#and what it’s like to read from a fic im not part of a fandom in

[jortenthusiasst]

Not so lost anymore part one

Aftg AU about Neil finding out he has a half brother

Takes place the summer after the events of book 3

TSC isn't Canon in this because that's Jean's story ♡

*psa i am not a professional writer and this is for funsies so ignore any and all grammatical errors ♡

Under the keep reading so u don't have to scroll all the way down in ur feed

Neil Josten woke up for the first time of now many first times, relaxed. He climbed out of his bed and made his way to the kitchen to make some coffee to get rid of his grogginess. It had been months since he had faced his father, beaten Riko on the court, and Andrew and him making their relationship officially a 'this'.

Summer was here, and though they didn't have games, they still practiced almost every day. Andrew wasn't far behind Neil in the process of waking up and joined Neil in the Kitchen. Being at the cousins house for summer wasn't as bad as Neil thought it would be. Neil, the cousins, and Kevin staying under one roof with one another for months didn't sound appealing at first, but Neil's only other option was Abbys. Spending more time with Andrew though, he wasn't going to complain about.

After their coffee and a few kisses, Neil and Andrew headed to the living room, soon to be joined by Aaron, Nicky, and Kevin. Sorting out the days plans was mostly simple, and Neil reveled in it. His first summer with the foxes he had spent on Wymacks couch worrying over every little noise he heard while the Cousins and Kevin spent most of their time at Abbys. Now they were deciding who was in charge of getting breakfast and who was going to do the dishes from dinner the previous night. Everything Neil had been desperately craving since he was a child was now right in front of him, domesticity.

That calmness, of course, could only last for so long. A knock sounded at the door only an hour later. Nicky went to answer it and was immediately back into living with the visitors on his heels. Neil straighted at the sight of Agent Browning and his colleague. He never thought he would see these men again, at least not for a while. Them showing up unannounced had his panic flaring. Andrew must have felt him tense up because he pressed his fist into the small of Neil's back, Neil counted to ten and focued on the agents in front of him. "Neil," said Browning with a not so un noticeable edge in his tone. "We have something to discuss with you.

"Anything you have to say, can be said here," Neil challenged.

"It's not about your father's circle, but it about your family," Browning relayed while sitting down in front of them.

"The foxes are my family." Browning didn't roll his eyes at Neil's remark, but it was a near thing.

"You know who I'm talking about," a pause, and then, "Or maybe you don't." Neil didn't understand so he tilted his head in question.

"Enough with the cryptic messages. Why are you here," He said.

"Your attitude is as pleasant as usual. We're here to ask you if you know a Dakota Hollands?" Browning gruffed out. The name didn't sound familiar, but Nicky chimed in with a "who is he?" Before Neil could ask.

Browning furrowed his brow and eyed his colleague, who nodded and said, "Nathaniel Wesninskis son." Neil back tracked in his brain to remember when he had used that name, but nothing rang a bell. "I've never gone by that name," Neil defended, "and i haven't used any aliases since I became Neil, so" the agent cut him off with a quick "no." Neil and the others glanced between themselves, and Neil's panic was building its way back up again.

"Dakota Hollands lives in South Carolina with his mother, Destiny Hollands," Browning explained like Neil should be clued in. Neil just stared at him until he continued. "While updating your information and entering you into our system, a name popped up. Which we thought was odd considering it hadn't before."

"Dakota?" Aaron asked from across the room. Browning nodded his head and said, "His DNA was a match to yours and your fathers." Neil heard what Browning had said, but it didn't make any sense. He heard commotion in the room, but that didn't make any sense either. He asked quietly, so quietly, he thought, that Browning shouldn't have heard him, "What do you mean?"

"He's your brother Neil, Nathaniel Wesninskis long lost son."

[asgardian--angels]

....idk in a fandom this gigantic how are people already coalescing onto a handful of popular headcanons and scenarios that just become the baseline now, when the source material gives us literally limitless possibilities to work with

[truthundressing]

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[lanihaluki]

Hi silly silly idea but would anyone who hasn’t read revenge of magic like to read a random chapter of my fic (“every second counts” on ao3, by lanihaluki) blindly, and I’ll read someone’s fic from a fandom I’m not familiar with blindly?

bc i think that’s like. a fun blind date idea

[theladyfae]

nothing to me will ever be more iconic than my beloved mutual managing to get me so invested in a (rarepair) ship for a media i had no previous interaction with that i was actively making my own headcanons abt their potential relationship dynamic and making song associations and engaging in others’ brainrot for months before i ever even considered getting in to said media. and now a year later i’m finally writing fic for them but still know next to nothing abt what they’re like in canon cause i still haven’t made it to that part of the story, the memories of the shared delusion are genuinely the only thing keeping me going.

[persephoneflouwers]

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[birdkittenn]

it is an *interesting* development to see how my iterator sun and moon designs developed to go form a whole new iterator oc that isnt meant to be them

if i had a nickel every time i turned an au variant of the dca into an oc, id have 2 nickels

[thefluxqueen]

've got alotta thoughts bout different fandoms im in and why im in em/what i get outta em when it comes ta canon vs fandom but i have no idea how ta articulate anya em so in my hwad they stay

[kaixserzz]

a hug (or, a thousand words too painful to say, but too precious to be left unspoken)

Author’s Note: this is a highly self indulgent fanfic, and is significantly coded to myself irl. 😅 Still enjoyable and readable for most anyone, but features a much more specific Reader than my usual writing. 🤗

a hug (or, a thousand words too painful to say, but too precious to be left unspoken)

Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~4,100

CW: alcohol, death content, Fem!Reader, implied canonical violence, mild sexual content

~faqs~ 

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[lovableapocalypse]

over and over

andrew "pope" cody x female!reader

wc: 3.6k (longest fic ive published lol)

summary: pope is let out on parole and seeks you out after 3 years

warnings: cursing, not canonically accurate, suggestive content (but no smut), mentions of canon level violence, childhood best friends/sort of established relationship

a/n: reader has a catherine vibe; but pope's affections fall to reader obvi. this takes place in the season one timeline/early episodes but still isn't 100% accurate. ik im so late to this show/fandom but i love pope and this idea was brewing for like 4 days so hope you enjoy! love u guys

Andrew Cody. Pope. A name you hadn’t spoken in years, but a face you would always remember. One that was ingrained in your mind since the age of 12. As a kid, you had found yourself wrapped up in the Cody family. Janine kept her house open to her children’s friends, and when you met Julia in the 6th grade you attached yourself instantly. 

Julia was a year older than you, but she treated you like an equal, like her best friend. But where there was Julia, there was also her twin brother Andrew. Andrew was quiet and hard to read, even as a young teen, but he was kind to you. The three of you would spend countless hours together, but when Baz began living with the Codys, Julia spent most of her time with him. That left you and Andrew. 

The two of you grew close and he became your closest friend in the matter of weeks. He looked out for you at school and protected you from your rough home life. He was there no matter what. You loved him. In a deep and integral way. He was a part of your life and a part of who you were becoming. 

Janine knew you weren’t stupid. She knew you knew about their jobs. But you never mentioned it. You knew they were criminals, but it didn’t matter. You brushed what you saw and heard under the rug, clinging to the time you spent with Pope.

As you got older you grew more wary of Janine, or Smurf as the boys called her. She asked more and more of Pope and you knew it wasn’t your place to say anything, but you could see the effects it had on him. Her boundaries were almost non-existent with her sons. She asked and they did. 

You wanted no involvement in their crimes. Their “jobs.” Pope never talked about them and you didn’t ask. You’d come over and his face would be bruised, knuckles scabbed, and body scarred. You distracted him. Gave him an escape. 

Growing into an adult you tried to spend less time at Smurf’s. You would see Pope at his apartment or out in town. You wanted to distance yourself from her and she knew it. Despite knowing you since you were barely a teen, she became short with you. More harsh. And you let her. 

When Pope was arrested, everything changed. 

You had only been to Smurf’s once since. Right after you heard. You had rushed to the house, slamming your car door shut and banging your fist on the front door. 

Baz had let you in and you silently followed him to the kitchen where Smurf was- head in her hands. Baz leaned against the fridge and you stood across from her, staring. 

“You let him get arrested.” Your voice was quiet but cold. 

She looked up and shook her head. You knew her words would sting and she would try to make you feel stupid, just as she always had as you got older. “He let himself get arrested. He knew better than to wait. It’s nobody’s fault but his.”

Your jaw clenched and it took you a minute to respond. “If that’s what helps you sleep at night, Smurf.” 

She laughed humorlessly. “You don’t know anything. You’re upset Andrew got himself thrown into jail and you blame me. I get it. You’ll understand in time.” 

Her dismissiveness only frustrated you more and you shook your head. You saw no point in arguing with her. You glanced at Baz, whose head was down, avoiding eye contact. Your scoff was loud as you turned on your heel and left them behind. 

That was the last time you saw her. You tried once to contact Pope in prison, but Smurf put a stop to it. You don’t know how, but you knew it was her. That was your last straw. You loved Pope and always had, but with his mother and brothers standing between you- you were losing hope. Your anger took place and you saw no reason to contact the Codys again. 

With the exception of Deran stopping by to crash periodically, you still don’t know how he found your apartment, you estranged yourself from the Codys. Including Pope. You didn’t write to him or visit him. You convinced yourself that it was over. You didn’t want to be a part of their lives anymore and it hurt more than expected. 

You tried to move on- or so you told yourself. You got a new job. A new apartment. Even went on a few dates. You convinced yourself this was better. 

It was late one evening, already dark outside, when you left work. The office building behind you locking up for the night. You pulled out your keys and crossed the parking lot to your car. The breeze was cool and the street lamps were dim, needing replacing. As you approached your car the silhouette of a man leaning against it caused your steps to falter. You froze, your heart rate picking up. 

You moved the keys between your fingers and took a step back as he pushed off the car. His hands were shoved into his pockets and your breath caught when the figure stepped into the yellow light.

He wasn’t supposed to be out yet. 

Your lips parted and your voice was barely audible. “Andrew.” 

He stepped closer again. He was right in front of you now. He looked older, but stronger. His hair was cut close to his head and his face was stony. 

“Nice outfit.” His voice was hard, unreadable.

You tried not to let him affect you, but you felt embarrassed at his words. You were in nice, business casual clothes. Things you never would have worn before. 

 “I didn’t know you were out.” You respond.

He ignored you. “New job? Looks fancy.” He glanced at the building behind you that you had exited from.

“Andrew-“

He spoke over you. “They let me out on parole.” 

Despite your history, you feel on edge. You didn’t know he was getting out. Or that he’d come find you. 

“When?” Your voice is small. 

“This morning.”

You nod and search his face, but find nothing. You can’t tell what he’s feeling and it irks you. The boy you used to be able to comfort without words, knowing what he needed, looked like a stranger. 

There’s a pause between you two. Three years worth of words and life unknown to the other. 

“Julia’s dead.” His voice sends a wave of nausea through you. 

“What?” 

“She OD’d.” 

You swallow harshly and take a moment to blink away your emotions. “I’m- Andrew, I’m so sorry.”

He just nods and runs a hand over his mouth, taking in your expression. 

“What about her son?” You whisper. 

“Smurf took him in. He’s at the house.” 

You don’t reply. That’s the last thing Julia would have wanted. You remember when Josh was a kid, when Julia would still come around. After Smurf all but exiled her, she kept her kid far far away from their life. 

Before you can respond you see his jaw clench as he stares at you. “You didn’t write. Or visit.”

You don’t speak for a moment, steadying your breath. “I know.” 

He doesn’t reply. 

You continue, “I didn’t want to be near your family anymore. I thought it would be better if I stayed away. I’m sorry.”

It’s a half-truth, but you see no point in blaming Smurf for not contacting him when you didn’t try very hard either. 

He only nods. 

You stand across from him, frozen. Waiting for a reaction or response, but that’s wishful thinking and you know it. Pope had been like this since you knew him. It used to be something you loved about him, but now it scared you a bit. You didn’t know what he was like now, what had happened in the years he was locked up. 

His eyes trace over your form one last time before he stalks past you. His body brushes near yours and you feel his heat for a second, smell his familiar scent. You turn to watch him move through the lot. When he’s out of sight you release a shaky breath. 

It takes you longer than normal to get home that night. Your thoughts are running wild and your feelings larger than life. 

You spend the rest of the week on edge. You move through the days expecting to see him again and it surprises you when you don’t. It’s hard to admit that it hurts. Your past was complicated but completely intertwined. So when you don’t see him for another week, you have to remind yourself you wanted this. You don’t want to be near him- or any of the Codys anymore. 

It’s a Friday evening when you see him again. You park your car at your small apartment and sluggishly move up the stairs outside. 

You freeze when you see him. He’s sitting at the top of the stairs, right in front of the door. 

He looks up, not surprised. He’s expecting you. 

“You’re late.”

“What?” Your brows furrow and a deep confusion runs through you. 

“This is the latest you’ve been home all week.”

You know you should be scared or concerned that he’s been watching you, but all you feel is anger.  

“You’ve been stalking me?” Your jaw is tight. 

He stands and he’s closer than he has been in years. His face is inches from yours and you can feel his warm body heat. 

“No.” 

“You don’t call this stalking?” You huff, voice raising. You continue before he can respond, “Pope, what the hell!”

He shifts awkwardly on his feet. “I wanted to know where you lived.”

You take a deep breath before responding, “I don’t want you here- any of you.”

“Smurf said you haven’t been around since I left.”

“I haven’t.”

“Why?” He sounds genuinely curious. 

You push past him to the door, giving him your back. You feel him turn to face you. 

“Because I don’t want to be a part of that life.”

“You’re not. You never have been.” 

You struggle with the keys in the door. “I don’t even want to be near it- associated with it.”

“That never bothered you before.” 

Keeping your back to him you respond, “Times have changed, Pope. I don’t- I don’t want to be near a bunch of criminals.”

You hope your words will push him away. Offend him or build his walls up far enough to keep you away. 

“Criminals? Jeez, is that what you really think now? No more ‘don’t ask, don’t tell.’” 

You know you should just go inside, but you turn to face him. “I’m not a little kid anymore. I’m trying to do something with my life- get a grip on things.”

His face is neutral and he’s silent. Finally, he just gives you a firm nod. 

You quickly step inside before you can say anything else. 

The next morning, after a restless night of sleep, you go for a swim at the beach. Coming out of the water you walk back to where you left your towel, but it’s gone. You glance around but it’s missing, along with your discarded clothes and flip-flops.

You glance around the beach angrily. Someone stole your fucking clothes. You spin and move towards the sidewalk when you spot a familiar green truck. Cursing under your breath, you walk towards it. 

Still dripping and standing only in your swimsuit you approach the car. You notice the surfboards and a bike in the truck bed and glance around for the inevitable owners. 

“Look who it is.” 

You can hear the grin in Craig’s voice as you turn to face him. 

“Give me my stuff back.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You take in his appearance for the first time in years. His hair and beard are longer, his body more filled out. 

He does the same to you, eyes tracing over your figure and face. 

“I’m not joking around, Craig-”

A younger boy walking up next to Deran catches your eye and your words get stuck in your throat. Joshua. Julia’s son. 

You feel your lips part involuntarily as he gets closer. He looks just like her and it throws you off kilter. 

Deran smirks and reaches into the truck, pulling out your towel and clothes. “Looking for these?”

You ignore him and continue to stare at the teenager beside them. You glance at the Cody brothers, “Is that-”

Craig confirms, “In the flesh.” He smiles and claps Joshua’s shoulder. “J, you remember Y/n, don’t you?”

The boy looks uncomfortable and you shake your head. “Leave him alone.” You turn back to Deran and snatch your things back, shoving on your shorts. 

“And don’t steal my shit off the fucking beach.”

As you shove your t-shirt back on you can hear the older boys chuckle. You glance at the young boy again, before turning to leave. 

Deran calls after you, catching your arm. 

“Don’t-”

“Come back to the house with us.”

“Are you crazy? No.” You pull your arm back. 

He huffs and releases your arm, pushing his hair back. “Please. I think it’d be good for Pope.”

You give him an incredulous look. “I’m not going over there. I've barely seen any of you the past three years and I’m not changing that now. I don’t want any part of this, and Pope being home isn’t going to change that.”

“C’mon.” He sighs. 

You glance at J again. “No.”

“He isn’t sleeping.” You know he’s talking about Pope. 

“I don’t care.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Deran, drop it.” You snap. “And don’t bother me again.”

Craig sighs dramatically from the truck. “Just get in the damn car, princess.”

You scoff at the nickname, but before you can respond Deran speaks again. “Just come over for a little. See if you can talk to him.”

Your jaw clenches. “I don’t want to see her.”

“Smurf?” Deran raises a brow. 

You nod. 

He laughs softly. “C’mon that’s all water under the bridge. Smurf would be happy to see you.”

“Are you fucking joking?”

He shakes his head and grabs your elbow gently, leading you to the car. Despite yourself, you climb into the back seat next to J. 

When you arrive at the scarily familiar house, your anxiety is at an all-time high. You hop out of the backseat and linger in the driveway as the boys wander into the backyard. You swallow down your emotions and step into the garage, looking around. 

The door to inside the house opens and Baz steps out, jacket in hand. He stops in his tracks when he sees you. His eyes roam over you and your wet clothes and hair. 

He whispers your name, unblinking. 

You return his stare. “Baz.”

“You’re here.”

You nod, trying to keep your features schooled. 

He clears his throat. “The guys, uh, they said they were gonna try and bring you over. I didn’t think it would work.”

You glance away and shrug. 

He nods and steps closer. “It’s good to see you. Really.”

When you don’t respond he continues. “Pope’s out back. He’ll be glad you’re here.”

He stalks off and you watch him climb into his car. 

Taking a moment to yourself before you enter the lion’s den for the first time in years, you take deep breaths. 

You step out of the garage and tuck your drying hair behind your ears, pushing the back gate open. 

It’s shocking how similar it is to the last time you were here. Almost eerily. 

Pope’s back is to you. He’s shirtless and taking a sledgehammer to the firepit at the edge of the yard. You watch his back muscles tighten and move as he swings and breaks the bricks. 

Steeling your back, you move closer to his oblivious form. 

He takes a moment to catch his breath and you speak up. 

“Andrew.”

His body visibly tightens, but he keeps his back to you. He turns slowly, dropping the hammer. 

You keep your breaths calm and take in his appearance. He looks tired, exhausted even. 

“You’re here.” His voice is rough. 

You nod. 

His eyes flick to your wet clothes, before moving back to your face. 

“Baz said he’d fix this while I was locked up.” He gestures to the fire pit. 

You nod and hum in response, crossing your arms. 

After a beat of silence you cut right to the chase. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

He huffs an annoyed laugh. “Did Baz call you?”

“Deran.”

He blinks. “The kid is in my room.”

“J.”

He nods. 

“Then go to your place.”

“They sold it while I was gone.”

You feel bad for him, even though you try to convince yourself you don’t. 

“Can’t you get a hotel or something?”

“I’ve been staying at a motel.”

“And not sleeping?” You raise a brow. 

He shakes his head. 

“Pope.” Your voice is soft and your arms fall to your sides. 

“I thought you didn’t want anything to do with us anymore.”

You shift on your feet. “I didn’t. But then I saw J at the beach, and all I could think about was Julia. When we were all little.”

His nod is tiny but you notice it. 

“You should sleep, Pope.”

You notice his eyes shift behind you and you turn. Smurf stands in the doorway to the kitchen, watching. 

You feel your jaw tighten and you turn back to Pope. 

“Take care of yourself, okay?” You move to go back to the gate, keeping an eye on Smurf. 

You’re halfway up the driveway when Pope calls out to you. You turn and see him exiting the garage, a dark t-shirt thrown over his chest, sunglasses on, and keys in his hand. 

“I’ll drive you.”

Too tired to argue you follow him to the dark truck and hop in the passenger seat. He rolls the windows down and turns the radio up loud. You feel like a kid again. Pope driving you wherever you needed, blasting his CDs with the sunroof down. 

You keep your eyes out the window, watching the familiar town pass. He arrives at your apartment and you unbuckle silently. 

“Thanks.”

He throws the truck into park and pulls his sunglasses off. You watch him for a moment and feel your heart crack. You had missed him, and it hurt now that he was right in front of you again, yet so far away. 

You were an open book to him, it seemed. He opened his door and hopped out and you followed. He walked up the stairs to your apartment and you followed. You even let him take the keys from you and followed him inside. 

He shut the door and you glanced away from him quickly. You moved to your bathroom and turned the shower on. You could see him in the mirror behind you, still near the door but watching you. 

Watching him back, you pulled your t-shirt over your head and stepped out of your shorts. The damp clothes fell to the floor and you reached behind you to undo your swimsuit. You kept your eyes on Pope as the fabric joined the other clothes. After a beat, you stepped into the warm spray of water. 

You knew what you were doing. He knew what you were doing. And just like a bad habit picked up for the one-hundredth time, you heard him enter the bathroom. You heard his clothes join yours on the tile and you relished in the spray falling over you. 

He pulled the curtain back slowly, stepping in behind you. You kept your face under the spray, eyes closed for a moment. His rough hand met your waist gently, tracing almost. You spun around to face him. 

This was all too familiar. A scenario that had happened countless times, but it felt different. More raw. More sensitive. 

His touch was feather-like against your waist. Soft and controlled. Your breaths were airy and erratic. You had spent the last three years convincing yourself that this man was not good for you. That you were better off without him. But you were wrong. Pope was everything to you. He was a part of your soul and livelihood, and you were surprised you had made it this long avoiding him. 

You let your hands fall to his shoulders and move over his chest. His breath caught and his eyes sought yours out. 

His face moved closer to yours and his lips found yours in a familiar, soft way. He kissed you and you felt your heart give in. 

Your lips moved against his and it became more urgent. More frenzied. You hadn’t seen each other in three years. Touched each other. Loved each other. 

His hands found your hair and yours gripped his waist. His lips were hasty against yours and his tongue slipped into your mouth as he pressed you against the cold tiles. You moved against him urgently, a heat spreading through you almost as much as your emotions were. 

You missed his touch. His taste. His attention. 

You moved against each other in tandem. A long-lost dance. Pope was a rough man. He didn’t ask questions. But when he was with you, his armor fell. Even with your bodies clashing and teeth hitting he was somehow gentle. In his own way. 

You let him touch you and re-explore your body. Your movements were familiar yet new all the same. His hands touched and traced and you let yourself fall into him completely. 

After, when the water ran cold and your emotions ran rampant, you stepped out and handed him a towel. He watched you dry off and followed you to your bedroom. 

You lay next to him, tracing his features and counting the scars on his face. Some new, some old. He held you close, his grip almost painfully tight, but you didn’t mind. You found comfort in it- in him. 

His breathing slowed and his eyes fell heavy and you watched as he finally fell asleep. A feeling of nostalgia washed over you, quickly followed by longing. You couldn’t escape him, and you were starting to remember that you didn’t want to. 

[sunbratz]

26 years on television and the worst part of being in the sp fandom is the mid tier fanfic ngl

[cryinggirlnamedhelen]

feeling a bit generous today, so for anyone who needs these, here are some tips for writing blue lock specifically (also some bonus facts at the end)

- right off the bat, don’t let popularity and likes on your posts be the only thing on your mind. when you write, make sure you’re also enjoying what you’re writing. doing this stuff only for fame and fans is a bit sad, but not only that, the quality of your work will decrease due to less passion.

- if you want it to get popular and fast, writing for rin, kaiser, or nagi is your best bet. they’re easily the most popular when it comes to this part of the fanbase, and people will eat up ANYTHING sweet when it comes to these nonchalant men.

- listening to music while you write can be helpful. i know it’s not for everyone, but listening to a playlist that matches the vibe of what im writing helps me lock in really well. here is a playlist for writing something fluffy and lovey. here is a playlist for writing something angst and made from pure sadness. here is a playlist for something obsessive and intense. here is a playlist for something that really makes you think about your life choices. (yes, i made all of these playlists, and these are the ones that i listen to)

- using the egoist bible to confirm information is immensely helpful. not only is anyone else who reads the egoist bible see those small Easter eggs, but adding those small hints about their character can also be cute and makes for better writing.

- use colored dividers. i get mine from this post (thank you to firefly graphics!!!) and this post (thank you to aquazero!!!) and make sure you use the colors in order with the characters. for example, i use teal for rin, dark blue for kaiser, and yellow for bachira.

- using song lyrics or song names as titles or inspiration is easy for ideas and for attention. many times, i will listen to a song and realize how much it matches with the blue lock boys or realize that it’ll make an incredible prompt for a drabble. for example, in no. 1 party anthem, there is the iconic “the look of love” part. for that, i made a post with the same title as the lyric and made it about how their eyes are when they are in love.

- putting 2-4 characters in a prompt drabble is the ideal amount. it gets you more popularity quicker due to more characters and more tags, but also, anyone who only started reading the prompt for a certain character can also enjoy reading about the rest of the characters.

- use as many tags as you can. if you look at the tags on my post, i use a monstrous amount.

- quality >>>>>>> quantity ALWAYS ALWAYS ALWAYS. even a 100 word drabble can be more beautiful or impactful than a 1000 word fic if it’s worded better, has a better concept, has better character writing, and has better interactions.

- there are many tropes that work well with certain characters. for example, i always write kaiser with the childhood best friends trope, because not only does it match his character, but it also makes the best quality content. another example is karasu with academic rivals for obvious reasons, although im pretty sure we all already know that.

bonus facts!!!:

- i tend to have a hard time writing sae. he’s a difficult character to understand, which makes him all the more appealing to me but also just as annoying to write. because we have no idea what happened to him when he was in spain, he’s hard to write without being ooc or weird. before kaiser’s backstory, i also had a hard time writing for kaiser. (im an infp 4w5, if that helps)

- the only blue lock boys i can confidently say are green flags are barou, kunigami (pre-wildcard), yukimiya, and karasu. many of the others (isagi, reo, bachira, etc) are extremely close to being green flags but all have questionably toxic things that make them yellow flags.

- i wanna write for shidou so bad, but because the fandom mischaracterizes his so much, it’s hard to write for him validly without getting criticized. for example, shidou is NOT going to beat you up for no reason or be disturbing towards you for no reason. if you don’t play soccer or if you’re not particularly special, then he’s honestly just really chill. think of him like hisoka from hxh but less of a pdf file.

[drdawnbreaker]

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Heya!! This is my first recommendation list. I read too much and from multiple different fandoms, hehe. I did think about splitting the fandoms up into separate posts, and maybe I'll do that in the future, but for now, these are all just amazing fanfics that I need to share and show off to the world. If you have any fics you really love, whether they are your own or others you love. Send them my way!! Im always looking for new content to read, hehe.

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✦ Unleashed — @veltana

Genre: Smut. Sex Pollen Au.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: During a mission, Bucky is exposed to something that removes his inhibitions, and all he wants is you.

✦ Last Minute — @dollfacefantasy

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Frank Castle x Female Reader

Summary: When Frank won't give you attention, you have to convince him not to leave somehow...

✦ Everybody Talks — @nickfowlerrr

Genre: Smut. Halloween Au

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Curvy!Reader

✦ What If...? — @vunblr

Genre: Smut. Angst. Neighbours Au

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Curvy!Reader

Summary: Bucky navigates his insecurities and guilt from his past as he grows closer to his new neighbour, a nurse.

✦ Who’s She? — @sacredsorceress

Genre: Fluff. Secret double life au.

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Summary: when sam gets injured during a mission and isn’t able to go to a hospital, bucky brings him and natasha to his own home to get cared for by his girlfriend, y/n, who he’s been keeping a secret.

✦ Dr. Bee — @malum-forev

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Bucky x Nurse!Reader

Summary: Bucky has quite the reputation, but all it takes for him to want to change is an hour with an outspoken little Bee.

✦ In losing grip, on sinking ships (you showed up just in time) — @mellowsaturns

Genre: Heavy Angst. Onesided-enemies-to-lovers-ish

Pairing: Soldat!Bucky x Assassin!Reader

Summary: When the avengers pick up unusual activity, they realize that not all of hydra was destroyed. one unidentifiable face sends the team into a frenzy, but bucky knows it. he could recognize those eyes anywhere.

✦ Blurred Lines — @ellemj

Genre: Time Travel. Angst. Smut. Fluff. Enemies To Lovers

Pairing: Avengers!Bucky x Reader. 40s!Bucky x Reader

Summary: When choosing a female agent to send back in time to gain young Sergeant Barnes's trust, everyone's in agreement that it should be Sharon. Until Bucky, the man that you barely get along with, speaks up and lets everyone know that it could only be you.

✦ Out of My Head — @navybrat817

Genre: A/B/O. Smut. Angst. Fluff.

Paring: Chubby!Alpha!Bucky x Omega!Reader

Summary: Bucky feels a bit insecure during a romantic evening, and you do your best to get him out of his head.

✦ The Memory Remains — @vunblr

Genre: Smut. Angst. Winter Soldier Vibes

Pairing: Bucky x Curvy!Reader

Summary: An unexpected encounter brings Bucky face-to-face with someone from his past, stirring memories he thought were long buried.

✦ Toy Soldier (part 1) — @vunblr

Genre: Dark. Gore. Angst. Fuff. Big feels

Paring: Winter Soldier!Bucky x mutant!Reader

Summary: She had been the tool Hydra used to keep him operational; he, the weapon manipulated by their tendrils to execute their ambitions. Years after breaking free, fate Sam Wilson brings them together once more. Now, they must navigate the challenges of forging a connection beyond the twisted dynamic that once bound them in the past.

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✦ Strawberry Scented — @cakelitter

Genre: Smut. Hybrid au.

Pairing: Leon S. Kennedy x Bunny!Reader

Summary: You remain still blissful as ever. Your dreams must be nice, hopping in meadows and basking in the sun; or is that too stereotypical of him? Wonder if you dream about him. Does your mind replay the sweet and innocent time you spent together? Or do you get dirty dreams about him like he does?

✦ Dolled Up — @coqvttes

Genre: Smut.

Pairing: Carlos Oliveira x Virgin!Reader

Summary: After making you wait nearly two months to lose your virginity, you surprise him in lingerie that you know he can't resist corrupting you in.

✦ Sweetheart Club — @cakelitter

Genre: Smut. Angst. Collage au.

Pairing: Professor!Leon x Fem!Reader

Summary: “You wanted to talk, professor?” he turns around and faces you, placing down the papers he’s holding on his desk and taking his glasses off. “Yeah, mind explaining the absences?”

✦ Light of the Full Moon — @dollfacefantasy

Genre: Dub-con. Werewolf au. Smut. Angst

Pairing: Husband!Wolf!Chris x Wife!Reader

Summary: Your husband hasn't been the same since coming back from his latest mission. you struggle to understand the cause, not wanting to believe the worst. on the night of a full moon, tensions peak, and you're determined to find out the truth.

✦ LIKE RABBITS ♡ — @dollfacefantasy

Genre: Pure Smut. Hybrid au

Pairing: carlos oliveira x bunny-hybrid!fem!reader

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✦ Werewolf!Jason Todd Imagine — @redr0sewrites

Genre: Smut. Werewolf au. Heat/Knotting

Pairing: Jason Todd x Human!Reader

✦ Virgin Jason Todd — @devotedlyandrogynousyouth

Genre: Pure Smut. Drabble. P/W/P

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

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✦ Tentacles — @sweetcocopowder

Genre: Smut. Monster fucking. Supernatural.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Castiel ft. Alien being?

Summary: Dean has to perform a ritual to continue further in his hunt. Said ritual, is fucking an ancient being that only wants to pleasure. And Cas is here as moral support.

[flowersandmiel]

I've finally met Hunted during his main chapter The Beast (I'd only met him during The Eye of the Needle and the chapters where they're all here) AND OMG I LOVE HIM SM??

Not judging or anything (/gen), but I'd only seen him be characterized in fics with this sort of "overwhelmed and animalistic anxiety" in fics, instead of what I would describe as a "hypervigilant and quick-thinking survival-driven fear" during the Eye of the Needle. And it just kinda confused me bc like, how could he act so different in Eye of needle compared to the Beast and Den?? But that's the thing, he doesn't, the fic just weren't accurate /nm (i still loved those fics btw /gen)

it just reminds me of this post about Paranoid i reposted not long ago about how fandom tends to stick to one character trait of a character and overly exaggerate it to the point it's almost mischaracterizing said character.

and it also reminds me of another character from another fandom who's a bird-like creature too, and they both get mischaracterized in that similar sort of dehumanizing way?

I'm not sure how to explain but i'll try

Basically, It's just so obvious that the author loves the fact that the character is bird-like, that they do not realise that they're kinda 'feti$hising' them??

And like, i've got nothing about letting a half-human half-animal character lean into their animal instincts, but I find it strange how many people do not realise the way they write it is just not believable at all. You can have a character lean into their bird side without having them be dehumanized and infantilized by the narrative. They're not an animal, they're part animal.

Idk, maybe it's because I grew up being dehumanised and infantilised, but if I was part animal/part human, and that i needed to let myself lean into my instincts, I wouldn't take well being treated by my friends as if I'm only an animal???? Or called 'birdie' or shit like that??? Like, i know i don't like pet names in general, but i can't be the only one who find calling a half bird half human character 'birdie' kinda weird?? I'm sure most mean it in a very sweet way btw, but i always think that if i was a half cat half human, and i was called 'catgirl' or 'kitty', i wouldn't take it well lmao?? even as teasing???

Kinda reminds me of how dehumanized and infantilized disabled people are. Having "animalistic behaviors" does not make one less human. idk how else to say it.

I'm not sure I'm making any sense, i've seen nobody talk about this and it makes me feel kinda lonely ngl x,)

I just needed to ramble a bit about it, it's not an "issue" only related to STP btw, which is why im talking about it actually xP it's weird how many fandoms i've seen this phenomenon in. I know many people only create art for fun and simply do not care about believability, and they have every right to do so, but sometimes i think that some people just genuinely do not think about it because nobody talks about it!! I'm only sharing this in hope that I can make authors self-reflect a bit so they can write "better" :)

Just, remember please. You're writing characters with consciousness. They're not animals, they're not birds, they're not just their instincts, they're not just their wings. Even while being chased, Hunted isn't nothing more than his instincts, he's clever, a quick-thinker, observant, worried, has good reflexes, takes risks, his voice is soft, maybe he'd even be delicate if he wasn't being chased! and many others! He's more than his name, than his title, than his instincts. He's not just a prey, he's a Voice, created to help us survive and out of fear of the Princess.

(btw im not using examples i've seen in fics bc i think it'd be rude af to do that.)(i've still mostly enjoyed the fics i've read that had this problems btw <3, i just couldn't get it out of my head and i hate that i see nobody speaking about it so, here i am ig!)

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Hihii @maruyaaya ! I like ur teleneo fic :DD

Telemachus design inspired by gigi and duvet box (i forgot to look at reference lol)

neoptolemus design based on kyleesarthell

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(Read more if you dare)

Okokok gods of olymlus THIS FIC!!!! HAS MY HEART IN SHAMBLES!!! I was actually looking for fics in the epic fandom, idk how I was able to find this gem but i did and I HAVE NO REGRETS!! I didn't know who neo was, so congrats, this is my first impression of this lil skrunkly child soldier so I love him by default (actually many of my favourite characters were child soliders...*by chance ok.* it's a coincidence) when i relistened to epic the musical i was going :00 NEO AVENGE YOUR FATHER KILL THE BROTHERS OF HECTOR

Also!! Thank you so much, i listened to mico because of this fic!! I'm so excited to finish the animation and and and post it on yt(I'll tell yall when its done i just REALLY WANTED TO SHOW THIS) can I tag epic the musical? Even though it really isn't 😭 (it'll take a while tho like i cant work on it for 2 months so I'll just show this)

I absolutely love the unreliable narrator going on here, i reread the fic multiple times to see if there are any signs i missed of Neo misreading the situation. "Neo pretends to hate Tele and tele pretends to like Neo." HAH you think

Sighs.. he's so self sabotaging it hurts... 

Also i love whatever he and Odysseus has going on, they feel like step dads and sons to me for some reason. Like how Odysseus brought him to the war so that it ends quicker and he can see his wifey again.. but oh shoot i kinda messed up this kid... and the kid assumes the step dad hates him because he also hates him.. then Odysseus becomes an awkward step dad trying to be better to his son

Telemachus also guys he's!! HE'S A KING!!! Go king go break his heart!!! He knows his words burn!!! I can imagine him trying to flirt with Neo during the months he was there but he DOESNT GET THEM and that adds on to his anger towards him. "GRR. I'M TRYING TO FLIRT WITH YOU."

In the video u can see him tryna be flirty and immediately getting punched. I hope it's coherent enough lol. Im sorry my art is always messy so ofc the sketch is even messier 😭

 I actually started with the last part of the vid first("im never enough) ITS THE ONE I *KNOW* WHAT TO DRAW HERE. I'd like to let you know thaf this got me out of my artblock. Kinda. I cant work on anything other than this  it's been replaying on my mind. Ofc this is incomplete but I wanted to show this first. 

(Btw the part where neo breaks a mirror, uhhh you can't tell but it flashes to show Achilles instead. Idk how else to show it other than going from curly hair to straight hair.)

[thewritingstar]

Hi everyone!! I wanted to do something fun for Feb so introducing The Short n Sweet prompt list!

I wanted to challenge myself to getting back into writing and I’m hoping that this challenge will spark some new ideas!

Each prompt is slightly vague so please make it however you desire! Any rating of course. Make it fluffy. Make it angsty. Make whatever your heart desires!!!!!!

Anyone can feel free to use these prompts! I encourage anyone to make anything they like from fan fiction to fan art, anything!! (And of course you don’t have to do them all!!) (and yes im a swiftie lol)

Whether you’re a long term writer/artist or posting your first fic/art, this is meant to just inspire. No need to tag me (you can so I can see it lol) I’m gonna be using the tag #starsshortnsweetprompts but you don’t have too!

I wanted to post this early so that if you wanted to start thinking about stuff OR if you would like to request specific ships for me to write!

Anyways, I will be doing this for Feb and if you do it too, thank you! But I hope everyone can have fun reading or creating or what not. Okay if you have any questions lmk!

I will be writing across all my fandoms: PPG, MHA, FairyTail, SpyxFamily, SoulEater, etc but is it open to all fandoms of course!!

Okay thanks for reading and I hope some you join in!!

Xoxoxo Star

Prompts if the picture doesn’t show well:

1. Oh. Oh.

2. Second Chance

3. Secret Meeting.

4. Jealousy. Jealousy.

5. Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve.

6. Arranged Marriage.

7. Invisible String.

8. In every timeline.

9. Only in my dreams.

10. Tunnel Vision.

11. Hesitation.

12. I hate you, I love you.

13. Confessions

14. Valentines Day

15. Forbidden love

16. Love spell

17. Unexpected

18. Love letters

19. Cuddle Bug

20. Wanting was enough

21. Regret

22. Little black dress

23. Till death do us part

24. Just make them kiss

25. Love at first sight

26. I would have loved you forever

27. Slowly, then all at once

28. All I see is you

Can't wait to see what comes of this!!!!