#i want to write a few fanfics for this bit i am Always low on energy so we'll see

[impostorsshow]

Gaze upon my ask Goldie anything au drawings

The main basis of this au is that I'm fucking obsessed with ghosts and so I threw Evan/Crying Child in here - when the bite of whatever happens, Evan goes to the hospital and dies, and instead of like haunting his family or haunting the hospital he died in, he haunts the cause of his death, which happens to be a certain Goldie locked in the backrooms. And possessing said Goldie and causing alot of panic in between the two of them.

This *singular* au is actually 14 distinct daydreams with their own plotlines and stuff that I've been slowly working out to smash into one au - right now I've managed to combine most of them together, leaving 5 or so scenarios that aren't "canon", but as of right now anything is subject to change, so I'll just. Make more Tumblr posts as I get things nailed down I guess.

Either ill l try to make this into a comic?? Or anyone who wants to can just, leave asks? The plot I have down right now is that Goldie and Evan are basically best buds after 10 years since they had to get over the "I killed you/you are the reason I'm stuck in a rotting pizzeria and not able to leave", but as mentioned they have not been able to leave the old location of Freddy's Diner, even if they eventually found a way out of the backroom. Well, they have been able to leave, but both of them decided Goldie would probably get found and used for spare parts if they left [not that they were exactly safe from anyone who was brave enough to set foot into the abandoned place.]

And because I don't want this to get super long whoop de doo Goldie was taken from the old location to the new Freddy Fazbears yippee. Except y'know, the teleportation and general psychic powers Goldie has was distinctly Not There Before, and Freddy is incredibly suspicious, though he has no clue what could even be causing it. He asks his friends about it, and T-Bee [working nickname] and T-Chi pull a bit of a prank on the nightguard [Micheal, y'know Evans brother that Certainly Won't Be an Issue] to get access to his phone and look up how to deal with Goldie, and eventually land on a page telling the two about a classic "put a circle of salt around the ghost and hope it works" or whatever and put a line of salt infront of Goldie's door. And wait.

And then Goldie tries walking out of his room and Goldie and Evan both get kicked out of their body, leaving it to fall down on the floor lifelessly. Why? Simple answer because I'm tired is that since Evan is a ghost Goldie is a ghost I'm gonna go take a nap

#aga #ask goldie anything #ask goldie #fnaf #art #goldie ranch dip #<- the tag where you'll find anything relating to this au in specific #i want to write a few fanfics for this bit i am Always low on energy so we'll see #plus this daydream is like 5+ years old so its. i have alot of information and dont quite know how to organize it #talk talks #i only explained so much of the au in this post to explain the bare minimum of the memes i made

[theyhavetakenovermylife]

Hello

I am asking you to write a fanfic in which Mikey (2012) comes to you to cry after another painful words from his brothers, wanting to repay you for the love and support you show him in the form of a failed attempt at sex (he is inexperienced and a bit uninformed

Tahnks you

Soothing Words and Comforting Hands (18+)

2012!Michelangelo x reader

A/N: I’ve changed tiny details to make it easier to write and to make if feel more natural, but I still hope you’ll enjoy it🧡

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All characters are aged up.

Warnings: Spelling, attempts at a first time, premature ejaculation, mentioning of Mikey’s brothers being absolute dick heads and insensitive af.

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When Michelangelo texted you, and asked you to come to the lair, you obviously did. You were excited to see what your bright and happy boyfriend had planned, since he had given you no information by the text. He had just asked you to come down to the lair, and had sent you a few orange hearts when you answered yes.

But once you entered the lair, you weren’t met with the same enthusiastic smile and loud greetings of your terrapin boyfriend. He was quiet with his gaze kept low, as he walked to you from his bedroom. That was not common for Mikey. Not at all. And immediately you began to worry for your sweet boyfriend.

As he walked you to his bedroom, he ignored the comments from his brothers, trying to gain his attention.

“Come on, Mikey”, Raph groaned in frustration. “Are you still mad about that silly thing?”

And that’s when you knew. It happened again. His brothers had said something very insensitive with no regard for Mikey’s feelings, causing him to seek you out for comfort. Your poor sweet Mikey.

Mikey closed the door behind you, embracing you in a soft hug, resting his head against your shoulder, hiding his face from the world around him. He didn’t say a word, but just held you tight like you were the only comfort to him.

“What’s up, Mikster Man? What’s going on?”, you asked softly as you placed your arms around his shoulders, before tracing soft circles on the back of his neck. He shivered at his, pressing his face further against your neck. It did not matter what nickname you used on him, he loved them all. The stranger and more creative the better. “Wanna talk about it now?” He shook his head, still hiding against your neck. “Wanna lay down for a bit and then maybe talk about it?” He nodded.

You laid comfortably on your back in Mikey’s bed, with him on top of you, and your fingers tracing and lightly scratching the top of his shell. His head was still tucked against your neck, his forehead leaning against the side of your jaw, allowing him to watch himself play with your hair on the other side of your head. You stayed like this for some time, feeling safe in the presents of each other, comforting each other in small ways.

It was not usual for Mikey to stay so quiet for so long, letting you know that something was still plaguing his mind. He wanted to say something, but he did not know how to say it. The fact that he didn’t sigh out loud over and over, begging you to ask him what was going on, as he did not know another way to get the conversation started, told you what you needed to know. Michelangelo did not know how to say it, whatever it was that was on his mind.

You turned your head and placed a kiss against Mikey’s forehead, causing him to melt further against you.

“You’re really sweet, you know”, he finally said in a light mumble, as if he was still far away in thoughts.

You let out a small chuckle, which Mikey loved feeling vibrate against his ear. It was no secret that Mikey really liked your laugh. He always had and always will, looking forward to it everyday.

“You have told me a few times”, you smiled, placing one more kiss on his forehead.

“But I mean it”, Mikey said, eyes still on your hair in his hands. “You’re really sweet. You’re always so sweet to me”.

“You sound sad about it”, you said, your fingers feeling his scutes.

Mikey thought for a moment, staying quiet as he chewed on his lip. “I wanted to thank you for being so sweet to me”.

You turned to look at your boyfriend, your eyes searching for his in slight confusion at his statement. “What do you mean?”

Mikey let go of your hair so he could trace your collarbone to comfort himself, still avoiding your eyes as he talked. “You are always so nice to me. You understand me like no one else and you take your time with me. Even now!” He gestured towards the way you and him was laying on his bed. “And I really wanted to thank you for being so nice to me, and for being the girlfriend I never thought I would be lucky enough to get. I’ve told you often, but sometimes I’ve also just really wanted to show you… so I asked Donnie…”

“You asked Donnie”, you repeated, both to show him that you were listening, but also as a question. What did you ask Donnie about?

“I asked him how to… you know… do things. I thought if anybody down here knew, then Donnie would be the one! He did say he would tell me about it, but he laughed first. And Raph heard”. You sighed at the mentioning of Mikey’s second oldest brother. Of course he had said something, about whatever poor Mikey had been asking guidance for. It wasn’t uncommon for Mikey to text or call you, to tell you how his older brother would tease him on the edge of bullying. “He said a lot of things and made fun of… it. And then Donnie started doing it too! I asked Leo for help, and he told them to stop, but then he started to make fun of it too!” That made you sad. Raph being insensitive was one thing, but you had thought better of Donnie and Leo.

You tightened your embrace around Mikey, placing yet another kiss on his face. “When we are done here, I’ll give them a beating worse than any Kraang has”, you said, hoping to lighten the mood a bit. And it worked. Mikey let out a small chuckle, his warm breath fanning across your skin, disappearing as quick as he blew it out.

As comforting silence once again fell upon you and Michelangelo, you couldn’t help but let your thoughts wonder. What was it that Mikey had asked Donnie for guidance on? What was it that had caused his brothers to tease him so much?

“Mikey, if you don’t mind me asking, what did you ask Donnie about?”, you finally asked. You felt Mikey stiffen a bit in your arms. For a second you thought he would retreat into his shell, but instead he loosened up slightly, before finally turning to look at you, his eyes flickering across your face.

“I- I asked Donnie if he knew… uhm… how humans have, you know… sex”, he stammered, a blush washing over his face, his eyes locked onto a fixed point behind your head, before he lowered his head to hide against your neck once more. “I just wanted to know how to make you feel good, to thank you for always being so sweet and nice to me”.

You didn’t want to laugh, but you did. It was not a taunting laughter, but a warm carefree one. One that made Mikey look at you, not in fear of rejection by his own girlfriend, but comfort. He did really like your laugh.

“And you call me sweet”, you said, your eyes and smile shining bright at him. “I’ve never experienced anybody being so nice and sweet with the thought of sex”.

A smile spread across Mikey’s blushing face, as he started mindlessly tracing your collarbone once more. But even while being a blushing mess, Mikey managed to find his boyish charm once more. “So is that a yes to sex?”

You laughed once more, this time louder. Probably loud enough for Mikey’s brothers to hear out in the living area. Mikey could feel all the fears that had grown from his brother's words, washing away ever so slowly at the sound of your beautiful laughter ringing through his bedroom.

“Yes, Mikster, that is a yes”.

Mikey beamed as he brought your lips together, enjoying the well known feeling of your lips moving against his. Make out sessions weren’t a new thing for you and your boyfriend, as they often happened whenever you and him had a quiet time alone. But they rarely got that heated. It was normal for him to churr while you did so, but this time it was loud, vibrating though his chest.

It didn’t take long before Mikey had gotten your shirt off, eagerly palming your still covered breasts with one of his three fingered hands, grinding his crotch against your still pant covered center. You chuckled at this, finding his eager inexperience adorable. Just like the first time you kissed, Mikey was not scared. He was happy and eager, having a hard time holding his enthusiasm back.

You broke from the heated kiss to place kisses along his neck, feeling him shiver against you at the feeling. His hand halted around your breast, and his small movements against your core became unsteady and lost rhythm. His breathing became erratic, and you enjoyed the small sounds that escaped him.

You felt something hard press against the inside of your clothes thigh, and you smiled having a pretty good idea of what it was.

You let go of Mikey’s neck, arching your back so you could reach behind your back to undo your bra. Mikey stopped every movement and watched you, his eyes wide once your bra was off and laying on his bedroom floor. You chuckled at Mikey’s expression, taking one of his hands in yours, moving it back to your chest. You maneuvered his hand, to show him how to touch your nipples. Once again you felt him move against you, his eyes focusing on his fingers around your nipples.

“Just like that, Mikey”, you breathed out. “You’re doing amazing”.

This comment did something to Mikey. His hips shuttered against you, his face contorted and he let out what you could only describe as a needy yet satisfied moan. The feeling against your thigh was unmistakable. He had just ejaculated onto your pants.

Mikey’s eyes widened in panic, before he dared to look down. The unmistakable white substance on your thigh, just above his still hard penis made his shoulders hunch as he tried to avoid your eyes once more. But to his surprise you simply chuckled, pulling him down for yet another kiss before giving him a reassuring smile.

“It’s okay Mikster”, you said, stroking his cheek with your thumb. “It happens more often than you would think. Besides…” You let go of his face so you could move your hands to the buttons of your pants. “... I would have to take them off anyway”.

Mikey let out a happy sigh of relief, before kissing you once more. “Holy Chalupa, I love you so much”.

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“We should say sorry to him”, Leo said, watching his brothers as he played with his own fingers in unease. “He did ask for help”.

Donnie nodded in agreement, eyes falling to his feet with guilt. “It’s a pretty sensitive subject and we just made fun of him”.

“I’m not saying sorry for anything”, Raph said, hands behind his head. “When he says something so ridiculous, he cannot expect me not to make fun of it!”

“Raph, Mikey came to us with an honest question and in need of help. What we did was not okay”, Donnie said.

“As if it’s going to happen!”, Raph said. “He is a turtle - a mutant turtle. She is a human girl - a very non mutated human girl! They might very well have a relationship going, but they could never-”.

Raphael stopped mid sentence, his eyes wide and his mouth agape. The sudden noises coming from Mikey’s room left him and his brothers motionless in surprise. Schreaking from Mikey’s bed, accompanied with what very much sounded like moans, and your voice telling Mikey how good he was doing, left no doubt in their mind.

“Well”, Leo said, catching the eye of a shocked and somewhat disgusted Raph. “Seems like he figured it out”.

#tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt michelangelo #tmnt mikey #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt raph #tmnt donnie #tmnt leo #tmnt x y/n #tmnt x reader #tmnt x you #tmnt x reader smut #tmnt smut #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #2012 tmnt #tmnt leo 2012 #tmnt mikey 2012 #tmnt raph 2012 #tmnt donnie 2012 #tmnt michelangelo 2012 #tmnt leonardo 2012 #tmnt raphael 2012 #tmnt donatello 2012 #tmnt 2012 x reader #tmnt 2012 x reader smut #tmnt 2012 smut #tmnt 2012 michelangelo

[may0tuna]

I hate you more! Part 3

Pairing: Rodrick Heffley x fem!reader

Word count: 737

Warnings: angst

Summary: Reader sabotages Rodrick’s chances with Heather. A classic enemies to lovers!

Author's note: I'm trying to be more consistent in writing, and I'm trying to "plan out" the chapters more? As you may have noticed (or not), I have also updated my masterlist for better reading experience I guess haha I have also started to be more detailed as I can when posting fanfics including warnings and proper tagging lol I'm still new to all of this but yeah :) This chapter's a bit short but I just wanted to get this out so I can start "planning" the next few chapters? lol yeah

Tags: @tomhockstetter7-111 @vihtoriacorrea @sleepyb1txh

Part 1, Part 2

"How do you read this again?" You asked Rodrick while pointing at the word "Sweaty" that's spelled out on a dog bowl.

"Uhh duh, it's sweetie!" Rodrick said confidently.

This is the second day of your tutoring session with Rodrick, and a day before your big test. You had arrived at the Heffleys a bit early so you decided to hang out with Greg and Rowley in the living room when Greg told you about how Rodrick pronounces "Sweetie." You decided to put it to the test when Rodrick came in through the front doors, and you held up the dog bowl and asked him what it says.

You, Greg, and Rowley failed miserably at trying to hide your laughter. It was too much that even Rodrick got embarassed. What's worse is that he doesn't know why you guys were laughing. He taunted Greg, and you decided to step in.

"Alright, come on, Rodrick, time to study," as you pull him by the waistband on his shirt.

"Don't tell me what to do," Rodrick snapped at you as he eyed you pulling him by his shirt.

"Oh? I think in this case, I can," you snapped back at him.

"Is that so?"

"Yes, because if you don't," you paused for a while and smirked at him. "Oh Mrs. Heffleyyyy," you said in an almost sing-song voice.

"Fine fine, you're a snitch!" Rodrick sighed in defeat as he headed upstairs into his room.

"She's awesome!" Greg told Rowley but you didn't hear it because you were already walking up the stairs with Rodrick.

When you arrived at Rodrick's room, it was still as messy as the first time you had set foot in there.

"Geez, would it kill you to clean up in here?"

"Why clean my own room when my mom will do it for me when she gets tired of calling me out on not cleaning my room?" Rodrick said as if he had figured out all the answers to the world. You just rolled your eyes.

"Let's just get this over with."

"What's the rush?" He asked.

"None of your business," you replied. The truth is that you're planning to sneak out later because you heard that there was this party where college students go to at the far-end of town. You always thought that you were too mature for your age so you casually enjoy hanging out with older people. Truth is, you always thought people can see right through your "too cool to be here" attitude and you're worried that people would hate you for it. Maybe Rodrick was right when he said you were only pretending in order to fit in. Did he just figure out your whole double life, the one you tried oh so hard to hide?

The good news is that no one can really tell how old you were when at events like college parties, and you still have your own set of fake IDs from when you were dating your ex. Rodrick didn't ask anymore questions but you can tell that he was curious about it.

"Anyway, let me be frank, you suck at spelling and your grammar is shitty. If I am getting this $100 a week, you need to really mean it."

"Why should I? You're the one getting paid, and if I recall correctly, you lied to me!"

"About what?"

"About Heather!"

"Please, you never had a chance with her!"

Rodrick became silent. His expression pained. You apologized and decided to reach your hand out to him, with the intention of giving him a light tap on the shoulder, but he dismissed it.

"Yeah okay," Rodrick's voice was low and soft. "Whatever," he said after some pause.

He was sitting on the bed and you were facing him, books and notes sprawled out in front of you two. Recently, you've noticed that there's this gnawing feeling whenever you see this side of him, like you want to take care of him. Then again, there is that other side that makes you want to punch him in the face.

"Rodrick," you said softly.

"What?" You detected a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"What if I split the $100? You get $40, I get $60, as long as you take this seriously. And if you take this seriously, we can end today's session a bit early," that last one was for your own benefit.

"Deal."

masterlist

#diary of a wimpy kid #rodrick rules #rodrick heffley #rodrick heffley fanfic #rodrick heffley fluff #rodrick heffley x you #rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick heffley x y/n #rodrick heffley x fem!reader #devon bostick #i hate you more

[alast4r]

My Deer Assistant

A/N: Okay just a warning, I haven't wrote a single story or fanfic since 2021 due to lack of motivation and boredome as well the urge to focus on studies first but soon enough I got motivated to write again especially since Hazbin Hotel finally came out after I've waited since well Pilot and all then I got attached to Tumblr and felt inspired and motivated again (Might regret this because of my indecisiveness)

Disclaimers: I am unsure of how Tumblr works fully yet since I am still unfamiliar with some things but hopefully what I'm doing is correct, may be a bit awful since I haven't wrote in a while like I said, this is all fictional blah blah, and please if you just comment nasty harsh shit from your mouth id prefer if you'd keep that to yourself and suck on someone else's dick, furthermore I hope you enjoy as much more than I do.

Pairings: Alastor × Reader

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“That's all for today's observation, sir,” you said with a keen tone, explaining and sharing the progress of the hotel's improvements and flaws. Dressed in chic yet formal attire, you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and dusted off a speck of dirt on your skirt. Alastor sat in his seat, smiling silently, until you cocked your head to the side and asked, “Sir? Are you paying attention?” Suddenly, you felt something trip your heels, and you gasped before landing onto Alastor's chest. Looking up at him, he smiled, “Be careful, Mon Chére. I wouldn't want a gorgeous face like yours being harmed. Why are you so clumsy, I wonder.” He teased, holding you firmly at the waist with a cocky grin, irritating you slightly. You grumbled, completely annoyed, “Sir, can you not do your so-called little pranks? It's not entirely fun and can be troublesome.” Unable to finish your sentence, he interrupted with furrowed eyebrows, and you knew he was annoyed, despite the smile on his face. You gulped,

“My dear, I am sure we have spoken about you calling me ‘Sir’ too often. It bothers me and feels inconvenient, darlin'.” With pouty lips, you looked away, “I'm sorry, Al... I just feel uneasy about our relationship, especially since people see me as just your assistant, and work is my priority because it benefits you somehow…”In a quiet and low voice, you attempted to get up, your hands on his chest trying to lift yourself, but he immediately pushed you back down. He traced a finger along your jawline, holding your chin firmly, making you look into his gaze once more with a gentle smile. “Ma Chérie, I truly would prefer if you put work aside when I wish for us to enjoy our private, quality time together. And who cares if you're just an assistant in their eyes? You'll always be my special ‘deer’ assistant,” he said, pushing your head closer to his, foreheads touching as he nuzzled his nose against yours, lips still a few inches away.Mumbling something under your breath, you whispered, “I love you, Al…” He chuckled softly, kissing your lips and replying, “I love you more, my doe,” before you lay your head on his shoulder. He stroked the back of your hair and back, treating you like a little toddler cooing at you while you let out soft moans resting yourself for him embracing the fact he was your special one and you couldn't afford to lose him no matter what.

End.

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#alastor x reader #alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #reader x alastor #reader x character #fluff #alastor the radio demon #alastor hazbin hotel #radio demon #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbinhotel

[lilydalexf]

Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted on Tuesdays.

Interview with Lydia Bower

Lydia Bower has written some true classic X-Files fics. Do yourself a favor and dig into her collection! She has 29 stories at Gossamer and 35 stories at AO3.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?

Actually, yes, it does. With AO3 becoming the premiere spot for fanfic (rightfully so, by the way) I assumed most of the newer fans were unaware of the Gossamer Archive and the few other sites still available for the older fics. So I was delighted to come back into the fandom and see folks reccing a lot of the classics.

What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it?

I remember how incredible it felt when I initially found people who got me, who were just as stupidly invested in this weird little TV show as I was. It was like nothing else I’d ever experienced. There were message boards and newsgroup lists and email lists; anything you wanted to talk about, you could find a place to do it. I loved the post-episode discussions and would spend hours at that. We had a week (or months) between episodes, so nothing went undissected. We were all very, um, focused. Yeah, focused is as good a word as any.

And then the fanfic started showing up. That was it for me; I was all in. I can still remember going first to Vincent’s archive and it was like achieving a state of nirvana. The heavens opened up, the birds began to sing, and all was right with the world.

What did I take away from it? More friendships and good memories than I can count. That’s something I’ll carry with me for the rest of my days. Oh, and the two best imaginary friends a person can have: Mulder and Scully. I carry them too, etched indelibly on my being.

Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?

I was involved with all of it in the beginning. I bounced from newsgroups to mailing lists to message boards to web sites. Around the 5th or 6th season it got to be a bit much since I was also doing a lot of writing then, so I narrowed things down and got the majority of my fix from The Haven message board and the smaller Primal Screamers email group.

What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general?

As I said before, the friendships and the good times with fellow Philes. I also took away a better sense of who I am as a writer and how to use that to hone my skills. I learned how to look at media as a whole with a more critical and analytical eye and to dig beneath the surface of what I was consuming. I learned how to better express myself and maintain a cool head while in the midst of a fiery discussion. I became more confident of who I am and the worth of my opinions. I finished growing up, basically. Most of all, I learned how to just let go and enjoy being a fan of something so incredible that still connects with people almost 30 years later. That’s a legacy to be proud of.

What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show?

I’ve always been drawn to the paranormal and the strange, and when I caught an ad for TXF, I made sure to tune in. The Pilot itself was enough to hook me. It was creepy and a little scary and the two leads were incredibly smart. It didn’t hurt that they were also good-looking and had smoking hot chemistry. Like the kind that jumps in through your eyeballs and settles into a low boil somewhere below the waist.

The final act of my undoing came with the episode Conduit. By the end of it I knew the show had a firm grip on my soul. Mulder captured my heart that night, too. He still has it. He’s one of a very small handful of characters I’ve encountered over the years that I just get, at a bone-deep level I can’t even begin to explain. I am him and he is me.

What got you involved with X-Files fanfic?

I’d been writing fanfic since the mid-80s but hit the proverbial wall that is writer’s block right around the time the show premiered. I wanted to write TXF fanfic from the start, but the muse wasn’t having it. She reappeared not long after The Field Where I Died first aired. I hopped around on the web a bit and found much wailing and gnashing of teeth on the shipper front. The muse decided we needed to give my fellow shippers something to make them feel better and give them a bit of hope. So I wrote Games. And the rest is history.

What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom?

I reacquainted myself with it earlier this year after an extended absence. I walked away from the show and the fandom after my utter disappointment with the direction the show took after the 7th season. I just couldn’t choke down what TPTB were trying to feed me in S8, and completely tuned out of S9 (with the exception of the finale). I saw IWTB a couple years after it was released in theaters and watched the revival, too. Sadly, nothing I saw there made me want to dive back in. Then one night this past spring I was poking around for something to watch and caught Paper Hearts on a broadcast channel. That was all it took. That feeling I thought I’d lost came roaring back and I settled in for a complete S1-7 rewatch. I poked around looking for a spot to call home and came back to my safe place on Tumblr.

I’m neck-deep now, for however long that feeling lasts, and devoting a lot of my free time (again) to this weird little show about aliens and monsters and two people who love each other dearly. And I’m writing fanfic again - after another bout of writer’s block that lasted almost seven years.

Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?

I got pretty deeply involved with the Game of Thrones fandom when the show began. I was already a fan of George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Fire and Ice book series and liked what I saw the first few years. I wrote several fanfics in the ASOIAF universe, and I’m still involved, but only from the perspective of a book fan. The show went too far off the rails toward the end of its run and killed my love for it.

Compared to TXF, I think it’s a much more segmented fandom. There are several small groups built around dozens of characters there, instead of what I see in TXF fanbase as a larger, more inclusive community. I think it’s safe to say we’re all here for Mulder & Scully in one respect or another. The other characters get their share of love too, but it’s the MSR that draws us in and helps keep us here. Other than that, fangirling is fangirling. You find your tribe and take it from there.

Who are some of your favorite fictional characters? Why?

Well, let’s start with Fox Mulder, with the why of it being what I tried to explain earlier. Dana Scully, because I want to be her when I grow up, but without all the emotional and physical damage she had to endure. I’m also a fan of Sandor Clegane from ASOIAF. Stu Redman from Stephen King’s The Stand. Kevin Garvey and Nora Durst from the HBO show The Leftovers. Olivia Dunham and the Bishops from Fringe. The Three Musketeers that make up the core group of the TV show Evil. I could go on, but I don’t want to bore you. Suffice to say I’m drawn to characters who are complex, damaged, and deeply flawed, but are trying their best to do the right thing and who are ultimately perfectly imperfect human beings.

Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully?

At present, every day. I’m very much back in over my head right now. If I’m not watching it, I’m writing about it, or talking about it. I don’t know how to obsess just a little bit when it comes to TXF and Moose and Squirrel.

Do you ever still read X-Files fic? Fic in another fandom?

Absolutely! It’s almost overwhelming how much fanfic I have to catch up on, let alone the new fics being posted daily; and all that while trying to reread some of my old favorites on Gossamer and the other OG archives. I don’t have time to read fanfics in other fandoms right now. Maybe someday.

Do you have any favorite X-Files fanfic stories or authors?

How much room do you have for this? <g> Okay, in no particular order and no doubt forgetting some folks, I’ll read anything by these OG authors: Karen Rasch, Terma99, Nascent, Jill Selby, Madeleine Partous, Meredith, Kipler, MCA, Anne Haynes (Paula Graves), Penumbra (@mashnotesofthemythopoeic), Rachel Anton, Joyce McKibben, Tim Scott, Darwin_xf (@darwin-xf), Suzanne Schramm, Prufrock’s Love, Sue Barringer, Mustang Sally, Rivkat, Dianora, Plausible Deniability, A.I. Irving, Rachel Howard, MD1016, Punk Maneuverability (@seepunkrun), bugs, Dasha K (@dashakay​), Khyber, Blackwood, and OneMillionAndNine.

As far as new to me authors (OG or not), these folks are also talented wordsmiths: leiascully (@leiascully), Aloysia_Virgata (@aloysiavirgata), audries, and lepusarcticus (@lepus-arcticus). I’m sure there are more great authors out there, but I haven’t had as much time as I’d like to dig into the newer stuff on AO3.

What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise?

TXF: Pass You By, Light Don’t Sleep, Red Letter Day, Primal Sympathy, In the Ruins, Dance Without Sleeping, and Incomplete. I’ll stop there but please understand that they’re all my babies and I love them equally. I’m also very fond of the Let Everything Happen to You series I recently completed.

ASOIAF: These Scars We Wear, The Calling, Beggar’s Banquet.

Do you think you'll ever write another X-Files story? Or dust off and post an oldie that for whatever reason never made it online?

I’m doing both. I’ve written and posted 10 new fanfics since I came back into the fold and I’m working on another one right now. I also have a casefile WIP I’m struggling with that I began during the early part of S4 and set aside when the cancer arc reared its head.

I’m also in the process of bringing all my older stuff from Gossamer and my defunct website over to AO3. I think I still have 2 or 3 shorter pieces still to be moved and one post-Fight the Future fic I wrote that’s lost somewhere on the net. If anyone has a copy of my fanfic titled Shift laying around, please give me a holler! [Lilydale note: Fic found! I had a copy and sent it to Lydia.]

Do you still write fic now? Or other creative work?

See above!

Where do you get ideas for stories?

From the ether. Seriously. Something, whether it be a line of dialogue, a question, an image, or a scene, will just pop into my head and demand my time. I’ve written 6,000-word fanfics just to slip in a single line. I don’t know how the muse works or why; I’m just along for the ride.

What's the story behind your pen name?

I always published under my own name until I set up my AO3 account. I went with wonderland there because I’m like Alice when I’m writing: I fall down the rabbit hole into Wonderland and enter a different reality.

Do your friends and family know about your fic and, if so, what have been their reactions?

Yeah, they know I write it but not where to find it. Though I suppose a Google search would make it easy enough to locate. My family and friends have always been supportive of my writing, albeit confused that I’ve chosen to write fanfic instead of “real” fiction. Yeah, I know.

Is there a place online (tumblr, twitter, AO3, etc.) where people can find you and/or your stories now?

wonderland on AO3

@amplifyme on Tumblr

amplifyme271 on the bird app

Lydia Bower everywhere else

Thanks for your invitation, Lilydale, this was fun!

#new post #old school x #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #lydia bower

[wraenata]

You seem to put a lot of energy into being considerate of others. I'm thankful for it but like, how? I hope you're taking care of yourself.

Hi anon! Thank you very much, I really appreciate this.

I really like being considerate of others, in fact it makes me happy. When I see someone having a down day, I just want them to know that someone saw, and wants things to get better for them. Because that's how I really feel. I love all of you in my phone and I want you to be ok. And I like leaving nice tags for people on their art, because I know how much joy that can bring.

But, ugh, yeah. I'm not going to lie, it takes a lot of energy.

I think I'll put the rest under the cut...

Ever since the months started getting warmer this year I've been having more trouble keeping up with my dash (I'm someone who needs to scroll through the whole thing). Before the wedding I was in and covid about a month ago, I was able to just barely keep up with my dash and also scrolling the rise tag. Because I didn't want to miss anything! I also was able to scroll through ao3 to see what new fics were posted and bookmark ones I wanted to read! I...haven't been able to do that anymore...and I hate it.

I'm so far behind on reading fanfics that I absolutely enjoy because I just don't have the energy for reading anything longer than 1k at a time right now. And I can't start any new ones until I catch up on the old ones. There are so many writing posts I came across on my dash that are stuck in draft jail until I have time and energy to read them. And quite a few art posts that I came across when I just didn't have time.

I try hard to keep up with my dash at work but I only have so much (extremely generous) time to do that. I'm often speed running tags when I don't have a lot of time or energy. And sometimes I can't express just how much I love your art because of that low time or energy. And I hate putting posts in drafts cause it piles up and gives me anxiety. And when I come home its just, dash, all night.

I am eternally grateful for @/teainthesnow, she keeps all the tmnt tagged posts coming onto my dash so I can still see them (if you see this tea I am so appreciative of all the work you do for the fandom, you are an amazing person and I love you/platonic).

I've already unfollowed a few blogs, and I agonized over it, for like weeks, before doing it. But it hasn't been enough. If you noticed I unfollowed you in the past 2 months, please know that it was nothing personal and I hated that I had to do it. I miss seeing your posts and how your day is going. We are mutuals in my heart forever.

In fact I wish I could follow so many more blogs but I have had to stop myself for a while now. And it really fucking sucks. I've tried filtering a bunch of tags to make it easier too but it's not enough.

The fact of the matter is, I need to unfollow more blogs. And I hate to do it. I know I need to do it. I've known for a while now. I don't have the energy to keep up with it anymore, not after getting covid. I'm just so tired. All the time.

If you see that I unfollow you at some point, again, I love you and we are mutuals in my heart forever. All of my followers are my mutuals. My askbox and messages are always open. You can always tag me in posts (and oh my I'm just remembering all the of tag games I haven't had time to do) I just can't keep up with this anymore. I want to get back to reading fanfic and making the mountains of fanart I want to do for people.

I just, I love you all. But I'm so so tired. I really hope if anything comes out of this long ramble, its that I love you all. The rise fandom has given me so much and I want to return that love.

I'm sorry for the late response anon, and I'm sorry for turning your lovely ask into a bit of a vent. I've tried to put this off for as long as I could, but I just can't do it anymore.

I love you all though <3

#wren askbox #wren screams at 4 am #vent post #sorta #thank you anon for your care I really appreciated it <3

[inkareds]

Sun-Kissed Skin Wally West // 500

nav // dc m.list // ko-fi ✧.* warnings: ficlet, very very uneditted, wrote this in a whim at 12am, apologies ✧.* genre: SFW // Fluff

Unsurprisingly enough, Wally West wasn't much of a morning person. That was Dick's thing when he wanted to be productive. But Wally? Even the days he had planned to be productive, somehow he could sleep through a hundred of his alarms and wake up late into the day if no one physically woke him up.

He thought living with you, thus having to wake up with you every day and go back to sleep every night with you in his arms would fix that situation. After all, though you did always wake up earlier than him, the ruffling of the sheets, the moving of limbs from around him, and the sounds around the apartment should wake him up right? Wrong.

In fact, the sound of the water as you take your morning shower or the ruffling of sheets as you make your way out of the bed. Made his brain realize that you were tangible and that you were here, with him. Thus bringing him so much unprecedented warmth and comfort it lured him into a deeper sleep.

It isn't until you wake him up with a flurry of kisses or the smell of breakfast being cooked that Wally gets up from the bed.

There were times though, extremely rare times, but times indeed, where he'd wake up just earlier before you.

This was one of those times.

Wally's eyes cracked open just a little bit, adjusting them to the sumlight that peeked through the curtains. Despite having them somewhat closed, they were letting in more sunlight than he wished. It came in rays, beaming rays that illuminated the room with bright lines.

He squinted as a low groan erupted from the back of his throat. He was just about to sit up and stretch his muscles when a sudden murmur of words caught his attention. Wally's eyes immediately darted downwards towards his arms.

That was when he realized, for once, he didn't wake up alone. You were still deep in your sleep, cuddling with Wally's side as your subconscious forces you to murmur words of confusion as to why your loving partner was trying to get up. Wally surpressed a chuckle from exploding and relaxed back into the bed.

He spent a few moment just staring at you, smiling as one of his hands slowly carress your cheek. You looked absolutely majestic.

Despite your morning breath, messy hair, slight drool on the corner of your mouth.

Wally couldn't help but let a goofy smile creep towards his expression. You looked incandescently adorable. He felt his heart swell a thousand fold as you shifted in your sleep. Moving towards him and pulling him closer to your embrace.

In the arms of the person he loved most. Wally West found himself drifting right back to unconsciousness. Just as he thought telling you when the two of you woke up about how he woke up before you. Then imagining how you would never believe him.

His smile brightened as he took one last glance at you.

Maybe this could be the motivation to wake up earlier.

He leaned in to press a small kiss on your sun-kissed skin. The rays of sunlight making you more ethereal than he thought could be possible. Before drifting back to the realms of sleep.

RIght, I apologize about how short this was, this was written on a whim because I suddenly got inspiration, and I swear I am writing my Matt Murdock fic I SWEAR I AM WRITING IT, And I swear I am writing my Dick Grayson fanfic AND my Druig Fanfic... I just need to edit them and I hate editting so,.... haha yes....

btw... bcs I saw you guys were interested

@fandomfaeryreads and @the-flying-graysons

#wally west x reader #wally west #flash x reader #flash #kid flash x reader #dick grayson #wally west x you #wally west fic #flash fic #flash one shot #dc #dcu #dcau #justice league #young justice

[almostawinchester]

Guess who spent the last few hours making an AI chatbot write a “the clown from It meet the Derry Girls” fanfic? 🙋‍♀️

The sun was setting over Derry, and the girls from Our Lady Immaculate College were walking home from school. They were gabbing away about the day's craic when they heard a strange noise coming from the bushes.

"What's that racket?" asked Erin, the leader of the gang.

"I dunno, but I'm fecking curious," replied Michelle, the loudmouth and troublemaker of the group.

As they got closer, they saw a red balloon floating in the air. Suddenly, a clown appeared from behind the bushes, holding the balloon.

Orla and Michelle were intrigued, but Clare, Erin and James were cautious. 

"I don't trust him one bit," said Clare, eyeing the clown warily.

"I agree, something doesn't feel right," Erin added.

James, the token boy, was shaking with fear.

"I'm with ya, Erin. This clown gives me the heebie-jeebies," James agreed.

Orla, on the other hand, was completely oblivious.

"Ah, lads, would you look at that, a clown! How lovely! I've always wanted to be friends with a clown," Orla exclaimed.

"Hello, children. Would you like to play with me?" asked the clown, his voice soft and friendly. 

"Are ye mad, mate? We don't play with strangers in Derry," Clare exclaimed.

"Ah, come on, Clare, he seems grand," Orla said. "What's your name?"

"I am It," said the clown, smiling.

Michelle couldn't resist the urge to mess with her friends. "Oh, Orla, I think he likes you! Look at those dreamy eyes," she said, nudging her friend.

Orla blushed and giggled, "Oh, stop it, Michelle."

Michelle wasn't one to back down from a challenge. "Come on, girls, let's go see what he wants."

The girls cautiously approached the clown and were fascinated by his colorful makeup and balloon animals. 

Meanwhile, James was quietly panicking. He had always been terrified of clowns ever since he saw one steal his dad's nose at a circus when he was five. He tried to back away discreetly, but the clown noticed his unease.

"It seems like our friend James here is a bit nervous," the clown said, eyeing James with a mischievous glint in his eye.

James froze, unable to respond. How did the clown know his name? 

The clown pulled out a balloon animal and started to shape it into a creepy-looking spider. "Don't worry, James, it's just a harmless balloon spider!" the clown chuckled, holding it out for James to take.

James reluctantly took the balloon and tried to smile, but it came out more like a grimace. He couldn't wait to get away from this creepy clown and his twisted balloon creations.

"What's wrong, James? Aren't you having fun?" the clown asked, his voice dripping with false concern.

James’ heart pounded in his chest as he tried to back away from the clown. It took a few moments for him to regain his composure and answer the clown. "N-no, I-I'm okay," he stuttered, but he knew that the clown could see right through him.

The clown's smile widened, revealing sharp teeth. "Don't worry, James. I know all about your fears," he said, his voice low and menacing.

James shuddered at the thought of the clown knowing his deepest fears. He wanted to run away, but he was too scared to move. 

As the girls played with the clown, they too began to notice something off about him. His smile seemed too wide, too forced, and his eyes seemed to follow them wherever they went.

Michelle, who was always the bravest of the group, tried to ignore her unease and continued to play. However, the clown's behavior became more and more unsettling. He started to make odd comments about their fears and insecurities, things they had never shared with anyone.

Clare's fear of the dark, Michelle's fear of heights, and Erin's fear of being alone all seemed to be exposed by the clown's words.

"Wait, how did you know that?" Clare asked, her voice shaking.

The clown simply smiled and said, "Oh, I know a lot of things. I've been around for a very long time."

The girls started to feel trapped, and they realized that they had made a terrible mistake by approaching the clown. They tried to leave, but he blocked their way, his face now twisted into a grotesque, malevolent grin.

"You're not going anywhere, my dears," he said, his voice now cold and menacing. "I have plans for you, and I won't let you ruin them."

The clown's face twisted into a sinister grin, and he started to chase the girls with sharp teeth bared.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, he's gone mad!" shouted Michelle.

"Run for yer lives, girls!" Erin screamed.

"Good Lord, what is happening?!" James exclaimed, running for his life.

Erin, Michelle, Clare and James ran for their lives, trying to escape the evil creature. Orla, however, was still trying to befriend the clown.

"Wait for me! I want to be your friend!" Orla shouted, running after the clown.

"Orla, are you daft?!" Erin yelled.

Finally, the girls caught up to Orla and dragged her away from the clown. They ran through the streets of Derry, dodging It's attacks and hiding behind buildings.

"We need to do something, he's going to catch us!" Michelle shouted.

Erin had an idea.

"I know, let's use the Troubles to our advantage. He won't be expecting that," Erin said.

The girls quickly ran to a nearby building and put up a sign that read "IRA Headquarters."

"Quick, get inside and hide," Erin said.

The girls huddled inside and listened intently for any signs of the clown’s approach, but there was only silence. 

"He's not following," Clare whispered. 

"Maybe he's scared of the Troubles," Michelle said with a laugh.

Suddenly, they heard a strange noise coming from the corner of the room.

"He's coming!" James shouted, his voice quivering.

The girls turned to face the corner where the strange noise was coming from. A sinister laughter filled the room, and the girls saw a figure emerging from the shadows. It was the clown, and his makeup was now smudged, making him look even more sinister than before.

The clown slowly approached the girls, his eyes fixed on James, who was shaking with fear. "What's wrong, little boy? Are you scared of me?" the clown asked in a menacing tone.

James tried to back away, but the clown grabbed his arm, and the other girls tried to pull him away. "Let him go, you monster!" Clare shouted.

But the clown just chuckled and said, "Why would I let him go when he's so afraid? Fear is what gives me power."

The clown's face contorted into a twisted grin, revealing rows of sharp teeth, and the girls screamed in terror.

"We need to get rid of this eejit once and for all!" Clare exclaimed.

"I've got it! Let's get him drunk on some Guinness," Michelle suggested.

"Michelle, you're a genius!" Erin cheered.

The girls quickly ran to the nearest pub and ordered the clown a pint of Guinness. 

"Hey, what are you doing with those?" asked the bartender.

"Saving the world, of course!" Erin replied.

She ran back to the scene of the battle and threw the pints of Guinness at the clown. It stumbled backwards, disoriented by the sticky liquid. As the beer soaked into its clothes, causing it to slip and fall, he started to sway and mumble incoherently.

"He's gone all wobbly!" Orla giggled.

"Ah, thank God for the Irish love of a good pint," Michelle exclaimed.

"Now's our chance!" Erin said, grabbing a nearby broomstick.

As Erin swung the broomstick at the clown, he suddenly lunged forward and grabbed it out of her hands. The clown's eyes glowed red with anger as he raised the broomstick and swung it back at Erin.

The girls scattered, trying to avoid the clown's attacks. James had taken shelter behind a nearby trash can and was trembling with fear.

"Girls, we need a new plan!" he shouted.

Just then, the clown started to laugh maniacally. The laughter echoed through the streets of Derry and sent chills down the girls' spines.

"What's so funny?" Clare demanded.

"You girls think you can defeat me with your pints of beer and broomsticks?" the clown cackled. "I am It! I am eternal! You cannot destroy me!"

The girls looked at each other, unsure of what to do next. They had thrown everything they had at the clown, but he seemed unstoppable.

"Maybe we should call in the IRA?" Orla suggested, causing the other girls to roll their eyes.

"No, we're not getting the IRA involved, Orla. Let's stick to what we know," Erin said firmly. "We're Derry Girls, remember? We fight with our wits and our Irish charm."

They had no weapons, but they had each other.

"We may not have weapons, but we have each other, and that's worth a pint of Guinness any day," Michelle said with a grin.

The girls stood in a circle, holding hands and chanting, "We are not afraid of you, It!" in their best Irish accents. James tried to join in, but his British accent stood out like a sore thumb.

Suddenly, a loud screeching noise filled the air. It was coming from the direction of the clown. The girls watched in amazement as the clown started to shrink – their combined bravery and determination weakened It, causing him to disappear into the darkness.

"Ha! Take that, you creepy clown!" Clare exclaimed, doing a victory dance.

The girls breathed a sigh of relief and hugged each other tightly. They knew that they had faced their fears and conquered them together.

"Well, that was a bit of craic, wasn't it?" said Michelle, grinning.

"Indeed it was, Michelle. I must say, I don't think I've ever been that scared in my life," James admitted, still shaking.

"That's just how it is in Derry, James. You never know what's going to happen," said Erin, patting him on the back.

"I can't believe you were trying to make friends with a killer clown," Clare added.

Orla, being Orla, looked confused.

"What do you mean killer clown? He seemed nice to me," Orla said.

The girls explained the situation to Orla.

Orla was still a bit confused.

"Wait, so the clown was a bad guy?" Orla asked. She finally realized the danger they had been in. "Well, I suppose it's a good thing we had the IRA and Guinness on our side," she said, nodding.

The girls walked home, laughing about their wild adventure, and Orla happily talked about how she was going to tell everyone at school about her encounter with the clown.

As they walked back home, they couldn't help but feel proud of themselves. They had faced their fears and come out victorious – from that day on, the legend of It the clown was never spoken of again. And they did it all while being the funniest and most Irish girls in Derry.

#ai #derry girls #it movie

[ivymarquis]

💕 self-love time! talk about which ones of YOUR creations (edits, artworks, fanfics) you like the most then send to other creators to do the same 💕

Weeeeee lets gooooo (links going to my ao3). Also this has been sitting here since may lmao my bad I am incredibly slow. This might be too many examples but OH WELLLLLLLL~

Late Bloomer is one of my faves that I've written. More or less all of my kinks eventually lead back to the Rome that is breeding kink with me, and this one basically incorporates all of those. I'm a sucker for some good a/b/o, breeding, etc.,

Happy isn't really one of my better known fics (that I'm aware of, anyway), and if I was the type of person who was able to consistently work on long fics I could have made a good one with this concept but like..... lowkey the overarching summary vibe kinda works for me

All Good Things Same thing- not one of my more popular fics, but I love this one. It explores the dynamics of the cult vs hope county locals a bit, is soft with Jacob and Shiloh hedging around each other. I know most people are for the raunchy porn and I gladly deliver but sometimes I want my soft shit

Better Late Than Never Same as above, but Jacob deserves a nap and the family he always wanted. This man absolutely had aspirations of breaking the cycle and the way he continues to perpetuate it via the trials is something that I just cannot shake.

Quality Over Quantity This one was just unfettered filth. My thought process was "Jacob would probably have some weird breeding shit going on with the Chosen right???? He treats people like cattle there's no way this is where he draws the line." Low key could gone either way because I don't actually recall any female chosen in game so like..... either few female chosen being hunted by a gaggle of dudes or like....a hoard of women hand picked and sequestered away solely for- ANYWAY I'M A GODLESS WHORE

What You Want** This is a lesson in why I don't write multi-parters other than one shots and the occasional sequel (See: Late Bloomer). It took 3 (!!!!) years to write this shit lmfao Scratches the same itches as Late Bloomer but also has Jacob-esque mind fuckery directed @ the Deputy CC coded tbh, and just all around a darker vibe which I love.

Apex Predator** Re-reading back on the first chapter, I did a way better job on this than I felt when I initially published it. I still wanna work on this but alas 1) COD brainrot has me in a chokehold right now 2) Please refer back to how it took me 3 years to write a 3 part fic, and this is gonna be a big ol multichapter piece. Imma be working on this shit when they drop FC 10 LMAO. But God just all the ideas I've got for Jacob and CC? They're gonna drive each other insane.

** What You Want and Apex Predator are dark fics for those of you not already familiar with them, click with caution and read the fing tags lol

I like how there is one overwatch fic and I'm not even really that big of a Genji girl myself and then the rest of this is just my deranged obsession with a 40-something cannible.

#far cry 5 #overwatch #genji x reader #jacob seed x deputy #dark!fic #thank you for letting me ramble <3 #ivy answers #my writing

[hurricanrxna]

hello everyone!! welcome to the prologue of my new fanfic series featuring the miz and my original character dani! this idea has blossomed into my little labor of love recently and marries so many of my favorite things into a super mushy and emotional little package. I've been wanting to write a proper multi-chapter fic for such a long time, but the pressure of putting out really long chapters has always scared me off. recently though I decided to just bite the bullet because I was so inspired by this; screw my own internal pressure! 😂 so! here I am! each chapter will be accompanied by a short synopsis plus links to previous chapters and the master list!. for questions about the story or input or anything at all, please don't hesitate to send 'em in through my asks! I would love to hear all of your feedback ❤️

synopsis : every dream started somewhere. some just so happened to begin in a low-income apartment in California in 2002, where two people looked up at their grungy ceiling and dared to believe that together they could go farther than they had ever imagined. find the full story synopsis & masterlist here!

"Babe? You think I packed enough socks? 'Cuz I know I got fifteen pairs already but you never know." The chaotic sounds of clothes rustling and all manner of objects hitting the nearby dresser could be heard from the teeny half-kitchen just a few steps away, comically punctuating his words.

"Fifteen pairs, Mike?! You're going to orientation for two days not Mount Everest!" Dani shouted back with an unmistakable smile that seemed to melt into her voice. Though she was focused on the food in front of her, she was mostly just soaking in the moment to make sure she kept it slotted away in her mind forever.

Maybe part of it was because Dani knew that this was a turning point; something in her heart told her that.

When Mike had a dream and had a mission, he worked at it day and night until he didn't just earn it, he owned it. It's how he had gotten his shot in reality television, in front of the cameras where she knew he belonged. And while his time in television like that had been fun for both of them, it wasn't where his story was going to end. Dani knew that in her heart too.

Dani was there when Mike had decided to become a WWE wrestler. Like any other lost twenty-something, he was at a crossroads. And yet the path had opened up to him so easily, and it all took off from there. It was all moving so quickly, in fact, that Dani felt as though she was caught in a whirlwind. It was more enjoyable than anything, but she just hoped that she could hold on tight enough to stay on the ground by the end of it.

"Yeah, but you know how I am! Things just disappear around me sometimes; I swear I put something down here, then it's gone!" Mike's voice whisked Dani back to the present, thankfully just in time for her to rescue the mac and cheese. "Imagine the horror of me walking out there, first day of training, with one sock on."

"As if you wouldn't find a way to make that your gimmick or something," Dani cocked an eyebrow his way as she watched him saunter out of their bedroom, his hair still tightly gelled. "I think 'The Sockless Wonder' would get over great. I'd buy the t-shirt!"

Mike rolled his eyes in an attempt to seem unamused, though the huge grin that tugged at his lips gave it all away. A few steps more and he was standing closely behind Dani at the stove, wrapping his arms around her gently and pulling ever so slightly to ease her away from the tempting boxed meal.

"I'm allowed to steal that idea, right? Without crediting you at all? 'Cuz I'm gonna need the money." He chuckled as he rested his chin on her shoulder, kissing her jaw softly. Dani, never able to resist his charms even on the best of days, relented and leaned back a bit with a content sigh. The food would still be there when they got back, anyway.

"You credit me or I sue you, Mizanin. And where we're going, you'll be dealing with my very expensive and very morally dubious lawyers!" Mike let out a big laugh and in one smooth movement, grabbed Dani by the waist and pulled her onto the plush (discounted from a garage sale) fluffy rug below them. For a second he tickled her as revenge before laying down beside her, their fingers intertwined.

It was silent for a few minutes, so much so that Dani could feel her heart beating in her chest. She couldn't shake the feeling that they were standing on the precipice of something, a new beginning that she hadn't believed was possible. Both of them had grown up in small towns with the promise that they would live their lives just as their parents had. Dani had become content with that idea; Mike hadn't. His drive to be something greater than what anyone had thought he could accomplish was what Dani owed her ambition to.

"You feel that too?"

"Yeah. It's a lot."

"Scary?"

"No, not really. Not with you here." Mike turned to Dani and, for as long as she'd live, gave her a smile she'd never forget that she swore could end wars and bring about world peace. Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic. But it was still a smile she'd replay countless times over in her head for years. It said more than just excitement. More than just anticipation. It was a promise.

He then pointed to the ceiling with confidence and a goofy expression that made her laugh, almost like he was about to perform. "'Cuz when you see me come down that ramp one day, with the fireworks and the pyro and the crowd screaming, I'm not gonna be afraid of anything and you know why?" Mike leaned in closer to her as he waited for her response, making her chuckle.

"Why?"

"Because I'll have you there, right by my side. Because I'll know that I got to where I am because you never gave up on me. When everyone else didn't see me, you did. And I'll spend the rest of my life thanking you for that." Dani's breath hitched and she knew her next words were going to be all wonky and choked up while she tried to fight off tears.

If there was only a way to show him how much he meant to her, to show him that she loved him beyond any words she could speak.

"Then that's where I'll stay," she finally said, sniffling as she took his arm and held him as close as she could to her. "Right here next to you."

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[electricbluebutterflies]

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis 🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love 🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time? 🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now 🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer's block and low creativity ☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

already answered here but the short version is I don't actually remember

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

I'm on my laptop and emojis aren't an option... also what the hell is a longer WIP, everything I've turned out lately has been "how much of a ficlet can I write in 30 minutes"... I do have a bigger idea I'm batting around but I do NOT know what emojis I'd pick for that, maaaaybe a snake but otherwise idk...

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

Unusually for me, I actually HAVE been reading a lot of fic lately for various babes and all of it has been really good / honestly choosing just one is hard but let's go with these are the hands of fate because the amount of emotions I have had off something under 400 words // I am a nice bisexual woman with a hand kink and this is what I didn't know I've wanted for like two and a half years...

🎲 ⇢ what stops you from writing more in your free time?

Lol, I feel like I write more than I should / I definitely prioritize fic-writing over other things I could (and probably should) be doing. I've been writing a lot more lately because emotional uncertainty and that's how I get through!

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

Grad school is going fairly well / my research area is So Good for me (and also going to influence sooo much of my fic going forward and yes this is intentional / I want those sides of my life to be in conversation with each other and I CAN do that and I'm so excited), I did not get seriously hurt last weekend and the bruises are fading, and I am conveniently off work on drunk-wildife-Nascar-day / I get to spend today doing fun things instead of wrangling huskies with anxiety.

🌿 ⇢ give some advice on writer’s block and low creativity

If a fic isn't working after batting it a bit, sometimes the solution is to switch perspectives. My writing style is SO focused and internalized and sometimes I guess wrong on which babe is having a more interesting time in whatever scene I'm writing. (A ficlet I did last night that will post via queue in like two weeks, for example... I like where it went with the perspective I chose, but it would've worked just as well / maybe even better through the other babe's eyes.) For more general burnout... finding a new shiny to be obsessed with helps. I've cultivated a very specific ship type in part because it lets me keep a list of "don't have brainspace for them YET but if I need a distraction here's a few easy ones" and there are a few babes that have been on that list for years just waiting for me to need them.

☁️ ⇢ what made you choose your username?

I was going to try to link a gifset here but we are NOT dealing with 2014!me today sooo... let's just say a scene in a show I was very into at that point with a character I identified with maybe a little too much, and that era ended ages ago but it was always a really vague reference and I decided to keep the username because it's CUTE.

#ebf ask games

[polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup]

Pausing halfway through reading one of your fics to pop in and say I really love your narration and character voices. It’s not common in fanfic for an author to write in a way that’s layered enough for the reader to gain their own insights and conclusions. Like I’m in the last chapter of therianthropy and there’s the stuff that happens on the same page when there’s dissonance between thoughts and actions or when Karen buys Matt the sympathy muffin and Matt’s mad that that tactic totally works, and there’s also the longer story motifs that must be so hard to tie together when you’re publishing at the same time as actively writing.

The bit that got me to stop is when teenage Matt’s at Fogwell’s. Previously we saw Fogs starting to talk about the little boxing found family and Matt’s all “oh geez I hope he doesn’t start the lecture about sacred boxing fraternity 🙄”. And on its own this was a great scene because it showcased the characterisation of Fogs, Matt and Lisa in a few short paragraphs. Fogs is real passionate about this one thing, Matt’s heard this windbag go on about it a million times and is comfortable enough to be a little bitch, and Lisa’s relaxing for the first time in a /long/ while. And it’s beautiful.

But then. BUT THEN!!!!!!! This *fucking* speech Fogs was about to launch into!!!!!! Is the very thing that made Matt feel genuinely loved for the first time since Jack died!!!!!!!! Nearly ten years!!!!!!!!! And when Matt finds this traumatised teenage soldier that needs reassurance, love and support, he takes her to the the place where that unconditional care was given to him all those years ago and arhgrgahgrhhogohrgohhhh don’t even get me started on kintsugi ok I hope u never stop creating ok ur fics make me wanna howl at the fucking moon

2/2 Sorry my coherency evaporated real quick there. Your stories are also laugh out loud funny

Hello extremely kind ask I have neglected in my ask box for far too long. Thank you for your kind words they made me extremely happy and made me feel more competent than I actually am.

The tough part about fanfiction is that everything y'all get is basically a first draft because, like you said, it's publish-as-you-go and I don't have the chance to go back and rewrite the story to be more cohesive. Like, the act of writing itself means the plot and characters are still developing, and i really rely on editing and second drafts for that in a way that's not super possible with fanfiction. Sometimes the characters just Do Things and i'm like "wha--stop that. why are you. since when do you. why didn't you do that like 100k words ago." and it gives it a very flying-by-the-seat-of-my-pants vibe from my perspective.

I am a very big fan of Recycling when it comes to my writing, and i think it makes it seem a little more put-together than it is. Like, I always have big Scenes in my head that exist from the start of the story that I know are going to make an appearance, so I just bury references to them them I need to craft the moments leading up. Or, if I don't have a scene planned and there's something missing, I tend towards trying to tie it back to something that already existed in the story, so there's a little bit more of a common line running through it. Granted, if you do this too much it seems a little kitschy, so I don't always do it, but I'm a firm believe in using what you have to the fullest extent.

If i recall correctly, Fogs' confusing Matt into staying by just sort of talking until he passed out was a Big Scene and I was just planting my chekov's guns like a deeply unqualified gardner who should have been fired a long time ago and never given access to the guns safe. I knew that I wanted Lisa being taken in by Matt to parallel his own recovery from Stick, so it was sort of low-hanging fruit to have Fogs go off on the same rant. I also kind of liked it because I think time does a lot for reframing how we think of things.

Like, when Matt first gets Fogs' speech about Ancient Sumerian Men Beating The Hell Out Of Each Other, he's half starved, half feral, and trying to fling himself back out into the hostile streets of New York because he feels safer alone than he has ever felt with other people. He passes out, wakes up with a blanket over him and Fogs asleep at his desk even when he doesn't have to be. Like you said--it's the first time in a very long time that he's felt safe.

Then, when he's in the future, it's just very casual. It's not really framed as remarkable, and Matt doesn't hold it in his mind as something that glitters. I thought it showed an enormous amount of healing for him to be so comfortable with Fogs that he didn't seem to remember that this was something that once brought him to tears.

And you're also right about Matt bringing her there--it was easy recycling in the sense that i needed to answer the question of "where would he bring this traumatized child he doesn't know how to help" and figured the answer was "probably the place that helped him."

Thank you for your kind words they made me extremely happy and I'm very glad you like my writing

#if you have an unanswered ask in my ask box you are not being ignored I’m just still chipping away at them #one day I’ll finish cleaning out my ask box and it will be over for all you bitches #see I go through this cycle where I start to answer them and then I can’t finish in one sitting and then it sits in my drafts for months #when i say some have been in my drafts for like. a year. #see i was doing them in order that they came in but that just ended in a lot more asks getting very old so now i just answer at random #with zero rhyme or reason #will you get an answer in a minute or a year even i don't know #but yeah from my perspective its messy screaming hurtling down a cliff and landing wrong but trying to make it look purposeful #i'm thrilled and touched you like it

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For the author ask action! 2, 4, 9 🧡💛🧡💛🧡

<3!

2. What fanfic do you wish you got more response on?

I want to preface this by saying that I am consistently blown away by the response my writing has gotten. There's a level on which the honest answer is "none" because I fully acknowledge that I am beyond lucky when it comes to how my stuff has been received.

That said, if I had to pick one fic, I'd say Impatient to Be Free is the story where the response that I have gotten feels especially, like, rare and precious. I think the reasons why it wasn't more popular are fairly straightforward—it was (tangentially) fic for a movie that had come out 8 years prior, the fandom had been pretty dormant for years and years, plus it reimagined the main characters as women and the sad truth is that f/f in general just doesn't get the kind of attention as m/m.

I think it's one of the best things I've written in a way—it's one of very few pieces that started with a solid thesis beyond "I want these two characters to smooch please", I did a ton of research, I think it covers some historical ground that you don't see discussed much and some issues that are still relevant today, plus I really worked hard on the period piece aspect. It might also hold a special place in my heart because I'd started writing it, put it aside for six years, and then finished it, which never happens for me. All of that aside, though, I always kinda knew it wasn't gonna be a blockbuster. I'm at peace about it, despite what this paragraphs-long answer might have you believe, haha.

4. Do you prefer writing multi-chapter or oneshot fanfictions?

I think all things being perfectly equal, I do like digging in my heels and lingering in a setting for multiple chapters. I really enjoy having the time to just hang out with the characters a bit, and include some low-stakes interactions that try to get to the rhythms of real life. Real life is not very efficiently plotted.

9. What’s your favorite line(s) or scene(s) that you have written?

Hmm, what a kind question. I think "...time is a slow, shitty bridge but it will eventually carry him somewhere else" (from World Ain't Ready) is something that's stuck with me because it is a lesson you have to learn in life, sometimes more than once, and I feel like that moment is very earned in the context of the story.

And then my favorite fic I've written is generally whichever one I've written most recently, so I'd say the diner scenes in We are Stardust, We are Golden, for the way it gestures at Steve both trying and not-trying to figure something out about himself.

#fanfic ask meme

[sknmannn]

BLOG INTRO~

(Figured that I should make this for the visitors dropping by my blog)

Hihi!!

>My name is Seb, I also go by other aliases like Sekkun or SKN. I am a self-taught Singaporean artist born in 06’ and draw during my free time whenever I feel like it. Will also write fics if I feel like it too.

>In my second year of College and the assignments are rather heavy so expect inconsistent posts, my serious art pieces are posted about once a month.

LIKES:

>Drawing (obviously)

>Visual Kei, ESPECIALLY the band The GazettE.

>Astronomy. I love stars!

>People enjoying my OCs. I will MELT when people do that.

>Orcas. They’re cool :D

DISLIKES:

>My Crippling Anxiety.

>Art block

>My sleeping schedule

>Procrastinations (bad habit of mine)

>Schoolwork stacking up

>Ghosts/Paranormal activities

>Being an airhead

TOP 3~

CURRENT FANDOM(s):

>Tokyo Revengers: I got sucked into the fandom after relapsing by accident. I have a few OCs, however there is not much lore and is still a work in progress. Might call my OC world “Tokyo Revengers: Vanta”.

>HIGH & LOW: There was a lack of TR content and discovered this masterpiece from my “for you” page. I have no OCs in this fandom, but I think Oya high is neat as hell. Idk how I managed to sit through 7 movies in a week.

OTHER FANDOMS I KNOW OF:

>Splatoon & Coroika

>Kuroko No Basuke

>Obey Me

>Homestuck

>Osomatsu-San

>FKMT Universe (Akagi & Kaiji)

>Jojo’s Bizzarre adventure

>Mob Psycho 100

>Ikebukuro West Gate Park

>DnD and a little bit of Baldur’s Gate 3

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>My account in intended for teen and older audiences. There would be occasional fan-service OC art if I’m feeling goofy.

>I am a serial OC x CANON artist. Oops!

>I will make satirical sus jokes from time to time so don’t go around crying because I warned you.

>DMs are open, but I will not always reply to DMs or even comments because I am shy as well as busy with school so please be patient with me.

>Reposting my art/ Using my art for other purposes like as a PFP or for profit without my consent is HIGHLY PROHIBITED. (Reblogs are perfectly fine tho)

DNI IF:

>You are uncomfy with fanservice

>You are a pr*shipper

>You want free art

>TBH, you know the basics.

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#blog intro #blog rules #splatoon #oc x canon #tokyo revengers #high and low #Spotify

[mentallyburningwaffles]

Word Boyfriends (A Frog x Duck Word World Fanfic) #1

A/N: Hey I know what you are thinking. Why am I writing a fanfic for some children’s show that literally educates babies how to read letters? Well, in a nutshell, it is a show that I’ve never got to experience in my childhood. I’m going to be 18 literally next year, but that won’t stop me from writing about my current hyper-fixation. This will be a series of fanfics that I might as well post on Tumblr. Take note that this fanfic will take place a bunch of years after the end of the series; therefore, it will be safe for work and fluffy (To be honest, I don’t do raunchy literature anyway.) Welp. Hopefully you’ll feel nostalgic reading this. ʕ ᵔᴥᵔ ʔ

It was a beautiful night in Word World, and Frog and Duck were settling down on the couch after a long day of celebrating with their friends. Now it is time to relax a little.

The living room in Frog and Duck’s log was dimly lit, which had a comfortable liking to it. The house was all cleanly and well kept from the books being on their shelves - Duck is reading a lot now that he knows his letters well, the floors were swept, the dishes are done, and dusting was already done by Frog an hour ago.

“That party was something that we’ve never done before,” exclaimed Duck. “You’ve always thrown parties around your birthday Y’know?”

“Oh yeah. It was so much fun,” recalled Frog who was wrapping an arm around Duck; Duck rested on his shoulder comfortably. “But now I’m glad it’s over.”

“But why Frog?”

The amphibian word friend smiled gently looking at his partner with nice gentle eyes. “Because I get to spend the rest of the night with you.”

The yellow feathered word friend felt light red on his cheeks, and he felt a smile coming along. He quacked happily snuggling with his lover hugging his waist; Frog croaked in happy pleasure.

“Angel,” Duck said. “You make me the most happiest duck in Word World.”

“And you make me the most happiest Frog in Word World, too.”

They both sat embracing the moment of affection and comfort. They have always cuddled with each other and exchanged a few kisses here and there, and they both like being together. That’s why they’re boyfriends.

“I will say I’m in a mood for some leftover ice cream right now,” Frog said as he played with Duck’s hair feathers gently. “And then we can read your favorite book ‘Duck Saves the Day’.”

Before Duck could say anything else, a loud boom came from outside. It crackled and popped just like rice cereal when the milk gets on top of it, and Duck’s face turned from joyful to frightened. His eyes shrank, his smile went away, and he was gripping tight on Frog’s waist.

Frog looked outside from the window noticing that little drops of water was coming at a fast, fast pace - it was not pretty at all from the sounds that the sky made. He croaked and looked back to see his love curled up into a ball with the expression of fear streaking his face; therefore, he knew that he had to do something.

“Honey.” Frog calmly hopped towards Duck sitting next to him. He whispered “Hey. Is-is it okay if I help? What are you feeling?”

Duck was breathing a bit quicker than usual. Instead of steady breaths, he was breathing at a quicker speed with his hand over his chest. Frog was highly concerned and a bit fearful, but he had to understand what’s going on.

“I don’t want it to get me,” Duck shouted with each breath he took.

Frog was panicking on the inside and felt like he needed to do something, so he knew the first thing he had to do whenever Duck felt a strong emotion that he cannot control. He ran towards the bedroom and got the weighted blanked out from the bed that the couple usually sleep in.

He hopped back shushing him reminding Duck that he’s there. The poor word friend was shivering, and his body temperature was low.

“Duck,” Frog spoke softly bringing the love of his life closer near his chest. “I know you feel something, but I think I understand what’s going on.” He looked out the window and back at him. “You must be frightened by the loud noises of the thunderstorm outside, right?”

Duck glanced at him with tear streaked eyes and responded. “Yes. I’m feeling scared, and terrified too. I don’t like the storm. The noise scares me.” He nuzzles him on the neck still quivering. “I don’t want it to get me.”

Frog nuzzled his hair like feathers as if he’s petting Dog, a friend of everyone in Word World. He closed his eyes softly and took a deep breath of sorrow: he feels sad when his babe is upset. He felt rocks in his stomach and a verge of tears, and he remembers how the rain made him feel like he almost lost who he loved best.

“I understand how heavy that feeling is,” Frog recalled. “I remember when I couldn’t come to play with you because I was so scared of the rain. You know my skin feels uneasy and slimy when it touches me.” He lifts Duck’s chin up lightly like how a leaf gets picked up by the wind. “And I was afraid of telling you how I felt because I felt frightened by the fact that would laugh at me. But you helped me.” He smiled. “You built me a coat with the C and the O and A along with a T. I’ve never so excited about water my whole entire life!”

“Yeah. I remember,” Duck wiped the tears from his face - as a result, his eyes seemed a little bit red. “I felt so happy that you came out to play again. I liked riding that boat with Goat. He gave us some great advice: always follow where your hearts lead.”

The amphibian word boyfriend nodded in agreement and chuckled a bit. “I remember that advice too.”

The loud boom came again. BOOM! BOOM! Crackle…

Still Duck held him snug and warm like a huge Build a Bear stuffed animal. His breathing was at a normal motion, he felt safe with the weighted blanket around him, his body temperature was warm. He felt comfortable. Frog felt the rocky feeling from his stomach lift up and he felt a warm feeling that can’t be explained but felt through his heart; therefore, the feeling was security and understanding.

“Yes. I think I did it all right,” he thought. “No actually, I did it well. I think we deserve what we needed in the first place: ice cream and a book.” Then he asked Duck, “How ‘bout we read whatever story you want?”

Duck lightened up. “Yeah. How about those poems me and you are working on in that journal?”

“Okay. Whatever you like,” Frog agreed. “I’ll get us the ice cream.”

#fanfiction #fanfic #nostalgic #2000s nostalgia #pbs kids #pbs #will Anthena P see this? Idk? #hyperfixation go brrr #Spotify

[cattimeswithjellie]

cant believe im just now finding out u have a tumblr⁉️ ive read ur hanahaki au fic soo many times now already and i sm in LOVE... ive read so many within the past idk how long ive been reading fanfics LMAO six?? years???? n this is 100% one of the most unique ones (the only one that tops this in uniqueness was the one where the character eventually became a literal plant and died that way and tbh i like this one more bc i hate mcd n heavy angst 🫶) n its SOO good its addicting every fic ive read hanahaki is ALWAYS treated as a super serious thing n while i love that idea this is the first time ive seen it be treated as just a light thing thst everyone goes thru (also the detail of the flowers growing in hair is soooo <33333) n its so great n i am shakign grian begging him to just TELL SCAR YOU FOOL (but also dont yet bc im a bit too in love w this story) waaaaa its so good!!!!!!!!!! i wabt more people to read this n more people to write lighthearted hanahaki aus and just 🫶🫶 i will gladly wait 6+ months for updates on this and look forward to them all the same as i am rn rhats how much i love this fic LMFAO (this is saying something bc i usually will stop reading fics if they haven't been updated by that long😓 i cant get into the email my ao3 account is connected to n i dont wana make a new one so i keep every tab open separately n try to refresh them every day n sometimes they gota be trimmed down yk?? 50+ tabs of refreshing is not fun or good for my phone)

(i am so sorry this is just a giant wall of text .oops 🫶 now that ik u have a tumblr expect this every time u post LMAO)

Thank you so much, what a lovely comment! <3

I'm really glad you're enjoying the fic, I'm having so much fun writing it! I love a good angsty sadfic as much as anybody, but sometimes you just want a little romantic comedy with low stakes and everybody being friends and a few embarrassing-but-not-too-humiliating Situations for a favorite character. And I wanted to write a hanahaki fic because the idea of coughing up flowers to show you love somebody is really, really funny except for the fact that it's painful and fatal. Take that away, make it uncomfortable and barely harmful, and a world of possibility opens up!

I'm hoping that We Could Be Sleeping in The Flowers will wrap up in two or three more chapters because I've already got the ending sketched out in my head, but I'm hoping it might encourage other people to give lighthearted hanahaki stories a try. I'd love to see what folks come up with!

#fanfic asks #hermitshipping #we could be sleeping in the flowers #scarian #hanahaki