#based off of a fanfic btw

[aliorsboxostuff]

yet another tik tok bcuz thats the only content i got for y'all, this one's called "another maverick accident"

based off of this fic, check it out! it's really sweet <3

[whereissmajor]

today smajor is in a drawing i made for a school club contest!

(i won!)

[dragonroar64]

considering the concept of agender pvpciv Evbo. Like yeah yeah it's on his hoodie design etc etc but that's surface level to me. What about Evbo feeling like despite everything missing in his life, there's also something just a bit too much that doesn't fill any gaps but rather compounds the issue. What about Evbo meeting someone on the pro or master levels and they mention they're agender and when Evbo asks them to explain it he recognizes himself in it. What about Evbo visiting the library on the fighter level while working on restoration efforts and reads up on it. What about Evbo using his godly powers to rid himself of others' perception of him as a gendered being, and justifying it to themself as a way to fit their role better as the parkour god? What if, what if,,,,

[cowchickenbeefpork]

Every argument the riddler Rye and Ed have sounds like this tbh

[gregorys-defender-for-life]

Hi guys

[ant1quarian]

A SOUL lot of problems - A Sans x Reader

Genocide Route after Genocide Route, you couldn't stop yourself. Something drove you to do it over and over again- the weight on your heart pushing you further and further.

Then, one day, Frisk decides to play a game and inputs their own name.

Suddenly, the turns table when it turns out monsters are real, and Frisk has decided to be their ambassador.

... And you have to live with the fact you've killed all of the monsters you see over and over again, and the one monster who happens to remember everything... is your SOULmate.

Do be aware that because this is a previously-genocidal Reader, there are plenty of heavy topics. Warnings are placed at the top of the chapter generally, but just understand that there'll always be some sort of... relation to either accidental self-harm, angst, murder, or violence.

Take care of yourselves and please don't read this if anything is a trigger for you.

Reader is gender neutral, and I they have no set appearance.

Chapters written: 8/?

[aphel1on]

the most autistic thing i've done in the past year is when i typed out a transcript of the text from the entire main storyline in Pokemon Legends: Arceus into a wordpad document, complete with basic image descriptions, and then i didn't even write the fanfic which was supposedly the reason i started that whole project in the first place

[multifandotakugirl]

Hope to one day reach a stage where someone draws fanart for my fanfics bc i could die happily then.

[iambutmortal]

Buckle Up and Enjoy the Ride

Summary: Feyre hates rollercoasters. Which poses a problem when her coaster obsessed boyfriend drags her to a theme park.

Pairing: Feysand

Word Count: 2k

Written for @unofficialfeysandmonth2022 day 29 (please ignore that it’s late)

Rhys was practically bouncing out of his skin, humming along to the radio as they sped down the interstate at a dangerous speed. Feyre, in the passenger seat, was a mess.

She’d been dating her boyfriend for a little over two months, long enough to get in the car alone with him, but not long enough for him to know all her likes and dislikes. Which was a problem because they were currently careening towards a theme park, Rhysand talking about his favorite coasters, how excited he was to ride the tallest one in the country.

And Feyre hated rollercoasters.

She hadn’t known how to tell him, how to crush his obvious excitement, and now it was too late. She spotted the green highway sign that signaled her doom, their destination, Nightmare Kingdom, spelled out in large white letters along with the exit.

Rhys only seemed to grow more excited the closer they got, swerving into a parking space with the reckless abandon reserved for highschoolers driving their parents' old minivans, not men in their late twenties with an expensive sports car.

“Let’s go,” Rhys said, hopping out of the car. Feyre followed him slowly, shielding her eyes against the sun as she took in the enormity of the tracks in front of her, painted a garish red and going far too high in the sky.

She longed for a pair of sunglasses but Rhys had forbade them, claiming they would just fly off in the wind. Which would have been true, if Feyre had any plans on actually riding something.

A coaster car  rushed past, and the screams of the riders filled Feyre with nerves.

“Shit,” Rhys said, checking his watch. “They opened early.”

He bounded down the path, Feyre practically jogging to keep up. She longed to delay, to make up an excuse about needing more sunscreen, but she couldn’t think of anything. Rhys had forced her to apply before they left, the thick white cream that made her whole body feel sticky. He’d packed water, ordered her to double knot the sneakers she’d been sent back to change into, and been given a rain poncho.

It would have been annoying if he wasn’t so sincere about it, telling her about the trips he and his brothers had taken every summer, one of only a handful of good memories he had from a childhood spent at stuffy boarding schools.

Besides, Feyre mused, how often did she get to see her boyfriend in anything outside of a suit, much less in board shorts and a white t-shirt.

Rhys made a beeline for one of the rides, a huge blue track that made a series of loop de loops through the air. Even looking at it made Feyre feel nauseous.

“We start with this one,” he said, once they were in line. “It’s one of the easier ones, but not as easy as the wooden ones. Then we move to the big ones in the back, before the lines get too long, then the wooden ones for a break, then we’ll circle around and pick up the ones we missed.”

Feyre smiled faintly. She could already feel the crippling headache she was going to have before lunch from being spun and shook and rattled.

The line up to the top was too short, and before Feyre knew it, she was being directed into the corral for seats.

“The wind is going to mess up my hair,” Feyre protested.

“I promise it won’t,” Rhys said.

Feyre wracked her brain, trying to think of some other excuse, but the metal gates opened and Rhys rushed her into the seat. She swallowed as she tugged down the shoulder restraints, felt them lock with a click, trapping her.

Too late now.

“Hands up everybody,” shouted the ride operator. “You’re going in 3, 2…” The coaster shot out of the lift, and Feyre felt her stomach drop into a pit as they started up their assent. The track was clicking, everything was too loud.

“Put your arms up,” Rhys shouted. His grin seemed close to splitting his face in two.

Feyre nodded, slowly lifting them into the air.

The first car crested over the hill, starting their descent and Feyre immediately clung back onto the restraints.  She screamed, her terror masked by the delight of everyone around her.

You’re fine, you’re fine, you’re fine she chanted in her head as she spun upside down.

And then it was over, the car spilling to a halt.

“Should we do it again?” Rhys asked, as if his life hadn’t just flashed in front of his eyes.

“Maybe we should do a different ride first,” Feyre suggested weakly. “See the whole park.” Rhys nodded. “Sure, whatever you want.” -

Two hours in and Feyre was done. She could feel her makeup sliding off her face, had made several excuses to double check her mascara wasn’t running in the bathroom. And her hair very much was a mess, the careful waves she’d done a series of tangled knots.

She sighed, scraping it up into a ponytail before stepping back out to where Rhys was waiting.

“You doing alright?” he asked.

“Perfect,” Feyre lied.

Rhys pointed at a red coaster, the tallest one in the park. The one Rhys had spent the ride over telling her had the tendency to make people black out for a few seconds. “On to the next one?”

Feyre wanted to cry, but she forced a smile onto her face. “Whatever you want.” And they were back in line, Rhys wrapping a sweaty arm around her shoulders. Feyre closed her eyes, leaning into his embrace and pretending they were anywhere else. Her bed maybe, or the movies, or an art gallery. Anywhere but waiting for the coaster.

“You’re going to love this,” Rhys promised as he led them to the seats. He’d put them in the first row. The attendant came by to check their restraints, tugging gently on the lab bar. Feyre watched as he held a thumbs up and then the floor fell away from them.

Feyre stifled her scream as they rolled forward, starting the ascent to the top of the first hill. It seemed to take forever, a slow incline as the ground below them got further and further away.

They crested the hill, dangling over a dangerous precipice. Feyre’s body filled with anticipation, that horrible, sinking feeling that something was going to go wrong.

“Fuck,” she screamed as they dropped. She felt her body rise up from the seat as they entered freefall, before being whipped to the side as they entered a turn. Black spots danced in her vision, the forces too much for her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Feyre sobbed as her body jerked to the side before once again becoming weightless. They slid over one final hill before slamming to a halt, Feyre’s body hitting the restraints.

Feyre stewed in silence as they slid back onto the platform.

“Fun, right?” Rhys asked as soon as they were out of the car.

“I hate this,” Feyre snapped, storming down the ramp that led to the gift shop. Despite herself she scanned the wall of photos. She looked miserable, even more so when put next to Rhys’ massive fucking grin.

Rhys came up behind her, rubbing a hand sympathetically along her shoulders. He found what she was looking at and Feyre felt his hands freeze.

“Why didn’t you tell me,” he asked.

“You seemed so excited and I couldn’t tell you and then it was too late…”

Rhys sighed. “I’m sorry, I should have noticed sooner.” Feyre smiled faintly. “And I probably should have told you.”

Her boyfriend leaned down to press a kiss to her cheek. “Can I do anything to make it better?”

“My head hurts a bit,” Feyre said softly. Understatement of the century, it was pounding in her skull.

Could G forces cause brain swelling?

Rhys winced. “Let me buy you a coke then, it’ll help.”

“Oh, you don’t have to–” but her boyfriend had already dashed off to the nearest stall to buy an overpriced soda. Feyre plopped down on a nearby bench, grateful for the shade.

“So what’s your favorite ride?” Rhys asked once he’d returned. He was right, of course, the coke did help her head.

“I like the carousel,” Feyre admitted. sheepishly. Her last boyfriend, Tamlin, had always made fun of her for it, claiming it was a baby ride and she, as a fully grown woman, should be too old for it.

Rhys just brightened. “They have one, right in the middle of the park.” 

He offered her a hand and Feyre let him drag her to her feet. Rhys sped down the path, passing several coasters until they were in line.

Feyre could feel the eyes  of the teenage assistant as they passed him, climbing up onto two white pegasi, side by side.

“We’re definitely being judged right now,” Feyre hissed.

Rhys shrugged. “Who cares. You like this ride, so we ride it.”

Feyre couldn’t contain her smile as the familiar music started up, the ride whirling to life, spinning them around the park.

“I’m ahead of you,” Rhys teased as his horse rocked forward, just inches ahead.

Feyre’s own horse spurred to life, rolling forward while Rhys’ slid back.

“No, dasher, you can’t let her get ahead,” Rhys shouted, flicking imaginary reigns.

Feyre cackled, shouting at her own horse.

They spun round and round, past the line of children waiting, and Feyre didn’t care if their parents glared. She was having too much fun.

The ride slowly rolled to a stop, and Feyre cheered when her horse managed to just beat out Rhys. “I win, I win, I win,” she chanted, as they hopped off. Rhys shook his head good naturedly, holding the gate open for her.

“Okay, now it’s my turn,” he purred. “One last rollercoaster.” “Rhys,” Feyre protested.

“I promise you’ll like this one for real this time.” Feyre glowered but followed him back the way they’d come. He rode the carousel for you, she reasoned.

She was more than a little confused when he led her to the kiddie section. Great Pumpkin Coaster the sign read, surrounded by doodles of peanuts characters.

“This was my favorite when I was younger,” Rhys explained as they walked up. “I would make Cass and Az ride it with me over and over, until our mother made us do something else.”

Feyre smiled at the memory, so enchanted she almost didn’t realize that Rhys was leading her into the seat. It was small, built for a child and their parent, and the two of them were pressed uncomfortably tight together. The lap bar slammed hard on Rhys’ knees but he just smiled.

“Ready, darling,” he asked, reaching out to hold her hand.

Feyre just squeezed his fingers tightly as they started rattling up the wooden tracks.

“Hands up,” Rhys told her, gently pulling them up, even while he kept their fingers laced together.

“I can’t—” Feyre shouted as they started down the first hill. Her stomach dropped, the wind ripping through her hair. It was a short one, and then they were going around a wide turn and back down another hill.

In spite of herself, Feyre smiled. It felt like riding in the car with all the windows down, her body remaining firmly in the seat.

“Better,” Rhys asked, halfway through the second small drop.

“Yeah,” Feyre admitted, letting out a small shriek of delight as they dropped for a third time. Rhys watched her, checking to make sure she was still having a good time.

When they ground to a stop, he bent down to brush a quick peck against her lips.

“Was this one okay?”

Feyre beamed up at him. “I think I might not hate coasters as much as I thought.”

[cr1ms0n4nd-ac3]

( Warning, this fanfic contains character death, mentions of su1 and manipulation. If anyone of you liked Harvest Moon and angst, this is for you.. enjoy! Or if you don't, simply leave. )

A Note, it titled "A First yet Final Introduction" on the middle.. Read it?

[YES]

[NO]

Hello, my name is Markus. I am 19 years old and a farmer of Konohana Town. I first came here when me and my horse were terribly injured. When I was greeted by two mayors who lived in two villages, in which I can't remember which one I go though. And until when I notice that they hate each other, I found out that they had a feud many years ago because of what the Harvest Goddess said. And the only way to get them along is to make sure Konohona wins the Cooking Festival. We did have some ups and downs though, but it sure is worth it..

I spend hours, hours to get them to get along.. and I know the hearts of them inside are about to fill. As I was about to sleep, I hear a voice calling:

"Follow me."

I don't know who this was, but regardless... I went to the mountain last night when I see a glowing Red Wonderful on the ground.

.....Which I didn't know that it lead me to a curse.

...But I know that the voices are still in my head, telling me that going to die is the only way to "remove" the curse.

So I am writing this note to anyone who find this, so... to the Bluebell and Konohana people.

I'm so sorry for going to leave so soon,but just to let you know.. I will always watch above you. And it's not anyone's fault, but my fault to end myself.. the voices did say that this is the only way to remove the curse after all.

From — Markus.

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[tinycatlady]

Im gonna call myself out real quick here Peeps-

[oakwolves]

Grace acts out and causes trouble to get some form of attention from her parents whether positive or negative, Simon is overly territorial over things that are important to him and lashes out at people who threaten those things, Min Gi hides and runs away from problems, the comfort zone being his permanent safe haven and he doesn’t like when people try to take that comfort zone away from him. Ryan continuously buries any negative emotion of his, this seemed to be a pattern he’s kept at since he was younger

[constant-stateofdenial]

part of a stranger things fic I've been working on

October 1980

Will was home sick with the flu. He had been for three days at this point. Mike felt pretty lonely without him. He had other friends. Lucas had been his friend for years with the two of them growing up on the same street, and Dustin had joined their group that year after moving to Hawkins. Will was probably his favorite of the group and everyone knew that. He also knew that despite insults being thrown around at Will all the time by boys like Troy and James, a lot of the girls in their grade really liked him, a fact Mike was starting to grow annoyed with.

It was the third day of Will being out with the flu when a girl approached Mike at recess. He didn’t really know who she was. He was pretty sure she was one of the fifth graders, so he wasn’t sure why she was approaching some random fourth grader.

“Hi.” The girl says cheerfully, holding something in her hands.

“Hi?” Mike replies back, unsure.

“You and Will Byers are like besties right?” she asked, clutching a small piece of paper in her hands. 

“I guess?” He shrugs, why was she talking to him? Girls never talked to him, and he was fine with that.

“Do you know why he’s been out, I’ve been trying to find him all week, but-” the blonde starts

“He’s sick,” Mike replies, snappily, before turning to walk away. Then, he feels a hand on his shoulder and flinches before turning back around to face this strange girl who was talking to him of all people on this playground about Will. Which would be fine, because he loved talking about Will, if she wasn’t trying to track him down for no good reason.

“Aw, that sucks. Must be pretty bad.”

Mike nods, but doesn’t elaborate on Will’s current sickness. He really didn’t want to talk to this girl. Especially about how his best friend was suffering through the flu right now.

“Can you give this to him, whenever you see him?” She asks, handing him the notecard that was in her hands. “Oh and tell him I said I hope he gets better soon.”

One of the girl’s friends calls for her and she runs off to join them by the swingset. Mike snorts and looks down at the note. In the neatest handwriting a ten year old could produce it had written on it, 

Hi Will,

I know you don’t really know me, but I think you’re super cool and cute and funny and smart. And I think it would be really cool for us to hang out sometime, like girlfriend and boyfriend hang out. (You still don’t think girls have cooties do you? We don’t I promise :) )  Also! My birthday is soon and you should totally come to my party :)))) meet me at lunch or recess and I'll give you the details. Also!!!! We should go trick or treating together on Halloween!!

  -Sarah M.

P.S. I’m going as Wonder Woman for halloween you should totally get a superman or batman costume then a winky smiley face, A GODDAMN WINKY FACE at the bottom next to a HEART!? GROSS. As if Will would want anything to do with that. They’d already planned their Halloween costumes months ago, anyways, and they were Star Wars themed.

“Hey Mike!” Lucas calls from across the field. Mike whips around, stuffing the note into his pocket. Lucas and Dustin were both standing in front of him now, Dustin still looking at the back of Sarah M.'s blonde head as she was walking away from Mike and back towards her friends. Then, Dustin’s attention snaps to Mike.

“You got a fifth grade girl to talk to you?” He asks in awe. Dustin wanted fifth grade girls to talk to him. Or really just any girl. Mike didn’t really understand the big deal. Dustin wasn’t ever trying to be friends with those girls, so why did he want them to pay attention to him?

“She just wanted me to pass a message on to Will.” Mike shrugs, fiddling with the paper sitting in his front pocket. He wasn’t sure if he’d give it to Will or not, sure it was the responsible thing, but he wasn’t sure Will would even care, or maybe Mike was afraid Will would see it, and being the sweet and kind person he is (which Mike loves about him), agree to go to her stupid party or dress up with her theme for Halloween. His best friend abandoning him and all their other friends was something he didn’t want to happen. Mike decided then that he wouldn’t give Will the note. Plus what if it was a trap just to make fun of him? He couldn’t let that happen. 

“What kind of message?” Dustin asks, attempting to reach into Mike’s pocket. 

“Just something stupid.” Mike replies snappily before turning away and pushing Dustin’s hand away from him.

“C’mon man, just tell us what she said.” Lucas pushes. “It wasn’t important! She just wanted me to give some dumb note to Will is all.” 

“Now we gotta know, come on what does the note say?” Dustin pushes.

“Nothing! It was stupid like I said!” Mike protests. Why couldn’t Dustin and Lucas just back off? Why were they so curious about what some stupid girl had to say to Will? Will didn’t even like being around girls that much.

“If it’s stupid why won’t you just tell us?” Lucas asks.

“Because it’s for Will.”

Before the three could argue over it any more, their teacher shouted at them to get with the class, since recess was over.  

The boys quickly ran back over to the class, the note and girl easily forgotten. Sarah mouthed something like ‘thanks for giving it to him’ or something, it was hard to tell, from across the field. Mike awkwardly gives her a thumbs up. He’d take it but if it mysteriously got lost on its way to Will, that wasn’t Mike’s fault! He was a nine year old boy being trusted with a delivery he didn’t want to deliver.

Lucas and Dustin didn’t mention what happened at recess the rest of that day, other than Dustin whining about Will being the only one of the group to get attention from girls, and Mike by proxy because he was Will’s ‘non-threatening best friend’. Which Mike thought was definitely wrong because he was not non-threatening. He could be threatening, hell, he’d gotten into fights with spawn of satan Troy Walsh defending his friends before. He was not non-threatening. 

After school Mike bikes over to Will’s house, and maybe he did just so happen to conveniently forget to give him the note while they were reading comics and watching movies while Will tried not to throw up anything that Jonathan had given him (dry toast and gatorade), luckily the entire time Mike was over Will didn’t throw up and according to Joyce, who took Will’s temperature when she got home, his fever had disappeared. 

After Mike finally gets home that evening, as he’s getting ready for bed, he remembers the note in his pocket, takes it out, and shoves it into the notebook sitting on his desk. He told himself he’d figure out what to do with it later. After Will was better. Will never received that note. 

[baileyboo2016]

i finally did a picrew of Lizzy. (aka the girl who ruined Gulliver’s life!!!!)

Featured in my 2007 era fics and even in the present day.

Birthday: September 1, 1981

Pretty much the reason for Gulliver’s trauma!!!!

(picrew is the same link i used for the leila one)

[whynotwriting]

So if I were, say, writing my first ever fanfiction, would any of y'all have advice? And would any of y'all want to read it?

[blighted-lights]

the best (and worst) part about writing transformers fanfic is when you're writing something that includes canonically named characters that have no other given information. trying to flesh out the disappeared cybertronians on the necroworld is so strange bc they're all technically their own named characters but for most of them there is like. no information for them.

all of these names and there's NOTHING to base them off of. it's an empty sandbox to do whatever the hell i want with it (aka giving ravage a tiny army that he brings to sanctuary <3)

edit: my favorite part of the notes in this post are people replying with the names they like, btw. i think everyone should tell me what names they like the most