#advertise your fics

[winchester27]

Ok listen up guys. The hiatus is coming. She’s around the corner and I can’t go until fall without my weewoo show.

I need ALL the fics ok I mean the angsty, the fluffy, the smutty, the badly written, the works in progress, the ones that make me go wtf yo, the ones just published, advertise your own works. I want them all ok I need them

[randomrangerwhite]

Hey, Dunmeshi Ao3 writers. Especially the Labru/Laichuk/Mithbru writers.

You do know you DON'T have to tag Marcille/Falin in the relationship tags of your fics?

Especially if your story is mostly just center on Laois/Kabru or Laios/Chilchuk or etc. If the girls are just mentioned to be dating or something and not even remotely really part of the story you really don't have to clutter up the Marcille/Falin tags with the fic if it's not about them.

[wetcatspellcaster]

In which a wizard recovers, in her tower.

[sifloop]

Sifloop my beloved

[dukeofthomas]

Honestly the only thing I can think of when watching Batman (or any villain) stuff is about the people who build the death contraptions. Like there had to be a whole construction crew to make that death trap. Who modded the bombs to look like Joker? Who makes Two-Face's suits? Where is Riddler getting all those question-mark shaped canes??

[fox-guardian]

idk how to advertise this but I MADE S4 JMART ANGST. TEA-FLAVORED.

Rated G, ~1k words, martin is sad and a bitch and i love him so much, etc.

[giacarem]

it's supposed to be fun, turning seventeen

"Zuko's birthday!" Aang called out. "Zuko, you didn't tell us it was your birthday? We would've celebrated!" "It doesn't matter," Zuko said, his voice commanding, if not a bit squeaky. "I've never really celebrated my birthday, so it's not like I'm missing anything. Please, just pretend that this is a normal day." Hopefully, they would forget all about his birthday. … Hopefully. Or; The Gaang find an old calendar among the mountain of memorabilia that Zuko is burning at the Ember Island holiday house and make a startling discovery. Zuko, on the other hand, begins to believe they are hatching a plot to kill him.

7,323 words of Zuko angst and hurt/comfort that you can read here!

[mademoiselle-souffle]

Why oh why, God, did someone just put x reader headcanons in the tags on my art.......

[mojowitchcraft]

🦇 LIVING IN A LUNAR SPELL 🦇

Season 3 Bat Eddie Fic 🍦 for the @steddiebang Featuring art by @nomunun & @sourw0lfs

Chapters every Tuesday, read here on Ao3

CHAPTER 3: TRAPPED IN THIS NIGHTMARE

Eddie’s taken to selling at Starcourt by the dumpsters near the loading dock. It gives him an excuse to lurk around the mall throughout the week without needing to act like he’s there to buy something every time he goes into Scoops… which is every time he’s at the mall, because he’s a sad pathetic excuse for a man, with a hopeless, moronic, crush on Steve Harrington. His resolution to get over his feelings and keep his distance lasted approximately three days after Steve’s party before Eddie caved and stopped by Starcourt to see his favorite man in uniform again. Eddie had steeled himself for the worst, prepared himself just in case Tommy and Carol’s comments had caused Steve to see him differently, for him to keep his distance.  Of course, Steve had surprised him once again, greeted him with a large smile, and given him an extra scoop on his sundae free of charge. Hence the aforementioned crush reaching record-shattering peaks of patheticness. It can just be a summer indulgence, like the ice cream, he’d reasoned with himself.  Eventually, he comes to the decision that since Steve is bound to leave Hawkins one day—and if God is just, Eddie will too—so he may as well enjoy the eye candy while he’s young and spry and it’s readily available.  Besides, he’s a growing boy, he can’t help himself. Maybe he’s going through a second puberty, or maybe he was hit by some sort of stray love spell. He certainly can’t be held responsible for his actions, that’s for damn sure. 

[cyanideseedsfanfiction]

A sneaky sneak peek...

This blog has not been advertised as of my writing this post. And it won't be advertised until after I've finished the fic and started uploading it! And yet, if you're reading this before the fic release, you've found it anyways... Congrats! Absolutely peak performance on your part! By jove! You deserve a treat!

Can you keep a secret? If so...

Stay tuned...

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The battle with Adam had been unexpectedly brutal. Bleeding, broken, and bested, Alastor had no choice but to retreat.

He'd have to find a safe place to heal. He had many retreats, and had only to choose which suited his needs best. In the meantime, he was slinking through an alley like a rat. As he surveyed his surroundings to ensure the area was still abandoned (it wouldn't do to let others see him in such an injured state), he found himself coming to an unplanned halt. He felt like he was being watched. Red eyes scattered in the surrounding brickwork aimed themselves at him slowly.

The red eyes were supposed to be a normal feature of Hell. They were formed from the scattered energies of fallen sinners, or so he'd heard some people say. Just a mere background feature, like lichen on a wall. Yet these ones felt different. It was as if they held prophecy in their slitted gazes…

It was then that Alastor felt the feeling of being watched intensify to a petrifying degree.

Something approached...

[pikkish]

So I was rereading How To Process a Soul (because it's one of my faves) and I just happened to look at who the author was and had a moment of like... no way... Pikkish the cool artist is also a cool author... so I just had to come over here so I could compliment you :3

Wait wait are you telling me that you found my tumblr and my ao3 independent of each other and didn't realize until now that they're the same person? Because that's hilarious.

[gaybutterflynerd]

That feeling of wanting to sink your teeth into a good ass series made of pure passion and brainrot.

[kuroosdarling]

hand model! kuroo is something so dear to me

[bottombillyapologist]

I just wanted to say I really like your feedism fics. I like going back and rereading them because they’re very affirming for me. My favorite one is Comfort Food, and I like reading it when I’m feeling bad about the way I look, or when I’m relapsing into bad habits. It makes me feel seen in my struggle with my weight and disordered eating because I don’t look like the kind of person who could ever have an eating disorder, and it’s soothing to see someone get loved back to health. Your writings make me feel like my body isn’t just something I can accept and live with, but something that can feel good to live in and appreciate. It’s nice, feeling like I should and can love my body, and it’s nice knowing that others could and would love it too.

Oh wow! I’m glad they meant so much to you. It surprises me every time someone tells me they’ve read that fic but it seemed to resonate with a lot of people. I wrote it myself when I was struggling as a kind of ‘gift’ to my partner at the time to understand what I was going through and what I meant in finding that sort of comfort in food. ‘Comfort Food’ was of course a play on words lol but I found it very… fitting. I feel like the love resonates through that fic and I’m glad you can all feel the echos from me. Ripples to the edge of the pool or w/e

[lookinghalfacorpse]

I think the awards have ended? so wanted to say I hope you’re doing okay, sorry they upset you. stuff like that’s hard sometimes

ur super sweet ty :) i think there's more .... I was staying out of the tags

I'll be transparent, im usually good at just ignoring things i don't like, so im surprised that this bothered me. i guess i just struggle with feeling like im doing poorly in life, and it felt like people were saying that im bad at something i didn't even think i Could be bad at (i.e. "liking a guy"). that wasn't necessarily true-- they were just expressing love for someone else while probably not knowing who i am, and im the one who read between the lines. Man it felt like i was getting ganged up on though, and some things came off as passive-aggressive stabs at me. it was probably fun for ppl who had more friendships within the nominees, but as someone a bit newer to the scene it was uncomfortable

[serendipitouscontaminant]

I’m crying over the latest chapter. *chef’s kiss* 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Why thank you 🥲 I’m really quite proud of it ngl.

Incidentally—

What is being referred to here is the latest installment of “can’t help but be scared of it all sometimes”/“something in me in you,” which is my Barbie fic series.

try this trick and spin it

Summary: Ken gets sick for the first time. It’s followed by an extremely painful tumble over the edge.

(Or: something had to give. So something gives. Big time.)