#btw I will not post the full fic

[the-writing-ninja]

Was writing a fic about Kai experiencing dysphoria and I felt like the world needed to see these lines

#ninjago #idk if this goes under not a fanfic or fanfic #I guess i'll put it under #not a fanfic #tw dysphoria mention #btw I will not post the full fic #cause it's very personal and very self indulgent #and borderline projection #so yeah #kai smith #kai jiang #the trans icon

[ghosttrolls]

First passes at comics are always so wonky avsjdkdbbd

#ghostly posts #danny phantom #my art #hmmmmmm I should add... more to that one panel #since I didn't take up the full page maybe I like. make that one taller #wip #-> based on a fic I basically wrote in its entirety last year sometime #I am tweaking it a bit for the format of comic. maybe I post the thing itself too idk #once again jumping into the MIDDLE BTW. I cannot start a comic at the actual start

[sunshinediaz]

snippet sunday 🎄

another lil snip from deck the halls, not your family (which i have been affectionately calling eddie vs margaret buckley in my head, lmao)

Eddie rolls over and kisses Buck’s mouth. “Wanna fool around?” he asks, nosing along Buck’s whiskered cheek and chuckling when he’s tickled.    Buck sighs, feigning a put-upon attitude, and wraps his arms around Eddie. “What a romantic,” he muses, pulling Eddie half on top of his chest. “You know just how to make your man swoon.”  “Shut up,” Eddie says, flicking Buck’s cheek, but he shoves his hand down Buck’s pants, anyway, and grips his soft cock. It’s warm in his hand, velvet-like and damp at the tip; Buck hisses and fists Eddie’s t-shirt, bringing him in for a mean, dirty kiss.  Eddie groans, drops his mouth open for Buck to lick inside as he fondles Buck’s dick, stripping the length and pinching at the sticky head, and he’s lifting up to spread himself across Buck’s big body, attempting to shove down both his and Buck’s pants and underwear with one hand because the other’s in Buck’s hair, when three sharp knocks break through the fuzzy air.  “Dad? Buck?”  Eddie rips away from Buck, moving off and over and away. “No goddamn way this is happening again,” he curses beneath his breath, elbowing Buck in the kidney when he starts to laugh, and then, louder, “Yeah, baby?”  Christopher stays quiet for a moment before tentatively asking, “Are you guys still awake?”  “Yeah,” Buck answers, leaning up and adjusting his pants. He reaches over and flicks on his bedside lamp, illuminating the room in soft white light. “Come in.”

tagged by @exhuastedpigeon, @devirnis, @eddiebabygirldiaz, @callmenewbie, @jeeyuns, @daffi-990, @jamespearce9-1-1, and @hippolotamus

tagging @spagheddiediaz, @wikiangela, @thewolvesof1998, @eowon, @rogerzsteven, and @monsterrae1 if any of you wanna share something <3

#(chris is 14 in this btw that's important for me to let all of you know) #and it's halfway finished which means i've got about 7k-10k to write by christmas which i can! and i will! #but i might have to fuck up my sleep schedule a lil bit to do so lmao #it's worth it this story is so silly and goofy and full of eddie pretending to be clark griswold so of course i'll do it #anyway after this fic it's back to hoa my beloved #i'm hoping to have it finished by the end of feb??? and i'll start posting chapters right before s7 starts????? wonderful #tag games

[lucaswarmhotchocolate]

Voldemort as a Hogwarts teacher but he's as he was the night of his resurrection, with the scales that glitter and sharp fangs and long split tongue and pointed ears and red eyes with slitted pupils and everyone is fucking terrified of him (except the older years who are scared, yeah, but just grateful to have a decent teacher while they take their wizarding SATs and ACTs because holy shit voldemort is actually really good at teaching who knew).

The one person who is fully unafraid is Harry Potter, more curious about the situation than anything. He desperately wanted to know why his prophesied enemy would abandon his goals of killing him, why he would do something as mundane as teach at Hogwarts. Harry was, of course, grateful to at least have a decent teacher in his OWL year, but he was still so curious.

Valentine's day rolled around as always, just as terrible as always, but Voldemort is spared from such a unique evil. Nobody dares to piss off He-who-shall-not-be-named... well, everyone except for Harry, who anonymously sends voldemort a single pure white rhododendron cluster and a modest box of chocolates. There are about 2 dozen small bites in the small, dark and warm wooden box with slight red undertones, wrapped in a thick green velvet strip with gold lettering that spells "Voldemort". It is gorgeous. Everyone looks at the luxurious gifts on their teacher's desk and wonders how he will react when he arrives.

The answer is that he won't. When Voldemort enters the classroom from the hall he simply glides over to his desk as usual, pausing only for a moment as he sees the cluster of flowers and what was no doubt a box of chocolates, and vanishes the offerings with a single wave of his hand. For some reason the class of 7th years seems disappointed, they really were curious about the potential love life of such an intimidating man.

What they don't know is that Voldemort didn't vanish the chocolates and flowers into the abyss, but rather teleported them to his coffee table in his personal living quarters. What they don't see is Voldemort carefully examining the flowers, amused by the meaning of such delicate white petals.

They could be a threat, a subtle message that the chocolates are poisoned, the anonymous gifter eager to see if he will parse out the message and avoid whatever fate the possibly laced dessert would lead them to. The message could also be a more heartfelt one, the sender promising to give him everything they can, riches and gifts and protection. Or maybe the flower's meaning was not for him, but rather for the sender themself. Maybe they were simply nervous, and hoped that the flowers would help them reach out to Voldemort.

That's something that always irked him, the convoluted and non-standard victorian flower code. Now, however, it send a thrill down his spine. He has no idea what the flowers mean, what the intentions behind it were. There is no note to be found, not in the box of chocolates, not on his desk. The only way to find out what it means is to wait, and enjoy the gifts he has been sent.

And so, Voldemort enjoyed the chocolates, picking at them throughout the week. Hopefully this anonymous person would continue their efforts, Voldemort always loved a good puzzle.

#harrymort #harry potter #voldemort #practicing my grammar here lowkey #punctuation is difficult but i'm quite pleased with the results #might have to write a full length fic with this concept because I love horcrux Harry and I love a crack premise #crack treated seriously #btw #This started off as my usual style of post but I couldn't resist spending an hour turning it into something I am actually proud of

[theinfinitedivides]

so much for not writing the fic

#tv: vigilante #vigilante #vigilante kdrama #nam joo hyuk #yoo ji tae #kim so jin #lee joon hyuk #kdrama #local gay watches Vigilante.txt #local gay watches k-dramas.txt #local gay writes fanfic.txt #it's not my fault it's Heon f*cking me up with his hand on Ji Yong's face that spawned this post-canon fic where the latter #comes back from his activities and Heon is in his house. sitting on his couch without warning. Ji Yong's still in his hoodie btw #there's blood all over his face. he is in a state of affairs but you know how i like my men #never mind this will probably like. never see the light of day anywhere and that it's more hurt/comfort than anything else but #we'll see how it goes. that's all i can say for y'all not to get your hopes up i have other sh*t to finish sksksksk #edit: i hate when i listen to music while writing and subconsciously work the lyrics into my sh*t. Polly by Moses Sumney came on #and this is why you have the 'he'll dissolve just like that' line bc uh. 'i'll dissolve / i know it won't solve this (i want to #dissolve) / evolve into rain and spit / you make me go unstitched' if you get it you get it if you don't you don't. full stop

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

Using all my bisexual powers to write a tomshiv/tomgreg oneshot smut fic with a reference to Temple Grandin; talk about Succ Sundays!

#no one cared about my next chpt in my good omens fic because i waited too long (rip) so no one will care about my improved smut writing #sad! #i’ve never written heterosexual sex before lmao help #or lesbian for that matter #<- failure on my part #but yah i’m greedy and my succ oneshots did well and are fun to write because they are Unwell #also shiv is hot and i’d let her ruin my life so it’ll be fun and full of haha’s #succ #succession #ao3 #personal #find this later miracle aligner #<- i will bully myself into finishing this within 2 weeks max #tomshiv #tomgreg #my ao3 is glossy_trees btw <3 #read my good omens fic if yr based and redpilled #i’m so excited to write about tom being cringe about shiv’s post pregnancy areolas you guys #tom wambsgans #shiv roy #greg hirsch #and jealous greg?? yes please #bisexual #enjoy my 2nd fav pic of carl barat

[tv3headz]

I haven’t been able to post a lot this week because I’m reading a certain Radiostatic fanfic 🙃🙃 (aka the one that’s like 1,500 pages long)

But ofc I still come to feed after my previous month long break so here’s a WIP of Vox as Tv girl :3

Program reveal if you already didn’t know I worked in ibis woahhh

#hazbin hotel #fanart #art wip #current wip #my blog shall not go dry #Badass eyelashes #digital art #Will post full thing soon #Will post soon #I love drawing genderbent #And just loving being a pansexual mess #I drew alastor too 💀 #Ok but fr that fic is SO LONG like it’s amazing but oh my god it’s so long…. #The fic is radio healed the video star btw if you haven’t already guessed #I kinda ship radiostatic but I ship radiosilence more (I like angst and vox being pathetic) #And our aroace king #It’s so hard balancing my hobbies #But I tryyyy

[nostalgia-tblr]

does it count as "an adultery kink" if the fascination is only for the very specific dynamic where there's a still-totally-deniable thorki subtext underneath it all?

asking for the many people who have no doubt wondered this.

#yeah i'll just go ahead and post this right after asking about baptism. a sacrament and then a sin you get the FULL RANGE here. #also idk if i just lucked out by finding all the dark jane/loki fic right away or if i've found my mcu people unexpectedly #either is acceptable really #i'd read fic where thor is the one stealing his bro's lover but i feel like he'd just apologise to that lover for having even THOUGHT of it #while other way round seems like it'd effectively be a “buy one prince get a second one free” deal for anyone thor so much as glanced at #my Drafts are full of this sort of shit btw #no wonder arlo guthrie did a 20 minute song about avoiding them!

[foolishfalls]

kojiro nanjo headcanon is just that hes like half italian or italian in some capacity. if you even care.

#thats why when his loved ones are stressed or in a predicament he showers them with food #he bakes cookies and makes handmade pasta. he goes full nonna #i'm not sure if this is coming thru in what i have published of my matchablossom fic so far #which i need to update #kojiro nanjo #matchablossom #joe sk8 #he has cousins in new jersey btw #i think his mom is italian #also this gives me the added bonus that i can hc him as at least a little bit catholic... #joseph is his confirmation name! obviously! #i sound so insane in this post

[https-chaos]

Do you ever love a show/project so much you get, like, overwhelmed by how proud you are of the creators? No? I'm the only one who's insane? Cool

#this is specifically about Ben brainard because I made a little extra money and was able to switch my Patreon tier to $25 a month for him #and I know he's taking a break and that's fine #I'm also a Sherlock bbc fan I can handle a hiatus #it allows me to obsessively rewatch the whole series a hundred times which forces fics out of my brain like a tube of toothpaste #but I'm getting emotional because I'm so proud of what he's done with welcome to the table #and his stand up career too #like he's not posting because he's on tour 🥹 #and I'm like holy shit. this one person #(who is my age btw) #got me through the pandemic #and when I have extra money I think of him and it makes me happy that I'm not the only one and he's able #to make a full time job out of the table #wttt #welcome to the table #wttsh #this is such an insane rant I'm sorry #ben brainard #also yes I'm aware this isn't 'healthy' or w.e lol

[phantom-does-a-thing]

Rolan always comes over every Friday night. That's the routine. Every Friday night, he comes over to Rand's house to watch Star Trek and hang out (they've both seen these episodes so many times but Rolan is still watching and Rand pretends to be interested).

Every Friday at school, Rand always asks, "you coming over tonight?" And Rolan replies "yeah."

It's every Friday, they haven't broken the routine once. Even when Rachel disappeared. Rolan was still over Friday night. But this time it was with a pan of lasagna from his parents for a grieving family. The tradition stayed the same, but things were a little worse off.

It's the same that day, the same as every day. Rand asks if Rolan is coming over. Rolan says yes. It's their routine. Rolan never breaks routine, that's just how he is. He's a man of schedule and habit, and Friday nights are the nights that he comes over and they watch Star Trek.

Rolan doesn't show up that night. He said he was going to. But he doesn't. He never comes.

Rolan always comes over on Friday nights. But not tonight. He doesn't show up.

#he doesnt show up bc he got eated btw #I want to make this a full fic #but instead have my thoughts #bc I dont know when I will get to it #rambling #phever dreams with phantom #jrwi #jrwi bitb #rolan deep #Rand jrwi #my writing #phantom does a thing #phantom posting

[detentiontrack]

Hc that sometimes Anne has flashbacks about seeing Marcy get stabbed, or her first encounter with Darcy, and when she's panicking, she doesn't remember that it's been months or years since then and everyone is safe. She feels like it just happened. So Marcy makes her trace her fingers over her scar to remind her that it was a long time ago and it's healed now. She also makes her put her hand over her heart so Anne can feel her heartbeat and warmth (I hc that Darcy's skin was a lot colder than the average human's) and remember that she's Marcy again and she's safe and they don't have to worry about things like that anymore. And it usually brings her back to the present.

#literally just posting this so i remember to write a full fic about it this week btw :0 #amphibia

[elvenbeard]

*trying very hard not to fall down the research rabbithole of how recording studios work because I want to write one (1) slightly more elaborate scene of Kerry recording a song at the studio*

But also... I can finally touch upon a few of my headcanons for his various implants :3 still not nearly as extensively as I'd like to in a full post just focused on that,mbut oh well! It's a start :D

#for example not actually needing headphones with his hearing implants but preferring them still for nostalgic reasons #and that even his voice box implant needs some warm up before he goes in full singing mode #the little music note on his neck not just being decorative but a cover for a jack socket #admfhrru there is so much more but aaahhh #writing stuff #cyberpunk 2077 #kerry eurodyne #my headcanons #this is for the post-canon fic btw #chapter 6 had a rough start but I like where it's going now xD

[hanayanaa]

Rosie has a history of anorexia. Within their family, they were commented on and compared, picked apart and pasted back again. It broke the young Rosabel.

They're still recovering in their 20s, although it's difficult. They still have issues with calorie counting and their body image. No matter what they do, they feel guilty and hideous.

They act silly and goofy to keep people from worrying, because they're scared of being pushed away or judged again. They want to at least be remembered as a funny and kind person, rather than the person who was so broken they were scared of feeding themselves-- the one thing everyone is hard wired to do. They're scared of everything; not being skinny enough, not being fat enough, not being happy enough, not being good enough of a person to keep around or remember when they're gone.

There were days they were in so much pain they couldn't get up. They knew they were wasting away, and the fact that they were slowly dying and losing to their own despair was the scariest. It was scary to have any hope for the future, for they couldn't see one for themselves.

Thankfully, the future came, and they're much healthier now, and happier as well. They have a family they finally feel like they belong in. A family where they were just Rosie, and not a pawn for their parents or aunties and uncles to compare to their kin.

Although, they often wonder how they would've turned out if their life hadn't been one of constant fear and worry.

They wonder what it's like to be full. They'll get there one day.

#a whole person #full being and also the other meaning btw #please eat if you havent yet! #rosie (4) #agent 4 #agent oc #splatoon oc #splatoon fic #splatoon agents #ehnmmm this really doesnt have anything to do with splatoon so i feel bad putting it in fhe actual splatoon tag lmao..esp since its so dark #also yes theyre asian hahahahahahaha! *jumps into a pond* #southeast asian to be precise. vietnam mentioned #thinly veiled callout post for asian families.... #chatssi #my oc #ana ment #tw ana #anorexia ment #tw anorexia #WHY WHY WHY I FORGOT IT HATES QUOTATION MARKS ITS SUPPOSED TO SAY 'FULL MEANING ''A WHOLE PERSON'' AND ALSO THE OTHER MEANING #brain blastard

[ra-archives]

Writing is fun bc like, I get to put that guy in situations. I get to fuck them over and be mean to them but also delicately hold then y'know? And it's especially fun when you have that one character who just has your voice already.

Like, I already talk like Legend and write like his narrative would be, and Wild just comes so easy. But then. That's it, then no one else gets situations but I also want situations for them too but I can't bc I don't get their character or voice and then I'm sad ;-;

Anyways yeah this is just me complaining that I decided to write from Warriors perspective and it keeps just. Not working.

Also post made as a note that I might drop a fic link soon? I need to dust off my Ao3 account but it's coming as soon as Wars stops being difficult :>

#immediately switched to Legend pov after two chapters btw #he has an iron grip on my writing style and narrative voice #another post where I finish writing and look back to wonder why the hell I made this #oh well ¯\ (ツ) /¯ #I'm having fun so thats what matters #cringe but free and all that #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #writing #linkeduniverse #btw way fic is gonna be super angsty to so :D #also promise my actual writing is better than this post makes it seem #remembered someone I know irl follows this and its like getting slapped in the face but ive decided I no longer care #thats totally a lie btw but full send anyways

[augustslippedavvay]

it’s new year’s. you’re at a party with your friends, and steve harrington wants to be the one to kiss you, but he doesn’t know if you’d want that, too. 

you went to high school together, orbited the same circles, and now you’re both ringing in the new year in someone whose name you’ve forgotten’s parents’ basement, and you look so pretty, and every time you catch his gaze you scrunch your nose, wondering what’s on your face, maybe, to make steve harrington’s eyes find you so often, and it makes steve blush. 

you’ve only ever known him as king steve. he knows you think he’s a douche, and he wishes you’d realize, somehow, that he’s changed. he’s not nice, now, not necessarily, but he’s definitely no longer a douche. 

he’s kept one eye on you pretty much the entire night, and the closer it gets to midnight, the antsier he gets. he’s biting his thumbnail. he never bites his nails. he knows this is probably the closest thing to a chance he’ll ever have with you. he shoves his nerves down to a dark, quiet place, ignores the voice in the back of his head, and pushes off from the wall he’s been planted against. 

so he approaches you where you’re nursing a strong drink in a plastic cup, taps your elbow gently to get your attention. 

“hi,” he murmurs, smiling. “hi,” you say back, turning to face him, eyes bright.

he asks if you’d like to run up to the kitchen to grab another drink with him, and you glance at your friend. steve watches as she give you a knowing look. he doesn’t know whether it’s a good look or a bad look, but you say yes regardless. as he leads you away from her and up the stairs, his stomach is suddenly knotted in a way it hasn’t been, he thinks, ever before. 

in the kitchen you chit chat, about how life has been since you left high school. steve finds out you’re going to college in california, which explains why he hasn’t seen you around town very often since you graduated. when you ask what he’s been up to, he gives you a forced smile. “been workin’ odd jobs, you know, here and there. was at scoops in the mall for a bit,” you hum, and he smiles a little more truthfully, “and now i’m at family video. it’s not, you know, the most stimulating work, but it’s money, you know, i’m not complaining.”

you tell him that sounds fun, and he can feel the knots in his stomach making their way up his throat. he’s bombing. he’s totally tanking. he’s lost all of his charm, and you’re so bored, and he can tell, so he chugs his drink, suggests you guys go back downstairs, rejoin your friends. you frown, the skin between your eyebrows pinching in a way that makes him want to press his thumb to it, but you nod, follow him out of the kitchen.

in the basement, everyone is preparing themselves for the ball to drop. it’s 11:57 - christ, steve hadn’t even realized how late it was - and you grab his hand, lead him to the table where someone’s poured out glasses of champagne for everyone to take. she picks up the last flute, luckily, and makes to hand it to steve.

“no, no, you take the fancy glass. i’ll just grab the...grover one.”

you laugh and nod at him, watch as he picks up the child-size glass with the fuzzy blue monster on it, filled halfway with sparkling wine, and takes a sip. 

“you know something, harrington?”

steve hums, watching you over the rim of his glass as he takes another sip.

“i had such a giant crush on you in high school. i had no clue you even knew i existed.”

steve spits his champagne back into his cup, coughing once, twice, and you take the cup from his hand, put one hand on his shoulder while he regains composure.

“you - i - you what?”

before you’ve had the chance to elaborate, everyone around you starts to cheer. the countdown on the television is about to start. you grin, glancing to your left and your right, your ponytail bouncing against the back of your neck.

five, four

steve looks around as everyone counts out loud, pulling their new year’s kisses in close, and glances back down at you. you’re looking up at him with newfound hope in your eyes, and he swallows thickly, sets down his glass, and cups your face in his hands.

three, two

“this okay?” you nod and grab the back of his neck, pulling him down the rest of the way to press your mouth to his before he has a chance to make the first move, and he wraps his arms around your waist, pressing you even closer to him.

one

neither of you register everyone else around you popping confetti and cheersing with their glasses of champagne, too engrossed in one another. steve’s lips continue to move hesitantly against yours, and when he makes to pull away, you hold his head to yours, open your mouth slightly to deepen it. he groans into the air between you.

“happy new year, steve harrington,” you murmur against his mouth. steve sighs and presses one more kiss to your waiting lips.

happy new year indeed.

#i'm writing an eddie nye blurb w a very similar concept to post for new year's tomorrow and loved this idea too #but know i don't have the time or energy to write a full piece rn lol #so enjoy this lil thing!!! xoxo #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfiction #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fic #surprise!!!! #no warnings btw and it's 891 words <333 #emily writes