#fic reading at 2am

[robiinurheart33]

CHAPTER 22 SPOILERS FOR THE NEON VOID‼️‼️

Haha wdym no I didn’t read the chapter almost one month after it came out wdym that’s crazy haha

ANYWAYS NEON VOID BRAINROT ANYONE?? As usual a magnificent read what can I say @sugarpasteltmnt is SO SO talented after I read this chapter I stared off into space for like a solid minute before laughing hysterically like Leo because MY GOD the adrenaline rush is so real. What compliment can I say that hasn’t been said about this fic. It gives me such goosebumps and the action sequences are just. Muah. Breathtaking. I cannot wait to read the next chapter and keep up the good work!! /lh /all pos

#my art #PLEASE TAKE UR TIME W THE NEXT CHAPTER #idw you to get burned out or anything #ur heath is the most important! #sorry this isn’t a full fledged drawing #I just read the newest chapter and completely blanked out #suddenly it’s 2am and the excited jitters in my brain finally calmed down #ur writing is like eating sour candy with a sweet aftertaste #SO GOOD #also is it weird that I have headcanons about ur fic?? #hope it isn’t #but I like to imagine when Leo gets spastic his Krang eye goes haywire and shoots all over the place #same goes for his krang parts like it squirms and wriggles underneath the skin #Or when Leo is bored the sharp end of his tail will poke the ground rhythmically #HOPE YOU LIKE THE ART #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rotten #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #The Neon Void #The Neon Void TMNT #TNV TMNT

[fullunadulteratedart]

“Oh shut it, Hotshot!” Sanji said, chuckling as he smoothed down his hair. “I’ve seen how bad your bedhead is, so don’t-!”

Ace’s hands curled around Sanji’s wrists, stopping him. Lowering Sanji’s hands, Ace swooped in and brought their lips together. With a soft hum of approval, Sanji relaxed and let Ace slip his tongue into his mouth. 

- from chapter 5 of @eclecticwrites's fic Never Knew I Needed You which has me in a chokehold

#acesan #sanace #sanji #portgas d ace #one piece #good fic good fic go read it for deliciousness #i sketched this out in pencil at like 2am in bed in the middle of reading and then sketched it again only slightly better digitally lmao #my art #eclecticwrites

[lilyrizzy]

max/daniel, hunger games au, outsider pov

The air in the arena is so suffocating, Alex can't help but tip his head back and marvel a little at the artificial domed sky above their heads. He'd always thought, growing up, that if the Capitol invested even half the money they spent on the games into feeding the people of the districts, there'd be no need for any of this.

Dangerous thoughts he'd always known better than to share.

Still, he's said them to George more than once since their names were called for that second time. At this point, there feels like there's nothing left to lose. They already won, Alex two years ago and George just last year. Back to back victories for their District, and here they are anyway. Punished for their victory.

This time, they're going to lose.

A little way off in front of where they are sat side by side now, Max and Seb are talking in hushed, almost hostile looking tones. Trouble in teamate paradise. Charles, who has already lost his, has rolled his trousers up, taken off his shoes and is standing barefoot in the water.

Alex longs to join him. Underneath his legs, the sand is  burning. He was the one who'd suggested coming here, thinking that being by the water there would be some kind if breeze, some relief, but-

"Real beaches have wind," Charles had mocked him with an eye roll. "This is not some holiday to the coast." As if Alex had ever been on one. "Now we are just sitting here in the open, like ducks."

Nobody had moved though. There are five of them here after all, almost half of the total people left alive. They stood just as good a chance here, against the three left that were any real threat, as they did hidden away in the jungle behind.

"I don't trust these people," George tells him for the fourth time since they've been sat here. Alex doesn't need to follow his line of sight to know exactly who he's talking about.

Max, who Seb has left standing alone in favour of making his way back up the beach towards them. Max who is stood with his eyes closed, his face turned up towards the artifical sun, hands stuffed into his pocket. His lips moving like he's talking to someone who isn't there.

Maybe George has a point, but-

"He's our best chance of staying alive, and you know it," Alex reminds him.

Max killed thirteen people in his games. A record, especially impressive for someone who isn't trained for it, not from District 1 or 2. A total worth bragging about, but Alex has never heard him even mention it.

Maybe he's naive, but that fact along with the dark circles underneath his eyes make Alex want to trust him in the way George can't seem to.

"He's a monster," George says, something else Alex has heard before, "do you know how many times I was made to rewatch his bloody games, by Toto, by-".

"I'm going to get some water, Georgie," Alex announces, getting to his feet because he can't have this argument again. Can't remind George for the hundredth time that Toto also told them, make allies. That Max, for whatever reason, seems to care about keeping his alivd. Had tried so hard to carry a wounded Carlos through poisonous fog, just because Charles asked for his help.

Alex had never even seen Max interact with either of them before this games, but his voice as he'd told Charles he was sorry for failing, for letting Carlos die is not something he'll forget soon.

He's just made it to the treeline when the same voice calls his name. Turning, Alex finds Max running towards him, almost frighteningly quick.

"I will come with you," he announces, leaving no room for discussion. "We should not go places alone."

Alex glances to George, but he's sat with Seb now, staring straight ahead into the water. Maybe George was right, and this is how they die. Picked off by the two golden boys of District 6.

"Okay," Alex tells him, still not quite finding it in himself to disagree. He just wants to go home to Lily, and he already knows he'll never do that again, so what else is there left to be afraid of.

They walk in silence. The jungle is silent too, eerily so in a way Alex knows can't be real, even if before last year he'd never left the soot covered District 12. How different than a jungle and the forest of his home really be?

Alex has just tapped the spire into the trunk of a tree when Max touches a hand to his shoulder.

"Did Toto tell you," he asks, strangely urgent in a way he wasn't been since trying to drag Carlos's body out of the fog. "Do you know?"

Alex frowns. Behind them, the water trickles, but neither of them move to drink.

"Tell me what?" He asks. "What do-."

Before he can finish, someone is shouting Max's name. Screaming it, loud and piercing. Alex's head whips around to the beach, but it's coming from the trees, and-

"Daniel," Max chokes out, face drained of all colour. Before Alex realises what is happening, Max is knocking past him, running into the jungle.

Alex finds his feet moving, chasing after him as the screams continue. A man's voice, crying for Max over and over. Screaming in pain, begging for help. But-

There's no one in the games called Daniel this year.

Still, Max's voice echos just ahead of him, calling out for him. "Daniel! Daniel, I am coming, Daniel."

"Max," Alex calls, adding to unbreable crescendo, "Max!"

He catches up with him in him a small clearing, finding him stood still and surrounded by a flock of birds flying around his head. It's then Alex realises where all the noise is coming from. The jabberjays perfectly mimicking the person- Daniel's- voice in a way designed to torment Max.

He's slashing his blade through the air, trying to cut them down. Alex makes a step towards him, reaching for his own weapon to try to help, only to find himself jolted back, unable to pass through. On the other side of some invisible torture chamber Max is trapped inside by the same forcefields that have divided this arena up into the 12 segments of a clock.

"Max," he says again, taking in the sick look of terror on his face, "Max, they're not real, they're just birds, they're-"

"Fuck off," Max snaps, eyes wild when he looks to him. "Fuck off, Alex, go- Go back to the beach, I cannot protect you in here."

For a moment he hesitates, watching Max crumple to the ground, pressing his fingers into his ears, eyes screwed shut. With his knees tucked under his chin, Alex is reminded that Max is younger than him. Just 24.

Back on the beach, he sits down beside Seb and George.

"Max is trapped in a new segment," he says, when Seb looks worriedly behind him. Alex's voice is shaking. "He- It's jabberjays, they're- Who is Daniel?"

Seb's entire face falls, and he gets to his feet.

"Another Victor from 6. I volunteered for him this year," he says, and right, Alex should have remembered that. "He was Max's mentor."

Seb makes his way towards the jungle from which Alex just came, not offering any more than that. Not that he really needs to.

If there's one thing these games have taught Alex, it's the face of someone who thinks they are losing everything they love.

#sorry if youve never read catching fire this probably makes no sense #im so lazy with world building #anyway hope someone likes this!!! #max/daniel #fic #like this isnt very imaginative #but i love this scene from the book and wanted to put my guys into it #and its almost 2am and i dont want tk typo fix l

[apradonite]

read @borrelia's transfem metal sonic fic and thought it'd pair greatly with another transfem legend

(misc doodles under the cut)

#if you ever read this hi. your fic gave me extreme transgender feelings at like 2am i HAD to make something for it #anyways this was also a test for lasso tool lineart and its. actually pretty fun LOL #it made coloring a bit more of a pain though since the line thickness is literally handdrawn so i just gotta figure out what works #anyways sorry for pitting two bad bitches against eachother. tgirls deserve to cause a little bloodshed #ALSO ALMOST FORGOT. dont tag this as genderbend pl0x #sonic the hedghog #sth #transfem sonic #metal sonic #transfem metal sonic #digital art #artists on tumblr #sega

[serendipitouscontaminant]

Look…there’s something deeply compelling about Gregory being in love with both of his best friends (never at the same time…unless…)

Think about it.

(musings after the cut)

Jacob completely oblivious to Gregory’s feelings because there’s absolutely no reason for him to believe that Gregory would ever like him like that. Sure, maybe he does have feelings for Gregory. So what? It’s never gonna happen. And Gregory likes Janine! Jacob knows he does. And Janine likes Gregory back! Jacob can’t break the bro code like that. (The bro in this case is Janine.)

Gregory unsure how to deal with his awkwardly timed bisexual awakening, which he can’t even consult with his Gay Friend about because his Gay Friend is the reason the bisexual awakening is happening.

Jacob trying to move on and date and have fun. Gregory being supportive through gritted teeth, terrified of shooting his shot after how things went down with Janine, because literally what is less emotionally safe, romance-wise, than making a move on his best guy friend?

Feeling like he can’t confide in Janine because—well, it’s obvious, right? But maybe…maybe he does eventually confide in Janine.

The pining. The denial. The heartbreak. The satisfaction??? There’s things THERE to EXPLORE!!!

Tl;dr Gregory/Jacob

#abbott elementary #gregory x jacob #gregory eddie #jacob hill #perhaps…perhaps there is a fic percolating… #literally anyone tell me they want to read it and i will write it #lbr i’ll write it anyway #also the sheer comedy of potentially getting clocked by ava and maybe even getting advice from her #it’s 2am so i am posting this and i will sleep now

[redrobin-detective]

Shout out to the fics you read years and years ago, fics you found on a whim late at night and read and moved on and yet their stories haunt. Pour one out for those fics you stand no chance in hell of finding again and yet even long after you read those words, you still find yourself affected by them. Here’s to the stories that exist without name, author or even words but just the gentle impression they left on you long ago.

#I read so much DP fic back in the day on FF that I'll never see again #I still remember one of the first I read where Danny had his accident became Phantom in front of sam and tuck #and then then fled hid from everyone for years and was in college when he hears of trouble in amity and returns #i read that like 18 years ago like just a random ass fic I read at 2am and yet #I think about it sometimes out of the blue how it made ME feel as a young 13 year old about the idea of abandoning everything to run #idk if the author cares about this story #if anyone else remembers it #it passed in and out of my life in less than a hour and yet a full childhood lifespan later I am making a tumblr post about it #there's something a little bit magical about that I think

[meadowlarkx]

#sorry for more 2am shitposting im coping with having read like all the fic at once #lhod #the left hand of darkness #my posts #the tag is sparse so i feel justified tossing this in there 😔

[baerryjj]

Portrait of little Millicent and her 8 ft + tall mothers <333🦋🌼

Fanart of Stolen by @bimbomcgee !!

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY DUDE WOOOOOO 🎉🎊🎉🎂💕 #CURRENTLY 2AM CUS I REALLY WANTED TO HAVE THIS DONE BY TODAY LOL #happy coincidence but hey it works LMAO #EVERYONE GO READ BIMBOMS FIC I DONT TALK NEARLY ENOUGH ABOUT IT #anyways Millicent tooth gap (real) #cus i said so and also Miyazaki told me specifically and no one else #elden ring #elden ring fanart #elden ring fanfic #malenia blade of miquella #cleanrot knight finlay #millicent elden ring #finlenia #wlw #art

[monstrsball]

suga will tell people that he's dating an "older" guy and they're always so confused when they meet iwaizumi because they seem to be the same age? and then iwa just sighs and informs him that he's three days older than him

#iwasuga #u have to laugh at this. #it's the law. #i feel like i only think this is so funny bc its 2am but idc #inspired by me reading too many fics where suga is referred to as 'the younger' fkldjfdslkj #it's three days bestie

[spinjitsuburst]

nah I really wanna reread when you think you’re all alone but knowing there’s like three certain sections that make me cry. i’m already sick do I wanna add to my poor face suffering

#this is a bad idea I say as a I open ao3 #its almost 2am too I should be asLEEP #also mondo if you see this hiiiiii #spinjitsu screams #y’know what I AM making a tag for my fic related ramblings #spinjitsu reads

[svnflowermoon]

me: oh, don't be silly. i don't need validation for my work, i know i'm good at writing :)

ao3: well... kudos??? comments??? bookmarks???? attention????????

me: ...well, i guess you could say i was wrong. i absolutely need validation for everything i do. *giggling kicking my feet smiling at my screen*

#luc posts #writing #ao3 #no bc 100 kudos on real sweet but i wish you were sober is insane actually i love you all #that was just a silly lil 2am wolfstar fic PEOPLE ACTUALLY READ THOSE????

[covenofthearticulate]

“Such a pity, that one.” Lestat steps through the mausoleum threshold, tight-laced boots clacking against the cold stone as he makes his way towards the deliciously slender silhouette hunched by the grave at the end. 

He’d like to think he could find his way back to this place with his eyes shut, or walking backwards through the rain. Even if each and every marker in the St. Louis cemetery were upturned or washed away, he could still find my way back to the earth which holds just a bit of his lover’s heart. The city may change, but the old bones will always remain. And Louis will always belong to the old soil.

“Such beauty. Such youth. Taken all too soon.” He heaves a sigh as he waits for said silhouette to retreat from his melancholy daze.

Even in the darkness, Lestat catches a glimpse of the red-rimmed evidence of tears, hastily wiped but still leaving behind a rusty coloring against the ghastly pale of Louis’ skin as he turns around. He had fed tonight, Lestat can tell by the smell of some vagrant clinging to his clothes. But the tears take so much out of them. 

What a tender ghost Louis makes, haunting his own grave.

It makes Lestat’s heart ache yet still he cannot seem to stop himself from pressing on: “They say he went mad, in the end. Ran his plantation into the ground. But what a way to go! He looked so fine, even when he was gambling away his fortune and drinking away his wits in the riverside taverns. Even then, he had such lovely burning cynicism. Even then he had that spellbound longing in his eyes.”

Behind his back, he carries a bouquet of flowers. Fresh lilies from the darling florist two blocks down. Lestat smiles as he walks closer, and even he cannot tell if it is cruel or genuine, but still he brings one hand up to tuck a wisp of hair behind Louis’ ear. 

“Do you think anyone remembers him?”

“Why are you here, Lestat?” 

[AO3]

#SCREAMS #yes i'm posting this at 2am And What About It #i have no idea if i like this fic but i need to get out of Editing Hell so here it is. idk man. #i'm still counting this as a win for being finished not too long after anne/louis' bday #ANYWAY please read and enjoy and tell me if it's decent lmfao i'm really kinda in the dark with this one #my writing #loustat #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt

[autistichanseo]

I have a (little shitty) mjjw oneshot I made around the finale but for some reason I’m scared to post it despite already having posted a fic before 😭

#strangers from hell #mjjw #I think it’s because every fic I’ve read from this fandom so far has been written like actual poetry #like its kinda insane to me #+ idk how good my characterisation is cos my subtitles were weird and i dont know how to characterise them yet #it was also started at like 2am and finished at 5am so

[violixs]

11:56 : Water drips down your back softly, but no gentler than the hands that rub soap onto your skin with the utmost care.

Minho is careful with the way he touches you. His hands move with precision and every single piece of knowledge he has come to learn about your body. White suds form against your skin, and once the bar of soap is placed back into the holder, he is massaging you so thoroughly you think he could be a professional.

Perhaps he is magic, because in his hold your whole body seemingly relaxes, shoulders dropping backwards and head tilting back as though any built up stress is physically leaving your body. He adores watching you like this, seeing every single reaction you make to his touch, seeing what you like and how you express it. There is nothing sexual about it; he is only thinking about the way you feel, how beautiful you look in such a simple situation, and the fact that all of his makes him realise how much he loves you.

Water cascades down your back as he watches the suds fall down your body. He is slightly relieved that you’re facing the opposite way, putting your full trust in him and that he’ll do the job of washing you perfectly, because he thinks that if you see his face, he’ll never hear the end of it. There’s almost undoubtedly a look of unadulterated fondness painted on his face that can only be there around you. He knows no one else has ever made him feel this way—he’s never been so desperate to make someone feel loved and cared for in his life. But it comes so naturally, the extra attentiveness as he massages your scalp with shampoo and ensuring it doesn’t get in your eyes, making sure he spends extra time on this one spot on your shoulders that has been making you sore. Nothing prompts him to do it other than the fact you are his sun and he would do anything for you and more.

He moves his body ever so slightly so he can see your face. The sight of your closing eyes and pursed lips makes his cat like grin come to life, and he can actually feel his heart lighten. Naturally, he thinks it’s insane—he thinks you’re insane—that one person can have such an impact on him. Yet your existence in its entirety is proof of that, and every day he is thankful he’s met you. He is thankful he can come home after a gruelling practice and jump in the shower with you like it’s the most casual thing ever, eternally grateful that he can bring you peace by merely washing your hair and that he gets to forget about the mindless worries of the day within the glass walls in your bathroom.

Instinctively, his hand moves to the top of your forehead when he rinses out the product from your hair. The subconscious want to protect you from all bad in the world is something he probably would’ve cringed at before your relationship. It sounds so tacky, so fake and sickly and overbearing, but he realises now that it is all a simple part of loving someone. It’s an instinct that activates inside unknowingly, and one that he doesn’t think will ever go away, but then again he hopes it never does. It’s not quite as he thought, either, there’s none of the jumping in front of things to save you or any dramatic acts that also act as a love confession. What it really is is the subtle things: the placing a hand on the table edge when you lean down to pick up something you’ve dropped, or ensuring you’ve had three meals a day and offering to make one if you haven’t.

His large hands grip your towel loosely as he rubs it against your body. He’s smiling ear to ear while drying you off, pulling your damp body impossibly close to his to the point you can practically feel the heat radiating off of each other. He’s gazing at you like he’s a teenager in love for the first time, and he thinks he could stay like this for a while.

Anywhere that you are and anything that you do, Minho thinks he could give a try, too. Having you with him is the most important thing, keeping you close and knowing that you’ll come back to him after you’ve been away. Trust. A fragile thing that can break easily and something that occasionally causes more damage than it does good, but he knows it’s not like that for you. Wrapping the towel around your body, annoyingly smushing your cheeks together once he’s done, he can confidently say he would trust you with his life.

Because that is the crazy thing Minho has realised about being in love with you. You make him want to do things he’s never wanted to do in his life simply because you’re there. You allow him to do things he doesn’t think he can go a day without anymore merely because he does them with you. Your showers are probably just one of his favourite: the innocence of the situation, the purity of your affection that surrounds your body in the form of steam and soap bubbles. The lack of care, the relief of worry and the simple laziness within your shared bathroom late into the weekday nights are just one of the many ways Minho shows his love to you (and vice versa), but quite easily his favourite.

#psa !!!! i am writing this at 2am and suddenly half way through i realised this might not be inclusive for all of my readers like people wit #hair that might take a lot more effort in the shower and is not as simple to wash so i am very sorry about that! however the hair is not #mentioned as a key part it’s more the actions he does around it so.. i hope it doesnt effect the read too much and it’s still comfortable #for u all <3 #skz #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids #stray kids fanfic #stray kids drabbles #stray kids fluff #stray kids fics #lee know fluff #lee know #skz lee know #lee know fanfic #lee know x reader #lee know timestamps #skz timestamps #lee minho x reader #skz minho #minho x reader #lee minho

[halftheway]

in honor of the two year anniversary of open arms, may i present: it’s not a leap of faith if you don’t trust the jump (redux)! it’s been awhile since i wrote the original & this silly oneshot being the beginning of a giant au i’ve spent two literal years on was Entirely unplanned, so i decided i wanted to rework it a little bit to be more in keeping with the rest of the series<3

#las nevadas polycule #open arms my dearly beloved. i hope yall enjoy #and i am posting this at 2am instead of a normal time bc im Hoping ppl will see it and read before theguapoduo wedding tomorrow #which will flood the dash. like as it should but also what about My gay people #anyway. read my fic boy (please)

[rainbowcarousels]

A gift for @desertfangs - for all the lovely fic you've given us, please enjoy some mortal Lestat/Nicki.

“I believe in nothing but the music,” Nicolas said, waiting only for a beat before he continued. It seemed as if he were re-evaluating his thoughts, as if something else had just occurred him. “And you. I do believe in you.”

Love bloomed in his chest like a rising heat. “Do you really?” Lestat asked.

His expression didn’t look warm. If anything, it looked as if he were admitting some terrible atrocity. “Yes,” Nicki said, lifting his chin. “And it’s terrible. I think I could have lived what was left of my miserable life destitute and dreary if not for the fact I do believe in you, in that dizzying hope that only you possess.”

After partying the night away with the troupe, Lestat and Nicki talk about destiny and hope.

#fic: the sting in the way you kiss me #gift fic #vc #nicki/lestat #nicolas de lenfent #lestat de lioncourt #this has not been beta read and it was 2am when i checked it #so if there's issues in spelling i will fix it tomorrow