#fic shit

[devils-sacrament-catering]

I am the horniest asexual I stfg I need there to be sex all the time thinking of it looking at it reading it writing it just pls I don't want to be involved

#lgbt #lgbtqia #ace #acespec #asexuality spectrum #asexuality #asexual #ace pride #fandom #ao3 #fic #fic shit #gentlebeard #bloodweave #bakudeku #destiel #ineffable husbands #nandermo #sterek #etc #it never fucking ends #lgbtq+

[majordemonblockparty]

that one line from bobby's hunting guide or whatever, about how john picked up dean one night on the side of the road after dean had gone out looking for him... in my gut I know john was a "get out of the car; you're hoofin' it from here" kind of parent. a "quit that right now or you're walking home; hope you can find you way" kind of parent.

so I need sam waiting on tenterhooks in the motel room of the week, up way past midnight waiting for john and dean to get back from a hunt. for him to breathe deeply for the first time in what feels like days when he hears the rumble of the loudest car in the universe rolling into the lot, and for john to give the special knock at the door and sam's so relieved to let them in, equilibrium resettling, all three of them together under one roof.

only dean's not with john.

he's not out under the weak light of the parking lot sodium lamps. he's not crouched over the back seat of the impala, rifling through the footwell. he's not unpacking gear from the trunk or coming back from the bank of vending machines with condensation-wet cans of squirt jammed in his pockets or leaning bloody and spent against dad's shoulder.

he's not. fucking anywhere.

I need sam losing his absolute shit, zero to feral in six-point-three seconds flat. screaming and scrabbling at john, "where is he where is he where the fuck is he?!" I need sam just sobbing with his whole chest because it finally happened, this is his nightmare, his literal worst fear realized because dean's dead out there somewhere and knowing dad, he's probably already salted dean down and soaked him in gasoline and lit him up, a tragedy with no loose ends.

I need sam just wailing, can't catch his breath crying, the ugly snotty gagging kind of crying as john finally just manhandles him back into the room and tries to tell him, "jesus, sammy. he's fine. thought it'd be a good idea to run that smartass mouth of his on the way back, so he's taking a little time to himself and walking the last stretch here."

I need sam who looks at john with more disgust and visceral loathing than a twelve year old should be able to manage. who grabs his coat off the bed and his knife from under the pillow and is out the door into the night before john can get a hand on him. I need sam sprinting down the busted concrete drive to the main road and taking off along the sloping gravel shoulder in the oh-dark-thirty blue-blackness, still crying but trying to get his breath back so he can holler for dean.

(I need dean trudging along in the pre-dawn dark, pulling up short when he hears the slip-slide of running feet on gravel headed towards him and his name screamed into the dark. dean who takes off at a dead run because sammy sammy sammy sammy shit-fuck sammy what's the matter)

(I need sam who launches himself bodily at dean when he finally gets close enough. who lets his heart pound rabbit-quick against dean's chest through their jackets. who's probably too big to be picked up and held like this, really, but who can't won't let go once he's got dean wrapped up in his arms. who slides around to dean's back and pulls dean's collar aside so he can put his ear to dean's pulsepoint as he's piggybacked the rest of the way back.)

anyways... john pretends to be asleep when they make it back to the motel. they know he's awake, he knows they know he's awake, but no way is he gonna look at sam's face again without at least five hours of sleep under his belt.

(nobody says a word about it when they pack up and check out in the morning. nobody says a word about it, ever.)

#fic shit #john winchester #headcanons & other nonsense #sam winchester #dean winchester #she speaks

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

*sticks head into fic* So… how’s it going in here?

*character crying*

The same, cool!

#fic shit #my posts #this is an hourly occurrence #sorry barry

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

#MWHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHA #SUFFER #whump #whump memes #whump humor #fic shit #whump community #whumpblr #my posts #my memes

[spacewives-in-spacetime]

tip for fic writers: ever in a writing slump? do what you're supposed to be doing (studying, reading, doing homework) and then, boom, instant fic inspo. or try going to sleep, either one.

#fic shit #fic things #writing #writers on tumblr #fanfiction #fanfic #writing problems #writing is hard

[honestlysweatyking]

for (one of my) camp nanowrimo fics I'm having connor (mcdavid) try a bunch of hobbies and its really fun to try to go through and write about how he'd be bad at almost all of them. so far I have:

Knitting- too fiddily

Crochet- holes too small for the crochet hook to go through (his tension is wack)

Running- doesn't count because thats a sport

Pottery- clay feels gross on his hands and hes also so very bad at it

Movie watching- also not a hobby

Reading- sports leadership books don't count connor

Painting- messy, paint also feels gross, worse at that then pottery

Video editing- doesn't have any videos to edit

Learning a language- Connor chose german and does his best but it takes a while so results inconclusive

Woodworking- cut his hand a lil bit and got freaked out

Writing- “connor i love you to death but you are a shit writer”

Chess- “of course youd be good at chess” (WINNNN) (he isnt actually good at chess leons just worse and he cant play with anyone else)

Beekeeping- connor is afraid of bugs

Dance- “yk connor for an athlete whos job is to be in control of their body you sure are bad at controlling your body” 

Cooking/baking- fun but no one to share the food with :/

Puzzles -WINNN ITS RELAXING but oh wait what do i do with the puzzle once its done oh shit i don't wanna take it apart but where does it like go

if anyone knows of any other hobbies he would do during covid please lmk

#hes my fav loser #fic shit #perspective fics #my camp nanowrimo #connor mcdavid

[lem4n-sh0rk]

Stage 1 (Civilian Mode)

| Stage 2 | Stage 3 | MC Quirk Analysis |

MC's finally here! Ngl this took waaay longer than I expected it to, mostly because I kept going through different iterations, but in the end I ended up with something I'm satisfied with!

Excluding body type (and skin tone obvi), this is how MC/Reader is portrayed in the story— At least concerning their hero costume.

No actual transformation needed to achieve this stage (its just the user in their day-to-day life)

Shark-esq attributes include: gills, sharp teeth, and increased strength/swimming prowess

Though the gills are rather faint and almost unnoticeable, they're very sensitive to things like texture. Skin- tight tops are a no-go UNLESS the midriff remains exposed or at least has enough breathing room, otherwise it's just loose shirts/hoodies/sweaters for you

The scar on the left leg is from MC's twin brother :))

#sh0rk 4rt #original character #bnha #2b or not 2b #fic shit #MC #not me dropping subtle lore for my fic via art 😳

[derpylittlenico]

sometimes i endlessly scroll Tumblr or Pinterest when bored, but sometimes i draw maps for fics idefk if i will ever write.

#beacon hills #my artwork #canonically inaccurate maps #fic insp #fic shit

[ismenejane]

someone just left comments on every single chapter of one of my wips

they are very short comments, some just one word, but i tell ya i suddenly have the desire/energy to keep writing this

#out there looking for me #dincobb #fanfiction #fic shit #writer shit #my writing #comments #ao3 #this stuff makes all the difference i stg

[beholdingthegaytimes]

18,800 words and still more porn needs to be written. Hold my hand for I am weak.

#I am in awe of the fic writers that throw out 100000 words fics in a month #you are so sexy and hot for that #ao3 #fic shit

[goldheartedsky]

great news: I've finished writing this AU

terrible news: I now have to type up thirty five pages of writing

#fic shit #personal

[devils-sacrament-catering]

Opening that one fic in a tab again just to loiter there and spend more time with it

#fic #fic shit #ao3 #ofmd #gentlebeard #go #ineffeble husbands #wwdits #nandermo #bakudeku #destiel #sterek #victuuri #yoi

[majordemonblockparty]

There's a lot of rules that go unwritten amongst people like them.

Don't involve civilians any more than you absolutely have to. Keep silver bullets, iron rounds, and hawthorn stakes in easy reach. Learn your incantations from lapsed Catholics, because mispronounced Latin can kill in this line of work. Don't hit the same town twice, and if you call someone to cover, let 'em know what your pretext was. Don't store your gear in one spot, but do store it someplace properly warded. Buy salt like it's going out of style. Tell a hundred different stores clerks you breed tropical fish for fun.

And even if you keep to all the rest of the rules, there's one more that's been proven true in every case Bobby's ever heard of:

Hunter's of their kind and calibre don't die old.

Most of 'em smoke like chimneys and drink like fish and flirt with all kinds'a heavy-duty pharmaceuticals, and nearly all of 'em are totally flagrant about it because things like cirrhosis and lung cancer aren't real likely to be a primary cause of death for men like them. They're the sort who'll drive two-hundred miles through the night on minimum maintenance gravel roads blind drunk with one good arm and no seatbelts because men like them die bloody and hard as a rule.

John Winchester isn't an exception.

"They're in a motor lodge off I-29," he tells Bobby, that wet, lung-blood gurgle bubbling under the words. "Dean knows where to get keys for the storage lockers. Bobby," he says, blood running from his mouth, from his ears and nose, looking ten years younger and twice as scared, and just like that, finger-snap quick, the bad blood between them is bleached clean. "You take care of those boys, hear me? Tell my boys I love 'em."

John presses the plastic motel fob with its one battered key into his palm, the blood on both their hands suction-sealing their skin together; a covenant; this is my blood, given for them.

"I will," he says, vow-solemn, 'til death and all the rest. "John, you know I will."

John Winchester dies bloody and hard on an overcast Tuesday morning in the spring of '96, somewhere between Halliday and Eland.

Rufus Turner and Robert Singer give him a hunter's funeral worthy of the man they lay to rest on a bier of sap-sticky pine boughs.

At least, that's what they tell the boys when they turn up at the Mound City Motor Court two days later, Bobby helming the Impala and Rufus in the truck.

(That last bit -- John dyin' bloody on a Tuesday -- that's true. He did, and they did put him to the pyre, afterwards.)

(It's the rest of that pretty ending that's shit spun to gold for nobody's benefit but the boys'.)

#fic shit #wip wednesday #rufus and bobby murder husbands au #she speaks #supernatural headcanon #headcanons & other nonsense

[angst-is-love-angst-is-life]

Me online, in my head, and when writing: 👏PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS👏I LOVE PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS👏PLATONIC INTIMACY👏 GIVE ME MORE PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS👏

Also me when writing certain scenes: These bitches gay

#oh these are about the same fic btw #I want to practice what I preach #I’ll get my beta’s opinion first #but I think the ship is about to set sail #fuck #‘I don’t like romantic relationships can be formed in a healthy way so soon after whump like this’ #… #I stand by that statement #however #this is getting difficult to keep platonic #fuck we’ll see I guess #fic shit #writing #writing things #my posts

[whump-is-love-whump-is-life]

Me, writing: And just a *pinch* of dehumanization

#I’m having so much fun #not sorry #suffer #fic shit #whump #whump humor #my posts #it gets worse with every draft

[spacewives-in-spacetime]

don't bother me, im doing research (reading a million fics and writing some too)

#reading #writing #fanfic #fic shit