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elysiaslvr · 1 year
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i miss ao3 and wattpad chatfics </33
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restinslices · 2 months
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Some of y'all ain't thinking about being Ares' favorite mortal lover and him watching as you get in a new relationship with a guy that treats you terrible so he pulls up on the guy and reveals he's a god and goes over all his titles and ends on him being the protector of mistreated women then asking "have you been mistreating my woman?" AND THAT'S WHERE WE DIFFER
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panda-of-the-trash · 7 months
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Drabble 1: reflection
With the missions came quite a lot of grime and dirt. And how Cross hated his uniform being anything other than immaculate. Granted it was black, so one couldn’t really see if anything got on it. But still, he would know and it irked him. Not to mention himself. The Star Sanses and their allies, though friendly looking, could be vicious in battle. More often than not he got covered in blood and other bodily fluids, his own or someone else’s.
For that reason he absolutely loved Nightmare’s bathroom.
It was huge, with a crystal bathtub smack in the middle of the room. All of the bathroom walls, floors and ceilings were gray, but the shower, cabinets and sink were pitch black. And the faucets, they were all made of gold. 
Really it was the height of luxury and Cross would be lying if he didn’t feel a little spoiled whenever he could bathe in the beautiful crystal tub.
This wasn’t one of those days however, he’d just taken a quick but thorough shower to remove all filth from his body. He’d taken a hit to the face and wasn’t in the mood to take a long bath.
With a deep sigh he came out of the shower. The bathroom was full of steam, making his view a bit misty. Slowly he made his way to the foggy mirror and wiped a hand across it so he could look at himself in the mirror.
Wet white curls fell over his tan face. In some ways he looked so much like his despised creator, yet now after a quick wash, he looked like himself, not like the monster many made him out to be.
He looked tired. Cross knew his eye bags would never completely disappear but he loathed to look at them. He needed to look put together, presentable.
An endless sea of freckles still covered his face. It was one of the few things he liked about himself. He’d never understand why his creator made him with freckles in mind, imperfections were the things X-Gaster hated more than anything after all.
The only thing that was different was the giant scar running diagonally over his face. 
Earlier while battling the Star Sanses, he had been caught off guard and someone managed to slash his face. Luckily his eyes were spared but the cut was deep enough that it would inevitably scar. The red-pinkish line ran from the end of his right temple to the underside of the left side of his jaw. 
It made him sigh. He was already covered in a myriad of scars all over his body, but his face? Apart from the lightning scar and some small ones, his face was bare of scars. But after this, gods how would he ever be able to look in the mirror again. It wasn’t only a reminder that he was hideous, but that he failed.
Someone had caught him off guard. That couldn’t happen. He was captain of the moon guard, the force protecting Nightmare and guiding missions. He couldn’t be caught off guard. He couldn’t be slow. His world very much depended on him.
He was too busy looking at the scar to see the dark silhouette of his lover approaching through the mirror until Nightmare wrapped his arms around him from behind. 
Cross flinched the tiniest bit before melting into his embrace “ Mhh hi.”
“Hello darling, enjoyed your shower?”
Cross nodded, running a hand over his tentacles while Nightmare fussed over his hair a little.
He had been scared to face Nightmare so he went straight to their chambers to shower, but it appeared he could hide no longer from the king.
“I take it the mission went a little floppy?”
“Why would you think that?”
Why else could you be avoiding me?”
“I’m not avoiding you..” Cross trailed off, going quiet when Nightmare arched a pointed eyebrow at him through the mirror. “Okay maybe I am a little.”
“Why darling?"
“Have you seen me??”
"What? This little thing? I hardly noticed.” At a returned arched eyebrow from Cross, Nightmare sighed softly. 
“I look appaling.” Cross sighed, looking away from the mirror. “I look like a monster.”
Nightmare frowned, leaning down to nuzzle his cheek. “You don’t..”
“But I do! It’s the only thing people will see when they look at me now..” 
“Oh my darling starlight…do you know what I see?”
When he answered with a small shake of his head, Nightmare gently used a tentacle to point his vision back at the mirror. Cross hesitantly looked at his reflection.
“I see a handsome warrior, a fierce guard that will stop at nothing to protect his home and the people he cares for. And the scars you bear will make it known to everyone that you conquered all.”
Cross blushed slightly, giving him a bashful little smile. The god certainly had a way with his words.
“Besides.” Nightmare lifted the hair covering the right side of his face, showing the long deep scars over his right eye. “We match now.”
Cross gave a soft chuckle.
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grntaire · 9 months
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am i dumb bc i think the “the writing this season” was bad takes are stupid lmfao. it’s camp, divas, it’s not bad
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lgbtlunaverse · 2 months
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It is such a travesty I was hardcore not looking at the fact that I was into girls when I was a kid. The amount of "mia and me" mia/violetta wattpad fanfiction 10 year old me could've been writing... tragic.
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Hi I’m completely and utterly deranged and wrote a self insert about Tony Markovich from shameless. Sometimes you have to make the art about the TV Extra that you wanna see in the world. Rest in peace to everyone but I’ve decided to focus on myself and write about the cop from Shameless being in love with me
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pm0 · 7 months
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If I said that I disliked jax as a character would you guys still love me
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It's true what they say about writing what you want, no matter what people say.
There was this book. Skellig, in english, in the original. I first read it when I was nine, maybe, and our school temporarily had some books we could loan.That was the first book I ever read where I wasn't sure whether I liked it or not, but it made me think and feel and I was glad to have read it. I gave it to my dad, too. We both weren't sure whether we liked it as such. But it was a good book.
Now, what feels like ages later, I randomly remembered its existence. It's been years and this book stuck with me all this time. While searching for it online (it doesn't exist as new edition anymore, and nobody had the one I read back then, which is kinda a shame because that cover was also amazing), I found a site with reviews. And there were a couple of good reviews, but there were just as many if not slightly more bad ones. It made me kinda sad, because I hardly remembered anything of it but I've come t the conclusion that I probably like it, if it's stuck with me for that long, and that the storyline was just....
Yeah. Anyways, I got a second hand copy of the book. I just read it. It's not long. And it still makes me think and feel and there's so much I forgot but the vibe is still exactly the same and I know that I love it.
It's an amazig book. I know some random person complained that the characters weren't relatable; personally, I'm in love with them.That's just what it feels like to be a kid who thinks too much. I don't know.
Anyways, it's a good book. I don't know why I even red those reviews They didn't even bother to to think about it at all; declared subjective reasons and then said the book was objectively bad. But like. Those people exist. I don't care. Those people don't matter.
Skellig is a wonderful story. I loved it as a kid, and now, as a teen, and it's a story that may or may not have influenced the way I think, a lot. I know it will influence my stories now. It makes me think.
There's bad faith readers. But they don't matter. I think it might be one of my favourite books, if I had to choose any.
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wolfcamellias · 2 years
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Not enough people draw SWK with long hair..
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thevikingwoman · 11 months
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where did you start reading fanfics?
why are these polls like this? no livejounal, no dreamwidth, no ff.net, no adultff.net, no fandom/ship specific archive (like wraithbait or the spuffy archives), no personal websites/geocities sites, no email lists, no physical zines (like - even if this is pretty old history, it's also pretty WELL KNOWN fandom history) like literally how old are you? did you only start reading fanfic 5 years ago?
and also like - go to OTW's fandom wiki and read like - the briefest history of fandom and fanfic if you're doing a poll like this?
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mintcaboodle · 9 months
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hey hey hey. what do u mean anon has never read dirty laundry. u reblogged klance right before so like- i swear there was some fic with them called that that i saw like 4 years ago but i may be hallucinating- is that what you’re referring to??? the site pops up some uhh. messed up undertale fic so i guess that’s the alternative i just. i need to know .
please
oh god. anon.
I think you just need to listen to the podcast breakdown
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0p1er0 · 3 months
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No one:
Me: I SEE YOU A ANDLATKLN
I PROMISE ILL FINISH REREADING YOU SOON I SWEAR-
ILL FINISH THE NATURE OF MAGIC CHAPTER SOON
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siren-darkocean · 10 months
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So I had a thing for early days of The Ice Toa series when Mata Nui uses powers not connected to the Ignika his body glows softly compared to the bright light of The Ignika
Now I just wanna keep that for the Ignika only then I randomly had the idea his hands give off a glow/light like Zelda's powers do in Breath of The Wild and Tears of The Kingdom with her hand glowing (couldn't find a gift here on Tumblr sadly)
Why does it actually work so well tho for Toa Mata Nui?
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The Curse of Lazarus (on Wattpad) 
The following is a series of chronological one-shots and shorts will depict the life and ongoings of Faustine Gravois, a young woman from outside of New Orleans who's met with an unfortunate fate: a curse placed onto her by a Dullahan which grants a twisted immortality unto her. 
**Note: The one-shot collection you are about to read might have some possibly triggering themes involved, such as death, gore, violence, and what have you. If you have a weak stomach or are highly sensitive, you probably shouldn't be reading this.
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nateriverswife · 8 months
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me thinking it's top tier comedy to answer like this
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is wattpad perfect? no, and i've never seen an app so dedicated to install updates that only make it worse, but there are genuinely some great stuff there
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