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neverevan · 24 days
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on top of all the high blood pressure Oliver is causing me right now, I can't stop thinking about a platonic(ish) buddie slowdance in their ruined suits
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Watching Jello's livestream of ISAT after doing my own playthrough reminded me of how VISERALLY angry I got at Siffrin saying this cause I wanted another bitch with the royal We in their pronoun inventory xD
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allwaswell16 · 8 months
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Happy Fan Fic Writer Appreciation Day 2023!
In honor of this day, here are the first lines of fics written by some of my favorite One Direction fan fic writers! This post gets longer every year, but we are incredibly lucky to have such talented writers writing fic for our fandom. I truly just had to stop somewhere though. (You can find previous year’s lists and my other recs here.)
Harry stretched in bed with a smile. 
“Ah!” Louis hissed when the needle touched his finger.
Wanted: Dog Walker.
Harry’s stomach growls as he walks down the pavement toward Mercury Chicken. 
Louis woke up to someone grabbing his ankle and tugging lightly.
Everyone is expected to be back in the office a minimum of two days a week starting the first full week of December.
Harry is drunk.
Louis is late.
Harry leans his forehead against the thick glass window, peering into the nursery, trying to figure out which one of the babies is his.
The first time Louis sees him, it’s from the stage. 
Oli can't remember a time when Louis Tomlinson wasn't an integral part of his life. 
“This is really good, mate.” 
Harry had always fantasized about being in a romantic comedy.
If you had told Louis Tomlinson a year ago that he would be celebrating his birthday by kissing the man who has turned out to be the love of his life on a Church Street park bench in Burlington VT (where he now lives) as the snow drifts softly down, he would have told you that you were extremely imaginative. 
He was back.
Louis Tomlinson is in a foul mood.
“Doctor!” Harry’s voice calls from deep within the recesses of the TARDIS’ vast wardrobe, the room shaped like a massive wagon wheel with a lounge in the center. “I think I found it!” 
When Harry hurt himself in front of all of his coworkers, he thought his Christmas Eve couldn’t get any worse.
Louis surges forward, his arm shooting through the automatic elevator door on a reflex when he sees a familiar looking woman striding towards the elevator. 
Louis opened the door, carefully pushing against the old wood on its rusty hinges. 
It was a once in a lifetime storm; a hurricane had come to the Mediterranean.
Louis is running late for coffee with his mates.
“Don’t.” 
Thunder cracks through the inky sky as Harry scurries into the bar. 
The studio lights were bright. 
“Are you fucking with me?” Louis wails, then metaphorically claps a hand over his own mouth. 
Seven.
“Lou, I have an idea and need your help.”
Louis is three pints in when he notices someone looking in his direction.
They’re about to be caught. 
If there was anything people needed to know about Louis, it was that he was not a morning person. 
It was a nice normal day.
Louis fidgeted in his seat, his knee bouncing from the force of his pent up energy.
Observant.
Louis slams his tray on the slightly sticky table and pulls back the chair.
It starts, as any great story starts, at a dinner party. 
Harry relaxes in the bathtub, sliding down so the water covers her shoulders. 
Louis nervously tugs at the collar of his shirt.
“Thanks for shopping at Victoria's Secret. Have a great day!”
Harry couldn’t breathe.
Louis has been single for 369 days, and the last place he wants to be is at a wedding.
The moment Harry clocked in, he was already rolling his eyes and wishing he could clock out.
Louis was so fucked.
Harry hummed along with a song he didn’t know the words to as he changed Max’s diaper before bed.
♥ Thank you writers! ♥
@lululawrence @nouies @louandhazaf @haztobegood @greenfeelings @londonfoginacup @disgruntledkittenface @pocketsunshineharry @kingsofeverything @jacaranda-bloom @thedevilinmybrain @laynefaire @uhoh-but-yeah-alright @phdmama @absoloutenonsense @neondiamond @crinkle-eyed-boo @evilovesyou @brightgolden @sun-tomato @becomeawendybird @fallinglikethis @jaerie @littleroverlouis @sadaveniren @ladyaj-13 @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed @2tiedships2 @perfectdagger @all-these-larrythings @alwaysxlarrie @reminiscingintherain @homosociallyyours @skipperxao3 @greenblueish @waterloux @beelou @daggerandrose @itsnotreal @lunarheslwt @loveislarryislove @thinlinez @hellolovers13
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warriorstale001 · 1 year
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Greetings!!! So... A thought... you know the OSD Stone Sleep au...
OSDiff Stone Sleep.
Dream in a weakened state in an au seeped in negitivity last time that happened he turned to stone. And this time... well he might not fight it. He can feel it and just lets it happen he's sick, scared and in pain... maybe being a statue isn't so bad after all.
Someone coming in to check on him. One of the boys for guard duty or Nightmare himself only to find Dream laying there nothing more then a statue... he looks... peaceful...
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Well uh... Congratulations on finding what must be the one of the most depressing endings that OSDiff could possibly have... Because wow that is a sad idea you have come up with, my friend.
Of course I am very aware of the OSD Stone!Sleep AU by @calcium-cat but an OSDiff version?!
Where to begin...
First off... THE FACT DREAM JUST LETS IT HAPPEN??? Like WHOA that is so angsty and so dang sad... The idea Dream has just completely given up after what Nightmare has done so decides he's better off as a stone statue... YIKES!!! I will say tho that while OSDiff Dream is in a pretty poor state right now in the fanfic, I don't believe he has quite gotten to THIS level of despondence... He has some hope still (believe it or not) it's just buried underneath all the pain of what Nightmare just put him through. But for the sake of this AU, yes I am willing to accept that Dream is at the absolute lowest point he can go and thus decides he's better off as a statue.... The poor thing :/.
I still can't decide whether I'd prefer if its one of the boys who discovers Dream's statue or Nightmare himself. Because the boys discovering it first could lead to a scene where Nightmare is contemplating his actions from the Prologue in his office (think start of Chapter 1) and instead of Cross telling Nightmare he's sick, Dream is already a statue and Nightmare can do nothing but rush down to the dungeon to see for himself. So many emotions go through Nightmare's mind as he sees his statue there, confusion at first, denial and of course anger. This wasn't supposed to happen like this. He wasn't finished with Dream yet! He was still meant to be suffering, but instead he had chosen to turn back into a statue to avoid his wrath?! No... That wasn't fair to him! He had been planning this for so long, yet Dream had to go and ruin it just like that?! How could he do that to him?! Why did nothing ever work out the way he intended it too?! Now he'll never get his revenge on Dream... He'll never find peace or happiness. He stares at the statue for a while, lost in his own spiralling thoughts before he finally moves it to one of his tower rooms, locking the door behind him.
The most important thing to remember about this particular OSDiff Nightmare (and probably one of his most tragic traits) is that in this timeline, Dream's sudden change into a statue doesn't allow him to go through the character growth he would have gone through in the normal OSDiff timeline, meaning he is not yet at the point where he would want to mourn Dream or regret his actions despite what's happened. There is no connection, bonding or talking between brothers in this timeline, which leads this Nightmare to shove Dream to an almost untouched section of the hideout where Nightmare can simply attempt to forget about him. He's buried but still there, shoved to a section of the castle, just like the grief and loss shoved to the corner of his mind. Dream turning to stone is definitely a tragic aspect of this AU, but I also find Nightmare's lack of character growth and the fact he's never able to regret his actions just as tragic. He'd be lucky to ever feel true happiness again after Dream turns to stone in that timeline...
I swear I have so many ideas for this AU, especially because it has so much potential, but I just have no time to write them ugh :'(. If any of you wanna write your take on this scenario, though please feel free I would absolutely love to see that.
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My weird relationship with the She-Ra franchise
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shanalikeanna · 14 days
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My little DCA shrine behind my desk
Also idk why it literally just hit me that I bought the standee/stickers from @meridiantears . I was scrolling through my posts and saw the commissions page and was like huh that image looks familiOH IM DUMB :|
Amazing how this happens.
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bleue-flora · 2 months
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Yo! Just noticed it’s the anniversary of when I finished my second fanfic Dreamcatcher, which is the work I actually started to lean into writing fanfiction (since my first work I really just wrote for myself before being encouraged to share it).
So, in honor of that, here is some of the original second nightmare which was actually written from Dream’s pov before I ended up changing it to Punz’s.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Referenced Torture, Blood, Death, Injuries, Profanity.
Dream is wet and panting, in a puddle of watery red flowing into an equally crimson pond to his side, where the non diluted liquid gets thicker.
There’s white fur stuck in it as the body of a dog, slashed to bits lies there next to him. Both sitting in the despairing silence of the box.
Tears form in the corners of his eyes and his vision gets blurry, but he doesn’t let them fall. He just exhales.
Why does everything die around him? Why does everything he dare to care a smidge about get taken from him?
As if to follow his thoughts, the white turns to black. The fluffy bloodied dog shifts into a cat that’s long since stopped breathing. Dream turns his head, and faintly smirks at the sight of the additional body sprawled out on the floor next to him.
He mutters to the corpse under his breath, rolling his eyes, “To be fair, you were being a bitch. Like don’t blame me, you know you d—deserved it… I mean I lasted like—how long before beating your head in? That’s pretty impressive—pretty fucking impressive, you know.”
Tommy’s unmoving body doesn’t respond, just stays there, unmoving and uncharacteristically quiet. His face swollen and bruised, not unlike the innocent cat he beat to death.
Then his body evaporates and Dream finds himself in a new room, accented with black walls and bedrock. It’s detail is perfectly ominous like he wanted.
He’s kneeling, unguarded by armor with an audience of people surrounding him. His heart beats rapidly threatening to burst out of his chest at the danger. But he ignores it.
Indignant, Tommy rips off the mask that always covers his face. Exposing his pale skin to the cool air and the venomously judging faces.
Despite the frustration at his denial of privacy, he doesn’t so much as dignify it with a flinch. It was expected. He was ready. He’s not about to show weakness in front of a crowd.
They are silent as the axe lands, and lands again before lady death finally embraces him.
They are silent as the sword finds its place in his chest and he falls to the ground, bleeding out into the cold stone beneath him.
It’s ok. He knew this would happen. It was expected, it was planned. He didn’t know they’d kill him twice, but it’s fine.
On one life, he makes his way back down with sharp pain running through his veins. Somehow it seems duller than the pain in the prison cell, though it can’t have been less excruciating.
Tommy once again stands above him savagely firing arrows away. As they pierce his flesh and bone, he searches the cold faces around him and listens intently, hoping to hear one sound of objection to his approaching final death.
Surely, someone will say something, right? Surely, someone will oppose his final death, right? Surely, they woundn’t let Tommy kill him off in cold blood. Would they?
But there’s nothing from them. Absolutely nothing. Standing there, dripping in blood, he feels his heart entirely disintegrate into nothing. Leaving only a hollow emptiness in its wake.
Then suddenly he’s freezing from more than just death and despondency. He’s surrounded by ice. Their pillars, tall and sharp, casting the land in a pointed terrain. Despite the bone chilling air and his frozen insides, he stands, planted to the ground, looking at a sign pinned to the glacier. The wood marking the death of his parrot that travelled so far only to die there.
A deep sigh is released from his lungs and the scene smears into broad strokes of colors. Until a well known bleak room encases him in lava and obsidian again.
Sitting there with nothing but the annoying sounds of the prison to keep him company, he wonders if he’s always destined to lose everything. Was it always going to end up like this? Was he always going to end up alone?
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crazymecjc · 1 year
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what face are you wearing, jack?
[inspired by this manga panel (under the cut) bc it made me BITE]
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uncaught-coolfish · 1 year
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does anyone else find it weird how every time blake shows any sort of emotion that isn’t “:)” a good chunk of people go through the Olympic race to tie it somehow back to adam as if what she was dealt by a man is now her only other character trait or is it just me
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avi17 · 2 years
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Maybe I'm just seeing more of this than usual since I'm in my biggest fandom in a long time but like. I feel like the kids today have very much forgotten that you're allowed to just...ship a thing. You're allowed to think the characters had interesting potential and just. Do the thing. You don't have to dissect eye movement and body language and where people are standing and stuff to prove it's canon- that stuff is chemistry, and it can be real and present without it being intentional. Doesn't make it any less real, but also doesn't make it some kind of conspiracy- there are movies from 70 years ago where actors had interesting chemistry that comes off homoerotic, but that certainly doesn't mean they were playing it that way on purpose. You don't have to wildly skew stuff actors say in interviews either, putting words in people's mouths is actually a little creepy.
I think we're at the point with queer representation and canon queer ships where we've had enough of it turn out to be real that we want it to always be real, and we feel like we have to prove it is real to feel valid in shipping it. I'm here to tell you that you don't have to do that.
I'm not saying those ships SHOULDN'T be canon, I'd love them to be. In some cases the story would be way better if they were. But you don't have to prove they were Canon All Along to be allowed to enjoy them. And if you hinge your enjoyment of a piece of media made by cishet people on the idea that the actors are going to confirm your ship was canon, or feel like you have to validate your ship by insisting it will become canon, I feel like you're just gonna end up disappointed.
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mymultifandomhell · 2 years
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today’s 3am realization is
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kinun · 30 days
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Hi! I noticed you were drawing peoples mlp characters + if its still open, I have this character design should you be interested. Heres some info about her
She comes from a family that lives in canterlot and runs a jewellery business there, selling it and making it etc. Everyone in her family has a cutie mark related to the subject of making or selling jewellery and her family is considered “rich” or “posh” etc- though she isn’t interested in making jewellery or continuing the family business, though she’d never admit it, hence the lack of a cutie mark. She doesn’t really know what she’s interested in
Personality wise she’s sensible, calm and collected, and acts a little like you’d expect from a “rich” type of pony class wise. Thats how her family expects her to act but in reality she’s laid back and just wants to do fun stuff or make friends, stuff like that. Anyway enough rambling from me, this is her design
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Oh the possibilities of a sad character.
It feels absolutely awful to not know who you are or where you are going in life. I'd definitely give her a big hug. Must protecc!
Also, I absolutely adore the colored (or in this case non colored) lashes! I just think they're so beautiful, though I don't think I did them any justice in my sketches.
I just had to draw a little sad one. It's not much, I know, but you gotta appreciate even the sadness and pain in a character. And I'll be damned if I don't sketch it.
Thank you for showing her!
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binch-i-might-be · 2 months
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commisions!
after some intense deliberation, I have decided to start offering writing commisions to replenish my savings/emergency funds.
I only write for Hamilton the musical, but if you're here, you're probably aware of that haha.
my rates are as follows:
• 1€ for 100 words (so 10€ for 1000, 25€ for 2500, you get it!) for sfw
• the same applies for nsfw, with an additional Horny Fee of 5€ (15€ for 1000 words, 30€ for 2500)
I will write pretty much anything, for any ship (including character/oc and character/reader if that's what floats your boat), but I do reserve the right to say no!
payment options are kofi and paypal. I'll require a deposit of half the final price before I start writing. no refunds after I started writing.
I can post the finished commission on ao3, or email it to you, or do both—just let me know what you'd like!
on the off chance that you're stumbling across this in the wild, my ao3 is linked in my bio if you'd like an example of my work :)
just dm me on here and we can chat!
(would also love to get into beta reading/editing, so if you're looking for something along those lines you could also hit me up!)
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violettduchess · 1 year
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Sometimes you start reading a smut fic and you have to stop because damn, that's steamy stuff and whew, you are probably blushing.
And sometimes you start reading a smut fic and have to stop because damn, that's graphic, OOC stuff and phew, you are probably cringing.
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beelittle · 26 days
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Does anyone know this fandommm
For this fic by Obloquy (specifically chapter 1, though I have Ideas for the other chapters too)
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