I'm so tired of age gap fics please if i can suspend my disbelief about mushroom zombies I can suspend my disbelief about the reader's age not being equivalent to my own, please just give me two 50(+) year old bastards falling in love no more of this 15+ year age gap I swear to god someone is gonna make me start writing last of us fanfiction at this rate.
Anyways, I would like to request some aid from the last of us fandom in terms of fic recs if anyone knows any good reader insert or x reader fics wherein they and joel are around the same age? Pre or post outbreak, au, I don't care I'm starving please if anyone has any let me know.
EDIT: I did not think this was going to get any traction which in hindsight was kinda stupid of me but I really want to clarify something since I originally left it in the tags which I probably shouldn't have. THIS ISNT A HIT PEICE. I've been a fanfic writer for years now even if this blog isn't exactly a great example of my supposed stellar writing consistency. I mean no hate towards the people who like age gap or write it it just isn't my thing personally and I would like to read fics that explore other topics besides that when it comes to this fandom. Yes I understand the easy solution is to write my own and i would be a liar to say I wasn't but I'm new to this fandom and still consuming the actual content and I know my drafts aren't exactly great right now in part because of that. What I wanted to accomplish here wasn't just to complain a little but to reach out and ask if anyone could point me in the direction of non age gap fics in the mean time and they did so thank you very much!! I genuinely appreciate it. Write what you like but understand that I also reserve the right to read what I like and to ask for help in finding it because let's be honest tumblrs search and filter system is non existent and asking for help was my next best bet so uh yeah I'm gonna stop rambling now and refine this maybe when I'm more awake and can word things better probably.
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Sonic AU thing I thought of were Sonic is cursed with ice powers ๐ฆโ๏ธ
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i would be anything for you โ
She couldโve made picture perfect outfits for the film, down to the last thread. The hoodie wrapped around Tylerโs waist, decidedly not his. The tiny crack in the lens of Vanessaโs glasses. The fading green streak in Dylanโs hair. The scuffs on her own boots. The bears.
(There are so many bears. Where are they going to get enough bears for this.)
or: in which a short film, an awards ceremony, and a couple of stuffed bears bring people together again.
read here on ao3
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I just had a Clarity Moment after watching a gameplay recording of the Spamton NEO boss fight i saved on my computer and everything just HIT me so hard like HOW did I end up with a Spamton NEO body pillow in my bed. This happened over the course of a year. It just kept escalating everything was a blur and I NEEDED HIM SO BAD. You know
Does this happen to anybody else.
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i love midlife crisis SO much, read through the latest chapter religiously. I had to draw that one scene (as humans because I'm.. really bad at drawing the turtles as turtles). Keep it up :D
OUGH the atmosphere and expressions here are so on point
Thank you sm for the art!!!
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I was scrolling through my Assassination Classroom tiktoks and was reminded of a comment that said that they thought Gakuho was Karmas dad because Karma and Gakushuu are similar, and ngl I can see it.
Now I kind of want an angsty - potentially hurt/comfort - fic where Karma and Gakushuu find out theyโre half brothers through Gakuho (Gakuho is the bio dad to both but they have different moms) and now they have to navigate through the new information.
I want a fic where, at first, Karma and Gakushuu are in complete denial of this new revelation because thereโs no way itโs true. They try to ignore it, sweep it under the rug, pretend everything is normal, but as time goes on they start to see the similarities between them. They canโt deny it for much longer and theyโre both itching for answers to the questions consuming them.
Perhaps one day they confront Gakuho and even heโs in denial at first. Thereโs no way he could have another son right? Even when heโs confronted with the DNA test heโs still in denial. He canโt fathom having another son and not knowing about it. The strict/calculated aide of him doesnโt like the idea of this unknown variable, of Karma Akabane actually being related to him. But his old self, the kind hearted teacher thatโs been locked away for so long canโt fathom the idea that heโs failed another one of his students.
I think Karma would struggle with this whole debacle the most given heโs been neglected by his parents for so long. I think he would struggle with the thought that heโs the reason theyโre always gone. The idea that heโs not his โdadโsโ biological child, essentially an affair baby, would probably cause him to think thatโs why his parents travel all the time. Heโs the reason they donโt want him around.
Gakushuu would most likely not know exactly how to feel about everything. Heโs not sure if he should be angry or upset at the situation. Should he direct his anger at Karma despite him also being a victim of the situation, or his father despite him claiming to have no clue about his and Karmas relationship. Had his mother known anything?
I think they way Karmaโs mom and Gakuho met could vary, but whatever the case this whole thing started from a lack of communication. Either Mrs. Akabane didnโt realise Gakuho was the father, not her husband, or she did know but being the free spirited person she is she didnโt want this to tie her to Gakuho in any way. Karma takes after his mother more so whatever the reason it was very likely that no one would question Karmaโs parentage.
And in the end, whether Karma and Gakushuu become friends or whatever, I think in the least they start to understand each other just a little.
(Ps. If anyone wants to actually write a fic based off this idea feel free to! Just tag me so I can read it ๐)
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The impromptu (but necessary) fight with the monster hunter Gandrel went... we'll say poorly for Astarion. Ronan's blessing on them could only help so much and as the hunter focused him down with a barrage of burning crossbolts, it was easy to start making mistakes. The thought of killing the man with his teeth was too poetic to deny, but ended with a bolt to his stomach and his knees meeting the ground with the rest of him swift to follow.
Six seconds of panic. Of pain. Of being assured he'd met his end, his flesh burnt and the bolt in his stomach twisted and deep.
But there it was. A rapturous feeling. A holy light lifting him from edge when it should have been shoving him down, and through the smoke, Astarion met Ronan's burning eye as he healed him with a prayer and a snarl before a morning star to the temple sent the hunter to the ground instead.
He struggled to stand until there was a clawed hand around his arm, pulling him up, patting out whatever was still burning on him. A potion thrust in his hand. An order growled out to the other two they'll be making camp early tonight, followed by a flurry of activity he scant remembers much of besides holding the thing in him still.
The first step is taking out the bolt before the sun is set and a fire is built. He assures Ronan he's been through worse, tells him about it, about who no doubt sent the hunter as the cleric still works efficiently and lays him down. Carefully takes off his burnt armor and clothes for Gale to mend with his magic.
It'd be intimate in any other setting, but prodding claws dipping into the wound to find the barbs of the bolt make it anything but. And when it's time to pull it out, Ronan prepares him, talks him through what will happen, offers to hold his hand.
"You know, despite the face, your bedside manner is impeccable." He teases breathily, looking anywhere but the fist the size of his head grasping the shaft sticking out of him.
It earns him something approximating a grin before the bolt is pulled free in a single motion, a rough palm on his chest keeping him from curling in on himself from the pain. It is tossed elsewhere, Ronan's free hand slapped over the hole in him with another prayer that fills his lungs with air and numbs the hurt, expediting the healing that will happen after he's gotten something to eat.
When he's caught his breath and Ronan has taken his hand away, he sits Astarion up, inspecting smaller wounds. The burns, the cuts, the splinters of wood from the shattered bolts lodged in his skin. With his claws and some tweezers, he pulls them out, inspecting anything bleeding with a practiced eye.
"You don't have to do that, really-"
"Heals better." He says gruffly, brushing him off, contrasting the care with which he extracts another splinter and the gentle way he holds onto Astarion's arm. "You wouldn't want anything stuck in you."
He changes the subject, asks further about Cazador to keep him busy. And busy it does, like a poison being expelled from him. Even the small amount he relays is enough for a different kind of relief, one that's compounded as Ronan assures Astarion he'll watch his back should anyone else sent their way.
Once he's satisfied, Ronan sits back, goes for his bag for any kind of burn relief but Astarion stays him. Assures him he'll be fine after he gets something to eat, shockingly prompting Ronan to ask if he needs help. He points out he's still weak, staring pointedly as Astarion struggles to stay sitting upright, the muscles in his abdomen still freshly mended.
"There is, ah, one way you could help." Astarion says, "A little top up couldn't hurt. I wouldn't take much. Just enough to...speed things along."
He gives Astarion long stare, and for a moment he assumes it'll be another no until there's a clink as he undoes the leather at his wrist, presenting it to Astarion without a word. Doesn't flinch or look away as he bites through the delicate scales found there. Astarion can feel his pulse on his tongue, beating rapid as he watches his blood be taken.
Perhaps he isn't the only one enjoying the moment.
When Ronan pulls away, he is quick to stay the bleeding with a prayer, but Astarion is quicker to snatch his arm back. Lap up whats left and confirm what he's suspecting at the flare of nostrils and the fiery pupils dilating at the sight. He's not as indecipherable as first appears.
"You were going to wipe it away anyways. Why let a good thing go to waste?"
There's that rumbling hum again, a sound he's finding to mean the man is pleased by something. Ronan still stands though, tells him to rest a little more before he goes off hunting. Says he'll keep an eye out for his return.
Astarion watches him leave, lumbering toward Lae'zel to see over her burns and no doubt be told off for the recklessness that got them here. There's still pain, but it's waning under the prayers and the blood on his tongue. He'll get up in a moment, content to lay here, this modicum of safety one to enjoy.
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Okay listen; 'Fence' but like-- without the fencing
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โ๐'๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ซ๐๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ง
๐๐ฒ๐น๐น๐ผ ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ, ๐'๐น๐น ๐ต๐ผ๐น๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐พ๐๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐ฎ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐น๐ฒ. ๐'๐๐ฒ ๐ด๐ผ๐ ๐ฎ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฐ๐ต ๐๐ผ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฌ๐๐ฌ!
๐ฌ๐ผ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฒ๐
๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ ๐บ๐ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐๐ฟ๐ป ๐ป๐ฒ๐
๐ ๐๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ธ ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐ผ, ๐บ๐ฎ๐๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐'๐น๐น ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ป. ๐ง๐ต๐ฎ๐ป๐ธ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐น๐ผ๐ด๐ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฑ ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐ฒ๐
๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฏ๐น๐ผ๐ ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐บ๐๐ฐ๐ต!
๐๐ ๐ฎ ๐๐ผ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป, ๐ ๐ช๐๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ผ๐ผ๐ธ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ฝ ๐๐ผ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ๐, ๐๐!
โ๐ก๐ฎ๐ง๐ข๐
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a tumblr AU with a twist
chapter nine:ย for you
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Technoblade ice skater AU! I'm new to digital drawing. If you have any advice, feel free!
I imagine that he was an ice skating star who was constantly over-worked and put under extreme pressure. So, similarly to the DSMP, he left and retired. Leaving his manager and followers confused as to where he went.
Where he was though, was a cabin in a forest. He spent a few months improving his skating, getting VARIOUS new pets, and, uh. Idk. I'm tired.
Anyway...
Phil, Tommy, Wilbur, and Kristen are a lovely little family who, surprise, surprise, live in the forest. Wilbur eventually catches Technoblade like, "tf are you."
Uhhh. Angst. Found family. Uhhhh. I have a cool fight scene in mind. I might try to write this. General awkwardness because I am that. Also comfort, and lots of hugs.
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Hayate with a caring and sweet gender neutral reader
Hello hello I'm back again ๐
So let's get started shall we?
Hayate with a sweet and caring g\n!reader
He's really glad that he has you on his side
Everytime he thinks he lost something you remind him where that item is
He knows that he's akward sometimes so he's very glad that he got you
On dates he would take you to pet cafรฉs but if you don't like pets or you're allergic to them he has a backup plan which is the libary but if you don't like reading then he's doomed nad has to ask his friend for advice
But the two of you still enjoy it
When he introduced you to his friends he was really happy that you all got on well so you sometimes join the little clumsy squad for their hangout
If you're a fan of Motoharu and he gets to know it he wants to marry you on the spot and just talk about his works non-stop so you're just there standing or sitting or laying down looking at him talking passionately about Motoharu's works like a little puppy who got the toy that they wanted really bad
When he realizes that he's been talking about him now for almost over 10 mins he just blushes very hard, loses eyecontact and apologizes which you laugh at and tell him that it's okay, giving a peck on his cheek causing him to blush even more
He loves it when you kisd him or just hug him in general
I feel like he's very touch-starved in general so he wants every hug and kiss not to end
He loves cuddling I think he's most likely to be the small spoon, but he loves hugging you back tho so you guys usually cuddle with his head burried into the crook of your neck or just in your chest and he's just hugging you back close to him
He's not a big fan of PDA tho he's just too shy for it
Maybe holding hands or just interwining your pinkies is just enough for him
He gets really shy if the two of you are on a vechile and you put your head on his shoulder
He's just sitting there frozen in one place
Blushing like crazy starring at the floor
So when you guys get home give him lots of cuddles please
Hope you guys enjoyed this
Have a nice day byeeeee!
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*Puts on clown makeup*
I'm drawing patho wlw tonight
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feel like ive gotta get some people in on the abarat hype-train, it has 21 non-crossover fanfics total on ao3, clive barker did not personally paint 500 character and place designs for his own currently 1200 page+ fantasy series to not have more respect
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