#because i wanna read fanfiction lol

[microwavestim]

im back yay

[iwanttobepersephone]

Okay, you know what. You know what. I wanna know. I've had plenty of people ask me to write fanfics, and every time I say I can't. BUT! I CAN write movie-script esc "fanfics". And I wanna know if people would actually be interested in that? If they are, I can try and figure out how to use A03 if people would rather read on there than Tumblr. But if nobody is interested in "fanfics" that aren't really... stories, just. Descriptions of scenes and emotions. Then I won't bother lol.

I'll have examples below the cut, and also tag a couple people I think (EMPHASIS ON THINK) have asked me to write a fanfic in the past

@permettez-moi (or @golden-bubblebee ? Idk which one you prefer to be tagged for) @solarishashernoseinabook @ragingadhd @dragonslovecoins @rangertessadarling @ranger-tater @reine-du-sourire @biggestqiblifan

The quality WILL be better if it's an actual fanfiction, less references to the reader and more immersed and stuff, but the general writing style/pov probably won't change

[hoardingwordslikeawhore]

Hey gang more nsfw questions/vent(???) Idk uh. Any tips? What do you do for solo aftercare?

FUCK ok this is only the second time its ever happened but it still makes me nervous so uhh for the girlies what do you do abt pcb aka some blood after sex/masturbation

Logically I know its just from being a little too eager and that I should be fine and probably wont have to get it checked out but uhh. Idk. Fuck it this is tumblr dot com why am I being shy. Srsly. Anyways so I went too rough solo and its been a few hours but now I feel kinda small and nervous and ive been gentle w myself but I'm still slightly bleeding and yeah. :/ tips?

[astraea-linden]

Dammit, I read the life changing fanfic everyone said was life changing, and now my life has in fact been changed, and I’m this close to deleting all 90k words of my own fanfic because how the fuck am I supposed to measure up to that??

[boyapologist]

my goooooood I hate hate hate 5 am flights

[comically-callous]

Can I request headcanons for Kurt, Remy, Logan, and Wade being stuck with his gender neutral crush in close proximity please?

Love this 👅👅👅

Wade, Logan, Remy, and Kurt with gn!Reader in close/forced proximity 💕

Warnings!!!: Mild language, tad bit suggestive in a few parts (nothing crazy, don’t get excited), Wade being semi aware that he’s in a fanfiction lol, forced proximity in smallish places

A/n: Hello, I’m back. I liked writing this one, it brought me joy even though I had a mental breakdown halfway through writing it for unrelated reasons. Anyways, requests are open 😛

Wade Wilson:

Wade drags you out to a casino after a successful mission together because you guys are in Vegas and he wants to celebrate!! and definitely not because he wants to spend more time with you

But, of course, as soon as you two exit the lobby area of the casino and enter an elevator, the thing comes to a sudden halt.

“Uh-oh. The good ol’ forced proximity trope. Better get comfortable, Y/n. I’ve read enough fanfiction to know we’re not getting out of here anytime soon.��

Obviously, you call the front desk. But, they tell you it’ll be a while till they can send someone over to get you guys out of here.

Despite the shitty situation, Wade is happy to be spending time with you.

The two of you sit on the floor after a while and even though it’s a pretty spacious elevator, Wade sits right next to you. Like, shoulder to shoulder.

He’s sure to keep you entertained while you wait to be rescued. And by keeping you entertained, I mean he won’t shut the fuck up.

And it’s really all fun and games for him until you show any signs of being genuinely upset or nervous about being stuck here.

That’s when he basically pries the doors open himself and somehow manages to climb through the elevator shaft and fixes the problem himself.

“How the hell did you manage to do that?”

“I can be useful when I want to, hot stuff.”

You guys leave a negative review on the Casino later.

Logan Howlett:

You two have to share a hotel room together while on a mission, and unexpectedly, (say it with me, now) there’s only one bed.

“I can sleep on the floor.”

“I don’t want you sleeping on the floor.”

“Do you wanna sleep on the floor?”

“The bed can easily fit two people. Besides, It’s just for one night.”

“…”

“Come on…. I don’t bite.”

So, now you two are sharing a bed. And to your surprise, he’s being very mindful about it.

He sets up a little wall of pillows between you and says it’s to protect you in case his claws come out while he’s sleeping.

And obviously, you don’t know about it, but he’s pretty nervous.

He knows it’s stupid and he knows he shouldn’t be nervous because it’s not like anything is going to happen between the two of you. But, still.

He gets up once or twice to leave the room to smoke and definitely not to go outside and contemplate every single thing he’s done tonight.

When he comes back, you apologize and he realizes that he’s probably made you think that he’s somehow uncomfortable by your presence.

“Don’t be sorry. I don’t mind this, honestly.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

And so, the two of you get into bed together. Don’t worry. He’s going to be a gentleman about it unless you don’t want him to be 😈

Remy LeBeau:

The two of you are tasked with grabbing some spare blankets from a closet after some of the children at the school ask to build a pillow fort.

Easy enough task, right? Wrong. Somehow the two of you get trapped in the blanket closet together.

One can only bang on a door and shout for help for so long before giving up.

“Don’t worry, Mon Ami. Gambit’ll keep you company.”

The two of you can’t really move too much, both settling for leaning against the walls opposite from one another.

He assures you he wouldn’t mind you getting closer. Which, of course, gets you flustered and you just have to hope he doesn’t notice in the dark.

He’s having a great time. He loves teasing you, and getting to see you get all nervous.

“You sure you don’t wanna get a little more comfortable?”

“It’s fine, really. Someone’s probably realized we’re gone by now. They’ll find us here any minute.”

“Shame. I was hoping we’d get a little more time alone together.”

Anyways, it turns out if there are people looking for you, they’re doing a pretty shitty job, because you haven’t even heard anyone walk by the closet and it’s been nearly 20 minutes.

And Remy knows he unfortunately can’t just stay in here with you forever. So, he’ll knock down the door the second you give him the word.

Kurt Wagner:

You, Kurt, and a couple of the other X-Men take a little road trip. Or are all driving to do a mission. It doesn’t really matter, you’re all in a car together.

You and Kurt end up drawing the short straws and are forced to be crammed into the small backseat together.

Now, could Kurt hypothetically just Bamf over to wherever you guys are going? Probably. But, why would he do that when this is the perfect excuse to spend time with the person he’s been pining after for…. Weeks? Months? Who knows.

It doesn’t matter! He’s happy to be here with you. But, also nervous.

He doesn’t wanna upset you, or weird you out, or make you uncomfortable at all! That’s the opposite of how he wants to make you feel!

So, he may or may not end up basically smushing himself against the car wall.

He chills out eventually and gets comfortable. But, fuck, those first 30 minutes were ROUGH.

You two get to talking and he’s just so happy to be spending time with you. So happy his tail subconsciously wraps around your ankle.

You either don’t notice or don’t say anything. Either way, the tail stays there.

After a couple hours, your eyelids start to feel heavy. And before you know it, you’re asleep. On Kurt’s shoulder. AND HE’S FREAKING OUT ‼️‼️

-Y/n? Y/n? Mein Gott….”

And that’s the last thing he manages to get out before going completely ghost and still. He wants you to get your rest.

Eventually he falls asleep too. Turns out the two of you get very good rest when sleeping together. Maybe you should do it more often.

[cains-daughters]

dating stefan salvatore headcannon (pt 1?)

needed to start my own fanfict page to scratch my own nasty, daydreaming mind because i'm rewatching my fave shows/movies n im obsessed (sorry for typos its 2am n i dont care)

warning: some nsfw shit, minors go away

he's literally the type of guy that your grandma wants you to marry

he feeds the sapiosexual bitches; conversations with him are so fucking intellectually stimulating and while he's talking about a topic/explaining it, you're just staring at him like "this man is so damn smart... I need to ride him" (lol)

has history teacher vibes/has teacher kink vibes sorry but he would def see how turned on you get while he's talking and use it to his advantage

slow mornings with stefan>>>>>>

hearing "good morning baby" as he's stretching/getting closer/putting his arm under your tits to hug you while you're still in bed😵‍💫😵‍💫

he will def love to spend alone time with you, just being in each others solitude while being in the same room reading, writing, drinking coffee or just thinking

you basically give him the opportunity to create more peace and silence in his life in between all crazy shit

because you're not in the supernatural world, he would try so fucking hard to protect you from even knowing of it. will even compel you without thinking at the beginning if you find out and would confess everything if it puts you in a life threatening situation

people will use this to their advantage but somehow he got Damon to be protective over you and you will have both of their protection

Damon can't stand how you complement each other, he feels like having two Stefans giving him advice but he mostly listens to you because you're hot to him lmao

When you first met Damon all he could do is disrespectfully flirt with you just to make Stefan mad

Stefan writing you poems, novels and dedicating journals for you in which he writes love letters (I NEED HIMMM)

he loves slow, deep, intimate makeout sessions. having you on his lap or sitting infront of him while he's holding you with one hand on the lower back and another one on the back of your head guiding you while he grips your hair not hard enough to hurt but hard enough to want him to face fuck you <3

he's dominant, he truly enjoys leading you and not just sexually, he will always be giving you non-sexual dominance like guiding you in crowded spaces, makes decisions for you if you need assistance, will be watching you/making eye contact with you if not together in the same room

he loves having you sit on his feet while your head rests on his lap and he caresses your face and plays with your hair (I NEEEED HIIIMMMMMUGHHHHH) (also this gives me Klaus/Elijah Mikaelson vibes im dead)

im so tired, but i will sleep thinking about our daddy Stefan Salvatore AMEN and i wanna write more shit PEACE

[wisterialwhymsy]

his golden hues to your shattered soul

han jisung x gn! reader  wc: 2k warnings: detailed description of a panic attack and a flashback, in depth talks about abuse/manipulation, non-sexual nudity, not super proofread, hurt/comfort, so fluffy, santa a/n: this is deeply personal, (i sobbed whilst writing it) but i wanted to share in case it brought anyone comfort <3 also partially based off of a song i wrote lols

"Hey love, you okay?" Your boyfriend asks from his spot in your bed. Tonight was supposed to be another normal sleepover, where you doom scroll together before curling up and falling asleep watching an anime.

You take a deep breath, trying to ignore your spiralling thoughts and the tears pricking at  your eyes.

"Yeah." You whisper hollowly. "Just... read something I shouldn't have." You try to control your breaths, try to breathe in deeply but you begin to feel yourself inhale and exhale sharply and uncontrollably.

"Woah, hey, hey baby." Jisung soothes, moving to sit in front of you, holding your hands in an attempt to ground you. "It's okay. Do you want to tell me what happened?"

You barely notice the tears spilling down your face as you hyperventilate, avoiding eye contact. “I-” Your voice breaks as you begin to spiral out of control, too far gone to bring yourself back.

“It’s so silly. It’s so stupid.” You mutter, your insides and thoughts twisting into a coil of knots.

"Baby, I promise it's not stupid." He says, resting his hand on your face and gently wiping away your flowing tears. "Hey, look at me." 

You look at him and suddenly you break, you immediately jump into his lap, hiding your face in the indent of his neck as you sob.

"Oh honey. It's okay, I've got you." He murmurs, holding you tight and drawing gentle, soothing shapes on your back.

“You’re safe.” He draws zigzags along your spine. “I love you, and I’ve got you.” He traces a swirling spiral along your skin. “You’ll be okay.” He murmurs against the side of your head.

He continues to hold you, whispering comforting words in your ear, as your sobs turn to hiccups and your breathing slows. He moves to situate the two of you more comfortably against your bed-head as he gently presses soft kisses to your hair.

"Do you wanna talk about it sweetheart?" He murmurs into your hair, continuing to draw soothing, invisible patterns down your spine.

"Don't wanna upset you." You mumble tearily into his shoulder.

"Don't worry about me baby. I'm here for you. If you want to tell me, I’m here to listen." He comforts you, continuing to press soft kisses to your hair.

You lean back, "Promise you won't laugh?" You look into his eyes, taking note of the care and concern reflected in them.

"I promise baby." He takes your hand in his.

You look away, too embarrassed to make eye contact. "I was reading fanfiction about you..." 

"Why love? I'm right here." He inquires, head tilting and brow furrowing  in confusion.

"I don't know!" You exclaim, tears springing to your eyes again. "I was bored!" 

"Okay, okay, I'm not judging baby." He hugs you close to his chest, hoping the new position would ease your worries about eye contact and make you more comfortable. "Then what?" He gently traces invisible lines along your arm.

"I stumbled across a random one, and I read the warnings and I thought I'd be fine." You lament, voice thick with anguish.

"Then I read it and..." You pause, voice breaking as fresh tears spill down your face once again. 

"Ji..." You say and you must sound so broken because you hear him inhale sharply. "They made you sound just like them." He hums in melancholic recognition, knowing exactly who you were talking about.

"And I know that it's fiction." Your voice quivers, "But it just brought me back to that. And them." 

You feel so broken, exactly like you had with them– shattered and haphazardly stuck back together a million times until you were shaped into who they wanted you to be. A misshapen and distorted resemblance of the person you once were. They had destroyed you so many times, chipping away at your identity, your ideals and your self worth. Then they glued you back together, proclaiming their love for you and promising change. And yet, they immediately fractured you again, often before the glue had even dried. This endless, almost monotonous repetition of torment and control left you fragile- collapsing in on yourself with a single sentence, just as they desired.

Now, even years later, you still fractured easily, but Jisung was there to decorate your sharp edges with golden paint and piece you back together. Always holding you gently as you cried, whispering soft nothings that somehow meant everything- his golden light shining through the cracks in your broken person.

Your chest tightens with guilt, guilt that Jisung was the one being made to fix the mess you now were.

You suddenly hear him sniffle and you immediately pull back, confused and concerned. 

You notice tears streaming down his face as he looks at you with a heartbroken expression.

"Wait, no. Don't cry. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you." You stand to try and leave but you're immediately stopped by hands wrapping around your waist as he hugs you, his face pressed into your back as he cries.

"I love you so much. So. So. So much. I will never, ever, ever hurt you like that, or treat you as anything less than the amazing person you are. You are so incredibly strong and I am so proud of you and so privileged to be part of your journey." You feel sobs wracking your body and you swear you feel the warmth of his love flowing into you as he pulls you into his lap. 

"You are my world, and I will never understand how anyone treated you as anything less than that. I adore you more than life itself, I worship the very ground you walk on and I will never do anything less." He turns you so that you’re facing him and you wrap your arms around his neck and you cry together.

“I am so, so, so proud of you baby.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead as he rubs soft circles into your waist. “They're so lucky that they're in a different country, otherwise I swear to god I will hunt them down." He emphasises the last part, making you giggle through your tears.

"I love you. So much. You could never be anything like them. I'm sorry for overreacting." You nestle your face into the crook of his neck.

"Whoaaa. Excuse me! You did not overreact. You have trauma. You had a panic attack." He gently brushes your hair out of your face. "It happens baby. I'm just glad I was here for you like you're always here for me." Tears spring to your eyes once again, however this time it's more out of the sheer love you feel for the man in front of you.

“How are you so pretty when you cry?” You whisper, gently wiping away the tears decorating your lover's face as he laughs.

“You’re pretty all the time.” He murmurs looking up at you as though you’ve strung the stars that now shine in his eyes.

He falls backwards, making you lay down on top of him. 

“Gonna marry you someday.” He cooes as he falls backwards, pulling you down to lay on him as you blush.

“You feeling better now?” He asks sleepily, eyes closed as he rubs your back.

“Much better.” You hum, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of his nose, making him giggle.

“You know one thing that would make me feel even better.” You scheme as he suspiciously opens one eye to peek at you.

“Bubble bath?” He whispers excitedly, making you gasp.

“HOW DID YOU KNOW?” You exclaim, giggling as he hugs you tight, pressing chaste kisses to your neck and cheeks.

“Husband's intuition,” he smiles at your giggles.

“Ohhh. Did you get a promotion?” You smile down at his beaming face.

“Not yet. But soon.” He flirts, making you blush. 

“Cutie.” he whispers before pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

Later, he slides in behind you, his bare chest pressed against your back and his chin resting on your shoulder as the two of you play with the bubbles.

He smiles at you when you turn, unprepared for your bubble attack that leaves him looking like a wise, old man.

You laugh at his shocked expression. “You look like Santa!”

“Ho, ho, ho?” He says hesitantly, making you laugh harder. You turn properly, resting your chin on his chest as you float above him.

“I love you so much.” You whisper, smiling up at him.

“I love you too sweetheart.” He smiles down at you as he tries to remove the bubbles, making you giggle. 

Suddenly you’re being pulled up and you squeak as the cold air bites at your arms.

Jisungs arms wrap around you, holding you up, faces inches away from each other.

“Hi,” he says, eyes locked onto your lips.

“Hi baby.” You murmur, bringing your gaze down to his lips.

“You’re pretty.” He whispers, looking back at your eyes.

Instead of replying you cup his face and press your lips to his. He immediately kisses you back and your lips work in unison, a push and pull of love, adoration and desire.

You pull back, “You’re prettier.” You press kisses to his round cheeks, his neck and his chest, making him giggle.

���── .✧.�� .✧. ───

The two of you lay there for what feels like an eternity. 

“Ji,” you whine, “The waters cold.”

“D’you wanna get out?” he mumbles, lazily chasing droplets of water down your back with his finger.

“No…” you groan dramatically, making him laugh.

“Come on bub. Time to get out.” he says, patting your back.

“Fine” you grumble, gently extracting yourself from his limbs before standing up and wrapping a towel around you. Grabbing another one you spin, careful to help your clumsy partner out of the tub before you wrap him in a towel, using the motion as an excuse to hug him.

The two of you giggle as you dry each other off, pressing soft kisses to every inch of bare skin you can reach.

“Go stand outside, I’ll sacrifice myself and pull the plug out.” You laugh before doing as he says.

You giggle as you hear the sound of the drain groaning and his soft footsteps as he runs to escape the sound. All of a sudden you’re being picked up as he carries you towards your room, dropping you on the bed in a mess of laughter and towels.

“Which pyjamas will it be tonight, my liege?” He asks, dramatically opening your wardrobe.

You hum, considering your options before your eyes light up. “Can we wear the matching ones?”

“The cinnamoroll ones?” he asks, smiling as he searches for them.

You excitedly hum in confirmation as he pulls out the matching set, tossing it onto the bed beside you. He helps you get dressed, despite your complaints, gently pulling the light blue, fuzzy pants up your leg before kissing your stomach, making you giggle. He then pulls the dark blue cinnamoroll hoodie down over your head, pressing a soft kiss to your lips as he ruffles your now fluffy hair.

He pulls back to go and to put his set on but you stop him, pulling him close before quickly switching positions so that he’s now seated on the bed. You press a soft kiss to his lips before you gently clothe his legs with the soft, dark blue fabric. As you stand up, he pulls you close, resting his chin upon your tummy and wrapping his arms around your waist as he looks up at you.

“I love you so much.” He murmurs, looking almost starstruck.

“I love you too beautiful, thank you for everything.” You run your fingers through his hair for a moment before noticing the goosebumps adoring his arms. You lean over and pull the fluffy, light blue cinnamoroll hoodie onto him and he immediately pulls you onto his lap once the soft, warm fabric engulfs him.

He presses kiss, after kiss to your lips, gently holding you as you cuddle together.

Later, when the two of you are curled up comfortably in your bed, you rest your head on his chest, smiling at the soothing rhythm of his heartbeat.

“I wonder if we’ll ever go on tour to their country…” Jisung muses out loud.

“JI! NO!” You gasp, sitting up and smacking his arm as he giggles. 

This is a work of fiction, based entirely on my personal perception of him, and does not reflect his actual character or actions.

[lover-of-mine]

I need to read something buddiee.... Whats your favorite buddie fic? And your favorite that you have written? If you don't mind sharing ofc! Thanksss~

My all time favorite buddie fic is listen to you breathing (is where I wanna be), I legit reread this every month, it as presumed dead fic that makes me cry my eyes out every time but it is AMAZING. @buckgettingstruck recommended me Buck Day Afternoon and I've been thinking about it since I read it lol. when the hardest part is over is a short Eddie begins coda that I think about all the time. the stick-around fundamentally changed me as a person and has the best opening line I've ever seen in fanfiction. Don't take the money is time loop lawsuit fic that might be the only good lawsuit fic I've ever read. drench yourself in words unspoken is a fic where everything is the same but Eddie is a best selling romance author and Buck is reading his books that I just love. a night in early october is a shorter getting together fic that I read a lot because it feels warm, I don't know how else to explain, it makes my heart warm.

And written by me, my favorite fic I've written is tell me how it feels (say it ain't so) and i love that it is my most popular fic lol it's a fic dealing with the cemetery scene. Followed by it's gravity after all, where Buck and Eddie are trapped in an elevator and talking shit out. Wedding bells were just alarms is my most recent fic and has my favorite getting together I've ever written, where Buck proposes to Natalia, picks a fight with Eddie and they proceed to have a really bad week. I need to recommend this one because I want people to read it even tho I know why people aren't reading it, but in too deep to find a safe way out it's a very short, deep with the imagery, unrequited love type thing of Eddie realizing his feelings during madneys wedding. And people seem to like in case you don't live forever, that one is Buck and Eddie trapped in a collapsed building.

[daylesspax]

Favorite transformers ship, favorite mech out of all of them (or a list)

and fic recs? Just because I wanna get to know you

Okay! So sorry it took so long to answer this, lmao

My favorite ships rotate every month depending on what fanfiction I’m reading

Currently, my favorite ship is Jazzprowl!

My favorite character also rotates depending on the fanfictions I’m reading, but Rodimus is a classic for me ;)

For fic recommendations… wow, I have a lot but I obviously can’t name all of them so I’ll give a short list of some good ones (almost all of them are finished)

The Crime in Crystals series by Aard_Rinn, amazing Jazzprowl and exquisite world building and storytelling! Super fun and amazing badass moments!

And I Alone Have Escaped To Tell You by astolat, a time travel fic centering around a G1ish Cyclonus, very fun time with an engaging plot and incredible characterizations! I adore this rendition of the classic Cyclonus!

Echoes of Messatine by MileMusketeer… Ooh boy, this one is a doozy. This fic is a long-term commitment, and it will take you for a ride— Megatron angst and dark topics galore!

The Echo Garden by AltraViolet is a classic in my opinion, a masterpiece in worldbuilding and some truly professional work on Soundwave’s character arc! Some of the most well-done content on the Rodimus/Soundwave ship, on the use of dimension travel, and with the Lost Light in general!

Attack on Prime by melishade! Because of course I’m going to promote it lol, this is an incredible, in-depth crossover story of Attack on Titan and Transformers Prime— I consider this a personal classic and one of the best TF crossovers I’ve had the joy of experiencing :)

I have none-TF recs too but I really don’t feel like listing more… 😅

Read my fic, Exception, too if you want, idk, I think I did okay on it

[lookingforhappy]

TUA: Young Blood Review??

yeah idk what to call this but I wanna talk about this book so bad so here's my thoughts

General (Spoiler Free) Review

It's pretty good! solidly between Okay and Good on my rankings which is honestly a really good outcome for me as I was worried it was going to be much worse.

There's some continuity errors with the lore the show has established (I will go over this later), but they're not glaring, just vaguely annoying because there's some pretty easy ways to fix them (I'll also explain later). But there's also some more fun additions to the lore that's in keeping with the show and the characters.

(there were also quite a few typos that were missed but it wasn't overwhelming, just noticeable enough that they probably should have caught them before they were published - at least one sentence is missing a word and several words are spelt wrong including in one instance the name of one of the OCs)

I could list all the aspects of it that are "okay" but I think u get the picture. in all honesty it's fairly unobtrusive which again, for me, is glowing praise lmao.

I thoroughly enjoyed this book despite all of the issues (that I will pull apart beneath the read more). In fanfiction terms I think it's best described as "fluff" as not much really happens but it's an interesting exploration of the Umbrella's, their powers, and their attitudes in the months before Ben's death.

major spoilers review under the cut ↓

and now, we shall tear this bitch apart lol

Continuity Errors

There's only one big issue that I have and that is the Umbrella's knowing that there were other children born on 1st October 1989. which they repeatedly refer to as october 1st children in the book.

The Hargreeves don't know that there's others, outside of the 7 of them, born with powers to mothers who weren't pregnant. They believe, and were likely told or manipulated by Reginald into believing, that he adopted all of the special children.

as is said in 2x10:

Lila is the first of the other 43 (+?) kids that they meet and is the one to reveal that there were others born with powers like them.

In the book, the Hargreeves' all know that there were other children born with powers (ch23 pg 164). and it's not a throw away line as a big part of the plot is that they meet Ryan, another of the 43.

which... kind of annoying and easily fixable. here's how I would've worked around this issue while still preserving the plot:

Ryan's powers are the ability to determine and gift powers to others. He is unable to gift himself powers and unable to gift new powers, change powers, or remove the powers of the 43. His powers also require a fair amount of effort on his part, as well as his physical touch to bestow them. When he uses his powers, and when those he's gifted with powers use them, earthquakes occur in that persons vicinity and toxic (flammable) dust appears in the air.

note the dust, the dust is the crux of my fix:

Instead of the Umbrella's realising that Ryan is one of the 43 due to prior knowledge, have them blame the powers on the dust making them hallucinate. Once the firefighters arrive and begin evacuating and putting out the fires after Ryan is dealt with, have them blame the hallucinations vanishing on the dissipating of the dust.

Or, have Reginald pose this to the Umbrella's and manipulate them into believing his story rather than their own eyes.

To prevent the universally disliked "it was all a dream" trope have Ryan's existence as a member of the 43 be confirmed to the reader through another POV, such as a third party, Reginald, Pogo or Grace.

Other/Minor Continuity Errors

The siblings consistently refer to Reginald as "Hargreeves" when in the show they almost always call him "Dad"

Diego says he painted his room black because he likes the colour black, but in the show his room is white/greenish with blue and brown wooden accents

Diego also says he hates the Umbrella Academy uniform and that he thinks it's too "cute" and that they should wear black uniforms instead... but in the show, the uniform changed styles between 2002 and 2006 to be a black spandex/leather thing

and Luther continues to wear a version of this outfit into his young adulthood

Since this book is set in 2006, the year that Ben dies, that doesn't give the Umbrella's much time to change (and for this to be one of the outfits that Allison remembers well enough to recall with Claire).

Ben is also a strange case in this book as his powers are more readily described, yet his powerset/style is more consistent with Sparrow Ben or with the new trailer than the actual Umbrella Ben.

The first issue is that Umbrella Ben's powers are only seen 2 - 3 times, but he uses them in a specific way each time:

he lifts/opens his shirt

the horror only comes out through his stomach

he seems to have little or no control over the tentacles themselves

he seems to be in pain or to be struggling each time

he doesn't seem able to move once he summons the tentacles

so it seems that this is the most effective way that Ben is able to use his powers,

however, Sparrow Ben's powers are a lot more controlled:

he is able to control indivdual tentacles with finesse

he doesn't need to lift his shirt but instead summons the portal over the top of his clothes

is not in visible pain or discomfort while summoning them

he is not stuck to one position while using his powers but instead uses them to traverse his environment

and in the s4 trailer his powers seem to have changed even more:

his tentacles are now emerging from his back, not his stomach

he is fully suspended in the air, his weight only supported by the tentacles

now, the Ben in this book has:

tentacles that emerge from his back

is suspended mid air by said tentacles at least twice

has the finesse to use his tentacles to pull a fighting Luther and Diego apart with injuring them.

He also rips his shirt everytime he summons the tentacles and has openings sewn into his uniform by mom to allow them to exit.

obviously this is a strange merging of all three Bens so far which ends in the continuity issue of Umbrella Ben's powers being more refined in this book, set months or weeks before his death, than they ever were while he was that bit older, and dead.

The book also makes a big deal about them not being able to wear anything other than the uniform, but Allison has a lot of clothes in her room as a kid and is seen wearing casual clothes in multiple magazines and posters

aside from Five, it's implied that all the others have casual clothes and are allowed to wear what they want during their free time.

Other Gripes

these aren't particularly big issues but they are choices that I don't personally agree with. If you enjoy/ed these choices then fair play.

I'm not personally fond of the use of the name Viktor and he/him pronouns in a prequel setting, as I'd prefer realism rather than pretending he's always been Viktor. plus I feel like we all know that he's Viktor. But he doesn't yet, and neither does anyone else. So to have Viktor consider why he dislikes the name "Viktor" and wants to change it is a little strange and not very well articulated when the name they're talking about is "Vanya".

I respect that Elliott Page prefers this attitude towards his identity pre-transition but in the context of fiction, and of Viktor specifically, I find it a little unneccesary and overly complicated.

Ben also "dies" temporarily on this mission and the medical inaccuracy continues to bug me.

s1 was so good at showing that they're still human and prone to injury. Diego ends up in a sling because of a bullet nick and Five is caught in an explosion he set off. But in the book Ben falls maybe 4 stories and is unresponsive, so Allison begins CPR without checking for a pulse or breathing. Ben is resuscitated almost immediately and has almost no complications from literally being dead after falling from that height.

It's not only completely disregarding the themes season 1 set, but also a really quite tacky fake-out.

The kids also drive to the party but forget the car and walk back in less time than it took to drive, and without shoes in Allison's case.

Grace is treated as though she is non-sentient. after all of the work and love and care that season 1 poured into showing that Grace did develop sentience, and the ability to love, to see her treated by every member of the academy (Diego isn't innocent either, though he is the nicest) as a machine is saddening.

in s1 she is trapped behind programming and unable to voice her opinions because of that. not because she wasn't sentient. her sentience and love for her children does peek through until she is eventually set free by Diego and Pogo.

her hint to Luther and Allison that she dissapproved of Reginald

her expressing her feelings of longing and loneliness through the painting she imitates

and then her immediately escaping the house with Diego to get out from under Pogo's watch and to confess her part in Reginald's plan

she is so much more than a robot that doesn't understand jokes, movie references, glitches when asked a question she doesn't know the answer to, and throws away clothes that her kids might want.

Ryan himself felt very underdeveloped. We know his powers, and that he's a very good manipulater/public speaker. We also know that he likes Bach and beer, but not modern music. He's lonely and trying to surround himself with friends and those loyal to him by gifting everyone powers.

but all we know of his origins is that he's from a small town called Dobbsville just upstate from the Academy. He dislikes his "friends" from there as they treated him like the only one without powers, and has a bad enough relationship with his family/guardians that he ran away to the City and gifted enough people powers that they let him live in their college dorm (probably illegally and) for free.

We don't know his last name, his family situation, the reason he ran away from home and towards the Academy when he feels fightened and threatened by them. etc etc.

He feels so open and undefined... it's so strange.

Good Things

because I did actually enjoy this book and maybe let's end on some compliments instead

Diego discovered his powers aged 2 & a half by throwing a knife and perfectly shattering a glass - and Reginald being pleased about it

Reginald told Viktor when he was 12 to take a pill anytime he felt uncomfortable - explaining why Viktor takes his pills after emotional upset rather than at a specific time in s1

The scene where they got dressed for the party was fun, I loved the rationale for their outfits and that Allison and Luther were dressed according to the old movies they'd watched rather than anything people would usually wear to parties.

Reginald manipulating them into going to the party just to neutralise Ryan. despite the continuity errors I loved that Reginald knew all along. I was about to be disappointed that they'd gone the route of making him oblivious but I loved this twist.

The Academy becoming unpopular due to Five's disappearance - he seems to be thought of as dead by the public which made them realise that they're not a "cute" organisation and then the support waned considerably until there's barelyanyone left who cares.

[deelavis]

“You s-said,” Near gasps, “that you— that you take g-good care of— of your things.” “Aw,” Mello coos, condescending as can be. “You wanna get taken care of, Near?”

-I Want To Hold You (Hostage) by @neallo / @blondiest

This fanfiction is absolutely stunning. I first fell in love with this ship back when I was in middle school (a long time ago I'm 28 lol) and recently fell back into it when a friend had a Death Note themed costume birthday party. I was so happy to find what a beautiful fandom still existed and all of the talented people making new content.

The first piece I read by Neallo was There's Nothing I Hate More Then What I Can't Have and I was instantly enthralled. I mean feet kicking under the covers, giggling like a school girl, to the point where my partner started asking me after every giggle, "What did Mello do now?" Their fanfiction truly makes me feel the same joy I felt when I first got into fandom. When I was reading I Want To Hold You (Hostage) I knew I had to make art of it. Their work not only nails the character's dynamic and voices, it is also so sexy and well paced. At this point I could write an embarrassingly long think piece/love letter on their body of work so I'll stop while I'm ahead. Please if you haven't read it, add it to your list.

Full (nsfw) art below the cut

I truly do not know if this is too much with tumblr's new guidelines on art so if I have to take down the full image you can find it at this dropbox link where I'll be posting the uncropped versions of all explicit fanart (frankly because I hate using twitter)

[jaylaxies]

Hiii I'm like new to your account and I've a fic of yours which i can't seem to remember the name of (im sorry) and i really liked it. The way you write is immaculate. Okay now I know how this sounds, I've read a lot of fics and I hate HATE how they have grammar errors. Like I'm not talking about using 'there' instead of 'their' or 'was' instead of 'were' or something, I'm talking about misspelling the members' names, using censors like '$' or '0' for seemingly casual works, using exclamation marks when it's not even needed. Like I get it if you misspelled a word, it happens, forgotten to add a comma, or something, but repeatedly writing 'Heesung' instead of 'Heeseung' like NO. That's a red flag for me 🙋‍♀️. And the best part? YOUR FIC HAD NONE OF THOSE 🤸‍♀️🤸‍♀️ NOT A SINGLE COMMA MISSING, NOT ONE SPELLING ERROR. I'm not a native English speaker, heck I've never even been around someone who's one, but I know good writing when I see it. 😐. You should consider seeing that as a profession, because you write better than some authors who've published actual hard cover books (colleen hoover i'm looking at you). Like it doesn't seem like fanfiction anymore when you write it (it's a good thing) , and that's on reading one fic. The purpose of this post was to ask for some fic recs from you (that you've written) and ig it got too long lol. That's it and have a nice day/night (idk)

Also idk if you do this but can I be 🧗‍♀️ anon please? (I said please)

ohmygod hihi anonnie 😭 the things you listed out?? like yes those things bother me a lot too im not gonna lie, if i see someone writing heesung instead of heeseung it just pisses me off for some reason?? but thank you sm for your kind words aaa english isn’t my first language so i’m still not very confident about my writing but i do wanna write more, and this honestly made my dayy thankyou so much anonnie 💗 here are some recs:

conflict of interest — heeseung

rewrite the starts — jay

rule number one: don’t fall in love — jake

roman holiday — jake

a reunion to remember — sunghoon

[u1dh]

My Bowser x reader ideas:

Bowser seeking refuge in your kingdom after he escapes Princess Peach's imprisonment.

Princess Peach using you as Bowser bait cause she's sick of being kidnapped n shit (you're totally into it, tho).

Princess Peach x reader x Bowser? I've literally got nothing else cuz I've had Bowser brainrot for a few months now, but omg..... 🫣

This is probably the one I like the most, and the one I've put the most thought into (under cut):

While Bowser is still in Princess Peach's captivity, you wander around his kingdom just cause you think it's cool and like, who's gonna stop you anywayz?

Eventually Kamek and the rest of the Koopa Troop notice you, but they don't really care because they're too busy trying to figure out how to aid Bowser in his escape, along with running the kingdom without him (I'd imagine that mostly lies on Kamek).

You figure hey, you dig this place, and you're bored as hell. Why don't you just become the new ruler for a little while? And that's what you propose to them.

They decide to entertain you, knowing that a random little human isn't gonna be able to do much harm anyway. They don't expect it to go much farther than being an inside joke, but they're surprised when they find out that they actually... Like you? And you're kind of good at this? And it's kind of nice to not have a huge fire-breathing beast with anger issues over their shoulders all the time??? Kamek is also enjoying his much needed break, so it just ends up not being a joke anymore. You're just their ruler now, and they're chill with it.

Anyway, when Bowser inevitably gets out, drama ensues, and it's kind of like a weird custody battle. Reader and him start off on a really bad foot, and they consider each other enemies at first. The only thing that stops Bowser from murking you on the spot is Kamek (lucky, lucky you!), and it is very physical. We're talking movie Bowser here so, he doesn't really care about what's best for his kingdom or what they want fr.

Anyway, a lot of the Koopa Troop really, really like you, but they are also loyal to their king, and let's be real: some of the troop could probably go without Bowser, but that simply isn't allowed. So, you guys basically have to co-parent the troop, even though you hate each other. They even pick a favorite "parent," lol.

Obviously the relationship will escalate to more of a romantic one once you guys really get to talking and interacting or whateva... and yeah.

There's still a lot for me to figure out like, where does this reader even come from? What draws them to the Koopa Kingdom? Do the Koopa Troop aid Bowser in his escape, or do they get carried away with you being their ruler and he ends up having to escape himself?

Lots for me to think about, and lots of plot holes to fill... but I wanted to know what you guys think of this. Is it something you'd be interested in reading? Does anything already seem inaccurate our OOC?

Oh and btw, if you wanna use some of these ideas in your own works, I don't care!!! Go crazy with it! I'm not necessarily new to writing fanfiction, but I've never been particularly good at it so... if I never end up writing these ideas into real stories, I really don't want them to go to waste! I'm going to try my best, but y'know... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I think it'd be fun to see others takes on these prompts anyway.

I really love Bowser, and there is not enough x reader fanfiction to satisfy me. I just had to post something... I'm going crazy!!!!!!!!! Feral, even! Help me!! 😩

[lacrimosathedark]

Question for my fellow asexuals: is it "normal" to be grey or demi and also be sex-repulsed? Or like...part-time sex-repulsed?

Because I feel like I'm like...situationally sex-repulsed?

I have never been comfortable with even the thought of sex. I personally hate when movies have scenes of it even though you don't really see anything, I cringe and try to cover my eyes and ears or full on walk out of the room. I've only recently started to be not disgusted by sexual images. The sheer amount of pwp fanfiction annoys the fuck out of me. The thought of participating, in general, makes me wanna crawl out of my skin and bleach it because of all the body fluids and physical contact and just BLECH. And don't even get me started on the fucking noises ugh literally fucking gagging rn.

Like the whole thing makes me vaguely nauseous.

But I often can read it just fine, and I find I enjoy it if there's a romantic context and/or buildup to it. And if I think about participating in that kind of context it seems...interesting if nothing else. Like, not nearly as revolting as it sounds otherwise.

So I'm not always grossed out by it. Just about 90% of the time.

I just wanna know if that's like, "normal" or if it's a me thing. I know I'm weird but I like to know when I'm weird because I'm me and when I'm weird because I don't know how other people work lol

[bonesandthebees]

HOW DO YOU WRITE SO WELL

like, the general way you write omfg i was hoping to get some tips since i want to get into the type of writing you do (idk the name lol)

your fics have just not left my mind at all and i wanna learn how you make them stick

aw thank you that's so sweet! I'm so glad you enjoy my stories :D

as for your question, I always say this and it's not really the 'fun' answer or the one that people want to hear but the truth of the matter is that I got good at writing by writing. a lot. I've been writing on a near daily basis since I was 13 or so. I started writing original stories, but later when I was 15 I got into fanfic and really thrived using that as writing practice. regardless of whether or not you post what you write, just the act of putting words down is going to help you. whether that be rewriting movie scenes with your favorite blorbos or coming up with the most self indulgent fluffy stuff that you never want to see the light of day, or plotting out massively expansive stories with grand plots and worldbuilding, no matter what it is it's going to help you gain a natural sense for rhythm and word choice and all that stuff.

besides practicing writing, reading is also very helpful for improving your writing. and I don't mean reading fanfic. while of course there is some amazing fanfiction out there, you do actually need to read published novels as well. now I'm not saying you have to go out and read the entire book list from your 9th grade english class (although classic novels are incredibly important and beneficial to read), but just read any books. try to branch out into new genres. if you're only interested in reading YA romance, sure go for it, but once you get in the swing of reading regularly you should look for recommendations in other genres. there are a ton of lists online that will tell you "if you like X book then you'll love Y-" so try to find those. don't limit yourself to books only meant for one demographic. you'll get the most benefit for your writing from reading widely and seeing how many different types of authors do things. you can pick apart different writing styles and figure out what you like about each, then try to emulate that in your own work. do you like when descriptions are kept short but use very vivid language? try doing that in your own writing when setting a scene. do you like when a characters thought process starts rambling on and on for multiple paragraphs, really giving the reader a sense of their inner mind? try doing that yourself.

experiment! practice! have fun with it! write what you want and try not to get too caught up in what's going to 'get popular' or anything because then you'll just make yourself miserable if you don't get the hits you want. of course that's easier said than done but try your best to hold onto the mindset of writing for yourself first and foremost. make the stories you want to read.

hope that helps!