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winchester27 · 9 months ago
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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
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shanastoryteller · 4 days ago
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I realize I have to tread carefully here, like, considering
but people who say, wholesale, that every popular fic is generic and tropey and written to the lowest common denominator and people who have loyal readers get them because they spend more time advertising (??) their fic than writing it
you just sound bitter and jealous as hell
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dragonfruitflamb3 · 2 months ago
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New Haptar yay 8
https://archiveofourown.org/works/61255480/chapters/158398042
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Lovely melon reader going through some trying times once more
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discount--dracula · 3 months ago
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this little FREAK got their first two chapters on ao3
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giacarem · 1 year ago
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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!
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wetcatspellcaster · 1 year ago
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In which a wizard recovers, in her tower.
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sifloop · 10 months ago
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Sifloop my beloved
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dukeofthomas · 6 months ago
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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??
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fox-guardian · 2 years ago
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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.
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rayninth · 2 months ago
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@svetlania mr. roi and daemon have a fun dynamic… yapping in tags
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mademoiselle-souffle · 7 months ago
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Why oh why, God, did someone just put x reader headcanons in the tags on my art.......
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mojowitchcraft · 1 year ago
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🦇 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
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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. 
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cyanideseedsfanfiction · 11 months ago
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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...
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pikkish · 9 months ago
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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.
#pikspeak#i mean i know i dont really advertise my ao3 a whole lot on tumblr beyond a link in my bio#and ive only mentioned my tumblr a few times on ao3#but if i see someone on both sites i generally assume they found one through the other#VERY entertaining to me that u just. coincidentally stumbled across one account and then the other without connecting them#i mean i guess its p easy to not really notice ao3 usernames/pfp's. those arent the things that are immediately put forward#n if i am engrossed in a fic i dont always remember the authors notes so there probably are a number of fics where the author had a link to#their other social media and i just Did Not Notice#so its not actually that implausible#but no ao3 pikkish is actually uhhhhhh my doppleganger. we are both simultaneously claiming to be the real pikkish. were not certain yet whi#which one is the evil clone really.#or better still ao3 pikkish is just a completely separate unrelated person and we have never interacted and have nothing to do with each#other and its just total coincidence.... ao3 pikkish? whos that? no idea. certainly not me!#but fr though thank you very much!#im glad youre enjoying both my writing and my art!#getting feedback and comments on things always makes my day#be it here or on ao3#on a semirelated not i am aiming to have the next chapter of htpas up possibly sometime later tonight#if not tonight though then probably tuesday evening. we'll see.#so keep an eye out for it! n thanks for reading :)
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gaybutterflynerd · 2 years ago
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That feeling of wanting to sink your teeth into a good ass series made of pure passion and brainrot.
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kuroosdarling · 2 years ago
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hand model! kuroo is something so dear to me
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