#afk fanfic

[obsessedwrhys]

I cant find any fics with the plots i want so im gonna write them myself. the agony.

[miss-anachronism]

for requests. i need. valen x male magister merlin. im a sucker for this guy. anything really. thank you!

Ooh, I’ve never read an x reader/MC fic, let alone written one! New territory, as exciting as it is scary.

I’m not so sure I have a good grip on Valen’s character, but I tried to write it from his perspective. I hope this suits your needs! It gets a bit philosophical. And sorry if its OOC :,)

He isn’t sure what to think, really.

They’re sitting around a dying campfire, just outside the borders of the Dark Forest. Lorsan is pacing somewhere in the distance, muttering to himself, or to the wind, maybe. Trying to figure out what’s happened to his home. Korin leans against a tree, tending to his wounds- courtesy of Merlin. The magister himself is across from Valen, wrapping his own wound and chattering with his hamsters.

Logically, Valen knows that the lesson he should have taken from this scramble is a lot more profound than what’s been on his mind. He should be contemplating the Wilders, the forest, their next steps, how to protect the refugees. And he’s trying to, but it’s just that something- someone- keeps catching his attention.

He didn’t know Merlin could bleed.

It’s such a silly observation. But as Valen watches the angry red wound on Merlin’s forearm, his gut twists. It’s like seeing a god’s flesh tear, and seeing that its blood is the same bright red as his own.

Valen isn’t sure what exactly Merlin is. As far as he knows, no one does, not even Merlin himself. But to the average young Lightbearer, he’s a myth. A legendary figure that you might glimpse once in your life, but would never get to meet. Never speak with, let alone camp alongside. Fight alongside. Merlin throws his head back to laugh at something Chippy has said, and something stirs in Valen’s ribs, something he knows is dangerous.

All of this is dangerous. Merlin is not someone to be loved; Valen has seen what happened to Mirael. Forgotten about, left in the dust, accidentally as it was. The way she watches Merlin, her face made of mixed admiration, bitterness, and regret. He wonders if she would take it all back, if she could. Scariest of all, when she bid them farewell, the look in her eyes sent an ugly pain of jealousy through Valen’s chest. And he doesn’t want that to happen to him, selfish as that may be. Every time Merlin falls asleep, he risks waking up knowing nothing.

Besides, what is Valen to a hero of myth? His whole life has been barely a blink in Merlin’s. Whatever he is, there is no reasonable way Valen could ever mean something to Merlin the way that Merlin is beginning to mean something to him. Merlin will outlive him a thousand times over. And he’s probably met a thousand different people, fallen in love with quite a few of them. Someone who has experienced so much life, so much loss, can they still love? Could they ever?

And yet, he bleeds. It’s such a human weakness that it seems impossible. Valen knew heroes could bleed; he didn’t know gods could. Merlin does not go about the world serene and calculating, watching every moment with practiced ease. He stumbles, laughs, misses with his spells. He jostles Valen’s pauldron excitedly when they win a fight, he’s the last to flee when they lose, ensuring everyone else has disengaged safely. He has only one dimple, on his left cheek. Sometimes he speaks so fast his words blend together, and Hammie has to remind him to slow down. It’s endearing. It’s human. Valen doesn’t know what to do with it. Because it was so much easier, to write off affection as admiration. When the pieces had first clicked, he thought it all made sense. The natural pull that the magister gave off- yes, of course, it was just Merlin’s nature. But they’re a week into this camaraderie, and Valen keeps noticing things like the lick of hair on his neck that doesn’t sit flat.

Pretty fucking annoying, that’s what it is. Valen’s always prouded himself on his ability to swerve out of love’s path. He can flirt and charm all he wants, but at the end of the day all the love letters he receives are ink and paper, nothing more. Whenever someone seriously reciprocates- god forbid- he disengages as smoothly as he can, lest they get the wrong impression.

But Merlin has changed all that, somehow. Impossibly so. He supposes it’s in his nature, to take everything and turn it upside down. Valen doesn’t want to flirt with the Magister, to laugh as he flushes under his praise. Well, it would be nice, he always has liked the attention; but the thing is, that isn’t the point. With Merlin, he just wants to be. No performance, no elaborate courtship. Just… be. Together. All this, for someone who is more myth than man.

It seems like the scariest thing he’s ever faced.

“Valen?”

He jumps as the magister suddenly speaks, and realizes with mounting embarrassment that he’s been staring the whole time. Luckily, the magister grins good-naturedly- and ah, there’s that dimple again.

“Lost in thought?”

“You could say that.”

He leans back on his hands and forces his face into a smirk. It’s easier than he anticipated; despite everything, Merlin makes it simple to be around him.

“I’ve been meaning to say,” Merlin mirrors his position as Chippy and Hammie scuttle away, the former setting off on a quest to climb the nearest tree, “I really appreciate your help in all of this. Coming along, and aiding me- far past your assigned duties. It isn’t lost to me.”

Valen gives him a look. “Of course, magister. I’m not one to leave danger to fester; I’m sorry you ever had that impression of me.”

“No, it’s not that, it’s…” Merlin’s brow furrows as he collects his thoughts. “You know, you seem so… charmingly nonchalant. Like nothing bothers you. But that clearly isn’t true. You care a lot, Valen, and it’s really, really nice to see. You’re someone who is just… good, you know? And I appreciate it.” He grins sheepishly. “Sorry. Kinda cheesy compliment. I’ve lost all my memories, you know, but being around you- and Lorsan, Cassadee, Mirael- honestly, I don’t feel like I’m missing much of anything. Everything I need is right here.”

He shrugs and turns back to the fire, as if he has not sent Valen’s mind reeling. Functionally, Merlin has been aware for only a week- one week out of thousands of years. He’s wondered how he’s been so calm about the whole thing, and…

And it’s hard to believe, but it’s much harder to doubt what Merlin says, not as he stares into the fire with that soft smile. It dawns on Valen that he probably knows more about Merlin than Merlin does- all of the legends, at least. And yet, despite that insurmountable legacy, despite the name and title that bears unimaginable weight, Merlin is… content. Content in just moving forward, and hoping he’s doing the right thing.

And isn’t that all that Valen’s doing, as well? He doesn’t deserve all this praise; he always shies away from large displays of gratitude, loathing how awkward they make him feel. Because he’s just moving forward, and trying to do the right thing. It’s a simple motive, really. Faith, and what effort it takes to retain it. He always thought Merlin would have some deeper, existential knowledge of the world that would put all else to shame- access to the secrets of the universe, and what not. And, certainly, his magical capabilities are second to none- but his philosophy, the way he lives; it very well might be human after all.

Maybe the usual Merlin, the one with all his memories, is the knowledgeable, immovable sage that Valen grew to look up to. Maybe, once restored, Merlin will become that god-like fairytale hero, wisdom surpassing all others, power knowing no ends.

Selfishly, Valen hopes that never happens. That the Merlin in front of him stays the same, annoying dimple and all, and keeps looking at Valen like that. Like he sees something in him that Valen never knew was there. He hopes Merlin never raises above their quips, their banter.

He know’s it’s all in vain. But god, he hopes.

[yaboiii-azzy]

i have found my way into another fandom *cough cough hellhole cough* and this time it's afk journey and with its silly heroes

so, there now exists fanart for @aeipathy-dendrology 's fic series the power of friendship (and also this memory i lost). say hi to cypher

[cosmophalhemr]

[NSWF]

Eugavus College Boyfriends AU Smut fic has been uploaded! Hope y'all enjoy <3

(click the purple text above or copy paste the link onto your browser :

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57506095)

[nikikikiko]

part of me is so so tempted to make like.

an afk arena fanfic thats short and sweet and like some stories about eugavus & their kids, mainly during the time where they are still looking for a new living space after the prison break

mainly bc i have two little ideas i wanna do ,,,,

[munning0401]

Oh, okay... I'm going to prepare for this now

Maybe I’ll introduce myself too…

[yolyoola]

Please give me atalanta x temesia fic ideas I’m begging IF NO ONE MAKES CONTENT OF THEM I’LL DO IT MYSELF

[aeipathy-dendrology]

about to start posting a new fic! Get hyped, I’ve been writing this one at my government job

[miss-anachronism]

TemAta my beloved <333 i will populate this fandom with fics of them by myself if i must

[yohohonabottle]

Illustration for the "Beginning" fic

For the Ryeham tales chapter! I've been loving doing greyscale painting first then adding the color ontop! Also I'm trying to sort of blend lineless/paint-like with lined, incorporating the lineart.

Round/flat brush has become my best friend with some other brushes and texture helps elevate it more.

Working on the illustration "Bat (out) in the closet" for the chapter where Valen accidentally finds out Pirin's real identity and his deal with Merlin. I do have a W.I.P screenshot of it!

[bippityboppity69]

Got chapter 8 up! We're getting a start on the Holistone mystery and then next chapter will be the journey to Southville!

(Yes I am shamelessly putting my fanfic in. Valen's in this chapter wooo!)

[jackthefishy]

Brief intro ⚓️°.☆

Hellllllo! My name is Edwin and this is my writting sideblog! I'm 18, typically I just draw, but writting is another of my creative outlets. I'm currently working on a book, but in my free time I like to dabble in fanfic creation 🤍

Here are my rules for requests and fandoms I'll write for!==>

☆.°⚓️Fandoms!

Pressure (current fav!!)

Regretevator

Afk arena

The magnus archives

Creepypasta

Golden kamuy

Black butler

trigun

8:11

Jekyll and hyde

Homestuck

Avas demon

(Honestly, anything! If you tell me where to read up on the characters or where to watch/read/play whatever media ur fanfic request is from, I'll probably do it lol)

Request rules!⚓️°.☆

Read these thoroughly before requesting please!

Will do:

Smutt

Fluff

Most kinks

Monsters

X readers

Gore

Dark subjects

Angst

Dead dove ;]

Won't:

Honestly, I'll just turn you down if I don't like it, just take a shot, you'd be surprised with what I'll agree to writting within reason lol,,

(Be detailed with your request Please, if you want your fic to be a particular way, you gotta tell me! The only time this rule doesn't apply, is if you tell me in your request that you would like me to have more creative freedom (ie "this is just an idea, just write something based off this small concept, please!), though be warned, fics requested like this will take longer, or might be turned down if I don't jive with the idea,,, so it's really just best if your detailed)

More to be added I'm sure...

[ghostlylicious]

yay!!

[aeipathy-dendrology]

Me: ugh I don’t want to write my story it’s boring rn and that’s lame…

my brain: *nodding sagely* then make it fun

me: beg pardon? my brain: it’s our story, therefore we choose how boring or fun it is. Make it fun. me: : O

[witchysolfan]

Tags I’m gonna incorporate into my pin post of my stuff across fandoms

[miss-anachronism]

Exam season sucks and I want something to break up the monotony, so TUMBLR FIC REQUESTS ARE OPEN

I’m trying to get better at writing, and writing consistently, so might as well spice it up a bit

If you want me, ao3 user Queenghostie, to write a silly little ~500 word afk arena/journey ficlet then by all means send something into my ask box! I will (maybe) get around to it eventually (no guarantee)

NO NSFW and also i reserve the right to not write fic if i dont want to lol

I’m biased towards first gen awakeneds, and im two chapters into journey, so bear that in mind