#first time posting my own fic

[blink182times]

After the Battle (HP fanfic excerpt)

[after the epilogue chapter]

Harry, Ginny, and Lily sat in the sitting room anxiously awaiting the letter that would announce Albus’s house. The sorting must’ve happened an hour ago, thought Harry, checking his watch every now and then. Another ten minutes passed as the three of them silently stared at the fireplace, when all of a sudden, a small tap interrupted the quiet, tense atmosphere. Harry got up and opened the window to let a small, tawny owl into the house. He unrolled the letter and let out a cry of shock.

“Albus has been placed in Slytherin.”

Ginny gasped in surprise. Lily jumped up and ripped the letter out of her father’s hands. 

“There must be a mistake,” she cried. “Albus can’t have been put in Slytherin. That’s impossible.”

Harry gently took the letter back and said, “Lily, we must be happy for your brother. There is nothing bad about Slytherin.”

“No – no! It doesn’t make sense! We must write to Professor Mcgonagall right now!” Lily whined.

Harry looked helplessly at his wife. Ginny was at loss of words – her mouth still wide open. “But – but…” she stammered, reading the letter herself. There was a pause of silence between the three of them. Then Ginny stood up and said, “We must write to congratulate him. Come on now.” She went over to the writing desk in the corner and took out a piece of parchment and a quill. 

“‘Dear Al,’” she began. “‘Congratulations on being put in Slytherin. Your Mum and Dad and Lily are so pleased, albeit it did come as quite a pleasant surprise. We know about Slytherin’s reputation, and you being in Slytherin has nothing to do with the actions of a few bad wizards. There were plenty of good wizards in Slytherin – please don’t blame yourself. I’m sure the Sorting Hat has a perfectly good reason for putting you in that house. We are still proud of you. Love, Mum, Dad, and Lily’” Ginny finished and looked at Harry to see if there was anything else to add.

“Well, I know for sure I’m going to be put in Gryffindor,” Lily interjected. 

Harry took his daughter’s hands. “You know who this house belonged to?”

“Yes…Godfather Sirius,” Lily answered, looking confused.

“Yes. The entire Black family was in Slytherin for generations, with the only exception of Godfather Sirius, who was a Gryffindor. His family shunned him for being in Gryffindor. We mustn’t do the same towards Albus, okay?”

Lily looked into her father’s eyes, thinking for some time. “Okay,” she agreed. “But I still think I’m going to be in Gryffindor.” And with that, she ran up the stairs to her bedroom. 

“Oh, Harry. I’m so worried now,” Ginny said, her head in her hands. “What if he gets bullied by the others? James won’t always be there to protect him. What if James taunts him too?”

Harry took his wife’s hands into his own. “He’ll be fine. I’m sure of it.”

“What if he can’t make any friends? What if he-” She was cut off by the sudden ring of the phone. Harry rushed to pick it up.

“Hello?”

“Harry? Oh wonderful news: Rosy is in Gryffindor!” Hermione cried excitedly on the other end of the phone.

“Oh congrats! Albus is in Slytherin,” Harry replied, trying to sound equally excited.

“Oh – oh well…I mean, that’s great!” Hermione said, trying to hide the subtle tone of disappointment. “Erm, Ron wants to come over. He’s quite beyond himself right now.”

“Er, yeah sure,” Harry said, mouthing the message to Ginny. 

Ginny shrugged.

“Wonderful! We’ll be there in a second.”

Nearly a couple minutes later, there was a sudden whoosh in the fireplace and out climbed Ron, Hermione, and Hugo. 

“Wonderful, isn’t Harry… I knew Rosy would be in Gryffindor. It runs in the family,” Ron excitedly chattered. 

Hermione elbowed Ron. 

“Oh, right! It’s great Al is in Slytherin,” he said unconvincingly, as they sat down in the sitting room. Hugo had run up to join Lily in her bedroom. Harry poured them all some firewhisky. “What’s the chance the entire family is going to be in Gryffindor…” he added, half convinced.

“True, true. We are very happy Al is in Slytherin,” Ginny concluded. 

“Here’s to a new generation,” Harry toasted, and they downed their whiskey. 

After a period of silence, Ginny said, “I’m just worried about Al, you know. What if he doesn’t have any friends? What if he gets bullied?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m sure he’ll be fine. He has James,” Hermione said, patting Ginny’s arm.

“And Rosy!” Ron added.

“Yes, but James can be a bit harsh, can’t he…” Ginny said, concerned. 

“We’ll make sure he won’t,” Harry comforted. “We’ll write him a letter as soon as possible.”

Ginny nodded, looking much more relaxed.

[end here]

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #first time posting my own fic #how did i do #very much a first draft #plz don't judge my writing skills lol #fanfic #hp #hp fanfic #hp one shot #ginny potter #ginny weasley #ron weasley #hermione weasley #19 years later #fanfiction #headcanon

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

i have this really stupid idea in my head that im frankly a little obsessed with and the idea is this: trent crimm doing a drunk history episode on ted lasso's first tenure at richmond. is that how drunk history works? i don't think so. do i care? absolutely not. it's a special episode who cares because this image is not only hysterical to me but treasured. i treasure this image. i hold it close in my heart and also laugh and laugh and laugh.

#ted is played by what is very visibly a butch lesbian in a huge fake mustache. #roy is inexplicably played by himself in a wig. #ternt drunkenly and passionately explaining this whole thing. he says his own line and the trent actor (who also has a wig) gets to act it #trent waving his hands as he's explaining all this. the host being like 'not very often we get to have someone include the part where They #come into the story' and trents like [dorkiest finger guns] #also yes i said first tenure bc this scenario lives in post canon fantasy fix it land where ambiguously ted comes back to richmond #at some point. and also both bc my tedependent heart is obsessed and bc it's really funny #marries trent. just bc i want this to end with trent--hammered and pleased as punch--being like AND THEN I MARRIED HIM!!!!! #[falls back on couch happily] :) #also in the line of that great 5+1 social media fic #by jessjessthebest. a sequel thats just like a youtube video like #'we made ted lasso and trent crimm watch that episode of drunk history about them' and trent is just. head in hands the whole time. #ted is DELIGHTED. #anyway i rotate this in my brain fucking DAILY. it's so goddamn funny to me. #ted lasso #tedependent #tedtrent #trent crimm #the line in question being 'is this a fucking joke' i just realized i did not clarify that #no but really im obsessed with this it's so fucking funny #also any image trent had left of being a ruthless ex journalist is thoroughly ruined #all of his former colleagues have seen him and drunk and giggling and fully admitting what he was thinking at the time and oh boy #hes a disaster <3

[jack-kellys]

i found something in the woods somewhere, by @we-are-inevitable

hello everyone :)

this is my art for jac's bang fic! i'm going to release more throughout the weekend, since this au is chock full of eerie artistic imagery, be it the characters of davey and jack... or the character of the forest. she is dangerous, she is loving, and i think jac wrote her stunningly!

all my love & thanks for @newsiesminibang24 for hosting this event, it’s been so fun to be apart of!!

#and be on the lookout for my own fic may 9th waugh!!! #this was soooo fun to make there's like 20 textures in this image..... i hope it posts nicely. it's Large. #jac ily and i hope you enjoy this and anything else i post in the next couple days for this! first chapter eats and i cannot wait for more ! #newsies #newsies au #newsies art #newsies fanart #davey jacobs #jack kelly #fizz freaks #fizz draws #ough my wrist #WE ARE THE 🤞🏼 TEAM OF ALL TIME FR

[mamawasatesttube]

one thing that is kinda wild to notice is the way fic seems to have gotten a shorter and shorter lifespan over the years. granted, i only have my own anecdotal experience to go by, and there's plenty of factors that can contribute to that, but it's wild because like i remember posting fic in like 2015 would get so much more engagement over time than posting fic today. in 2015 if i posted something i generally would get comments and interaction with it for a week or so before it tapered off into obscurity. today, its like. you post a fic and after 24 hours its dead in the water. odd.

#rimi talks #on the one level i don't care because i know the value of my own effort #on another level it's like... man. this really does incentivize me to stop writing stuff that's long #bc you get more people actually talking to you about your work if its short and you post constantly #of course posting constantly is like. a recipe for super fast burnout #and i LIKE writing longer stuff in the like novellaish range #but the way fics just Dont get comments after the first day or so is so wild to me bc i SWEAR it wasnt always that fast a cycle #i mean comics fandom might just be worse about it than any fandom ive been in before #but i dont know!! it FEELS like a general trend over time at least.

[chiropteracupola]

today I am drawing the silly video game men again, tomorrow who can say what will happen!

#em draws stuff #team fortress 2 #medic tf2 #engineer tf2 #merasmus #scout tf2 #gettin' a little goofy with it today aren't we lads #...and house is sort of also there but he is Chunky Marinara at this time. think nothing of it. #there is going to be a part 2 of these because the silliness got a little out of hand #first of these is a text post (as you can see) second is from the tags of jon dxppercxdxver's 'they mangled house' fic #and third is from my own writing notes for a story that you may eventually get to read if things proceed swimmingly #it has been a long time since I drew all scribblescrabble and loose like this and I really think I ought to do it more

[thatonegayship]

I loved the cowboy comic so much that I wrote a oneshot for it. https://archiveofourown.org/works/50934235 🥺 your art is BEYOND amazing, ty for the food

INCREDIBLE!!!!!

#billdip #I honestly loved this story start to finish with the ambience and quick pace #hadn't considered the possibility of Bill and Dipper actually working *together* but it's always a good time when they do ❤️ #sorry it took so long to reblog 🥲 #I read it like- Right when you posted. But I had to catch a plane and then drive an extra hour home and immediately get on zoom for class #and today i was just all around exhausted so i slept roughly 70% of the entire day dndsjdndnd #all that to say that I had your fic in the back of my mind and I very much wanted to set some time aside and re-read it when I got the chan #honestly with how well you set things up I would've loved to see your own rendition of their first kiss #You established their relationship really well at the start and brought them together by the end after outsmsrtong those bandits #it feels like you have a better understanding of who they are to each other than even i do 😌 very much a fan #i love when stories incorporate those sort of 'habits' that the love interests fall into #that confuses character A while character B is so clearly using it as an excuse to get close and spend more time with them #i squealed like a maniac when Bill was like oooph lemme walk you home 😏🤠 #sir i am going to wrangle you up if you don't compose yourself #and Dipper's just wary of him because people as handsome as bill used to pick on him 😢 #little does he know he's grown into a 10/10 cutie patootie that any cowboy would be stupid NOT to smooch #I'm a simple man. I read oblivious low-confidence cowboy being pursued by a hottie on a horse. I lose my shit #Awesome wonderful writing!!! so happy to have caught your eye and i hope to continue pumping out content for this wonderfully weird ship

[local-diavolo-anon]

*throws this at u*

#ai scraping made me over anxious to post my work #but alas i can't glaze shit for now because of how little space and ram my pc has #so to beat fear #have this #william afton #fnaf springtrap #springtrap #fnaf 3 #fnaf 3 springtrap #five nights at freddy's #afton built #the guy there is like #the mc of afton built #and also a support character in a fic that i have not published yet #yeah i make my own unpublished fics art #not the first time either ngl #my art #not an ask #fnaf #illustration #can't see shit on my screen #i made this in less than 3 hours have mercy

[oceanwithouthermoon]

kubosai... save me...

kubosai

save me kubosai

#let me be so real #i really miss the feeling i had when i first joined tdlosk tumblr and scrolled the entire kubosai tag #like it took me some time to get through all the (tagged) kubosai tumblr posts and ao3 fics #i miss that so bad. #what was i even doing in the days i was fixating on kubosai but hadnt even downloaded this app yet #anyway.. #i know i can make my own content but im so bad at getting it done #i might start posting wips on here to motivate myself to actually finish them for ao3.. #idk #i have a LOT of wips... #lots of fics and a few drawings #i wish i could just finish and share them with u guys but im so. my brain. my brain is empty. #every time i think im gonna have motivation to finish i fic i just end up starting a new wip ??? UGHHHH #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k. #saiki kusuo #kuboyasu aren #kubosai #meows post

[griseldabanks]

For the Let Me Count the Ways ask game, would you do 31. "I wish..." for Legolas and Gimli, please?

Let Me Count the Ways ask game

The westering sun glimmered through the golden leaves of Caras Galadhon, casting its dappled light upon the grass. The breeze that filtered through the branches blew in from the south, carrying with it the first fresh hints of spring. The song of water splashing from beautiful fountains and trickling through a thousand tiny streams between the great roots of the mallorn trees echoed through the quiet evening air.

Blind to these beauties, Legolas passed like a shadow between the trees, head bowed, eyes upon his feet. At any other time, he would have been overjoyed to see this glorious city with his own eyes, to walk its paths and breathe in the scents of niphredil and elanor.

Yet there was a heaviness in the air, a weight in his chest that would not abate, and every sight and sound of beauty only pierced him deeper. The others spoke of their loss—Sam had even composed a poem—but Legolas found that he could not. Something stopped his lips, a sorrow and a fear that defied all speech. He could not even translate the Elven songs he heard for the others.

He had not wandered far when he became aware of a new scent, one that brought him up short. Smoke.

For a moment, he saw a fearsome being of smoke and flame, rising from the shadows to tower above the trees...but no. No, this was a small fire of underbrush and twigs—innocuous, if unexpected.

Stepping around the trunk of a large tree, Legolas found the source of the smoke in a small fire, built on the ground in the tree's shadow. All vegetation had been carefully scraped away in a circle around the fire.

Gimli sat tending the fire, bareheaded and with only a small axe hanging from his belt. Reddish hair spilled over his shoulders in braids, freed from the bands that normally held the braids together at the nape of his neck. He sat silently as Legolas watched, staring unblinking into the flames.

Legolas finally spoke when Gimli merely continued to sit there, unmoving. “If you are cold, would it not be wiser to ask for more blankets?”

With a start, Gimli turned and looked up at him.

“Such a small fire cannot bring much warmth,” Legolas continued. But then, he was continually surprised by what his mortal companions considered to be comfortable. Some of them chose to inhale smoke, yet complained when the smoke from their cookfire blew into their eyes. The halflings walked about barefoot in all weather, yet shivered and complained about the cold when it snowed. Perhaps this small of a fire was adequate for a Dwarf.

“I do not tend this fire for warmth, Master Elf,” Gimli grunted. “But fear not. I will see that the flames do not burn any of your precious trees.”

“I did not insinuate that—“ Legolas bit his tongue and took a deep breath. Now was not the time. Striving to keep his tone more neutral, he began again. “Then why do you tend this fire, Master Dwarf?”

Gimli shifted a little so his back was turned to Legolas, an obvious dismissal. “It is a Dwarven custom,” he said stiffly. “I would not expect you to understand.”

For a moment, Legolas thought of turning on his heel and leaving Gimli to whatever it was that had drawn him away from the others. After all, he clearly did not want Legolas there.

And yet...Legolas had just come from the others. They all rested, finding solace for their griefs and comfort for their weariness. Legolas had tried to rest. He had tried to seek out his own people and the comfort of their familiar customs. He had tried wandering alone.

The ache remained.

“No,” he admitted in a soft voice. “I do not understand. But I should like to learn.” He strode closer, sitting with his legs folded underneath him, on the other side of the little fire. “May I watch?”

Gimli's brows bristled, his eyes glinting with the reflection of the flames. But after a long moment of glaring through the heat shimmers, he merely grunted, “Do as you please.”

When he returned his attention to the fire, the anger seeped out of his face, leaving behind nothing but a weary sadness. He sat still for a moment, then with a sigh, he reached into his boot and pulled out a small, sharp knife that he held in one hand. With the other hand, he pulled one of his reddish braids over his shoulder.

A flash of steel, and the braid lay in the palm of his rough hand. Closing his eyes, Gimli murmured, “Balin.” Then he dropped the length of hair into his little fire. The flames crackled hungrily about it, devouring the hair in seconds and adding to the smoke curling into the air above their heads.

Gimli selected another braid, a narrower one just over his temple. One stroke of the blade, and it joined the first, cast into the fire. “Ori.”

As Gimli continued, Legolas realized he was reciting the names of the fallen Dwarves they had found in Moria. His kin...his friends. Legolas remembered how Gimli had boasted of the comforts they would enjoy when they reached the underground city. Easily he recalled the cry of anguish from Gimli when they found Balin's tomb at last.

Again and again, Gimli cut the long braids from his head and cast them into the flames. So many had fallen. So many lives lost to darkness and fear and cruel death. And then, with one final slice, Gimli tossed the thickest braid yet into the fire and sighed, “Gandalf.”

The ache rose up in Legolas' chest, growing tighter and tighter, more painful than Legolas thought he could stand. His hand fell to his belt and pulled out his own knife, a long, slender blade with an ivory hilt. Then, reaching up to the narrow braid that hung behind his ear, he sliced through the strand of hair.

There it lay, pale in the palm of his hand, so different from the thick reddish tresses Gimli had cut. “Mithrandir,” he murmured, then tossed it into the flames.

The fire roared up around it just as it had with Gimli's braids, turning it to ash within seconds. The fire knew no difference between Elf and Dwarf.

And as the scent of his own burning hair reached his nostrils, Legolas felt the ache begin to recede as if the flames consumed his pain as well. Perhaps not even his grief could withstand the fire.

Together, they sat staring at the heart of the fire, where together the remains of their hair crumbled away into ash. An Elf and a Dwarf, sitting in complete silence under the boughs of a tree, watching as their tiny fire burnt away to nothing.

By the time the last embers winked out, night had fallen upon Caras Galadhon. Now starlight and moonlight streamed through the branches of the trees, and a chill hung in the air that made Legolas even more aware of the absence of the fire's warmth. But still he waited, watching Gimli in silence.

At last, Gimli rose, stooping to make sure the fire was fully extinguished and then brushing off his hands. Legolas slowly got to his feet as well, unsure whether he should speak or not.

“Why?” Gimli's voice was hoarse, and full of an emotion Legolas could not decipher. He did not look up. “Why not...sing your songs? As the rest of your people do?”

“Because the songs bring me no comfort.”

Gimli did look up at him then, his eyes keen even in the darkness. But of course, he was a Dwarf. “And so you sought out me, of all people, for comfort?” Skepticism dripped from every word.

“Not...I did not expect....” Legolas fumbled over his words, and he did not know why. He felt none of the anger or outrage he might have, once. It seemed to have burnt away in the fire as well. “I...I wish....”

He hesitated. He did not know how Gimli would react to the thoughts slowly solidifying in his mind, and suddenly Legolas realized he wanted to avoid angering the Dwarf. Not out of fear or a simple desire to keep the peace, but...out of respect. Gimli had shared with him a small piece of his grief, and quarreling in this moment felt the same as if Legolas had stamped out Gimli's fire with his foot.

“Yes?” Gimli asked, crossing his arms. “What do you wish?”

“I wish I could have seen Khazad-dûm in the days of its glory,” Legolas said in a rush, stumbling slightly over sounds so unfamiliar to his tongue. “I wish I could have seen those great halls filled not with darkness, but with light and life and...everything else you spoke of. Not overrun with Orcs and...other evils.”

Gimli shuddered. “Let us not speak of that.”

Fingers of fear clenched around Legolas' own heart as his thoughts strayed to the end of their journey through Moria. “Then let us speak of wonder and beauty,” he murmured. “Will you not tell me of the days when mithril was mined, or the beauties that were wrought from it? Or perhaps you could tell me of your kin, if you would.”

Gimli cocked his head to one side, looking Legolas up and down as if seeing him for the first time. “Why would you want to hear about that?”

“There is much I do not know about this world.” He drew a deep breath. “And much I was told that I begin to think was wrong. Or at the very least, not the entire truth.” He met Gimli's eyes unwaveringly. “Long has there been strife between our peoples, Master Dwarf. But it need not be so between us. Mithrandir would not wish it so.”

Bowing his head in sorrow, Gimli murmured, “No, he would not.” When he looked up at Legolas again, a small smile twitched underneath his beard. “And it's Gimli, lad. No need to be formal.”

Legolas blinked in surprise. Never before had he been called 'lad' by someone a mere fraction of his own age. Recalling his manners, he bowed deeply, hand upon his heart. “Very well, Gimli.”

“So, you wish to hear about mithril, do you?” Gimli asked, as they turned to leave the little clearing. “I never saw Moria while the mines were in use, but my father told me the tale of when it was first discovered....”

They walked side-by-side through the trees in the starlight, Legolas shortening his stride to match Gimli's as they spoke of days long past. The silvery rays of the moon illuminated shorn locks on each of their heads, the fraying ends of braids in red and gold blowing free in the wind.

A strange sight to others, but to those two, it brought peace.

#ask and you shall receive #general-illyrin #ask games #let me count the ways #lord of the rings #lotr #legolas #gimli #my first time writing for them so i hope i did okay! #very much inspired by a never-posted fic from an ex-friend of mine but i tried to make the concept my own #this is supposed to be specifically fanfiction of the book but i can't help being influenced by the movies either #particularly in the case of gimli calling legolas 'lad' or 'laddie' - sorry not sorry that's just here to stay now #also if i could draw i would totally do a picture of them re-braiding each other's hair after it grows out a bit more #legolas with dwarf braids and gimli with elf braids YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!! <3

[astranauticus]

Do mechanites cry?

#rolling with difficulty #vrla rwd #mrsn rwd #vr la rwd #mr sn rwd #art i made #yet another thing i drew then just fully forgot to post LMAO #man i had to listen to 3.7 like 3 times for this. goddammit #easter egg: the 4 big infernal books in the shelf all say contract law like its a textbook series i guess #the small one next to them says Doctor Faustus bc i was looking to my irl bookcase for inspiration #and the christopher marlowe play was one of my alevel lit texts #also i think it would be really funny if the devils have their own version of the story of the deal with the devil guy #honestly this may have been the kinda. last straw of my burnout cuz this was a lot of time spent on a lot of stuff im really not good at #and none of it turned out... exactly how i wanted but oh well. it is what it is #ok the kinda annoying thing about me spending far too fucking long drawing super emotional scenes like this is i kinda #desensitise myself to whatever im drawing. like i felt it the most with the demon possession comic i casually tossed into the discord #bc thats the exact kinda angst i personally LOVE but it just doesnt have the same punch after ive been staring at it for 5 hours straight #(anyway go read cal's fic about it its on ao3 and its bloody good) #all this to say. when i first listened to 3.7 and austin had that exchange of like #'noir can i ask you a lore question' 'sure..?' 'do mechanites cry?' #i straight up got fuckin CHILLS. and sometimes i forget that but i try to force myself not to

[meownotgood]

Can I ask what your ✨Aki journey✨ was like? I’m a Aki girlie but you clearly love Aki more than any blog I’ve ever seen (purrr) When did you start becoming interested in him? Was it an aHA moment or did it develop over time? I’m really curious!!! What inspired you to start this blog? I live, laugh, love backstories 🫶🏾❤️‍🔥

YES I would be so happy to answer this!!!!!!!

so before I read chainsaw man, I knew next to nothing about it, I wasn't really a manga reader in general to be honest but I started getting into it because I wanted to get caught up with jujutsu kaisen after finishing the anime. when I did, I really enjoyed jjk, I wanted to read more manga and a friend suggested I read chainsaw man because it's similar. I was like okay... a lot of people are into it... it looks cool... why not.

and when I started reading and I got to that third chapter and I saw aki... I literally said to myself: yeah, he is going to be my favorite. because he's exactly my type — the suit, the hair tied up so it's long and pretty when he takes it down, the SMOKING??? THE PIERCINGS????? I thought his hair was silly but adorable, his personality was stern but quirky and likable, his kon power was so cool. he was just so cute and hot and definitely my type of character.

but really, even though aki was always my favorite character from the start, my obsession truly began when I finished the manga. aki's arc is just so good... I fell in love with him the whole way through but especially after the manga was over... I loved watching him grow as a character, he just feels so real and relatable personality wise and story wise. he's immensely flawed but kindhearted to his core. he's so human. I love how he's emotional and soft and the conclusion to his arc is genuinely my favorite thing in any piece of media ever, it's so bittersweet and compelling. (and I'm a mess for that bittersweet shit okay)

anyway after I read chainsaw man for the first time I was feeling a mix of emotions between "wow that was the greatest thing ever" and "what the fuck did I just read" but more than anything I yearned for more aki, and so I read it a second time almost immediately after, and then the aki brain infection just grew worse and worse.... was screenshotting every panel of him... I read it a third time... a fourth time in the colored version to collect more panels......... I started my blog over a year ago to post fanfic and rant about aki and the rest is history

#I love this question #I also think it's important to say #albeit it's a bit silly #when I read chainsaw man I was going through a pretty hard time in my life #I'd gone through a bad breakup and I felt very lost #I was reading a lot of manga because I needed something to do to get my mind off things #I think that's part of the reason why I got attached to aki so quickly... #but he means a lot to me because of that #aki helped me to become myself again #also I'm sure I've said this before #but I started writing fanfic because I'd read all the fanfic of aki and #I still needed more #I thought it would be fun bc I always enjoyed writing but it'd been years since I did #suddenly on a random night at 3 in the morning I was like #you know what... I can't sleep... I know how to write... I can make my own aki content... let's do it #and I wrote that first fic like there was no tomorrow #(don't read it btw it sucked BAHAHA) #I posted it on ao3 for fun expecting no one to care but when just a handful of people read it and said they liked it I was overjoyed #I'm grateful I started writing again... I'm glad I get to do what I love and write about what makes me happy #and people actually enjoy it?? THAT'S CRAZY #sorry for ranting too much #can't wait to see where this journey will continue to take me #ask mags

[marvelgaynesstothemax]

ITS DONE.

MY FIRST AO3 FANFICTION. 🫡

BEHOLD:

SMUT.

@v4leoftears

#ao3 #ao3 link #first ao3 fic #fratt #punisher #frank castle #daredevil #matt murdock #frankmatt #text post #archive of my own #gayshipsareyayships #it’s been a long time coming #fanfiction

[perexcri]

happy one year to her and one of my better opening lines for a fic <3

now, because i'm curious:

#to hell and back again #i genuinely can't believe it's a year but i guess that's how time works huh :') #anyway umm gonna leave some retrospective thoughts in the tags: #1. i hold this fic near to my heart but also have a very complicated relationship with it now- #mostly bc i feel like my writing has improved so much and it's hard for me to reread parts of this lol #2. i honestly feel like it's a product of its time? like i think if i was publishing it now people wouldn't like it nearly as much #(especially with the opening line wHICH HAS A POINT AND COMES FULL CIRCLE AT THE END OK JUST TRUST ME) #3. on a sadder note this also means it's been a year since we had to put my family's eldest dog down #i remember i was gonna post this first chapter later when i had finished another fic up #but then our dog just like. straight up started dying on my mom's bedroom floor #and my mom was too distressed/upset to take her to the vet so i had to put her in my car and take her on my own #and then had to go to work right after that #so yeah i was upset and was like 'well dammit im gonna post this then bc it's silly and makes me laugh and i am sad' #so yeah!! some thoughts and behind the scenes info for anyone who's bothered to read this many tags #idk these things just feel like Tags thoughts not Post thoughts #anyway thanks for all the love this one has gotten!! i'm glad people are still enjoying it though *will voice* it's been a year mike #byler

[seventh-district]

was about to lowkey pat myself on the back for having the most liked playlist for Big Red (YuuriVoice) on Spotify but. after further searching i believe it may be the only Big Red (YuuriVoice) playlist on Spotify 😭

#Seven.txt #yuurivoice #music stuff #rp audio stuff #(might as well go ahead and make a tag for it with how much i've been posting abt it lately) #what is a win when there is no competition #(that is a Joke i do not consider playlist making to be a competition. i am Truly Shocked that anyone likes any of my playlists) #like my music taste is awful! i made those playlists to please my own taste why r u guys even here #*looks at my Dark Mode Alphonse playlist with 150+ likes* WHO ARE ALL YOU PEOPLE #but like. that is so funny to me #am i just not finding the other Big Red playlists or am i the only person insane enough abt him to make a playlist #where's that 'if x has 1 million fans meme' #If Big Red has 1 fan‚ that one is me #and the 42 ppl that liked the playlist lmao #If Big Red has 43 fans- #okay i'm done joking around #i'm supposed to be drafting up a fic for a completely different character to post rn but i'm fucking around on Spotify instead. whoops #like sorry but the Big Red audio on Patreon yesterday hit me in the heart and got the brainworms wiggling again #me when a character i love cries for the first time: YESSS YESYESYES GIVE ME THE EMOTION GIVE ME THE VULNERABILITY OPEN UP TO ME I LOVE YOU

[grimalkinmessor]

LITERALLY BEGGING AO3 TO SEND UNPOSTED DRAFTS TO YOU IN AN EMAIL WHEN THEY DELETE THEM LIKE THEY DO FOR FULL FICS THIS IS THE FOURTEENTH TIME I'VE LOST A GOOD CHUNK OF WRITING PROGRESS BECAUSE I MISSED THE CUT OFF FOR DELETION 😭😭😭😭

#ao3 #archive of our own #THE FIRST CHAPTER WAS ALMOST DONE AND IVE LOST HALF OF IT #im usually good about getting to them on time and reuploading them but sometimes im busy and i miss it #i dONT WANT THIS TO HAPPEN EVERY TIME I MISS IT #LIKE THEY USED TO GIVE YOU THE TIME IT WOULD BE DELETED AND I COULD SET ALARMS #BUT THEY DON'T DO THAT NOW SO LIKE WTF AM I SUPPOSED TO DO #'but grim why dont you just write it somewhere else first-' BECAUSE I NEED TO SEE HOW IT'S GOING TO BE FORMATTED ONCE I POST IT JANICE #plus seeing it in Fic Format helps with my motivation to write #hence why only HALF the chapter is gone instead of the FULL chapter bc i started the fic in docs #god just please #please #im begging #send me my drafts when you delete them its a gut punch every time #😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #grim rants

[crispysnake]

Hi This is really just for @ravendruid cause they're the only one who has the full context so HERE U GO FREN AND IM SORRY IN ADVANCED Anyhoo this takes place in me modern au, while Keyleth and Percy are in uni! (I also apologize in advance if a lot of this does not make sense I am v sick rn and running on 3 doeses of dayquil and chocolate chip banana pancakes)

Everything feels beyond hazy but Percy still manages to gather enough focus to rub his hand up and down Keyleths back as she heaves into the toilet bowl. They had the same amount of shots, which really wasn't that many despite them celebrating her getting an incredible review on her research paper, he found it really doesn't take that much for her to get drunk.

Percy's mind feels far away as he stands and stumbles to the sink, filling a glass of water for Keyleth while leaning onto the counter, It was amusing at first, when she gets tipsy she gets giggly, hanging off of his shoulders and telling him about how silly short-eared owls look when they're running around, way too loudly might he add. Then she gets rather existential, going on about how everyone is just a prisoner of their own anxieties or something, he kind of tuned out, but it got hard to ignore when she got sad drunk. it still feels hard to ignore.

"I just- I mean come on Percy, my own m-mom didn't- didn't love me enough to come back... I don't know how-.. how could anyone else?"

She claimed it so nonchalantly. It feels like something he was never meant to hear, and yet he doesn't think he will ever be able to forget it.

He thinks about his family, how unconditionally his parents supported him and how Ludwig never seemed to stray far from his room, always interested in whatever he was creating, or how Cassandra clung to him in their scariest moments, entrusting him with her life. Since then, he felt as if he would never get that trust or tolerance, or love, ever again, of course until he met Keyleth.

Percy heard the shifting of Keyleth backing away from the toilet and he took a breath before sitting down cross-legged in front of her, nudging the glass against her hand until she finally took it. He watched her take a single sip before leaning and leaning, falling to her side onto the bathmat with a groan. "Nope," he said shortly, Keyleths head spins as he grabs both of her shoulders to pull her back up to a sitting position "You will hate me tomorrow morning if I let you fall asleep on the floor. It's disgusting." he brushed off one of her shoulders and tucked her hair behind her ears, pushing the glass back up to her face "No 's not it's comfy" She could only slur in return, making him smile a little. She bickers like his sisters did.

Percy ensured she drinks at least half the glass before letting her lean back to rest against the edge of the bathtub, and shifting to sit beside her, feeling her instinctively press into his side. He can still faintly recall how quickly she became physically affectionate to him or perhaps just affectionate in general. How it merely took one or two instances of Keyleth spotting him staying absurdly late at the library, (just as often as she did) before she brought him homebrewed tea and asked if it would be alright to sit and study with him.

Had Percy been a bit irritated at first? yes, a little, was it also the first ounce of kindness anyone had shown him in a while? also yes. Was it annoyingly hard not to find comfort in her presence or adore Keyleth as a person? yes. sometimes it still gets to him, how she noticed him there. But was she aware of that? no. and now he's definitely sobered up enough to know that he cannot stop thinking about it.

".. how could anyone else?" Percy truly does feel he will never be able to forget it.

"Keyleth?" He calls hesitantly, turning his head enough to glance down at her. She hums in acknowledgement and with the same amount of coordination as a fawn, attempts to pull herself up to look at him.

"Did you mean what you said earlier? about feeling.." he whispers now, his brain still feeling a little too buzzed to rethink this "Unloved?". Percy watches Keyleth sit up fully and stare at him, he watches the gears turn in her head as she processes, slightly sobering at his words. "Uhm.." Keyleth pulls her knees up to her chest almost defensively and curls around them, unsure what to say or do, tempted to pretend like she forgot about what she said entirely. Of course, she hasn't forgotten, and she never will. "I'm not sure" she whispers in reply.

They both know this isn't entirely a lie, Percy has known Keyleth long enough to know about what happened to Vilya, to know her extremely complicated thoughts on the matter, how it felt trying to grow up after a situation like that, and something else they both thoroughly understand is that she is not great at discussing her feelings openly. Opposites as they are, it is a habit they have in common.

He thinks about his siblings again, and how many excuses and lies he told to get out of family dinners. It keeps him up at night that he cannot recall the last time he said goodnight to Vesper. He thinks about how he never truly realized that when he thinks of his sisters, Keyleth always seems to fall in line with them. And he never wants her to feel as uncared for as he ever might have made them feel.

She's avoiding his eyes now, feeling an empty pit starting to form in the middle of her chest, staring at the tiles and hiding the lower half of her face between her knees. "Well," Percy started softly, reaching out to take her hand, "You are... Keyleth you are my best friend, and I love you".

She simply stares at him again, as if she's searching his face for any traces of deception or dishonesty, and she finds none. Keyleth feels tears prickle her eyes and her throat thickens, she pulls him forward by the hand and wraps her arms around his middle.

"I love you too" Percy could feel Keyleth mumble against his shoulder and he hugs her back equally as hard. As they sit on the floor of their small, dingy bathroom, holding each other tightly, for once Percy doesn't feel guilty at the thought of her as family, because a part of him knows that he needed to say it, just as much as she needed to hear it.

#I do not know what this is! #but it has been sitting in my drafts since we talked last so!! her ye go! #also also first time writing percy pls dont bully #oh my god mira writing and willingly posting something on her own? crazy #absolutely uncalled for #this defintely is not great but it wasn't leaving my brain so WHATEVES sometime I forget that this is just a silly little blog #on a silly little site and I can do whatever #mira writes #modern au #critical role #vox machina #cr fic #vox machina fic #keyleth #keyleth of the air ashari #percy de rolo #percival de rolo #critical role fic