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jedi-enthusiast · 11 months

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Vague Obi-Wan lore from Bloodshed, Crimson Clover shitpost:

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Obi-Wan, eyes glowing, in an empty room: *talking in some ancient language no one can understand*

Some Random Jedi: ...is that not...concerning?

Qui-Gon: Last night I caught him floating on the ceiling and chanting ritualistically. When I asked what he was doing he told me that Master Katri was teaching him an old Je'daii mantra...so I consider this an improvement.

Some Random Jedi: ...isn't she dead?

Qui-Gon: Yes, which is why I will not be asking again.

BONUS:

Dooku, who literally just wants to eat and go to bed: *walks into his Temple quarters*

Obi-Wan:

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Dooku, backing out the door: Nope...nope...not tonight...I'll room with Qui-Gon...just...hell no...

The real reason he was so ready to stab Obi-Wan in AotC

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drawer-of-socks · 9 months

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Haven't drawn the boys in a hot minute-

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pasta-llama · 11 months

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Y'ALL i'm obsessed with the Dresden Files right now, and i've never even read the source material. It's all through fanfic and tumblr posts kakdjejdnwswskdm.

#Dresden Files #why am i like this #Gonna read it eventually i swear #It's just if i start I'm scared i wont be able to stop #And that it's long as well #I like (bad) b-movies so its problematic nature isn't the worst thing #but still makes me hesitant to start #also the books won't have iconic bi harry like the fanfics lol #wizardbaron #harry dresden #john marcone

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carlos-in-glasses · 7 months

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Thank you so much for the tag scintillating @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut and @heartstringsduet 💗

Right. Thanks to a conversation with @thisbuildinghasfeelings I have written a fic in which Gabriel may or may not be back as a ghost. I promise it is not as stupid as it sounds - it's actually very emotional. Here's some mild smut:

"I just don't know how well I'll sleep tonight."

"I'll help," Carlos growls quietly into his ear.

TK smirks, turns a little so he can kiss Carlos' chest and teasingly lick his nipple. He wouldn't mind a relaxing blowjob, and Carlos wouldn't either, as evidenced by the circus tent his c*ck is making of his striped pajamas. Feeling how hard he is beneath the thin, soft cotton, TK begins to grind against him instinctively, though rational thought says there's no Kleenex in this room and the bathroom is down the hall; irrational thought says that they're potentially being monitored by supernatural forces beyond comprehension.

He wonders if the need to get off is stronger than his fear.

It is.

"Once you frot you can't stop," he whispers, and they dissolve into hissy giggles.

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#Ghost Gabriel Fic #My fic #seven sentence sunday #I feel like by promising it isn't dumb you'll all be like “that's exactly what someone who has written something dumb would say”#But I swear to you - I really like this fic and I'm excited to share it in October #tarlos fanfic

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rusty-lustful-fireflies · 1 year

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me: searches for a story with Jet in it

ao3:

#jet atla #Jet #fanfic #ao3 #atla #fandom #i swear #the toxic ex thing isn't as creative as you think #once found one where he hates children #jetko #jetara #and why would Jet be arsonist of all things?#jet deserved better #jest DESERVES better #atla meme #jetpositiveposts

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cayenneexe · 9 months

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The World According to Kris (reverse!au) 1/4

K-008, Kritical or Kris to family and friends, suffers from Black Rust Disease, which is an infection that makes him rot from the inside.

Kris knows how much his family sacrificed for him and just wants to stop being a burden for once. He’s given that chance when he and his brother team up with humans to get their ticket back home. Maybe now, he can finally be the hero he always wanted.

Or

Reverse Roles AU and basically Kris takes Bee’s place in RotB, killed by Scourge trying to steal the transwarp key before being revived, followed by flashbacks on Noah’s and Kris’ life before the crash that sent hundreds of Cybertronians to Earth.

Ao3 Sneak Peek

Oddly enough, when he felt his spark go out, the last thing he remembered wasn’t his life but the last conversation he had with his brother.

Kris remembers standing on a hill. The darkness of the night sky blocked the vision of any passing humans seeing metal aliens in the distance. The only thing illuminating is the shine of the stars against their plating.

Their human allies stand in a circle not too far from them. The blond teen Bumblebee stands next to his leader Optimus with the pink-haired motorcyclist Arcee standing on his other side. Mirage isn’t with them, busy grabbing the holotech promised to get Kris into the museum.

Kris is next to his brother and he spots the antennas on Noah’s helmet to flicker every few seconds. Clearly, the forest green Challenger wasn’t so fond of these squishy beings in the middle of their own mission to go home.

That doesn’t make sense. Humans are great! They made movies, video games𑁋although the one with the red plumber and the weird fire-breathing reptile is frustrating to finish𑁋and consume such colorful resources! The orange bot can’t help but envy the fact that he doesn’t have taste buds just thinking about it.

“What’s up with your face plate?”

Noah’s voice snaps Kris out of his thoughts, realizing the jealous scowl on his intake and immediately dropping his derma to a nervous smile.

“It’s nothing. Just thinking about how cool it would be to take a bite of those Earth cheeseburgers.” Kris assures his brother while trying to guess what a burger would taste like, “Do you think it’s like the Francium frankfurters back home or-”

“You know we can’t stay, right?”

Kris stops talking, looking up at the tall transformer. Noah’s voice was stern yet his expression looked delicate. It seemed he was afraid to offend the smaller bot while maintaining his usual serious older-brother persona.

The words regarding Earthly foods vanish from his glossa and the orange Viper just groans. “I know.”

A soft breeze leaves Noah’s cooling fans like an understanding but tired sigh, “You can’t get too attached to this planet. It will hurt even more when we have to leave.”

Kris grinds his denta. He knows that his older brother is just trying to protect him and he admires that. Everything that Noah has ever done was to protect him and his happiness, even at the sacrifice of his own. The memories of the bitter looks from everyone as Noah walked past them hurts just thinking about it and knowing those looks are because of him.

This involuntary visit to Earth would end eventually but that doesn’t soften the upcoming pain of having to leave this ruined yet beautiful planet.

Seven months ago when they crashed, the two brothers were separated. Noah was apparently all the way in Puerto Rico while the orange bot crashed near the border of New York all alone.

After a few Earth weeks, Kris had the bravery to venture into the city. With a teen holoform and a burnt orange pick-up truck alt, he drove into every part of New York. He ventured into Queens, Manhattan, and a bright red area they named Chinatown. He also visited Times Square where he copied the look of a beautiful Dodge Viper on display and had a newfound rage against human parking and traffic.

They were all flashy and beautiful but his favorite place was Brooklyn, mainly the small neighborhoods with kids that played on the streets, soft chatter from the sidewalks and the familiar feeling within the area.

Obviously, the place wasn’t completely safe—often startled and woken up by the sirens of the Decepticon police force almost every night—but something about this planet felt alive.

“You don’t understand.” Kris grumbles, trying to push down the frustration in his vocalizer, “Everything they make is so colorful! They don’t need movies, games or music to fight their bad leader. They just have it because they do!”

Kris looks away from his brother and onto the gathered humans with determination in their eyes as Mirage arrives. His silver Porsche pulls up and the driver begins to walk towards his team but first waving hello at the robots with the illusion disk at hand. Only Kris waves back in a similar manner.

“Their world is so messed up yet the Racers still have hope.” Kris crosses his arms and grins unapologetically, “So, sorry if I get attached. Human are just so fun!”

Noah’s brow plates furrow in confusion but now, his eyes gleam with a certain curiosity, “And how does fun help them survive?”

Surely in a world where humans are ruled under an iron fist, Mirage’s smile shouldn’t be as bright and wide at the sight of new friends and the hope in the Freedom Racers shouldn’t be so infectious.

“It doesn’t help them survive, it helps them live.”

Kris won’t ever know if Noah understood what he said or changed his mind about humans. He wouldn’t blame him after this.

A human controlling a Cybertronian’s corpse killed his little brother, who was trying to save humans.

The Viper isn't worried if Noah cares about humans. He worries how Noah will change.

Kris knew he died. He’s not stupid but not ready to leave his brother alone. Noah has always been protecting him and vice versa as much Kris tries.

With the younger one gone, who will protect his Sonic now.

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vee-is-a-clown · 1 year

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Let The Bodies Hit The Floor

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This is it.

"I'm going to die," Lance thought as he held on for dear life, "I'm going to fall and die."

He looked up to Keith, sitting there. How could he sit there, watching Lance slowly slip through life's grasp and not say anything? Then again, Keith helping him in this moment might be more embarrassing than death.

"Lance, what are you doing?"

"Nothing."

That was very obviously a lie. With every second, he found himself inching ever closer to death's welcoming embrace. No matter how hard he gripped, he was still slipping and his fall to the cold hard ground was imminent.

"Lance, you're falling."

"No, I'm not."

The corners of Keith's lips turned up into a horrible grin.

Oh no.

Lance fought to keep himself from falling as Keith reached over to Lance. He better not- SHIT!

Keith nudged Lance, causing him to fall. Lance always knew that he shouldn't have trusted Keith. If only he'd have known his future.

The fall felt like hours even though it was only a couple seconds. Then, Lance's body hit the hard ground with a thud. Keith couldn't stop cackling.

Lance looked up at his boyfriend from his bedroom floor.

"How dare you!"

"Sorry, Pumpkin. You aren't hurt, are you?"

Lance picked himself up and plopped himself back on his bed.

"Yes. I am in terrible, horrible pain."

"Do you want me to kiss it to make it all better?"

Keith spoke in a babying tone. Lance's face flushed as he grabbed a pillow and smacked Keith with it.

"No, shut up!", He screeched.

"I would'a gotten the point without you hitting me."

"I know. I just think you deserved it."

"What did I do to deserve this?"

"Be a horrible, no-good meanie."

Keith bent over and started laughing. Cackling, more like it. Jeez, Keith.

"What is sooo funny?"

"I- ha! I never heard a grown man unironically use the word 'meanie'!"

Lance hit him with a pillow again. Keith started laughing harder. And thus, Lance hit him harder. And, Keith kept laughing. And, Lance hit him again. And again.

Keith grabbed the pillow, stopping the onslaught.

"Ok, ok! Stop!"

"And what have you done to deserve my mercy?"

"Be an awesome boyfriend?"

"You wish! You're decent at most."

"You didn't seem to think that last night."

Lance's face got hot. He tried to raise his pillow to hit Keith again when- boof!

Keith hit him with a pillow.

"I think that counts as a declaration of war."

"Damnit-"

His sentence was stopped by a pillow in his face. Keith gripped his pillow.

"Oh, it is on."

#Happy April Fools!!#I swear it isn't that bad #Lance is just over dramatic #voltron #keith voltron #vld keith #keith kogane #klance #lance voltron #vld lance #lance mcclain #klance fic #klance fanfic #klance fanfiction

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theboarsbride · 22 days

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idk what's the matter with me but... imma start plotting and developing the Bear Wife and totally-not-sir-john-franklin and the totally-not-The-Terror WIP 'SHE WEARS THE FACE OF A POLAR BEAR 'because....the brainrot...it's slowly returning....mmmmmm old man........gonna make this an 'arctic gothic' WIP................

#Jojo rambles #this is my “Sir John Franklin lives AU” but as a book WIP #but instead sir John he's 'captain frederick thornton' lmfao #and his wife calls him 'freddie'#instead of having jacko the monkey as an animal companion he has a pet canary named Goldie that lady Kitty gave him (and also bear wife lol #and then there is his wife lady Kitty who totally is not my terror self insert whoops #she's becoming the sugar baby oc because she likes it when a man twice her age praises her work #and also she's associated with canary and spring-time imagery #guys I swear this WIP will be original and fun I promise this isn't just the terror fanfic I swearrrrr

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nine-blessed-hero · 5 months

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A Light in the Darkness

Universe: TES IV: Oblivion (Vanilla) CW: Alcohol Words: 619 Context: Written for the @tescheer prompt "Lantern".

[Being an excerpt of Arkved of Cheydinhal's journal, c. 3E431]

The month of Morning Star is a drear and dreadful one. Even Anvil, jewel of the Gold Coast, is not immune to winter-tide storms filled with freezing rain and howling gales. The Abecean grows bitter and cruel under leaden skies, goaded by the winds to make rubble of the docks and soak through even the toughest oilcloth. The desperate weather, however, could not deter me from attending a most interesting event with my good friend, the painter Rythe Lythandas.

Attired in our glad rags and oilcloths, we ran through the sheeting rain from the Count's Arms to the Great Chapel of Dibella; for what better time than this dark and dreadful month to bring the light and cheer from a celebration of the Arts?

And cheer there was, in plenty! The church's main floor had been rearranged, with great trestles down the center and pews becoming seats at the feast table. And those pews were filled bursting with painters and playwrights, weavers and tale-spinners, artisans and lutists. The raucous crowd rhapsodized with animate flailing of limbs. Snatches of song, as took the players' fancy, filled the air. Laughter danced, sprinkled between lines of poetry.

The Sybil welcomed us in, bade us relax and find a place in the myriad company. I found my hand filled with a cup of mulled wine and with Rythe gayly beside me, took my time in admiring the chapel. It may surprise you, dear reader, that despite this chronicler's wide travels, I had yet to be inside this very chapel.

The chapel is a vast space, with arching hights – velvet-dark on this night of revelry – decorated in sheets of dainty lace. Planters of sunrise-coloured flowers adorned the altar, but what most struck me were the garlands of sacred lotus flowers. They hung suspended on threads of gold between the chapel pillars and, like joyful lanterns, glittered by some magical fancy. Under their soft incandescence, as if the hand of the goddess was laid upon my brow, I was filled with peace and awe at the marvels and wonder of our world. At my side, Rythe nudged me. "Committing it all to memory, eh?" "Indeed," said I, my gaze lingering upon them, "They're extraordinary in their holy beauty." "Take good note then, my friend. You can describe them to me anon, and I shall paint them for you." "Oh! You're the painter with the 'magic' brush," Rythe's neighbour cried, and Rythe turned away to converse with them, while my own – on hearing I was a scholarly adventurer – implored me to tell of my travels. And thus the night was spent in amiable chatter and the trading of stories; but ever did my eyes find those most sacred of blooms…

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Several months later, Rythe invited me to dine with he and his Lady wife, and bade me recount the glittering lotus blooms to her, her delighted smile widening as I spoke. As we were saying goodbye, he handed me a small rectangle, wrapped in cloth. I should not open it, said he, until I was at home. Dutifully I did so, and found to my most pleasant surprise a portrait of myself, gazing up at the golden blooms, my face dusted with buttercream light. It hangs in my study, mere feet from where I write now, lending me the joy of that night.

Although… I would swear to you, gentle reader, there is something otherworldly about it. On nights most foul, when winter has his firm and frozen grip upon the world, the painted blooms will glow with an echo of the revels in Anvil, dusting my room in Dibella's golden light.

#Week 3: Lantern #tescheer2023 #oc Arkved of Cheydinhal #faux lore #dibella #anvil #headcanon festival #writing #TESFic #oblivion fanfiction #oblivion fanfic #tes oblivion #The Elder Scrolls #I swear this isn't because of da3drat's post - but it may have helped #I mostly wanted to write something new short and quickly finished #also I would love to get the scene described in the painting depicted irl but I have no idea what Arkved looks like...#wandering words

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destiel-wings · 1 year

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I'm 93k words into writing the most epic Supernatural fanfiction ever (that is nowhere near the end by the way, it's gonna be like 300k) and I'm feeling stupid every day for putting that much literary effort into this because it's fanfiction and i should be an author irl, and i think i should stop writing it but also i can't possibly stop writing it because it's too damn good dammit and am i supposed to let it be untold??? when it's so real and raging in my own mind??? it's going to be silly and romantic and seriously epic and dramatic and action-packed and angsty and a character study and filled with themes and metaphors and actual plots and storylines and interesting original characters but at the same time everything is completely ingrained in the show and its mythology and hopefully takes it to full potential providing an alternative s15 and a completely different ending for the show, it's basically a literary masterpiece but it's fanfiction and what the hell am i supposed to do with it

#spn fanfic #destiel fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic discourse #i apologize for the lack of fake humility #i swear I'm a humble person #like seriously I'm a failure in literally everything else in my life #but i know how to write okay #that's my dream #but i haven't found an original story that i felt strongly enough to tell yet #so I've always been writing fanfiction #and i am the biggest supporter of fanfiction as a quality content genre of literature #like it should be legitimized and respected more #this isn't about making money out of it it's about recognition #i just think there's so many high quality fics out there and they deserve to be praised #but people still see it as an inferior kind of writing #just because you're not paid for it #if anything that makes it even superior because you're not doing it for the cash but for pure passion and love for the art #i assure you it takes the same insane amount of time to write it #but you share it for free being constantly scared of it being stolen because it has less rights than a recognized original work #when the actual writing and transformative content (story) being told is in most cases original #and it's true that anyone can write it and not everyone is good at it but isn't that what true art is for??#doesn't it belong to the people??#it's about expression and sharing something that's inside and can reach others #let's be honest not all art and literature that we've received from the past is at the same level of greatness even #i just think it should be its own genre and have a place in literature #there's a reason why we write it read it and connect to it and that's what matters #anyway this was supposed to be about my epic longfic but it took a Leader-of-a-revolution kind of vibe #I'm just mentally living in a perfect future society where my words are valued for their quality&not worthless cause they're serving fanfic

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garden-bug · 7 months

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What if

(Alternate Ahsoka series: Maul, Ahsoka, Thrawn, Eli, Sabine, Ezra in the Chimera trying to prevent 'Somehow, Palpatine Returned.')

“Excuse me,” says a voice from the back. “But I would like to leave this spaceship.” “No,” choruses several voices. “Who is this man?” asks Thrawn. “This is Maul,” Ahsoka begins. “He took Palpatine’s place in being resurrected.” “Fascinating.” “That’s one way of putting it,” says Sabine. “What are we going to do with the guy?” “I would like to leave.” “He could go with you guys in the Chimera?” asks Ezra. “Heck no,” says Eli. “He can’t go to Coruscant. He’d cause an intergalactic incident.” “Perhaps we can leave him on Dathomir? Is it not his native home?” “You can’t just ditch a guy ‘cause you’re flyin’ past his house," says Eli. "Maybe he doesn’t live there anymore. Maybe he got exiled.” Thrawn’s eyebrows crease slightly. “That was a joke… sorry.” “Okay, does anyone have an actually good idea for what to do with Maul?” Ahsoka chips in. “I say we let him do what he wishes.” “Em, what, go on a murder rampage?” says Sabine. “I have no desire to murder any of you.” Ezra crosses his arms. “Yet.” “If you continue to speak for me I could change my mind.” “You don’t get to chose what happens to you,” says Sabine. “You’re not even meant to be alive!”

#star wars #ao3 fanfic #fanficion #ahsoka series #ahsoka #star wars fanfiction #thrawn #grand admiral thrawn #eli vanto #sabine wren #ezra bridger #star wars rebels #i swear this isn't a crack fic

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rubeum-et-nigrum · 2 months

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- The Favoured One -

God x Virgin!Mary 1.2k (sfw)

summary: mary led a simple life in nazareth, betrothed to joseph, a carpenter of house david. content with her existence, it was all so perfectly ordinary, until one day when an angel by the name of gabriel came to mary and changed her life forever...

warnings: unplanned pregnancy, angelic visitation, angst, perceived unfaithfulness, stepdad!joseph

a/n: hiiiiii guys. i've just finished my exams so i can finally write this. this is the first chapter and i do plan to continue with this. anyway, tell me what you think. i'm so excited to share it and i hope you all enjoy :)))))))

(ao3 link)

#I SWEAR. I RECREATED IT PERFECTLY #THIS IS WHAT ALL TUMBLR FANFICS LOOK LIKE #bible fandom #god x virgin!mary #look at that tag #isn't it awful?#//#bee.post

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the-sun-is-also-a-star · 5 months

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Do you have any drarry recs, with slytherin or ravenclaw Harry, maybe even alive parents who neglect him, wbwl, always a sucker for that trope

If you're looking for slytherin! harry then you should try

evitative by vichan

also this isn't really slytherin harry but this is eighth year drarry roomates so im throwing it in there lol

the standard you walk past by bafflinghaze

I don't really have a fic where harry's parents neglect him but if you want to see a fic that explores how draco deals with neglected harry then i would suggest

away childish things by lettered

as for wbwl i really don't have anything for that one im sorry!

#this isn't logn at all im so sorry but i haven't read drarry in a while (im trying to start again i swear i will have more recs soon)#harry potter #hp #drarry #draco malfoy #gryffindor #slytherin #fanfic rec #fanfiction #ao3

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danmeiljie · 1 year

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Advance Bravely Tags

Check out my Advance Bravely For Beginners primer before watching the show!

ADVANCE BRAVELY GIFS MASTERLIST POST (includes links to gif posts of all 30 episodes from December 2022 and March 2023 currently streaming uncensored on Dailymotion and Dramacool)

Please find all the June/July 2023 gifs of all 30 Advance Bravely episodes under the tag #i made gifs from this show for a third time#

#the censoring# (documentation of what was cut from the official streaming censored versions of the show i.e. Viki Rakuten, Youtube)

NEW! #advance bravely favorites# (gif posts of a closer look at my favorite moments throughout the show)

#advance bravely... meta?!# (discussions of translations, and plot points)

#advance bravely photobook# (scans of pages from an official? photobook found on pinterest with quotes I've attempted to translate from the novel. I do not have a copy of this photobook nor have I been able to find any other info about it)

#advance bravely bts# (gif posts from any behind the scenes footage I've been able to find, including the official bts reel)

Yuan Zong Staring with Sexual Intent (gif post compilation of Xu Feng being horny in character)

Yuan Zong hovering over Xia Yao (gif post compilation of Xu Feng being a Top in character)

Xia Yao heavily judging everyone (gif post compilation of Gong Jun being a judgy gay in character)

Yellow River Date (a masterlist gif post documenting their very first date)

The Care and Keeping of a Twink (a complete guide in 3 parts)

How It Should Have Happened: Advance Bravely Fix-Its (short snippets writing in all the times I think Yuan Zong and Xia Yao should have kissed!)

And They Were Roommates...! (masterlist gif post documenting Yuanxia officially dating throughout the show)

Thank you for visiting!

(A fan of Xu Feng? Click HERE for more gifs of 徐峰!)

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Updated on August 27, 2023

#danmeiljie update #advance bravely #l watches advance bravely #the censoring #advance bravely... meta?!#advance bravely... fanfic?!#advance bravely photobook #l does not stop watching advance bravely #advance bravely tags #advance bravely bts #advance bravely for beginners #advance bravely has a plot i swear #the care and keeping of your twink by yuan zong #i made gifs from this show for a third time #advance bravely fix its #and they were roommates #boyfriends masterlist post #xu feng in a drama this isn't advance bravely??#advance bravely favorites

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silverwolf1249 · 1 year

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Civilian Dr. Bruce Wayne au where he meets every batkid in the hospital he works at or during serious medical emergencies, and decides to take them in as his own. Side note, the kids do not become vigilantes, but it's not a completely no capes au either. Still deciding whether I want to turn it into a whole blown work on ao3 or just keep posting it here.

Dick Grayson Part 1:

When his parents are killed, Bruce doesn't go out of his way to find their killer and get revenge. Instead, he wished to be able to prevent as much loss of life as he possibly can. He left WE in Lucius' capable hands, and becomes a doctor. He's good at it, firm steady hands with a will of steel, full of determination and drive. In another world, Bruce would have used those same qualities to don the cowl, but not in this one.

He's halfway through his residency at Gotham General when he spots a flyer for a visiting circus. He has a day off around that time, and decides it couldn't hurt to try something different than usual. Bruce is in the audience when he notices something is very very wrong. Before he can even blink, the Flying Graysons begin plummeting to their deaths. Bruce looks up to the platform and, eyes widening with horror, leaps to his feet, pushing his way through the panicked crowd, eyes stuck on the boy desperately trying to keep his hold on the edge of the platform.

He remembers the wire had snapped just as the child was being thrown into the air, destroying his original trajectory. Bruce wanted to be able to catch the boy, break his fall, anything...but all he could do was struggle against the crowd rushing towards him, and watch the strength leave the boy's fingers as they let go of the ledge.

Time seemed to slow as Bruce watched the boy, whose arms lifted up as if he could touch the sky through the large tent they were in, falling like Icarus who flew too close to the sun. The moment is broken the moment the child hits the earth, and Bruce can scarcely breathe. Unbidden, memories flash through his mind, a happy family, a doting mother and father with a different boy with blue eyes and black hair that had also watched his parents die that night.

He fights with renewed vigor to escape, unwilling to admit to himself that the child was most likely a lost cause as his parents. It only takes another minute or so of working against the crowd before he manages to get past them to race to the boy's side. He pauses for a brief moment to collect himself, he couldn't lose control when there were people to treat in front of him.

He kneels on one knee and checks the boy's parents first, wishing that he had brought any kind of medical equipment on him. No breath, and no pulse, though it wasn't as he had high hopes to begin with by the state of their bodies, so Bruce moved quickly to the kid. Glassy, bright blue eyes attempted their best to focus on him, startling Bruce for a second before he realized what this meant.

He screamed for an ambulance immediately, and waited next to the boy as it took it's sweet time. He was mad at himself for being unable to help the child with the too bright blue eyes, nothing that he could do that would reassure him that everything would be alright. As the paramedics arrive, he is helpless to do anything but watch them carefully lift the boy onto a gurney and disappear off into the night.

#look this one's all angst #but i swear theres a lot of fluff and schmoop involved too #there is just also a lot of angst involved for completely understandable reasons #bruce wayne #batfam #dick grayson #civilian au #not a no capes au tho #but that comes later #i have a lot of headcanons for this au #ao3 #fanfic writing #fanfic idea #the tenses are probably all wrong but im running under 3 hrs of sleep and am not at my best #batman #except bruce isn't batman #but you get what i mean #dc comics

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julius-pookiechrono · 3 days

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new on here but anyway–

Hello, I have come from the depths of Ao3 to post my fanfic and show fellow enjoyers my creations 😍

(btw the name in the front of my image is the name of my fic 🥴)

Link here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/search?work_search%5Bquery%5D=King+Julius+and+his+unusual+antics

I hope that works

Art by me

#Black clover #Marx Francois #Julius Novachrono #Marx #Julius #Julimarx #Marlius #Yami #Finral #Zora #William vengeance #Fanfic #Art #My art isn't that atrocious I swear #My friend forced me to do this #Please read my fic it's so funny #I love what I do #What the heck do I put here #I'm just as clueless about making tags here as I am on Ao3

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