#I posted a new fanfic yay!!

[kippsquared]

Fandom: Mr. Student Body President (TV), Julie and The Phantoms (TV 2020) Relationships: Tyler Prendergast & Ray Molina

Description: Tyler is used to staying at school to work on student body president-related things. His parents never really cared when he came home anyway. But Ray does. Ray does care.

[decapolicemoment]

College Days: 1

(or Carl having beef with a minor)

He was finally here; Broadstone Police College. He’s worked his ass off to get here, working hard to earn enough money to fly here from Britain, not wanting to rely on his parent's business. Sure, their money is helpful, but being independent is what he craves the most, so he took as much as he could and left the country, moving into the dormitories.

He was told a week ago that he would have a roommate, and although it would be helpful in some circumstances, he spent the whole week praying that they would be nice and help clean up around the dorm. They were supposed to come today, so it was a matter of time before he would meet them.

He packed his bag, slinging the strap over his shoulder before leaving the orientation room. Most people were still there, chatting with their professors or classmates. As much as he wanted to make friends here, he wanted to be there for when his roommate arrived, whenever that was. 

He walked through the hallway, trying to find the exit when he walked past someone who caught his eye. He was blonde and a little bit shorter than Carl was, an inch or so. He was fixated on the map hanging on the wall, staring at it as if he was trying to figure it out.

“Hey, you need help?” He put a hand on his shoulder, causing him to slightly flinch, turning to face him. His wide blue eyes staring at whoever snapped him out of his trance. He relaxed, glancing back at the map.

“Whoever made this sucks with directions. I’ve been walking around trying to find the dorms.” He pointed a finger at the paper on the wall. “You have any clue where it is?”

Was he new? Most people have already settled into their rooms, but then again, the deadline hasn’t passed, so maybe he was just late. “Yeah, what building are you in?”

“Eh?”

“You got a key right? It should have your building number and room on it.”

“….I was supposed to get a key?”

Carl smirked, covering his mouth to hide the giggle that came from it. His eye twitched, not understanding the humor in his situation. 

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing nothing, I’m just surprised you didn’t know that.” He waved his hands in front of him, a slight smile still on his face. The blonde grew more annoyed, rolling his eyes at his comment.

“Not everyone got to come here early, you know? Some people never got a tour of the place.”

“I didn’t tour here either.”

“Okay? I didn’t ask if you did. You still got here before me so you’ve already walked around campus.”

He sighed, wishing he hadn’t offered to help him out. “Listen, I have somewhere to be, so let’s just go our separate ways, okay?”

“What, you have a girlfriend or something?”

“What? No.” How he managed to come to that conclusion was beyond him. The blonde looked him up and down, a judging look on his face.

“Yeah, you don’t seem like you would have one,” he said, shaking his head.

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

He turned away from Carl, a grin on his face as he strutted down the hall. He waved as Carl yelled to him again. As he became farther away, it hit him.

He never gave him directions. 

Good. Serves him right for being an annoying little twat. He continued the other way, opening the exit door. The light breeze hit him as he jogged to the dorm building. He didn’t live too high up, so there was no point in him taking the stairs.

Opening the door to his dorm, he looked to see if anyone had arrived before he did, realizing that it was completely empty. He started to worry for whoever they were, hoping that they were coming soon and weren’t injured or lost. If he knew who they were, he would have tried to find them.

He thought back to the guy he met in the hallway, praying for whoever might have to dorm with him. Maybe he was lucky enough to get a single room, though he doubts it since they only give those out if there aren’t a lot of people or if you have a disability.

He plopped down on the couch, scrolling on his phone to pass the time. Classes didn’t start until Monday, and it would probably be mostly icebreakers that day. There wasn’t much to do except wait for his dorm mate to arrive 

Apparently he wouldn’t have to wait that long, as someone knocked on the door. He sat up, hearing someone try to open the door on their own, keys rattling. Another knock, followed by, “Open the door please.”

He knew that voice, but he couldn’t quite place from where. Standing up, he went to open the door, only for it to open on its own, hitting him in the face. 

He clutched his nose and groaned, hearing his new roommate start to apologize, only to stop. He faced them, neither of them talking as they made eye contact.

“YOU!” “OH COME ON!”

He closed the door behind him, glaring at him. He went past him towards the bedrooms, Carl following to make sure he didn’t go in his. Surprisingly, he ignored the open room and went straight to the closed one, sliding his suitcase on the floor and closing the door again.

“I really don’t want to share a dorm with you, but I don’t feel like changing, so how about we call a truce.” He stuck a hand out to him, half lidded eyes staring at him.

“A truce? Are you serious?”

“God, just be the bigger person and shake my hand already.” They shook hands, both looking as if they didn’t want to. 

“Great! Name’s Harvard Marks.”

“No ‘nice to meet you’ or ‘Sorry for hitting you with the door’?”

“I’m not a liar. Besides, it’s your fault for standing behind the door.”

“You’re the one who asked me to open it!”

“If I knew it was you, I wouldn’t have asked.”

“What happened to your truce?”

“I can still not like you, I know you don’t like me either.” He was right, but he was less vocal about it, rather than Harvard who makes a comment about him in every sentence.

“You never asked my name.”

“Isn’t it Carl? It was on the paper the office gave me.” He nodded. 

“Cool, lemme see your schedule real quick.” He complied, not realizing what he asked.

“Perfect, we share some classes.” That was not perfect, he didn’t want to have to deal with him both in and out of the dorm. He glanced at both their schedules, them sharing most of his classes.

“Great…,” he mumbled, already regretting everything. He wondered if it was too late for him to get a new roommate. 

Over the span of a week, Carl realized a few things about his roommate.

One, that he was actually quite smart and skilled. Though, he needed to be to back up his cockiness.

Two, that he wasn’t such a pain in the ass to other people, it seemed to be just him. 

Three, he was tidy, and made sure to clean up after himself. 

And four..

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’RE 16?!”

“I mean that I’m currently 16 years old, what do you think?” He looked annoyed and amused at his question.

“How old did you think I was?”

“I thought you were just a short 18 year old..”

“We’re the same height??”

“Barely, but that’s not the point.” Harvard grinned at his exasperation, as he tried to wrap his head around his roommate being a minor.

“You should feel bad for harboring such hate for a minor,” he clasped his hands together, letting out a small whine. “In fact, you should be ashamed and buy me coffee as an apology.”

“Hell no. It just means I can’t fully blame you for being immature.” He ruffled his hair, getting a yelp out of him. He slapped his hands away before huffing. 

“Says the one who had beef with a teenager.”

“Well I didn’t know you were a teenager.”

“You say that as if you wouldn’t have beef if you knew I was one.”

“Can you drop it? I have class in a few minutes.”

“Only if you buy me coffee later.”

“Sure, just go away.” He saluted, before going back to his room. Carl sighed, brewing himself a pot of coffee.

This year was gonna be long.

[gigglemugger]

I have had an idea for a crazy twilight fanfic for months but it overrides canon too much, literally just takes the characters and puts them in a new Universe, more similar to Underworld, but also not at all (cause I created a bunch of new stuff). And idk if anyone would like to see that...

[johnslittlespoon]

morning reblog + snippet <3 need to get in the habit of doing this but somehow once the chapter is actually posted i get nervous despite sharing bits and pieces the whole time i'm writing lol?? silly!

sappy but waking up to the ao3 comment emails had me giggling kicking my feet twirling my hair this morning, i rly do tear up reading them, i'm so so thankful for every interaction on this fic and ik i repeat myself every time i post a new chapter but i just. appreciate the love so much and i'm so grateful for the patience i've been shown as i navigate a proper long fic for the first time!! wowie

idk what i did to deserve stumbling into a fandom so kind and sweet and supportive and INSANELY creative and talented (simultaneously thanking barry and hating him for getting me attached to that precious little lieutenant and then ripping him away just as fast fml), i genuinely feel so lucky to have something to be excited about every day and as much as i love writing this fic, i can't wait to be done so i can lock in and pour over all my friends' fics and give back so much love :')))

You're A Dog (I'm Your Man)

Ch. 5/8 – 'I Count My Time In Dog Years'

[WC: 27K | Gale Cleven/John Egan, Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Requited Unrequited Love]

John Egan loves like a dog.

[AO3 LINK]

[drgrlfriend]

Comments versus Bookmarks on AO3

A few people seemed appreciative of my post about how to use AO3's Marked for Later feature, so I thought I'd follow up with another tip about comments versus bookmarks. As part of the amazing @justleaveacommentfest I noticed a few people mentioned leaving nice comments in bookmarks, and I thought it might help to have a little info about how comments are different from bookmarks, and why it's better to send a comment if you want to make an author happy or make fandom friends or have an interesting discussion.

Bookmarks *are* viewable by everyone, unless you make them private. If you plan to say anything negative in your bookmark, please make it private. It's not really the flip side, however, that leaving positive statements in your bookmarks will reach the author, though.

Most authors are alerted when they get new comments, either through their dashboard or via email if they choose, or both. Yay! Serotonin boost, and also the ability to reply back and start a conversation! Plus, readers can have great discussions with each *other* in the comments section of a fic! If you're super into a fic you can read comments on the chapter even years later, and sometimes find the author adding additional thoughts or discussing their thought process while writing! It's like DVD extras for fanfic! (Do kids these days know what DVD extras are any more? Damned if I know).

You don't really know, as an author, when someone bookmarks one of your fics. Some authors, particularly when they are feeling low (cough cough) may also look at bookmarks to see if there are nice things there. This would basically just involve clicking on the bookmarks for each of your fics individually to see if there's anything a.) new and b.) nice in them.

This is an act of desperation. It's not really a wise thing to do, as 99% of bookmarks have no comments, or just list the title and author in fear of the fic being deleted some day and not knowing what you're missing. Even worse, if you, as an author, get desperate enough to cruise your bookmarks, you are as likely to see someone say something like "Meh" or "This got boring so I stopped reading at Chapter 5" or "Too many werewolves 3/10" in a werewolf fic than you are to see a nice compliment.

So, if you loved a fic and want to memorialize your love in a bookmark, be an extra super-duper sweetheart and cut and paste that into a comment for the author! Make the AO3 environment enriching for both authors and fellow readers in the comments section, and protect your friendly local author by not providing intermittent positive reinforcement for the negative behavior of scrolling through bookmarks!

I still recommend bookmarking fics. Bookmark those favorite fics you want to come back and read later, or use bookmarks to leave yourself little reminders if they are nice or in private bookmarks if they are not nice. Bookmark good resources, like how to code things in html or how to use AO3 filters most effectively. Find awesome new things to read by looking through the bookmarks of your favorite authors, because if you vibe with someone's writing you may also vibe with their favorite fics to read!

[in-daddy-price-we-trust]

All I Wanted - Part 1

summary: when you are kidnapped discovered by TF141 they can't help but fall in love.

pairing: 141 x fem!teen!reader (platonic)

warnings: mentions of child abuse, drugs, canon typical violence

Part 2

A/N: this is like my first fanfic in a while, and first on tumblr (yay!) any tips and tricks would be so helpful!

this also plans to be a series but posting might and will be inconsistent, thank you in advance!

You always had a difficult life. Being abused by your parents up until you ran away at 13. After you ran away, you got in with the wrong type of people, promises of hope and money, food and validation was all they needed to say to get you hooked in their business of organised crime. Some good came out of it however, they gave you a home and how to defend yourself. They taught you how to shoot a gun and the best place to make someone bleed. They taught you nothing else mattered except them, they became your new family.

You were 15 when you were tasked with transporting a couple crates of weaponry and drugs. The organisation you joined knew you well enough and practically raised you to be the strongest you were. So one cargo ship to Amsterdam later, you find yourself in a rotting, metal warehouse, wearing pink apparel, pink puffy skirt and a white hello-kitty shirt. A baby pink cardigan is draped over your shoulders and over-the-knee white knitted socks. A chrome covered knife strapped to your thigh.

“Zus, how much for it all?” he stood across from you, a cigarette lit between his lips taking a long drag as you assessed his question. His black, slicked back hair elongated his face and the three piece suit almost made this deal professional.

“How much are you offering?” was all you said as a small smile graced your lips, ‘the higher the offer, the better’ you remember being told before you left. They weren’t the best weapons but they were definitely worth at least a couple K.

“25”

a grimace, “80”

a growl, “40”

a hum, “55”

“65. Final offer,” his teeth were bared, almost like he was sweating already.

A sinister, sweet smile stretched across your face, “Wonderful, and how are you wanting to transfer that?” out of seemingly nowhere you pulled out a notepad and pen, writing down the bank details before you gave him a pointed look, “You have one week to transfer the money, or I will have your head.”

His face paled, almost embarrassingly so. For how innocent you appeared to be, you knew how to handle yourself in these situations. You turned to walk away, the sound of baby pink mary janes clacking against the concrete as you bounced towards the rusted metal doors, sliding them open as you looked back at the man one final time, “It was a pleasure doing business with you,” and leaving.

You were good at your job. It was easy, for the most part. Gather intel, pass forward that intel. Transfer somewhat illegal items from one holder to another. So it comes to you as a bit of a surprise when you exit through the dusty doors when a bullet wizzes past your face, luckily just missing you. Swiftly pulling out the hand-gun out your waistband and shooting in their direction. You wish you had your sniper, but it was left in the hotel room you managed to stay at.

As you shot in the direction of the fire, you failed to notice someone sneaking out behind you, kicking your knees in. Dirt caked your socks as the grip on your gun became loose. Acting as quick as possible, you flipped onto your back, retching the knife from its holster. Before you could act, black invaded your vision as you felt pain shoot from your head. Shit.

-

White light invaded your vision, a grumbled swear leaving your dry lips at the pounding in your head. "Jesus Christ," your wrists hurt, rubbed raw by the shitty metal handcuffs they strapped you in, "Whose bedroom did you get these out of? Couldn't even afford good quality cuffs?" fell out of your mouth before you could think to stop it. No one reacted.

It was a van, you could tell that much. The interior white with small wooden benches lining it. Two men sat on either side of you whilst the other two sat across. From what you could make out, another pair sat at the front, driving to this unknown destination.

Maybe you should have been more scared. More begging for them not to hurt you. Four big, burly military men could definitely kill you much easier than you kill them.

They studied you like you studied them. The one on your left was most likely the oldest, a fisherman's hat upon his head and mutton chops-moustache combo was the dead give away. He had his eyes closed and arms crossed across his chest, legs spread wide.

You couldn't make out the one on your right quite as well. A black balaclava with painted white skeletal teeth paired well with the upper half of the skull mask he wore. He seemed to be in a similar position as grandpa, although he had an ankle resting on his knee instead, head tilted back against the cool metal of the van.

The two across from you seemed younger. One had a darker complexion, his eyebrows furrowed in a thoughtful expression. He was smaller than the rest but no doubtfully as strong.

Lastly was the man with a mohawk. His eyes bore into you the most, not so angry and more trying to figure out who you were. Breaking you apart and putting you back together with his eyes. Childishly, you stuck your tongue out at him. His face morphed into one of slight surprise before rolling his eyes and looking towards the front.

It was quiet. The hum from the light ticking like a clock in your ear. Trying to gauge where you were and how much time had passed, your foot started tapping on the floor.

"Stop," A gruff voice said suddenly making you jump before mumbling a sorry at the skull-faced man. It was quiet again. It numbed your senses, sending shivers down your spine. Gravel sounded under the tires before voices outside sounded, signalling your arrival.

The doors pulled open, sunlight shining in. As mohawk and shorty left, skully pulled your arm to tug you along out with him, a short yelp escaping past your lips at the action.

You tripped over your feet, pins and needles shooting up your legs from sitting for so long. "Can you be gentle?" you spoke as you found your footing, "Please?" it was tacked on at the end for at least the tiniest bit of sympathy.

Skully looked down at you as he continued to drag you towards what you hoped was a five-star hotel with bed and breakfast. At least your death would be a quick one.

The halls blurred together until you were sitting in a leather chair in someone's office, back to the door, although you felt the looming presence of the men behind you. Mutters were heard outside before the door clicked opened, footsteps and a click again.

Gramps stood in front of you, leaning over the dark stained oak table. He had a file in his hand, putting it on the desk before sliding it over to you. "What do you know of El Sin Nombre?" it wasn't as much of a question than you'd like but an order for information.

Your mouth was so dry it felt like you swallowed cotton. As much as you wished to answer him, you look at him with furrowed brows and a confused expression. It took you a couple minutes before words formed in your throat, "Who?".

He didn't enjoy that answer. One of his hands slapping on the desk as he seethed, repeating the question again as if that would change your answer.

"I don't know who that is! I can't help you," you felt that burning sensation under your eyes as you desperately tried to convey your emotions. Tears meant weakness, and that's the one thing you didn't want to show to your captors right now.

Pairs of eyes hammered into your head. You felt like a child again, staring down at your toes being told off for not doing the dishes or not being quick enough to grab a beer. You braced for the hits, the punches to your ribs as you made promises that fell on the deaf ears of your mother and father.

"Price," A voice sounded behind you, soft and comforting. An accent coated the words that flowed through the air you didn't pick up on. The more time passed the more your eyes stung, tears slipping past your defences. Shoulders shaking as you try to curl into yourself, strings of "I don't know" and "I'm sorry" being nothing more than mumbles.

The room grew cold and quiet as you sobbed. Footsteps couldn't be heard over your own cries, so when an arm wrapped around your shoulders, you jolted. Expecting this is where you get hit. Bracing for the impact and sting they usually brought with them.

Instead, the arm pulled you into their chest, hugging you close and stroking your hair, along with shushing you softly. It only made you sob harder. When was the last time someone hugged you like this? Sure, you got the occasional pat on the back for a job well done, but never an embrace like this.

Time passed through your fingers like sand, not knowing how long you sat there for before you calmed down. The arms didn't pull away until you did, cringing at the wet patch you left on the man's shirt. Speaking of, you looked up to see mohawk looking down at you, eyes soft and an equally soft smile. "Y're alright now lass?" his accent leaked into the words, a curt nod allowing him to pull away and stand up again.

A heavy sigh sounded above you as you dragged your eyes up to meet who you presumed was this 'Price' figure. "What’s your name?"

Gears turned over the question in your head, thinking of an answer. Technically, you lost your name when you left home, gaining a couple new names at the gang.

Your silence was taken for an answer. "What are you doing in Amsterdam?" this you could answer.

"A business exchange. I'm just the messenger, I don't know any of the customers - I promise! - I just get the money and dip. I promise I can't help you-" you were hyperventilating at this point.

"It's alright sweetheart, deep breaths, calm down for me, yeah?" Price's voice was gentle now, seemingly not wanting the same thing to happen.

"Can you tell us where you're from? Who you work for?" He asked once he saw you calm down.

"Uhm- I'm from England. And I don't really work for them but I'm a doberman. They're some organisation that took me in," you weren't really interested in going into full depths of your life with these complete strangers.

Although, you felt the gazes lift off you and onto Price, his own eyes looking back at his men, a million silent conversations happening right above your head. Price inhaled sharply before he asked his last question, "How old are?"

"15." The air knocked out of his lungs.

[michellemisfit]

✨Weekly Tag Wednesday ✨

Thanks for creating the game and for the tag @jrooc thanks for the tag @vintagelacerosette

Today we’re talking fandom. Come play!

Name and A03 handle: Michelle, michellemisfit

Current Location: Living room, surrounded by feathers, as I’m currently fletching some arrows

Favourite picrew: This one is pretty fucking spot on. Or at least it was at the time. Hair is very different now. But then, hair is always different… lol

Also this one is spiritually VERY me

What's one thing you want in a picrew? Ability to add coloured streaks! And a wide selection of scars, or alternatively the ability to move them around the screen. Either is fine. But mostly the hair thing. My hair is generally 4 different colours. Don’t try and limit me to one!!

Favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom? Erm… 3 way tie between Mexico Gallacrafts, Fimo Gallavich, and Cookie Gallavich? Maybe? Argh. Turns out, looking back at my art tag… I’ve created some pretty cool stuff. Huh. Yay me.

Why is it your favourite? I don’t really do photography, and I’m really proud of the idea behind and the execution of that photo. And while I LOVE drawing more than anything, I don’t think I’m exceptional or anything. But I’m damn creative when it comes to silly 3D craft projects, so both Fimo Gallavich and Cookie Gallavich make me happy and feel like something not just anyone could do… I dunno.

Did it come easily or was it hard to create? It was LONG to create. Both cookie and Fimo Gallavich took several days in total. And I think that’s the other thing I like about myself. I am willing to put in the work, and it usually pays off.

Last ao3 fic you commented on? Hah! You’ll be able to corroborate this, I’m not just sucking up!! LOL I’m currently reading Camp is a Battlefield by @blue-disco-lights, @jrooc, and @mybrainismelted, with artwork by @creepkinginc, so that’s the last one I commented on :)

Biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced? I mean… every single WIP I have ever started reading, only to realise that maybe there won’t be any more of it… 😱 Every. Single. One. They’re all special, and they all hurt in their own special ways. And I will remain subscribed to all of them FOREVER, because you never know!!

Also? Comment on WIPs. Tell authors how much joy the story brought you, how much space it’s occupying in your brain, how much you would love to see it continue but how happy you are to have read as much of the story as there is because it’s changed your brain chemistry… do NOT comment saying ‘next chapter when?’, cause that makes you a dick bag.

Favourite trope or head cannon you like included in a fanfic? I’m a sucker for fake dating, only one bed, and a soulmate AU 🤷🏽‍♂️

Least favourite? …not a huge fan of kid fic, but hey, all it takes is a great author to make it work.

Secret or surprising kink or trope? Again, do not kink shame, because you’re only ever one good fanfic away from discovering something about yourself you did NOT see coming…

Describe how you feel after you’ve created something new? Exhausted and antsy. Is it good enough? Are people gonna like it? Should I even bother anyone with this? Why don’t I just go and hide under a rock forever?? I felt okay about this when I finished it, why is it suddenly the worst thing to have ever been created??? …I wish there was a sense of calm and accomplishment. There is not. Brains suck!

Top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line: @deedala - I so appreciate how we’re on a similar wave length when it comes to art as well as ‘everybody wants to hunt me for sport’ vibes. I know I can always count on you for kind but honest words, and that’s so important!!

It's been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____? Read comfort fic. Probably Like Real People Do or None the Wiser.

Edit: Also? Go and read comments and tags on old art posts. That’s a sure fire way to cheer me up!

This was fun, and made the 15 minute wait between fletching each feather pass much faster. Thanks!!

If you are currently making your own arrows and need something to occupy your wait time with… how about completing a tag game? lol

@heymrspatel @loftec @creepkinginc @deedala @too-schoolforcool @darlingian @iandarling @iansw0rld @ian-galagher @mybrainismelted @palepinkgoat @crossmydna @mikhailoisbaby @sickness-health-all-that-shit @rereadanon @rutherinahobbit @energievie @junemermaid @francesrose3 @deathclassic @faejilly @rutherinahobbit @gallawitchxx @look-i-love-u @jessij1997 @callivich @celestialmickey @wehangout @doshiart @lynne-monstr @the-rat-wins @blue-disco-lights @suzy-queued @sleepyfacetoughguy @spookygingerr @burninface @gallapiech

[jinxquickfoot]

One of the oddest experiences of being a fanfic writer has to be:

Writer: *posts new chapter* Yay I can’t wait to see what my readers think of my new work!

Email alert: Comment from Ao3…

*comment raving about one of my most obscure fics no one has commented on in years*

[sabo-has-my-heart]

1500 Followers Event

*Gasps* Can you believe it? The day is here! The day is actually here! The day of….

Mitsuri: The 1500 Follower Event Poll!!!

Wait, what are you doing here?

Mitsuri: I’m… I’m here for the event poll.

Guest appearances aren’t supposed to be until the event itself…

Mitsuri: w-what? 

Well, I suppose I’ll make an exception this time. So, let’s tell them what the poll options are!

Mitsuri: Yay! Alright, well, with the 1400th follower (shoutout to @audrey-93 for being our 1400th) our wonderful Astra decided that she’d run a poll to let the followers decide what the 1500 follower event would be.

And what a great time to do it! During Election Season (In America)! So the options are as follows:

AU Event 3: AU Event 3 would be exactly like AU events 1 & 2 at 200 and 300 followers. Much like AU events 1 & 2, you will choose a character, choose an AU from those that I will put together, choose a prompt from the lists I’ll put together, and a please, thank you, or other form of politeness/pleasantry. Then you’ll send it in and if it follows my rules, then I’ll write it!

Open my inbox of 3-6 months: So I closed my inbox some time ago because I felt underappreciated. I felt like my followers and/or readers were treating me like some sort of writing machine that spits out fanfics without any sort of care about who I am as a person. This option would open my inbox to regular requests for a period of 3-6 months depending on what sort of requests I get. I would, of course, expect my rules to be followed and patience to be had, but I would open my inbox to requests.

Old Fic Rewrites: pretty self explanatory. You send in a request to rewrite one of my older fics. I’ll make a list of fics that I absolutely will not rewrite as well as a rule of how old a fic has to be for me to rewrite it, but in general, you’re asking me to rewrite a request. Depending, I may or may not add a prompt option to this. In which you, the requester, say “Please dearest Astra, rewrite this fic with this prompt.” and I’ll go, “Awww, how sweet of you to be so kind, alright, let’s see what I can do!”

Top To Bottom: This is a new one that was offered by one of my beautiful followers (named by me). What this means is that it will be reader (or character) x bottom!Character. Please Note that just because they’re bottom, does not necessarily mean they’re submissive. You can be a dom and be on bottom. Furthermore, this won’t be nsfw only. There will be sfw options! Do I serve smut? Yes. But this is an equal opportunity, all inclusive blog, meaning minors are allowed so long as they stay out of the smut!

Other: send me an idea! If enough people vote ‘Other’ I’ll take all of the other ideas and put them in a new poll!

None: you don’t want an event. You don’t want me to run an event. For whatever reason, you think that I shouldn’t run an event.

As a final note! I require 150 votes on this poll to run the event! That’s 1/10th of 1500 followers. I’m asking for a total vote count equal to 1/10th of the total followers to reach the milestone! That’s not that many. Heck, I have no way of knowing who voted and whether or not they’re a follower! You could message 150 friends and tell them “I’ll give each of you $2 if you go on Tumblr and vote this option.” (If you have this many friends and that much money, however, I think you’d be better off paying me, it would be much, much cheaper to pay me to run the event, lol). Or you could reblog this post as go “hey guys, vote on this for me!” whatever it takes to get 150 votes! Anything less and I will not run the event! I don’t care if it was 148, I don’t care if “I didn’t get time”. This poll will be set for 1 week! 150 votes! With that said, happy voting! (And happy voting season to all my fellow Americans. Please vote!)

[drinkabletoxicdishsoap]

Man I love posting about crossovers AAHHHHHHHH it’s so silly to think about my favorite fandoms and characters meeting each other!! I have no individual thoughts it’s just all crossovers LMAO I wonder if anyone else has this problem or is it just me 😭😭 I’m probably alone on this but I hope you all love my crossover thoughts and they fulfill the crossover thoughts in your head!!

fairly odd parents a new wish x gravity falls (wow I totally have never thought about this before it’s not like I made two fanfics on aO3 with these two fandoms meeting wow it’s so crazy and insane :000000) but..!! The kids get fairies :3

If we’re going off the book of bill, Dipper probably got Comso and Wanda when he overheard his parents arguing.

I imagine little dude was SO excited to tell Mabel but as soon as he found out from Jorgen that he wasn’t supposed to tell anyone he was probably DEVASTATED 😭😭 but Mabel being Mabel, she probably found out somehow anyways. He probably PLEADED and PLEADED to Jorgen before he was like, “ugh fine chill dude just don’t let anyone else find about them!!” And Dipper was chill with that. Might have to adjust the timeline and make dipper hear his parents arguing when he was 9-10 so it makes more sense for him to get Cosmo and Wanda at that time. They’re just both really good parental figures to Dipper and Mabel and care for them a lot!! <3

Him, Mabel, Cosmo and Wanda probably just went on silly little adventures together until the timeline hit the summer of Gravity Falls when they’re 12. It probably all acts out the same but they have Cosmo and Wanda to help them through it! They’re probably disguised as pins for his hats or vest. But they start to show their human forms as they spend time in Gravity falls without grunkle stan, Wendy, and soos.

Pacifica most likely gets Peri. I feel he’d get along with her better than Dev 😭 he’s either disguised as a purse, headband, or hired as a babysitter in human form. She either gets him early at 9-10 or right after Northwest Mansion Mystery.

When Ford comes along, it all plays out the same but he starts dectecting weird magical activity 🤨 Mabel and Dipper somehow and someway, stop him finding out about fairies but it’s really hard for these poor kids.

Gideon probably somehow found about the fairies and did what Dev did in the finale, met an anti fairy (probably either anti cosmo and anti Wanda or irep) took over fairy world and announced fairies exist to Gravity Falls. Stanley and Ford were shocked about this and even more shocked when Dipper and Mabel told them the truth. They accepted it and teamed up with Soos and Wendy to stop Gideon and they win!! Yay!!! :3 (As punishment, if we’re going with Gideon meeting Irep, Irep’s punishment is to co-parent Pacifica with Peri 😭😭) Dipper’s million wish was for him and his family and friends to keep their memories of fairies.

Peri probably met Dipper and Mabel as soon as he found about them after fairy college. He sees them as his little siblings! He just wants to be a good big brother for Timmy! (I have no idea if they meet him yet but it would probably just be a wholesome moment :D)

Dipper and the gang would find about Pacifica and Peri in some random episode event 😭

I think I covered everything?? Again it probably just plays out the same as the show but with fairies and maybe some extra silly episodes to learn more about fairy world!

Anti Dipper and Anti Pacifica!! Woah boy!! It’s probably the same as the Hazel episode where they both sign forms at fairy con and turn into fairies. Dipper’s anti fairy is basically just Bipper but less extreme. Pacifica’s anti fairy is shy, very reserved, easily spooked.

Some small headcanons I have is that their magic doesn’t work against Bill for some reason? And that as soon as Dipper got Comso and Wanda, he probably binge read Da Rules 😭 Dipper’s favorites are the pixies idk I think he’d like them

And that the barf fairies are definitely fairies going through magical backup. Jorgen just sent them to Gravity Falls because he didn’t want to deal with that 😭😭

THANK YOU FOR COMING TO MY LONG YAP SESSION :333 I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY OR NIGHT <3

[asteroiidx]

> made in mspaint

HEYYYYY!! \(>0<)/

it's been a hot while since i've posted about sans again wahah.. BUT I'M NOT OUT OF THE FANDOM! that's not what's goin on here no siree!! (⁠ㆁ⁠ω⁠ㆁ⁠) but i dunno, i kinda just wanna drop something here.. maybe some people would end up relating to it, but who knows!

when i started posting about sans here, i was in a seriously bad place. i'm not gonna disclose on it, but that's kind of how i got back into falling for the goofy skeleton man!!

this was probably my lowest point in life, and it severely affected the way i performed in school and just my overall health. it started off with a love for rottmnt (you'd see it if you scroll long enough), then i went through old fanfics that i used to read in the past- and gosh did i get the biggest wave of euphoria in my life.

i started reading through whatever fics i could find- and i've come across new ones... and cringe ones.. and i just kept reading and reading (up until really concerning hours at night). i ended up scrolling through the fanart, the self shipping, and all of that 2016 throwback jazz. i guess it all made me feel like i'm a cringey 10 year old again.

and that's how i ended up just drawing- well, selfship. it was comforting and i would draw aster and sans together whenever i felt like shit. it made me feel like i could just live a little longer to feel this happy about drawing some fictional characters. it was my coping mechanism

the longer i posted, the more i realized that there were people like me too! and it made me feel happy that you guys interacted with me and enjoyed my art <3 so i appreciate you all for sticking around (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

but i have to say that, i was stuck in a daydream bubble that was really pulling me back from accepting my reality. i wanted to get better, to feel better without having to sacrifice so much of my life outside of undertale. so.. that's what i did! that's what the lack of posts kind of was- and i'm really sorry for popping up and disappearing like that!

i'm glad to say that i'm doing much better than i was before! so yay, happy times! 🎉 i'm currently in university, something I didn't think i'd be able to make it to.. but i'm here now!

i do miss drawing sans, and i do miss interacting with all of you :')

i loved and still love aster and sans- in fact, i still draw them!but i also have other interests too! (ahem.. cod and my ocs..)

i think that's all i wanted to say for now... if you guys even read this- thank you! :3

and if you've been feeling similar to how i felt in the past, i want you to know that it gets better and it will get better <3

[andromedazwrks]

Looking for a new Stan Pines fanfic?

YOUR SEARCH IS OVER‼️‼️

Presenting, Time and Gravity

Fic summary:

Fleeing the shadows of abuse, a young mother and her nonverbal daughter embark on a desperate journey into the unknown. With nothing but dwindling hope, they find themselves at rock bottom—robbed, exhausted, and afraid. In the quirky town of Gravity Falls, they encounter Stan Pines, a gruff but kindhearted man wrestling with his own demons of loneliness and purpose.

TW: domestic abuse, PTSD, trauma, use of slurs

Unfinished at the moment but I post 1-3 new chapters everyday! This fic is filled with angst, fluff, and smut (yay for freaks)

PLEASE READ AND COMMENT ILY GUYS‼️🫶

[lingy910y]

Weekly Tag Thursday

i was waiting for WTW all day yesterday cause i love having our weekly catch-ups 🥺 tagged by @gallapiech today

name: ling

location: new york

favorite season: fall 😎

favorite hot drink: chrysanthemum tea

pumpkin: yay! 🎃 or no 😔

if no? another fall flavor you prefer: none of them idk

if yes? what is your favorite pumpkin treat:

favorite fall activity: reading

favorite fall movie or show: coco 😀👍

favorite fall fanfic: when the light is out and words have gone by @gardenerian since it’s based on the chicago fire that happened on october 8-10, 1871

fave outfit: cardigans (even tho mine is useless other than the aesthetic cause they don’t even warn me up) and sweatpants

what are you most looking forward to in the next couple of fans: i’ll say it again cause i don’t think anyone saw my post abt it, but i’m going to nycc to meet cam and noel and have them sign smth! i wanted them to sign the gallavich plushies but fabric is risky so i’ll just go with the default 8x10 posters lmao

what’s your one hope for fall? read more books, i have read more this year (3 whole books) than previously because i think i’ve finally found books i like?

tagging @deedala, @michellemisfit, @jademickian, @burninface, @blue-disco-lights, @sgtmickeyslaughter, @mmmichyyy, @heymrspatel, @energievie, @doshiart, @mybrainismelted, @thepupperino, and @reganmian

[rainbow-wolf120]

Fanfic promo yay yahoo I hate writing /j

And with promo comes full rendered drawings. I really should be doing my hhomework.

"Downpour"

"Worthy"

Basic plot summary and some cool info below:

"How's a Hero" is a fic I've been working on since..... idk 6 months, maybe

It's basically my (affectionate) 'I don't care' to conforming to popular fandom headcanons and going insane

(It's a horror fic. It's quite literally a horror Rayman fic where Rayman's a stubborn bitch to everyone)

Inspired to finally finish it after that one Tumblr post I saw that I can't find anymore. I think this fandom does deserve a proper 'horror' fic

Have I ever written a scary story before? No but it's not to late to throw stuff at the wall

Enough about me. What is this fic?

The basic plot finds Rayman struggling to grasp that the Glade isn't reliant on ONLY him. He has friends that'll help him and he's not taking it so well.

It goes into psychological stuff like guilt, denial, refusal for help, those things

I'm not very good at naming the tropes actually who said I should be a writer???

Anyways, if that's not your cup of tea, that's chill. You can go read "Real and Fake" for a more lighthearted story #subtleplug

This story is definitely out of my comfort zone with heavy themes, fight scenes, and more 'mature' things. So if it sounds like I've never wrote anything like this, you're correct I apologize

Every new chapter I'll finish (hopefully) with have a drawing to go with it. At least, if I have the time and motivation uhhh

Enough of me yapping to a wall. If you can't enjoy the story, enjoy the drawings !!!

[undertale-fic-librarby]

I have been searching day and night for fanfics were nightmare becomes uncorrupted and his gang just stays with him! At this point I don't care if there's ships or angst, I just need something!! Pls!

- gets on my hands and knees and starts crying -

Howdy, thanks for asking! Here are some fics that might fit what you're looking for!

The sweet lilac behind the cold cyan by Ehawee (Teen And Up, Complete)

What if the corruption that invaded Nightmare's mind after eating the apples disappeared? When he woke up after a long sleep Nightmare found himself in a place he didn't know. He couldn't sense his brother or mother anymore and was covered in some weird goo. The last thing he remembers was the fight he had with the villagers that wanted the apples. Will he be able to go home back to his family? Does he even trully want it?

I Don't Care About You by The_Writer_0f_M3 (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

I read I don't need you anymore, and I really want to write something about this because the concept is amazing. I would recommend reading the original work as I will just continue where it left off. I plan to work on this the most I can.

The New Guardian by undeified_disowned (General Audiences, Incomplete)

The Stars have succumbed to the darkness. But the twins have forgotten about the balance. We haven't. He has betrayed us in the worst way, and we will pay him back in kind. A new Guardian of P̶̺̈́̈̿͠o̴̠̝̲͆͂̽̈́͋s̵̪̦̮̝̤͛̑͛ͅì̷̗͇͋̽́͒ţ̷̘̭̠͇̽ḯ̷̛͕̱̣̯̾v̶̟̻̮͖̓̈̉̑̊̎͜ị̷̢̡͙̲̗̋͗̃t̶̠̙̜̏̏́ỳ̶̢̹̳̑ will suffice. (Originally posted on Quotev) [Fallen Stars Fic]

The Inevitability of Change by PerpetuallyTired_PT (Teen And Up, Incomplete)

Change is a force that has toppled empires and left gods drowning in the seas of time. Many fight against it, only to be bitterly defeated. Others accept it and flow along the ever shifting tides. Nightmare and his gang are aware of both the good and bad that change can bring. They are the byproducts of irreversible change, and have come to accept their new lots in life even while they fight. But sometimes change is unpredictable and your current life becomes forfeit. Corruption flows and reveals ivory bones, but he was never given an opportunity to change, was he?

Passive skeleton tries to boss around his mass murdering Gang by StrelitziaMystery1097 (Not Rated, Complete)

Passive Nightmare post Dream becoming Shattered Dream tries to figure out wtf can he do to fix his brother. But he first has to figure out how to deal with his corrupted self's gang of multiverse murderers. Yay.

[rae2velarisart]

Yay! Finally finished this Elriel fanart inspired by the AMAZING fanfiction written by my friend, @violetasteracademic. 🥰❤️ I can't express how remarkably talented she is! When she reached out to me and passionately described her Elriel fanfiction, I was instantly inspired! Can't wait to create more fanart for the story. 🥰❤️

If you're looking for a great read, please check out her fanfiction, but also her tumblr page. She has incredible incites on Elriel, and I'm so incredibly happy she's taken the plunge into posting her ideas!