life) sent the three brothers to find spouses, the brother with the fairest spouse would become king.
The other two brothers went out to the only two other kingdoms in search of a beautiful woman, leaving Wilson to venture out in a different direction… After days of riding on his horse It collapsed. (Oof) so he had to walk on foot, and found himself in-front of the castle of bone. (Scary Ik)
That is all I have in the story part, but Wilson becomes Maxwell’s Queen (cause Maxy was looking for a queen) and Wilson’s eldest brother becomes king of the life kingdom. (Awkward family reunion when Maxwell is in the picture)
I am not good with coming up with story's for my AU’s or anything else for that matter (I hope this story kind of makes sense)
As Maxwells queen Wilson wears dresses uwu.
Sketches: (I think you can tell who is who)
I will be coloring them digitally so you all can see the color pallet I had in mind
Comics and funny shit about this AU coming soon. Also the comic Two in One (about Max and Wilson share a body is on hiatus for the moment)
#the cringe will be coming soon#yes you will be seeing wilson in a dress#I am tagging this like hell cause I don't want this to flop. I spent way to long on this#dst maxwell#maxwell#maxwil#dst#wilson#wilson p. higgsbury#dst wilson#maxwell carter#wilson percival higgsbury#ds maxwell#AU#dst au#ds au#don't starve#dont starve#dontstarve#don'tstarve#don't starve together#wilson higgsbury#maxy#maxwell x wilson#maxie
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Hi! So I was stalking ur Levi x reader fanfics bc the first one I read was where Levi stitched reader its ROMANTIC UWU but then I ventured farther down and OMG THERE ARE SO MANY ANGST I DIDN'T EXPECT THAT!! Im literally crying right now and being extra depressed! (My sister just gave me the "Ur fUcKiNg WiErD" look) I need a break, my heart is too fragile for this (do it again)
Anyway do u write for my favorite russian criminal Fyodor Dostoevsky (his last name I freaking love his last name and I can't even pronounce it right! I WANT HIS LAST NAME isn't that hard to understand!!!) If ur up to it can i request how a relationship with Fyeda would work? With a s/o who is smart but is VERY chaotic and mischievous , sometimes even s/o doesn't understandhow she survives. Also his s/o is part of the Angles of Decay, and her ability is that she have black wings and she control the wind through her wings, its a VERY destructive ability. Yeah i really just want to recreate that power couple feel with fyodor.
Hi hello hi!!!! You're back! I'm happy! Sorry it's taken me so long to get to this, as always random things get weird for me sometimes. And yes, I did have a period where I just wrote Levi angst for no reasons other than I had a lot of sad ideas haha. Fyodor's last name is absolute goals; it just sounds super pretty so yeah I totally get you. Anyway, I loved to finally write this! You always send super fun requests so it's awesome for me to work on them. As always, enjoy and come back soon. <333
Another long night, another trail of blood and bandages scattered over the darkened space of your room while you sat on the edge of your bed. Covering your chest with your arms, you felt goosebumps rise along your skin as Fyodor's long, delicate fingers brushed softly along the gash tearing the soft expanse of your bare back, wrapping around your side. The slight sting and the strange gentleness of your lover's hand was electric; you closed your eyes against the pain and let your head fall back, wisps of black encircling your shoulders as Fyodor worked. He hummed contentedly when the winter air became pleasantly warm, sweet, winding around him and pulling his hair away from his pale face. When he looked back at you, the meaning of Decay of Angles swam towards him amidst a flurry of black feathers; your face, the wind you called to your fingertips whipping the sheets up around you.
"Careful, love," he reminded you. "Your power is such that should it get away from you the effects would be...gloriously disastrous."
You pulled him up beside you, laying back until his body was beside you, his arms holding him up above you. "Oh come now, darling," you purred, "where's your sense of fun?"
"You've had your fun tonight, lyubov moya; now if I may ask, how did you manage to get out of there?"
Your eyes flickered back and forth, from his mouth to his eyes with that same mischievous smile on your sweet mouth. "The port mafia gives itself far too much credit. The worst I got was that pesky cut you just oh so lovingly patched up, zolotse."
His face darkened. "still, dorogaya, it doesn't change the fact that they managed to hurt you. You made it out by the skin of your teeth and you know that. What's more this is the fourth time something like this has happened-"
"Third."
"Excuse me?"
You could see the frenzied look in his eyes, the way it was slowly growing, sharpening the shadows of his face as the breeze you'd called continued to sing around your room. "This was the third time. And somehow, I managed to make it out every single time. I make it out. Every. Time."
Despite your assurance, he was rattled; it was strange to see him that way. It almost scared you, how you saw the shadows in his eyes grow long and dark as he peered down on you.
"This is our life, luchik moya; we play with death. You know that. We gamble our lives and we win. Isn't that such a wild, lovely thing?"
And you were right. You were the gambler of the world he aimed to build. You were unpredictable; your charm was your inability to be held down into anything. You were beautiful and fierce and would run off the edge of the world, hand in hand with him and a smile wide as the sky breaking over your face. This was your life; flirting with the end, playing with fire and hissing in pleasure when your fingers were on the wrong side of a blade just long enough for your skin to split.
His eyes were still boring into you, dark pools of rich nightfall, the wings nestled at your shoulder blades wrapping around you both until your bodies were pressed together, his face so close there was just him. And you stared back, into those eyes that would be oh so easy to loose yourself in. Like the dizzying joy when one dives deeper, deeper, the mind slowly leaving them as their lungs scream for air until all was sweet bliss. That was the feeling of being loved by Fyodor Dostoevsky. Once, he had been the only soul in the world who could make you feel small. Now, there was no one who ever made you feel more grand.
His lovely apocalypse; your darkest heaven.
The gambler and the puppet master.
Who could ever compete with that?
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your blog is literally called "rated E for Extreme yearning"!!! you're an uwu writer to me, and one I appreciate having along in the interwebs :3
Aww, you're so sweet! Thank you. Although I am chronically aromantic and cynical about romance. Also, you gotta come and yell about Trigun sometime soon. PLEASE.
Send me what type of fanfic writer I am?<3
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Hewwo. I come bearing fanfic writer questions for whenever u have a moment to answer uwu
Do you daydream a lot before you write, or go for it as soon as the ideas strike?
Post a snippet from a wip.
What is your favorite world that you’ve created for a fic?
What genre/trope do you tend to write the most?
Are there any fics that influenced you to write the way you do?
Thank you again @nuclearforest!
I did daydream a lot when I was writing before my hiatus but I'm getting back into it. I think daydreaming about some ideas are good but some things have to be written down right away.
ok I'll give a crack at the wip:
The marble floors of the Vatican Palace were almost distracting to Sigurd, not to mention all the chattering from the older well-suited spectators judging his worth as a mercenary after being challenged by Paladin Anderson to cross swords... er bayonets with him. That wasn't what made him really feel the weight of the staring on his shoulders, it was that Hellsing lady lightly sneering across the way with her creepy vampire, her sketchy butler, and strangely bubbly vampire fledgling.
Did they know it was him? Did they know who he was? Could they know that he's up to something?
Damn... what if they do know something, what if-
"Are ye ready ta fight me yet?" Sigurd looked up to father Andersons' expectant gaze, his smirk evident as his two bayonets fell into his hands from his sleeves. Sigurd cocked his head, popping his vertebrae as he did so.
"Yeah, sure." He answered, drawing his sword from its scabbard. Then a crusader knight tapped his shoulder, making Sigurd turn his head. "You might want this..." The knight clearly had a Danish accent as he spoke through his chainmail coif and handed an elaborately decorated kite shield with a bright yellow knotted style of the cross painted at the top. Sigurd silently spread his hand open to accept it and gripped the parallel center straps like how he'd give a handshape grip a sword or his usual center grip roundshield in a duel.
"Be'er not make it too easy then!" Anderson said, getting in a battle stance, ready for it to begin. Sigurd took one in response, placing his sword over his right shoulder, then covering his centerline with his kite shield.
"I promise I won't, Father Anderson." Sigurd smiled after he said that, knowing one day he'd make these catholic bastards pay for what they did...
Anderson rushed forward, Sigurd stepped closer to meet him in the middle, knowing what may follow next.
Integra watched closely as the two began this dance of steel, knowing that it would draw more than sparks.
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end of conceptsnippet
My favorite world is the one I'm trying to write about right now.
IDK about tropes that I'd like to write but maybe one day I'll know.
I think some Hellsing fics have influenced my writing a bit, though it's hard to name them right now.
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Hi....can i request one word prompt "shriek" pls uwu?tyyyyyyyyyy
Hi, sorry it took a while. I've been busy with a lot of stuff lately, and it probably affects the tone of the fic that I'm writing based on prompt. This one contains dark!Helsa and it has a similar tone with my fanfic, Secrets. Just Hans and Elsa being a twisted and wicked couple, doing Bonnie and Clyde like things. 👀
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One Word Prompt 15 — Shriek
The piercing shriek could be heard breaking the silence that night. Even then, it wasn’t fast enough to alarm the guards, as moments later, when one of the guards finally hurried up the stairs, it was deemed too late.
There, in the middle of the room, before the bed, a young woman was kneeling on the carpeted floor, sobbing. It didn’t take long until the guards found out why. The room itself was now dead quiet, only the woman’s sniffles that could be heard, and when the head of the guards glanced at the bed, he was met with a pair of eyes, looking at him with a look of sadness. He braced himself to touch the lord’s body and found that it was still a little warm.
‘Search the castle and alert the staff! Get Gerda to take Lady Anna to her room, be on guard,’ Mattias, the head of the guard told his men, before turning to them and solemnly adding, ‘His Lordship and Her Ladyship have just been murdered.’
The men gasped, but they were quick to regain their composure. Meanwhile the young lady was still on the floor and when the guard approached her, she looked up, face red from crying.
‘Milady,’ he was about to say something, but she was quick to cut him off,
‘I heard screaming, then I ran here. I was planning to, anyway, but when I got here…’
It was clear to the guard that she was in no place to recall the memory perfectly, and once he spotted Gerda, the head housekeeper, he nodded at the woman.
‘Gerda will help you go back to your room. Get some rest, Lady Anna.’
Without saying anything else, the young lady with the housekeeper’s help exited the room.
Mattias was filled with rage, his jaw clenching at the fact that there was a murder case going on and whoever did this managed to slip past his guard. It had never happened before, and the fact that he had failed to protect the Earl of Arrington hit him hard. But it wasn’t too late to try to undo his mistake. He must protect the rest of the family and make sure that they would be alright.
‘Has Lady Elsa and Lord Hans arrived?’ Mattias asked the nearest man, as he exited the master bedroom. He hoped that the couple wouldn’t cross paths with the murderer on the lose. God knows what would happen.
‘No, Sir. The last telegram that we received before dinner was saying that their carriage broke down and they needed to stay the night at an inn in the countryside.’
The head of the guards breathed in relief. ‘Send them a telegram first thing in the morning.’ He sighed, ‘Don’t tell them what happened, just say that they need to come immediately.’
Meanwhile, a few miles away, at the outskirts of the town, things weren’t exactly what everyone thought they were.
Elsa smiled at her own reflection. She tilted her head to the side, admiring the way the new dress looked on her. Turning slightly to the left, her gaze fell onto the small bump that was now visible. Her eyes narrowed in daze as she thought of the future heir of the name Westergaard and the Arendelle estate. Soon she would be holding her own child in her arms, and she would love and care for them, making sure that they wouldn’t have to go through the same sad childhood as she was.
‘Darling wife.’
At the sight of her husband in the mirror, she looked up, blue eyes meeting his green ones. She smiled, before spinning on her heels and making her way towards him.
‘You called, darling husband?’ She stopped before him and leaned in to kiss his lips. Spotting a red stain on his cheek, Elsa frowned slightly and wiped it off with her thumb. ‘You got a little mess on your cheek, Hans.’
‘Well, I’m not as sneaky as you can be,’ Hans smirked, wrapping his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Feeling the small bump, he smiled. ‘How did it go?’
Elsa had her arms on his shoulders. ‘Alright, I guess. I hated riding, though, especially with my condition. But I managed to sprinkle just the right dose onto their drink in the bedroom.’
‘Did they?’
‘Yes, of course,’ she replied, squeezing her husband’s arms in reassurance. ‘I even sped up the process before Anna could hear.’
Hans raised an eyebrow. ‘Anna? What was she doing?’
‘Well, that’s,’ Elsa paused, gazing at her own reflection in the mirror over Hans’ shoulder. ‘That’s what you do when you’re lonely.’
‘You go to your parents’ room?’
Elsa grinned. ‘No, you ask your parents if it’s alright for this man to marry you and break you free from the chain of loneliness.’ She looked up to look him in the eye, and in return, Hans’ gaze softened, getting the message.
‘Do you regret it?’
‘Do you?’
Hans smirked, amused by her challenging nature and confidence. ‘Not one bit. I have been wanting to do that for a long time.’
‘Me too.’
Elsa reached up and stroked her husband and partner in crime on his cheek, over his well groomed sideburns. Closing her eyes, she eventually let herself drown in the comfort that he offered. Warmth radiating from his body, as if prompting her to nuzzle the crook of his neck. Her lips curved into a small smile as she recalled the event that happened tonight. Even when she could hear her own heart beating in sync with the man who embraced her, Elsa could still hear the shriek of terror when her own mother noticed her presence in the room. And just like her own parents did to her own shrieking whenever they punished her by whipping her back and left permanent scars, she ignored it and tried to silence it with her own way.
All her life she wasn’t really loved, at least the treatment she received from most people led her to believe that. Everyone favoured Anna more because the little sister was never a difficult child to handle. Little Anna was always so polite and warm, she reminded everyone of summer. Meanwhile, Elsa had her issues. She wasn’t one to keep her anger under control. She would snap coldly and respond to things in a rather harsh manner, not to mention, her mood swings. She reminded everyone of the coldest winter.
‘I love you.’ She could hear him murmur to her hair and she smiled, feeling his chest vibrating.
Never did she think that she would find someone so similar to her in a way. He understood her like no other. He knew how it felt to be the person everyone ignored and overlooked. She didn’t even think that she could love someone other than herself, but she did, and she would devote her loyalty to her husband, as she knew that her husband would do the same thing.
‘I love you too,’ she said, looking up and pulling away slightly. ‘What would I do without you?’
Hans shook his head. ‘I’m wondering the same question.’
Elsa cupped his cheek, and he immediately leaned to her touch, making her heart warm. ‘DO you think they would find out?’
‘I don’t think so,’ Hans kissed her palm tenderly. ‘We have a strong alibi and a proper cover.’
Elsa grinned, her other hand flew to cradle her bump. ‘This child would be so loved, wouldn’t they?’
‘Without a doubt,’ the man kissed his wife once again. ‘Now, come, darling wife, let’s get some rest.’
Even when she was lying in her husband’s embrace, once again, the most recent event was still playing in her head. The more she toyed with the idea of revenge, the more she felt a strange thrill of excitement and something like satisfaction. Perhaps it was a mere Schadenfreude, but whatever it was, Elsa was glad she got to put the matter to rest. With her mother’s shriek being the last thing she recalled, she closed her eyes and fell asleep, mouth curving into a smile.
#helsa#helsa fanfiction#elsa x hans#iceburns#one word prompt series#frozen#mary's writing#ariddletobesolved
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