#but gosh this was such a good fic

[mylovelookup]

Very fast sketch for @justalilguyoops because WIPIP ended and it was everything to me

#might color this? #if I have time?? #srsly tho #this fic was amazing #I rarely read long fics but this was so good and they wrote 300k of pure gold #gosh I’m so thankful #my art #art #cattonquick #Saltburn #Oliver quick #felix catton #fanart #Saltburn fanart

[libraryofgage]

Saw the Barbie movie the other day and Billie Eilish's "What Was I Made For" (click the song title to listen to it lol) hit so fuckin different good lord. Anyway, it's perfect for Steve angst with a dash of platonic Stobin and romantic Steddie fluff so ;)

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Steve is five when he learns that he was made to keep his parents together. At least, that's why his mother made him.

He learns it one night when his father is staying late at the company (before his mother started accompanying him all the time, leaving an empty house and Steve behind; Steve can confidently say his presence did, in fact, fix their relationship: it gave them something to unite against). His mother is three large glasses of red wine in, draped inelegantly on the couch and slurring her words with a glassy film covering her eyes.

"Steven, you were supposed...supposed to make him stay," she says, her fourth glass of wine dangerously close to spilling across the white rug. "An-and he's still gone! What did we do wrong?"

Despite the use of "we," Steve knows very well (even at the age of five) that his mother means "What did you do wrong?" He doesn't have an answer for her--he never will--and that seems to be just one more thing she holds against him.

Steve is seven when he learns that he was made to keep the family name strong and respected. At least, that's why his father made him.

He learns it when his father brings him to work, his stern expression and tense shoulders telling Steve to behave himself, to be seen and not heard the entire day (he did, and it worked a little too well; after falling asleep on the couch, his father had forgotten him at work, leaving him to spend the night in the locked office). His father is sitting at his desk, expensive pen in hand and phone just hung up after a tense conversation that ended with the most genuine smile Steve has ever seen from him.

"Steven, I hope you've been paying attention today," he says, placing the pen on the desk and fixing him with a suffocating gaze. "You'll be working here one day, and I expect you to make something of yourself when you do. You're to be a model man, someone I can proudly introduce to others."

When his father says proudly, Steve knows he means that he can't do that now because Steve has yet to make something of himself. Steve nods once, says a firm but not too loud, "Yes, sir," and his father goes back to work.

Steve is sixteen when he learns Nancy made him her boyfriend for...for a distraction? Because it's what was expected of her? Because she was curious? At least, that's what Nancy seems to be saying.

Honestly, Steve isn't sure she knows, either. But she definitely knows that he wasn't what she wanted, that he wasn't what she expected, that he couldn't live up to the expectations she had made for him.

Either way, he learned it over the course of their relationship, but it all hit him at the very end, when fights and names (idiot, asshole, and dick, to list a few) compounded into a breakup that left him aching, angry, empty, hurt, and desperate to know what he did wrong.

Maybe then he'd be able to save himself from making the same mistake over and over. Because it must be him, right? It must be something he's doing; if only he could figure out what that is.

Steve is seventeen when he learns that maybe he was made to be a shield. At least, that's how he understands the plan Dustin comes up with wherein he calls Steve their tank.

He learns it when they're huddled together at some point, readying to face demodogs and whatever else the Upside Down has decided to throw at them. Dustin is explaining the plan, his eyes bright as he throws around terms Steve can't recognize. "And Steve is going to be our tank," he says.

"What's a tank?" Steve asks, at least certain they don't mean the military kind of tank.

"Like a meatshield, duh," Mike tells him, the explanation short and quick and then disregarded in favor of the rest of the plan.

Maybe Steve should have felt hurt, but part of him is more excited by the fact that he could do well as a tank, a meatshield. He could, in fact, be made for that role. He's great at taking a punch, great at jumping back to his feet, great at putting himself between the kids and whatever wants to kill them.

The only way he could possibly fail at being a shield is by dying, and he doesn't plan to die just yet.

Steve is eighteen when he wonders if maybe he's made to love. At least, that's a realization he has after befriending Robin, getting tortured together, and learning he doesn't need romance to love someone. It's a realization he throws himself into wholeheartedly one day when he looks at Robin and sees her trying to drink a slushie with a Twizzler.

"I think I love you," he blurts out, unable to hold the words in and feeling bad for it when Robin subsequently chokes on Twizzler and Cherry slush.

She spits out the slushie, tosses her Twizzler into the cup, and spins around to look at Steve. "We've definitely talked about this, dingus," she says, narrowing her eyes in suspicion. "You got amnesia or something?"

Steve rolls his eyes and pushes her. "Not like that. I mean, like, a friend. I love you, Robin. You mean a lot to me, and I hope we're still friends when we're 80 so we can make fun of other people in our nursing home."

Robin breaks out into a grin that she quickly suppresses. "Ugh, affection," she sneers, turning her nose up. It lasts all of three seconds before she glances at Steve from the corner of her eye and adds, "I love you, too, dingus."

Steve is nineteen when he decides that he's made for love, to give and receive and bask in its warmth. At least, that's what he decides when he's with Eddie, sprawled across his bed and listening to the mixtape he made for Steve.

They've been dancing around each other for a while up to that point: obnoxiously obvious flirtations, finding any excuse to brush against each other or share space or lean together, creating reasons to hang out with some as simple as "I'm just bored." Steve has been enjoying it; they both seem to understand what's inevitable, and they're just taking their time getting there.

And right now, listening to Eddie sing along to Metallica, Steve thinks that he wants to stop dancing around each other and dance together, instead. So, he turns onto his side, places a hand on Eddie's arm, waits until Eddie is looking at him with a bright smile and curious eyes, and says, "I was made for loving you."

Instead of the joy Steve was expecting, Eddie just looks confused. "How'd you know that was the next song?" he asks.

"What?"

"On the mix tape. I Was Made for Loving You by KISS. That's the next song," Eddie explains.

Steve blinks and frowns. He sits up, throws a leg over Eddie's hips, and settles on top of him. Eddie doesn't look surprised, since it's not the first time Steve has done this. Usually, it just means Steve wants him to pay close attention. "I didn't know it was the next song, Eds."

It takes a few moments for Eddie to fully understand what he means. And Steve gets a front-row seat to the confusion that morphs into understanding that morphs into amazement. "Oh," Eddie breathes, pushing himself up to rest on his elbows. "Could you say it again? I don't think I heard you the first time, Stevie."

Steve snorts but humors Eddie anyway. "I was made for loving you," he says, softer this time and leaning closer.

"Yeah, much clearer that time." Eddie's grin is wide and blinding before he closes the distance between them. "I was made for loving you, too, sweetheart," he whispers back, his words pressed against Steve's lips and searing into his heart.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie ficlet #steve harrington #steve harrington angst #steddie fluff #platonic stobin #stranger things #stranger things fic #Barbie movie soundtrack hits different ngl #can we also talk about Steve just being barbie? #like #he starts as a Ken and becomes a Barbie #tell me i'm wrong you can't #also I'm realizing Steve is a character that turns in my mind at supersonic speed #and Steddie by extension cuz gosh those boys could be so good together

[phlegmykins]

From Cohabitation

#ugh this part got me good #oh the domestic fantasy of being in a stalemate with a nightmare you’ve captured but cannot kill 🥰 #the sandman #the corinthian #hob gadling #hobrinthian #cohab is one of my favourite sandman fics gosh

[velidewrites]

To get back what the Cauldron has taken from her, Elain Archeron makes a deal with Prythian’s most dangerous enemy.

Now, a servant of a cruel Death God, Elain must make sure her efforts are not discovered—especially not by someone tied to her darkening heart by a golden thread.

Someone like her mate.

Notes: My humble offering for @elucienweekofficial. This fic is a post-ACOSF story — and very close to my heart as it’s based on the very first one-shot I’ve ever written.

Tags: Post-ACOSF, Canon Compliant, NSFW

Read on AO3

Chapter 1 - They Don’t Understand You

Chapter 2 - Could You Be The Devil?

Chapter 3 - You’re Not Like The Others

Chapter 4 - Fill Me With Your Poison

Chapter 5 - Leave My Body Glowing

Chapter 6 - You Open My Eyes

Chapter 7 - I’m Ready To Go

Elucien Week Taglist (let me know if you'd like to be added!): @areyoudreaminof @fieldofdaisiies @kingofsummer93 @witchlingsandwyverns @gracie-rosee @stickyelectrons @selesera @sv0430 @capbuckyfalcon @betterthaneveryword @tasha2627

#'velide are all of these titles lyrics to katy perry's ET?' you ask #'gosh that's SUCH a good question' i say then disappear into the void #elucienweek2023 #elucien #pro elucien #elain x lucien #elain archeron #elain acotar #lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #elucien fic #elucien fanfic #elucien fanfiction #acotar fanfic #acotar #a court of thorns and roses #my writing

[skyloftian-nutcase]

*sneaks in,

Gives you this*

*runs away*

WKQIWGEOFFHDKAOQHDLFISHALAHQFKCU

I—YOU—

AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH

Dude you went SO HARD on this like I—THIS IS AMAZING????? I WILL BE THINKING ABOUT THIS ALL WEEK

#you ask skye answers #and screams incoherently #lovely l3ominor #HOLY FRIGGIN HECK #Hero of Shadow #HE LOOKS SO GOOD 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ #I DO NOT HAVE WORDS I’M???? #EEEEEEEE #fan art for my fics #*DECEASED* #I love him so much oh my gosh #AND THE MALICE????? #AND HIS ROBE????? #*screaming*

[deiaiko]

#20.1 Sulk

Her footsteps echoed through the hallway, stopping in front of one particular room where her god resided in. She knocked on the door to make her presence known, not expecting her god to answer. Not today, at least.

Hwaryun opened the door and saw her god curled up on the sofa. He peeked at her and quickly looked disinterested at her presence. She considered it better than getting herself kicked out before she could talk some sense into him.

She invited herself in and went straight to the pantry. "Grace couldn't come today, so he asked me to look after you. Would you like some tea?"

Her god didn't answer, but he did perk up at the name. She brewed him a cup of tea anyway, adding a little more sugar than she would have liked for herself since her god had a sweet tooth. She set his cup on the coffee table and took a seat on an unoccupied sofa next to him.

Viole sat more upright, still hugging the sofa pillow. He gave her a once over before he went back to staring into the far off distance. "Why can't Hyung come?"

Hwaryun took a sip of her tea before answering, "He said he needs time for himself."

"Is it because of me?" Viole mumbled into the pillow, eyes shadowed by his long bangs.

"No. He's grieving for his late friends."

"Oh." Viole loosened the grip on the pillow, although only momentarily. "Can I see him?"

'I want to be there for him' was what his gaze seemed to say. Her god was such a compassionate person; it was endearing. Still, she had to shake her head. "You won't be of any help to him with your plate full."

"Why? What does that mean?"

"You have a lot on your mind. It's better to sort them out first before helping someone else." Hwaryun traced the edge of her cup, "Do you want me to guess or would you like to tell them yourself? Putting words into your thoughts will help you to untangle it."

Viole blinked. "I don't know. I feel bad."

Hwaryun hummed. "Do you know the cause of it?

"...Rachel." Viole turned his head away. "My chest aches whenever she comes to mind."

"She betrayed your trust, didn't she? It's expected that you feel that way."

"I've been…I just wanted to help her. Yet…" Viole trailed off. "I know I have forgiven her for making me live like this. But…"

When Viole couldn't find any words to continue, she decided to help him fill in the blanks. "You feel sad and angry because it feels like you're wasting your time thinking about how to get her back, only for her to walk away from you."

Viole buried his face on the pillow, staying quiet.

Hwaryun decided to help herself to the cookie jar on the coffee table and pulled out a book from her pocket. Opening the bookmarked page, she began reading where she left off while she waited for her god to gather his thoughts.

Moments later Viole shifted on his seat and mumbled, "Miss Hwaryun, why should I keep going?"

"To climb the tower?" Hwaryun didn't look up, even though her book was quite boring. "Or to be FUG's slayer?"

Viole stiffened at the latter question. Unlike the book, her god was easier and more interesting to read.

Hwaryun took another sip from her half empty cup. "Well, if you refuse to be a slayer, then what would you be?"

Viole didn't reply. It wasn't like they gave him enough time to think about it before.

"Being FUG's slayer isn't that bad, you know? You have backup here, and we will support you with whatever we have. Connections, money, information. I'm sure Jinsung, Grace or Agni had told you how important those are to help you climb the tower."

Viole bit his lip, "I know that. But that's–"

But nothing they could offer would satisfy him, Hwaryun knew. Because her god didn’t care about money or fame. What he wanted was companionship, his cherished friends, and FUG had cruelly taken that away from him. However, "Believe me, it could be a lot worse than what you have now."

"How much worse could it be?" Viole's voice cracked a little. "I just…want to be with my friends, is it too much to ask?"

"Is it?" Hwaryun clapped the book close, eyeing the untouched tea on the table before looking to its owner in his eyes. "Considering everything I've seen in my lifetime, you're quite lucky your friends are still around."

Viole blinked, staring back at her with a look that could kill. She realized she had worded it like a threat.

"Don't take me wrong, I'm just saying that in general. The tower is just a cruel place, and people who climb it know that they must put their lives on the line to get what they seek. People kill and die for a lot of reasons, and we are no exceptions." Hwaryun placed her finger on her eyepatch, "This eye could have been my life, if I didn't dodge in time. Did you get what I mean?"

Viole frowned. "Then what do I do? I don't want to lose anyone anymore."

Hwaryun hummed thoughtfully, "That is impossible. All you can afford is to do your best by getting stronger, so at the very least, you won't see them get killed in front of you."

Fear reflected in Viole's eyes and he gritted his teeth. "How could you say such a thing?!"

"It's not impossible. If Hansung were to take Khun and Rak as a hostage, would you be able to fight back and win before he's able to hurt them, or worse?"

Viole bit his lip.

"Hansung wouldn't do that, don't worry. But I couldn't say the same thing with other rankers and regulars that will come across you."

Viole considered her words for a long time. "...I don't think I would be okay if I lost them."

"I know." It would be just like what happened with Jinsung.

Viole suddenly jumped down on his feet, staring sharply at her. "They are all still alive, right? My friends, I mean."

"Yes, they are. Grace would have told you otherwise if anything were to happen."

"Then, do you happen to know who Hyung's friends that's…?

Hwaryun shook her head, "No. None that we knew of."

"Ah." The sulking brokenhearted boy he was before was no more, and Hwaryun couldn't help but smile at her beloved god. "Do you think I can help him somehow?"

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#im back!!! #gosh i miss posting this series sm you have no idea #rl work is making me insane (bad) #so i need to be more insane (good) over this to balance it out #i have around 15 chapters in my disposal right now. waiting to be beta-ed #that could last me until july. wow #i planned to come back on the third week of april but i cant wait any longer #tower of god #tog #two sides of the same coin fic #my fic #my art #bam #baam #25th baam #25th bam #the 25th baam #the 25th bam #jue viole grace #hwaryun

[kalahannikolai]

The dungeonmeshi brainworms that get stronger with each episode and compel me to write a very self-indulgent fic.

But the anime-only born anxiety that stays my hand, unstoppable force meets immovable object...I just wanna draw comparisons between my OCs and Farcille so badly...

#the anxiety is strong with this one #but so is the growing hyperfixation #I know for a fact this fic will only be enjoyed by me #but good gosh do I wanna give in to the urge #dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #farcille

[k1ll3r-k4rg0]

Chapters: 14/14 Fandom: Disco Elysium (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Du Bois & Kim Kitsuragi, Harry Du Bois/Kim Kitsuragi, Eyes & Kim Kitsuragi, Kim Kitsuragi & Garte Characters: Kim Kitsuragi, Harry Du Bois, Garte (Disco Elysium), Eyes (Disco Elysium) Additional Tags: Angst, Sickfic, Canonical Character Death, Post-Mercenary Tribunal (Disco Elysium), Missing Scene, Spoilers, During Canon, POV Second Person, Implied Relationships, Blood, Mild Gore, Medical Procedures, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, Vomiting, Flashbacks, Dreams, First Aid, Suicidal Thoughts, Canon-Typical Racism, Slurs, Caretaking, had to write what happened after harry got shot, and i REALLY wanted to write kim getting his ptsd hella triggered, also cuno is here. for a scene, and my garte kim friendship agenda..., Grief/Mourning, Pale Fuckery, also yeah there's tension here and kim's slowly realizing how much he likes harry, but they don't get together., POV Kim Kitsuragi Summary:

Somewhere in Martinaise, the snow is falling. The violence is over. The conflict is done. Blood freezes, goes cold on broken tiles. Inside, it is warm. A man sits a bedside vigil besides the body of another man, asleep, shimmering red with fever, his shot up leg crawling with pain. The man sitting vigil shuts his eyes and he ignores the pounding of his head and he ignores the déjà vu of having seen this all before, somewhere in Jamrock in July, six years of a world away.

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Kim takes care of Harry after the tribunal and is forced to face his own demons: the death of his previous partner, and the very likely death of this new acquaintance (and with it, death to the first hope he's felt in years).

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Here’s this hugelarge fic I’ve been working on for the past month!!! Super proud of this one. It’s basically a missing scenes fic of the two days Kim had to take care of Harry after the tribunal. From Kim’s POV! Had a lot of fun with this one.

Kim is so fun to write. and i like it when he has issues. bc on the outside he doesn’t. BUT INTERNALLY...

#gosh #shoves him in my mouth #really good stuff here #disco elysium #disco elysium spoilers #harry du bois #kim kitsuragi #my writing #i tag garte too bc he's there #garte disco elysium #idk how else to tag this hahah i really love it #good stuff afufhgufgghfugughg #this fic makes me feel a LOT of things #oh umm #eyes disco elysium #viorel segal

[piliiiiiconfusionf]

"...Logan is surprised how often Patton has secretly caught him looking up in wonder when even he himself hadn’t known he was doing so this often..."

Ok if I wanted to explain what got me to draw this I would have to start rambling about this amazing fic "Imagi-cation Getaway" by @icycove/ @fandombead, this scene and line being from the second chapter, the fic being about the creativity twins taking the rest of the sides into vacations inside of the imagination.

Heavily recommended, the second chapter had me in awe for the whole night when I read it and had to draw this, absolutely amazing job, words weren't enough to explain-

#my art #sanders sides #sanders sides fanart #fic fanart #not my fic #friend's fic #so dang amazing fic #fic recommendation #logan sanders #logic sanders #stargazing #the imagery was way too pretty oh my v #gosh #no way to describe with words not even pretty words helped #please read and give this story love it's so good #pili's art

[groovinrightalong]

Wheeler siblings for the soul

#stranger things #mike wheeler #nancy wheeler #holly wheeler #wheeler siblings #my fic #writing wip #mike is a good big brother GOSH DARN IT #what do you mean he wouldn’t goof around with her #you’re a liar #he is the goofiest little guy there is #byler #byler wip #will isn’t in this bit or this chapter but he’s kinda like god #always present

[anothertickleblog]

Selfcare is reading tickle fics, squealing, kicking your legs, feeling tingly and smooshing your blushy face into a pillow

#looooove me a good tickle fic oh my gosh ahh! #makes me feel extra sensitive and giggly hehe #tickle #tickling #tickle community

[best-fanfic-trope]

Round 1: Found Family vs. Fluff

Found Family:

When they find people who make them feel safe and become like family etc etc <3

Fluff

happy!

#oh gosh i kinda regret pairing these #theyre both too good #um choose wisely i guess #found family #fluff #bracket related #round 1 #round 1 part 3 #fic tropes #fanfic tropes #poll

[magnusbae]

You’ve caused me to be absolutely obsessed with obikin to the point that i literally cant think about anything else and i havent even seen anything starwars related for years just thought i might let you know lmao

Also if you have any more fic recs i wouldnt say no 👉👈

It is red and alarming to draw your attention as yes I did— indeed— finally found a fic to recommend! only took me some 9 days but hey.

First thing first though— I am so infinitely pleased by being the cause of your demise— pardon, obsession. 😌😌😌

You've brightened my day by letting me know, and the only reason it had taken me time to respond was because I wanted to have a rec I would truly feel I can stand behind, start to finish!

So here we are~

Now, so far I had tried to give recommendations that would be vastly different in every sense of the word, however if you pay attention, there's one consistent link between the things I do feel like recommending— and it is consistency.

I firmly believe that consistency makes the story more than any level of quality or absurdness. As it happens to be, this fic possesses both consistency and quality :)

Speak no Evil by Exonerin

It's— tam tam tam~ an ABO AU! Yes, yes I know. While usually used for heavily kinky thematics, this one is.... rather different in many ways. If you've never tried abos or had read so many you've seen it all, or you've never really liked the whole notion— well this one, I feel like, can really fit all three case. Alternative ABOs is the thing I enjoy the most, non-classic, non-traditional sort of ABO world building is a joy to behold, truly. I urge you to try this one, as it is solid, wonderful and simply enjoyable start to finish. Firm Show-don't-Tell, extremely witty writing and language, solid characteristics and just— frankly, fun. Just fun. Nothing much else. I had a blast reading through this, and I think many more people would. I recommend trying this, even if ABO was never your thing. Trust me. 😌

Again, truly pleased to welcome you in this hell I had come to call a home, I do hope you enjoy this ride as it only gets wilder with time. 😌💞💖💕

P.S I forgot to say that this is by far, my absolutely most favorite portrayal of a top Obi-Wan. Me, every time Obi-Wan does something in this fic: 😳👉🏻👈🏻 haha. Take is as you may. 😌💖

#How exhausted and full on beat up I am? Nearly posted this without the actual url to the fic :) #I do apologize for making you wait! But I truly had nothing to recommend until yesterday! #As always y'all if you enjoyed it please let me know~ I always am hyped if someone likes something I recommended 👀 #msg #liselex #obikin #fic recs #fics #recs #gosh if i made typos then they're between me and god-- between commenting all of the fic and making memes and opening photoshop-- i am beat #cheeersss to y'all and GOOD NIGHT #or not to whoever is unwise enough to start reading this one at night :))))) #this one abo fic for real gets anakin more than most people who watched the prequels ersgethbs

[smilesrobotlover]

@skyward-floored has such an amazing fanfic called Castle Town wedding and I needed to draw the scene where Artemis and Warriors reunite 🥺🥺 I always wanted to do HW Zelink but I am so bad at drawing couples stuff. But they touched foreheads and I could totally do that. And Peggy is just such an incredible writer that I just really wanted to draw something involved with this fic. The link to the fic is here I highly suggest giving it a read cuz it’s so CUTE and so good!

#dirty and bloody princess with her pale and weak fiancé do makes wonderful couple #i love them #linked universe #linkeduniverse #zelink #fanfic fanart #PLEASE her fics are so GOOD read them #i love the way she writes Wind he’s just a fun little boy #gosh this fic is so good I can’t stop saying how good it is #cuz it’s SO GOOD

[imorphemi]

Hello hello I reread Alone Together, cried again, so I decided to redraw a part of it that I drew two years ago! Wow that was, that was a while back huh XD

Alone Together is an LU fic written by @fuckit-hero-of-trains and is probably my favorite LU fic. like. ever. gosh i adore this fic sm i highly recommend it if Four is your boy and even if he isnt >:)

#my art #arts #shining stars #linkeduniverse #four #lu four #gosh good thing i saved it as a draft first #i rambled too much in the tags that tumblr panicked #and messed them up lmao #anywas #love this fic #love it so much #gosh i love this fic #XD #i think my old art is #well it doesnt make me cringe to look at at least #haha #hey two years difference uwu

[hagnoart]

Okay - you are not ready for this fic by @oakenorcrist with art by @clankclunk

It’s soft, it’s cute, it’s Steddie as adults and we love to see it.

You can find the fic here and the art here

#stranger things #hagnoart #stranger things fanart #steddie #the fic is so good #i don’t even know how to explain it jksdjfsdkjf #but like read it! #and Meek’s art… gosh #eddie munson fics #eddie munson fanart #steve and eddie #steve x eddie #eddie stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington #stranger things art