#cells at work fanfic

[h0ped3lusion]

I'm kinda sad to be in small fandoms because of the lack of content.. especially fanfictions— I thrive on fanfictions—

#i'm mostly taking about my current obsessions #worldless #hyper light drifter #dead cells #worldless has like 4 fanfics #two of which are crossovers #i am not a fan of crossovers #hld has 160 fics #but I am very picky with what I read so I burn through them very quickly #dead cells has 138 fics tho i havent look through them much #i'm talking the amount of works of those fandoms on ao3 btw #ramble #long tags

[poepoe-thebunny]

Updated Master list 1.0

Alright everyone, here is my first master list with links to most of my AO3 fics and Tumblr Headcanons! I actually did this all on mobile since I don't have access to my laptop, so it might look a little wonky! But it works! I hope you all like it at least, thanks for reading!

X-Men Masterlist:

Scott/Logan:

The Little Vampire Masterlist:

Rudy/Tony:

Jaime Eyes/Bart Allen:

Supersons/Damian Wayne:

Cells At Work Masterlist:

U11446/Ae3803:

#Masterlist #Headcanons #fics #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #Cells at work #wbc x rbc #x men #x men movies #scogan #scott summers #cyclops #logan howlett #wolverine #dc comics #damian wayne #jon kent #jondami #the little vampire 3d #rudolf sackville bagg #tony thomson #rudony #jaime reyes #blue beetle #bart allen #impulse #bluepulse #young justice

[willinglyghoulified]

It's me, ya girl, here to bring you more updates on fallout fanfic bullshit ♥

So I've revitalized and transferred 17 chapters of my Fallout: New Vegas fanfic from Wattpad to AO3. So if anyone is interested in that one, the link to my profiles are below. (This one's my smutty one tho, just an fyi, because my courier's a selfish little heathen.)

Just a reminder, books 0, 1, and 2 of Fallout 4 have been fully transferred and are completed. Book 3 will come to AO3 after my FNV fic is complete because it's currently considered "on hold."

As a side note, my Solas x Lavellan fanfic from DA:I has also been transferred so, knock yourselves out. :) Thanks to all who have checked out my work so far, and thanks in advance to those who do in the future.

My Wattpad | My AO3

#honestly i'm so tired from work most of the time i wouldn't be able to write a NEW chapter if my life depended on it #mostly because i lack the brain cells after work because i'm constantly processing info and rushing around #but i have a vacation coming up soon so i'm excited for that #fanfic #fanfiction #update #wattpad #ao3 #fallout #fallout fandom #fallout new vegas #fallout 4 #dragon age inqusition #dragon age #sole survivor #courier six #john hancock #solas #inquisitor lavellan

[rabiesbites]

Some bodies with cancer do not win the battle. U-1146 is about to see this for himself, in a wild twist of events that forces him to reconsider his entire identity, that something about him was just slightly off.

[read the full fic here! first few paragraphs under the cut]

1146 sits with his back slumped against the cold, blue-hued glass of the containment tube he was held captive in. His dark eyes are a new kind of wide, and he clutches his wounded side with his hand. Deep red cytoplasm leaked through his fingers.

He could not feel his pain. No, not the pain of his body at least- but his emotional pain was very much real.

Laying on a bed of cancer were his friends and fellow immune cells, NK cell and Killer....no, Memory T cell. They were not moving. Not even a twitch of the fingers, or the rise and fall of their breathing. Their cytoplasm made a pool beneath them, and 1146 knew they were dead. Corpses.

He couldn't let himself cry, he thought, but his eyes still defiantly leaked tears as he pounded his hands against the glass. The cancer cell just laughed at his struggling.

"Why!?" 1146 screamed, anger bubbling up like boiling water. "Why do you have to do this!?"

"It's what I deserve! Consider it payback for the last time you put an end to me without a second thought! It's necessary to see my dream to fruition, after all!"

"But-"

"No buts, my friend! Look at how far my tumor is growing! And look at you. Defenseless. Don't you think your neutrophil pals will end up the same way? If I could take those guys down," he motions to the bodies with his hand, "then surely I can do it all again. Really, it was quite easy."

#cells at work #hataraku saibou #fanfiction #bad ending #alternate universe #u 1146 #oneshot #tw death #tw violence #tw mild gore #tw body horror #cells at work! #ao3 #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #anime fanfic

[savameh]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: はたらく細胞 | Hataraku Saibou | Cells at Work! (Anime), はたらく細胞 | Hataraku Saibou | Cells at Work! (Manga) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Red Blood Cell AE3803/White Blood Cell U-1146 (Hataraku Saibou) Characters: Red Blood Cell AE3803 (Hataraku Saibou), White Blood Cell U-1146 (Hataraku Saibou) Additional Tags: One Shot, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Hurt/Comfort, Pining, Idiots in Love Series: Part 1 of Flufftober 2023 Summary:

AE-3803 is falling in more ways than one.

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Kicking off Flufftober with some Cells at Work! Ironically as I post this I’m sick :(

#savameh writes #cells at work #hataraku saibou #u1146/ae3803 #wbc x rbc #u-1146 #ae-3803 #fanfic #fanfiction #archive of our own #ao3 #flufftober2023 #flufftober 2023

[foolishfoolsgold]

I give you the soundscape of the small i.

[Start ID: screenshot of a typed paragraph, reads: “The warehouse inside was bustling with busy enterocytes, droning background noise, and chaos. Rattling, clanking and shouting came from every direction; cells were working pallet jacks, cranes, all types of machines, and dumping boxes into conveyor belts. Pallets of nutrients and CO2 were actively being lined up along the capillary where red blood cells were coming to pick from them, and messy stacks of oxygen boxes were accumulating by the garage door. 80s' music could be heard from the lofty speakers when there were breaks in the noise.” End ID.]

#loud warning #hataraku saibou #cells at work #fanfic #elsewhere fic

[bluebird-writing]

The Town of Anywhere: Chapter 32 is now up!

Chapter Summary: Khonsu strikes a deal with Q, and Q pays visits to Picard and Janeway

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Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Star Trek: Deep Space 9, Star Trek: Voyager, Steven Universe, Homestuck, Hiveswap, Cells At Work, The Kane Chronicles

Chapters: 32/?

Rating: Teen and up

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Pairings: Many minor pairings, read the tags

Summary: “On the east coast of the US, there is a small town called Anywhere, where some of our favorite fictional characters keep washing up on the beach, often injured, with no memory of where they came from and who they are, the only clues to their past identities being the clothes they washed up in, their own names, and the strange feelings and dreams they occasionally have. Soon enough, they settle into their new life, but the questions still remain: who were they? And why are they here?”

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #the town of anywhere #avatar the last airbender #star trek the next generation #star trek deep space nine #star trek voyager #steven universe #homestuck #Hiveswap #cells at work #the kane chronicles

[archerdork]

if any of my fellow good omens peeps are like me and need some comfort content right now, I can wholeheartedly recommend the audio duologue comedy Double Acts, which coincidentally is written by John Finnemore who co-wrote Good Omens 2.

especially series 2 episode 5, Penguin Diplomacy. it has unlikely friendships, funny banter, convoluted bureaucracy and gay penguins. it’s also very easy to put on and view it through shipping glasses, if one is so inclined

i love it with my whole heart and it heals my soul

#john finnemore #john finnemore’s double acts #double acts #penguin diplomacy #good omens #good omen season 2 #me shoving john finnemore in everyone’s faces so they don’t forget he co-wrote Good Omens 2 #I listen to that episode several times a month I can almost quote the entire thing #there are six fanfics and they’re all shippy fandom share one brain cell #six fics is way too few writers do your thing I’m begging #you can get it free with audible free trail #dm me if you want some secret tricks for audible #im scared to talk about them in case audible change how it works but I also want people to know about it lol #shut up jonna #obviously I also recommend Cabin Pressure but more people know about that one already

[lilrainbowcloud]

its 7 in the morning people and i have to say

I GIVE NO PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE, COPY & PASTE, REPOST MY WORKS INTO ANY FORM AND IN ANY PLATFORMS.

thank you.

#nura is in🖋️ #you little kids needs to get your grimy little fingers off of fanfic writers' works #you can develop enough brain cells first then write your own #istg #i'll put noticed on my fics later on #this is too early in the morning for me to deal with

[razzek]

I waaaaant but even with a grant I'd still have to make about $2k appear out of nowhere. ;_;

#just blind things #I have the bare bones 20 cell version that you can only read on from the state talking book library #and I like it but 20 cells is kind of torturous #and I can't write on it or do anything else with it #braille #love how this kind of thing that's life changing for many of us #is completely out of reach when most of us are denied work #and these are priced with government and employment agencies only in mind instead of consumers #it's so bad people in other countries can't even get access they're just too expensive full stop #ironically people who read braille and have access to things like this have a much higher employment rate #it's a really shit catch 22 #I just miss writing dirty fanfic in the dark what can I say XD

[casuallivi]

TTYLTOYD chapter 3

Absence Makes the Heart Grow fonder Restless

This is kind of a continuation from my TTYLTOYD two-shot.  Actually, all my shots can be associated (except the au) so I'm thinking of multichapting it...

Set: post ACOSF, post Nessian’s Wedding.

Words: 3306

Part 3: Absence Makes the Heart Grow Restless

Going to Windhaven wasn’t how Azriel planned to start his day, especially when he could still feel the lump on his back from the stake out in Miann. The royalty residing in the heart of Hybern would present no concern to Prythian any time soon, since the remaining spawn of the former king were too busy trying to size his throne. The power had manifest itself in the 4th son, a spoiled youth who thrusted too much on the royal adviser, which made the conspirational first born livid. A civil war was brewing, and Azriel could already feel the headache of constant reports to be made in a near future.

It didn't help that he had been feeling uneasy in the last couple of days, an eerie sensation he couldn’t point the origin making him anxious and tense. His boots crunched the piled-up snow, the shadows scurrying away from the early mid-morning rays that did nothing to warm the frozen hell camp. It was no secret that Azriel despised to waste his time dealing with Illyria, the duty usually falling under Cassian jurisdiction, yet here he was, having every aspect of his patience tested by the hardhead war lord.

His eyes roamed around, cataloging the young males practicing different routines all over the camp. Stretching, working with weapons, with shields, flying, running laps, sparing in cockpits, all exhaling puffed breaths under the duress of a typical morning session. The females, however, were sweating for very different reasons. They ran around the camp like servants, polishing boots, mending uniforms, sharpening blades, moving weapons, removing snow from the courses, dressed in raged clothes that were a far cry from the especial leather uniforms provided by Rhys. His fist curled, a dark shadow coating his hand and swallowing the incandescent cobalt stone that flicked.

“The girls are not training.”

Devlon’s attention was fixed on a sparring, screaming inputs to the males. “Lift your shield boy! Lift that fucking shield and rotate! Godsdam, up, up, UP! That’s only 120 pounds! You can’t lift that, you get the fuck out of my pit and let someone with balls train!” He didn’t move his attention from them, didn’t thought he needed to. “The girls have chores to complete.”

“The High Lord was clear.” Azriel said.

His eyes turned to Azriel with disdain.

“This is my camp, boy. Not his.”

“The females train, or no one trains.” Azriel declared, his lack of expression leading others to believe he didn’t have the slightest ounce of interest in the matter.

Devlon snickered, unimpressed with the conversation that happened every other week.

The half-breed lord loved to send his bastards to meddle in his camp. The boys were talented in the battle field, Devlon wouldn’t deny that, they trained in his camp after all, and the half-breed even found a way to become a High Lord, kudos for him. But this was Illyria, not a playground for bored High Fae. Here they have lineage and culture and traditions. Despite Rhysand’s lineage being tarnished, Devlon was one of the few lords who would allow half-breeds and bastards in his camp. His reason was simple,

They were males.

They were males with illyrian blood running in their veins, even if it was washed down. And Illyrian males were born to have their wings spread, a blade in one hand, a shield on the other and a shot at proving themselves as the Mother intended. Females were a different story. As the Mother created the males for thriving in the battlefield, she also created the females for housing and breeding. He had stopped the clipping and allowed them in the camp to appease the prissy prince, but training was unnecessary for them. Imagine having them sharing the field with the real warriors in a daily basis? Bullshit. They would only slow the males down, tempt them, steal their focus to not even amount to good warriors in the end. Having functional wings was privilege enough. Illyrians were and will always be an elite warrior race, therefore mixing them with meek females was stupidity, Devlon knew that. The girls were much more useful like this, tending to the camp chores for the males to achieve their full potential like tradition dictated.

Tradition existed for a reason.

Tradition is fail-proof, timeless, universal.

Noting the shadowsinger’s blank stare still fixed at him, Devlon spat on the ground, the chewed tabaco sinking in the snow in front of Azriel’s boots. The shadowsinger said nothing. He did not move or react to the insult. His shadows were a different story. The devilish things swarmed like a hive of angry bees – dispersing everywhere – syphons flaring to life with the challenge, a cobalt aura engulfing the camp in a spam of seconds.

“What are you doing, boy?!!” he exclaimed with anger, eyes bloodshot red as he beheld his camp. Devlon could barely keep up with the mayhem that came next.

The work-out sounds stopped, replaced by shrieks and gasping and crashing. The racing track froze completely before erupting, chunks of stone flying off the floor. Panic and chaos spreading like a wild fire. With a symphony of screams, dozens of illyrians were falling from the sky, grunting and cursing as they hit barracks, trees, each other. Others had their running and sparing interrupted by the loss of balance, falling face flat on the ground when Azriel bounded every male in the perimeter, straps of shadow trapping a hundred pair of wings. More shrieks followed by whoever held a weapon, for they were now covered with a blue-hot halo, blazing like a new forged blade, burning the hands attached to the handles. More males fell on their knees, burring their hands in snow to sooth the burnings. The ones closest to Azriel ran with terrified faces, which wasn’t sufficient to escape the shadow-binding on their feet and wings. The males began to pair up, trying to free their wings with no success.

The females, who were untouched by magic or binds, stopped their chores to come together, watching the scene with a mix of shock and amusement, their giggles growing into laughter the more the more the males struggled. Azriel watched them for a moment. Their innocent glee reminding him of someone. She flashed in his mind. Her lightly tanned skin, the freckles across her nose, her piercing brown eyes and the radiant smile that had no business being directed at him. He blinked the memory away.

“What are you laughing at, girl?” the war-lord snapped at tthem. “Don’t just stand there, help them to unbid their wings, your brats! Move, move! You!” he pointed at Azriel, “Release my warriors now, shadowsinger!”

“The females train or no one trains.” he repeated with boredom, face blank as a white sheet.

The war lord was still cursing fiercely when the spymaster left, ignoring his tantrum and shadow-walking to the outer shield protecting the cabin. Azriel wasn’t Cassian, he had no patience to deal with the traditions of this forsaken mountain, if Devlon wanted to train his precious warriors, he could come and beg for it. He pushed the snow of his shoulder with irritation, Feyre’s paintings following his every step as he made way to the office. The space was crowded with paperwork, endless piles of new information waiting to be sorted by him. What a headache.

Azriel pinched the bridge of his nose trying to focus his thoughts.Tired. He was too tired to deal with that. When was the last time he slept? A shadow drift to the fresh report appearing on top the never-ending pile. ‘Read it. Read it.’ Another crooned in his ear.

“Not now.” He answered out loud, freeing the curtains to cover the window. Azriel paused, glancing at the elastic tie escaping from the cuff of his uniform, the yellow color bright and painful amidst the black of everything else. The adornment had become attached to his wrist since he had found her one too many times with her unbound hair clinging to her sweat face, getting in the way of her vision, his hands ably pulling the rebel strands in a pony tail. Now the unused hair tie mocked the intimacy he was no longer allow to display.

Azriel slouched on a chair and closed his eyes, groaning. There he was again, thinking of her.

Thinking of Elain.

His mind cooking an absurd amount of risqué ideas, indulging in plotting shading escapades.

It had been a while since he last heard her voice outside the echoes of his mind. Three weeks, four days and twenty-four hours. Since Cassian’s mating celebration, if one was counting. Which he wasn’t. Gods, he missed her. He missed the soothing atmosphere that only Elain’s presence could bring to him. Recently, Azriel had become quite accustomed to replay the memories of her, drowning in regret, wishing he had done different, martyrizing himself with the weight of cowardice. That’s what he was. A coward. A coward who hide behind his brother’s order to avoid the mess he created.

Azriel uncovered many secrets in his lifetime, but there was one that didn't matter how hard he tried, he could not unravel, and that was his relationship with Elain, his fondness, his desire, his obsession for the girl who rooted herself in his darkened heart. If he had a soul, it would be hers too. Azriel could not pinpoint exactly how they became friends. Worse, he could not define when the friendship became something more intimate either. How he went from numb to his surroundings, to obsessing over a twenty-five years old and her view of the world. She was breathtaking, there was no denying that, but beauty wasn’t the feature who made Elain Archeron so irresistible.

There was a fire inside her. A flame that burn bright and strong enticing him with every flicker. Elain played the demure persona quite well for someone with such strong opinions of the world. “People don’t really listen to me,” she told him once. “They look at me, and that’s it, my value is defined. That’s the only sense I can stimulate, vision. Like a curse.” He could relate to it better than he would like. Shackled to his appearance, to the horrendous scars on his hands, to the ever-present shadows draped over his body.

When Azriel saw the worst of what life had to offer he decided to be worse, to become the night that once symbolized his terrors, to be feared instead of afraid. When Elain saw the worst of what life had to offer she took a harsh blow, but she came back. As the light in her eyes began to shine again, her kindness bloomed in full, her positivity was contagious, her smiles infectious. There was no sensation that could rival being in the receiving end of her smiles. Understanding the bravery of her kindness was like a punch to his gut, making him gag, expelling, little by little, the foulness collected along centuries, allowing clear air to make way into his lungs. Azriel had never felt proud of anyone as he felt of Elain, and one day he simple caught himself longing for her. Her burning presence, her bright voice, her sunny smiles. Before he even realized it, her mere presence began to mold him anew, changing his habits, brightening his days.

When he could join her for breakfast, after being away for days, she would inquire every little detail of the cities he been to, filling him in with what he lost while away, and he didn’t have the heart to tell her he knew what was happening in Velaris no matter where he were because he like to sip his coffee listening to the melody of her. “No” was not a word in his vocabulary when Elain shyly invited him for her usual walks along the Sidra, both quiet in companion silence enjoying the late night breeze, or her twice-a-week visits to the food market, where his hands would relieve hers from anything he judged heavy –which was anything she bought.

Azriel had lost count of how many times he shamelessly brought his reports to the town house, one eye on the words stretching in the paper, another in Elain humming while working in the garden, shadows escaping from him to lurk near her, shading her when they judged her floppy hats were not enough. And how many times had they not slipped away in shadows after a chaotic family dinner? Leaving their loud family behind to watch plays and recitals, attend a festival she had interest in knowing, her curious mind working furiously to ask him about fae customs, Azriel patiently explaining everything she desired to know, nights ending in cozy flights across the coast, dancing and drinking and laughter.

Being with Elain was easy, simple as breathing. Then things changed. In a slip of his tongue, Azriel flirted with her, and to his absolute delight and horror, Elain flirted back. And continued to do so. Her pink stained cheeks, the eyes that followed him everywhere, the subtle touches and brushes. Azriel knew why she was acting like that, cautious of the others noticing their interactions, careful of the gods-dammed bond that was always mention to her. The bond he didn’t give a fuck about. Their clandestine interactions grow bolder, his lust grow out of control, and it became impossible to be near her without barely stopping himself to worship every inch of her body. An spirit Elain seemed to appreciate.

Until he fucked it all up.

‘Master! Wake up!’

Azriel was brought from his reverie by an insistent shadow puling his eyelids, demanding his attention. Snarling, he tried to chase it away.  

‘Wake up, master. Read it, read it!’ It crooned in his ear.

A report materialized on his lap. With a sigh he surrendered, his eyes scanning the letter once, twice, before crunching the paper, his face finally exposing a feeling:

Anger.

“Fuck.”

.

.

.

Elain’s scent was scant, no longer bleeding out the walls and furniture, perfuming every corner of the house as it did once. The place was quiet, lifeless without her running around, indulging Nyx’s caprices while Feyre taught her classes. The River House was not as bright as it once was. At least, not for him. Azriel stood in the farther corner of the office, arms crossed, face blank, shadow vexing out and about, veiling his frame in such dark mist his brother could barely see his body.

"You cannot release them from duty, Rhysand."

Azriel gave his brother an icy stare.  Unbelievable. Did Rhys honestly believed he could control Azriel now because he was staying away from Elain? Control his spies? He wanted to laugh. The only reason he was following the idiotic command was his oath, his loyalty binding him to the High Lord’s command. Truth be told, the order alone was not strong enough to keep him from seeing Elain, the order could be interpreted in many ways, ways that allowed him to breach it. It was a simple game of literal meaning and loophole and telling Rhys to fuck himself. The only reason he had entertained his brother so far was because of Elain, he had hurt her deeply that night, broke her trust. Sometimes sleep would not come to him when the memory of her sad eyes did. Azriel didn’t know how to turn back, to fix his stupid mistake. He should had kissed her and to hell with it.

Rhys flicked an invisible fleck of dust from his shoulder. "I have no use for those who don't follow my orders."

"They are my spies. Not yours. Mine."

He almost laughed at the irony of the words so similar to the ones Devlon spat at him earlier. His brother glared at him.

"And you are my spymaster. Serving in my court."

Azriel was fuming. First his brother interfered in his relation with Elain, now he tried to fire the twins because they refused to spy on her, making Azriel realize that Rhys was really growing old, old and insane! Thinking too high of himself. Drunk on power.

Azriel followed a set of rules in his life, not fully trusting High Lords being one of them, way high on the list. The problem was he didn’t think his brother would be in the middle of the untrustworthy. His mistake. He should have known better than trust family.

"You're not sovereign.” Azriel scoffed. “I serve a High Lady. Shall I petition to her? Ask for an audience and deliver my worries in letterhead? Maybe just come to family dinner will do the trick."

"You think you're funny?"

"I think you are a dick." shadows coated his knuckles, sliding between his hands, squeezing. "They are allowed to refuse a mission that involves personal targets."

"Will you report in their place, then?”

“Fuck you!” The words were angry, harsh, siphons atop of his hands flared, the shelfs rattled. Rhys merely shrugged.

"I can forget this incident if you take their place. I need someone I can trust on this. Someone who cannot be bribed."

"Why would she bribe your measly roaches?"

"Not her. Someone more intimidating. Someone interest in keeping her business private."

"She has the right to her privacy."

"Not if she put my court in danger. She doesn't."

"Do you hear yourself?"

"I do. My problem is that you don't listen to me."

Azriel tried to keep calm, be reasonable, keep Rhys calm, away from the madness eating his brain. When did his brother turned into an asshole? Azriel took a deep breath, fighting to keep his shadows in check, feeling the fucking Shadowsinger clawing to be free and challenge his brother, wipe the idiotic fake smile from his face.

"All of this because she is moving out? Really, Ryshand?” His brother relaxed further on the chair, crossing his hands. "You only have one child, a male one. If you have so much fucking free time to be thinking bullshit, think about him, and leave Elain alone, let her live her life.”

Azriel whirled around, crunching the doorknob under his flaring palm, almost pulling the door out of the hinges. He would not shadow-walk away like a little boy throwing a tantrum. He would leave by the door and spit in Rhys’ doorsteps on the way out, like a grown male.

"What of you Az. Are you leaving her alone?"

He stopped.

"That's what you asked me to do, isn't it? No. You ordered me to do it."

"You think I don't know why she is moving out? Dare I say, for who."

"Elain is her own woman, her life doesn't revolve around anyone but herself."

"You expect me to believe that Elain moving out have nothing to do with you trying to sneak her out on Cassian’s mating party?"

Azriel huffed, shadows dispersing in the room. "The tales are true, then, is never late to learn something. I, for instance, am learning that having I child means your brain pass on to the next generation."

His brother sighed.

"Az,"

"Rhysand." He scorned. "Let her be. Let her live her life. Elain is not your nanny."

Rhys adjusted himself, shaken.

"I'm never said that."

"You didn't have too. Did you think she stayed in this house to nurse your child forever? She saw her sister die, she stayed behind for her, to nurse her back to health, to make sure Nyx was okay, watch his mother be back on her feet. She’s back."

"Are you her messenger now?"

"If Elain has a message for you, she will relay herself. In the meantime; Leave. Her. Alone. Or I will make you."

"Are you threatening me? My own brother?"

"I don’t make threats. As my brother, you should already know that." He slammed the door on his way out.

#elriel fanfic #elriel #elain archeron #azriel #elain x azriel #elain and azriel #rhysand #nuala and cerridwen #fucking devlon #TTYLTOYD #my writing #i tried to be my best misogynistic self to birth devlon #did it work? #being in his head is exauting for my brain cells #my eyes rolled so far back they are yet to return #enjoy :D #no more tags in my mind

[devintrinidad]

.

Someone please tell me why someone is going through all my Akudama Drive, Hetalia, and Cells at Work stuff just to post meaningless links? I’ve had a bad day and I was so excited to open up my emails only to be bombarded by… this.

I don’t even have the energy to go through my stories individually just to delete them. It’s too many and I feel like that this person… bot? Thing? Is going through most of my archive.

#fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #hetalia #Akudama drive #cells at work #why would someone do this #geeze #it would be fine if it was like one but this is over 50+ fics #is it a bot??? #I have no idea #going through an existential crisis and a depressive phase right now #and I don’t need this on my plate #I’m so close to losing it #I’m tired and done

[bear-cubs-art-things]

I have... another msm au idea....

But THIS one has human(ish)ized monster anthromorphs AND MAGIC!!!! AND NEW CHARACTERS!!!!!

Its called Musical Mages (or just Mages ig-) AU and this au I wanna write a story for :D

#I GOT IDEAS #AND THIS IS ROTTING MY BRAIN CELLS #HMMNNNGGGG #anyways. as you were. #bear rambles #msm au #and before you ask no I'm not gonna forget my other content #and yes I'm gonna work on the young!zechariah fanfic eventually 😭

[reicchel]

why the fuck do dendritic cells seem like they do nothing they should be spreading wanted flyers to lymphocytes

(not even gonna say that erythrocytes and platelets aren't really cells but I'll let that slip bc the platelets are cute as hell)

#started watching cells at work #...bc I'm reading a crossover fanfic. i need graphic references okay #is it even fun for an immunologist to watch this or will i complain too much

[killerkds1o1]

•••𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐅𝐢𝐜’𝐬•••

•••𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐲𝐩𝐞’𝐬 𝐈 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭•••

-𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚 -𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 -𝐂𝐞𝐥𝐥’𝐬 𝐀𝐭 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤 -𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐊 -𝐒𝐩𝐲 𝐱 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 -𝐌𝐲 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚 -𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐧 -𝐃𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 -𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 -𝐏𝐨𝐤𝐞́𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 & 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

•••𝐈𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐈𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐃𝐌 𝐌𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐈𝐭•••

•••𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭••• -𝐒𝐅𝐖 (𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤) -𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 (𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤) 𝐏.𝐒 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐎𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐲. -𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐈 𝐇𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 <𝟑𝟑𝟑) -𝐂𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐈 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐆𝐮𝐲𝐬 <𝟑𝟑𝟑)

-𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐂 𝐎𝐧𝐞’𝐬!!

•••𝐈𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐈𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐎𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐃𝐌 𝐌𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐈𝐭•••

•••𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭••• -𝐀𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞 -𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟

•••𝑺𝒐 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝑨𝒍𝒔𝒐 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝑾𝒂𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝑸𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑺𝒐 𝑰’𝒎 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈!!~•••

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[dearestones]

Blog/Masterlist Update!!!

Hey, Devin here!

After having this blog for a year or so, I finally learned how to make different pages for the masterlists! You can find the different masterlists on my pinned post (alongside the original google docs masterlist).

I’ll keep the google docs page updated as always in case you want to see the full page, but if you want to stay on tumblr and see the different fandoms represented on different pages, you can do that!

I will warn you, there are some links that may redirect you to the wrong page. Editing on tumblr desktop has its weird downsides and that just so happens to be one of them. Anyway, I’ll be cleaning up the links over the next few days, but please tell me if links are broken or wrong. I’ll try my best to fix them!

I’ll also warn you that the masterlists are simple as the rest of the blog. I’m not sure if I’ll add art or anything, but I think I’ll leave it as is. It just fits the rest of the minimalist (lazy) aesthetic, hahaha.

Thank you so much for your continued support!

PS, At the end of fics, I’ll just link the masterlist for the fandom I wrote for on that particularly fic. (For example: If I have written something for Marble Hornets, I will only link the masterlist for MH content). If you want the original full fandom masterlist (the google docs version) or check out my other fandoms, you will have to check my pinned post.

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