#and my fic with the most hits

[phoenixkaptain]

Where do you write your fics? One of your posts said you wrote a character study of Luo Bingge and I am starving 🙏🙏🙏

I post all my fics on Ao3! My username is PrinceJakeFireCake, and the fic in question is Try Again

Here’s hoping this will feed you 🙏

#ask #diced-ice #try again is both my longest fic #and my fic with the most hits #i like to think it’s because i’m funny #anyway please enjoy :D

[saetoru]

al-haitham’s the kind of guy who tilts his head slightly for a kiss before you even lean in to give him one. he just knows it’s coming. expects it. trusts it’ll happen.

he’s yawning when he sits at the table for breakfast, hair slightly disheveled from sleep. he sits down and when you place the mug of coffee in front of him, his head angles a little for that kiss you place on his cheek.

he’s drowned in endless paperwork at the akademiya when you stop by to visit, chuckling when he gives you that look of despair at the all the work he has to do. you don’t even manage to walk up to him fully before he’s leaning in and waiting for the kiss to the top of his head.

he’s shirtless in the bathroom, brushing his teeth at night when you walk in to brush yours too, bumping hips with his as you giggle. you don’t even have to turn before he’s tilting his head so he’s exposed and ready for that gentle peck you leave at his jaw.

“have you ever noticed how demanding you are for these,” you chuckle one day, pressing a kiss to his cheek to prove your point.

he grunts, leaning in and burying his head into your neck as you greet him at the door after a long day. “what makes you say that,” he mumbles.

“you’re ready for one before i’ve even come close,” you grin, “what if one day i don’t kiss you?”

“you’d stop kissing me?” he asks, squeezing your hips as he nuzzles into your neck. something tells you he already knows your answer.

and he’s warm. he’s close. he’s here and he’s everything all at once. he’s all you need and everything you’ve ever wanted. he’s the messy hair of your mornings and the pouty lips of your afternoons and that shirtless back of every night. he meets you halfway—maybe even takes the first step so you don’t have to.

he leans in for that kiss before you do. because he needs you, wants you, loves you—and he never lets you forget it. so you turn your head, press your lips against the side of his head and run your fingers through his hair as he sighs in content.

“no,” you hum, falling in love all over again, “no i’d never stop kissing you.”

#✰ — al haitham. #hi guys i’m #rly sad #bc idk i’m trying to pick up writing my haitham fic again #but i’m struggling on cnn arcaterization and #just writing in general #i think i’m hitting a block again #and i was 6k words into the fic #i rly wanted to post it before this vacation #so i’m trying to write little blurbs of #how i think he’s like to love #to maybe #idk spark inspiration and get a better grasp of him #i’m just #bummed :( this fic was my most fav idea ever i #rly love it and him and it was making me happy to write and now i feel like it’s not what k expected so i’m sad #:( #anyway here’s needy haitham to cleanse the dash and cheer up moods #bc i needed a mood loft #lift **

[girlsdads]

prompt: daniel watches the video of max with the microphone 😳

(video in question. this spiraled into… something. you decide whether that’s a good or bad thing 🫢)

It’s a bad idea, Daniel knows, as he lays belly down on the firm hotel mattress, pillow propped under his chest, and opens Twitter. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for, exactly—maybe just some validation that he can still fucking drive, after today. He’s full of a buzzing sort of anxious energy as his feed loads, and with it, a video of Max.

His thumb hovers for a beat too long—the clip starts playing on mute. It’s from earlier, after the race, Max’s broad body filling up two thirds of the frame. Checo’s mouth moving over on the left. Max nodding along, grinning. The clip loops, and that’s when Daniel notices.

Max holds a small mic loosely in his right hand. His thumb is—he’s swiping it back and forth over the pop filter, rubbing it with his fingertip. Daniel watches the Max on screen realize what he’s doing, watches his smirk grow as he rubs his finger in a quick circle against the mic. He turns his body toward the camera, holds the mic in front of himself, rubs the flat of 3 fingers over it. The clip loops. Daniel’s throat is dry.

He doesn’t know how long he lays there, watching the clip replay. He can’t make himself scroll past it. His skin feels hot, itchy, like everything underneath has been replaced with a swarm of bees. Max thumbs the mic like he would the head of a cock; his own, or maybe—fuck.

Daniel knows that Max is—that he likes guys, too. Max had told him so himself, back when he first came up to Red Bull—an almost sharp-edged admission, like he was daring Daniel to be uncomfortable.

He also knows that Max has brought men home before, that he sometimes prefers it, after a race especially. Max had told him that too, so unabashed it had made Daniel’s stomach flip.

Daniel looks over at the other bed, the blankets still rumpled from the way Max had kicked them aside early this morning. Max is out tonight, celebrating. He could bring someone back if Daniel wasn’t—if he hadn’t—

They’d shared Max’s plane on the way here, and it had been the longest uninterrupted time he’d spent with him in months. Max had been soft in one of his oversized hoodies, relaxed and happy, laughing at Daniel’s jokes—Daniel knew he must be fucking glowing. Fuck, everyone had to be able to see it. Daniel felt like he could keep the goddamn plane in the air with the way Max’s attention made him buoyant. They’d touched down in Bahrain, and the thought of parting ways with Max became imminently devastating. Daniel found himself suggesting a shared hotel room and Max—agreed? For some reason. It will be like old times, Max had said, his smile bright and wide.

Old times—Daniel thinks, now, as the clip loops once more. Old times when Daniel would’ve been the one celebrating, would’ve fucked someone in their shared room, in the bed right next to Max’s, would’ve tried not to regret making Max crash with Charles.

Daniel doesn’t want to think about Max bringing some guy to their room, pushing him down into those rumpled sheets that probably—fuck—probably smell like Max, getting him naked, teasing just the tip of his cock with one blunt, clean fingernail, making him shake and moan, all while Daniel is—watching? No—fuck, they’d make him leave. Of course he wouldn’t—

Daniel doesn’t know how many times the clip has looped. His cock is hard against the mattress. Video-Max’s thumb circles. Daniel’s hips twitch. He rolls onto his back and shoves his briefs off. Precome is already sticky on his belly by the time he gets a thumb on himself. Just his thumb at the tip, loose grip on his shaft, tight circles. How Max would do it, if he were here, if Daniel begged him for it, maybe—

His thighs are shaking now, opening and closing on their own as he presses his thumb into his slit, gets it soaked and slippery, swipes back and forth again and again and again—

Several things happen at once. The clip loops. The keycard reader whirs. And—

“Daniel?”

Max’s voice, hoarse from the smoky air of whatever club he came from. Daniel squeezes his eyes shut and comes, gasping. The phone slips from his grasp as he shivers through his orgasm, the screen smacking him in the nose before it bounces to the mattress.

It’s a moment before he realizes—the video sound is on. His fucking nose maximized the clip, volume now fully blasting.

Max’s raspy voice again—

“Is that—are you jerking off to a video of Checo?”

#maxiel #first time posting anything i’ve written… crowd cheers? #thank u em for this prompt and ur lovely encouragement ☺️ #literally wrote most of this while exhausted and high… about to hit send post thn pass out excuse any typos hope this is actually coherent #my fic #🙂

[ohitslen]

Guess who had a little too much fun with the pathetic reincarnation AU idea :))

To summarize! WW gets reincarnated in a very distant future where humanity is more settled down in the planet. He remembers everything and decides to keep living his life as normally as he is able to. That is until he meets his neighbor when he moved to a new apartment.

(More below the cut)⬇️

He was an absolute weirdo of a guy who looked just like Vash in so many ways yet was so different in many others at the same time.

He pretends that his system isn’t going haywire every time he is around the man, the one that resembles someone he cared for so deeply in a life that wasn’t his but remembers all too well. He decides to pretend he doesn’t know Vash because he really doesn’t, not this one at least.

Meanwhile, Vash is going through a very trippy existential crisis for seeing Wolfwood again after what felt like dozens of centuries. This could clearly not be him however because, well, he knows why. So he pretends not to know him because wouldn’t that be weird if he acted like he did?

They avoid each other like the plague, the beautiful and horrible emotions that swarmed on their insides too much to bear just by the presence of the other. They could slip at any moment so it was better to evade the neighbor.

The thing here is, that life has never gone how they want it since ever.

#MANY IDEAS WAAAAA EXPLODING IMPLODING PLODING #It’s so funny to think about how fucked up these two are and put em in a sitcom kinda situation #I have much more sketched out but it’s gonna take some time because of how busy I am rn #this is something I did in my little spare time I gave to myself because oh I HAD to #I think of the sunglasses that Vash wears are that color bc they reminded him of WW ones and bought them on s whim #the red jacket is the stampede one since it’s design is more modern and fit much better for the whole environment! #and WW is shorter in this lifetime because I said so. fully on board with them being the same build #but for this. for this he has to look up at Vash and be hit with the I feel so Small now. #as in. intimidated. he’s afraid of Vash bc of how weird he acts around him it drives him nuts #Vash is much more imposing now somehow. most likely due to his ancient nature for that time but WW doesn’t know this ofc #I WANT TO SAY SO MUCH MORE WAAA NO MORE UNI AU AFTER THE FIC IS DONE #ITS THIS ONE IVE DECIDED. #trigun #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #vashwood #wolfwood #vash #nicholas trigun #trigun fanart #trigun au #reincarnation au #lenssi draws #lenssi writes #im really enjoying scanning the mechanical pencil drawings I do. the texture is so crumchy

[vaguely-concerned]

Silly Garashir ficlet, Teen and Up-ish, mostly banter! CW: copious amounts of blood but like. Purely in a comedy capacity (don’t worry none of it is Garak’s)

“Good god,” Julian breathed, unable to do anything but stare for a moment. 

“Oh, don’t worry, none of this is mine,” Garak said, dripping puddles of crimson onto the floor, calm blue eyes the only thing peeking out from the solid layer of blood covering his face and upper torso. “The gravest injury has been to my wardrobe, I assure you. As you might have gathered, I encountered our suspected evildoer as they sought to make their escape.”

“From the looks of things, I’d hazard it’s more accurate to say that they encountered you,” Julian said. He shook himself out of his momentary petrification and raised the medical tricorder to make sure Garak’s reports of being unharmed hadn’t been greatly exaggerated, as would sometimes be the case with him. 

“However you would prefer to frame it,” Garak said, dipping his chin modestly and blinking globs of blood from his eyelashes. “I’m sorry to say I couldn’t ascertain many details about them, neither in terms of species or other identifying details. They were masked and coming at me with a knife at the time, which in the moment tends to blot out other considerations in one’s mind.”

Despite himself, Julian grinned at the performative airiness of Garak’s tone. He did seem to be basically fine. “I think that’s understandable under the circumstances, Garak. Odo’s probably going to track them down pretty quick, if they’re leaving a trail of blood across the station. Do you, er… want a handkerchief or something?” 

“It’s very kind of you to offer, but I don’t think that’s going to do the job in this case.”  

“No,” Julian had to admit, “no, you’re — probably right. I’ll let you go for a thorough sonic and peace and quiet once I’m done with this. I’m sure Odo will want a word with you later, though.”

Garak parted his lips to say something, and grimaced. “Ugh. Well, if it’s any help in figuring out the identity of our culprit, that’s definitely the taste of Napean blood. As you mentioned there will of course also likely be other clues, like them bleeding profusely as they sprint across the Promenade, but I always strive to be helpful wherever I can.” 

“Garak!” Julian yelped, shooting him an alarmed look and continuing his inspection of the tricorder readings with renewed worry. 

“Hm? Yes? You can run whatever tests you want on it to be sure, of course, but I am quite certain in my conclusion. There is a… distinctive tang to —”

“That’s so medically unsafe, you can’t go around ingesting —” 

“Well, I hardly meant to ingest anything, Doctor, but it did end up all over my person in a way that makes it hard to entirely avoid,” Garak snapped, though he tolerated Julian going in for a second, even more thorough examination without complaint. “Maybe if this person hadn’t so rudely insisted on venting the contents of their arteries straight into my face during our tussle — ”

“Yes, yes, I understand, sorry, I wasn’t suggesting you did it on purpose or anything, but it does mean I really do need to monitor you for any allergic reactions or bloodborne… wait, wait, hang on, how do you even know what Napean blood — ”

Smiling in a way that aimed for beatific and missed it by way of too many bared teeth, in a manner that would probably be quite unsettling if Julian wasn’t so used to (so fond of, whispered a treacherous little voice in the back of his head) Garak’s face, Garak dabbed daintily at the worst of the blood dripping off his nose with his sleeve and said: “Do you really want to know, or is this your outsized curiosity running ahead of your better judgment again?”

“I’m going to be wondering about it all night, but no, I don’t think I want to know, actually. If I come back in a week and still can’t put it out of my mind, feel free to tell me, though. Or use that time to come up with a good story, I don’t mind.”

“Never any but the best for you, my friend,” Garak said fondly. 

#garashir #star trek #star trek ds9 #ds9 #julian bashir #elim garak #I jumpscared myself today by checking the document wordcount and finding I have hit 10K of garashir fic wips from the last month or so #what. when. how did this happen. why is none of it like finished. why am I like this. etc. #most of it is nonsense like this b/c I love writing dialogue and they're like tailor made for that lol #my writing

[brainworms-all-night-long]

Nine was done so ditry actually cuz the Grim wasn't reformed at the end of the show like the Prism dissapeared the second everything else was reformed and didn't give Nine the chance to fix the Grim as well, this is all that is left of it

a floating tower in the middle of the Void with nothing to protect it from the onslaught of the shard debris going at concerning speeds with no resistance to slow them down

Nine was left with absolutely nothing. There aren't even any robot parts to salvage cuz all of those disappeared with the rest of the Grim. There might be something in that spike pit but doubt it's much.

And if we take it the the way the Prism reset everything to how it was the few minutes before Sonic shattered it, (but everyone from the shatterverse kept their memories because if not that what was even the point) Nine was either left in the baren Grim desert ro starve to death with no way out, or.he's back in New Yoke where everyone hates him or is at least negatively avare of his existance.

Because the power stunts he pulled? Puposefully detoriating the streets of the city and flipping the whole world sideways? The people Sonic wasn't there to save definitely saw Nine's image in the sky and connected the dots.

The Resistance despises him as well because not only were some of them present at the Grim battle, Knucks that has been electrocuted for solid 30 second (I counted) and abandoned during fights by that fox like four times most likely didn't and wont speak to highly of him.

Hhhh not to mention the fact that Nine's gotta have to sleep for at least three days straight after all the adrenaline and prism energy leaves him and with all of that strain he put on his body constantly for a feew days at least, his immunity system is definitely compromised which means that he's most likely gonna get sick the second hes gets back in the city and

#sonic prime #idk just reading some fics and thinking #No shade to anyone!!! just been given extra angsty worms when thinking abt this!!! #Just fine just normal thinking about the unknown possibilities of what the fuck happened after the ending #they really just left my boy like that #not to mention!!! #the emotional Rollercoaster hell most likely go on once everything that he's done hits him all at once #I just #gah #hold him gently Oh so gently #he deserves a bit of comfort after all that shit #miles nine prower #nine the fox #renegade knucks #sonic prime season 3 #silly brainworms

[pittdpeaches]

me rn

#fergtgers #but seriously #oh my god #this is so crazy??? #like. There's only one other lmk fic that's reached 100k hits #and this one's the first spicynoodles one #genuinely thought this story would flop so the fact it's the 2nd most viewed fic in the fandom is wild #actually sobbing i truly could not have imagined getting this much love and support for my works

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

Doctor Who is a story where humans make themselves gods, become myths staining the tapestries of the universe, and the last member of a race of gods is made human, cowardly and vulnerable and kind in a way no other god would dare make themselves and this is the very thing that allows the god-made-human to survive and even win at the end of the day (and the very thing that often dooms the humans-made-gods)

#listen this is a line that came to me on the airplane #and I'm gonna try to find a way to incorporate it into one of the fics in this series #the original version starts with “This is a story” instead of “Doctor who is a story” but it honestly fits the show as a whole #like bad wolf #the woman who walked the earth #the most important woman in all of creation #amy bringing back the doctor in the pandorica #even the impossible girl (though I'm still not a fan of how the show executed it) #the one thing I have to give the moffat era is how it leaned into one of my favorite vibes in that it felt like sci-fi told as fairytale #(that does come with its sexist drawbacks but when it hits it HITS) #rose tyler #martha jones #donna noble #amy pond #clara oswald #ninth doctor #tenth doctor #eleventh doctor #twelfth doctor #bro when the Doctor was bridal carried by Bill #or had his memories erased by clara #whenever you can overlay sisyphus or orpheus or prometheus over both companions and doctor...good shit #bill potts #thirteenth doctor #we get less of this with thirteen #tho in late flux/2022 specials yaz does get to come closer and closer to godly/Time Lord like when she learns how to pilot TARDIS/lead #i just wish the show DID SOMETHING with it #gave her an epic finale moment like other companions got #yazmin khan #like even some of the other companions

[tennessoui]

did my annual christmas love actually rewatch and emma thompson's line to alan rickman after she confronts him for cheating on her and he says "i've been such a fool" and she says 'but you've made the life i lead look foolish too"

made me think of how i imagine obi-wan would feel if anakin came clean about his marriage to him while still carrying on pretending to be a jedi while flagrantly disregarding aspects of the code that obi-wan has personally always struggled and pushed himself to adhere to despite the heartache it's given him -- meanwhile anakin sees no problem being both a jedi and married/attached

#obikin #because tbh all my ideas/fics with anidala is just like 'feels like infidelity because obi-wan' #anyway my friend and i agreed that love actually is a worldclass eh movie #but with such a famous cast that it really was liek #the avengers 2012 when it came out #the avengers of rom coms lol #and all these actors are doing the absolute most #and there are occasional lines that hit #more than the occasional workplace harassment tho #so much workplace harassment

[wispscribbles]

In light of MW3, I’d like to do a little self-indulgent self-promo and recommend my old fic Love comes with a Price. I just reread it myself and it hits different now

#then again everything hits differnet after mw3 #ghostsoap #soapghost #cod one shot #cod fanfiction #fic rec #mw3 spoilers #mwiii spoilers #not really but better safe than sorry to tag it #it used to just be a sort of fluffy oneshot #but if you read it as a canon compliant piece between mw2 and 3 then it is suddenly a tragedy #wild how new canon can change how I read my own stories #I guess that’s the risk with writing fanfic #sorry for not writing anything new and instead just bringing up my old stuff #the writers block is so real these days #the most annoying part is that I have so MANY ideas for fics but then I start writing and urrrgh

[shanastoryteller]

Hi! Do you have fave Harry Potter fics?

anything by astolat

#asks #anon #i actually haven't read a ton of hp fics on ao3 #most of them aren't to my taste #oh but back in the day when i was lurking on fanfiction.net and before hbp came out #i was a big fan of snape and harry fics #i could probably find some of them i remember liking but honestly now that we know he just sort of sucks idk if they'll hit the same #remember severitus #who else is old enough to remember that

[lunarharp]

"Found out" set in kind of a made-up chapter where the girls are in trouble, or something.

#witch hat tag #orufrey #i hate having a strong cinematic image in your mind for months..working hours on it..& at the end looking you have to be like “Sure. :/" #i'm especially unsatisfied with the beginning and the end and how i can't get eyebrows to work as i want #but i dont care any more... this is probably the comic that has given me the most trouble ever i just dont care #i barely even care whatsoever if anyone even sees this..Ugh..but at least i can move on to the next era now #i'm just annoyed i cant get out good enough my image of qifrey flinching bc he thinks oru will hit him but then he is not hit #i feel like sensei will do something along these lines. i want to see what she will do. #there are also other variations i have in my mind. i just want to know #i just don't want it to happen with qifrey on his deathbed or something. but it possibly will. I DONT EVEN KNOW. #i have another very cinematic image in my mind for something sort of along those lines which i will do soon. it never ends... #btw after this is probably my fics. yeah.... i think it has to be my fics. jasmine sort of goes along these lines #i need that space for dialogue. look - i'm a writer. this is HARD for me. so i am really glad i had the space and freedom of words #to process all the feelings. but i tried to get something out in a quick visual space too. <- me defending myself to myself at cai court #anyway going along the lines of 'Jasmine' - they talk this out and argue and cry and oru pushes the hat at him and tells him #why not just erase every memory i have of you then. That would be easier for us all wouldn't it? #they kiss and sob and kiss and lie outside in the flowers for many hours in that one. and then there's 'Deep End' where it turns out #way way way way more time and words is needed for this actually and that's upsetting for everyone. #the destruction of the hat is certainly another path to take. Can you make this work without that hat going up in flames? #something you have always had and have been clinging to will have to be destroyed. You have to lose something now. This is the crux qifrey #I CANT GET IT OUT IN ONE COMIC!!! I CANT DRAW IT OUT!!!! I NEEDED THOSE FICS!!!! PRAISE WORDS!!!! whatever im going to have dinner now

[thevioletcaptain]

if you as a fic reader ever become possessed by the urge to do a popularity bracket with the fics other people wrote and shared for fun and for free, consider:

don't ❤️ 

#just!!!! make a rec list!!!!!!!!! #popularity contests do nothing but drive writers out of fandoms by pitting people against their friends #and invariably result in people being assholes in the comments as if the people who wrote the fic can't see it #like ''oh clearly fic x is better than fic y'' #or ''why is fic c even in this poll?'' #nobody gains anything by you doing a bracket to see which fic is the ''most popular'' #a stat which could be found more easily & less cruelly by simply hitting the sort by bookmarks/kudos button on ao3 #anyway ugh. i saw that one of my fics was being pitted against one of my friend's fics in this bracket that's going around #and i have no idea who is ''winning'' because i refuse to look. but either way it's gonna feel bad!!! #because i want my friend to get his flowers so i want him to win!!! but i also would like to know that people like my fic!!!! #so it's just a lose/lose situation even though i generally don't give a shit about numbers #but this turns it into a schoolyard popularity thing #and the emotional response to having people *vote* on if your work is *better or worse* than other fic is hard to ignore #cannot reiterate enough JUST MAKE A REC LIST #or if you absolutely must do a bracket like this do it in a private chat server or something #don't create a public forum for people to pass value judgements where the authors can see it #and feel bad if they get told their fic is ''worse'' than someone elses #but also feel bad if they get told theirs is ''better'' because it came at the cost of telling another author they weren't good enough #ANYWAY i still feel sick with a super sore throat and a headache & am probably extra cranky because of it #(still testing negative thankfully so it's probably just weather/allergen related) #gonna go make some tea and prep the fic updates i want to post today #cass says things #fandom problems #wank adjacent

[shesmore-shoebill]

spitballing pining amangela + disaster amanda thoughts for my own perusal later:

When it comes to pining amangela unfortunately my brain is so enamoured with the concept of the rpf au Amanda who is SO down bad and is Not Making Good Decisions About It. I think the more composed/well adjusted/well reasoned Amanda is about things normally/is about other things happening the better it is for her to be a goddamn wreck about this. Like she can be deeply, wildly, hilariously in denial for a while, realize, and then handle the realization terribly. And it can be a trainwreck the whole time!

She can be HORRIFICALLY undercommunicating! She can be straight up lying! She can be lying poorly! Avoiding Angela! Avoiding people who would ask her about it! Fumbling other shit because she's trying to regain equilibrium. Doubling down in the worst ways possible: going on bad dates, avoiding conversations more after being called out, lying and then double lying, etc.

(I'm just a sucker for the trope of "character who normally has their shit together becomes a complete and total disaster about their feelings regarding a specific person".)

And like disaster Angela is fun- DUAL disaster Amangela is fun- but for me there's an extra layer of satisfaction of an Angela who also has a Lot of feelings about Amanda but is actually more at peace with/better at handling her emotions about it in comparison. Love a development to a relationship that unveils/highlights extra depths to both individuals, and I think the sort of fandom assigned roles of "responsible one/chaos gremlin" are VERY fun to flip in this scenario.

Like specifically the dynamic being "Amanda, normally competent and put together, absolutely putting her foot in her mouth during a regular convo with Angela/avoiding Angela blatantly and badly bc she JUST realized her feelings and is Not Fine About It, vs Angela who spilled her coffee in her car on the way over and is late for work, but has generally accepted she loves Amanda being very ????? about whatever weird gymnastics Amanda is doing."

(This also opens up for either angst OR comedy). (Or both!! ideally both. if i write it, it will probably be both, because i wont be able to resist.)

(Or, if the feelings are unrequited... even more opportunities open up.. ALL angst for sure, then. But more opps.....)

#smosh rpf #amangela #the more i brainstorm about this the more clear it becomes that the empty space fic was very much a version of this lmfao #theres an interesting line to straddle with making amanda a disaster for this rpf dynamic where i do want it to feel. in character. #and true to life bc i think it carries the most weight/entertainment that way. but this IS RPF so like. #being in character is not. the end all be all lmfao. technically this is all out of character. #but for this specific dynamic to work i want their regular dynamic to still be super clear so that the inversion. Hits™. much to think abou #smosh hcs #my fic #(in theory) #amangela angst au #pining amanda #theres a nonzero chance that i just write multiple versions of this dynamic/scenario bc my brain is soo stuck on it #if i get around to writing that is #amanda lehan canto #angela giarratana

[definitelynotshouting]

lost in the dark (he's got a heavy heart) | Chapter 7

Summary:

There was a point, thousands upon thousands of days ago, when Grian— another, better Grian— had been a Player. The memories still linger, astringent and sour, burnt smoke from a soul fire; they wreath around his tongue with a regret so sharp it cleaves him in two, cuts a path from clavicle to stomach. Those had been easier days— when Grian’s only crimes were harmless mischief, and pranks that leaned on the edge of a little too mean before he apologized and helped clean up. It’s a distant feeling, locked behind misty, tinted glass, but he’d been happy then. Eager. Bright-eyed and still learning, churning through his server milestones. Iron, check; Nether portal, check; diamond gear, check. Find the stronghold, complete the End portal, slay the dragon… pending. Well, it had been at the time. There’s no use in dwelling on what came after, but he finds his mind stalling like a broken record, skipping notes over the same rotten scratch. Almost experimentally, he prods at the lesion— traces it with the same exploratory motions one might associate with a pulled tooth, gummy and still-tender. What would it have been like, if the Watchers hadn't chosen him for their experiment? To skirt past the edge of death and fly, a blind and unwitting moth, toward the bright, unspoiled future? He spends what must be the next few hours in a stupor over it, numb and dizzy, staring blankly out the window as the sun hovers silently in midday witness. Then, inexorable as the tide, it begins its descent, crawling back toward the horizon and the darkness beneath. Something undefinable in Grian falls with it; cracks and splinters, a one-sided shatter, as the crushing weight of reality finally slams full upon his chest.

Hi fellas, i ended up cutting the chapter in half, because this time it was 12k, so the other part wont get posted until next month (which is a guarantee, since its fully written and only needs a final pass). But in the meantime, enjoy the final calm before the impending storm!!!<3 we have hit terminal spiral velocity, the worm is OFFICIALLY OFF THE STRING

As always, likes and kudos are appreciated, reblogs are cherished, and if you comment on the fic or in the tags i will elevate you to godhood with the sheer force of my gratitude. Hope you guys enjoy!!! :D

#grian #mumbo jumbo #tangotek #tango tek #goodtimeswithscar #xisuma #xisumavoid #hermitcraft #evo watchers #mcyt #hunger au #hunger au update #shouting speaks #my fics #WOOOOO GOOD TO HAVE A BACKLOG FINALLY EVEN IF ITS SMALL #but yeah yall will get the other like 8k next month guaranteed :D #im so excited. we've finally started hitting the part ive been looking forward to the most #lnk

[crimeronan]

i keep reading thinkpieces and critiques of current mainstream fiction & how fandom has influenced mainstream lit and vice versa, n some of them make salient points about how fanfic does and doesn't prime a person for writing original fiction, etc. and some of them are very "fanfic has poisoned and corrupted the youths" and "we are rotting our brains" and "old man yells at cloud." and throughout all of this i just have the unshakable feeling that no matter what side of the "culture war" (if.... it can even be called that....) u fall on, these thinkpieces are typically missing two of the most important explanations for Why The Mainstream Market Is How It Is. which have very little to do with fanfic.

1. publishers are looking for books that are easy to read, easy to hype, and easy to mass produce. great insightful well-crafted works of subversive literature are not this. cute romcom tropey fluff IS this.

and perhaps most importantly,

2. most professional writers are not very good.

#please embrace 2 and it will make u feel much better. books have never needed to be good to get published. #there is an oversaturation of books that are easy to read and fun and shallow because. most people. dont like reading #most people do not like laboring to get thru a book. they buy stuff that does not require this #therefore the market for shallow fluff is 10000000x bigger than the market for the really meaty shit. #i mean. my quickly-written humor fics get way more hits and mass appeal than my painstakingly crafted ones #and i Promise theres fanfic with all the depth worldbuilding and characterization that ppl usually look for in original fiction. #conversely i Promise there are people who started in fanfic who uh. know how to... tell a story. #been thinkin about it as i poke at my original fiction draft today