#Secret message in my fics????

[melodythebunny]

New neighbors Au - Wordgirl x Welcome home chapter 4

The group found themselves following the bird. Poppy was her name. She was very nice, she allowed them to rest at her place for a while. She lived in a refurbished red barn. Which made sense since she was a chicken and all.

Another thing they noticed about Poppy was that she was very motherly. Reminded them a bit like their mom in some ways.

Inside was cozy, like a home should be. Her front door led them directly into her living room. Soft cream colored Wallpaper adorned the walls as well as a few pictures. In a corner a small bookshelf stood, holding a couple of cookbooks and magazines. And in the middle A coffee table and couch sat.A light fragrance of something sweet was in the air.

The kids stared in awe.

"Please make yourselves comfortable." She said, gesturing to them to sit down on her couch. "I would have prepared more food if I knew I would be having guests over." She paused halfway to her kitchen. "You guys don't mind cheesecake?" Becky and Chase glanced at each other … .Well they couldn't remember the last time they ate.

"No.. cheesecake is fine" Chase said. He wasn't very fond of it considering what his father had been through. But he didn't want to be rude.

"Cheesecake!?" Blu and Squeaky said. Poppy gave them a soft smile. "I'll be right back with it." She says.

The hen came back with not only the cheesecake, but with some tea cups and a teapot. She cut each of them a slice of cake. She pours each of them a cup of tea and hands it to them. "I hope you five don't mind Mint tea."

"Not at all." Bob says, taking a sip.

"Squeaky wants more cheese!"

"Why don't you finish eating first?" Poppy said. She frowned seeing the mouse glare at her.

"Sorry about him" Becky said, sending a small death glare at Squeaky. Poppy brushed it off. "You guys are probably tired from traveling" she said, placing down her tea cup. She then paused, realizing she hadn't spotted the kids' parents with them. "Where are your parents by the way?"

"We're not actually sure."

Poppy thought for a moment. "Well if you guys are moving in, your parents are probably around here somewhere."

"They're…here?" Bob said, nearly spitting out his tea. Poppy nodded, not noticing their shocked faces. "Yes. There's a house around here that just got sold. I'm pretty sure you're moving in there."

Chase, Becky and Bob shared glances. This was strange. They didn't even know they were moving….this felt all very sudden…and a bit off. "Wouldn't mom and Dad tell us?" Becky asks. Chase nodded, agreeing. "Still doesn't explain how we're puppets now .." their voices were low talking to each other.

"I love it here!" Blu says, munching on another slice of cheesecake. "I hope we stay forever and ever!" she giggles. Bob gave a concerned look. "Erm…I don't think we could realistically…" he mutters. "Squeaky doesn't care as long as squeaky gets cheese" the mouse huffs. Bob, and the two older Boxleitner kids rolled their eyes…because of course.

After their snack, Poppy was ready to grab a few things from the store. "I can take you to your new home since it's not far from where I was headed." She explained. "I forgot to ask Howdy to deliver groceries today." Ah so that's where she was going before she had found them. They didn't know who Howdy was but figured it wouldn't hurt to meet the people…er puppets of this town.

"Who's howdy?" Blu asks. She was still under the impression it was all a dream. But if it was really happening she didn't mind one bit. This place was perfect and colorful.

"Well, Howdy is a friend and neighbor of mine." Poppy begins explaining a bit.

With not much to do except follow after, the other four walked along the dirt path. Becky and Chase looked around. Anxious and hopeful that when they saw their parents they could figure out what the haystack was going on.

@ninjastormhawkkat @liloskull343 @blueweirdness @lartmacabre @dualnaturedscientist

[mh2o29]

aight pack it up guys

[katimanki]

From Hate When I Sin by @foodiewithdahoodie 💖🫶🏻

When I started this fic and read the first scene, I had to put my phone down, grab my iPad and sketch it out immediately!!

[merakiui]

thinking about writing a fanfic with self-aware twst, but the characters are aware they're in a fanfic. orz it may sound silly, but i think it would be fun to write something where [insert yan!twst character here] just interrupts the plot and addresses the reader specifically with something like: "you're probably not even inserting your real name, right, (name)?"

perhaps it's too meta, but it's so interesting to me?? i haven't the faintest clue how i'd go about writing a fic like that with an intriguing plot that progressively gets more horrifying as it goes on, and it'd likely be more of an experimental fic than anything. but omg it would be so fun to write.

hmmm,,, maybe i could use epistolary format, whether in the form of letters (to the reader) or diary entries. something where the character realizes they're in a fanfic and can only do so much, so they write their own little notes to the reader. or it's placed between the words or certain words are in another color (like red or blue) and it spells a message if you take all of the words and put them together. :O

so essentially you'd be reading a completely normal yan!twst fanfic, but when you put the words together it's the twst character addressing you and not the (name) you're meant to project onto.

AAAAA T_T i'm sorry for senseless ramblings. this is what happens when i think too much about the meta nature of a yan!rook fic i have planned.

[wildlife4life]

Fuck-It Friday

Tagged by @hippolotamus, @housewifebuck, @giddyupbuck, @spotsandsocks, @forthewolves, @spaceprincessem @wikiangela, and @devirnis You are all so wonderful and I am so excited for you works! Alright ya'll, I got nifty again and just for Fuck-it Friday! So here is some NFL Buck with some naughty text messages. 😏

They exchanged questions and answers for the next hour, getting to know each other, becoming tentative friends. Eddie’s phone chirping with a text message gave them pause and he peeked at who it could be.

“That your man?” Hen quirks an eyebrow.

His phone chirps again.

And again.

Eddie flushes, his entire body tingles in reaction Buck’s dirty message. He could almost imagine it, Buck calling him his sugar baby as he leans over Eddie, money sticking to his sweaty skin. Eddie’s breathing stutters a bit and Hen clocks it.

“Is he sexting you? In the middle of your shit?” She asked with a roughish grin, “My, my Diaz got a bit of a bad boy on your hands don’t you.”

Eddie ignores her and message his dirty minded boyfriend back.

HEHEHEHE! See I got nifty again! Though I may need to find a different text message maker. This one is a little on the big side. It was the first one to pop up in my google search, so eh. Anywho...Buck is naughty, Eddie might strangle him (lovingly) and Hen is just enjoying the show.

If you want to see more NFL Buck just search under the nfl tag on my page!

Tagging: @alyxmastershipper, @thekristen999, @thewolvesof1998, @transbuck, @loserdiaz, @jesuisici33, @princessfbi, @cowboydiazes, @cowboy-buddie, @cowboy-buck, @honestlydarkprincess, @911onabc, @911-on-abc, @disasterbuckdiaz @bigfootsmom @glorious-spoon @exhuastedpigeon @eowon @starlingbite @shortsighted-owl @brokenribsdiaz @lizzybizzyzzz @try-set-me-on-fire @bekkachaos @sibylsleaves @homerforsure And anyone else who wants to participate. Don't be afraid to tag me!

[suffarustuffaru]

Out of all the fanfiction you've ever written which one is your favorite

ooh good question anon :o mwuahaha probably self-l - *gets shot*

but anyway jokes aside i thinkkk my favorite fic out of the ones ive written probably changes to be like. the most recent one usually, just bc thats like what i wrote in the present and i usually try to really look over my writing before i post HAH.

but i do like a good number of my fics in different ways - im super fond of every collab ive ever done, they were super fun and i love working with pals, i also think ashes ashes (that one pride if subaru fic i made about his first 82 ish loops) was an important milestone for me bc it was the first time i wrote That much and really tried to extrapolate stuff from rezero canon so it's a big accomplishment for me!! kite academy also took a looot of work and juggling different stuff and it May be only one ch1 finished but its a really great piecee of work - and genuinely fics like self love i spent a looot of time on doing research and trying to figure out how to write. Everything. in it for my parts of it (you dont wanna know the heinous things i researched while writing that LMFAO). also genuinely people tell me they still like a lot of my older stuff too which always warms my heart.

i think my current top favorite would probably be Natsuki Subaru and the Tale of the Lost Names though :> it is like. 32k words of pure chaos with one of my favorite richard siken poems in it as like an excerpt and it was really Really hard to write for a variety of reasons and bc there was so many different things to tackle and handle with actual nuance but the end result i feel is pretty complex with a lot to look into!! i heard a lot of feedback on that fic bc i turned it in for a fic contest so a bunch of different people gave their thoughts on it so!! i thiiiink it got the intended effect i wanted :3 i remember rereading it a few weeks ago with a fresh mind bc i havent looked at it in so long and i was like GODDAMN HOW THE HELL DID I DO ALL OF THAT - bc its superrr funny to me most of my writing process was the messiest notes ever paired with me writing about 10k or so words in a whole week while high on dr. pepper specifically <3

also ig shoutout to hot potatoes. its my most popular fic still (i totally get it, its an rbd reveal fic HAH) but also like it's spread through my friends in this fandom like a virus. same with self love. except self love was like mostly my fault but like one of the funniest things thats happened to me in this fandom was definitely MULTIPLE MUTUALS QUOTING MY OWN FICS BACK AT ME...... this is like the stop posting about amogus rezero meme video all over again (i say this with love). but other than that i do appreciate how much people seem to like hot potatoes and a lot of my other fics!! and i definitely really enjoy the art my cowriters have made with our collabs <3

and shoutout to satellite. one of my proudest achievements (writing emilia content that i Like <3).

thanks for the ask anon hope you didnt mind my yapping :3

[sincerely-sofie]

In light of people being way too kind to me about the excerpts from that Hollow Knight fic I posted a bit ago: I have some more snippets of various old Hollow Knight fics that I want to get out into the world because they've been buzzing around in my head like angry yellow jackets at a summertime picnic 🥲

Hollow Knight Fanfic Speed-Dating, GO!!!!!

(From a fic shipping Hollow and the Collector:)

The Malfunctioning Kingsmold made it a point to try and drag the Hollow Knight into imperfection along with him (often quite literally, as he would hook a finger into the anchors on its pauldrons to lead it on his misadventures). Not that it would ever stoop to such things— the preservation of Hallownest rested in its hands, and it could not safely bolster up the kingdom into eternity if it dirtied its fingers with indulgence— but the Malfunctioning Kingsmold was persistently getting on its nerves and looking to make it crack. A mountain could not bow to the wind, but that did not make its howling any less insufferable. 

(From a fic where Ghost checks in on the Hunter a while after the Embrace the Void ending:)

The “cave” lying in the center of the chamber stirred. Six eyes opened in its yawning mouth, and the mound rose, revealing the head of the bug she’d come to visit. The Hunter growled, “You carry the scent of the hunt, little wanderer. I take it prey has been numerous.”

Hornet would have just complained that she stunk. Thankfully, the Hunter didn’t turn up his nose over such things. Ghost shook her head— she hadn’t slain many bugs since the Infection was uprooted, and that vengefly wasn’t even all that close when she slashed it. She didn’t know what he was talking about. 

The Hunter dug most of this cavern himself, yet his head still brushed the ceiling when he rose to his full height. “The pestilence has gone to dust. My own quarry has adapted accordingly, and I find that I might hunt them anew. You’ve not taken the chance to pursue the beasts of this kingdom?”

She shook her head, stopped, then shrugged. 

“Curious.” He reached out a large hand that she clambered onto. He held her level with his eyes. “I thought you one to continue the hunt even after finishing your journal.”

Ah, right, that. She pulled the journal out from her cloak and fanned through its pages, stopping on a leaf that she’d inserted herself. She set it on his palm. She squatted and pointed to the page, waiting as he looked it over. 

He blinked. “You hunted gods.” There was a long pause, then a rumbling laugh filled the cavern. “And to think I once called you squib! What an insult to those haughty fools, being brought low by one so tiny. But a hunter’s strength lies in deception, doesn’t it, in lulling prey into a sense of safety— of course you, so small and so plain, would bring gods to their knees.”

Behind her mask, she snickered, though it came out sounding more like a rattling cough than anything else. She didn’t mind being thought of as small when it made her seem all the mightier.

(From a fic where Hornet encounters Quirrel outside of Dirtmouth:)

Hornet took a chance and leapt down one branch further. The bug was close enough now that she could tell it was a pillbug— he wore a bandana around his head and carried a remarkably crafted nail. She hissed, “I’ll ask again. What do you want, traveler? Why are you in these woods?”

“I’m here to visit someone in Dirtmouth and to do good where I can. Nothing sinister, I assure you.”

She gripped her needle beneath her cloak. “I am a stewardess of Dirtmouth. Tell me who you’re looking for and why. Answer well and I’ll help you find who you’re looking for.”

“Ah, well… I’m afraid I don’t know their name. They didn’t talk much about themselves— or anything at all, really. They’ve helped me more times than I can count, but I haven’t heard from them since… since they saved my life. They’re rather small, about yea high? To be frank, they also carry a very unfortunate scent about them.”

Hornet blinked. 

“They knew how to wield a nail with frightening skill, if that helps.”

Hornet pinched her brow. 

“Do you know who they might be, or—?”

“Gods. You’re talking about Ghost. Follow me.”

(From the same fic as above, when Quirrel and Ghost reunite and catch up on what happened while they were separated:)

Quirrel’s eyes widened. “He had a beard and an odd horn, yes. Do you know Lemm?”

She nodded and held out her handful of Geo.

“You did business with him!” He laughed. “Then you must have been the customer who he loved to complain so much about.”

Ghost nodded and scuffed her foot on the sidewalk, proudly showing off the muddy print she left.

“He doesn’t like dirt, does he? He also said that you came into his shop one day smelling like you spent a week in the sewers. Did you really take a trip through them?”

She opened her map again and pointed to where she’d jumped down an open grate, then fallen into the Royal Waterways.

Quirrel tilted his head, face screwed up with disgust. “Well, at least it was sewers that once belonged to the nobility.”

She shrugged. That sort of thing didn’t mean much to her. Dung was dung, though Ogrim might argue otherwise.

(From a fic where Hollow finds the Pale King hiding in the Dream Realm version of the White Palace, and he hugs her when he realizes how badly he messed up with the Vessels:)

He could hear the quiet whines coming from their throat, now— tiny, pitiful, weepy sounds that were strangled by a spell to prevent any word from escaping a vessel's mouth. He'd woven that spell. He'd done that to them. And here the child was, now taller than him almost twice over, coming to him for forgiveness, when he could feel the openings in the shell of their back that he had carved into them.

He felt sick. 

The Hollow Knight's side was sunken in. 

He shifted his hand along their shoulder, confused, and eventually pulled back to better examine them. The Hollow Knight did not move as he took hold of their cloak, nor did they so much as twitch as he moved it to the side. They only hunched inward, ashamed, when he cursed under his breath at the sight their gnarled shoulder that ended in bandages instead of an arm, how pockmarked and sunken-in all of their shell was— not an inch of it spared from the mercilessly generous scarring. Even Herrah, the warrior queen famed for her countless scars, would blanch at the severity of it all. 

He held them closer and fought back tears of his own.

(Later passage from the same fic as the above--- TPK has left the Dream Realm and is given temporary housing in Ghost's home while Mato is visiting.)

"My apologies, I forgot my manners." The Nailmaster smiled brightly. "My name is Mato. I studied under the Great Nailsage, and I am this little warrior's father. By choice, not by blood, though it makes little difference." He reached up to pat the arm of the little vessel sat astride his shoulders. 

The vessel squeezed their arms tighter around his horns, pouting.

Ah. The Pale King took a sip of his tea. It was poorly steeped and the flavor was far too strong as a result, but the opportunity to ground himself in the face of that revelation was welcome. 

(This child had grown up with darkness above them and dried out husks underfoot. They had managed to escape the Abyss. They had found someone to provide the care and concern for them that no one else had. He had no right to feel as pained by the fact as he did.)

(That fact did nothing to change the guilt spearing him.)

"How noble, to take in a wandering grub," he finally said. 

(More dialogue happens--- Ghost storms off to her bedroom in the middle of Mato and TPK's conversation, and Hollow follows shortly after to comfort her.)

"Is…" The Pale King struggled to summon both the words and the resolve to ask his question. "Is this a frequent occurrence?" He tapped his claws against the mug. "That the H— that Holly is required to reassure Ghost?"

"There are good days and bad. Their brother is also typically here to bolster the child before she begins struggling too much, so it doesn't often get to the point where Holly is needed." There was a long moment of dead air. He sighed. "I shouldn't be bothering you with all this. It's her business, not mine." He smiled again, resuming his jovial demeanor. "I interrupted you before. How are you related to Ghost and her siblings?"

"I am their—" He paused. "I am their father. Theirs by birth, at least."

Mato blinked several times, kind expression flickering between many emotions before settling on a carefully neutral look. "Ah. Ghost has…" He glanced away, brow furrowed. "… mentioned you on a few occasions, I believe."

[casterlypriderock]

I miss crisnyra :(

[josecariohca]

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[yujeong]

I LOVE the poem you just shared 🥺 I definitely thought it was Pete's pov before I read your tags, and figured that Pete's death was when he nearly died in the safehouse. Maybe it's super cool that it can be read both ways or maybe I'm just delusional. Either way, thank you for sharing 💕

My sweet anon, I would have replied to your beautiful ask sooner, but unfortunately, it made me cry a little too hard for that to be possible. Thank you so, so much for sharing your thoughts about my poem with me. You're definitely not delusional; the beauty of poetry is that each reader can find their own meaning in it. I'm so glad I wrote this in a way that it might not make it clear who's talking: both Vegas and Pete are obsessed with each other, so it'd honestly fit Pete's POV as well. Thank you for opening my eyes to this, I had no idea before. I've been struggling with my writing a lot this year. It's been a struggle to even post those snippets for the 2 year kpts event I share, because my overthinking brain keeps finding flaws in everything I write. Even with my poor beta's help and encouragement it's been a pain, so just know, your message means the world to me. Thank you ❤️

[soyouwinagain]

I filled a bunch of prompts for there's only one you so head on over to ao3, I had a lot of fun :)

[tiptapricot]

Word count: 6,272

Summary:

It’s surprising, really, how much someone’s place in your life can shift over a few days of dealing with lycanthropic poisons.

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Finally completed my gift for the 2022 Werewolf By Night Secret Santa! Happy New Year @themanwhomadeamonster :-) I hope you enjoy this fluffy wolfstone character study, with some fun hurt/comfort and pre-relationship vibes, beta-read and edited by the ever lovely @pokimoko 💕💕💕 Thanks for helping to set this up Alto!

[onlythebravest]

Hi Julia! I would love to know more about pack fic 2 and prompt 98!

hii! I talked about pack fic 2 here, you sent this while I was typing away (aka staring at my phone while occasionally writing a word)

prompt 98 is the fic I’m writing for the @1daboficfest! I picked prompt 98 (surprise surprise) which was A!H and O!L where alphas can only knot with their soulmates. (but with a twist)

so this fic includes a lot of new things for me to write; soulmates, alpha Harry but mainly it’s writing Narry for the first time!! I’m so excited to explore that, and it’s been a lot of fun during brainstorming, outlining and the few scenes I’ve started writing the dialogue for.

it’s a bit of a two part story, two different life stages and two different relationships. but it’s also all intertwined. I don’t know how to explain it without giving the entire plot away, but I think this is vague enough 😂

[foolishlovers]

jane hey i thought chapter 1 of your secret santa au was really cute :D will we get to see aziraphale in chapter 2???

ndhdhd thank you so much. it's a lot of fun writing the anon before christmas so i'm glad you like it!! and aziraphale will make an appearance in some way in ch2.. (which just needs some minor edits so i’ll probably post it today or tomorrow)

[jellyfishsthings]

Spencer Reid Masterlist:

Guide: Smut ●, Angst ☆, Fluff <3

Kissing in the office <3 by @reidalert

Sleepy Needy Spence ● by @nereidprinc3ss

Work call during the act ● by @nevvdrinksteaa

Pregnancy Announcement (sort of) , vol.2 <3

by @pathologicalreid

"I'm not sleeping with Reid" ● by @incognit0slut

Headcannons <3 by @rafesgfs

Well-kept secret ☆ < 3 by @astrophileous

Work place environment by @nereidprinc3ss

Glasses <3, vol. 2 <3 , vol.3 ● by @luveline, @atlabeth and @raekensluver

Falling asleep on his shoulder, vol.2 <3

by @inkdrinkerworld and @bklynsboys

Please don't have somebody waiting for you <3

by @cerisereids

Being a menace, vol.2 <3 (tho it is suggestive kinda) by @in-another-april and @incognit0slut

Comforting him <3 by @little-miss-dilf-lover

Sleep Deprivation <3 by @faunalune

I love this too much ● by @reiderwriter

Sneaking around ● by @nereidprinc3ss

First Time ● by @luveline

Between the books ● by @reidmotif

Whiny and Spoiled ● by @nereidprinc3ss

Hyper Independent <3 by @inkdrinkerworld

New haircut <3 by @inkdrinkerworld

Waking up with kisses <3 by @secretlovezz

No vacancy <3 @kiss-inthekitchen

Reuniting after prison (Hotch!reader) ☆<3

by @pathologicalreid

Being a munch ● by @lis-likes-fics

Me while watching CM ● by @an1t4k

High Heels <3 by @guiltyasreid

Decoy ● by @violetrainbow412-blog

Tech analyst reader <3 by @moonstruckme

Mixed Messages (series) by @easy-there-leftovers

Addicted to you ● @spencerreidenjoyer

Drunk confessions <3 by @nereidprinc3ss

Proposals <3 by @reidmania

Plastic Hearts (Gideon!reader) ☆ by @atlabeth

I might be in love (Prentiss!reader)

by @januaryembrs

This hurts but in a good way ☆

by @aliteralsemicolon

Heavenly sweet ● by @reidsfilm

His hands, vol.2 ● by @raekensluver and @t1red-twillight

Coming home late <3 by @fairysongs

Soft Intimacy <3 by @t1red-twilight

Missed Lunches (Gideon!reader)☆

by @mindfullycriminal

Grounded (Hotch!reader) <3 by @rreids

His kisses <3 ● by @inkdrinkerworld

50 shades <3 by @rumplereids

Dad!Spence:

Paternity leave <3 by @radiant-reid

Mini Doctor <3 by @reidsdaisies

Hard to say no <3 by @radiant-reid

Lamby goes to work <3 by @cerisereids

Everything in the world <3 by @lis-likes-fics

Daddy's girl <3 by @midniteluv

Toddlerus Interruptus <3 by @reid-fiction

Midnight Scaries <3 by @reid-fiction

Early labor <3 by @rumplereids

Other Masterlists:

Masterlist 1 by @pathologicalreid

Masterlist 2 by @radiant-reid

Masterlist 3 by @slowburningechoes

Note: sorry some of the tags may not work my Tumblr is acting up, also a Spencer Reid fic should be posted sometime soon

[sundropcass]

99% of what I read is angst but you know what my secret favorite fanfiction category is? Outsider POV. I love a good fic where we’re in the perspective of characters who have no idea what the fuck is going on and are stuck watching our MCs be absolutely ridiculous. I love every version of this trope. It could be mostly text based. It could be mostly social media based. As long as it checks the boxes? I’m all in. You don’t understand. I think the first one of these I read was with Sam and Dean Winchester as kids in school from the perspective of a guidance counselor. I have been ruined. I have read every fic I could find with the premise of SkyGem’s Retirement AU (Yuri On Ice). I read White Collar DC crossover fanfiction despite not knowing or caring about White Collar because I treat it like outsider POV fanfictions with a fun identity reveal element. My favorite My Hero Academia fanfiction of all time is entirely made up of social media bit and bobs (tumblr posts, twitter posts, text message chains, etc). I am currently reading a Carmen Sandiego fic like this and it is such a crack fic. It is so unserious. I can’t put it down. I am so hooked.