#dear fellow fanfic writers

[avocado-writing]

Hello fellow nonbinary fanfic writer!! I love your stuff (it's low-key inspired me to get back into writing ngl) and I was wondering if I could request some Aziraphale loving? Either SFW or NSFW is okay, though I'd absolutely love to see a peek at a soft gentle dom Zira. Whatever inspires you, my friend!

notes: hey fellow enby fic writer (same hat!) It’s truly the biggest compliment I can get to see those words. Im so happy that my silly little scribbles have inspired you 💕

pairing: aziraphale x gn!reader

rating: E, very Nsft. minors DNI

“Come on, darling.”

His voice is so gentle, so loving. Like you’re the only thing at the centre of the entire world. 

To win the heart of an angel is a very precious thing indeed. 

Aziraphale rocks his hips further into you and you whine. You’re already sore from two orgasms, one he brought you with his hands, the other with his mouth. He’s such a giving lover. It’s always about you; but, then again, you know how much he enjoys watching you receiving pleasure—it’s a vice for him. His favourite addiction is the image of you coming on his cock. 

“Please, I can’t…” you whisper, voice a reedy little mewl as he pulls out to the tip then gently presses all the way back in. He hums contentedly to himself as his cheeks grow rosy. 

“You can, my dear. One more for me. Just one more.”

You reach up to paw pathetically at the beautiful fair hair on his chest. He’s so soft. Everything about him is wonderfully soft, from his dreamy eyes to the intoxicating rolls of his body. He threads his fingers through yours and begins fucking you shallowly, tiny little thrusts, just enough not to hurt your little abused hole. 

No, abused is the wrong word. That means something about this isn’t gentle. It’s always gentle, but there’s never wiggle room. If you’re told by him you’re coming again, you are coming again, and he’ll guide you the whole way. 

His free hand reaches down to stroke you, feather-light touches, that spot between your legs that makes you go wild. And you give into it, into him, and find your release again. 

“There we go, my darling.”

Your breath hitches as your orgasm rolls over you, and you lock your legs behind his back. You feel him ride you through it and release inside you, his eyes rolling back into his head at the feeling of you clenching around him. 

You sprawl out on the bed, up in the clouds with the feeling of it all. Aziraphale reaches over to kiss at your neck, careful open-mouthed things, and you wrap your arms around him too. He doesn’t pull out of you, instead letting himself soften and remain as one. 

“I love you, angel.”

“I love you too, my heart.”

-

Taglist: @angiestopit @dazed-soul @idontmeanto @smile-eywa @staygoldsquatchling02 @underratedboogeyman @cool-ontherun-world @emilynissangtr

#Aziraphale x reader #Michael sheen x reader #good omens x reader #Request

[beesinspades]

TRIGUN FIC REC LIST (FOR FANFIC WRITERS APPRECIATION DAY 2023)

For years I haven’t been able to participate much because I barely read any fics anymore, but Trigun has definitely changed that, so here it is! A rec list of every fic I’ve enjoyed so far! I have terrible memory and not enough brain power to leave a note about each one, but I put a ♡ next to every fic I particularly loved! They're all rated G or T, but five of them are rated M (mainly for violence and canon-typical heavy topics). A lot (I mean. a lot.) of them have a Hurt/Comfort tag. Most are Vashwood BUT there are 10+ Gen fics and a couple of Mashwood ones as well :3 Please note some of the fics in this list are not spoiler-free!

VASHWOOD

♡ tell me why your hands are cold (show me how) by desertblooms

Beelio’s comment: the first Trigun fic I ever read, so of course it’s a lil’ bit special to me!

♡ terrors don't prey on innocent victims by procrastinatingbookworm

♡ Heavy Weight by eshtaresht

Beelio’s comment: I only read the Wolfwood POV chapter. As the first ace Vash(wood) I read besides mine, it made me really happy!

The Problem with Making Friends by sad_ghost_kid

half your life you've been hooked on death by procrastinatingbookworm

♡ stars by the pocketful by the_13th_battalion

Beelio’s comment: gave me cavities and i said thank you

♡ a phantom's reverence by bricus27

Beelio’s comment: another one of my favorites!

♡ heaven's grief brings hell's rain by JazzRaft

say it's such a fault by procrastinatingbookworm

A Ship and his Anchor by DerringerMeryl

lazarus wept by Bioluminescent

shepherd my flock by Bioluminescent

Beelio's comment: a really cool concept with Wolfwood as a church grim!

♡ a spark of hope is what i'm after by IceEckos12 

work song by AllegedlyAnnie

♡ Breezeblocks by caffeinefire

two eggs, over easy by AllegedlyAnnie

Beelio’s comment: this one is just so funny. trust me. 

dear star and spring bud, my preachers by elemmacil

"Love nourishes, like the rain. We turn the hills green and fill the creeks so they will sing in their creekbeds." by selcouth_raw 

♡♡♡ water bucket blues by fathomfive

Beelio’s comment: literally begging you to read this. good god. I never read first person pov fics AND YET. probably my favorite Trigun fic!

safeguard by the_13th_battalion

in a phrase to cut these lips by gorgongorgeous

Of Nick and Nicholas Names by theMusicmaniac

♡ under the bloody moonlight by spinoffprotagonist

Even Angels Deserve Guardians by glaivenoct

♡ scattered feathers, shattered glass by SpiritusRex

MASHWOOD

and i'll love the littler things by procrastinatingbookworm

To Touch You by hypermoyashi

GEN

The Sobs of a Bear and the Tears of an Angel by loveandpeanus

♡ How Judas Earned His Name by BrownieFox

♡ nobody said it was easy by procrastinatingbookworm

Beelio’s comment: this gorgeous post-trimax fic made me cry which is a feat in itself

♡ if only there was some way to ease the pain by SpiritusRex

the river brings you home by tissuebocks

♡ For the world that we leave, not the world that we found by RedWritingHood

I wanna feel like the work had some meaning by RedWritingHood

Season of the Witch by tragic_unpaired_electron

What Was Taken, What Was Restored (series) by Anxiety_Elemental

♡ If You Had Not Have Fallen by aboxthecolourofheartache

♡ YOU ARE HERE; or, How to Get Lost in the Desert Without Really Dying by fathomfive

Start here by AsterAspera

Now everyone knows about my tastes in fanfiction. If you read any of them, please leave a nice comment for the author if you can, I'm sure you'll make their day! 💜 Happy Fanfic Writers Appreciation Day to my fellow fic writers! Thank you for feeding me (us) so well.

#trigun #trigun fanfiction #vashwood #fanfic writers appreciation day #fic rec #maybe next year I'll consider myself good enough at art to draw fanart for my favorites....Who Knows

[susililys]

MY SHIKATEMA FANFIC RECS MASTERLIST PART 1

As someone who has been reading ShikaTema fanfiction for 18+ years, and who to this day reads it on a daily basis, I realized that I should probably make a fanfic recommendation post. I hope this is helpful to my fellow ShikaTema fans. I have read all of these multiple times over the years. I’ll be organizing them mostly based on setting/arc. Bold titles mean they are my all time favorites. I will place an M for Mature or any Explicit fics. I will be updating this list in the future, as I find more fics that I've might've missed in my favorites while writing this first draft, or as new fics are uploaded. Also can I just say how I can’t believe that I randomly decided to work on this throughout Shikamaru and Shikadai’s birthday?

Part 1 will include fics set during Naruto up to the Blank Period (when they were dating).

Part 2 will include a continuation of the Blank Period up to their marriage, as well as some Post Chapter 700 recs.

Part 3 will include a continuation of Post Chapter 700 recs, as well as AU's, Canon Divergent's etc.

Naruto / Naruto Shippuden / Post War / Canon Divergent

Arranged by: PSITeleport INCOMPLETE One of my all time favorites growing up.

Dear Kishimoto, You Can Bite Me by: PSITeleport ONESHOT I think about this one often!

Picture in the wallet- The Misadventure of Shiho by: XxPinkPeachesxX ONESHOT This one is such a fun one that I always find myself going back to.

On the Eve of War by: Cinder_Rose M | ONESHOT First time smut, before going to war, it's beautiful.

Self-preservation in a Teeny Tiny Fire Red Bikini by: mississippimudpiecraves M | ONESHOT Shikamaru and Temari are sent on a undercover mission that has them come to term with their feelings for one another.

A Grand Exception by: mississippimudpiecraves ONESHOT Shikamaru has to escort another girl throughout Konoha who keeps flirting with him, Temari, Ino, Chouji and Sakura follow. So good!

Perseverance by: mississippimudpiecraves ONESHOT This writer has so many good fics, I love this one regarding Temari coming to term with her feelings after the war.

Mistakes by: scavengerscab ONESHOT A masterpiece, Shikamaru has to think fast to protect Temari.

Sand By: TaintedMoonlight ONESHOT Short and cute confession fic.

Recent Photo by: PSITeleport ONESHOT Shikamaru writes a letter to Temari requesting a filled out form with a recent photo of herself as Chuunin examiner and it ends up with some cute back and forth flirting.

Catch22 by: Lotos-Eater COMPLETE Shikamaru needs to find a way to be with Temari even though they are from different villages.

Three Days by: Lotos-Eater M | ONESHOT Classic for a reason

Liar, Liar by: TaintedMoonlight ONESHOT Shikamaru gets injured on a mission and Temari must come to terms with her feelings.

Broken Promises by: loknnica ONESHOT Shikamaru finds out Temari is considering an arranged marriage and goes to Suna to put a stop to it.

The Secret is Out by: SpicedGold ONESHOT Implied ShikaTema, it's good fun.

Sidekick by: hiccupfound M | ONESHOT Can never have enough smut.

Laid Bare by: InnocentDumpling ONESHOT Post war smut.

Unmask Yourself by Image13 M | INCOMPLETE Post war, this includes some other ships that I'm not really fond of, but the ShikaTema in it is worth it.

Mr. and Miss Communication by: chaosnojutsu ONESHOT Cute miscommunication concerning Shikamaru and Mirai.

You're The Reason by: InnocentDumpling ONESHOT Post war confessions in the rain. Super sweet.

Perfume by: sentpri ONESHOT Pre war love confessions, fluff.

Gravity by: SangriaKisses ONESHOT First kiss during the war.

Bewitched by: loknnica ONESHOT Post war, Shikamaru finally confesses as they work.

Interrogation by: mississippimudpiecraves ONESHOT Yoshino comes across ShikaTema having a meal, great interactions.

Inside the Black Ant by: Troublesome Shikamaru Fan ONESHOT This one is a good time, Kankuro the meddling brother.

Together in Solitude by: SunnyD545 ONESHOT Loved this exchange!

A Little Cup of Tea by: dentsucree ONESHOT Post war, navigating feelings.

We're In This by: OstaraNight COMPLETE The feels, ST on a dangerous mission, Shikamaru asks Temari to leave him behind.

I Kind Of Might Love You by: heimai ONESHOT You don’t know how badly I love this little interaction.

A Moment by: drowninglinguists ONESHOT How Temari changed her hairstyle. I get butterflies reading this.

Overture by: Umayar ONESHOT This was a fun read, Shikamaru proposes in a cave.

Something to Prove by: Desbelleschoses COMPLETE Very nice multi-chaptered fic with a sequel (incomplete) that follows a canon divergent way on how ST got together.

It's All in Your Head by: heimai M | COMPLETE Fun fic that includes Shikamaru having naughty dreams about Temari..

Blank Period / Dating / Shinobi Union

Hotel Rooms by ArmchairAnthropologist COMPLETE One of my all time favorite fics, I read this once a day for clear skin, no but really I love it! Shikamaru trying to keep things professional, but Temari enjoys making it hard to keep appearances up.

Going in Blind by: SangriaKisses ONESHOT Can't describe how many times I've read this fic, coming to terms with feelings, confessions, due to Ino setting up Shikamaru on a blind date.

The Suite by: ladykatsuyu M | COMPLETE One of my favorite fics when it comes to good Shinobi Union period smut, not marked as completed, but only a bonus chapter is missing.

Allied Shinobi Chronicles, Story 1: Mission to Amegakure by: ladykatsuyu M | INCOMPLETE Wish this was complete because it is way too good! Warning, this does include other Naruto ships.

Poison by: ArmchairAnthropologist ONESHOT Temari gets poisoned which leads to a sweet proposition from Shikamaru.

Checkmate by silverkunai ONESHOT This is way too cute, Temari beats Shikamaru in Shogi.

Afternoon Delight by: SangriaKisses M | ONESHOT Some very good Hokage office smut.

delectable dares by: eeveleon ONESHOT Cute little oneshot involving pocky.

Label by: pieceofmind22 ONESHOT

Spring Rain Shower by: KiaraShell ONESHOT Shikamaru and Temari share a cute moment discussing their relationship status after Naruto and Hinata's wedding.

Sick Days by: Knifez COMPLETE Shikamaru goes to visit a sick Temari in Suna, in their early days of datings after Naruto and Hinata's wedding.

Mirror Mirror On The Wall by: SpellCasterLight M | ONESHOT Smut with feelings.

Pushy and Loud and Brave and Proud by: bluecatcups M | COMPLETE Temari centric, throughout her life and relationship with Shikamaru.

Of Firsts... by: cielo2018 M | COMPLETE Really incredibly well written fic that covers their relationship up till their marriage.

Clouded by: orphan_account ONESHOT Shikamaru and Temari go on their first real date fluff.

Questions by: SpicedGold ONESHOT Shikamaru gets asked questions regarding his relationship with Temari. Not sure if this is Blank Period, but it's cute.

Warmth and Wind Chimes by: Lost (Legendaerie) M | ONESHOT Too sweet and shows the progression of their relationship through Temari’s memories.

The Comparisons of Thump by: virgolinguist ONESHOT Aaaaa I think about this one all the time!

A Prickly Pair by: Endoh (xoxoEndoh) COMPLETE? This one was a lot of fun!

Six Points by: Comatosejoy M | ONESHOT Another fun one!

Dating Temari by: seor1324333 ONESHOT Sweet little interaction.

#ShikaTema #shikamaru x temari #shikamaru nara #temari #subaku no temari #ShikaTema Fanfic Recs #Fanfic Recs #ShikaTema Fanfiction #Nara Shikamaru Fanfiction #Nara Family #Nara Temari #Naruto Fanfiction Recs #ShikaTema Fanfiction Recs #ShikaTema Fanfics

[beloved-blaiddyd]

“You might've heard of me as a textbook writer on Tome Mastery: A Guide To Advanced Reason Spells. As you might have guessed, I'm also a Blue Lions alumna... That, and I am the current chairperson of the Department of Reason Magic— so I'm plently capable to guide you around the Officer's Academy!"

"Sorry, I'm newly promoted. I nearly forgot that I'm no longer just a professor.”

“But before that, I need to know a few things... You must be...”

18+ years of age. [Minors: Do Not Interact];

And respectful of different ethnicities and other walks of life [Racists/Homophobes: Do Not Interact]

“... to enter and read its contents. I can't guarantee your safety otherwise. Oh, and I'm a rather busy woman, and I don't tolerate nonsense either. Perhaps it comes from being a tactician in the last war. If you have any questions, send a letter. I'll accept inquiries about..."

Greetings and other formalities;

Profile analysis [character brainrots/fic ideas];

and news updates & relevant fun facts about the library to share [irl and fandom related]

“However, I will promptly BURN your letter if it involves...”

Carnal desires [NSFW thirst asks. I'm ace and uninterested in matters of the flesh. Please send that to another fellow fan instead.];

and childish and irrelevant content [copypastas and overall spam is not tolerated.]

“That is all. If you believe I'm rather strict, that stems from years of experience handling groups of people. Failing to lay down groundwork tend to incite attacks on boundaries among members.”

“... Three thousand five hundred men have died because of this on the Fodlan Wars. Let's not repeat those mistakes.”

How to send asks...

For anons: please make up a realistic fake name. It's for the sake of the theme. Example:

Dear Brynlee,

I can't stop brainrotting about Zhongli like what if he's a prince- prince au zhongli with princess consort reader go brrrrrrr like wtf i can't stop thinking about morax girl i need help

Ms. Sophia Pendragon

I won't entertain "can I be 🗣️ anon" asks. This will let me know if an anon read the rules. Plus, I prefer using names rather than scrambling to find emojis instead. I quit my old one despite being a decently "successful" blog because anons do not respect personal boundaries on my asexuality despite it being explicitly written down. This is just an act of self-preservation.

When sending asks please note that this blog is following Three Houses' worldbuilding. Claiming to be a God or some Diety in the asks will certainly follow confused responses as majority of the cast believes only in Sothis. Modern inventions will likely confuse "Brynn" as well. That is all!

P.S: if you wish to talk to me as a creator, address me as Beloved/B rather than Brynn so I know when to break character. Ty!

Anon List...

Riley H. Goodheart

Steven Sterling

Bremen

Lia Tostyava

Reli

Crow

How the blog tags posts...

$ ooc: out of character/setting ramblings (casual talk)

$ brynn's manuscripts: for writing

$ brynn's papers: for art

$ support conversations: for ramblings and general interactions, both fictional and otherwise.

$ A-Support = _____: for mutuals/characters

$ C-Support = Mx. ____: for anons/new friends

$ S-Support = ____: for (romantic) self-ships...

- Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd

- Dainsleif

- Oda Sakunosuke

- Gepard Landau

$ auxiliary missions: ask games or participated events

$ abyss revisited: in-case-you-missed-it reblogs

$ traded tomes: fanfic recommendations

$ traded papers: fanart recommendations

$ traded news: important irl news or other fandom related posts

#$ table of contents #$ about the author == true #$ rules and regulations == true

[aceofwhump]

Dear Ace,

I need some advice. I’ve been a whump lover for as long as I can remember and I’ve been lurking around this community for some time now but I’m still having some trouble with feeling the need to hide my love of whump. I like to write but hardly ever do because all my ideas center heavily around physical whump scenarios. I have the hardest time putting pen to paper because once I do, it’s out there….and what if someone accidentally reads it and realizes how dark my mind is?!?

Intellectually I know that’s ridiculous. I live alone and the chances of someone accidentally stumbling over my writing are practically zero and even if they somehow do, it’s a creative outlet right?

But I still can’t seem to manage actually writing any of it down.

Any words of wisdom about how to get over this hold up and be able to write the stories in my head? Thanks in advanced.

Signed,

Anxious Writer.

Hi nonny <3 Sorry for my slow response.

What you feel is incredibly common amongst the whump community. Incredibly common. You are not alone in these feelings. And just like you're not alone in feeling weird or uncomfortable about your love of whump you're also not alone in loving whump. There's sooooo many of us here with you and you are welcome in this community. Your work would be welcomed in this space. It really helped me finding out that there are sooo many people out there who love the same kind of stuff I do. So know you're not alone.

It took me a while to become comfortable with sharing my writing and my rambles and general love of whump as well. One thing that helped me is knowing I sharing it in a loving space of fellow whump lovers. So I made sure to tag it so that other whump lovers found it and that non whump lovers who have the tag blocked won't see it. Tagging is a really great way to get your work into the right fandom spaces (both with AO3 and tumblr).

I also share the fear that someone I know will find my writing. My mom especially can NEVER find it because she will not understand it at all. So when I do write I make sure I'm doing in the safety and seclusion of my bedroom where no one can see my computer screen. I don't write when I'm in the same room as my family. Not unless I'm 100% sure they can't see my screen. So another piece of advice I can offer is to create a secluded space for yourself where you can write without worry that someone will see it. I don't know if that's the best advice but it's something that makes me feel more comfortable when I write whump. My sister knows I write whump fanfics just like I know she writes smut but we've made an agreement to never go seeking each others profiles or reading each others fics. Just for our own comfort levels. We don't judge each other but knowing the other wont see what our minds come up with makes us feel better.

And I know it's hard to get over the hump of thinking what you want to write is dark and bad but I promise it is not bad to want to write whump. Tons and tons of people write whump. And not just the hundreds aof fanfic writers either! Look at the stuff written by Stephen King or Mike Flanagan. They're praised for their whump writing.

Another piece of advice I can offer that helped me start to share my work is to create a blog/space made specifically for your whump. As soon as I made this blog I immediately felt more at ease sharing my love of whump because I knew I could keep it separate from my real life and keep it as anonymous as I'd like. If you'd like you could create a whump sideblog and post your work there. Try with something small like a drabble in answer to a prompt post. I did that. I wrote a short little thing that fit a prompt post I liked and i got such a nice response from the community it made me feel more confident with sharing more of my writing. Is there a prompt you've seen that gave some inspiration? Go ahead and try sharing your response! See how it feels!

I hope something here helps you nonny. I know it can be hard but we'd love to read your work! Everyone has something unique to offer and teh more whump the better! This community is really nice and we'd love to have you <3

#mod replies #ask #anon #whump community

[satoruin]

year’s end thank you post!

when i started this blog i didn’t really think much of it because all i wanted was to write fanfic but i’ve made lots of friends and it’s become a happy place :) thank you guys for 1.5K followers even though i seldom put out fics and i’m bad at interacting but i’m thankful for it all and i wish all of you the very best for the year :))

to my faithful followers: there’s a few of you i recognize that like many of my posts and i know it’s a banger post when y’all reblog and i smile seeing you in my notifs when no one else is thank you for giving me my hits of serotonin

to my moots that i may have missed: i’m so sorry if i did but it doesn’t make me love you any less! i am just bad of keeping track of who’s not active or moved or whatever else but still i wish you the very best and hope we interact more in the new year!

to my mootie patooties:

@mocha-bunbun : mocha darling i love you so very much/p you’ve been an amazing moot and friend and i love the support you give me and i hope the new year treats you well!!!

@tiredsleep : tired! i love you very much and you always helpe bounce around fic ideas and i really do have a satoru fic in the works so hope the new year treats us well and brings our blue eyed babygirl back to us. hugs and love going into the new year for you

@kazemiya: KAZE MY LOVE! you always liked my silly rant posts on my sideblog and i appreciate it! i also love love love interacting with you when you’re active and i hope that we can talk more! i hope all of your tests and studies have gone well and will continue to go well :) lots of love for you and have an amazing year

@verxsyon: VERA!! i think you’re one of my first moots and you’re from my very old blog and we did hq together (which movie in feb??) you’re the driving force behind my star rail love and dan heng series so thank you for being an amazing writer and giving me inspo!!! i love you and hope we have more opportunities to talk :) wishing you a happy new year <3

@2018-01-20: BOO my babygirl and my fellow dan heng simp. you’re so amazing and i eat everything you put out. ik you’re not very active but i sincerely love every time we interact and i just love you <3 hoping for more dan heng screen time and a happy and prosperous year for you!

@m1shapanda: MISHA !!! we became mooties this year and you introduced me to code geass and your art <3 you’re so fun to talk to and i really enjoy seeing you on dash! i wish you no achy joints and lots of inspiration for the new year!

@yuan4i: ài !!! you’re genuinely one of the nicest people i’ve ever interacted with and your smaus never fail to give me a smile :) i’m so glad we’re mooties and i hope you have a superb new year

@kkomaism: even though i am def not caught up with orv you did inspire my sick binge of it. though we don’t interact nearly as much as i’d like and we’re not really in the same fandoms anymore i still do love all the moments we do ! hoping you have all the inspiration to write your fics and have a happy new year :)

@solaaresque: REZE!! i think you’re so amazing and i love love love your writing and though it’s been too long since i’ve logged into enstars they remain near and dear to my heart because of you <3 i just love you lots !! please have the best year babes!

@cottonfluffs: AUNI DEAREST! i still remember the ask you first sent when you introduced yourself and ever since then we have been friends! i really really like talking to you and reading your works and though you’ve moved blogs i’m still enamored by your fics every time. have an amazing year babe and hope to talk to you more!

@sea-of-dandelions: your sigskk blog is my source of bsd content since i don’t really go looking for it and i love seeing you in my notifs when i make posts and it makes me feel like ive made a good offering. happy new year and lots of happiness!

@callilouv: i could not believe the notif i got when you followed me and i still can’t like ur very famous to me. i love love love your art and i await any and all art you’ll put out this upcoming year. please take care of yourself and have a happy new year !

@igumie: mai! ik you haven’t been active in a while so i do hope this reaches you. i love all your fics and quite literally all of your blog! you’re ridiculously amazing and i hope the new year treats you well

@so2uv: my ayato truther! sol i love being your moot and reading all your fics on your writing blog! e2l academic rivals ayato rattles around in my brain a lot. i also forgot you were a twst fan but i am more than happy to send you mal thoughts anytime esp with book 7 in the process of coming out ! i believe in your academic weapon powers and hope you continue to do well in this new year! send lots of hugs your way!

#[☾ ] lee stop posting challenge #[ ❣️ ] lee’s lovelies #happy new years to all of you with love from me <3

[chaos-monkeyy]

❦ ➷ get to know your fellow fanfic writers better ༊ ✧.*

Tagged by @dewdropreader and @mirilyawrites , thank you!!

1. when did you post your first ever fanfic?

February 2019!

2. first character you wrote for:

Ben Jones my beloved (from Midsomer Murders)

3. main character(s) you’re currently writing for:

I don't know if I'm even allowed to answer this one 😂 Probably my own characters for original works, aside from that I really am just all over the map.. I'll say the ones I'm most likely to come back to regularly these days are Captain Pike, Mobius, and Dalinar Kholin (along with, y'know, people for them to get it on with).

4. character(s) you haven’t written about before but plan on writing about soon:

Pike's sex toys 😏

But uhhh actual people I haven't already written? 🤔 I am still toying with the idea of writing a little Jordi x Erin scene for Who Is Erin Carter? but it's anyone's best guess whether I'll actually get around to it 🙈

5. fandom(s) you’re currently writing for:

The main culprits lately have been Stormlight Archive, Star Trek Strange New Worlds, the Loki series, Stargate, and original fiction! Honorable mention to OFMD and Good Omens who've popped in there a couple times as well and may or may not continue to make occasional appearances 💖

6. platonic pairing(s) you currently write for:

.....let's say Ortegas & Pike since I did technically write them recently 😆 and also I love them.

7. romantic pairing(s) you currently write for:

All the things

Though let's be real, it's just straight up sexual pairings as opposed to romantic most of the time 🍾 But yeah, there's just.. so many to have fun with ✨

8. your top 3 tags on AO3 (if you post your works on AO3):

PWP, Omorashi... and in third place is a three way tie between Masturbation, Watersports, and Blowjobs 😂

9. your current platform where you post your works

Fanfic:

Original work:

With occasional cross-posting between the two 😊

10. snippet of the wip you’re currently working on:

..alright well here's hoping I do wind up actually finishing the big-dick-Mobius fic I started ages ago to go with @natendo-art 's hot fucking artwork 🙈

“May I?” Loki was asking— and he was trailing one hand downwards, fingers teasing along the line of Mobius’s belt. 

Mobius’s breath caught in an embarrassing little whimper, but he nodded anyway, a little distracted from wondering… Should he tell Loki he didn’t have any idea what he was doing, not really? Should he keep quiet and hope maybe Loki wouldn’t notice how woefully inexperienced he was beyond his own hands? Or— 

Mobius’s nervous train of thought was interrupted by Loki’s fingers finding his stiffened cock through his suit pants with a little squeeze— 

…And then Loki stopped, pulled back, and stared at Mobius with wide eyes and a slightly shocked look. 

“Wh… what is it?” Mobius asked, face flaming, instantly certain he’d done something wrong. “I’m sorry—” 

“Sorry?” Loki breathed, and to Mobius’s tentative relief, that slightly slack-jawed expression twisted up into a grin of delight instead. “My dear Mobius, you should definitely not be sorry about this.”

Tagging @trainofcommand , @d--dandelions , @cosmereplay , @might-be-a-lynx , @confuzing , @knight-of-skyloft , @cordeliaperry , @frankthesnek , @cuillere , and anyone else I missed who wants to do it - consider yourself tagged too! 💙

#tag games #multifandom #smut

[potofstewie]

Der Engel miener Träume

Title Translation: The Angel of my dreams.

The lowdown: A frequent dream that Eren Jeager cannot get enough of.

The things to know: Reader is EXPLICITLY black, uses she/her pronouns, Fluff, Yearning, middle of the timeskip Eren (idk how else to describe him but like- a few months after he kissed Historia's hand)

W/C: 1.4k

A/N: Hey hey, this one is one of those spur of the moment ideas that I decided to expand upon GREATLY. One thing that helped inspire this fic was my fellow black fanfic readers and writers. I wanted this to basically be an ode to my black (aot) fandom members. I should probably start posing these to my AO3 but idkk yet. ANYWAY ENJOY MWUAH

It’s that dream again. 

Moonlight washed over the soldier’s bed, a thin line of light resting on his eyes. Sweat coated his face, chocolate brown strands sticking to his forehead. Wide, emerald eyes adorned his face, an agape mouth present. A hand clutching his muscular chest that heaved as he laid there in a whirlwind of emotions. It was a routine at this point. 

Ever since the day he kissed the hand of his dear friend, the dream has been visiting him. It started off with once or twice a month, to a couple of times a week, to nearly every night. That damned dream. That dream that, no matter how confusing it was, he’d yearn for it once he awoke. 

It would always start with him waking up in a dense forest, morning dew kissing the green blades of grass. Dandelions speckled the forest ground, still holding onto their white fluff seeds. He’d sit up carefully, eyeing his surroundings as if it was a new place for him. The trees, despite bearing crisp fruit and lush leaves, contained no life. No sound was created in that mysterious forest but the sound of Eren’s steady heartbeat. As usual, Eren would quietly walk throughout the forest. To anyone else, it would be an aimless walk with no destination in mind, but for Eren, he already knew which turns to take, which exposed roots to walk over and which tree to run his hand against. 

He would “wander” upon a clearing that held a shallow pond, the water clear enough to see all the smooth rocks that formed the bottom. The serene pond held no wildlife in it, mirroring the forest it inhabited. Moss covered rocks decorated parts of the pond rim, few reeds sprouting in between them. Vibrate green lily pads sprinkled the surface of the water. In all of the dreams it would always contain the same amount of lily pads and reeds. 

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven.

 Eren would always sit by the bank of the pond, taking off his boots and rolling up his pants and watch the small ripples in the water be created by the gentle breeze that would always appear as soon as he sat down. Right after the breeze, right on time as per every dream, he’d turn his head and gaze upon what he firmly believes to be an angel sitting next to him. 

Although he could never hear her arrive at the pond, he always found it comforting when she appeared. A loose off shoulder white dress would be adorned on her body, a gold chain hugging her waist. A silk white sash was loosely wrapped on her arms, the long fabric haphazardly covering the clearing around the two bodies. Tight, dark brown curls that reached to the heavens would always framed her face, the hair reminding him of the clouds that he would watch. White flowers poked out of her celestial hair and if he focused hard enough on them, they would appear to breathe. 

Inhale. 

A small smile sat upon the woman’s plush lips, the body part carrying two colors that made Eren melt inside. She looked at him with all-knowing eyes in both wonder and love. Eren always had the urge to reach out and caress her cheek, to gently touch her mouth with his own and simply explode at her warm touch. But the dream wouldn’t allow him. Instead, all he could do was sit and silently observe how her skin seemed to drink in the bright sunlight that seeped through the canopy. 

Exhale. 

She would always bat her dark eyelashes at him. Once. Twice. On the third blink, Eren could feel his body lower itself to the ground, his head finding refuge on her soft and plump thighs. A delicate finger would graze his forehead, moving strands of hair from his face as he looked up at the heavenly creature. A giggle would always escape her delectable lips although no joke was uttered. As if on cue, the cheerful noise would cause his heartbeat to skip and drum ten times faster. 

Eren’s eyes would blink slowly as she plucked one of the living flowers from her hair, tickling his nose gently before placing it in his hand, the sweet scent of it filling the air around them. She’d gently glide her hand on his collarbone to the base of his neck, brown fingers tickling him. They’d travel up his neck to his jawline before stopping at his cheek, a thumb gently caressing it. Once her delicate hand found refuge on his face, her mouth would open ever so slightly. Eren’s breath would always hitch in his throat at this part. 

“Hello, you.” 

Oh, her voice.

Her voice rivaled the calmness that soft spring rain would contain. Her voice that the cool summer breeze would proudly carry throughout the land. A voice that could garner the attention of even the busiest bees. A voice that could quell the cries of newborns and the bloodthirsty chants of war. The melodious voice that would be the inspiration for the symphonies conductors would create in the middle of the night. Even though just two small words fell from her tantalizing lips, her voice made Eren feel so lucky that it was calling out to him, and only him. 

He could never respond to her, no matter how hard he tried his mouth was fixed in a permanent soft smile. But she never minded his silence though, his forced body language spoke for him. They’d sit in silence, staring at each other for what felt like eons to the young man. 

As another gentle breeze traveled through the area causing the stilled pond to stir once more, her other hand would cup his lonely and cold cheek. She’d bend down over his head, her hair encircling both of their faces, providing privacy within the empty forest. She’d bring her lips mere centimeters from his, her scent filling Eren with both drowsiness and dopamine. Eren absolutely hated this moment the most. 

He hated it because he knew that he’d never get rewarded with her affection. Every time, he’d try to will his body to move. To gently reach up and grab the back of her head, to push her down so he could finally taste her lips. To feel his rough fingers get entangled and sink into the endless abyss of soft curls. To move his lips to deepen the intimate act, to explore her mouth and clash with her tongue. But that never happened. That would never happen.

Instead, she’d close her eyes, preparing to grace him with a token of her love and before he could savor her taste, he’d feel himself doze off; the touch of the Angel’s lips not meeting his with the warmth and bliss he had craved. And just like that, he’d wake up to his cold room, the soft snores of his friend filling the deafening silence. 

Every time, it would end like that. And although he knew what would happen, Eren could never get used to the abrupt and depressive ending of his dream. He’d always stay up for a while after waking up, trying his damnedest to piece together the meaning behind the one thing that gave him bliss and peace of mind in the unforgiving world he occupied. A part of him wanted to figure out if it was just another memory or something else from paths, but another part of him was wholly content in remaining in the dark about his little angel. As long as he got to see her, he didn’t care about the hows or whys. 

His little angel.

A small smile formed on Eren’s face as he turned to his side, emerald eyes resting on the cold wall. She was his little angel, his secret. He daren’t tell any of his friends about it, the fear of sharing his angel consuming his mind. No, this would be his personal shard of happiness. Of love. Of peace. Heavy eyelids started to cover the burning irises of the young man, dust particles dancing in the still air of the room. As the moon continued to coat the soldier in its divine light, he wished with all his might that even though change was rapidly happening around him, his little dream would never leave him. He wished that the angel would greet him once it was his turn to traverse into the land of the dead, regardless of where his spirit would end up. 

As long as she would be there to greet him, to hold his hand, to kiss him just once, he’d be fine. 

He would be 

Okay.

ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛᴇ, ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ, ʙɪɴᴅ ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴀꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ. ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛꜱ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴏᴛᴏꜰꜱᴛᴇᴡɪᴇ™ 2022

#eren x black reader #eren x black fem!reader #eren x black y/n #eren x black reader fluff #eren x black yn fluff #ethereal black reader #lowkey a love letter to my fellow black fandom folks #eren x reader #original stew

[deliberate-disguises]

WHEN Ao3 comes back up (by the higher power, I KNOW they'll survive this! For now I, and all of us, must hold back from opening it until the Ao3 people say they're in the clear), here are reasons why Ao3 is superior than Wattpad and ff.net (and maybe livejournal if anyone is still using it--dear Lord, I feel old):

TAGS. Ao3 has tags that allows us to have a clearer guess on what we're stepping into. Plus, people can go wild on tags and it's always amusing to see. Wattpad has tags, too, but it's not the same.

Filters. I dislike Wattpad's filter. It confuses me a lot. Ao3 has better and extensive filter. We can filter tags we want to see and tags we don't want to see. We can also use the "search words" bar (or something like that) and that has saved me when I can't remember the title and/or the author but I remember certain sentence(s) in the summary. Ff.net's filter is just ... too limited.

Let's admit it, Ao3 does not have ads. Ugh, ff.net sometimes has ads popping out in the middle of a fanfic (really, right in front of my salad?) and it's absolute hell. I don't know about Wattpad but last time I checked, you might have to deal with ads before going to the next chapter.

Ao3 allows us to see the whole fic if we want to, not just chapter by chapter. I set my own account to show entire work and it's a blessing when I find a multi-chaptered locked fics (aka fics that can only be read if you have an account). I don't have the patience to press "next chapter" button.

Lastly, IT'S DOWNLOADABLE. IN SEVERAL FORMATS. I personally like reading on my phone, so I usually download the .epub or .mobi format. If it's over 50k words and/or it's that good, I'd leave a kudos (usually as a guest because I'm too lazy to sign in), and then download it so I can read when I'm offline.

Okay, bonus, this one is for the writers: FORMATTING. You can have footnotes!! Actual working footnotes! And embedded links! I don't think ff.net and Wattpad have that. For example, JAFF (Jane Austen Fanfic, bc I'm on a P&P roll) writers who like to add footnotes are adorable! I love seeing how they took time researching it and I get to know interesting tidbits about that era without having to fall into a rabbit hole (I'm the type to hyperfixate.)

Those are my reasons. Praying for Ao3 admins and my fellow Ao3 writers and readers.

#ao3 #ff.net #wattpad #livejournal

[wanderlustmagician]

Greetings internet Travelers! Welcome to my humble space amongst our fellow tumblr denizens. I am Wander, a simple alien creative.

Some fun facts about me;

I learned how to juggle in my third grade French class

I am relearning how to draw. Traditionally trained but learning how to do so digitally now.

I am a DnD Disaster Master, a fanfic writer, and an in general perusal of my current hyperfocus(es).

I am told that I am, in general, very enthusiastic in person… whoops

Now that a wandering glance at who I am has been had… onto more interesting things! This pinned post is meant to serve the dual purposes of a better introduction to me and making it easier for finding what most likely brought you, dear reader, here… whatever I’m working on at the moment.

So! Notable tags;

#wandering pen - my writing/art tag

#wandering thoughts - my rambling tag

#out wandering - my queue tag

I do have a few AUs, writing projects etc that I am working on or open to talking about! They are;

#lu modern au -> #everything but blood

#lu mythic creatures

#loz role reversal au

#cataclysmic (lu witch au)

#path to thriving (Atlantis au)

#lost & found (big brother time au)

COMING SOON:

#forged

Thanks for wandering through!

#pinned post #wandering thoughts #wandering pen #out wandering #lu modern au #lu mythic creatures #loz role reversal au #cataclysmic #everything but blood #forged

[chop-zulyzulyyy]

Throne and Sickle Ch.1

Chapter 1: Tell Me You Caught That

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Turtle bros x fem!parkour!reader

Summary: In which the turtles record their training one fateful night, and find the rooftops hold stories with a beginning....and an end.

Author Note: Helloo Hii! This is my very first fanfic that I’ve chosen to post publicly! I’ve written before, long ago in the time of dinosaurs 🦖 lol and over time I felt I lost my touch. I sincerely hope you enjoy this, and I’m welcome to constructive criticism! Please be as honest as you can, within reason of course. Thanks for being here on the start of my journey to becoming a better writer and fellow fan :)

Disclaimer: I don’t own ROTTMNT, sigh.

Genre(s): A bunch of stuff, really. You'll figure it out ;)

WARNINGS: Heavy topics NOT for the lighthearted; like seriously it’ll get dark in some parts. Mentions of s*xual assault, bl**d, sh*rp objects, and more. I will do my best to organize in a way that readers can identify the warning sign!

City lights, when viewed with naked eyes, seem to get a new life.. -Aishini.

Ah, New York. What a town. If its combination of musty gas, hot dogs, and mutants were on Us Weekly the headline would be ‘Mama Just Killed a Man’ with the sub-headline of the possibility of contracting an identity crisis being free.99. But alas, who knows. The fine art of bullshit was such a wide range that it left room for all kinds of adventures. For a group of four turtle brothers, this one was for the books.

The night was bustling with pedestrians, and the twinkling lights left little to the imagination of what Christmas was like even though it was February. Faint honking horns of angry Boomers could be heard, paired with the occasional loud radio stations blasting from stereo speakers. It seemed like everyone was outside of their homes tonight, and thus would be one of the riskiest patrol slash training sessions they’ve ever done.

“Aaaaand there! Hold still hold still~.” Donnie muttered. Nimble reptilian fingers only scientists and artists could applaud set up the inner workings of wiring miniature video cameras to multiple buildings, and somewhere in the back of his head was a small whispering voice claiming this was a dangerous idea as he reached up to the small device. It was, but the four of them agreed it would probably help in seeing their training mistakes via camera footage. Shiny, purple cubes were discretely attached to all buildings that were on their designated path tonight, and everything in between had been so easily hacked. He couldn’t be more positive that there was nothing short of a fruitful night out.

Sharpie eyebrows rose in smug satisfaction.

His dear brother on the other hand, wasn’t convinced. Donnie could tell by the way his hands continuously cradled his chin or crossed over each other in contemplation. Behind Leo were his other two brothers: Raph sitting down Mikey for a brief pep talk. As expected, really, for their youngest would attempt to showcase a new fighting move tonight. Each of them had one training session to present which was a pretty decent piece of advice given by Splinter. He mentioned along the lines of adapting to any kind of situation thrown at them- the need to be creative in order to defeat crime. (Or about pineapples and lime- couldn’t really understand with the disgusting mush that was ratatouille in their dad’s mouth). Anyway, at least one special move would suffice for now. They can regroup and share pointers but moving forward it would be commonplace to improve because staying at their current level of skill was just utterly unacceptable.

Raph was the first to come up with something and wasn’t afraid to show it off last month. Leo followed shortly after, but the blue-clad turtle scheduled his move during a rainstorm. Most would say it’s brave, others would say it’s stupid. But in the spirit of enlightenment; a kind elderly civilian had forgotten their laundry hanging outside in between an alley. Leo had plenty of time to rectify his maneuvering, the twat, there’s no way he did not have it coming. Donnie himself wouldn’t do his yet, but tonight was Mikey’s night.

Leo huffed, “I seriously doubt these little rubix cubes are going to help us stay on the downlow. If none of you remembered, we just had Meat Sweats get spotted by the cops-like have you seen the theories people are coming up with on the internet? Aliens. Cosmetic surgery gone wrong. Gwyneth Paltrow! I can’t afford being thrown outta town before basking in their praise. Donnie-bro-Donnie look at me does this look like a face that needs to be blacklisted?”

“Are you saying my tech isn’t enough as security, you little shit?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

A vein popped on Donnie’s forehead, fist trembling, “Well if you ran like your mouth, you’d be safe from being spotted.”

Leo’s eyes blew open, “Swing hermano-!”

Raph stumbled in between the brothers, “Don’t make me send your spiffy little butts on home! Let’s do what we came here to do, fellas. Leo, you’re right to be worried but Donnie wouldn’t give the green light if there was too much risk for us tonight. We’re here to help Mikey. Capiche?”

Leo sighed and waved a hand. Mikey turned to Donnie, “How are your cameras going to help us?”

“I’m so glad you asked, little Angelo!” Donnie posed, flowers and stars flowing behind him as he stuck a tongue out at Leo, “These babies have been modified to detect thermal energy- heat emitted by humans and mutants would be caught on surveillance. If their trajectory path interferes with ours, S.H.E.L.D.O.N will capture it live and send me the real time feed. All of the other cameras I’ve hacked have been wired to follow along and save to file- there isn’t anything that we won’t see.  Not to worry.” He placated as he quickly typed into his arm brace.

“And we are…set up to begin. Ready on your mark, Angelo.” Donnie perked, finger guns out.

A pat on the shoulder from Raph, and a thumbs up from Leo did nothing for Mikey’s nerves as his three brothers readied themselves on the building ledge in camera view. The orange clad box turtle took the biggest breath possible. They’re right, he thought. Things would be a-okay if they said so. Time to blow them all away!

Within a snap of a finger, four wisps of rising dust were left to be seen.

•.*.•

Things were not okay! He nearly killed three innocent pigeons- aww what kind of monster hurts little birdies they ain’t hurt nobody! Mikey panicked, dodging cable antennas as he sprinted across rooftops. It was only ten minutes since they started, and he’s tripped over cable cords and trash bins. Raph had a short two-minute melee with a gang of pigeon miscreants. How was he supposed to pull this off with things bumbling and tumbling like this?

“Mikey! Take a deep breath buddy you can do it!” Leo’s voice echoed on a building beside him.

“O-okay!” He called back. Cold sweat made him clammy all over now. What if the sweat made him slip on something?

Raph crouched down on the building before him, causing all brothers to halt in their place on different buildings. With a worried frown, his eyes bore into Mikey’s.

“It’s alright if you need to restart, little man. Take a second to get yourself together and then we can focus on simply getting from Point A to Point B.”

“Technically we’ll be facing inevitable discrepancies of the plan if we stop for even 5 minut- shutting up now.”

Mikey stood upright so stiff his muscles began to clench painfully. He didn’t understand what was getting to him. Maybe it’s because he didn’t get enough rest, or maybe it’s because he misplaced his favorite can of spray paint. He shook his head. No, that wasn’t it. Glancing to each of his brothers he noticed urgency growing in their voices. Their looks. Their postures. It’s been frustrating nearly losing most of their battles now that the Foot was searching for the armor. But no, it wasn’t that either, as much as it made sense.

Well…there is that one thing; Mikey thought back to yesterday when April texted them an article. A group of civilian ruffians skilled in parkour were making quite a bit of unrest on the police scanners. People talk, and if their kids are around, those chatterboxes would catch the entire human population’s attention. Rumor had it this group was the modern Robin Hood- stealing from the rich and giving to the poor, and as fast as they appeared, those guys were gone in seconds. Some pretty powerful organizations have been outed in result of these ‘Robin Hoods’ meddling into their affairs and a few riots too many have taken place. Ironically, authorities have been ordered by higher-ups to stop these Robin Hoods. Mikey could see the problem when their numbers coincide with the brothers. What’s worse, him and the others could easily be mistaken as those criminals if they were caught… but training was a time-sensitive priority now.

Add to the fact that the problem did not only affect the brothers but all mutants; villains and allies alike. The cards dealt were:

On one hand, remain in the sewers and halt training- leading to repeated losses in their war at their level of strength. But. They would be safe from risk of arrest and human police authorities can do their job without spotting them. On the other hand, get ahead in their skills while the enemies remain low- but play with the high chance of being mistaken as the Robin Hoods and take the fall.

Glancing down at his hands, Mikey studied his mystic chain whip in hand and thought back to when they first got the weapons. Mystic mumbo jumbo didn’t play a critical role in their upbringing, but it felt like destiny called the four brothers to come across Mayhem nearly a year ago for important reasons: to be the greatest ninjas out there. To be heroes. To keep the city of New York safe.

Mikey sighed; he wasn’t making things better by standing here. The orange terrapin tightened his grip. He had to do his best. Mikey was in no position to downplay his skill just because he was nervous that he won’t do it right before even trying. No matter what his family and him could handle anything. He could do this.

He took a deep breath once more, eyes welled up in renewed confidence as Mikey whirled to Raph, “Nothing to it! I’m ready to get this party started!”

A large grin spread across Leo’s face, pleased. “Alright, there ya go!”

As Raph sighed in relief Donnie huffed, unable to fight the lift of his lips. He tapped away at his brace.

“Alright, restarting the session in 3…2..1!”

Mikey took the lead once more, darting rooftop to rooftop as they were marked with cameras as feather-like footsteps followed him immediately. A flick of his wrist resulted in the chain whip unfolding, length exponentially increasing in its glowing glory until the chains made a large circle around him. Lights of buildings and lamp posts all around became blurs, and ahead was the infamous Grand Central Station: his chosen starting marker. It was time to get down to business.

“Donnie! I need you to send multiple shots at me from every direction while we run, think you can help me out?”

Battle shell expanded; Donnie bowed in mock politeness “But of course! Any range in particular?”

“Stick with mid to long range, thanks!”

“As you wish.” Donnie flew a few meters ahead and hid from view while Mikey turned to Leo, who perked up in attention with a smirk as they ran.

“I’m ready for a speed-off, Leo. How about you?”

“Oooooh count me in. What do you need?”

Mikey bounced off a passing apartment balcony and gave a toothy grin, “While Donnie sends attacks at me, focus on attacking my chains. I wanna try to use tempo and defense for my ultimate move.”

His brother gave a wink and disappeared into a portal to who knew where, but he’d be waiting for Mikey. Last but definitely not least, Mikey faced Raph. The red clad brother excitedly beaming down at him from the higher buildings he was jumping over.

“Big Red, I need you to do something really important. From here to the end, do your best to catch me or get me off balance.”

“You got it!”

Raph nodded and pulled back, positioning himself a few meters behind Mikey. Said turtle nodded to himself, apprehension causing sweat to roll down his scaly green cheek as he neared Central Station. About 300 meters left. The second he got there would mean his best chance of accomplishing his special move was to use his senses and by no means slow down.

200 meters. If he failed this, it wouldn’t really be failing. His brothers were crazy smart to understand his motive and still work together to come up with a similar battle strategy. Either way this was gonna be epic.

100 meters.

50.

10.

0.

All at once purple, blue and red streams of mystic energy swarmed him much like a colony of bees. Donnie weaved around all brothers, neon laser beams whizzing out and Mikey wasn’t going to lie, those things hurt.  A few stung his arms as Mikey maneuvered his hands waving high, swooping low, faking left, reversing right, gyrating around- all motion available to bend the chains to his will. Most of the beams were caught by his chain, the neon light merging into the golden glow before disappearing. Mikey wished he could see the flabbergasted look on Donnie’s face. Then he remembered this was all being recorded.

Okay, maybe he shouldn’t have laughed out loud at that because Donnie’s expression morphed from shock to annoyance in a snap. The purple turtles’ jet pack with guns grew even more guns- bro whAT-!

Now that Donnie kicked it up a notch, Mikey felt the rising energy in his chains orbiting around him begin to resonate a whirring sound when a blue crescent light sliced centimeters from his face.

“Eye focused, Mikey!” Leo’s shout echoed somewhere from the side, dashing into multiple open portals for his convenience. Uh-oh. Mike forgot about those. Swinging in between cellular towers, Mikey feigned directions just out of Raph’s mystic hands as he was too big to fit into those spaces like Mikey could. But it was working. His chains were intact around him at the speed of light but now he had to move them fluidly to his advantage. Donnie furrowed his brows in the distance, dodging laundry lines mid flight and began using the power of everything in his arsenal at his baby brother- only for the chains to keep absorbing his shots. Leo, Mikey could tell, was running out of options in keeping up with the chains. Instead of Leo’s attacks disrupting the circular movement as before, every time he tried slashing them from any direction the speed of the chains was knocking him in momentum of the weapon. Leo and Donnie were growing restless, dedicating further to their task and thus quadrupling their efforts. Not to say Mikey wasn’t breaking a sweat, everything was burning, but he couldn’t tell them that this was his plan.

However.

The chains gave a loud clang when Raph swat at the weapon in order to duck under and grab him.

“G-ah!” Mikey gasped, immediately dropping down along the length of a building and allowing gravity to swoop him through an alley. This was dangerously getting too low for them where civilians can see them. On the other side of the alley, luckily, was a drop off to a construction zone, miles wide where no lamp posts reached. Mikey could use that space for his move, though Raph would also have a better means to catch him without anything in his path. Passing the last of laundry lines and apartment bricks, the group dashed into the open in pursuit of the orange terrapin now basically floating with bright orange chains as his wings when he felt a large hand grip onto his ankle. Caught in a panic Mikey sent energy to coat his leg and swung it down to slice through Raph’s red mystic energy. Hearing a hiss of pain he dashed away, but his chains wobbled off balance. Leo took this second to strike slashing waves of blue energy to dent into the chains range of motion as Donnie shot more lasers from above. Gritting his teeth Mikey gulped.

He had to get this back in control.

Mikey stopped atop a dirt hill and swirled around to face them, catching them off guard for a moment before closing his hands into fists and slowly moving them towards the center of his chest. The chain orbit spun faster, and faster, and faster until all they could see was a white halo shrinking into layers that enveloped Mikey in a cocoon-like state. But it burned. It burned so much so close to his skin that it felt like he was being roasted alive. Sweat stung his eyes: he shut them too tight he began to see stars behind his eyelids.

“Mikey, what are you doing?! If it’s hurting you then stop!” He could hear Raph and the others shout at him.

Just a bit more.

“Mikey!”

Bringing his fisted hands together, Mikey felt the trembling of the chains coiled so impossibly tight that the energy soaked in them was beginning to overwhelm them. Like a tire being pumped with too much air.

Like the stars colliding to create-

“SUPERNOVA!”

Leaping up sky high with his limbs spread wide, Mikey grinned in the millisecond it took for the chain to explode into tiny little beams of light, flickering between blue, orange, and purple variations of energy. Metal once welded together became individual sources of his mystic weapon shooting out all around. To them, Mikey resembled a firework. Bright, striking in his display of light. They watched in awe as Mikey let out a breathless exhilarated laugh, an “it worked!” reaching their ears. Raph, Leo, and Donnie noticed the disbanded chain remained still in the air around him until Mikey slowly shifted a hand, a dozen pieces of metal shifting in tandem and each straightening out into miniature needle points.

“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Leo cheered, followed by Donnie's whistles. The three turtles joyously cheered, celebrating this display of talent and execution Mikey put in so much effort on his own to showcase.

“O-okay, somebody please catch me!” Mikey sputtered, causing Leo to dart over and up as Mikey fell from the sky in exhaustion. Landing in Leo’s arms, the group of brothers circled around him, gasps of breath being the only thing he was capable of mustering. Donnie typed a million codes per second as Leo and Raph both spoke over each other- but Mikey barely registered most of it. He shakily lifted a thumbs-up. His mystic chain, now devoid of mystic power, swiftly returned to its original form, jingling to a drop on the dirt hill with a thump.

“I-I need a lot more kinks to work out *gasp* but this is good for us, r-right? It’s good?”

Raph gently shook Mikey’s shoulder, “It’s more than good. You did amazing tonight, big man. We can do a lot with this! But right now, we’re gonna get you to tip-top shape to be able to handle this strain on your energy. That’s first. Did you get all that, Donnie?”

Typing met his ears, “Yeperoos. Cameras remain functional, no damages, no alerts” Donnie mused, lifting his eyes from his screen with a smirk, “I say this was an exceptional showcase. Brava, Angelo. A well-thought-out plan of action.”

“Those baddies won’t know what hit ‘em.” Leo praised, then he grimaced, “But seriously, those chains sting like a mother-man my arms are gonna be sore for weeks.”

Mikey’s cheeks were beginning to hurt from his constant smiling and rested his head on Leo’s plastron.

“That’s great, guys. I’m just gonna…*yawn*I-Ima just… take a break...” He mumbled off, exhaustion quietly sending him off to dreamland.

“Poor champ’s all tuckered out.” Leo snickered.

Raph opened his arms to Leo, “Give him here, you open us a portal home.”

Gently handing Mikey over to Raph’s arms, Leo whipped out his odachi when Donnie’s wrist beeped. Donnie scowled, the light of his screen illuminating the tense frown lines on his face and causing Leo and Raph share a serious look. The camera cubes Donnie constructed were labeled along the path by numbers beginning with 0-1 and spaced out gradually by quarter mile, then to half-mile, and quickly to full mile on the account of the increasing speed they rallied throughout the path. The last camera cube designated to follow them was 5-0; about sixty meters from their position on the hill.

Camera 4-9 pinged.

“Get down.” Donnie muttered. In sync the three brothers crouch down and slowly, ever so quiet, shifted to the other side of the hill for cover. Donnie cupped a hand over his brace, dimming most of the light as Leo discreetly peered over the field in the direction of the apartment building they passed right before reaching the construction zone. Leo’s gaze hardened; with their mutated bodies, enhanced senses were part of the package. Although, it was easier to find the camera with no light sources obstructing his view. Immediately Leo spotted the smallest circle of red light from a camera lens on the roof, where a figure was still but… he couldn’t tell what they were doing. This wasn’t good. He crouched down beside Raph and leaned over him to meet Donnie’s eyes.

“We got a bogey on the roof.” The blue terrapin whispered. Donnie furrowed his brows in concentration, flickering between Leo’s eyes and the camera feed on his brace. A frame popped up, switching from thermal imaging to night vision. Raph, Leo, and Donnie found the figure to be female; petit in stature, and maybe around their age give or take a few years. Her figure was donned in simple athletic gear. Form what they could tell no weapons could be seen, no knives. No guns. She was angled to where they couldn’t see her face clearly, and from the way one leg was on the roof and the other on the ledge it appeared as though she had no qualms being on such a high altitude.

And how many times have they heard about humans being ‘comfortable’ around on rooftops? Thousands. On police scanners.

“…She’s gotta be one of them.” Raph whispered. Questions whirred up a mile a minute within each of them. What did she want? How long has she been watching them? Was this an ambush? The turtle brothers watched with bated breath when she slowly, not a sound made, turned her head over her shoulder straight at the camera cube.

Her face was concealed, a cloth type of material covering the lower half of the face and the breeze of the night shifted her hair over her eyes. But they felt her eyes stare into the camera. Into them. If they hadn’t gotten enough surprises, the next moment stunned them all into stillness.

A card was shown.

S.O.S

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Aaaaand that's a wrap! Please let me know what you think! Stay tuned for Chapter 2! Thanks for reading :)

Fun fact: An appendage on the alligator snapping turtle's tongue resembles a worm, helping this ambush predator lure prey 👀

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#throne and sickle #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise donnie #rise leo #rise mikey #rise raph #tmnt donatello #tmnt leonardo #tmnt raphael #tmnt michelangelo #rottmnt x reader #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2018 #rise!donnie #rise!mikey #rise!raph #rise!leo #imaginary turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt #save rottmnt #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #tmnt x reader

[semperintrepida]

@no-barbarians-here asked, in response to this update:

What did you do that crushed your motivation to write? And can you be sure you won't do it again?

Excellent questions, though you're essentially asking me to tell everyone how stupid I can be in greater detail... 🤣

But my [tumblr] has always had a whiff of "dear diary" about it, so I shall share my dumbness in the hopes that my fellow writers won't repeat my mistakes.

As long as I've been posting on AO3, I've had a fraught relationship with stats (hits, kudos, comments, etc) and for many years I've been using a site skin that hides all stats, everywhere, across the site. So I've been blissfully ignorant of not only my own stats, but everyone else's.

You know where this is going.

In a moment of weakness, I disabled my stats hiding skin and began comparing my stats to other works in the AC:O/Kassandra fandom.

Comparison truly is the thief of joy. I don't recommend it.

Before anyone tries to (helpfully) jump in and tell me to "write for yourself," I'd like to remind everyone that if every fanfic writer took that adage to heart and followed it, you would have zero fics to read, because we writers wouldn't be sharing any of our work with you. (I'm not going to get into how the most common interpretation of "write for yourself" is almost as wrong as how people misunderstand "show, don't tell" these days. Perhaps later, if someone reminds me.)

How do I prevent this from happening again? I honestly don't know. I really don't. The crux of the issue is this: the kind of stories I like to write are never going to be popular, but my primary goal in sharing my work is to make an impact on readers. Those two intentions lie in opposition, and until I can figure out how to get them to coexist, I'm going to be vulnerable to the harsh reality of my stats.

That said, what's keeping me going is that I truly love the act of writing. Putting words on the page is fun, despite all the usual writerly frustrations. And I know there are folks out there who like my work, and I appreciate every supportive word you all have shared with me. Without you, I would have given up long ago.

#i feel embarrassed posting this #like i know i should be above such mortal concerns #anyway like i said‚ i did a dumb dumb thing #don't follow my example #dat fanfic life

[lola-andheruniverse]

WIP Saturday - Caryl Fanfiction Rec

Oh, dear fellow caryler, what a happy week! I confess I cried a little bit yesterday because I'm just so fucking happy. I can't express how glad I am that Melissa decided to come back to us.

I trust her to do everything that is in her power to give Carol her happy ending. And we all know that it's Daryl. They are each other's home. They are each other's future and destiny. There's no feasible way for their story to end as anything else. So, yes, I'm hopeful, and after all this time?, hope feels damn good! Melissa/Carol returning also means our fandom is once again alive (we do have 9 lives) so what better day than WIP saturday to celebrate it, right?

Today I selected an incredible WIP written by one of my favorite caryl authors: @silversundown2. Dear Silver, you know I'm a fan of your work. This is my way of sending a little love to you, sharing a little of my hopeful vibes, and getting new people to read your WIP. I hope one day these versions of Carol and Daryl get their happy ending too.

The Forgotten, written by Silver, is posted on 9Lives and AO3.

Summary: All that matters to Daryl is securing his next bottle of insulin, at least until he finds a woman in the middle of the road covered in dirt and bleeding a river. Taking her to the hospital is just being decent but she ain't his problem and helping her unravel the truth of what happened isn't either.

Rating: E / Explicit

Chapters: 20 of ?

Word count: 85499

Published: December 06, 2022 - WIP

Silver is the kind of fanfic writer that can imagine and write the most amazing and unusual AUs (she even sent our beloveds to outer space once on Adrift) while staying true to canon characterization. every. single. time. The Forgotten is no exception to this rule. If you're not following this WIP, I honestly encourage you. Daryl and Carol deal with very real-life issues, some of them we're used to read on caryl fics (domestic violence), others not so much (US health care system) which makes this story refreshing and interesting. And you can trust Silver to deliver hurt/comfort and sweet romance as no one else.

Please, give The Forgotten a try. Leave a review while you're at it to feed our author's muse. Nothing is better than feedback to keep a fandom going.

And, don't forget, tomorrow it's your turn to rec a fic you love! Send me an ask with your recs and I'll be sure to post them. I'm counting on you to keep the positivity and joy flowing! Melissa is back! Carol is back! Caryl is coming! CARYL ON!

#caryl #caryl positivity #caryl fic recs #caryl on #caryl fanfiction #caryl fandom #wip saturday #my fic recs

[sprout-fics]

I want to write a fanfic but I’m scared people will either judge my writing skills or what the fic is about, do you have any advice for people who struggle to post their fic?

My first and foremost advice for fic has always been write for you. Write the things you want, how you want, and when you want. Nobody else gets to dictate those choices but you. It's true there's been a rising tide of entitlement in fandoms recently, and I can understand being hesitant about posting fic for the first time because of that. However there is so much joy to be had writing fanfic. So many of the people I hold dear are friends and fellow writers I've met through fanfic. No matter what you write or how you write it, there is a place for you.

I posted my first fic back in...2012? Christ... and was very nervous. Gonna be honest, my writing then was not great! But that's hobbies in general. People aren't born with the inherent ability to write perfectly, it's a skill that's honed over time. I myself am still improving and finding news and better ways to tell stories. Part of that is resigning myself to the fact that sometimes I have to write badly to be better. However it could be you have a natural born talent and your potential readers have been waiting to see it!

You may not get much of a response first from folks, that's to be expected. However that's all the more reason why you should be focusing on things that are fulfilling for yourself and not others. I've seen folks fandom chase and trope chase on here and I see how burnt out they get in pursuit of interaction. It's a losing game, and I hope you don't fall prey to it.

In addition, remember to tag. I've had and seen plenty of cases where someone reads a fic with something they don't like and then complains despite the fact it was tagged. If someone does this to you, and I cannot emphasize enough, it is not your problem. It's like someone hating coconut and then seeing a coconut flavored dessert and going 'Wow, this looks delicious- why is there coconut in this?!' It is their responsibility for curating their experience. Not yours. Delete/block/ignore them and move on.

and to those reading this who are readers and not writers- be kind to beginning writers. Do not offer them (or ANYONE) unsolicited feedback. No 'concrit' unless SPECIFICALLY ASKED FOR. I've heard people say 'Oh I stay away from the 'my first fic' tag'. Consider giving those writers a chance. Leave a lovely comment. You have no idea how encouraging that can be for someone new to fanfic. By doing so you are cultivating a community, a place for all of us.

and anon, honey? You're doing great. I'm proud of you. Let us know how it goes.

#writing advice #writing help

[mumms-the-word]

THINGS THAT I WOULD LIKE TO KNOW ABOUT MY FELLOW WRITERS

I can’t remember who tagged me with this or if I stole it 😭

Tagging: @elspethdekarios @sorceresssundries @fantasyfictionfables @lewdisescariot and anyone else??

No pressure friends as always and sorry for double tagging, this has sat in drafts for like days

Last book I read: For fun? I honestly can't remember. For my dissertation, Phantasmion by Sara Coleridge (and I haven't recovered, it was an acid trip of a fantasy novel)

Greatest literary inspirations: Bram Stoker (fave classic writer), Marissa Meyer (influenced my love of YA fairy tales), Ursula K. Le Guin (her style is SO GOOD)

Things in my current fandom I want to read but I don't want to write: I skim/read a lot of smut for someone who will never write it. I don't even read it that much, but occasionally something catches my eye (I appreciate you smutty, smutty people). What I'd want to read but not write is slice-of-life style shenanigans between characters, the kind that comic artists like @a2zillustration do really well. Send me recs if you know other BG3 comic artists!

Things in my current fandoms I want to write but I think nobody would be interested in them but me: my current masquerade fic I love writing stuff that is incredibly specific to my Tavs because I find it fascinating to explore different character perspectives and voices? But I know the fandom tends to enjoy generalized Tavs or "you" POVs more than specific OC characters, which is fair given the nature of the game, so I don't share as much of my Tav-specific stuff these days

You can recognise my writing by: the lack of smut...and probably an overuse of adverbs. and the fact that every chapter/oneshot is ridiculously long. I'm new to fanfic, okay, I wrote full books as a hobby before this lol

My most controversial take (current fandom): oh boy I have...many, probably...I've already gotten blocked for one hot take (I think it was a misunderstanding??) but it wasn't even my most controversial take. I think my most controversial take is that there is no One Correct Way to interpret a character, and anyone who tells you that "you're reading the game files wrong" or "that isn't what is canon" is ignoring the fact that a) that's not how interpretation works, and b) the branching nature of the game is going to necessarily mean that different people encounter different things in different orders and may not even get the dialogue that you hold so dear to your interpretation of the character, and that is okay. We shouldn't ask everyone to become an expert in every facet of their favorite character's identity because not everybody has the time or energy for that. We should just hope that people are having fun. Like I know this is a complex topic and I don't want to ramble about it here lol but that's the gist

Top three favourite tropes: in no particular order, 1) arranged/convenient marriage that leads to genuine love between characters, 2) super big tall buff scary guy (tortured past optional) is actually a total sweetheart who is a little afraid of his own strength (bonus points if he falls in love with a smol person he must protect and feels slightly unworthy of), and 3) FOUND FAMILY I love it every time

What’s your current writing mood (10 – super motivated and churning out words like crazy, 0 – in a complete rut): fic writing I'm like....idk a 6? dissertation writing, which I am actually supposed to be writing, is a solid 1.

Share a random frustration: my students keep insisting on using AI to write their assignments and it is BEYOND frustrating how much time it takes up for me to read their assignment, mark where they've used AI, and then forward it to the next tier in our "Guess what you done fucked up" system for this class

#tag game #bg3

[frikatilhi]

⭐️ private landing, how you felt you grew as a writer throughout the process of writing it :D

Oh dear lord, the questions you ask 🥴

I've said it many times, I've never written anything like this (meaning, posted as I go and not finish everything first). The clear reason for it is that I'm a very chaotic writer, writing bits and pieces from wherever in the story - I can't write chronologically! The ideas will evaporate if I don't get them down, and my motivation is also better when I'm allowed to write the bit that at that moment strikes my fancy.

The result is that I also edit until the last minute, change details and plot points and eliminate repetition and basically change my mind about everything.

So you can see how this was a challenging concept for me. ESPECIALLY when the first chapter was a one-shot originally, where I didn't really pay any mind to logic or backstory. After I decided to continue, I made an outline, I knew where I wanted to end up, but it took a lot of brainstorming and shuffling things around and making stuff up as I went along. And a lot of bitching and moaning to my friends along the way.

I would do a lot of things differently, story-wise, if I started over now, and I'm basically sitting on my hands so I won't go back and edit some stuff that bugs me.

So I guess I've learned to let go of perfection. I've learned to stick with something long term. I've learned to trust that I will get things done, no matter how slow going it feels at times. Consistency is key (at some point my goal was one word a day.) I've also learned that planning is my friend.

And that this is the most encouraging, amazing community of readers and fellow writers that anyone could ever wish for ❤❤❤

Fanfic dvd commentary ask game

#ask #fanfic #private landing the bane of my existence