#FANFICTION READER

[whiskeyandcigarsmoke]

Give me that good hurt

[starsmacabray]

your favorite book is prisoner of azkaban? you know the backstory of regulus black? dumbledore is the villain?

i see you. i know what you are

[fraugwinska]

I wanna start a Picrew/Quiz Trend TOO!

I love tag/reblog games, I love picrew, and I'm finally healthy again. Let's see how far this'll get :D

This is what I look like (Do this picrew): https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/114808

This is my gulty pleasure FF trope (Take this quiz): https://uquiz.com/quiz/R9ao4q/which-fanfic-trope-are-you

That's what I listen to while reading said trope (Find your birth song): https://playback.fm/birthday-song

And Post your results! I'll gladly go first :>

This is what I look like:

This is my guilty pleasure FF trope:

This is what I listen to while reading said trope:

Here are my tags to get this steamboat rolling: @macabr3-barbi3 @chefskjssart @jurijyuu @hazelfoureyes @minkdelovely @sugoi-writes @synamartia @penelope-potter @slutforalastor @bapple117 @ritualofcirice

[lunarthecorvus]

I've been reading reading fanficition for one year (I started reading fanficiton in late April), so I thought I'd collect my word count and fic count by looking through my history, and here's my stats:

I've read: 525 fics

I've read: 12,739,506 words

in 1 year

Here's a fun fact about me: I've only read six of crows fanficiton about one couple, which is Kaz Brekker + Inej Ghafa and their friends, aka the rest of the crows, its just usually kanej centered.

So I've read over 12 MILLION words of the same two people falling in love again and again, for almost exactly 1 year and believe me I do not plan to stop

[gaypirate420]

That feeling when you want a comfort fluffy fic about your comfort character but all you find is smut.

[loudeluxe]

FR: Euuuh, salut tout le monde ? Je sais pas trop comment Tumblr marche donnnc je tente xDD

Ouverture de mon Tumblr en postant un potit fanart fait hier d'une fanfic (oui, i'm a fanfic reader). "Trust Me" (AKA: Fais moi confiance), écrite par @chiconisroc, sur AO3:

J'ai eu sa permission, parce que oui je préfère toujours demander pour faire un fanart d'une fanfic ou d'une histoire, on ne sait jamais ^^

J'espère qu'il vous plait, moi je me suis beaucoup amusée à le faire ^^

Dessin fait sur: Procreate

(j'espère que je me foire pas trop xDD)

ENG: Uuuuh, Hi everyone ? I don't really knoow how Tumblr works sooo I try xDD Opening my Tumblr page by poosting a little fanart made yesterday of a fanfic (yes, I'm a fanfic reader). "Trust Me", written by chiconisroc. on AO3 (link above :)).

I had they're permission, because yes I always prefer to ask to make fanart of a fanfic or a story, you never know ^^

I hope you like it, I really enjoyed drawing it ^^

Drawn with: Procreate

(I hope i'm doing this right xDD)

[littlemanwithlonghair]

Proposition that we have a mini series where spock gets a cat by some strange circumstance and its like three-five episodes of him dealing with cat behavior, one if them is him worrying about the cat in his own spock way cuz it slept all day “captain I’m fairly certain the cat doesn’t need to sleep for sixteen hours straight-“, another is him dealing with 3am zoomies, one could be him trying to work but the cat keeps meowing at him for attention or walking across his keyboard, and it all ends with kirk going “cats are cute, but i think im more of a dog person”

[chaoticfandomgirly]

So you all have the Marauders fandom that is mostly out of jkr's clutches. It's super gay and fun and we all love it.

BUT...what if I tell you about the Four Founders fandom where Jkr only has her the tip of her little pinky, giving us a LOT to work with. Where it's old magic, medieval fantasy with cottage core aesthetic, discovering Hogwarts, battles, royalty, found family, strangers to hostile friends to friends to lovers to enemies! and as usual pain...a lot of pain. This one is also gay just in case anyone was wondering.

'Cause I have a project going on. I already have some dedicated readers, but just in case anyone missed out here's your chance!

[niennawept]

Reading Bagginshield fics while knowing nothing about dwarves is hilarious because you can tell me anything vaguely plausible about them and I will just nod. Is that canon or fanon?

IDK, but I'm having a good time.

[xx-rennyxx]

To all who don't reblog here are some reasons why you should:

1.It helps your favourite blogs reach a bigger audience

2.You can search tags from reblog post to find a fic of a certain character

3.It makes the people who create the work happy

Just a reminder that people are contributing to fandoms in their free time and not getting paid for their work so give them support and show your gratitude.

[whiskeyandcigarsmoke]

Yeah know what...

I'm just gonna go back thru all my bookmarked Poolverine fics, and read them all over again. And I'm gonna leave comments on every one, because why not. I enjoy and love what everyone wrotes, it brightens up my damn day. Sometimes, stories about these two idiots is the only thing that gets me to laugh or smile. Some of these stories have helped me break down and cry, letting out a bunch of pent of emotions. Some of these Poolverine fics have helped me re-look and examine myself.

So yeah, I'm gonna leave a bunch of comments. It's the least I can do for all the amazing works these fanfiction authors have given me for free.

Go find your favorite fic and let that author know what their story means to you.

[starsmacabray]

RELIGIOUS TRAUMA HOPECORE (?)

i grew up a mormon, which may come as a surprise if you’ve read any of my works lmao

in such, i have read the King James Bible over 40 times. this is literally not a joke- i had long passages of it memorized for quite some time before i escaped the church

THE POINT IS, i have officially read more fanfiction (in words) than having reading the bible 40 times over (around 30 million words, phew)

i feel indescribably free

[inkwyvern]

The first draft of the first scene from my new Huskerdust fic, hopefully being published on Ao3 soon.

...

It only takes a moment for an empire to fall. One short, desperate moment, a badly-placed bet and a tight, suffocating handshake, and yet the fall from grace feels like an eternity. Husk had hit rock bottom a long time ago, yet he still felt like he was falling.

He was entirely convinced that Alastor had placed the hotel's bar along the west wall of the entrance hall on purpose. Through the stained-pink window across the hall Husk had the perfect view of his old empire; the neon lights in perpetual darkness a contrast to the fluorescent liveliness of the surrounding clubs. The Jackpot Casino had been an empty shell for years, and it was a bitter irony to Husk that even in his absence the building mirrored him perfectly. An old, empty shell, its once enviable glamour long forgotten.

His new empire stretched from the faded velvet barstools at one end of the bar, to the flickering Beelzejuice sign at the other. A wooden counter, ten feet of red carpet, and a half-finished bottle of whiskey stashed under the bar. That was his new paradise, for lack of a better one.

He sat on the stool behind the bar, fishing under the counter without looking. He'd reached for that bottle enough times to know where to put his hand. His gaze switched from the casino in the distance to the other end of the room, where the majority of the hotel's staff were grouped together on the faded couches.

“We can't just trust that things will work out.” Charlie turned back to the large whiteboard, the kind you'd find in an office or classroom, and studied it with a determined furrow in her brow. Husk wasn't entirely sure where she had managed to find such an object in Hell, but the Princess did always manage to surprise him with what she could accomplish when she put her mind to it. After all, she had just redeemed her very first sinner. At last, some semblance of payoff to her unending optimism.

“Pentious tried to kill us multiple times, if he can get into Heaven then Angel definitely can.” Vaggie shifted her legs on the couch to lean forwards.

It had only been 24 hours since the cherub entered the hotel, refusing to talk to Husk and instead waiting impatiently at the concierge desk. “Mm, yeah, no, I'm afraid I'll have to wait for Princess Charlotte. No yeah, sorry, this information is too important to be entrusted to anyone but the Princess!” Husk had found himself half-hoping Niffty would mistake the little pest for a bug and stab her between the wings. It was only once Charlie had appeared in the room that the cherub gave her the golden envelope that had changed everything.

“So don't this mean problem solved?” Angel kicked his legs up on the arm of the couch. “Why are we still stressin’ out over this shit?”

“Because we can't exactly keep killing all our guests and hoping they'll end up in Heaven, Angel.” As she spoke, Charlie doodled a tiny drawing of Angel on the board, complete with a tiny yellow halo. “Heaven's finally accepted that sinners can be redeemed, they're just not ready to open up the gates to demons yet.”

“Which means, they don't trust us not to send up an army of murderers and cannibals to invade,” Vaggie added, her tone dry as she glanced around the room, her eyes lingering on the more dubious characters who called the hotel home.

Angel rolled his eyes. “Gee, who knows why they think Hell is full of cannibals. I wonder where they got that idea from.” He nodded to a guest walking up the stairs nearby, one of the few cannibals that had stuck around after the battle against the exorcists.

The letter from Heaven was pinned up on the whiteboard with a little magnet shaped like a smiling cloud. Husk didn't need to read it again to remember what it said:

Princess Charlotte Morningstar,

We, the esteemed High Council of Heaven, write to inform you that a resident of your ‘Hazbin Hotel’ has, following an unfortunate miscommunication with an angel, reincarnated at the gates to Heaven's realm. As such, we are proposing a reconsideration of your redemption plan.

A new trial will be held to investigate the potential for a soul to be redeemed. If you are able to evidence that this hotel is the primary contributor to that soul's redemption, then we will consider opening our gates for more of your residents in the future. Until this date the annual extermination of souls shall be temporarily postponed, with its reinstatement dependent on the outcome of the trial.

The trial shall be held on the eve of the first lunar eclipse of the new year. Your attendance as Princess of Hell is required, as is that of your chosen resident and any character witnesses you deem necessary.

We hope that these proceedings can create a stronger bond between Heaven and Hell, and reduce any such misunderstandings in the future.

Sincerely,

The High Council of Heaven

‘Misunderstandings’, yeah fucking right, Husk thought to himself. What exactly about Pentious’ death had been a misunderstanding?

“Why am I being used as your fuckin’ guinea pig again?”

“Because you've progressed so much since you came here, Angel! I'm so proud of how far you've come!” Charlie was on the verge of tearing up at the thought, her eyes shining with the kind of hope that only she could maintain in a place like Hell.

“Plus you're the only resident we have left who's been here more than a month.” Vaggie added. Then, after a wounded look from her girlfriend, she conceded “and you've progressed a lot since you joined us, I guess.”

“Hey, I’m only here because Little Miss Princess over here decided to accost me in the streets.”

Charlie thought for a moment. “Hey Angel, do you think you would’ve checked into the hotel if I hadn’t asked you myself?”

“Sure, but only for the free room.” Angel shrugged with a smirk. “What? Crack is expensive!” he added as Vaggie shot him a glare. “That’s the only reason I put up with all your dumb sharing circles and shit.”

Husk barked a laugh, unable to help himself. “That excuse is more expired than that rotting deer carcass in Alastor’s room. You’ve been sober for months. Well, off the pills at least,” he added, eyeing the glass in Angel’s hand. It wasn’t as if he could judge; they all had their vices. “You might as well admit that you really do like it here. Unlike me and Nif, you’re not tied to this place against your will.”

“I like being tied up against my will.”

Husk picked Niffty up by her collar and dropped her back on the other side of the bar. “Shit like that is why I don’t let you back here.” he mumbled.

“Oh please Husk, I’m sure you would’ve found your way to the hotel eventually, even without Alastor.” Charlie said.

“Nope,” Husk replied bluntly.

“Yeah Husky, you really sayin’ you wouldn’t wanna be around the princess and her infectious energy all day every day?” Angel’s eyes held an amused glint that mirrored the sarcasm in his voice. Charlie remained oblivious to both.

Husk growled under his breath, a sound of frustration and begrudging affection. “No offense, Princess, but without Alastor, I’d still be runnin’ my casino downtown. I’d have my own shit to work on instead of helping you with this fucking charity case.”

Seeing Charlie’s crestfallen face, Husk sighed, his gruff exterior cracking just a little. “Although I do admit it’s different now. Like it or not, you’re the best group of drinking buddies I’ve had in a while, and I ain’t going nowhere. We fought an exorcist army together; no casino would mean more than that.” The quiet crackle of static drew his eyes over to Alastor, his grin as wide as ever, but his eyes boring deep into Husk thoughtfully.

“We're getting off track,” Charlie said abruptly, picking up the marker pen again and starting to draw more scribbles onto the whiteboard, her focus shifting back to the task at hand. Husk noticed with a grimace that she had managed to find a rainbow multipack of markers, and each color had been used at least twice so far. Even the lines connecting the drawings were tiny looping rainbows. “We have to get Angel into Heaven, or else they won’t let us—”

Angel sighed loudly, cutting her off as he approached the bar. “I’ll need another to get through any more of this today,” he muttered to Husk, sliding his empty glass across the counter.

Behind him, Charlie frowned. “Angel, it's 9am. Don't you think it's a bit early for drinking?”

“It’s Hell, dollface. I ain’t in Heaven yet,” Angel shot back with a smirk. “Be happy I’m stickin’ to the soft stuff.” He pointed to the whiskey on the shelf behind Husk. “Neat. But put it in a martini glass; I’m feelin’ fancy today.”

Husk chuckled as he poured the drink. “Just smile and nod, she'll move on to her next obsession soon.”

Angel looked unconvinced, his eyes narrowing slightly. “I ain’t so sure. She’s really determined to make me her new guinea pig for this.”

“You’ll be fine,” Husk reassured him, sliding the drink across the bar. “You’ve made a lot of progress, and she knows that.” He fished his own bottle from under the bar and walked over to the couches with Angel. “When she calms down, she’ll remember that.”

“You've seen Charlie calm? When?” Angel snorted.

Husk smiled. “True. C’mon, let's get this meeting over with.”

[lunarthecorvus]

Fanfic so good that it completely changes your opinion on a side character