#BECAUSE GUYS THIS FIC IS AMAZING

[sunset-sunbun]

fanart for Like A Wheel Ever Turning because this fic has me in a chokehold <3

(click for better quality) O ugh

i struggled so much on the smile doodle- I wanted to get the expression justttttttt right. I'm still unsure how well I did TTwTT also I'm near if not absolutely certain none of these are actual quotes from the fic just little summaries of events in my brainnn

if you want to ACTUALLY SEE THEM! THEN PLEAS PELAS PLEAS LEAS PLEASSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE CHECK IT OUT

fic is by @annasofthe11thdimension and they are fucking incredible <333333

[groovebunker]

i know this gets said a lot so i'm just shouting into the same void as everyone else but whatever.

if you like someone's fic and you would like to read more of that person's fic, one of the best things you can do is appear in that person's inbox/dms/Ao3 comments etc and talk to them about it. what did you love about the fic? how did it make you feel? did you think the characters are being absolute idiots?

and if it's something that's being updated, the author will probably just ramble on at you for several hours about their fic! about where it's going and their understanding of the characters and their arcs and their headcanons for the plot. and they'll probably ask you what you think too!! and then you get to tell them those things!! basically what i'm saying is don't be shy.

if you do this enough, you become friends with the author and they'll terrorise you daily, so you know, be warned.

[mxfrodo]

y'all for fucking real. don't fucking write slave fics or x reader fics of aventurine's slavery??? are you guys out of your goddamn minds???

[everlusts]

i love dead dove saurondriel so much it consumes me all the time where are my fellow enjoyers like we gotta rally against those annoying purists that can’t seem to fathom enjoying dark aspects of a fictional pairing!!

[badassfetish]

Alright, time to celebrate this beautiful thing @galladrabbles is! Congratulations Evie @energievie and Vey @look-i-love-u for this amazing fun project! It's a pleasure to be part of this every week, also an honor to get to know so many talented gallavichers through these stories. My prompt was "Ambulance" so here's a special one --------------------

It was the biggest riot Cook County Prison ever had. All rescue units were called due to multiple inmates stabbed and injured.

EMT Ian knew where he was going. He was terrified. Was Mickey safe?

Once there, his eyes searched among the many bruised men. Soon, he saw Officers Evie and Vey carrying a pale unconscious Mickey, covered in blood. His heart stopped. -- Put him inside here, I'll check him

As soon as they were alone, Mickey opened one eye with a smile

-- Missed me, doc? -- Oh Jesus, Mickey!! Is this fake blood?! -- Shut up and shut the ambulance door

[frog-with-no-therapy]

I want a spider X dcu but have Peter working at the league's base in space as a mechanic or a scientist, cause of course they will have the best material and information to help him make a way home. Except that Peter is weird.

Like, weird weird. Like, spider bite kind of weird with a hint of different culture from a different world kind of weird.

Listen most of his interactions with humans in their world is with them cause he's at the watchtower all the time, so his understanding of what is normal is a bit skew, and he probably also got used to acting more spidery, especially when in a lab or sm (courtesy of his time at the avenger tower where he doesn't really have to hide his spidery side)

Then you take into account him having a different kind of humour and a different set of memes and you have the whole justice league thinking he's secretly an alien

[conqueenror]

People often forget the fact that the main character/cast in the story doesn't have to believe in the right thing. They can be very wrong, they can die while believing in something very wrong. And it's not just the "tragic" very wrong, nor the "badass villain" very wrong, it is actually something disgusting and inhumane, that makes people feel terrible knowing that in some story, the main cast can have awful morals. In some stories, no character, not the main cast nor the villain, may have the right insight on something. And people will automatically assume that the story and the author are terrible, because everything is so bad in the story. Except, this makes people ignore said story itself. The right belief may actually be hidden, and only uncovered by seeing what these characters, main cast or villains, get in the end. You can't know that running wild on the rocky ground is a bad idea, until you fall, or hear it from someone else.

[a-very-sparkly-nerd]

I know in the grand scheme of things that this is by no means a lot, but it doesn't stop me from being FLOORED by the reception of my Rayllum Month stuff?!?! Like these PROPORTIONS are NUTS to me and I'm just over here in my bedroom sobbing my eyes out that my stuff (apparently) resonates with people the way I really want it to.

(^ the proportions in question)

Like, out of 895 people, and SO FAST (6 days, as of my posting this), 15 subscribed and I've got 79 kudos?! And 16 bookmarks?! AND 17 PEOPLE CARED ENOUGH TO COMMENT WHAT THE HECK?!?!?! I'm an emotional mess you guys and ik it's not a lot but it means EVERYTHING to me that people like my writing and I just CAN'T-

[siletrea]

YO! Fanfic writers!

Hey! @crazylittlejester @unironicallycringe @hero-of-the-wolf @twistingnightmare-s @tashacee I like your fics! I like how you write! and I appreciate you! (I'm also an artist and I wanna doodle something for you guys if you want!) I'm a bit rusty at 2D but I need the practice and I feel like you guys have treated your communities to so much good fic food, that you guys deserve a little treat in return!

so if you want a little doodle of something lemme know! (and if not that is ok too as I don't wanna make anyone uncomfortable)

[oneluckydragon]

got hit with the echo+sora brainrot so i am once more rambling in your askbox about it. because reasons.

anywho i think there is something truly saddening about echo's struggles to make peace within herself and how she truly finds it hard to find that peace when she is so certain that if the truth about her origins were to be revealed to the world, much less to *sora*, everything she achieved, everything she worked for, all of which matters to her most, will crumble away in a moment's notice.

but the fear of losing all your life's work is none compared to the fear of losing sora. the feeling of poison that settled itself within themselves and between each other out of fear and tragedy of what had happened to them is familiar. echo's resemblance to dusknoir was already enough to set the two off because of how much it had all hurt to see someone you love and yourself turn into a mockery and a splitting image of someone who had pretended to care yet showed he never did at all, but this poison is louder. it hurts to bare, to carry, and to have none but yourself to be its sole holder.

but this poison, this feeling of heartache is different. because whereas the previous pain was something both of them felt, sora was lucky enough to not have known the truth about the person who she cares for so dearly.

echo knows that she used to be darkrai. and it haunts her to have known that her previous incarnation was so *cruel*, all for the sake of it just feeling right. wishing to engulf an entire world in darkness, solely for whatever desire she used to have.

and for how much she knows, how much she will hammer it into her own head that she is *not* like that anymore, that she looks at her past with sneer and disgust and that she will not be the barer of evil anymore, it will not matter in the slightest when she will have to look at sora if she were to ever find out.

how afraid, angry and dejected she would look when finding out, and how she will go on the defense/offense because of how much this will overwhelm her.

because when echo looks at her own shadow, she sees herself for what she is. she knows what she is, be it out of shame or guilt.

but when sora will look at it, she will see a tall, contorting and menacing shadow, towering over with a bright cyan eye doing nothing but looking at her, as if tempting her to make the next move.

and she defends herself. from someone she knows will not harm her. she raises her arms up in self defense from a hand that would never hurt her more than the world has already did.

she knows echo will not hurt her. and thats why she is afraid.

Oh my oh my OH MY, Sinnoh!!! YES YES YES!

HOW!!! IN THE WORLD!!! Are you so good at crawling into my head and creating these vivid analysis/snippets on my OCs??? I've barely shared ANY information about Echo and Sora because I've been wanting to hoard most of my stuff for when my fic is finally finished... but... I think you've broken my resolve a bit, if I'm entirely honest.

You know what? I'm so inspired by your accuracy and eagerness to talk about my girls that I'm gonna forgo my crippling anxiety regarding my writing skills and instead post a snippet of my WIP fic here as a treat for you. A teaser, if you will. Since I have no idea when the fic in question will actually be done and ready (or when I will be satisfied with it, cause the thing is currently 36,000 words and still slowly climbing). And now you've got me eager to share SOMETHING of my fic with you and anyone that might want to take a peek at it.

Please enjoy this conversation between Dusknoir and Echo. The topic deals a lot with what you'd described up above!! c:

[Note: this is an unedited part of my fic because I am still in the process of writing and it may change in the future, so please be gentle w/ me but I'd love to read any thoughts/comments that pop up while reading!! pls send asks or replies or anything really cause I love you guys]

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“I’m going to tell you something now, and you are going to listen.” Echo commands with a sharp bite in her voice that Dusknoir cannot fathom ignoring. He pauses and then offers a slow nod, waiting, wondering what she could possibly desire to tell him at a time like this, of all things.

Minutes pass as Echo remains rooted in place, still as her own shadow, and her eyes dart around as she stares at the patches of dry grass and sand beneath her paws. Her claws clench and unclench, digging into the earth like daggers as the wind of the forest (it’s trees so close, just behind them, a looming sort of presence that could engulf them whole) whistles through the surrounding branches, carrying stray leaves of many bright greens through the chilling breeze. Dusknoir watches them dance around Echo, twirling, floating down, down, down… but it’s quiet, too quiet, and Dusknoir feels a shiver pass through him when Echo’s voice finally rings out through the silence.

"When I evolved, Sora was petrified," She says, nearly a whisper, an admission that melts away her confidence and appears to bring her a flood of both shame and regret. Her face twists up then, strangely, like she’d felt a twinge of pain from somewhere deep inside the very fabric of her own soul and was unable to quell it. "She couldn’t even bring herself to look at me most days. At first, my appearance… well, it reminded her too much of you. And eventually of someone I used to be.”

Someone I used to be. At that, Dusknoir’s immediate reaction is to recall Echo’s previous life as a human, as the miserable shell of a creature surviving alongside Grovyle that he’d relentlessly hunted in the dark future. A human made of contempt and anger and apathy, who never smiled or laughed or cried or screamed like the old legends said humans would-- an entity that simply existed rather than lived. An echo of a life long dead and buried. But, judging by her tone, by her voice, by some uneasy intuition itching in the back of his mind like a swarm of pestilent Ninjask… he knows that she means something else entirely. Something that she isn’t willing to share. And frankly, that concept utterly terrifies him.

Someone I used to be. Dusknoir wants to speak, to break his own silence, wants to ask the myriad of questions bubbling up in his throat because this isn't the first time she's hinted at another life beyond being human, but those questions die at the source like a flame doused in water. And always the coward, coward, coward, instead he takes the easy way out by doing nothing at all. Whether Echo notices his surge of inner conflict or not-- the nervous wring of his hands and the tremble in his spine that he cannot control under her gaze-- she does not react.

“I’d take a step and Sora would flinch away.” Echo confesses, her markings flickering with light before going dark and dead, as if her body wished to snuff them out entirely, a deep seated rejection, a self-loathing so strong that Dusknoir cannot help but recognize it and empathize, and his heart aches, “It took ages for her to stop shaking when I’d speak. To stop looking at me like-- like I was going to…” 

Echo grimaces like she’s enduring waves of grueling torture and doesn’t finish that string of thought, but it’s not hard to make an educated guess on what went unsaid. Like I was going to betray her. Hurt her. Break her heart. She’s been through so much already and I couldn’t bear to be another influence in the history of her suffering. I hate myself because of how I made her feel. When her eyes went wide in fear and through them I could see myself staring back like some sort of burden, some sort of curse.

“I am not my past.” Proud and true, Echo straightens up and holds her head high, a spark igniting in her eyes, a glint of determination, a will to keep going and going despite such circumstances and strife, despite this horrid, unspeakable past that haunts her so, “And I am definitely not you. It’s taken a while, but I know that much now. I’ve accepted it.”

I am not my past. And I am definitely not you.

A sigh, a breath, and Echo glances at him with a certain sorrow that cannot be described, a sorrow that lingers even through the veil of her tenacity, "But no matter how I feel, no matter my conviction, my shadows still find ways through the cracks. Every time I think I'm getting a grip and that I might finally understand myself… I change all over again." She admits, sounding more angry and tired than defeated now-- like a mirror of her old self, her human self that had clawed and damned and cursed him, despised him more than anything. "I hate it. I hate that I never truly know who I am. That I have to learn about my past through stories others tell me, or through fragments of twisted, broken memories that I wouldn't wish on anyone. Through conflict and pain and… and..."

"Echo," Dusknoir murmurs her name softly, an offering, a potential escape if only she would wish to drop the subject and forget this conversation had ever happened-- if she'd overstepped and needed an excuse to back out, a diversion, an understanding. And briefly, Dusknoir wonders why she is opening up about this particular information, why she would delve into something so vulnerable, so personal. Why she would bring up this hurtful history when it obviously brings her great discomfort.

And then, he gets an answer.

“You’re lucky, Dusknoir." There it is, that wildfire burning in her eyes again. A spark that’s new and bold and startling. But lucky? No, never. He'd have to disagree, accounting the mountain of evidence that was his life and regrettable deeds.

"You already know exactly who you are and what you’ve done, and most importantly why. You have more than a tattered picture of yourself that reflects broken answers. And you can change with that knowledge. I see you trying.” She tells him, searching, looking for something so deeply and Dusknoir wishes he knew what it could be so that he could give it to her, because he would, he would gladly give it to her without a second thought if it meant they could be close again. But he isn’t a fool, and he’s wise enough to know they’ll never be like they were before. “And if somehow I could change, even as half-assed as I have. Well, then what’s your excuse?”

You can do it, say her unspoken words, I believe in you.

[millenniumringg]

Would you guys be mad if I posted Cornered 2 and then maybe didn’t post past chapter 5 for a long time because that hasn’t been written yet and also would you be mad if I posted a whole bunch of other AUs that I’ve been hoarding that I really want to share but haven’t finished writing them which also means only getting a few chapters and then waiting a long time as I rotate between like 5 different fics at once would that be okay would you hate me

[omgeto]

incoming tattoo artist boyfriend!geto...

[blaithnne]

AU where season 2 Kaisa meets the fandom's interpretation of her pre-season 2

[elendsessor]

3 for the general KH asks and 2 for whichever character that is in the character asks. :D

merging both together!!!!

roxas. i mean there’s a lot of characters i really like and this is definitely nostalgia bias but he was the first really openly complex tragic protag i experienced as a kid (that wasn’t from a tv show and one i was able to catch onto). and god did the writers love kicking him while he’s down. in general the sea salt trio is fantastically done—by far the best written trio in the series—but how in some ways roxas is a bit of a contrast to sora is so wonderfully heartbreaking.

and hey you can bash the opening of 2 like every other person under the sun but him discovering his life was a lie and the “looks like my summer vacation is finally over” moment is just AUGHHHH!!!!!!

if it weren’t for him we wouldn’t have gotten the best boss theme btw. vector to the heavens wouldn’t exist if there was no xion and the tragedy of xion plus that entire buildup wouldn’t have happened if there was no roxas.

only thing i don’t like about him isn’t even his fault, more of a canon thing. this is bleeding into character ask #3 but kh3 (especially since 3 was full of character assassinations) really undermined that sacrifice. look i missed him as much as the next guy, the trio reunion was sweet, any moment with sora relapsing on those memories is wonderful, he shouldn’t have come back the way he did if at all. i was expecting axel-lea to die and ultimately reunite with the gang that way even if roxas technically isn’t dead and xion sorta stopped existing, and i think that could’ve been the perfect bittersweet conclusion. the writers could’ve found a way mmkay. let them rest.

what i’m trying to say is taking the tragedy out of roxas kinda butchers his character to me. idk if i’m the only one in the history of forever to think that.

[daylightisviolent]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hatchetfield Universe - Team StarKid Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hannah Foster & Daniel | Stopwatch (Hatchetfield) & Sophia | Spitfire (Hatchetfield), Daniel | Stopwatch & Sophia | Spitfire (Hatchetfield), Hannah Foster & Sophia | Spitfire (Hatchetfield) Characters: Sophia | Spitfire (Hatchetfield), Daniel | Stopwatch (Hatchetfield), Hannah Foster (Hatchetfield), Douglas "Duke" Keane (mentioned), Original Nonbinary Character (Mentioned) Additional Tags: Nightmare Time 2: Yellow Jacket, Post-canon (sort of), Hannah and Lex haven't left Hatchetfield, Trauma, Mentions of Violence, Kids being able to be kids!!, That's what they deserve!, Popsicles, Some angst, Post-Possession, mentions of mind control, Fluff, Autistic Hannah Foster, Sophia has the best friends in the world and their names are Hannah and Daniel Summary:

Sophia’s skin felt hot as the match bell rang to announce her victory. Too hot.

aka: the primary colour trio having post-match popsicles

[lpsgirl109]

Need another godsend to acknowledge me as a beloved author in the mfa fandom so it can boost me into writing for that show again