#I SAW FUCKING SELF INSERT FANFICTION ABOUT IT LIKE

[lesbiancharliedalton]

i still cannot fucking believe alfred molina’s character in boogie nights became a niche tumblr sexyman a few years ago. that is so fucked up. literally a Bit i wrote come to life. i used to joke about that and it happened for real actually.

[drowninginblox]

Never read Fanfiction in the Kitchen at 3am. Or do.

Kurt Wagner (nightcrawler) x reader fanfic Reader and Kurt or similar ages, GN reader (don't mind how gendered the German language can be!), Mutant reader, very self-indulgent, and fic awareness BTW You can put in any iteration of Kurt you want. I just have a '97 and Fox bias (Yes my taste is shit, why are you surprised??) Btw this is written in the second person POV. I am not sorry.

It was late. You should have gone to bed.. what? Three hours ago? But you were being f e d. Your fave just uploaded after a year-long hiatus for a ship that you knew would never happen- Nightcrawler X Reader.

You were sitting in the kitchen, kicking your feeding and giggling into the hoodie you were using as pajamas. Oh, the professor must be so disappointed in you. But who cares! If he wants to know that you think his lingering gase whenever he talked about Magneto was grounds for a classic case of internalized homophobia then that's on him. He wouldn't be looking into the hellscape known as your mind if he didn't want to know the absurdity of the X-Men fandom.

You only lurked from the sidelines, giggling at the headcanons and imagine scenarios that people made up for the majority of the X-men. The funniest were always Logans even though most of them are so well written. But now was not the time for that- you were indulging in your crush on Kurt. This author is characterizing him pretty well all things considered. I mean yeah, they emphasize the tail a bit, and don't really lean into his German but- you'll take what you can get. Most of these people are humans that don't really divulge into mutant territory. But you think this writer is one. It's either that or they've done their research. They really understand the struggle and don't shy away from the animosity that comes with living with physical mutations.

You take another sip of tea as you read, savoring the dialogue of the reader insert. This Y/n is hilarious but sensitive. "Whatcha reading?" You immediately close the laptop as you jump- almost spilling your tea as you see Kurt, eating a banana. You shakily put down your mug "Holy fuck Kurt-" You mumble, taking a breath. "You scared me! What the hell?!" He only laughs at your suffering, making you huff. "What are you doing up?" she asks lowly. Kurt's laughter dies down after a minute or so. "Oh, I was just hungry. And then I saw you! You seemed very invested in whatever you were reading. Was it saucy?" He mused, taking another bite of the banana. You sigh. "I don't need to tell you what I was reading, I just was." You defend as your mutation activates on its own. You, dear reader, can change color! Any color! But you don't control it all the time. Sometimes it reflects your emotions- like right now.

"That's a wonderful shade of pink you have mein bunter freund. Jetzt bin ich wirklich interessiert... What had you so invested?" Next thing you know, he's gone in a dark cloud. Then he's holding your laptop. Now he's sitting on top of the fridge. "Kurtis!" You nearly yell. "Give that back!" Your skin only grows into a hot pink. He only laughs from his position, opening up your laptop. "Come now it can't be that bad!" He looks down at your computer, reading the fanfic. All you can do is watch as his face gets closer to the screen. Your skin erupts in various shades of dark blues, purples, and greys while tears build in your eyes. Embarrassment and shame make lumps form in your throat. "I-I hope you're happy Kurt." You mumble as you walk away, not caring anymore about what he may or may not think of you because now he knows two of your biggest secrets. The first being you read fanfiction, and the second that you have a crush on him. Just great.

"H-Hey! Wait! Mein regenbogen!" You hear him call but you keep walking back to your room. This night can't get any worse if you just hide from it. Maybe tomorrow you can convince him to forget that this ever happened. Or maybe convince yourself that this is all a bad dream. He keeps calling your name until eventually he appears a yard away from your door, laptop in hand. "Listen I-" You take your laptop out of his hands. "First of all, I don't care that I like you-grabbing someone else's shit regardless of who they are is not cool Kurt. Second- I was not reading what you may or may not have seen and any mention of it that reaches me is going to equal to one hour of ass-kicking. Do you understand?" Kurt looks on at you, startled by the sudden hostility. "Kurt." Kurt blinks a few times before nodding. "Good. Nothing happened, I'm going to bed, goodnight." You manage to say before tears start to run as you rush to your room.

Before you can get inside, he grabs your wrist "Before you go- please- hear me out" You look at him. "Nothing happened Kurt-" "I like you too!" Your eyes immediately widen. Any words you had in store for him vanished, only replaced by awestruck stuttering. "Wh-what-" "I have loved you for years! I never knew you were interested let alone pining-! If I had known I'd have confessed to you earlier and I know that I shouldn't have taken your stuff, that was awful on my part. Es tut mir so leid, meine Liebe, bitte verzeih mir. Ich werde es auf jede Weise wieder gutmachen.-" You blink a few times before taking a hand, making him stop immediately. "Meine liebe... my love? You- actually?" Kurt nods. "Almost as soon as I saw you." He squeezes your hand. "I- I didn't think you'd be attracted to-" Your eyes widen even more. "Kurt! Don't you dare finish that sentence! You are so handsome! You're the most handsome man I've ever seen!" You confessed. His face becomes a darker shade of blue as you realized what you just said.

"I-I am the most handsome man... you have ever seen?" he mumbles. He takes a few moments to process that. "So... you.." You nod. "For little over a year." He smiles. You can't help but smile back.

Who knew life imitates fiction? Let alone fanfiction?

[dearestdrearilygirl]

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LET THE FREAKS RECLAIM FANDOM. I'm so fed up of bullies and people that regularly participate in cringe culture in fandom. I'm fed up of people being like how do i explain i'm part of [insert fandom] but not in the weird way. Reminds me of a tiktok i saw that said something like "how do i say i like anime but not in the cringe otaku blah blah blah way". The fan in fandom stands for fanatic. People that complain about how cringey people that ship x are make me wanna start a fire. People that complain about how cringey certain fandom words are make me wanna commit a crime. People that say shit like ao3 needs a dislike button or algorithm make me wanna scream eardrum breakingly high. ANYONE that has EVER sent hate to a fan artist or fan fic writer for their fanart or fanfic fucking SUCKS and I don't want them in fandom spaces. Anyone that has ever said "bring bullying back" (fyi it's not gone away) makes me SICK. I am DONE with people shitting on mary sue self insert y/n fanfics because they're "self indulgent" and "cringey" and "bad writing" - fanfiction is made for the writer by the writer, it is SUPPOSED to be self indulgent and cringey and it's a hobby so doesn't have to be "good" writing. I am DONE with people shitting on cosplayers who act make tiktoks to "cringey" audios and use exaggerated "cringey" acting and expressions. And to the people acting like they're too high and mighty to do roleplay because it's "childish" and "cringey" and then logging onto character ai, in the wise words of chappell roan -YOU'RE. NOT. FUNNNNNN. And if you've EVER hated hard enough for a fan creator to stop creating - I don't care how "bad" their creation was- you are one ABSOLUTELY AUDACIOUS MOTHERFUCKER because you've robbed someone of joy and stole their fucking creativity and how dare you. Fandoms are for the cringey, for the freaks, for the weirdos and degenerates and the normal people that are kind enough and fun enough and open minded enough to not believe in cringe culture BULLSHIT.

[sunflowersandsapphires]

I saw something in the fandom that made me upset and I need to rant about it. It’ll be below the cut so I don’t clog up people’s dashes!

I cropped the name off of this post because I am not trying to start drama, but I found this under the “Matt Murdock x Reader” tag and found it INCREDIBLY disheartening to go through to comments/reblogs and see how many people agreed.

I am in no way trying to dispute the fact that fandom spaces and self-insert fanfiction is heavily white washed/influenced by white writers. As a white woman myself, I catch many little slip ups in my own work that make my writing less accessible than I want it to be. I understand being frustrated that there aren’t many stories where you feel your appearance has been considered.

However: fanfiction, fanart, gif making and coloring, edits, and other forms of fan-made-content are usually completely free to access. No one is entitled to them—they are a privilege, not a right. Which means that people are allowed to write whatever characters they want, even if it’s not completely unique or what you want to read.

My issue is with OP’s critiques of weak/feminine/sweet/innocent readers and the way they voiced their opinion (again, not disputing the appearance stuff). I know that many readers are sweet or innocent, but as someone who is rarely given the space to be the “damsel in distress” so to speak, I enjoy writing characters who are taken care of and protected. Regardless of my or any other writer’s reasoning for writing the characters this way, we are allowed to do that. It’s our fucking work.

If you don’t like something, no one is forcing you to read it. If you notice a lack of fics that appeal to you, write some yourself. It is inconsiderate to chastise people spending hours of their free time to give you content that you can enjoy just because it’s not exactly what you want to see.

Also, don’t threaten to block me if you don’t like how I write. Just block me. It is your responsibility to curate an enjoyable experience on this app, not everyone else’s.

In summary: I am not trying to say that fandom is perfect or inclusive or that critiques of my writing aren’t welcome. This person can have whatever opinions they like and are welcome to post them on their blog. I would just like to point out that the delivery could’ve been more polite and that authors don’t need to change the plots/characters’ personalities they write just because others aren’t happy with the outcome.

[vladdyissues]

What do you think about the crushing fact that at the end of the series Vlad has been... Hit by a giant meteorite and everyone including Jack hates him?

I saw a lot of people writing fanfics "fixing" their endings on many occasions by taking a lot, A LOT, of therapy, what do you think?

(Side note: Did anyone else find it awkward to place the scene of Vlad getting bulldozed by the Disasteroid right in the middle of Danny and Sam kissing? It's like even the writers were so uncomfortable about taking a romantic scene seriously that they had to stick some absurd, barely-amusing joke in the middle of it just to cope. It was so jarringly incongruent that I'm almost positive it was inserted as an afterthought.)

As far as the whole "fixing Phantom Planet with therapy" goes, while therapy in real life is undeniably helpful and great and useful to human beings struggling with real problems, in fiction I find it utterly uninteresting. Mind-numbing. Tedious. Boring. Excruciating to read. I don't want to hear the characters regurgitating therapy speak and expressing godlike levels of self awareness for dozens and dozens of paragraphs, or showing a sudden shift in character (e.g., Jack suddenly gains the ability to intelligently enunciate his feelings, or Vlad miraculously realizes the error of his ways for the past 20 years after experiencing a convenient epiphany). I think it does a huge disservice to the characters and the story attempting to be told.

There are so many more compelling ways to write fix-its that don't involve going to therapy, and when it comes to fanfiction, a story about messy, dysfunctional, broken people coping with their trauma in the most mind-bogglingly fucked-up, unhealthy ways is going to be loads more interesting than a nice calm story where they all sit around with cookies and ginger ale and talk through their problems with a vocabulary unbefitting their characters.

But in the end, it's all good. Therapy fix-its aren't my thing, so I just avoid fics of that nature. Peace and love on Phantom Planet ✌

[098-lxxon]

One has to go

This fanfiction is a moment featured in this AU.

Content warning : Self-taught English / Long. Very long / Curses / Oc insert (briefly) / Jimmy's death / Blood everywhere / Daisuke killed him / fight scene?? / SA mentioned / Miscarriage mentioned / Cannibalism hinted

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For the vibe, y'all :

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" We gotta tie him. Now. "

" Swansea, wait! You'll hurt his wrist even more. "

Anya blocked Swansea from Jimmy's body. So he couldn't use the rope he tied on his wrist to the unconscious Daisuke.

This is bad, the second worst thing happened to her after being a captain of the ship.

Curly is dead on the bed he lied on. Jimmy just died. But that wasn't the second worst thing. It was the act of Daisuke which killed him.

Jimmy was stabbed in his chest to death, blood spilled everywhere, mostly on the culprit's face. Who was trying to get up but fall unconscious to the ground.

" His right wrist is swollen, turning purple, and most likely broken. And all of this . . . blood . . . "

" I need to treat him first then we'll talk about restraining. "

Anya looked at Daisuke. Surely that Jimmy didn't let himself get killed easy. Although his hands were tied together, he fought back.

Or maybe Daisuke killed him in self-defense. Who knows?

" Alright, you're the boss. "

Swansea shrugged. Okay, he'll let her decide. He couldn't care less about anything now. He picked Daisuke up and throw him over his shoulder. Then they moved to the Medical room.

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Anya tend to Daisuke's external wounds and a broken wrist. She made a makeshift wrist brace out of tape, metal stick, and determination.

" Captain Anya? "

" . . . What do you want, Fallacia? "

Her voice sounded stern. She didn't even look at the AI on the screen.

" I . . . "

" I can show you the whole footage if . . . "

" . . . What is there left to know? "

You lied to me about the estimation of oxygen level, told Daisuke the true one because he begged you, then he got paranoid and killed Jimmy to decrease the number of people consuming it.

Or what? Did I assumed any wrong at all? Does my little human brain fail to understand the situation, Fallacia?

Anya clenched her hands on Daisuke's bed, frowning at the self-aware AI on the screen. Then she sighed, looking at the injured intern.

" . . . Show it. "

She kept them to herself, giving Fallacia the bliss of ignorance.

The AI dragged a tap of the camera footage in to the screen and clicked at Cargo footage. Of course, Pony Express wouldn't tell them about installing cctv.

" You won't be hearing their voices, but— "

" Make me hear it. "

Anya cut her off.

" You're an AI, the advance one. You could do it, couldn't you? "

" Yes, ma'am. "

Fallacia rewind to footage. The screen loaded as Fallacia read their lips from different angles and dubbed the voice, using ones from their interview.

" I'll play it now. "

Fallacia stopped at the scene right before Daisuke walked into Cargo. Anya saw some quick foreshadowing as the AI rewind it.

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Jimmy was wandering near the door, waiting for someone to open it and end his boredom.

Anyone could open it by now. There's no such thing as 'captain only' on this ship anymore and Jimmy knows it. Although he has never seen anyone walk through that door lately except Swansea.

He basically lives here, being limited area like a child being grounded. He sighed, still walking back and forth.

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The door was open, revealing someone by the door. The one who punched the code so aggressively but Jimmy couldn't hear them walking towards the Cargo. Scare him straight.

" . . . What the hell? "

" . . . "

Jimmy's generated voice made Anya flinched. It sounded so realistic. So human and in character.

Jimmy's eyes squinted in confusion when he realized that it wasn't Swansea coming to get more of the mouthwash. It's Daisuke. With a knife in his hand.

His intention was clear.

" The fuck do you think you're doing with that knife? "

Daisuke didn't answer. His chest wasn't heaving either. He went straight to Jimmy, eyes locked, hand held the weapon tight. Jimmy stepped back, still didn't take Daisuke's action seriously.

" . . . 'd you miss your mom too much or something? "

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" What the— "

Daisuke grabbed a half full bottle of mouthwash and threw it right into Jimmy's face, causing him to close his eyes and dodge. Daisuke used this opportunity to march in and stab him, but failed.

" . . . I should've known you can be this murderous. "

Jimmy smacked the knife away from Daisuke's hand, grabbed his hair, and kneed him right into his face a few times until he kicked him away and stomped on his wrist, standing on it, putting all of his weight onto that thin bones of Daisuke's wrist.

Anya winced.

" Son of a bitch, You thought I'll let you get away with that? "

" I crashed the whole fucking ship, and you thought I'd let it slide? "

So you forgot about raping me, huh? Didn't even mention it, prick. At least I've lost what you forced into me now.

Jimmy's sadistic face that Anya almost forgot was caught on camera. Daisuke was struggling to get his wrist out of Jimmy's foot, trying to lift his leg up and stuff.

Jimmy stomped on it again, his time harder, Daisuke grinded his teeth not to make any sounds. Anya clenched her hands into tight fists. She wanted to intervene, but she knew it was just a video feed, too late to stop.

The co-pilot used his hands to grabbed the intern's collar and threw him to the wall. Then marched to grab the knife.

" bthynmearwsyinoxsgen . . . "

" What did you say? "

" Did you not hear me? Speak up. "

" B . . . Both you and me . . . "

" Are wasting oxygen . . . "

Daisuke slowly picked himself up with a thick red blood running down his nose. His generated voice was fumed with rage. Although his face was somewhat apathetic.

" . . . ! "

Anya almost forgot to act shocked at the fact that he knows about the urgency of the oxygen level.

" One has to go. "

" . . . "

Now, THAT's the real shocking thing coming from the same young man who can't fall asleep at night because he misses his mother and copes by trying to eat the foam as a substitution for sweetener.

But this. What she's witnessing, it's so out of his character. Too much. Far too much. She is aware of the fact that no psych evals has been taken lately. Maybe he has developed some mental illness.

Or what more did no one tell her?

" Oh? So we're fighting for oxygen now? "

Jimmy chuckled, purposely taking a big sigh.

" If you wanna live that much, then come get it. "

A knife in his tied hands, he held it above his head taunting the younger man who's still struggling to stand up straight. Then drop and kick it away, landing it in between boxes of mouthwash diagonally behind him.

" It's about damn fucking time. "

Daisuke looked like a bloody mess. But Anya knows how it end. The one who survived is laying here in front of her.

Head bargging to the fence, hand bitting, curses, suffocating, death threats. All can be found in this video footage. It would make a good action movie. If Daisuke didn't look like a very violent cat trying to eat Jimmy alive. The boy keeps biting and scratching him.

The fight went for another 3 whole minutes. From protecting themselves in their own reasons, now they look like they seriously want each other dead.

Jimmy occasionally said something along the lines of " Get up. Get the fuck up. " or " Is that all you got? Swansea failed his intern this bad? " Whenever Daisuke fell to the floor, struggling to even lift himself up.

It's like looking at two street dogs fighting for fish bones at a dumpster.

Then finally, somehow, Daisuke got a hold of the same half full bottle of mouthwash and splashed it on Jimmy's face, reached the knife and stabbed right to his chest.

Jimmy lost his balance, fell on top of one of the boxes of empty bottles of mouthwash, Daisuke got above him, and started stabbing rapidly, aggressively, non-stop for a minute.

As he mumbled, their blood mixed with one another, staining both parties' eyes.

" I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry . . . "

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" DAISUKE!!!! "

Whoa. I didn't know I was that loud. Was I that loud? Or is it just Fallacia misreading my expression?

" Oh, hell nah . . . "

" An . . . "

" No no no no NO, DON'T MOVE!!! "

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" We gotta tie him. Now. "

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" . . . "

Such irony, seeing the one who's scared to death about running out of oxygen hyperventilating.

As the recording came to an end, Anya was left speechless, struggling to process what she had just witnessed.

She can't believe that when everything was happening, she was convincing Swansea to help her stop him. He only listened to her when she said that Daisuke could be the one dead and not Jimmy.

He'd be hungry when he wakes up.

" Fallacia. "

" You think he would want Curly or Jimmy for dinner? "

Thank you for reading!

[tiafrye]

It's against my own rules to let this side of discourse into the shipping tag so it will stay clean. Yesterday, regarding infamous Valentine's Day vid from Larian, I was essentially asked:

"Doesn't it bother you that people associate BW with AA?" (allegedly)

The short answer is - I don't give a single fuck.

But why? I asked myself, and with a bit of a digging came up with an explanation.

Disclaimer: I don't participate in Spawn/Ascension war, I don't understand it, you do you. People who do, they usually have their Tav or Urge to ship with Astarion and do I need to tell you that it's a self insert most of the time? So, people's feelings about the topic usually come from their own likes/dislikes or experience.

When it comes to shipping origin characters I (and many more) view them not from own perspective (mostly) but from the dynamic these canon characters (not ours) have.

Being narrative foils of each other, Gale and Astarion can affect one another's perspective on their shared Want - to be in control of their lives once again. And ascension for both is an obvious way out. What they Need, however, as any book on screenwriting will teach you, is something not quite obvious.

This leads to Negative and Positive arc of a character respectively. Would they recognize their truest deepest wish or continue on the path of something they can clearly see but suffer downfall in the end? Either way it's a story, it's content.

And I'm here for content. Whatever it might be.

Hell, last week I saw someone's playthrough gone wrong and both Gale and Astarion failed to ascend. The screenshot that person have posted from epilogue with Astarion on his knees alone at the reunion party was heartbreaking and still it was a peak representation of BW.

Shippers gonna ship. And in game such as BG3 with so many paths to travel do you really think that just because it's not someone's happy ending people gonna collectively pretend it doesn't exist?

Watching characters corrupt each other, destroy each other or failing at it is as juicy as watching them heal each other and finding their happiness in terms of the story because there's a fully realized arc behind it. It is essentially a quality collaboration between authors of both characters. Not a quick tumblr fanfiction.

In the end - we all want to see our favs happy together. I mean, look at majority of the fanart. People are fine. But denying yourself many possibilities of other paths?

Well, it's your money.

[disinherited-dornishman]

It feels like they lacked closure to be fair. Personally I don't ship them anymore, maybe the young versions though. But I do believe they need another meet up atleast.

I apologize, I probably didn't make myself clear. I ship Criston and Rhaenyra in fanfiction.

Show canon, with all due respect to any who disagrees with the following opinion. is dogshit. Every pairing depicted is inferior to GRRM's version or depictions you find in literal fanfiction I've read on the internet.

The writing is both biased and idiotic. Logic and emotional causality (x feels this way about y because of z) is thrown completely out the window for the writers to tell their own incompetent version of a story where emotional complexity is replaced with black-and-white emotional handholding where you're told what to feel and think.

This includes Criston's fallout with Rhaenyra. Instead of respecting his humanity and acknowledging Rhaenyra's betrayal of his trust, and vice versa, the writers paint him as villainous for respecting his own sexual autonomy and not wanting to be her side piece, feeling conflicted about breaking his vows (which in his own words is all he has to his name - and he's right, that's unfortunately the world he lives in), and for being bitter with Rhaenyra, instead of using these themes to explore what could've been exquisite character-and-political drama.

Everything about the show's so dumbed down for the masses that I honestly elect to ignore the show completely except when it comes to criticizing it, because goodness does it deserve to be criticized.

All of this is to say: I agree with you completely. They lacked closure and then some, and show canon Crisnyra is plain awful, simply because it doesn't even exist anymore. Which hurts because Milly's Rhaenyra with Cole had some of the sweetest scenes I ever saw on television. They were ADORABLE.

Yet Cole isn't anything more than an enemy of Rhaenyra now. Not once do we see her even think of what could've been or see so much as split-second look of regret or guilt or pain in Criston's direction - or the other way around. Hell, it doesn't even have to be positive - have them fucking curse each other out, but do it because they're hurt! Because they're human beings and gave a shit about each other and now they hate each other because they feel betrayed!

Instead we have Modern White-Woman Power Fantasy for mainstream TV audiences to Self-Insert and Ser Incel. Rhaenyra is now above feeling angry in any way that can be ugly (she should have bit Daemon's head off for Blood and Cheese, or ordered it herself in revenge for Luke), and Criston exists to be hated.

But honestly, if I went by the show, I would lose all motivation to write for this world and these characters. That's how boring I find it. And I certainly won't hold out hope for a meet up between them, much less a satisfying one. And that honestly depressed me to think about...

Oh well, guess I'll write my fanfics instead😊

[blacktobackmesa]

Circus Peanuts - a Half Life VR but the AI is Self-Aware Minific

It's the middle of the night, and one eldritch horror calls another to talk about that clown cartoon. Canon to the Streamman fanfiction continuity, but exists on its own.

Written as part of my personal NaNoWriMo challenge to work on fiction for an hour a day.

“You’d tell me if I was like Caine, right?”

“...whu?”

“I–I  know it’s late,” The caller stammered. “Sorry. I saw you were up from your Discord… thingy. The… fuck, I don’t know works. Words. The green dot.”

“Status. The status thingy..”

“Yeah, you can tell I just woke up, huh? It’s nothing. Sorry–”

“No, no, don’t hang up,” the recipient cut in. “Commit to your bit. You wanted to ask about Cane’s.”

That made him laugh. Victory. “No, not Cane’s. Caine. The ringmaster guy.”

The recipient’s eyebrows furrowed for a moment, then raised to the brim of his bonnet. “Talking about the clown show?”

“Yeah, way to not make me feel goofy about it.” 

“Fuck. No, that’s– didn’t mean to sound like that. That’s a real question. You mean the teeth from the clown puppet show.”

“Yeah, that. That’s the… wait, puppet?”

“Cartoons are picture puppets, y’know?.”

“We can unpack that later,” the caller decided.  

“Was it a dream or just night thoughts? Or something else?”

“Dream.”

The recipient crossed one leg over the other and curled his finger around an imaginary phone cord. “You wanna tell me about it?”

“Mm. I don’t remember the whole thing, but I’ll tell you the important stuff.”

The recipient waited for a moment as his friend got his thoughts sorted. 

“We were playing something together, the whole team. There were some parts where it was streamed? But other times that wasn’t part of it, and it was hard to tell who was the host. But I must have gone through the wrong door or something, and I ended up in the Amazing Digital Circus. The place, not the… the cartoon. I mean, I guess it was in the cartoon, since it’s about the place. It really depends–”

“Did that matter?”

“What?”

“If it was the place or the cartoon.”

“I don’t know.”

“Keep going.”

Yeah, he could practically hear the eyes rolling. “Alright. Well, I was there. The team wasn’t. And I was kind of in Pomni’s role– you know, the jester girl. But she was there, too, so it was more like I was just the new guy after her.”

“It’s your self insert fanfiction.”

“Fuck, yeah. That’s… that’s legiterately what it… that’s not a word. Literally, legitimately what it was.”

“Be cringe and free.”

“I wasn’t free, though!” He almost laughed. “That’s the whole thing about the circus, you’re stuck there. And that’s why Caine does the adventures, right? He’s… I mean, there’s lots of ways to interpret the pilot, but that’s what I figured: Caine does the adventures so that the people trapped there have something to keep them occupied and fulfilled and all that. He’s not exactly, uh, sane about it, but he’s not trying to hurt them, he just doesn’t understand what it’s like to be them, he knows they need something to interact with and just makes shit up so they have something to do with their lives–”

“Ohhhh.”

“You get it?”

“Yeah. That’s fucked,” he confirmed. “Now breathe before you pass out.”

From the sounds on the other end, that’s just what he did. 

“So whuhappen?”

“It’s a little fuzzy,” the caller went on. “We had some task, but it changed through dream logic stuff. Something like finding keys in eggs. But my brain wasn’t fully locked into the dream logic, so whenever something changed it just fucked with me real hard. I was just freaking out about being stuck there, about not being able to go back home, what would happen to my kid and my apartment and…”

He trailed off. 

“And what?”

He took a deep breath. 

“You guys,” he finished. “What would happen to you guys if I was gone. That’s when… this is the part that fucked with me, I guess. At some point, even though they still looked and sounded like the cartoon characters, my brain decided that the circus characters were the Science Team.”

“Oh, cool. Was I the bunny?”

“Was–” he wheezed a little. “I don’t know. That’s not important.” “It is.”

“No.”

“Yuh-huh.”

“No, it wasn’t– it wasn’t a direct, one-to-one thing. It was more like the concept. The concepts got crossed. It wasn’t… I didn’t Kin Assign you guys.”

“Boo.”

“Ignoring that. It was around that time that Caine kind of disappeared from the dream, and I didn’t even notice until I woke up. Instead, I had to be the one who set up things to do to keep the circus team busy. And when I got into that, my mind kind of… stopped being about being trapped. The dream kind of morphed, the way dreams do. By the time I woke up, it wasn’t even about being trapped in the circus anymore. It was brainstorming for next week’s stream, just inside the circus. It happened so smoothly.” 

There was a lull in the conversation. The caller seemed out of steam. The listener continued to twirl their invisible phone cord.

“You wanna play Carnival Games for the Wii next week?”

“...No, Benrey. Not really.”

“Why?”

“...I don’t know. Motion controls.”

“You use VR legiterately all the time.”

“Heh. Maybe.”

“Maybe yes?”

“Look, just… thanks for listening.”

“Mm. Thanks for talking.”

[colorisbyshe]

the thing about all of the self insert harry styles fanfiction getting movie adaptions is

i know for a fact that larry fanfiction AND other 1d ship fic got published

and i don't mean that figuratively like... i saw them get published. i own an ebook of one, to completely out my nosy ass. i saw that link get passed around and i bought it. i read it. it was tolerable for what it was.

and i know somewhat big name authors who WROTE one direction fanfiction... the gay shit... 1d boy x 1d boy fanfiction, not self insert nonsense

so where are all of THOSE movie adaptions?? was it because they started on ao3 and tried to be more subtle about it when they changed the names to get published and didn't get directly lifted off wattpad

is that it

cause i'm sure there was larry zarry ziam whatever the fuck on wattpad too

i'm not even saying i WANT this to happen (it would be funny to me tho, i'd go see it) but it's just like... self insert fanfiction wasn't even the bread and butter of one direction fanfic and it feels ahistorical to represent it as such via adaption

[justathoughtfulangel]

Hummingbird ~ Colors, Chapter 11 (Kai Parker Fanfiction)

Hello, my dear readers! I'm just about two weeks away from graduating, and writing is keeping me sane while I study for finals and writing my last few papers. Welcome to Chapter 11 of Colors, my Kai Parker Soulmate AU Fanfiction.

This is NOT meant to be read as a standalone piece. Events of the story and even the universe it is set in vary greatly from the original show. If you haven’t yet, please read the Details post and previous chapters linked on this masterlist.

*not my gif

Word Count: 1,948

I don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of character names, but this IS a reader insert fanfiction. I use Rosalie Wilson as a placeholder. Use Rose/Rosalie as a substitution for Y/N.

Warnings: scattered mature language, implied smut

Malachai wanted to fall to his knees, take back the words that cut her like a knife. He couldn’t. She’d vanished, and he had no idea where he could even begin to look for her. Kai’s palms were still bleeding, and the blind rage from seconds ago turned into deep regret.

Wiping his hands on the front of his jeans, staining the denim red, Kai forced himself to take a breath and get back into the car. The engine was still running. With a forceful hit against the steering wheel, he let out a heavy snarl of frustration. “What the fuck am I doing?” 

Kai knew he’d been an absolute moron; she vanished and took all of his frenzied wrath away. He had been stupidly jealous of someone who had no importance. He slapped his own face a few times, hoping the sensation would wake him up. 

Kai maneuvered the car back onto the road, continuing on the path toward their home. As he pulled into the driveway and saw all the lights were off, Kai knew Rosalie wasn’t there. He had no clue where she was. His head fell into his hands, the base of his palms slamming against his forehead over and over and over. 

It took him fifteen minutes to get himself together: fifteen minutes of complete silence before Kai’s mind pulled all his emotions together and shut his heart up for a little while. This wasn’t the time to wallow in self-pity.

Nothing else mattered right now. He had to find her.

~

Malachai drove around for hours, and it was still early in the night. He called her a million times with no answer. He was on the way to the Mystic Grill. Their friends were going after the bonfire, and maybe she’d told someone where she was. Just as he parked, his phone rang. A picture of him and Rosalie lit up the screen, and he rushed to answer.

“Rosalie! Before you say anything, I’m so, so sorry. Please just come back. I didn’t mean it. You know that. I was just being stupid and–” Rose cut him off, and even then, the only thing he felt was relief from hearing her voice.

“I know, Kai. I know. I just need a little while, okay? I’ll come home soon. I’ll be home in an hour or two. Don’t worry about me. We’ll talk then.” Kai let out a shaky breath, closing his eyes and leaning back against his seat. “Okay. Stay safe.”

“I will. I love you.”

The dial tone rang out before Kai could return the sentiment. The phone fell from his hand to the passenger seat, and no one heard his next words. “I love you too.”

~

Rosalie hung up the phone, shutting the power off. She needed some time to herself, to remember what life was like without Malachai for a little while. 

There wasn’t much worth remembering. Unlike Kai, her childhood had been the most peaceful part of her life. Then, she unraveled it all by killing her family in a fire she couldn’t control. Rose hadn’t felt much of anything in the last few years. Nothing but guilt mixed with an eternal numbness.

Kai brought emotions back into her life. He made her remember all of it, made her feel all of it again. Without his humanity, Kai had reveled in his murderous past. She remembered resenting him for it – as much as one could resent their soulmate, anyhow.

Leaning against a boulder, Rose watched the rushing waters of the Falls. She let them send her into a trance as she took stock of her life. 

Rose could never resent Malachai, no matter what he said or did. She would always forgive him; one can only survive so long without forgiving themselves or the one they love.

~

Damon slid over a basket of waffle fries in Kai’s direction, gesturing for him to eat. He poked around them with no desire to eat any. “Oh, stop pouting. This was your first fight. You’ve got plenty ahead of you.” Malachai gave Damon a withering stare, unamused. “Thank you, Damon. Really comforting.” 

He left the group, heading over to the bar. Adding alcohol to his mood would be a bad idea, so he just ordered a club soda with lime. Stefan followed Kai, taking a seat next to him. “Let me guess. Damon is an ass, and Stefan comes to apologize on his behalf.”

Stefan pressed his lips together, nodding sheepishly. “Mhmm. That’s how our world goes ‘round.” Kai just shook his head, taking a sip of his drink. “It’s been, what, over sixteen decades by now? Don’t you get tired of it?”

“It’s just what we do for people we love.” 

What we do for the people we love. The words weighed heavily on Malachai. There was only one person he’d ever loved, and he hurt her beyond measure. He’d given up what he spent his lifetime desiring, and he would do it again. Kai would give up the Coven leadership – all that power – without a second thought for Rosalie. 

The words came out of this self-loathing, insecure, envious side of him: something Kai thought he’d left behind long ago. Maybe it never left. Maybe the darkness would forever be a part of him. The darkness may not ever leave, but he needed her. Malachai needed Rosalie to light up the darkness that threatened to consume him. Forever. 

~

An hour later, Malachai parked their car in the garage. Sighing deeply, he made his way inside, not knowing if Rosalie was home or not. The second he stepped through the door, he saw Rose asleep on the couch. The lamps were on, and a blanket covered her halfway. 

Walking over to her quickly, he hovered over her, not sure if he should wake her. The trails of tears on her cheeks caused sharp pangs of pain in his heart. He did this, all with his mindless words, words he wished he could take back. Deciding it was best not to wake her after all, Kai tucked a lock of hair behind her cheek.

As gingerly as possible, Malachai placed one arm under her knees and the other under her neck, lifting her gently. She stayed asleep, thankfully, and he carried her upstairs to their bed. He laid her down gently, pressing his lips to her tear-stained skin. “I’m so sorry. I will never hurt you like that again.” 

Just as he started to pull away, Kai felt Rosalie’s fingers grasp his wrist. “Malachai…” Her voice was quiet but not broken or hurt. He was eternally grateful for that. He looked back at her, his eyes swimming with remorse. “Rosalie, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean any of that. I’m just an idiot. A stupid, jealous, emotionally immature idiot who loves y–”

His words were cut off by her finger pressing against his lips. Rose shushed him, shifting so he’d come to lay beside her. “I know you didn’t mean it. That’s not the part that concerns me.” Though confused, Kai listened and clambered into the bed with her after kicking his shoes off. 

“I know you didn’t mean what you said, you were hurt and angry. But Kai, you cannot react that way. Soulmate or not, in order for us to survive, you have to trust me just like I trust you. When I say it was nothing, you have to listen to me.

“Logan was someone I tried to distract myself with years ago. He was human, and I knew he wasn’t my soulmate. But I was hurt and lonely and… once I realized that my feelings for him weren’t genuine, I broke up with him. It was wrong to use him like that.”

True to what Rosalie said, Logan did not have any importance in her life; Malachai felt like she’d been hiding something. No matter if it was irrelevant, she needed to tell Kai for the sake of getting rid of his hurt and confusion. 

“Kai, you know me. You know me more than anyone. You understand me in a way that no one else can. Please trust me.” 

Malachai swallowed nervously, wrapping his arms around her. He lifted her up, laying Rosalie on top of him. “I do trust you. I trust you more than I trust myself.”

His arms enveloped her, squeezing her tenderly. “I promise, I won’t ever behave like a little boy throwing a tantrum again.” 

Rose laughed once, raising her head. Her hair formed a curtain around them. Their lips met, and the candles scattered around the room all sparked to life at once.

After the emotional rollercoaster today, they needed this. In eager yearning, Rosalie’s lips danced with Kai’s. With a swift but tender movement, Malachai turned them, now on top of Rose. Her fingers tangled into his soft brown hair, keeping him close to her.

With a strong, decisive grip, Kai grabbed her left calf, hooking it around his hip. Their limbs meshed together, and Malachai sat up for just a second, tugging off her shirt and his own desperately…

~

When Rosalie’s eyes opened, still under the cover of darkness, they met Kai’s. He was awake, just looking upon her silently with a gentle smile on his face. She returned the smile sleepily, nuzzling into his embrace. “Why are you staring at me?” 

He chuckled a little, perfectly at peace. His lips pressed to her temple. “Because you’re pretty. And I love looking at you. And I love you.” Kai’s left hand came up, stroking her hair soothingly. “It’s still really early. Go back to sleep, baby.” 

“What about you?”

“I’ll sleep soon. Sometimes…” Kai’s cheek nestled against the crown of her head, his eyes fluttering closed. “Sometimes I just need to look at you for a little while and remember that you’re here. Remember that you’re real.”

Rose paused, pulling away just a bit to meet his eyes. She remembered the days when she, too, questioned if what they’d found in each other was real. 

It had to be. There was proof of it everywhere.

Electricity flowed with every brush of their skin. Life didn’t feel whole without the other by their side. Most of all, they were blessed with seeing colors. 

“I’m here, Malachai. I’m here, and so are you.” Kai cupped Rosalie’s face lovingly, kissing her lips. “I know.”

With the sheet wrapped around her, Rose slipped out of bed. She opened the drawer to their dresser, getting two of Kai’s shirts. Tossing him one, she put on the other while Malachai slid on his shorts. He didn’t exactly know why they were getting dressed and not going back to sleep, but he didn’t question it. 

“Come with me.” With a gentle voice, Rose held her hand out to him. Kai took it, following behind her obediently. They went down the stairs and through the back door, standing in front of a big willow tree. Malachai watched as she knelt on the ground, using a garden tool to dig into some pile at the base of the tree.

“Rose, what are you–” His voice stopped abruptly. Malachai was no longer a siphon, but he had been one long enough to feel the unimaginable power emanating from the ground. Rosalie lifted this dirty, half-burnt hummingbird toy from the ground. 

In complete silence, she stood again, placing it into his hand. With tears in her eyes, Rosalie gave him the greatest gift of all. One drop slid down her cheek. Malachai brushed it away as the sun’s first rays of the day washed over them. 

“You shouldn’t have to lose anything.”

~~~

This concludes Chapter 11 of Colors! Thank you so much for reading :)

When Chapter 12 is posted, I will link it here. Until then, feel free to check out my other stories from my Malachai Parker Masterlist (pinned to the top of my profile).

Please feel free to send any thoughts/comments/constructive criticisms my way. I always welcome them!

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Until next time, JustAThoughtfulAngel :)

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[yarart4ever]

yall please be warned of @Tigresslover7 ...

because can we talk about this one yall.

so recently, I made a fanfiction on my ff.net account (idk why it doesn't show on the front feed but if you wanna find it it's here as well as on my account) called Scandalous. a semi-wholesome, semi-steamy TiPo fanfic for me to indulge in. which yk, it's normal. it's okay to self indulge.

but there is a fucking limit.

if yall don't know, Tigresslover is a small creator on tumblr (and apparently now on fanfiction) who's main theme is to... you guessed it... basically be in love with Tigress from kfp.

now on it's own, there's nothing wrong with that, and ofc I wouldn't be talking badly about a small account who just simply liked a fictional character, I'm a small account that fangirls over fictional characters all the time, it's chill, we all do that.

but not at the fucking expanse of other people.

like if you look at this person's account alone, obviously they praise the Tigress art when reblogging it, which is appreciated for other small artists in the kfp fandom.

but there are times where this person would just see a TiPo fanart, take it, crop out Po, leave a caption about how beautiful Tigress is and just post it on their own account. no credit. nothing.

they literally morph other people's art, even little prompts people make (my art and my prompts included) and morph it to fit their own little picture.

I decided not to say anything about it and just move on at first. there were times where Tigresslover would reblog a prompt I make with their own prompt, writing it word for word, and just cropping out Po. basically stealing my prompt.

which, again, I did not say anything about, despite my discomfort of them basically stealing my idea. but I didn't see it as anything worth being upset about as, yk, fair, my own prompts were inspired (keyword: INSPIRED.) by other mainstream sources. so I let it go without causing flames. instead, I settled my discomfort by simply blocking them just so they won't copy my work.

and you won't fucking believe what happened next.

if you think I am bluffing on the copying before hand, I understand that. but please, I beg you to read my work that I linked above, with THIS recent work that came on fanfiction.net not too long ago. in fact posted literal DAYS after I posted my work. just look at them side by side. and see for yourself the true evidence.

oh. my. fucking. god.

when I tell you I am not overexaggerating when they copied my one-shot almost word for word-

literally the only change they caused to this fic is- you guessed it- taking Po out of the picture and inserting THEIR character in it.

I can understand if they were simply inspired by my work, fanfiction is so expansive and limitless, but there are bound to be some similarities within some works, I'm obviously not the first person who thought of this scenario as in fact I took inspiration of the plot in my story from a few saucy animatics I saw on instagram, but there is a HUGE difference between being inspired by something and just blatantly copying and morphing someone else's hardwork to fit a personal view.

so anyways, I flamed them in the reviews, and bc fanfiction.net is lagging with updates and has always done so, I am going to wait until it updates well enough so that I can report them for stealing.

the reason I bring this to yall's attention (if you're still reading which if you are, thank you for sticking around) is bc I know for a fact that I'm not the first and only person they have copied, I believe I even recognised rewritten and stolen work from fellow TiPo prompt accounts, and ofc I have seen them take many iconic TiPo artists in this fandom, crop out a good portion of it just to fixate on Tigress, etc. the only problem is that I'm probably not going to be the last they steal from, which is not good at all.

you may think I'm blowing this out of proportion, but I see great value in literature and art. I love seeing the effort, time and care fanartists and fanfic writers being poured into their works, and when someone takes their work, copies it and morphes it without even bothering to give credit, it's them just showing they're diminishing that time, effort and care. and that's not okay.

do with this information what you will, if you wanna block, report for stealing, or just go about your day as it doesn't affect you, I understand your actions either way. but I am personally going to report them. bc no one deserves to have their work diminished and stolen for someone else's personal views.

[sapphire-weapon]

Hiiiiii. My opinion might be unpopular and controversal even to some but i just gotta share this with you because FINALLY i found someone that is actually rational about how fucked up Aeon really is. I'm sorry i said it.

First, nothing wrong with the ship it's self, it's just that it ain't it. I personally realistically could never be able to picture Leon with any of the girls he's been seen with so far. I'm so fucking glad RE4R choose to shut it down or at least tone it wayyy down a notch than the OG.

It gives my wee heart some comfort knowing that i can enjoy self insert/reader/OC fics with Leon out there without constantly having to think of Wong at all times. What can i say? I'm a sucker for this man and i wanna be self indulgent and give him happiness he deserves. AND i'm grateful for everyone else that does exactly the same, regardless if it's just a fictional pixel.

Also, your little take on EagleOne is very cute and interesting, i love multishipping and whilst i personally never saw their interactions like that (sorryyy) i do like the creative theories people come up with in the fandom while remaining respectful to those around them unlike some shippers i know... But yeah, if it means anything, i just wanna say that i saw Leon's interactions with Ashley sincerely as this older brother that saw himself in Ashley like he was once in RC and wanted to protect that "innocence", maybe there's a bit of Sherry in there too. I think this is also something Capcom was going for too, one of the directors said i believe.

But all in all, there's no hope for these characters outside of fanfiction really, just gotta keep fighting the good fight.

what kind of relationship do you have with your siblings

i have to ask this question every time someone says they see leon and ashley like that, because it makes me feel like i just got an ask from alfred ashford or ruben victoriano.

people can be friends, man. if my brother (6 years older than me, so basically the same age gap as leon and ashley) put his hands on me the way and as often as leon did to ashley, i'd stop taking his calls and move out of the city.

i'm known for exaggeration and hyperbole, but i'm not being hyperbolic with this one. it actually sincerely grosses me out, as someone with an older brother. if you don't ship them, just let leon and ashley be regular-old friends, because the sibling shit is incestuous and weird with what their dynamic is in canon.

and i get that this wasn't the point of your ask, but like... you talk about respecting other ships but then throw "siblings" at me, when "sibling" discourse is only ever used to try to discredit ships and shame/ostracize the people who ship them. you do this while also infantilizing ashley (comparing her to sherry??? a 20 year old to a 10 year old???) and being patronizing towards me ("your little take"), and i just

i'm glad i could give you peace of mind as far as the aeon thing is concerned, but i find it so weird that your way of saying thanks is to go out of your way to try to be rude about a different ship.

[lordisitmine]

about the author

I saw this going around and decided to do it even though literally no one asked lmao

1 . How did you get into writing fanfiction?

I've been writing short stories and developing characters since I was about eight years old, but when I was twelve or thirteen I was really into the Teen Titans animated series, and I wrote a story about an OC I had made (meant to be a self-insert) and Robin being in love. I had NO IDEA it was a thing other people did or that it was called fanfiction but looking back that's definitely what it was.

And then two or so years later, I was introduced to fanfiction through a friend and Tumblr and all of that. And you can bet as soon as I realised this was a thing I could do with any number of characters, and that I had a knack for it, I was INSTANTLY on it like white on rice.

2. How many fandoms have you written in?

As far as my posted fics on AO3, eleven fandoms. But it's probably more like fifteen? Sixteen? There are stories I've taken down and ones I wrote for friends back in the day for fandoms I was never even in.

3. How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

If you count the infamous self-insertxRobin story (that I have since lost the file for, which is devastating), about sixteen years. If you don't count that, then about thirteen years. I'm almost thirty years old so... that's about half of my lifetime now.... *wheezes*

4. Do you read or write more fanfiction?

I read WAY more than I write because writing takes effort and reading does not! Also, reading fanfiction is a great way for me to get in the head-space to write, so it's actually part of my process, in a roundabout way.

5. What is one way you’ve improved as a writer?

Just one? Oh boy. Honestly, just proper sentence structure: e.g. "Using commas instead of periods at the end of quotations ->, <-" they said. And using fewer em dashes and italics, (thought not that many fewer oop). And shortening my sentences, not allowing them to go on and on forever. I feel that a lot of writing just comes naturally to me, and I do it so much that any improvement in voice and tone has just happened gradually, so it's hard to pin down. But I've improved in those ways too for sure, just by virtue of doing the thing repeatedly for many years.

6. What’s the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I cannot even think of one that is remotely weird. I'm sorry to say I don't write a lot of truly weird things- I write alternate canon/canon divergence fics, so I'm never in the wild AU territory. Stuff like undergarments in the Victorian era and how long certain wounds take to heal are about as weird as it gets for me. I did look up the shelf life of jarred pickles for a fic, once. But again, that isn't really weird at all by any stretch of the imagination.

7. What’s your favorite type of comment to receive on your work?

I love all my comments equally. I really do especially like it when people tell me their favourite specific scenes or lines, and kind of do commentary on what they were thinking/feeling while reading, as wel as guess/predict what's going to happen next. But again, even if a comment is simply "<3" or "AAAA", it brightens my day immensely. You should always send a comment if you can, authors need them to live.

8. What’s the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

Again, literally nothing I write about is really that fringe to begin with, so it's hard to answer this question. I guess if you want to count the intricacies of Faustian bargains as I head-canon them to work, and like, made-up occult rituals and blood magic, then sure, that's probably the most fringe thing I write about, I guess.

9. What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

Anything that doesn't ultimately have a happy ending! Major character death! I cannot even conceive of how I would force myself to write those things!! I am a softy of the Highest Order who needs happy endings in my things! I do not enjoy tragedy, I do not fuck with main character death/permanent break-ups! If it happens in canon I will literally be the first one writing a fix-it. I've done it before, and I will do it again!

10. What is the easiest type?

Case-fic. Give me a character solving a mystery any day. I love committing fictional murder and then sending the blorbos off to find the fictional bad guys. It's the easiest thing in the world for me to come up with a conspiracy and a plot to take over the world and then have the protags come in and fuck shit up for the villains. I love it to death. It's my bread and butter.

11. Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

I write anywhere and everywhere. At home (at my desk, on the couch, in bed), at the library, in the waiting room at the doctor's office. I use Microsoft word on my PC, my laptop, and my phone. I stopped using Google docs because of data scraping for AI and the fact they're beginning to censor explicit content, which is insane, it's people's private docs, fuck off! honestly, Microsoft probably isn't any better but it's what I'm used to so I'm kind of stuck with it, at least for the time being.

I do a lot of writing by hand! Like, a LOT. I always have, since I started writing as a kid when I didn't have access to my own private computer (the 2000s were a different time). I love it very dearly and have a whole bin of notebooks under my bed full of drafts and things. I get complemented on my penmanship a lot, and that's why, lmao.

12. What is something you’ve been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

I've been in fandom a long time, and I was never into A/B/O. No judgment, I just didn't get the appeal. But that changed about six or seven months ago, and now I think I'd like to try my hand at writing it, having read a bunch of it now and have a better idea of how it works/what the rules and tropes are. I'm kind of obsessed with it, honestly.

13. What made you choose your username?

Way back in the distant, dark time of 2013, when I sat down to make an ff.net (remember fanfiction.net?) account, I was deep in my Supernatural phase. And reader, I was what we used to call a Sam Girl. And at the time, one of my favourite songs that reminded me of Sam Winchester was Lord Is It Mine by the band Supertramp. The rest is history.

I tag any writer who sees this and wants to do it!

[female-buckets]

The new smutty fans that have discovered Diana and Stewie and BG and other vets in the league are so fucking weird and honestly feel like they keep ruining this space which has otherwise been really chill and I used to come here over like TikTok, Instagram and Twitter because it was more chill and calm and people actually talked about hoops. But I feel like so many of them were already weird about college players this way and now that they've finally made the leap over into the WNBA and now all that weirdness is all over the WNBA spaces doing all that with all the vets. Idk, I've been watching for 10 years but you seem like you've been following the league for many more years, has this stuff always existed or were people just better at hiding it? Like the fanfic was bad enough when it was these people writing self insert getting it from players but starting to add players' friends and teammates to the mix of their stuff is just genuinely disorienting and strange. And they'll whine like omg just block us but I shouldn't have to keep blocking people because this nonsense KEEPS popping up from other people even after you get rid of one. Like can we just be normal and enjoy the hoops. If you wanna think players are hot, okay, we're not all blind. But some of this now is deeply weird and I honestly miss the WNBA before all of these people showed up. It's very much giving WOSO fandom when they'd constantly write smut and started writing ship stuff too left and right and eventually players' friendships got ruined or strained because it took on such a life of its own with that fandom. As far as I've known the WNBA has been spared of that, it's a bummer to think that might not be true anymore.

I've been on this website a while and I never saw any WBB smut on tumblr before May 2024.

I'm very attracted to a lot of these players. And I'm not shy about that online or offline. I love being obsessed with players. To me, obsession means needing to know what these players are doing and saying. I love to know their opinions on things.

But the RPF hobby is different because it's about turning real people into completely different characters. And that just doesn't interest me because I only care what these players think, not what anonymous writers think.

The boom in fanfiction has not led to a boom in other types of WNBA fan content on tumblr. So tumblr smut hobbyists aren't really participating in the full WNBA fandom. They're only using WNBA veterans as props for their hobby.

Only a dozen blogs consistently post about games and interviews and fun moments from practices. And I remember all those blogs existing before May 2024. So the safe-for-work side of WBB tumblr hasn't grown much. If this side of tumblr grew just as much as the NSFW side, I'd have no complaints. But the uneven growth is weird. There's other ways to appreciate basketball besides masturbating but you wouldn't know that if you were only on tumblr 😂

[lilliths-httyd-blog]

Hello friend, I’m back :) I saw that your one shot requests are tentatively open, and I have been thinking about an idea for a bit now. I love your Face in the Mirror fic so, so much— I have body image issues and excoriation disorder, so mirrors are the bane of my existence— and seeing the way you describe Viggo struggling with that both broke my heart and brought me so much relief. I was wondering if you would be willing to write (totally understand if you don’t have the time, or don’t like the idea!!) a kind of “continuation” of the themes you explored— even while living with Hiccup on the edge, he still has those issues, especially with mirrors and his scar. One day he can’t stop staring at (and hating) his own reflection, which leads him to scratching at the scarred side of his face until it bleeds, but he can’t seem to stop. That’s how Hiccup finds him… with lots of hurt/comfort ofc.

Again, if you’re too busy with other writing projects (or just life in general) or don’t like the idea, I completely understand!!

Have a wonderful day lovely :)

OhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHH fUCK YES FUC OHHHHH I LOVE THIS IDEA-

i have too many wips right now so i dont want to start a new one. what i CAN do for you is try to insert that sort of theme into my pre-existing wips. i have one already which involves viggo's self hatred, part of this wip touches on body image issues. i can also try to find ways to write something along the lines of what you suggested (mirrors etc) into some more wips, i'll just have to do some thinking (cracks open my fanfiction ideas book and starts scouring)

also dannnnnnng you have this uncanny ability to send me lovely asks when i need them the most like how sweet are you??? lol