#(Posts next chapter of the chatfic 5 minutes later)

[jellyshoes-fandomfolk]

Have this thing I wrote in one sitting and didn't beta read

You, truly, from the depths of your heart, were happy about this.

You finally, finally, finally, got to go home! Kind of. You see it in the distance. You could go back, if you had a boat. You're not alone. There’s someone next to you. Something?

You're back in the house? And you see the change god statue. Oh stars no no no no no no nononononononono- Mirabelle’s touching the statue. But it’s you? Who’s touching the statue? What? Why? And then you're in the void. The white void blank on all sides and empty and they’re going to come out here and berate you because you’re disgusting worthless stupid fake non-existent- Mirabelle’s not here and she was the first line except they blinding know the script why wont they blinding follow it and there's a hand on your face. You look up and it’s not the change god in a fake form. But something that you’ve seen depicted before from your childhood you blinding maniac 

You reach out and they split around your hand because you’re so disgusting that someone you’ve barely met refuses to touch you and they think you're vile and it starts to talk. And you’re in the stars now. Like you were before you lived and after you die-

“Hello”

“I see you”

“You,_______ , are making progress.”

“Your family would be proud.”

“You survived and you found a family who loves you, and that is all I could ask for. I wish that you didn’t have to go through all you did”

“I did what I had to”

You suddenly feel everything at once. All you can think to choke out is:

“Are you the universe?”

“...”

“I can’t claim to be all of it”

You want to throw up. You want to scream. This is the worst and best you’ve ever felt. You want to cry. You need to do something. You reach for your dagger. It floats out of your pocket and into their hand.

“No”

“This is for use on the rest of the world”

“Not”

“Yourself”

The rest of the world? It flows back to you and they hold your hands. It feels cold. It feels burning hot. You love it. It feels horrible. Your head is pounding. You’re crying.

You hate it here and you want to stay forever. You're not you. You don’t feel like you’re you.

You wish you could turn back into stardust, just like Loop called you, just like you feel. 

“I expect you to be angry”

“I can’t claim to be the best god”

“But I hope my guidance was enough”

Now you’re in the house, in the observatory, and Mira couldn't remember their name, couldn't remember because you aren’t real, couldn’t remember couldn’t remember, can’t remember, won’t remember, can't remember can’t remember-

“Calm down”

“You won't be forgotton”

“And you won’t forget”

“They love you”

“Don’t forget that”

“You deserve the sky and the stars”

“Everyone good on this planet does”

“You are loved”

“You are appreciated”

“You’re culture and stars and universe is real”

“You’ll wake up and you’ll remember this”

“You can get better, no matter how impossible it may seem”

“Goodnight”

You bolt upright.

Stars above you feel like you just had a fever dream.

You did. You saw the universe and it was real and you were real and you were loved and it felt too good to be true because of course it was too good to be true and you hated it and you want to vomit up all your organs and you start crying because it’s all so much and you hate it.

“Sif?” You hear Isa ask from next to you.

All you can do is let out a pathetic noise, and he looks over at you. He holds your shoulder ( he’d been doing that lately because of the favour tree and all its little issues.)

“What happened? Nightmare?”

“Stars, I don’t know… I think I saw the universe.”

End scene.

[fuckimsoft]

DSMP One Shots Because I Can

Chapter two: "tubeloved: Please Stop the Music"

Summary: Modern day AU chatfic chapter where Wilbur psychoanalyzes everyone with sad songs because that's how he shows love :) (rewrite of the very first oneshot I posted because I know I can do so much better then that)

Written by: @ verified_dumbass on ao3 and @ fuckimsoft on tumblr

and just so no ones confused-

Technoblade = Techno (ofc)

Jay Dee = Wilbur

Thesesus = Tommy

tubeloved = Tubbo

ranbeloved = Ranboo

Crow Father = Philza

Swaggers (botboy) = Discord music bot

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sleepy bois (ft. tubbo) (ft. ranboo now too ig)

Jay Dee: guys. Jay Dee: guys, I have important news.

tubeloved: Oh tubeloved: ?

Jay Dee: I found so many new songs.

Technoblade: Wilbur, you find so many new song every other day.

Jay Dee: NO BUT THESE ARE SO GOOD

Thesesus: Id like to here abt the music

ranbeloved: I too would like to hear about it :)

Thesesus: Shut up Ranboo

ranbeloved: :(

Thesesus: No one asked u

tubeloved: Tommy >:( tubeloved: Be nice

Jay Dee: ok, getting back on topic- the songs.

Jay Dee started a voice call

Jay Dee: everyone join the vc

ranbeloved joined the vc

Thesesus joined the vc

tubeloved joined the vc

Technoblade joined the vc

Jay Dee: phil

Jay Dee: phil

Jay Dee: Phil

Jay Dee: @Phil

Jay Dee: @Philza

Jay Dee: @philza

Jay Dee: for the love of god, what did you all change Phil's name to now?

tubeloved:  @Crow Father

Jey Dee: why??

Thesesus: Crow Father

ranbeloved: Crow Father

tubeloved: Crow Father

Crow Father: What's up?

ranbeloved: THE CROW FATHER HAS ARIVED

tubeloved: CAW CAW CAW CAW

Jay Dee: join vc.

Crow Father joined the vc

Jay Dee: /play [playlist.mp3]

Swaggers (botboy): Now playing... July, by Noah Cyrus.

Thesesus: Its May bitch

Jay Dee: I know Jay Dee: now shut up and listen to the music. Jay Dee: this one kinda reminded me of you :)

Thesesus: Oh Thesesus: Okay

[2 minutes, 36 seconds later]

Thesesus: AWW Thesesus: AWWWW :(

Crow Father: That was so sad

Jay Dee: it's not my fault my Spotify only recommends me crying music Jay Dee: or that Tommy's a Sad Little Boy

Thesesus: IIM NOT A LITTLE BIY Thesesus: FUCJ U BITCH

ranbeloved: haha L

Swaggers (botboy): Now playing... As A Child, by Madeline the Person.

Jay Dee: Tubbo, this one reminded me of u.

Crow Father: Please its already so sadfghj

tubeloved: :0 tubeloved: Oh thus is sad

[3 minutes, 10 seconds later]

Technoblade: Bruh

tubeloved: Please Stop the Music tubeloved: Ur making me sad :(

Thesesus: Welcome to the club big man

Swaggers (botboy): Now playing... Secret For The Mad, by Dodie Clark.

Jay Dee: be more happy, maybe. Jay Dee: OH TECHNO

Technoblade: Nope.

Technoblade left the vc.

Jay Dee: aww man. Jay Dee: well, might as well- Jay Dee: /skip

Swaggers (botboy): Skipped to next song! Swaggers (botboy): Now playing... Elsa's Song, by The Amazing Devil.

tubeloved: So whos the next victim

Jay Dee: Oh, Ranboooo :)

ranbeloved: oh no

Crow Father: Ripp

[2 minutes, 41 seconds later]

ranbeloved: o h ranbeloved: .,_,.

Crow Father: Welp, that was an experience

Jay Dee: don't think it's over yet, Philza Minecraft! Jay Dee: you aren't off the hook too!

Crow Father: *siiiiigh* Crow Father: Right then, let's get this over with.

Swaggers (botboy): Now playing... Hidden In The Sand, by Tally Hall.

Technoblade joined the vc.

ranbeloved: ?

Technoblade: I like this song.

[1 minute, 52 seconds later]

Crow Father: awe mate Crow Father: maaaate

tubeloved: Well Wilbur u managed to make everyone cry

Technoblade: Not me.

tubeloved: Yeah bc u fucking LEFT

Technoblade: And?

Thesesus: I DIDNT CRY SHITTEAD

Jay Dee: lmao you literally did. Jay Dee: I gave you a hug and everything.

ranbeloved: awww :)

Thesesus: FUCK YOU FUCJ U FUCK YUOFUCK YOU

tubeloved: Man I didn't get a hug :(

Technoblade: You only live right down the road.

tubeloved: Is Technoblade offering to give me a hug??????? :0000000000 THE Technoblade?????? Warming up to me??????????????

Technoblade: No, I'm volunteering literally anyone else in my family. Technoblade: If you try to hug me you die.

tubeloved: I think he's warming up to me :)

ranbeloved: Can I have a hug too?

Jay Dee: you live across town tho?

ranbeloved: i can run

Crow Father: What?

ranbeloved: im omw now ranbeloved: be there in loke 5

tubeloved: YESSS RUN RANBOO RUN tubeloved: I WILL GIVE U SUCH BIG HUG >:)

ranbeloved: :D h gln

Thesesus: h gln?

ranbeloved: sorry I had to dodge a car

Crow Father: W H A T

tubeloved: BELOEVD???

multiple people are typing...

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thank you for reading!! if u liked this please like and rb, it really makes my day :) remember to drink water, take ur meds if u need to, take a break from ur binder if uve been wearing one for a while, and stay safe <3

taglist: @fruggin-bitch @notdingalingalingalingrita

[thefoundationproject]

1, 2, 3, and 5

1. How long ago did you start reading fanfiction? Writing fanfiction?

I started reading and writing fanfiction about the same time in the 90s.  I was extremely sick for most of my childhood and spent a ton of it in bed, so reading and writing were one of the few activities I could do.  The first fanfic I read that I remember was Aladdin, no clue what listserv I stumbled across to find that!  I remember though that it introduced me to 1001 Nights and that was where I developed my love for Fantasy, which lead nicely to Sci Fi later on.

The first fanfic I wrote was in an exercise book I claimed I lost but had squirreled away.  I would write chapters of my Yu Yu Hakusho OC’s adventures, pass it around to my friends at school and while that was going around I’d scribble little one-shots of X-Men on whatever I could get my hands on.  I’d get the book back, send the one-shots around to tide folks over and get to work on the next chapter.  Fun times!

2. How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both?

These days (as in the last 2 months) I write more than I read fanfiction because my free time vanished all at once and I still have so many ideas I want to do!  I still try to read a lot, definitely everything gifted to me or posted in the collection, but also branching out.  Read some from my favorite authors, some I don’t know well, etc.  I don’t want to get stagnant and the best way I’ve found to avoid that is to keep the input flowing, find many different styles and themes.

I won’t lie though.  I have (and will again) made the lovely life choice of starting a 100k+ fic at approximately 10 minutes before Responsible Sleeping Time and jerked awake later because I dropped my phone on my face.

3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do?

Lots!  I spent a ton of time reading in the Star Wars fandom long before I started writing.  The writers I could list are probably very familiar: Dogmatix, Norcumi, Blackkat, Flamethrower.  Jazzybot was the one single who single-handedly dangled the shiniest snippets she could find or think up in front of my little scrabbly paws and then when I went ‘more please’ basically made me write it myself.  And then I started writing and a ton of folks started writing in the Soft Wars universe and I never know what turn of phrase someone will use or what thing they’ll find important enough to expound on that will set off the plot bunny generator and off we go!

5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

I have a couple, not going to lie.  I think the biggest one is massive buckets of tags.  If I get distracted partway through reading through the tag list I’m probably going to default to moving on instead.  I guess it stemmed from old frustration at trying to find fic for a certain character, finding them tagged in something along with three dozen other characters and they end up named dropped once and that’s it.

I also can’t read things all lower case and/or no punctuation.  I get that it’s a stylistic/artistic choice but it isn’t for me.  

Chatfics where they use screennames instead of actual names and change them during the fic.  THOSE I’ll read because most often they’re hilarious, but I will 100% have a spreadsheet open tracking who is who while I read it and you may imagine me grumbling like a Golden Girl all the while.

[tottwritesfanfic]

Fanfic Authors Tag Game

Thankee for tagging @moramewhq​

AO3 name(s): Tottwriter, [REDACTED] Fandoms: Haikyuu!!, Digimon (a little lapsed, but I still tinker with my WIPs!), sliiiightly BNHA, and I have a TUA wip which I will someday resume. I try not to venture into new fandoms but, you know...I fail. Number of fics: I have 56 posted works, but also, uh... a few which I haven’t gotten to posting yet.

1. Fic I spent the most time on:

Um. Oh jeez. I mean, I guess nothing has overtaken Hope’s Fire just yet, because that’s the monster. Hopefully nothing else will? XD

2. Fic I spent the least time on:

Well this is genuinely a toss-up, because I have a few which I wrote for 20 minute prompt game fills, and then hardly even bothered to edit before they were thrown up on Ao3 without a backward glance.

Annoyingly, some of them are among my most popular works.

3. Longest fic:

Hope’s Fire! As I said, it’s the monster, currently clocking in at ~144k. My longest completed fic is The Ocean’s Curse though, which is 62.4k!

4. Shortest fic:

Okay so my shortest fic is actually a bit of weird experimental stuff I wrote for Starbound, which you will note I did not list in the fandoms above, lol. It’s old and weird and 351 words long... I don’t think anyone wants to read it. You don’t want to read it.

5. Most hits:

Hope’s Fire! It’s not really surprising tbh, given how long ago I started it and how many chapters it has. 

6. Most kudos:

Hope’s Fire wins this one too! I bet you’re all really shocked to learn this.

7. Most comment threads:

...imma give you lot one guess. 

8. Favorite fic I wrote:

fuck. Er. I dunno? I mean I write because I like writing them, you know? But honestly if I have to narrow it down... Parallel for the ‘serious’ fics, and either Press Play or (Not) Moving On for my more lighthearted stuff. It’s hard to pick when I swing between such tone extremes!

9. Fic you want to re-write:

I mean this is probably gonna sound really dumb but...kinda also Hope’s Fire??

Hear me out tho, because it’s complicated (and also I sorta already am). This fic started in 2015. I love it wholeheartedly, and I keep coming back to tinker and I wish life would stop throwing so much shit in my way and let me devote a bit more time to fic-writing so I continue it properly. 

But the periodic and spaced-out returns have meant that every time I knuckle down I end up re-reading the whole fic for continuity and tone reasons. You can probably see where this is going. Each time I read my old opening I cringe. It’s just not up to the standards of my writing today and it bugs me.

If I’m being brutally honest, part of the reason I haven’t updated it in so long is that I keep getting distracted going back and tweaking/fixing old chapters rather than focusing on new ones. It’s a bad habit but one I just can’t seem to kick.

10. Share bit of a WIP or a story idea you’re planning on:

You know, I’m actually gonna give two. I’ll drop them below a cut because this got long, but I know I have both Digimon and HQ peeps here and it’s sucky to be in the fandom that doesn’t get the love. I can’t promise when I’ll manage to get either of these posted (I’m trying to avoid adding more works to my Ao3 until they’re actually, you know, finished) but...they exist!

First up, we have Fun and Games at the Adventure Cafe

Yes, this is exactly what you think it is:

The notice on the door said “HELP WANTED” in large, sensible font.

The addendum “Enquire Within” sat below it, equally formal.

Scribbled underneath in scruffy handwriting was just one more addition:

     ‘as in we’re hiring. dw we know what we’re doing.’

   The notice on the door the following morning was back to plain old:

     HELP WANTED      Enquire Within

…It lasted half a day or so, at least.

As Sora remarked later, it was a wonder they got any applicants at all. Then again, as Taichi remarked, it wasn’t as though a lot of places were taking on extra staff—which was something of an oddity as the summer approached.

“It’s that swanky place round the corner,” he said with disgust, peering out of the window. “Bastards are driving everyone out of business.”

“But not you guys, right!” piped up their current interviewee. “You’re doing great! Honestly, as soon as I saw the sign I knew I had to apply. I’ve always wanted to start my own ramen business, and I figure I ought to start out with a popular place like this and get some real experience in the industry, you know?”

“Er, yes. Right,” Sora remarked, looking over his application. “Well, Daisuke, I will have to warn you that as a new hire you’d be working front-of-house rather in the kitchen, but if you’re okay with that—”

“Eh, just tell him he’s hired already,” Taichi replied, turning back to face them with a grin. “Yamato could definitely use a hand in the kitchen sometimes, so taking on a future all-rounder makes total sense.”

From the look Sora shot him, it perhaps didn’t, but Daisuke was already practically leaping to his feet with a grin, exclaiming that they could totally rely on him, and he absolutely would not let them down and could start the next day if they needed him to.

Next up, for my HQ peeps, here’s a little snippet from Connection Problems, my longtime langushing halfway chatfic. I’m not sharing the chatfic stuff because formatting tumblr is hell, though. 

Kenma always suspected that being a third year would turn out to be a pain, but he’d rather hoped his fears wouldn’t be realised within the first few weeks of the school year. Really, it’s bad enough that Kuro, Yaku and Kai have left, and that everyone else nominated him for the role of Captain (he’d talked them down to being Vice Captain instead, but that, apparently, was as low as they were prepared to go). He does not need Taketora constantly pestering him about—of all things—a chat group as well.

“Come on, I thought you and Kuroo were like, joined at the hip or something! Don’t try and act like you don’t miss him now he’s at university.”

He shrugs. “I have a phone. We’re keeping in touch.” Because, really. That’s all that matters, isn’t it? Why does everyone have to complicate things so much?

“Yeah, but, it’s not the same, right? Besides, what the hell! You spend all that time on your phone as it is. And even Fukunaga joined, right?”

Kenma glances over at Shouhei, who nods, grinning sheepishly. Drat.

“Still, I don’t have that chat app you all use,” he says. “It’s too much trouble setting it up, when I can message Kuro just fine.”

That should have been the end of it. Any rational person would have seen that it was no good, and left him in peace. Kuro would have, certainly. Not pushing—never pushing, actually. Just nudging him along a little, and even then, only when it comes to volleyball. He’s learnt all of Kenma’s limits over the years.

But the thing is, Kuro isn’t there any more. It’s just himself, Taketora and Shouhei, and okay, Shouhei never pushes—he hardly ever says anything, for that matter. But Taketora is clearly some sort of demon and he, Kenma, is being punished. Maybe he really pissed someone off in a previous life. Maybe this is a penance so he can piss someone off in his next life with a free pass. Either way, the badgering doesn’t let up.

Kenma holds out until the 27th of May. Seven weeks of hassling is more than enough for anyone.

Aaaand for tagging how about: @ahiddenpath, @humandisasterbuckybarnes, @mooifyourecows