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hvpelesswriting · 1 year
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Losing your mind with a dance [an Umbrella Academy Five Hargreeves Fanfiction reposted from my AO3]
he twirls with extreme grandeur, losing himself underneath the bloody red sky, littered with bits of pink, and blue. ash and dust twirling similarly in the atmosphere (or what was left of it).
a wide grin stretched across his face as around him the island-like slab of what was left of the world started tearing itself into shreds. the sound of concrete cracking and the rumbling of death itself filled his ears.
he held your left hand with his right, his dominant hand clutching at your waist as your dominant hand clutched at his. his siblings were screaming and pleading with the two of you to stop and head into the portal with them.
and quite frankly, he didn't care.
you were there—no. you were here, he didn't need anything more, or anything less.
was this love? intoxication? or was this simply him, losing his mind to you… to this dance… and to the universe crumbling around him.
don't save the universe.. maybe that old man was right.
he danced, while still fucked up beyond recognition, he was as graceful as a swan on calm, sparkling water. keeping a smile on his face the entire time.
yells and pleads came from above him—specifically from an overhead balcony that had full access to this last dance.
but he didn't listen, and frankly, he didn't want to, he only wanted you. he only wanted you, and this dance to the end. he was losing his mind, and he didn't mind whatsoever! he didn't care, he didn't care at all, he only cared about you.
he loves you.
and that's all he needed.
he laughed.. loud, obnoxious, and pitchy. it would sound like a perfectly normal laugh for someone of his physique, his age. but unless you were listening carefully enough, it would be easy to miss the solemn—you could even say–deranged tone in his voice. the tone that showed how much he really felt as though he lost it all. which wasn't far off as he had already lost his family, his childhood innocence, his sanity….. and now, he was going to lose the love of his life.
“hey, but at least we're going out with a bang!” he remembered you telling him just a few hours ago …..
they were going to end it all… together.
he suddenly stopped, making you look at him with confusion.
he smiled, causing you to smile back.
his smile was warm, genuine, kind, friendly, and breathtaking. it gave you butterflies.
you held his face, and he held yours.
he took a quick glance up at the balcony and saw as his siblings had gone.
good. he thought.
they got out.
and he laughed, and he weeped. and holy guacamole—he's fucking insane!
this wasn't.. intoxication. this was love! this was pure love and ecstasy and feelings that were abnormal but felt completely right!
as his utter insanity took over he started dancing once more, now feeling his skin get hot and scratchy and ouch!— he felt like he was on fire!
but it felt good, not in a weird perverse way- but a satisfying pain that made him forget about the everlasting tightening of his chest as he looked at you, from the tips of your toes, you had started turning into dust. slowly peeling away into nothing.
next, he stole a glance at your face, which held a manic smile to which he had grown fond of.
you made him feel safe.
you made him feel as though all his problems had simply melted away.
you look down at his feet—ah, it seems as though he has started crumbling away as well.
and to be honest, it didn't hurt as much as he thought it would. but his chest still felt like it would explode any second.
a bark of laughter escaped his throat as he watched the love of his life hold him in a close embrace as you crumbled away into nothingness with a single tear running down your cheek.
it was his turn to shatter, and he simply couldn't hold his feelings in anymore as he burst out into a loud, hoarse—probably from all the laughing—scream. he screamed and threw profanities at the all knowing, quote-on-quote 'all forgiving' being. sure, he looked like a madman but who's there to judge? there is quite literally nobody there. so he continued screaming and crying and fucking cursing at all those who wronged him, to all those who made him like this.
his ears were ringing from all the screaming, his vision had black splotches all over, his chest tightened and tightened until—
everything turned black.
suddenly, everything came back. he was on tile flooring, feeling vibrations in the air ring in his ears. air rushed into his lungs as he folded into himself in a coughing fit.
finally he opened his eyes.
an elevator?
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There are many new friends on the archive, and many are young and have only known social media, which is why I wanted to say something!
Ao3 does not have an algorithm! It isn't a social media site, it's an archive.
Posting fics on Tumblr isn't the same as posting fics on Ao3
Ao3 is like a giant virtual bookshelf, and everyone is able to add their own stories to the bookshelf, all stored with different tags and different fandoms. Works are automatically sorted by newest to oldest, but filters, looking at bookmarks, and using the search function can change that.
Certain works are not pushed to the top like social media posts. More kudos and reads don't push a single work to more viewers by some algorithm. Unless otherwise filtered, works will be at the top of the page based on how recent it was posted.
Smaller fandoms get less views, less kudos, less bookmarks, and larger fandoms get more simply because of the number of people inside the fandom.
Ao3 is a giant virtual bookshelf- there is no algorithm, and there is no man behind the shelf pushing certain books forward.
Happy reading, and if you'd like to have more people notice a fic, why not share it with them! Send a dm to a fandom friend and it might turn into one of their favorite fics!
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lazy30 · 5 days
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Escape the pandora vault in a nutshell or something lmao
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cry-ptidd · 23 hours
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The red means ily!!!
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tennessoui · 1 year
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au where obi-wan gets prophetic dreams of anakin’s fall but they’re the kenobi show montage dreams where nothing useful can be gleaned about how to stop it; so obi-wan decides he just needs to leave the order. anakin is only 12, he can be trained by another master. obi-wan didn’t even have a master when he was 12. anakin will be fine. stars, he’ll probably be better.
of course he’s not and of course obi-wan abandoning him pushes him closer to palpatine and he falls much sooner, becoming a baby sith that palpatine mostly farms out to dooku for training because anakin at 16, 17, 18 is a lot
and when he falls, the jedi order is like hm. we’re gonna tell kenobi about this. cause now skywalker is a sith with a sith master, and a grudge the size of coruscant against the guy who left him, so. let’s just give him a heads up to maybe consider going into hiding
but of COURSE when obi-wan hears his precious padawan STILL FELL he goes right to count dooku and asks to be his apprentice, he’d make such a good apprentice, dooku always liked him when he was qui-gon’s padawan, remember? now he could be his apprentice
dooku knows that with skywalker, 19 and well-trained now in the picture, his usefulness to sidious is running out, so he doesn’t have a lot of reasons to say no to kenobi. and kenobi is right. he did always like him when he was qui-gon’s apprentice, so sure he’ll give him a sith name (solence) and a red lightsaber (sick)
but basically this leads to very awkward sith family dinners where darth vader--is trying to kill darth solence with his eyes and sometimes the nearest oyster fork, darth solence is throwing sad kicked puppy expressions across the table at darth vader and sighing into his dessert pudding all the while debating with darth tyranus about how good the dark side could really be, i mean, if one were to really think about it, especially in comparison to the life we all led at the Temple, remember anakin? you loved life at the Temple.
darth sidious stopped accepting the invites five dinners ago.
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americankimchi · 2 months
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wish i knew what to do with this helpless frustration i feel every time i see people vilify the jedi for their way of life when the person doing the vilification doesn't even understand them properly. it's one thing to criticize and dislike them if you have an accurate picture of who they were and what they're trying to do vs. hating them because you straight up don't understand them at all 😭
#personal#this isn't vagueposting i'm just tired of seeing it every time i go in the tags or on youtube or on ao3#literally if you boil the jedi down to the essentials it's just#''these are psychic empath space wizards wandering around the galaxy trying to establish a higher quality of life for everyone''#a bunch of aragorns except anduril is a beaming blade of plasma#or gandalf with the ability to do backflips#the only hard rule they have is ''thou shalt not add misery to the world where you can remove it''#everything else is just interpretations on that theme#''they're cold and unfeeling and they HATED ANAKIN and BAN LOVE''#like WHERE in the WORLD are you getting this information#WHEREEEEE#SHOW ME YOUR SOURCESSSS#and don't say ''they ban attachments'' without understanding what that MEANS#ATTACHMENTS =/= LOVE#ATTACHMENTS ARE CHAINS THAT YOU USE TO DRAG OTHERS DOWN WITH YOU#YOU KNOW THE SAYING IF YOU LOVE SOMETHING YOU WILL LET IT GO? THAT'S IT. THAT'S ALL IT IS.#and where are u getting that they hated anakin do you think he'd be so torn up about betraying them all in ep 3#if he was surrounded by people who hated him for over a decade like mans was IN TEARS#HE LOVED AND WAS LOVED BY THEM IN TURN#IT JUST WASN'T ENOUGH TO SAVE THEM IN THE END BECAUSE#CRUCIALLY#HIS ATTACHMENT TO PADME DRAGGED HER AND THEM AND EVERYONE ELSE DOWN WITH HIM#stop stripping anakin of his agency he made a CHOICE#star wars is ALL ABOUT CHOICE. THE CHOICE TO FALL IN EP 3. AND THE CHOICE TO RISE AGAIN IN EP 6.#like cmon fellas..... fellas cmon........
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yendts · 3 months
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absolutely obsessed with @rewritingcanon ‘s fic Magic Hour and had to make some art for it ✨
please go check it out you will not regret it:
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blue-rose-soul · 3 months
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Theory: Alastor's got some daddy issues himself and his butting into Lucifer's song was less about him actually viewing Charlie as a daughter (though I do think he has some genuine fondness for her) and more about sticking it to someone he views as a deadbeat dad.
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Zelda actively fought against Ganon for a century and used the minimal energy she had to watch over Link
Like that girl is so dedicated and her unwavering faith in Link is just so so precious
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purble-gaymer · 6 months
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autistic soldier in his late teens is doing about as well as you’d expect (based on this post from earlier)
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fumifooms · 17 days
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Heyoooo. I wanted to say, I'm sorry about that mean-ass, insulting anon you got a while back. That ask ended up pissing me off so bad I ended up actually reading your Marchil analysis posts. Originally, I was meh and kinda confused when the ship showed up in Ao3 because I didn't see what people liked about it. Reading your posts about how they were narrative foils opened my mind more, and I realized, Oh shit yeah there's a lot of potential in this ship for how these two can develop each other.
Part 2: Marcille and Chilchuck may not have scenes like the infamous bath scene with Farlin, but the concept of someone who's terrified of being alone, the reality of her friends' mortality, a hopeless romantic catching feelings for a repressed, divorced man whose wife left him--okay yeah, I absolutely understand the appeal of this ship. Marcille would be like, Why the fuck is my heart thrumming for this sharp-tongued bitch, and also the terror from falling in love with someone so short-lived Part 3: Either way, love your analysis posts. I am going to be contemplating the potential of Marcille and Chilchuck for a long while. There is something so tragically sweet about it
You get it, you really do… I could list off everything I love about them but I’d be here forever because it’s literally everything and there are so many fun ways to spin it… You’re very right about them being tragically sweet, overall where their arcs meet the most is "Loving is something worth doing even with the risk of loss", and I say risk but really it’s more the inevitable eventuality of it as canon does love to point out. If you want the reward of being loved you must go through the mortifying ordeal of being known. No love however brief is wasted. Let me see you and stay. It’s very much sort of the final boss to their arcs for them to get invested in each other in such a way, to get involved romantically— emotionally with someone knowing what’s coming and that she barely has two decades left with him (who mistreats his health so much he very well could die early), and to shoot your shot for something new with hope in your heart and enough confidence that you’re worth loving. He’s not a prince charming but to her he sort of is, all virtuous husband this reliable dependable Chilchuck that, all "you may be flawed but I’ll still romanticize your qualities and convince you that you and your love for your beloved are something worth fighting for".
What if I was old bread that solidified to be hard as rock and you were like warm soup and by soaking in your presence I softened……… What if you stubbornly grew on me like yeast and it brought out my flavor like beer as I opened up and allowed you in………. What if your hair was golden, the epitome of beauty to me, and my hair turned silver, your worst nightmare……. I think about them a normal amount
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officialdashcon2024 · 10 months
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Would it be a bad idea to write A/B/O fic of Omega!AnonymousSudan and Alpha!AO3?
Asking for a friend
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moreclaypigeons · 2 months
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No like seriously ARE we ready to talk about the misogyny in fandom spaces
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posting an excerpt from my jegulus oneshot to force myself to finish it, please enjoy
Right now, they were in the middle of the quidditch pitch, and Regulus could feel every single eye on them. James Potter smelt like grass and sweat and sheer fucking victory. Regulus felt himself take a step closer against his will, breathing him in. Regulus hated him. James leant down and had the fucking audacity to smirk at him. Regulus glared harder. "Better luck next time, eh, Black?" He was so close again. Regulus could feel his breath in his cheek and the sounds all around them fell away. Regulus put every bit of malice he could summon from within him into his stare but by the way James' smirk just widened, Regulus knew he caught the way Regulus' eyes darted towards his lips. "Your win was a fluke, Potter. Enjoy it while it lasts." Regulus rebuked, crossing his arms over his chest. James just chuckled and sauntered away, and Regulus refused to acknowledge how the sight of James' back muscles moving through his qudditch uniform made him feel. Regulus hated him.
@delicris force me to finish this and also this is me officially asking you to beta read when i finish it if you can
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smoosnoom · 9 months
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hi im so sorry to bring up relatively old drama but why am i getting dragged into the entire clique stuff 😭
i talk to exactly two people on here in any sort of consistent basis, only one of which is actually a writer - please try not to make any assumptions about me, especially when i try my best to keep to myself on here, i really do not like getting involved into any sort of discourse within fandoms, and i usually consider it a waste of time
if u would like to chat abt literally anything ever, my askbox is always open :) but please don't include me in things i have no business being mentioned in
anyway ! only posting this because a few comments on my ao3 fic (which . why are u mentioning this on a fic of mine 😭😭😭) rubbed me the wrong way . if u also have no clue what the clique stuff is, just like i didn't, then pls feel free to scroll 👐
thank u
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beeprich · 5 months
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“Why’d you ask?” And then Richie giggles, “You think you’re gay?”
Maybe. “No,” Eddie hears herself say it and knows it doesn’t sound sure.
Richie presses on with another laugh, “Wanna find out?”
Fuck it. “Yeah.”
Eddie sounds sure then.
fem!reddie featuring girlfail!eddie kaspbrak and a homecoming
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