#I thrive off fanfic

[sugarpasteltmnt]

OKAY I wanted to wait till tomorrow to post this but I got excited seeing your response to my teaser and y'know...

I took this more as a lighting/colorpalette study so it's a bit different from Void's usual design I see featured on here often :) Idk if I'm fully happy with how it came out but it's a study so eeehhhh whatever haha.

He is indeed very shaped and I love drawing him so I hope you enjoy :D

(This is based on my loose idea of what his #facereveal could be like but we'll see what you have actually planned >:))

WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!! 💘💗💙❤️🧡❣️💞💓💛💙❤️💘💗💓❤️💜💘💗💕💛💙💘💖🩵!!!!

MY FUNKY FRESH BOI I LOVE HIM??? AHHH!!!

[chocoloom]

Might be an unpopular opinion, but I need more crossover fanfictions in my life man there like. My favorite kinda of fic.

I like seeing characters getting thrust into wildly different situations and conflicts than what they’re used to. I like seeing characters react and compare differences between the world they’re from and the world they’re in. I like seeing characters with similar struggles getting to interact when they wouldn’t otherwise because they’re from two different worlds. I like seeing characters from different media clash with each other because they have differing perspectives on something, or seeing characters from different media learn from each other by interacting. I just feel like we need more of those, for funsies y’know?

For example, what if Edward Elric ended up in Dungeon Meshi. How would he react upon witnessing or discovering Falin’s resurrection and finding out that it worked. Other than absolute anger (which is a given with Ed’s temper), would he be jealous, just a bit, because Marceille succeeded in bringing back the one she loved? Why did she succeed while he and his brother failed and said failure has horrifically impacted their lives? How would learning about a SUCCESSFUL resurrection impact the actions he takes in the future? Would he relate to Laios, as both of them are dedicated older siblings who feel responsible for their younger siblings? Especially considering both of them feel directly responsible for their siblings becoming horrifically altered due to their actions. How does he interact with Senshi? Do they bond over similar views on seeing humans as small, but vital parts of the world’s ecosystem? I bet Senshi would love Ed’s appetite, what with him having a bottomless pit of a stomach (due to human transmutation shenanigans).

I dunno, I feel like there’s a lot of untapped potential in crossovers, both in terms of angst and in terms of just, general chaos and comedy. Like, imagine Sailor Moon in one of the Souls games like Elden Ring. Or putting Kirby in Disco Elysium? Can you imagine the insanity?! Cuz I can, it’s hilarious.

[mar-zom]

im good, im fine, im having a fantastic time writing Angsty Crowley crying alone in his Bently. im so normal about this.

[compromised-emotionally]

Challengers was amazing but I feel like I have such blue balls from the Art/Patrick relationship

[aria0fgold]

Gonna be real you should make fanfic about the TCOCC characters. Meta fanfic about fictional characters that are fictional in the narrative they originate from.....

DON'T TEMPT ME! sakzdxfcgvhj I've been thinking bout that several times now cuz I'm so starved for the chateau trio that I've been thinkin of just making every possible content for them myself at this point orz... My dearest blorbos... From a book within a game. They've only a handful of crumbs to their existence </3

[ahyesthesufferingoftvteens]

Hehehehehehe! Chapter Six of The Hollow: Realm of the Forgotten has dropped on A03! I’m really liking how I’m writing this story. Hoping I’ll get more feedback soon. OoO

[crow-aeris]

My little Fox!Tim au thing. You can find it on AO3, alongside the other- barely edited- works in the series, but you can read the first thing here too. I’m looking to post all of them here eventually, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

If asked about him, the few people who have interacted with him will say, “Timothy Drake? Why, he’s such a polite little child! Timothy’s a darling, his father’s a Hunter, hear? Jack’s one of the world’s finest, and don’t forget about Janet either. She’s the best tracker money will find you. I’m sure the kid will grow up just like them. Timothy is a Drake through and through.”

His father would place his hands on Tim’s shoulders, nudging him forward with a broad, charming grin. His mother would smile too, sharp and cold and cunning.

If asked about him, people would not doubt that he’s a human. Timothy acts like a human, smells like a human, and has a Hunter for a father! Why would Timothy Jackson Drake be anything other than human?

Well, there are two reasons why.

His too-sharp senses, his pointy teeth, and his eyes, weren’t they glowing just a second ago?

As a child, Tim remembers his mother whispering in his ears just before she leaves with Jack on another Hunters’ trip, “Remember, my Moon, I love you. I know you’ll miss me, and I’ll miss you too, but this is for your own good. I will return soon, I promise. And when you’re old enough, I’ll tell you everything. I Promise.”

She would kiss his forehead and a blanket of warmth would settle over his shoulders, and he would feel safe and content.

One day, while Tim was perusing the Drake Manor Library, he stumbled across a book written by an author whose name was scratched out long ago. He was leafing through the pages, something guiding his hands and quietly telling him where to go. His hands stopped at a page written in another language- images drawn in dark ink, punctuated by splashes of bright cinnabar. The pages, no doubt once a beautiful white, were now a washed-out bige.

Tim ran his small fingers down the image of an elegant fox, whose body seemed to twirl and writhe despite being confined to the smooth, aged bamboo paper. Wide blue eyes were filled with indescribable awe as he drank in the picture of the creature. The words describing the creature, although foreign, were clear and legible.

After feasting his mind on the knowledge of the Huli Jing, not-quite-human and not-quite-fox creatures who could shift between both forms, Tim darted back into the main body of the manor. The housemaid would be here soon, and Tim doesn’t want her reporting back to his parents.

Throughout the rest of the day, Tim couldn’t get the thought of the Huli Jing out of his mind. Every time Tim tried to do something else, the memory persisted.

Honestly, it was growing annoying.

Even as he settled down to try and sleep for the night, he dreamed of scarlet foxes dancing around him. Some had two tails, others had seven, but foxes had nine. Despite this strange and confusing scene, Tim couldn’t help but feel drawn to them. The foxes herded Tim in front of a mirror, where he peered in to see a pair of pale blue eyes staring back.

Tim yelped, jerking back on paws that replaced his hands and feet. His fur bristled as his ears pinned back against his skull. Distressed cries spilled from his lips as he turned and streaked away, his heart pounding jack-rabbit-fast in his chest.

The world around him rippled and twisted from a milky white to an inky black in mere seconds. He cried out as something caught on his paws, tripping him and sending him tumbling. He let out a wordless scream as he began to fall, a feeling akin to thousands of ants biting into his skin drove the child on.

“MOM!” Tim cried as he fell off a cliff, his body hurtled towards the bottom of a thousand-meter deep ravine.

Inches away from meeting a pancake’s end, Tim jolted awake with wide eyes, sweaty palms, and a heart that was beating far too fast and far too loud for his liking. His bedroom seemed so much brighter than before he went to sleep, almost as if someone had turned on his nightlight.

Tim’s blood roared in his ears, pounding in time with his heartbeat as he forced himself to take deep and measured breaths. But when he tried to clench his hands into fists, the sheets under his fingers came apart with a riiip, and Tim jerked back to see the fabric torn to shreds. He whimpered softly, hissing in pain as he accidentally pricked his lip with his tooth.

What in the world was going on?

He carefully unhooked his hands from the sheets and examined his new, sharpened, elongated, claw-like nails. Each one of his fingers seemed tipped with ivory talons that gleamed under the bare moonlight. With only a second’s thought, Tim brought the claw to the back of his forearm and pressed down. He could only watch in a weird sense of fascination as his skin parted with the pressure, but the scratch almost instantly healed with a rush of chill.

Tim needed to head to the library now.

He tried to hop off the bed like he usually would, but his blankets wrapped around Tim’s legs like a snare and sent him crashing to the floor with a startled yelp.

As soon as the impact registered, a harsh wave of cold tore through his body and forced a pained cry from Tim’s lips. He gasped softly, screwing his eyes shut and sobbing as his entire body shuddered. Tim could feel his bones crack, break, and soften before hardening into new positions.

“M-Mom,” Tim sobbed, screaming as he was suddenly hyper-aware of each and every bone in his bone painstakingly snap and reheal themselves in different positions, “M-mom! It- It hurts! PLEA-SE.”

Tim’s eyes snapped open, his cries stuttering to a brief halt as he felt his face change and elongate, the process stalling in response to his sudden wave of panic.

Ivory laws scrambled against the wooden floor in his desperation to find a mirror- anything to confirm this was real. Tim hissed as his still-soft bones wailed in protest, whimpering every time he placed weight on even one of his limbs.

After a painstaking four minutes of searching, the young child found what he was looking desperately for.

He came to an abrupt stop, shock and confusion flooding his brain.

Tim’s pupils were different from their usual round shapes, and his pupils were now vertical slits surrounded by his familiar pale-blue irises. They were almost… Cat-like. No- fox-like.

Tim felt exhausted and collapsed into a heap, allowing his muzzle to finally finish taking form.

He was… a Fox?

It took some getting used to, but Tim eventually figured out what had happened.

After his initial shock and terror had faded, Tim spent the entire night and most of the next day struggling to turn back into a human. Each attempt yielded massive amounts of pain, and he was tempted to give up more than a few times, but he pulled through.

But now, there was another problem. A big, intimidating, and potentially life-threatening problem.

Tim huffed anxiously, pacing back and forth in his room. His parents were due back in a few days- What was he supposed to do?

His father is a Hunter, a person who traps and kills creatures like werewolves, creatures like Tim.

Was his mother a fox as well? Is that why Tim’s a fox? If so, then why would Janet marry Jack, an infamous Hunter? Why would his mother continuously choose to put her life in danger?

He took a deep breath, absentmindedly noting how his sense of smell increased dramatically since last night, before realization smacked him square in the face.

The manor smells human.

The manor smells human.

Specifically, the manor smelled like a human Hunter.

That was why his mother married Jack Drake!

Tim’s father was a Hunter, and Hunters always smelled strongly of residual magic, blood, and something else, so there would be no wonder that a Hunter’s partner and a Hunter’s son would smell so strongly of magic. Being so close to a human would also make Tim and Janet smell human by proxy!

Tim’s mother was so clever.

He grinned, a burst of pride soaring in his chest as he twisted around to stare into the mirror. Tim’s eyes were still their usual pale, nearly white, blue, but his pupils were finally back to their rounded shape.

With an exhale, Tim tightened his resolve and steeled himself.

This… Is fine! Tim can handle it! He’s four, a big boy, and so all he needed to do was lay low and keep calm.

As long as Tim lays low and keeps his discovery to himself, Jack will never find out.

Yes, that’s exactly what he’ll do.

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Yall are the ones who explicitly stated that you wanted it, so here yall go!

@icereader12 @summermermaidfariy @mushroom-wife

[rivangel]

Do you think an Ackerman can bond twice? Like not have two lieges at once but let’s say in Levi’s case, he lost Erwin, do you think he’d be able to bond with another liege? What about post-rumbling when his powers are no more, would he then just love like a regular person?

ohhhh THIS is interesting. i’ve never thought about the first thing before. there’s about uhhh 0 canon information about this so i’m gonna mostly spitball🤔

a background to how i think the "ackerbond" works in the first place

*disclaimer, i don’t believe the ackerbond is strictly romantic.

thinking about erwin and eren in relation to levi and mikasa.

1: whenever there’s a scene from levi’s point of view - especially after erwin dies - the majority of the time there’s going to be a callback or mention of him. (i think there was a joke in the fandom where isayama has drawn the crate scene from every visual perspective imaginable lol.)

the same goes for eren in mikasa’s point of view, especially when he’s been put in danger.

in many respects, the opposite is true from eren/erwin’s pov, but for eren especially after the rumbling begins. scenes from his point of view are nearly nonexistent, but they heavily feature mikasa.

it's also been pointed out before that in this promo image, mikasa is featured the most. i can find the link if anyone's interested.

2: mikasa is viciously protective of eren and is always looking out for his well-being in general. levi’s protectiveness is much less obvious, and also, he’d always follow an order from erwin even if it puts erwin himself in danger. levi's feelings about erwin primarily revolve around trust.

you don’t see levi or mikasa interacting with or depicting these behaviors towards anyone else in the series. besides erwin/eren, my very next idea of a second person to develop the “ackerbond” with would be hange and armin, respectively.

so what about hange would make someone like levi want to trust them implicitly? what Thing (like Erwin’s passion towards a peaceful world) do they have that would complete levi? erwin showed levi hope. someone can rb with their thoughts.

and as for mikasa, armin or mayyyyybe jean? i think that mikasa looked for true love in eren because the foundation of her character is, ‘this world is cruel, but also very beautiful’. eren showed her love the day her parents died. again, someone can rb with their thoughts.

but that’s the “ackerbond” develops in my mind.

again this is my opinion, but i would say no, that once an ackerman finds their special person, that kind of bond can’t be replicated with another. (tho another part of me really wants to say yes lol)

as for your second question, the “ackerbond” being grouped in with their powers implies that this special and intense propensity to love is supernatural / is first a trait belonging to titans.

but love is an innately human ability.

granted, i don't believe that mikasa for instance just "likes eren so much", so i think zeke is underplaying it, but still.

i think that trait is just a part of an ackerman. IF it were the case that it was somehow supernatural (like just for example, an ackerman experiencing their liege’s pain and vice versa), then that would go away with their powers. but that doesn't appear to be the case in canon at all.

but otherwise, i think that the “ackerbond” would still be there even after the war. in a nutshell levi and mikasa love hard lol

[huntingrays]

Your post reminds me of people pointing out that leo is an introvert and nico is an extrovert despite it typically being assumed the opposite. I think that could honestly make a really interesting dynamic with them

yes!!!

i love introvert leo and extrovert nico. and like it definitely fits them. nico may seem cold and reserved at first but the boy can and will make friends with anyone. hell, he’ll even learn a whole new language for his new friends

and yes! honestly, i feel robbed that we didn’t get more of them and their friendship

[frownyalfred]

I don't think you were being overdramatic or complaining too much, people shouldn't have been rude in the comments, clicking X is the easiest thing in the world and if a person doesn't have anything nice to say, then they should say nothing

If those sort of comments continue, have you considered limiting comments to signed-in users? I think it would help ward them off

Thank you! I appreciate the support.

I have considered that, but I'm not sure how I feel about it. I've also noticed that a lot of questionable/rude comments do come from signed-in accounts, not just guest ones.

My new strategy has been immediately deleting the comments and/or muting the account in question. Trying to reason with people has kind of been burning me out emotionally.

Sometimes I feel like I can either be a writer or a moderator, and not both at the same time. I need to work on that.

[cartooncreature]

OKay but. but what if I wrote a holiday themed bugbo story???

HEAR ME OUT ABOUT IT OKAY!!!!

it's just a little nice happy feel good story, right? just a cute little happy sweet holiday story with friendship and nice stuff and Im feeling real seasonal depression-y rn and i need some cozy fanfiction and im hyperfixating HARD on this stupid bug thing and here are my ideas here here here here here here heheehehehhehe

okay so my idea would surround thomas because im very normal about him

hes like "bleh holidays bleh im so grumpy bleh bleh im actually very lonely but i would never admit it blehhhhhh"

and bugbo comes up and says "holidays yay forgiveness come celebrate with us"

and thomas agrees after some manipulation convincing

and thomas eventually has a good time and shit and they all have a nice time together

and gerbo knits everyone presents because i said so

and thomas gets one too and hes like what omgggg

they all sit around by a camp fire together and thomas forgets that hes supposed to hate bugbo and that he tried to kill him and stuff

then theres this wholesome scene at the end that makes bugbo less dickish and more empathetic (no matter how out of charcater that is)

bugbo is literally just extreamly fucking autistic

and everyone has a nice time and its all wholesome and sweet and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

im vibrating violently while writing this rn

it wouldn't be called any specific holiday, though most of the traditions would likely be more christmas adjacent since that what I know most about

but it would be subtle, no santa or capitalism of micheal buble or anything

I may make up a holiday and little bug holiday traditions

mosly gift giving and maybe a tree, more focused on the winter aspect of the holidays and stuff

mostly feel good comfy warm nice cozy friendship and stuff

(no shipping bc it doesn't fit the vibe im going for)

i have no clue whatsoever what it would be called

im just infodumping at this point

im gonna write it one way or another,

but i may post it here if anybody is interested :>

and that friends is what happens when I write with no plan and just ramble about something im excited about for a big ass bulleted list

[ceruleanterrapin]

and finally, you Leo!

you would be, obv here on Tumblr :D

yet you would have an AO3 account to find some fanfiction on space heroes (that makes you cry in the middle of the night because the fic was soul crushing)

ahem- anyways

-- e-mail anon from comparing social media to turtles :3

Oh, absolutely. Though, if this were back in well, my version of New York then I wouldn't be so open about my identity. I'd just have a random, anonymous fandom blog for Space Heroes to geek out

As for AO3, do I actually have an account for that. I haven't posted anything at the moment, but I do have wips of stuff in my drafts. AO3 has so many good stories... I currently have 430 saved on my account that I've read/am reading

[andauril]

idgf what WoTC will decide is canon about the BG3 cast. I'll take what Larian gave us, sprinkle it with whatever piece of fanon I like, garnish it with a good dose of headcanon and brainrot and there's nothing WoTC can fucking do about it. if they decide to fuck around with the BG3 characters, this is my answer: I RECOGNISE THAT THE COUNCIL HAS MADE A DECISION, BUT GIVEN THAT IT'S A STUPID ASS DECISION, I'VE ELECTED TO IGNORE IT This is our country now.

[jareicanon]

one of the funniest things to me is that xander isn’t even actually british but people are so determined to ignore that. Me? I create obscene hcs about Xander adopting quirks from living in England that he only starts using when he moved back to America — but when he was in England, he refused to conform and just irritated so many people that way. Another hc I have is that he himself denies being british venomously, bc if there’s one thing about Xander is that he tries to be honest (sidestepping chapter 1, say this is set pre-canon), but not one person from that class believes him, so he’s stuck at stalemate

[4kills23deaths]

Soap and Ghost leave Milena's private island. What is left is a handful of dead Konni operatives, a shot-up house, a mobile phone, and a financier who has to tell Makarov exactly what happened.

Fucking hell, she's done for.

Another Milena fic, just because I realised how absolutely terrified I would've been to be in Milena's position during the Oligarch mission. Live laugh love Milena Romanova, everyone.

[yveni]

I knocked out about 600 words in 15 minutes on my novel that has been sitting untouched for weeks because I accidentally clicked on the wrong tab and I feel so powerful right now.