#bp fan fic

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Cesar gently squeezed Jonah’s hand, quietly reminding him to breathe.

They’d just saved the other man from a run down cabin in Mandela woods, him having been kidnapped in 1998. The captor was dead now, beaten to an unrecognizable mess on the floor by an enraged Seth. Cesar couldn’t blame him.

Now that they’d gotten Jonah back to base, however, Sarah convinced the eldest to take a shower and change, citing that the blood splattered all over him could potentially make Jonah have a panic.

Though, as Cesar's hand was harshly squeezed in return with a panicked wheeze, he wished Sarah had waited until Jonah had fallen asleep.

The minute Seth had gone out of sight, Jonah began to panic, breathing harshly and scratching at his arms until they bled. Cesar and Sarah stopped him before he could do any more damage to himself, and were now waiting for Seth to come back.

Which thankfully wasn’t that long of a wait.

As the eldest exited the bathroom, Jonah immediately relaxed at the sight of him. Sarah stopped her pacing to approach Seth and lightly push him towards the other two boys on the couch.

Sighing lightheartedly, Seth obliged, sitting on Jonah’s other side and carefully grabbing his free hand.

Sniffling slightly, Jonah leaned onto Seth’s shoulder and closed his eyes, finally falling asleep.

[one, completely platonic. two, writers block slapped me in the face and this is the best i got rn- /lh]

Awwwwh :( /lh

Got damn. Jonah needs a break for real

#asks are neat #super cool fan stuff #kidnapping mention #tw kidnapping #also YEAH I’m trying to get out of writers block too #like I started writing another fic like last month #but now im completely rewriting it because the first draft just. didn’t. seem. right #so I figured completely redoing it would be better than trying to salvage it #sorry rambled about that. anyway your writings still pretty good #Seth bring a bodyguard to the bps. love it

[straykidsholicleigh]

☆*:.... LEIGH'S MASTERLIST !!!!

Warning ⚠: These fics and drabbles contain mature themes. If you aren't comfortable with smut, kindly don't open this blog. Thx and enjoy!

Fan fiction isn't real. The characters are real but how we portray them to act, talk and behave is different from the real person. Fan fictions are created to help its audience and creators relate and deal with emotional situations in real life by practicing writing these situations. Thx for reading.

btw, I scraped writing for bp.

xoxo, leigh.

STRAY KIDS

0T8

♡. You have a wolfcut

♡. things they'd say during sex

♡. skz as love songs <hyung line> <maknae line>

♡. you have have praise kink <hyung line> <maknae line>

♡. skz reaction to you needing foreplay to cum <h.l> <m.l>

♡. song lyrics that remind me of skz

Bang Chan

♡. reblogged

♡. I dont mind (drabble)

♡. sleepy much?

Minho

♡. you want it down (drabble)

♡. sit on my face

♡. better?

Changbin

♡. I'll do it myself (drabble)

Hyunjin

♡. do it again (drabble)

♡. get fucked (drabble)

♡. caught (drabble)

♡. just friends?

♡. I love you

♡. alone (drabble)

♡. look in the mirror (drabble)

♡. shibari (drabble)

♡. you must accept it (drabble)

♡. Popular

♡. versace and dresses

Jisung

♡. tender loving care

♡. date (drabble)

Felix

♡. soft (drabble)

♡. my love (drabble)

♡. let them watch (drabble)

Seungmin

♡. cocky (drabble)

♡. yellow (drabble)

Jeongin

♡. baby boy (drabble)

♡. hard thought

♡. keep the door open (drabble)

Member x Member

♡. danceracha drabble

♡. text time (hyunlix)

(Follow my mxm account here.)

ITZY

OT5

You have a lip piercing

Yeji

nothing

Jisu

nothing

Ryujin

♡. perfect

Chaeryeong

nothing

Yuna

nothing

TXT

OT5

nothing

Yeonjun

nothing

Soobin

nothing

Beomgyu

nothing

Taehyun

nothing

Kai

nothing

ATEEZ

OT8

nothing

Seonghwa

nothing

Hongjoong

nothing

Yunho

nothing

Yeosang

nothing

San

nothing

Mingi

nothing

Wooyoung

nothing

Jongho

nothing

#stray kids #bangchan #lee know #changbin #hyunjin #han jisung #felix #seungmin #jeongin #itzy #yeji #lia itzy #ryujin #chaeryeong #yuna #txt #yeonjun #soobin #beomgyu #taehyun #hueningkai #ateez #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho

[robobarbie]

The funniest possible thing you could do with that private AO3 account is become a popular fan writer for your own games and never tell anybody

if u have visited ao3 for bp there is a high chance u have read my fic LOLLLLLLLLLL

#bp ask #anon ask

[fluffyhare]

Like Real People Do ♡ (Casper x Avery)

☁️ Summary: Casper moves to a new town. A peaceful morning longboard ride along the boardwalk leads to a chance encounter~! This story is written in first-person (Casper's) perspective.

☁️ Warnings: Light tickling (accidental + clinical setting), mild injury (no blood or gore), death mention (no actual death). Loneliness/insecurity mention.

☁️ Author's Note: This is my first fic (ever, lol, not just with these characters) so I hope you enjoy it! Please let me know if the tags/warnings are wrong and I will fix them. I am so thankful for the support and love I have received for my characters, it means so much to me.♡

This is a series now!

Part 1 *you are here

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

If you just got here and want to know more about my characters, you can read my comic starting right here!

"Alright, go ahead and lie back," the doctor instructed as she pulled the extender out from the examination table. I did so, swinging my legs up and planting my socked feet on the extender. Goosebumps rose on my arms as the cold vinyl was easily felt through my thin t-shirt. My eyes traced the borders of the sterile white ceiling tiles, my lips pursing as I prepared to be examined. "I'm just going to feel your belly, okay?"

“Just,” I thought.

"Okay," I sighed, and then locked my teeth together. Perspiration formed between the vinyl and my clammy palms, and a familiar heat began to creep from my ears across my cheeks. Invisible under my soft layer of pudge, my stomach muscles knitted together. As she leaned over the table, I avoided the doctor's eyes, as if one glance would betray some emotion a little too complex -- a little too personal -- for a routine checkup.

She lifted my shirt to the bottom of my ribcage, prompting a shiver as the cold air rushed over my bare skin. Her icy fingers began to unceremoniously probe my stomach; starting above my bellybutton, she pressed and prodded in a seemingly random pattern. Toes curling, I tried to steel myself, to compose my face in a mask of indifference, even as I felt my blush deepen. My belly trembled as her fingers traveled down each side, then lower, pressing into the spots just inside each of my hip bones. I twitched, my composure faltering. Mercifully, I was able to quash my giggle into a sound more akin to a cough.

“Did that hurt?”

“Ah, no, it's just… sensitive,” I answered, cleaning my throat to lend more credibility to my coughing.

“Okay, good. You can sit up now.”

I sat up – a little too quickly – cursing myself as my head spun.

“Well, you're very healthy. We'll keep an eye on that low BP, just make sure you stay hydrated, exercise, yadda yadda, you know the drill,” she prattled as I prepared to leave, jamming my feet into my shoes without untying them.

I checked out at the front desk and got in my car. Once safely in the driver’s seat, a relieved sigh rolled from my chest. In the privacy of my sun-bleached and beat-to-hell Versa, I could admit, at least, in my mind: while I enjoyed being ticklish, it did make doctor visits a challenge at times.

Back at home, the rest of my Saturday proceeded without incident. My new job offered weekends off, a pleasant change from the unpredictable schedule of my previous position. Since I had just moved to Port Oleander, though, I didn't have anyone to spend them with. Most of the time, that was okay; I was pretty introverted, but I did get lonely sometimes. Well… more often than I liked to admit.

Standing over the sink, I ate dinner – leftover chicken with rice and green beans – while watching YouTube on my phone. I took a shower and brushed my teeth. In bed I watched the ceiling fan spin in the dark, trying to follow the tips of each blade with my eyes, until it gently hypnotized me to sleep.

+++

When I awoke, the room was dark and still. Rolling over, I grabbed my phone and checked the time, blinding myself with the backlight I had forgotten to turn down. Four a.m.

I mopped a sweaty hand over my face. For no reason I could discern, I had been waking up three hours before my alarm every day for the past month. With no hope of going back to sleep, I would scroll on my phone, waiting until it was time to get out of bed. Today felt different, though. While I would generally awaken groggy and irritable, today, I was restless and alert.

Summer was hot and humid in my new city, so I pulled on a pair of cargo shorts, my most breathable binder, and a loose t-shirt. “It’s supposed to be nice today. Maybe if I ride my longboard, I'll run into some other skaters and make a friend or something,” I thought, then blushed in spite of myself. Not very many people skated anymore, especially not in my age group, and even if I did run into someone… would they want to befriend a visibly queer person like me? Would I even be safe? Oleander seemed generally more open-minded than my hometown, but since moving there, I had already been the recipient of enough sour looks to make me gun-shy.

I shook my head to stop the spiral.

“All I can do is try.”

+++

Yellow streetlight bathed the boardwalk pavement as I made lazy, wide carves down the vacant street. Aromas of coffee, food and ocean spray enveloped me as businesses began to open. The smooth pavement was a refreshing change from the rough sidewalks where I had grown up, and with my wheels gliding like marbles on glass, I barely needed to push. Clean, cool air filled my lungs and whistled through my short hair, pulling negative thoughts from my mind. It was more than a plank of wood with some metal and wheels attached; it was a magic carpet, and I lived to fly.

I thought it was a glass bottle catching the light as it bobbed in the surf, but as I looked closer, I became more convinced that it was not a single object; it didn’t just shine, it glittered, as if someone had spilled a container of sequins in the water. Unlike debris, though, the sparkly mass did not follow the swell of the waves. Seeming to act of its own accord, it moved toward the coast and then back, vertically upward and then down, hovering just above the water. Squinting in the pre-dawn light, I could have sworn it had a smokey, blurry haze around it, too. There was something distinctly alive about its movements. Transfixed, I watched it move almost playfully as it bobbed and weaved along the coast.

I surfed along the boardwalk, watching the sky lighten in shades of red and orange as it prepared to welcome the sun. It was my first time visiting the boardwalk since moving to Oleander, and as I coasted, I came to a pier that stretched way out into the water.

“That might be a cool place to watch the sunrise,” I mused. Angling my feet into a turn, I felt my wheels roll over the wood slats, gently vibrating my feet up to my hips. I was surprised at how soft the wood felt; it rattled a bit, but it wasn’t unpleasant. The pier was dotted with awnings and folded-up stands, but no vendors had opened yet, and I was glad for the lack of pedestrians to avoid. I pushed hard as I cruised down the pier, feeling the cool salt spray on my bare arms and face. As I looked out across the water, something caught my eye.

By the time I looked up, it was too late. I slammed my foot down to brake, but the slick wood did nothing to stop my forward momentum. My arms pinwheeled as my stomach connected with the guardrail at 10mph. It was only then that I realized just how high the end of the pier was. Shock and vertigo seized my body as I flipped over the rail, hands grasping uselessly at empty air. The next few moments of my experience proceeded as a flashback.

I was nine years old, crying on a beach chair at the public pool. I had jumped off the high-dive for the first time, my skin stinging and red as my dad wrapped me in a towel and sat beside me. He rubbed my back. “You were brave for jumping, angel, but you gotta be careful how you hit the water next time, okay? Water is just like concrete if you’re too high.”

“I wonder if I’ll see him again,” was my last thought as I plummeted into unconsciousness.

+++

The first thing I became aware of was a high-pitched whistle, followed by a musty scent, like wet stone and paper. I opened my eyes to a small, circular room.

Across from me, just beyond the foot of the bed I was lying in, was a red door. The walls were white-painted brick and featured bookshelves that practically exploded with books. “This isn't a bedroom with some books,” I thought, dazed, “it’s a library with a bed in it.” From every available wall space hung scientific illustrations of all kinds. Above my head, a tall window flooded the room with sunlight.

I tried to sit up, causing pain to radiate from my stomach. I was hurt, and this wasn't a hospital, meaning I was in someone else's home… in someone else's bed.

My mind scrambled to fill in the blanks. I woke up too early, again. I was skateboarding. I could smell pancakes and coffee. I wanted to watch the sunrise from the end of the pier. My feet tingled as I recalled my wheels rolling over the wooden slats; it seemed to go on forever. Did I make it to the end? Wait… what was that in the water?

Whatever happened next must have led to my injury. Did someone attack me? I couldn't remember seeing anyone on the pier, but maybe I was wrong. Did I fall?

Immediately, I checked my clothes. They weren't wet, which meant I didn't hit the water, but my back felt a bit damp… perhaps from sweat. How long was I unconscious? Frantically, I jammed my hands in my pockets, looking for my phone. Not only was it gone, so were my wallet and keys. Fuck!

With some difficulty, I kicked my feet out from under the heavy quilt and tried to stand. For the first time, I noticed that the bed had a small table beside it. All my effects were there, along with a glass of water and some over-the-counter painkillers. I urgently checked my phone.

“Six P.M.?!”

I had been sleeping in a stranger's bed for at least eight hours. No, probably even longer. I thrust everything into my pockets and made for the door, feeling a flash of fear that it might be locked. Mercifully, it wasn't.

The door opened with a creak that was loud, but did not travel as the hallway was incredibly small. Stairs led both to and from the tiny landing, going so far in each direction, I could not see where they terminated. Whipping my head around, I looked out the window. I could see nothing but sky. Was I in a tower?

I heard movement from above me. Whoever it was that brought me here was coming back. I started to descend the stairs, as quickly as my aching stomach would allow.

“Wait, stop, please!” A man's voice called down the spiral corridor.

I didn't stop, though. Racing down the steps, I practically tripped over my own feet as I scrambled to escape. Maybe he didn't kidnap me – he did leave all of my belongings, after all – but I wasn't sticking around to find out. My heart thundered in my chest as sweat broke out all over my body. The stairs seemed to go on forever, and I could hear the stranger behind me the whole time I ran, begging me to stop.

“Please, you'll hurt yourself! Please stop!”

When I finally reached the bottom, I threw open the heavy door and gasped as I was met with a cold spray of seawater in my face. Far in the distance, across miles of ocean, I could see the coast. Desperately looking from side to side, I saw that the tower was surrounded completely by water. There was no escape.

“Please… don't go any further. There's no way off this island. Please, I don't want you to get hurt.”

A hand on my shoulder made me jump. As I spun to face the stranger, all the blood drained from my face.

I was stricken by how tall he was, dwarfing me by at least a foot. His skin – if you could call it skin – had the appearance of thick white smoke trapped in a bottle, seeming to billow and roll beneath the surface. Most strange of all was his head. I could see the faintest outline of a human-shaped face, but it expanded outward from the sides and top, forming rolling peaks like a cloud. In the center were two large eyes, the irises and lashes of which were both stark white. Despite the creature’s fantastical appearance, he wore a simple blue button-down shirt and slacks.

Suddenly, I felt sure that I had died on that pier. Perhaps I fell. Perhaps I was still falling even now, synapses grasping at straws, presenting a frenzied hallucination before death. I could feel my grip on consciousness slipping, like flat shoes sliding on ice.

“Please don't hurt me,” I whimpered, fighting the pressure behind my ears and eyes.

“My dear, you being harmed is exactly what I am trying to prevent.”

“What are you? Am I dead?”

“I'll explain everything, okay? Please come back inside,” he pleaded, offering me his hand. My strength was fading fast. Deciding that the risk of trusting this stranger was preferable to collapsing in his doorway, I took it.

+++

Like the bedroom I had awoken in, the lighthouse kitchen was filled with sunlight as I sat at the table. Riding above the ever-present scents of sea, stone, and paper, the dining room air was thick with bergamot and lavender.

“I know it's summer, but I drink hot tea year-round. Would you like some?” he asked.

I suddenly became aware of just how thirsty I was, having been unconscious for so long, followed immediately by a frantic jog down the longest staircase of my life.

“Please,” I croaked.

I watched the back of the cloud-man’s head as he prepared the tea, my brain immediately connecting the loud whistle I had awoken to with his old-fashioned kettle.

He took a seat across from me, porcelain clattering softly as he placed the teacup and saucer in front of me. I sipped, relieved at the familiar and comforting flavor of earl grey.

“Listen… I'm… very sorry. It's really my fault you ended up here… that you got hurt.”

I looked up from my tea, brow furrowed. His eyes were pained as he stared at the vinyl kitchen floor.

“I was collecting sea glass and I lost track of time. When it's dark, humans can't really see me, so I usually do it at night,” he glanced up at me, the faintest hint of blue tinting under his eyes, “when I saw you watching me, I was just going to disappear into the water… but then I saw you hit the end of the pier. You hit it so hard. I got to you before you fell into the water, but you were already unconscious. I didn't know what to do... so I brought you here, to my lighthouse.”

His face was a mask of apprehension and regret. I had no memory of hitting the guardrail, but it did explain the bruise across my stomach.

He continued, “I’m not a medical doctor, but I've read many of your medical textbooks. I… examined you, while you were unconscious, to make sure you weren't seriously injured. Professionally, of course!” The blue tint under his eyes deepened and spread a bit as he stole another glance at me. Was he blushing?

I offered a humorless laugh. “Well, I'm glad you didn't take me to the hospital, my insurance doesn't cover that, and god knows I can't afford it. I've fallen off my skateboard before, it's no biggie. I'm sore, but I don't think it's, like, serious,” I supplied casually, trying to comfort him.

He perked up, just a little.

“I'm really very sorry, and I'm sorry if I scared you, too. I know that seeing me must have been quite a shock. I've read many of your books, and watched you on TV and on the computer, but I've never met a human before.”

Reality began to settle on me. I still wasn't totally convinced that I wasn't flailing in midair, moments from death and hallucinating vividly, but if this was real… then this was the coolest shit that had ever happened to me.

“Even – and perhaps, especially – if am about to die, what's the harm in playing along?” I thought.

“What… are you?” I asked.

He brightened a bit more, even managing a shy smile now.

“I believe in your language, the closest word to describe me would be ‘elemental.’ I learned that from one of your Dungeons and Dragons books. And, I do actually have a name,” he gained a bit of confidence here, giving a little hand flourish, followed by a bow, “Doctor Avery Nimbus, at your service.”

I giggled, and as I did, Avery’s face lit up; his grin was so big, it curved his eyes into half-moons. For a moment, I could swear the room was brighter, and a warmth spread through my chest.

He proceeded, “And you are…?”

“Well, my name is Casper. I'm just your regular ol, garden-variety human.”

“Casper, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance,” he said, extending a hand across the table. I clasped it gently, his large hand almost completely enveloping mine. His skin had an interesting texture, too; it was cold and soft, much softer than human skin, and I could feel the swirling tempest beneath it, like storm winds against a window pane. He held my hand for just a tick longer than I expected. By the time I looked up, he was already looking away.

“Ah… it's starting to get dark, now. I should take you home,” he said softly.

I frowned. I had so many more questions. A pit grew in my stomach as I thought of returning to the mundanity of my life after this experience, but I couldn't just drop everything, could I…? Besides, I was afraid of overstaying my welcome. I had been sleeping in his bed for hours.

“How do I even get home? You said there's no way off this island, and I didn't see a boat out there…”

Avery beamed again. This time, there was a sly twinkle in his pale eyes.

“Allow me to show you.”

+++

I gasped as Avery hoisted me into his arms, easily carrying me princesses-style despite my extra pounds. The night wrapped around us like a star-studded cloak, Avery's body nearly invisible in the darkness. He stood on the rocky edge of the tiny island, the crashing waves spraying us with salty mist.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

“Oh, god… as I'll ever be,” I whined, my hand clutching the fabric of his shirt.

“Then here we go~!”

With that, Avery leapt upward with incredible force, propelling us into the night sky. My stomach dropped as I squealed, memories of the drop-tower ride at my hometown amusement park flooding my mind. I hated that ride, but my brother always made me go with him. Avery was trembling, though, and it took a moment for me to realize it was because he was giggling.

“I always love takeoffs,” he tittered, and then began to walk across the air in slow, bouncing leaps. The cool night wind caressed my cheeks as I leaned into his chest, blushing and grateful he couldn't see it in the dark. Looking down on the city below us, I could see where the black of the shore met the twinkling yellow of the boardwalk lights. In that moment, I forbade any further notion of this being a hallucination; even if it wasn't real, I was going to live as though it was.

+++

My feet kissed the ground just outside of my door. Looking up, I stared into the glittering blackness of Avery's face, the bits of ice in his cloud-head catching the lights around the apartment courtyard.

“Will I see you again?” I asked.

“If you like, certainly.”

“Can you come back tomorrow night?” I blurted out, blushing brightly -- and now, there was definitely enough light for him to see it.

For the first time, Avery laughed a real, genuine laugh. It was a symphony that started as a tinkling of giggles, crescendoing into a hearty boom that rattled my chest like a thunder clap, tickling my ears and making them flush.

“Absolutely, dewdrop.”

#tickle fic #tickle fluff #tickling community #casper and avery #like real people do #fluffylore #writing #my fic #romance #tickling #ocs #my ocs

[applejacks1552]

A brief rant on Rogue and Gambit volume 2, now that we are past issue 2.

Exactly WHO is this book for?

I honestly don't know.

I don't get the angle this book is taking and why anyone would think THIS is what fans of Rogue, Gambit or both characters would want.

They are both coming off as complete and utter assholes.

Rogue is a cold, mean, emotionally abusive bossy workaholic with no empathy or sense of fun.

Gambit is a hapless, charmless incompetent drunk with apparently no regard for the safety of innocent lives now ... so that's new I guess along with being a drunk.

This writer gives us almost nothing playful or cute between them, only biting words and very few of them at that. No thought bubbles either. So very little actual story.

Where is any of the banter or flirting or charm that has characterized them for nearly 30 years? Where is any sense of fun or emotional depth?

Then suddenly they go from being completely cold to each other to completely hot ... and we basically totally skip the hot part? WHY?!? On what planet is THAT the part you smash cut out?! So yes, sex in the desert and then right back to arguing. That's how that works ... said no one who has ever had sex. (And for those whining, desert sex would be better than freezing cold cave sex actually. )

Otherwise there is one more tiny awkward moment of connection when they dance, only to interrupt it for the stupid hero misunderstanding fight with BP that frankly we are all VERY sick of. It's a tired trope. Please stop it. It's illogical. It's dumb. No.

Honestly I could not care less about this plot with the kidnapped mutants. Really kind of a copy off the volume 1 plot tbh, but far less interesting.

Then the worst crime ... having Gambit put an innocent woman in harms way for a diversion. Something he has never done before nor that I can buy. It was so badly out of character that it's just plain character assasination at this point. Just what his character needed, more abuse by another writer. And honestly, Rogue goes along with it despite complaining so she's truly being an asshole too. She's not off the hook.

This is a relationship story that needed a chisel to smooth over the Excalibur/KoX damage and instead they came at it with an pickaxe. There is no nuance. No subtlety.

I really don't get when writers take the "let's make everyone terrible" angle for a story as if that's what would bring any fan of any character that they love enjoyment or lure in new fans. Yes ... it's just SO great to pay nearly $5 just to experience your favorite characters being truly their worst selves? Thanks, I guess? But I surely could have found a hate-fic for free, you know. It burns all the more after sitting through several years of similarly unenjoyable writing just prior to this. The Krakoan era has sucked big time for Romy fans.

Even if you compare this mini to the short piece from X-Men that Duggan wrote that supposedly inspired this series, that Rogue and Gambit were in synch and charming and fun together. Cracking jokes. Rogue in sunglasses and bringing cake. Fighting side-by-side. Not making snide comments at each other.

And this isn't even some slightly juvenile but charming trashy fun in the way that X-Terminators was or one of those classic loveable losers type stories, where sure ... the characters are all pretty flawed but they still have true heart.

This Rogue and Gambit don't have that heart.

At this point I'm past mad. I'm just disappointed. Especially after the abysmal last few years for them.

Put this characterization up against how they are being written in Captain Marvel or X-Treme X-Men right now and it's just night and day. Those writers treat them both with so much respect and show them respecting each other.

Can the editors and writer not tell the difference between normal marital strife and dangerously toxic, emotionally abusive behavior?

Where is the beautiful emotional intelligence of R&G volume 1 or MMX?

Also ... THREE "mon cheri" usages?! Just no. NO. Stop that. WHY?!?!

I have been reading these characters for decades and this was just ... 🤦‍♀️

It has to get better. It literally cannot get much worse.

#gambit #romy #remy lebeau #rogue #marvel #anna marie lebeau #gambit x rogue #xmen #rogue x gambit #x men comics #comics

[torra-and-the-toons]

Welcome to my Cartoon Blog!

Torra | she/her | 1992 | Autistic | Fan Artist & Author 

Hello! If you’re reading this it means you’ve found my blog! Just a few things before we get started that you should know about me and what I do here. 

I post about whatever cartoon is tickling my brain at the moment, and I flit between hyperfixations like I’m playing duck-duck-goose. Ed Edd n Eddy is the only fandom I have major projects in, but I partake in a lot of other fandoms too. So just know, if you follow me for one fandom, it’s bound to change.

I ramble a lot. I tend to voice my thoughts out loud randomly into the void that is tumblr just because I like to talk to whoever may be listening. If that’s not your thing, you may want to block the #torra rambles tag! Don’t worry, it won’t hurt my feelings. I know it’s not everyone’s cup of tea and I want to do my best to make this blog enjoyable for all kinds of people.

My askbox is open, but I no longer take requests or answer head-canon related questions, but I’m happy to say hi. No Anons anymore, sorry.

If you’re just here for my art, I suggest looking for #torrasart. For any art I posted before February of 2024, I used #my art, #my doodles just FYI, but mass post editor was too confusing to change it, so I left it as is.

I try to be generally sfw, but I might still post/reblog suggestive text posts occasionally, tagged #suggestive, so minors beware... 

I don’t want to have to block anybody but I will if I have to... 

Please keep in mind that I have a full-time job that takes up a majority of my time and energy, but in spite of that I’m working as hard as I can to bring these projects to life. I also have pretty bad ADHD, which effects my ability to stay focused, but I’m trying. All I ask is for your patience and understanding. 💖

Ed Edd n Eddy Stuff

At the moment I have a few serious projects that I’m working on: My fan-comic, “In the Ed,” my fanfiction, “In the Sky of a Million Stars” and my most recent venture is just my unnamed Torra AU where I unleash my weird furry self-insert/OC into the cul-de-sac like a lunatic because I can’t make normal human OC’s.

IN THE ED

Horror AU, Supernatural Themes, Trigger Warning for blood and possible gore, Content Warning for language and violence.

"Nobody knew it existed. In fact this was the first time anyone had set eyes upon this hilltop manor for quite some time..." Four years after the events of the Big Picture Show, the Eds and friends find themselves in a brand new, death-defying adventure that's sure to shift the genres.

tags: #in the ed comic, #wip shot, #in the ed refs

This fan-comic is also on Ao3 for slightly easier readability! 

Introduction Page! 

CHAPTER 1: Peach Creek Manor

[1-5] [6-10] [11-15] [16-20] [21-25 (coming soon)]

IN THE SKY OF A MILLION STARS

Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Trigger Warning for Suicide Attempts, Content Warning for language and blood

Eddy has always been a man of many fears, but above all else, his greatest fear has always been the inevitability of growing up. Now, with adulthood staring him in the face, he just can’t take it. Why couldn’t things have stayed the way they were? AU where the BPS never happened, and Eddy struggles with the changes happening around and within him. Loosely based on the song "One More Light," by Linkin Park.

tags: #a million stars fic, #a million stars art

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Torra AU [not official name, and no banner image yet]

Comedy, OC, Content warning for language but overall trigger-safe, I think. Unless you have a fear of tigers

tags: #torra oc, #torra au, #torra and the eds

The Isaac Saga [no banner yet]

Comedy with some hurt/comfort themes. 

A collection of comics and drawings about the cat I made for Double Dee named Isaac. 

tags: #isaac the cat, #small things with great ed

Small Things with Great Ed Part 1

[pages 1-5] [6-10] [11-15]

#pinned post #long post #I've wanted to revamp my pinned post for a while now

[holeforlouis]

fave abo fics... go!!!

oh my god!! my very first fic rec!!!! lets gooo

💫 milk kinship by @jaerie

i honestly love everything jaerie writes and anytime i get the ao3 email that they’ve posted something new im ON IT, this one is one of my favorite of theirs, its got lactation kink, harry as a wet nurse, louis being a lil hot asshole (omega harry)

💫 say something by @kingsofeverything

this one is just 10/10 good old(lol) fanfic, i like long fanfics so if you’re like me this one is a great size, great characters and mpreg some age difference, whats more to ask? (omega harry)

💫 pretty please (with sugar on top) by @angelichl

this one mixes two of my favorites, sugar daddy and abo, this one is for the people who like pining, im not much of a fan but this one does it great, i love the characterization of harry in this, hes just a spoiled baby ok??? hes never done anything wrong in his life (omega harry)

💫 the post-war bp by @jaerie

yeah no THIS ONE is my favorite jaerie fic ksksks this one is lil post apocalyptic kinda and has dub-con, breeding kink so is not for everybody (im a sicko, so) (omega louis)

💫 come on over, we’ve got something to share by @jaerie

im a jaerie fangirl ok sorry, this one is really fun, we’ve got single parents, one night stands, lactation kink and more! (omega harry)

💫 fucking animals by pointerbrother on ao3

this one is SOMETHING ELSE, i only read this one once(ive read every single other fic of this list MULTIPLE TIMES) and ive been wanting to re read it but it is a DOOZY, we’ve got cuckolding which ive never seen in a larry fic before, and the smut is UP THE WALLS (omega louis)

💫 constant debauchery by blaaake on ao3

this one is alpha/alpha and ITS SLAPS, we have the forbidden attraction they have for each other plus dark academia kinda plus great smut, im not usually a fan of a/a or o/o but this is great

💫 pray for some sweet simplicity by @eeveelou

the one where omega louis pretends to be an alpha to be a world renowned motorcycle ryder and harry is a journalist who writes a piece about him, fandom classic, show stopping work (omega louis)

💫 face your fears by @sadaveniren

and last but not least, my FAVORITE FIC IN THIS ENTIRE FANDOM, no joke, i think i read this 10+ times (im due to a re read actually 🤔), if you haven’t read this you absolutely should, i dont even wanna talk about the plot too much, its perfect in every way, we’ve got baker harry, famous louis, single parent harry, finding each other later in life, TWINS??? (omega harry)

finally, as i mentioned before, i put my hand on the fire for all of these fanfics, minus one, i’ve read all of these multiple times and i plan on keep re reading on the future

#loved looking back at my ao3 bookmarks #fic rec #omegaverse #harry styles #louis tomlinson #harry #louis #larry #larry fic

[azrielgreen]

Hello! I finally found you, the wonderful writer of Breaking Points. That fic really did mess with my psyche. You are amazing and a terrific writer, need you to know that!

Is there a chance you have copies to share of the follow-up two followup stories to Breaking Point? Or will you ever publish them? <3 Long time fan!

Aww that's so lovely!! I'm always thrilled to talk to someone from the BP days!! I posted all fics onto AO3 and orphaned them before I deleted from FF.Net so you can still read them all right here. 💜💜💜

[imperiuswrecked]

I really don't understand why people are upset that songs in BP: WF are in Spanish.

I understand and agree with fans who say Namor shouldn't be speaking Spanish in fics or headcanons, because that is erasure of Yucatec Mayan/his background.

But why are people nitpicking stuff like "Smh they got a Spanish song for Namor, he would hate that!"

Would he? He's a fictional character, the songs are for the audience many of whom are seeing a Mesoamerican hero getting good representation, many fans who speak Spanish because that is one of the major languages that people use today. The song isn't Namor belting out Spanish lyrics, it's meant to convey to the audience the tone of the moment. Should all Wakanda scenes not have any English songs either? To say Black fans, African-American fans, shouldn't connect with Black Panther because the language is Xhosa? I'm just using that as an example since both Wakanda and Talokan are fictional imaginings of alternate histories.

I don't want to wander into discourse over languages or anything but it feels very strange to me that's what people get upset about when there are many Latine/Mesoamerican actors/crew who also put their work into the movie.

#black panther #black panther: wakanda forever #mcu namor #wakanda #talokan

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

struggling author anon here. thank you for even responding 💙 may I ask the best way to stop comparing? because I love to read, and there are some really talented people on the sites I frequent. I enjoy their work, but it’s hard not to compare. should I just stop reading for a while? as far as formatting goes, I do outline, sometimes just the characters and synopsis, sometimes the entire story from start to finish. I never really scheduled time. when inspiration hit, I pulled out my laptop. I do think I could be forcing it. I’d built a decent audience and tried to give them what I knew they liked. when I started writing what I really wanted to, no one read it, and that was discouraging. now, I just feel stuck.

What I would do honestly is what you’re currently doing now with me. I would network with other writers. That’s pretty much what I did for the past five years of writing for BP lol. I have group chats of writers and we pretty much bounce ideas off of each other. I ask them their opinion on specific stories, they give me ideas and vis versa.

I also read fics from other fandoms outside of BP. For instance, I read Harry Potter fiction because I’m a huge fan. When I was reading that, it really intimidated me because those writers write so damn good I was speechless lol but instead of seeing it as a discouraging thing, I pretty much used that to push myself. I constantly told myself that I could do it.

As far as writing what you love, honestly, you gotta sit back and understand that not everyone will like everything you write. Are there fellow authors that write the things you love that aren’t getting that much reviews? If so, I would reach out to them. I used to get so discouraged and upset that my work wasn’t getting the same attention as others. It took me a while to get where I am! Everything takes time.

I would definitely consider taking some time away. Trust me, it will really help you I promise.

What platforms do you write on?

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Man i just found your blog and whatever au you got going on looks so interesting i just have no idea what's going on. Do you have like a post or something explaining exactly what it is :')

I had one, but I can’t find it so I’ll just start a sorta. Starter pack/master post for all of my main Mandela Catalogue aus, and will be updating this post with any new ones I make.

This is gonna be long, so. Bear with me.

The Alternate AU

The alt au is, in its simplest terms, a swap au, basically swapping the alternate characters and the human characters. (Making the humans alternates and vice versa.)

The main plot is thus: Mark Heathcliff after the events of TMC Vol 1, comes back from the dead, furious at Cesar for leaving him to die and “causing” his death. Cesar has an encounter with Alt Mark, fleeing Mandela and living in Bythorne, joining the BPS eight years after that incident, meeting Sarah Heathcliff, and Seth Greer. (the leader of the bps and this aus version of six. Though he. May as well be an oc knowing how different they are.)

There are of course other storylines that happen in this au, involving Adam, Jonah, Thatcher, and Ruth. Here are some screenshots of basic character info:

(More info relating to the characters can be found here)

This au also has fan fictions I’ve written portraying the aus main events, and I’ll link them below in recommended reading order:

1. Prologue

2. Wellness Check

3. Winter break 1998

4. New beginnings

5. Fateful reunion

6. Reluctant Allies

Additional ones that have no specific reading order:

Intruder alert — Turning point — Remembrance - Awake

There are fan-made aus of this au you might’ve seen on my blog, that are not canon in the slightest, such as:

return AU: all turned Alts are turned back into humans

Gemini AU: characters are fused together into singular beings

Monster au: everything’s the same but the human characters are monsters. Halloween themed kinda

Additional info can be seen in the #tmc alternate au tag on my blog, or the specific character tags I’ll put on this post. There’s so much to this au that. I can’t put it all here otherwise we’d be here all day. /lh

The Mandela Prophet AU

This au, which is smaller in scale to the one above, is centered on Adam Murray, and takes place directly after the events of vol 2.

After being left behind by Jonah, Adam is approached by alternate Gabriel, and is given an offer that he’ll get all the knowledge he wants, as long as he follows Gabriel. Adam in his desperate want for the truth, accepts Gabriel’s offer, but is betrayed when they instead inflict him with a supernatural alternate parasite, that takes over his body and gives victims M. A. D.

Here is a small sorta medical sheet that kinda explains said parasite, along with the Prophets official design:

Fics:

1. Long walk home

2. Sleepless nights

3. Parasite

4: Intuition (non canon)

5: Buried Memories

6: Confrontation

Any other info on this au is found in the tag #mandela prophet

LabRats AU

The basic premise of this au is thus:

The characters of TMC are put through experiments in a scientific facility (Mandela BioTech), which is owned by Gabriel, a scientist obsessed with "perfection" and Dave Lee, a man that's reluctant, but willingly ignorant to the horrid acts happening under his watch. The main characters are mutated, given sometimes supernatural abilities. More info is in the #tmc Labrats au tag, so I recommend you start there, as this explanation is. pretty short.

Fic(s):

Prologue

Interview fics (can be read in any order): #02: Cesar

#04: Mark

Home Sweet Home au

In this au, it takes the whole. "Cesar's house is an alternate" theory and runs with it. Mark feels. oddly attached to the House, subconsciously always wanting to stay there and. make himself comfortable. While Cesar remains unaware that his Home is alive, and that he's been living in the belly of the beast for his entire life.

This au is still in production, meaning I recommend looking through the tag #tmc Home sweet Home au to get more info. plus, here's a link to the prologue!!

-Home is where the heart is

-Barotrauma

-Encounter

-Leah Heathcliff Interview

-Arthur Heathcliff interview

-Radio silence

I'm always up for questions about my aus, so feel free to send them in if you have any! :)

#asks are neat #ramblings :) #Mandela catalogue #tmc alternate au #alt return au #alt Gemini au #monster alt au arc #mandela prophet #tmc labrats au #tmc home sweet home au #lieutenant gabriel #seth greer (tmc) #cesar torres (alt au) #alt Dave #alt mark #alt Adam #alt Jonah #alt thatcher #alt ruth #body horror #face horror #au master post here look at it #I hope this all makes sense. I tried to be in depth without taking too long

[blueaiyuice]

hey, im blue-aiyu-ice!

› aiyu | not a minor | she/her/he/him (no preference) | istp › primarily boys planet + related (ggang team 4eva), but also a tdpa, mk1, and fe blog! › i am a huge fan of fire emblem too and love reblogging fanart of that! › i don't tolerate bp contestant hate.

writing + where to find my works!

› i do NOT write x reader fics. i'm on @zumblrnet! › i primarily write jeongjian (lee jeonghyeon x chen jianyu) › mostly write ggang team fics › mostly write AU centric works

my longfics/multichap works (in order of completion/release)

my oneshots (in order of release)

#pinned post #uriuriintro

[bestfriend491]

I Did A Thing...

So... i may or may not have made 2 new tumblr blogs. I just thought that you should know incase you're interested. This does not mean that I'm leaving the Black Panther fandom or anything (I am not leaving anytime soon, if anything I'm going to be more active in it.) I just wanted to add a few more fandoms in my life without forcing the people who follow me strictly for Black Panther and Marvel content to have to see all of the other fandom works.

So if you like Abbott Elementary and you want more Janine, Ava, and a few others x reader fics then here is that blog page.

If you like Wednesday and you want more Bianca and a few others x reader then here is that blog page.

I really just want to do what I'm trying to do for Okoye and the BP women for other black women that I love in books, tv and movies, which is give them a respectable amount of fan love.

It is frightening how miniscule the representation in Fanfiction there is for these gorgeous black women, but as the old saying goes "If you want something done right, sometimes you have to do it yourself."

I might make a few more blogs for a few more books, movies and shows in the future, I just need to find the ones that I really love. (send suggestions if you want to.)

Sidenote: According to the poll from the last Okoye fic, I will do Want Me Back Part 2 AND Reality Check Part 3 this weekend so unfortunately... The Nakia babies will be served next week instead of this week.

#wednesday #bianca barclay x reader #bianca barclay #abbott elementary #abbott elementary fanfic #abbott elementary x reader #x black reader #x black plus size reader #x female reader #okoye x fem reader #general okoye #okoye x reader #ava coleman #ava coleman x reader #black panther2 #black panther #janine teagues #janine teagues x reader #black writers #black representation

[crusherthedoctor]

"And tell me this, dear reader: with all the fanart of her that exists, when's the last time, or even the first time, you saw Surge be used in a fanfic, with an actual story? As her actual self (for better or worse)?"

That sounds like a challenge lol

You may be able to find some, but you could probably count them with one hand. BP

It is interesting how Surge was hyped up so much by fans and the comic alike, and the amount of fanart she received would certainly lead you to believe she's popular, yet not only are the amount of fics that focus on her (the actual her) surprisingly rare, but the moment the comic was done with her, everyone swiftly turned their attention to Sally Sheeples.

Textbook flavor of the month. Seems like these characters don't quite have the same lasting appeal as the game ones, wot wot.

#Crusher's Asks #Surge the Tenrec

[serenaew]

Where to find me, and what to find...

Hello, and welcome to my blog! I'm happy to see you here!

Recent happenings:

(updated 25/01/2024)

The @severitus-big-bang 2024 HAS BEGUN!!

Snape Fan Spotlight (interview) on Always Snape! https://alwayssnape.com/forum/topic/snape-fan-spotlight-serenaew/

Updated my permissions statement: still BP for all fanworks, however, no crossposting and no feeding to AI without my express permission.

Winner of the Snapedom Awards 2023 in the categories Severitus and Fluffy One-Shot and runner-up in the categories Miscellaneous Art and Angsty One-Shot! Thank you so much!

This is where you can find me:

AO3 | fanfiction.net (*) | Potions and Snitches | Always Snape | Tumblr | Discord | Dreamwidth (*) | LiveJournal (*) | Spotify | The Internet Archive

((*) means I'm not quite active on that platform (anymore))

Masterlists of my content:

Severitus | Snarry | HP: other ships and gen | Other fandoms

Poetry | Podfic | Filk | Meta

Friends and mutuals, please don't take offense if you're one of my co-creators and didn't get tagged in the masterlists or my posts. I do very much appreciate you <3

I hope to keep them updated, along with work progress... Last updated mid-Sept 2023.

Ongoing challenges:

Severitus Big Bang (@severitus-big-bang)

Play the List! Bingo (@play-the-list-bingo)

Poem of the week (@poem-of-the-week-challenge)

Assorted prompts: AO3 and P&S

Transformative Works Policy:

You need not ask my permission to podfic, translate, or create any kind of secondary fanworks of my fanworls providing you don't make money from it. If the fanwork you would like to use is derived from someone else's fanwork, you might need to seek their permission.

(Podficcers may alter the wording of the original text slightly for easier line reading, provided the same meaning is preserved.)

If you do, please link back to the original fanwork and mark it as being officially related on AO3. If you cannot post to AO3, let me know with a link to your work and I will make an AO3 external bookmark for you.

I do not agree for my works to be cross-posted to other websites without my permission. I do not consent for my works being fed to Machine Learning / Artifical Intelligence systems without my express, written permission.

Should you find my works anywhere that is not one of the above websites or certain fest blogs/websites, or that was put up under any other name than SerenaEW, Serena W. or EleanorPhoenix, please assume it was not put up with my permission, and please let me know.

And last but not least:

You can find me on the Fanfic Maverick Podcast, talking Snarry and Severitus, here:

I also had the chance to answer some questions by Heatherlly at Always Snape (alwayssnape.com), a Snape-centric fan-site and forum.

It's also about Snape, Snarry and Severitus, and some self-rec <3 Check it out here:

Feel free to drop me an ask anytime! And please let me know if there are any typos or bad links anywhere - I'd be really grateful for that.

Cheers,

Serena

#the master of masterlists #this is me #SerenaEW #transformative works policy #blanket permission #transformative works #drop me your rec requests #and your asks #meta

[shadymiser]

I saw BP Wakanda Forever in theatres and for a split second, I thought the plot was heading into previously unseen territory for Marvel. Even my friend leaned over during the cave scenes to ask ‘Hey, are they supposed to be together?’.

It’s important to note that I don’t often ship fictional couples and when I do, they have to be canon. I’m not really into fan fiction and I’m also not a heavy romance gal. But y’all, I felt it. I don’t know if it was a Letitia-Tenoch thing or a Shuri-Namor thing, but it was there. It had all the classic signs of an romance subplot. They were literally head cannoning Hades and Persephone, Beauty and the Beast! Cmon! If this was accidental, I think the writers need to screen their movies a bit more, because the chemistry between Shuri and Namor was so tangible to me and I wasn’t even looking for it. I also have a feeling that the whole *spoilers! Turn away in 5 4 3 2 1* killing Ramonda arc was purposely put in place to quell the romantic subplot. If it was, it worked, at least for me. Ramonda was like my mother, I spent the entire last arc simultaneously hating Namor and grudgingly admitting he looked so fine😭.

That being said, some of the fanfics I’ve seen so far aren’t really taking into account what we already know about these characters. For starters, Namor is a selfish narcissist. He might regret what he did to Ramonda (I doubt it, honestly), but it’ll be a cold day in hell before he apologizes to anyone. He’s also more concerned with his people than any potential romance. I hate to say it, but Talokan Vs Shuri, Talokan wins every time😭. And Shuri is avoidant. She avoids her feelings by burying herself in her science and technology. I don’t know where the writers are going with her character next, but I assure you, pining for Namor in Haiti is not it. She’s mourning the loss of her family, and I think she gave up the throne to Mbaku because she recognized that she needed time to heal and let go of all her anger. She might have spared Namor, but it wasn’t out of love, y’all! It was out of duty. That’s why they’re so similar and that’s why the chemistry exists. I’ve never read fan fiction before but I’m trying now because this has become my first non-canon ship ever and I’m so in love with them. I just need y’all to get it right, please😭

Also, I saw someone post a plot about Namor and Shuri’s kid coming back from the future and forcing them to confront the possibility of a relationship. This is the best one I’ve seen tbh, because Shuri would never seek Namor out in a romantic way otherwise. She’s AVOIDANT! Means she’d rather not deal with it😂 With this, she has to consider the possibility that some future version (or alternate reality🤔) of herself was enamored enough with the fish man to make little fish-panther babies. Anyways, that’s all. I look forward to reading your fics! And this is my first time in a ship/fandom. I like it a lot☺️

#namor x shuri #shuri x namor #wakanda forever #head canon #fanfic #marvel #WFspoilers #spoilers #please get it right yall. I can’t write fanfics so I need y’all to feed me😭