#diversity in fanfiction

[fbfh]

For all my eddie and lovesick eddie simps with baby fever did you know that your baby does in fact look just like eddie and just like mommy?? Did you know he loses it and blushes and giggles when he looks at your daughter cause he sees you in her even though everyone says she looks just like him????? Well it's fuckin true!!!!

Here are some diverse face claims for eddie x reader's baby girl!!!!!!!

[loganhowlettshousewife]

logan howlett x curvy!reader

series masterlist - my masterlist

warnings: smut, oral (fem!receiving), thigh fucking, mentions of unprotected piv, very soft and loving, anyone can technically read it but it was written with a curvy reader in mind

logan’s hands always somehow find their way to your thighs. he likes to squeeze the flesh, feeling the dips in the fat when his fingers dig into your skin, making temporary divots there that burn with his touch long after he’s let go.

you wish, sometimes, that his fingers would leave marks, a tattoo of his hand on the inside of your thigh, a reminder that the phantom touch you constantly feel was real, and it will be again the moment he finds you after classes are finished, guiding you to your shared room in the mansion and ignoring the calls of both your names as you pass by other mutants vying for your attention.

when he’s angry, when he’s frustrated, when he’s annoyed, his hands end up on your thighs, sneaking under the skirts that you began to wear more often once your relationship with him went from friends to more. he knows you wear them for him, so he can have easy access - you see it in the slant of his mouth, the knowing glint in his eyes, the smirk he flashes in your direction as he traces your thighs under the table.

but it’s not just a balm he uses to soothe the pains of a hard day - even when he’s in a pleasant mood he’ll find some excuse. he’ll claim to deserve a reward for getting through a long day without stabbing anybody with his claws, and when you relent as you always do, he’ll smile as he watches the flesh move, staring like they’re the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen.

his absolute favourite thing is to bury himself between your thighs, eating you out until you’re overstimulated, squirming both away from him and pushing closer, your body unable to decide which it wants. he begs you to crush him, says he’d be grateful to die between your thighs, despite the fact that with his enhanced strength it’s pretty much an impossibility.

it’s what brought you to the here and now, both you and logan completely undressed, your pussy so wet it’s dripping a puddle onto the sheets, logan’s cock achingly hard. but he refuses to fuck you, not yet, not until he gets to spend quality time with his favourite part of you.

he presses kisses to every inch of skin on your thighs, slapping them gently just to watch the fat jiggle, groaning before mouthing another wet kiss onto said patch of skin, making sure to leave you with marks to remind you of him.

“fucking gorgeous, darlin’,” he mumbles against your thigh, nipping and sucking until yet another bruise starts to form. no one ever gets to see these hickeys but you and him - it’s not a way to tell everyone else you’re taken and to back off, not another jealous stunt to keep away potential suitors, instead it’s just for the two of you.

you can’t tell if minutes or hours pass by. your inner thighs burn from the scratch of his beard as he eats you out, tongue and fingers expertly working together to bring you to your peak. he knows your body as well as you do by now, potentially even better since his longer fingers are always able to reach where you never can, and he knows to keep going even when you’re crying and begging that it’s too much. 

the pain of overstimulation fades into a dull pleasure, your mind feeling fuzzy with it. he waits for you to return to yourself before flipping you around, expertly manoeuvring you into whatever position he wants for tonight. it’s easy to give up control to him, easy to let him do whatever he wants to your body, chase his own pleasure after he so generously brought you your own.

you jolt slightly when his hands spread your thighs apart, your eyes fluttering open to observe the sight of him spreading lube on the skin there. he smiles apologetically when you wince at the cold feeling, and rubs it in until it warms up between your bodies.

“this okay?” he asks, and you hum your agreement.

you’ve done this before, him fucking in between your thighs. it makes him cum faster than any other position, makes him go feral in a way you can’t even get by offering to let him cum inside of you. like a touch-starved virgin he never lasts very long, so he always makes sure to get you off before he does anything for himself, arguing that your pleasure is more important than his, that he’d do anything if he knew it’d make you feel good.

it’s horrible and gross and romantic and makes your heart flutter like a butterfly in your chest, your ribs acting as a cage, the only thing stopping it from fluttering so hard it exits your body. sometimes, you feel you might truly die from logan’s words, the softness he never shares with anyone else, the vulnerability he affords you.

he lines himself up to fuck into the tight space between your thighs, moaning at the warm tightness of you around him. he’s gripping at your arms like he doesn’t know what to do with his hands, doesn’t know where to place them, scared to touch you in case he presses too hard, loses himself in the moment and forgets that his strength much surpasses your own. he holds onto you like an anchor before letting go just as quickly, his breathing ragged as his harsh pants and groans sound in your ears.

it’s the most beautiful melody, one you wish you could play on repeat forever, a song for only you.

every thrust has his cock sliding against your wet cunt, the head brushing against your clit in a way that has you arching your back against him, meeting his every thrust, changing the angle so it suits you better and hits that spot every time, sending sparks of white-hot pleasure up your spine.

every moan and cry that passes your lips only works to spur logan on. he’s animalistic as he fucks your thighs, one arm snaking around your chest to pinch and roll your nipple until it hardens into a peak under his ministrations. it’s rapid and sweaty and loud, your pleasure rising so quickly it catches you off guard. one second you’re not and the next you’re on the precipice, shouting out logan’s name in surprise.

it washes over you, like a wave taking you under, and for a few minutes or days or years you’re in total darkness. when you come back to yourself it’s to the feel of sticky cum on your thighs and logan curled around you. he’s patient while your breathing calms, heart rate lowering back down to a normal level before he moves away from you.

“i’m just leaving to run a bath,” he says, waits for your agreement to make sure you’re in the right headspace to be left alone, shuffles into the ensuite bathroom to prepare the ridiculously bubbly baths that you adore and he always complains are excessive.

you hear the sound of the water running, can imagine him kneeling beside the tub with the fancy bubble bath soap that you used to only buy for yourself as a treat but now seems to never run empty. 

he comes back minutes later, though you can’t be certain as your sense of time is a blurred mess, carries you into the bathroom despite your protests that you could probably, most likely, maybe walk on your own the few feet of distance required, helping you into the bath. you sigh as the warm water washes over your muscles, an instant relaxation seeping into your bones, a private smile curling on your lips.

you’re lucky the tub in his bathroom is big enough to accommodate two, allowing him to settle behind you, pulling you into his chest.

“thank you,” you say, twining one of your hands in his, staring at the contrast, his rough calloused hands in yours.

“i know a way you can thank me,” he says, only half serious, his unused hand spreading possessively on your thigh. he knows it won’t happen, not tonight, not right now, but he likes the way it makes you squeal out his name in a reproachful tone. he just laughs, happy, a sound that makes you smile in turn.

diversity december taglist: @raeinyourdreams @meetmypointlessaddiction @chubbyhedgehog @yxtkiwiyxt @isepod @dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes

curvy reader: @spencerswh0r3 @seasonofthenerd @thegothempress @yourlocalmerchgirl

[asleepingsunflower]

*Inhales* PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ @oblique-lane TF2 FANFIC ITS SO GOOD PLEEEEAAAAAAASE

But this piece is inspired by their AMAZING tf2 story called "Anomaly Diversion." It has themes and references to Emesis Blue, so concept of clones, respawn, etc.

I absolutely LOVE how their story is going so far and highly recommend it! you can find their fanfic here on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50959474/chapters/128744074?view_adult=true

Keep up the good work Lane! Can't wait to see what you do with the story next!! >:D also please go follow them on here as well!! They also post awesome art!!

[ishomieokay]

People who say Homelander is not racist crack me up. He is. Hearing people speaking Spanish makes him mad. He promotes anti-inmigration laws. He found out Stormfront waz a Nazi and literally shrugged it off. He refers to a Muslim supe as Captain Al-qaeda 💀

He is racist. He's a Trump parody. That's like his whole thing.

[dragonsbluee]

I have a request for batfam/Jason Todd fanfic writers:

I love the "Jason Todd is a bookworm/theatre nerd" fics as much as the next person, don't get me wrong, but can we please diversify his interests?

90% of the time when I open a fic with that tag, we see Jason reading Jane Eyre or Pride and Prejudice or quoting Shakespeare. And not to say that there's anything wrong with any of those being his favourite but even if he loves to read "classical" books, come on!

You're telling me Jason raised-in-crime-alley-spent-his-formative-years-between-an-eccentric-billionaire-and-an-assassin-cult Todd only reads books by dead white people?!

I refuse! Give me a man who takes to books more than ever after his return to Gotham. Jason, who reads books like I am Woman, A Really Good Brown Girl and White Tears/Brown Scars, then recommends them to the working girls as he establishes his territory. Who reads in multiple languages, and who loves Arabic poetry.

Give me a little "Robin is Magic!" Jason scouring Bruce's library and picking up a copy of The Mahabharata after he's done The Iliad, and spends weeks obsessed with Journey to the West.

Give me a Jason who's read Things Fall Apart, and One Hundred Years of Solitude! The number of quotes and references he could pull that would further support his dramatic tendencies? It would make him so happy!

[whipitgod]

fuck the concept that one partner has to be a bottom and one partner has to be a top! and while im at it, fuck the idea that in order for a pairing to work you need to twinkify/feminize one of of the characters! that just isnt how gay relationships work 95% of the time! most real gay couples are verse, and most gay couples dont follow the stereotype that one person has to be fem and the other has to be masc! stop trying to apply heteronormative relationship dynamics to queer couples!

[solid-white]

I've currently come to the conclusion that there are three types of tf2 fanfiction regarding what the blu team are.

It can either go three ways: the blu team are clones, both the red and blu team are clones or the blu team are their own persons. The third being the most common.

Fanfiction I've found to prove my point:

Anomaly Diversion focuses on both the red and blu teams being clones (created by @/obliquelane) but it leans more on world building.

Kith And Kin focuses on only the blu team being clones (created by @/boredgrace23) but it leans more on the character dynamics.

Foe Yay is about the blu and red team being seperate people (I don't know if they have Tumblr but it's by "ILoveTeamFortressToo" on ao3) but it leans more on the romance.

Pick your poison people, which one is your favourite? The clone theory or the different people theory? These three do a good job at taking the plot hole that tf2 refuses to repair and making their own interpretation by mutilating canon in a way that tears my heart out of my chest and burning it in front of me.

[s-lorelei]

I hate the "omg Sirius is so cute in a skirt and it's even cuter that Remus defends him!" crowd.

I literally cannot stand people who are that delusional.

Can marauders stans please stop saying that they "reclaimed" the characters from JKR? Because you didn't. In fact, you made a horribly monocultured fanon HP world that is the exact opposite of diverse. Using ethnicities that aren't yours for race-swapping characters and not doing any research to write them properly? Not diversity. Making all the characters queer? Yeah, news flash: That isn't diversity.

It would be better if people would normalize writing fanfics where one of the marauders era characters comes out as gay or lesbian and the rest are like, "oh, wow, that's cool." and try to learn and understand their feelings and emotions as a queer person. Straight allies are so endearing and I really don't think anyone realizes that.

Hell, I would die if I saw more than 96 aroace Regulus fics on AO3 istg. He literally screams aroace.

[blacksunrequiem]

Disclaimer: I wrote this post as an enthusiast for Dune: Part Two (2024) and the ‘seductively sick’ portrayal of Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen. Any other thoughts or comments are welcomed and appreciated! TL;DR: The aesthetic choice of Feyd’s blackened teeth aligns well with the widespread custom in ancient Vietnam — a sign of beauty, maturity, and even brutality. Read more below. Original photos belong to their respective owners.

Teeth blackening in Dune: Part Two (2024) through the lens of Vietnamese culture

One thing that mesmerizes me about Feyd in the 2024 Dune movie is his blackened teeth. Not only does this provide an impressive physical appearance for Feyd, but it also reminds me of a long-lost fashionable custom in my home country.

Original inspiration. As far as I know, the film crew creatively invented this aesthetic for the movie from the inspiration of the black mamba (a type of venomous snake in sub-Saharan Africa) and images of geisha with black teeth. Similar to folklore and legends, other countries and ethnicities also dyed their teeth black with their local traditional recipes.

Vietnam-specific. Particularly in Vietnam, teeth blackening was once a popular aesthetic choice for both commoners and noblemen. As teeth blackening was a sign of elegance and decency, it was prevalent for Vietnamese women to adhere to this practice. This custom was deep-rooted as early as 400 BCE and grew so profound as an indicator of being ready for marriage or fierce on battlefields. Side note, Vietnamese people would not dye their teeth black until they came of age; it was indeed a statement of maturity.

A clash between the East and the West. It is also hilarious that until the early 20th century in Vietnam, white teeth were regarded as barbaric; only animals, savages, and evil spirits would have white teeth. During this time, one may casually make a sarcastic remark about pretty girls with white teeth such as “Oh you’ve got a pretty face but your teeth are as white as doggo.” On the contrary, in the eyes of the French colonists, the locals had impressive straight teeth but those were “as black as sewer pipes”.

Cannibalism? In some online discussions, internet users theorize that Feyd’s blackened teeth may indicate cannibalism. This fan theory is reasonable enough, because during World War I, to curb the abuse and bullying from the larger and stronger Moroccans and Senegalese mercenaries to the smaller Annamese counterparts, a French officer spread the rumor that black-toothed people were cannibals and could devour two legs in just an hour, terrifying the African mercenaries and bringing peace to the Annamese ones.

How to? So, without the privilege of wearing an Invisalign filled with black dye like Austin, how did the Vietnamese dye their teeth? In short, one must generally undergo the following stages to dye their teeth black: mouth sanitization, red dyeing, black dyeing, polishing, and maintenance, which on average took around three weeks. It was reported that the first teeth-dyeing session would rather be physically painful due to swelling mouth and lips, stinging sensation of the dyed teeth, and strict dietary restrictions (e.g., refraining from fatty and hot food, smoking).

On another side note, I don’t know exactly what the food that Feyd chewed in the early morning attacking Sietch Tabr and degrading Rabban, but to maintain the sheeny stylish black teeth, ancient and older Vietnamese often practiced betel nut chewing.

Dear Dune fan fic writers, please consider adding this long-lost social custom into your fics; multi-cultural representation would be greatly appreciated and respected.

Please let me know if you want me to delve into greater details of the teeth blackening tutorial in Vietnam. I may do a part two on this for my lovely Feyd and Vietnamese culture if you guys are intrigued!

[organorphan]

pork soda - zombie apocalyspe au

Zombie apocalypse where everyone loses everything in a matter of mere seconds, minutes if you're lucky.

Do you think he will make it out alive?

Maybe.

But at what cost? Is it really worth it he's the last one standing, when he has nobody to share his victory with?

AUTHORS NOTE !

Hello, hello- hi! I FINALLY, FINALLY FOUND A FIC IDEA THAT HAS BEEN STUCK WITH ME FOR A LOONG TIME! I know it's not really original, but I really like the fanart people have made of a marauders zombie apocalypse. I also repeatedly cried over an animatic of a couple of two ocs in a zombie apocalypse (DOOMED RELATIONSHIP, HELLO??) and wept over it, so I decided to write this fic. Song that inspired this fic

AMV that inspired this fic ____ I REALLY LOVE BOTH THE SONG AND THE AMV, PLEASE GO STREAM THEM BOTH! IT WILL NOT WASTE YOUR TIME. anyways I hope you all enjoy the fic, here's a couple warnings: - Lily eventually dies, or becomes a zombie, this takes place a few weeks after James and Regulus start to get closer. (sorry jily stans, you'll have your moment of spotlight soon.) - Excessive character deaths, and they're all brutal, I'll mark it on the chapter notes so you'll be able to skip it, I'll make a summary for all you sensitive peeps, love u 3 - Descriptive violence, drugs, attempted suicide and smoking. (barty i see you barty)

CHAPTER 1

[letsgobarbs]

all this talk about racial diversity in fanfiction writing has me a little teary eyes today (it could also just be my period) but im also feeling very nostalgic. and on a tangent, i would like to thank the girls who especially wrote muslim OCs, and south asian OCs. it does do something weird to your brain to not see yourself represented, especially in a world that seeks to profit and do business on your insecurities, it makes you feel othered or different or even downright unappealing sometimes and then sell you cures and solutions.

so a huge HUGE thank you to everybody writing fanfiction when i was 14/15 who gave me my muslim ocs and south asian ocs. The only people i found who were writing them at the time were Zayn Malik girlies. And I wasn't even a hardcore Zayn girl (or even a huge 1D fan) but I read the fics bc i felt seen in them. and they didn't get their flowers then. I didn't give them their kudos and flowers at the time. And I would love to do so now <33

I still remember the first time I read a fanfiction that was a muslim, south asian OC. And it is such a specific identity that I don't expect to encounter it much. I might not remember the title or the author. But I vividly remember the story, the plot, how it made me feel, how I kept coming back to it. And to anyone who are writing their identities into their fanfiction, I want to remind you that there's probably another 14/15 year old somewhere who looks a lot like you, ignoring your MDNI warning to read what you have written and is going to remember it and it will stay with them in the best of ways.

[loganhowlettshousewife]

logan howlett x autistic!reader

series masterlist - my masterlist

logan understands you better than anyone else. his senses are enhanced from his mutation, every noise hitting him at a higher intensity than it does anyone else, every scent reaching his olfactory receptors no matter how faint. it doesn’t often bother him, it’s something he’s had to deal with his whole life, but there are certainly times when the world around him can become overwhelming in its intensity.

and so he understands you, when things get to be too much for you. he understands, though not in the same way, how it feels when there are too many separate sounds hitting your ear drums, when certain textures make your skin crawl, when the bright fluorescent lights that most places use make you want to collapse to the ground and cry. he doesn’t blame you for being overwhelmed, doesn’t judge you or treat you as if you’re lesser for it.

it’s impossible to truly understand the feelings of autistic overstimulation without being autistic, but logan’s understanding of it comes as close as possible, and you’re forever grateful for his silent support.

you often wonder how you ended up so lucky, to have someone who understands you the way he does, who never complains when he has to cut a date short for reasons that wouldn’t affect anyone else, who removes you from situations he knows will be difficult for you to deal with.

he’s become a safe haven for you. you don’t need to mask when you’re alone with logan. he told you once that he can tell when you’re masking, that there are hints in your scent that betray your true emotions, and every time you find yourself slipping into that persona he pulls you out of it with a gruff “stop that”.

he helps you take off the clothes that feel scratchy against your skin, redressing you in fabrics that he knows will soothe the angry corners of your mind, the ones that scream in a loud cacophony that even you can’t understand, crying out for relief from something. he turns off the lights in the room, sits with you in the dark, doesn’t speak unless you request his voice. he lays down on top of you - a newer development, since he used to vehemently refuse, worried he’d crush you under the weight of his adamantium skeleton - letting the pressure of his body against yours ground you to the present.

and he’ll never utter the words out loud, never speak them into existence under any circumstance, but it helps him too.

it’s been a long time since he’s been allowed to exist in silence like this, and he realises that he likes it when the world isn’t a jarring mess of noises and sights and scents around him. it’s nice to be able to focus on a single feeling rather than continuously compartmentalise the myriad of sensory information being thrown at him. you’ve helped him realise that it’s okay to take time for himself when his brain starts to feel fuzzy and raw and wrong, when the world becomes too much to handle.

he’s not good at being vulnerable, not good at being gentle. he’s rough and gruff and violent, a man born of blood and loss. but the more time he spends with you, the more he realises that perhaps his temper isn’t an inherent facet of his personality the way he’d always assumed, but rather a response to how uncomfortable he always feels, a response to the overstimulation constantly brimming inside him, an outlet for the buzzing under his skin.

he has words now for things he never understood before, concepts floating around in his brain. you’ve changed his life, taught him new things about himself at the old age of 200, when he thought he was surely stuck in his ways, broken beyond repair, an unfortunate mistake.

he’s far from perfect, knows it as surely as he knows his own name. but this, taking care of you, making sure no one bothers you while you come down, overstimulation going from a twenty to a ten to a five, until you can breath again without feeling like your chest is collapsing on itself? this is something he can do.

this, he will always do.

diversity december taglist: @raeinyourdreams @meetmypointlessaddiction @chubbyhedgehog @yxtkiwiyxt @isepod @dis-plus-fanfic-reblog-writes

autistic!reader taglist: @thegothempress

[duelofthefatesmp3]

don't want to be mean but calling the acolyte "boundary pushing" is a little too generous

[amber-in-the-rough]

thinking about how much room for speculation, headcanons and AUs we had over all these years. it seems like in season 6 we'll finally learn about Aaravos' motives, past, secrets, conflicts, about the cube, about Star magic and Deep magic, about Callum's birth father, about the creation of Dark magic, maybe about the meaning of Callum connecting to a primal, about K'ppar, about the Starscraper, about... so many things, actually. Over the years we've been kept in the dark about all those things, there were (and are) a bounty of theories going around. People have come up with so many explanations and wrote so many fics where they speculated on those things...

And now with the s6 coming out the tdp creators are narrowing it all down to a single truth.

What I mean to say is, the time of speculation is probably over... And it makes me sad. I don't even know if I want to know the truth after all these years.

[destroyerofnations92]

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[coolcoolglasses]

SDV Fic and Art Masterpost

Hiya! I'm Gin, a writer and cartoonist. I use this account (@coolcoolglasses) to post my things as well as anything I am interested in! If you'd like just a feed that only reposts my art or fic updates though, please follow @heygingerdee.

All of my Ao3 work can be found here: coolcoolglasses

Pomegranny Farm is a Villager-Forward AU that my bud @floopthecooper and I share! Sometimes we both write, sometimes it's solo! Pelican Town oozes plot hooks, ripe for comedy! I adore the @diversestardewvalley mod and most of our villagers use DSV variants. These stories are in no order because we like the ride, not the destination.

Operation: Get Marnie A New Man (ongoing, holy cow) Marnie deserves better so Shane and Abi team up to throw the whole man away! It has everything! Pelican Town History! Character origins! Secret diaries! And the burn is so, so slow! Featuring: Marnie, Lewis, Marlon, Shane, Abigail

Call Me (complete) Cut content from chapter 29 of Operation Marnie. Leah's a little gremlin. Featuring: Leah, Elliott

Book Signing Comics (complete) We design the covers of "Camellia Station," "Planet Yazzo," and "The Blue Tower." Featuring: Elliott, Jodi, Kent, Leah

Vincent's Super Scary Spirit's Eve Story or: THE SCARY ATTAK OF THE GHOSTS (complete) Vincent writes a creepypasta. Featuring: Vincent, Harvey

PF stories by just me, @coolcoolglasses

Alternative Medicine (hiatus bc OGMANM overtook my brain) Harvey: God damn it I have an MD. Emily: RU SURE ABOUT THAT!? Featuring: Harvey, Emily, M. Rasmodius

A Worthy Goal (complete) A wholesome midlife crisis panic attack. Featuring: Harvey, Elliott

I'm Really Proud of You, Man (complete) Sam is really proud of Shane. Feat: Sam, Shane, Morris

PF stories by just my pal @floopthecooper

Just Friends Bein' Pals (Definitely Not Bein' Jerks) (complete) ASS GANG PRANKS Featuring: Abigail, Sam, Sebastian

Scenes From A Pelican Town Restaurant (ongoing/temp hiatus) A "hold my beer" tale of an alarmingly-relatable blacksmith's fumbles through love and identity. Featuring: Elliott, Leah, Emily, Clint, The Farmer

Smalldew Valley (updates when prompted) Miscellaneous fics spurred by prompts. Featuring: David, David Jr., The Farmer, Linus, Marlon, Welwick, the Witch

Shell Game (complete) Elliott writes a (bad) creepypasta. Featuring: Elliott, Leah

Non-Pomegranny Stories

Pomegranate Sorbet (vanilla SDV, complete) Gossip at the ice cream stand. Featuring: Elliott, Alex, Haley

Broken Hearts Club (vanilla SDV, incomplete) Atypical Farmer comedy-horror story! Farmer Chad Scallions used the Dark Shrine of Forgetfulness so often on the villagers that their brains don't work so well anymore. Also, the ghost of grandpa haunts the farm!