#fan art of fanfiction

[alexanderwesker]

Just realized since I randomly found your blog on Tumblr the other day after being on your ao3 since basically the start of aToL, I can finally give you the terrible fan art I made years ago, literally the first fanart I did for any fic ever :D its pretty bad and I've improved since but your writing inspired me to art more and now I'm actually okay at art

Okay thank you bye have a good timezone 🫶

Hello!

I'm honored to know that you have been following my stories for so long!

And about the fanart, I think it's pretty good, and I like how all the eyes have different shapes and different pupils. I think it conveys the situation of Soot seeing the eyes in pogtopia and how that disturbed him quite well.

Thank you for sharing your fanart with me ^^

I hope you are also having a good day/night ^__^

[paintedcrows]

Whenever Bill sees KingOfNJ's fics through Stan's eyes he just thinks they have the same taste in fanfiction (disgusting. unthinkable) continued

[ukiyoebirds]

Dreadwing did not, in fact, understand the assignment.

Megatron is ringmaster of a clown circus and only Soundwave went to a professional clown college.

May need to click on the image for better resolution.

Joke workshopped with @krazycat6167

[frontmansdefender]

shaming and making fun of people for still engaging in fandom activities once they reach a certain age is so embarrassing because why are you giving yourself an expiration date of time you have fun? why are you not-so-indirectly saying you will stop having fun once you reach a certain age? or do you really believe you have to stop engaging in fandom activities and having fun once you turn (x)? do you not think you will, what, live that long and turn that age too? do you think fun will suddenly stop for you and life will all of a sudden lose its meaning once you reach a certain age? how sad to be giving yourself an hourglass and just waiting for your time of having fun to run out.

adults can and should engage in fandom activities if it's what makes them happy.

adults can and should continue doing whatever they like doing as teenagers if it's what makes them happy.

age is just... part of life. it's a part of me and it's a part of you. shaming people for something you will have to go through (unless you don't think you will live that long) is such a loser behavior. indirectly saying you will stop having fun once you reach a certain age isn't the flex you think it is. it doesn't make you look "cool and edgy", it makes you look miserable.

[yearoftheotpevent]

hello fan creators!

Year of the OTP is officially back for 2025 with a new set of prompts!

we've switched some of the prompt categories around in an effort to make the event more inclusive of all kinds of fanworks. we've also included song prompts this year! the playlist is on spotify here.

we want to give a huge thank you to everyone who participated in the last event - it grew so much larger than we ever expected and it's truly amazing how you all took our last set of prompts and made so many wonderful things. keep it up!

a couple housekeeping notes: we will not be reblogging every entry this year. mods will keep an eye on the blog if you have any questions, but the reblogs were too much last time. thank you for your understanding!

we will be closing the 2023 collection on December 31. thank you for your continued participation, but it's time to look forward!

the link for the new collection will be posted here January 1.

we're looking forward to seeing what you create this year!

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Year of the OTP 2025

The Rules: the Ao3 collection accepts any /-ship works inspired by a prompt from this sheet The Challenge: make 12 works for one ship in one year, using prompts from each month

*you do not need to do the challenge to post to the AO3 collection, as long as you follow the rules*

January first kiss ♦ “may I have this dance” ♦ sharing clothes ♦ BDSM AU ♦ stockholm syndrome ♦ Strong – One Direction

February Valentine’s Day ♦ “it made me think of you” ♦ bed sharing ♦ multiple penetration ♦ mind control/mind break ♦ Like Real People Do – Hozier

March fresh starts ♦ “what are you doing with that”♦ florist/tattoo artist ♦ phone sex ♦ major character death ♦ Take Care – Drake

April pranks ♦ “right in front of my salad” ♦ running away together ♦ dom bottom/sub top ♦ raised to be a killer ♦ Drops of Jupiter – Train

May hanahaki ♦ “we’re dating? since when?” ♦ body swap ♦ magical sex toys ♦ stalking ♦ Paper Rings – Taylor Swift

June pride ♦ “I can’t get you out of my mind” ♦ relationship reveal ♦ unconventional sex positions ♦ paying a debt with your body ♦ Good Looking – Dixon Dallas

July vacation together ♦ “I like my _ how I like my coffee” ♦ kidfic ♦ mutual masturbation ♦ dehumanization ♦ You May Be Right – Billy Joel

August Sports AU ♦ “you’re thinking too much”♦ cooking together ♦ object insertion/ penetration ♦ becoming a monster ♦ You Shook Me All Night Long – AC/DC

September high school/college sweethearts ♦ “come here” ♦ date night gone wrong ♦ semi-public sex ♦ abduction ♦ Thinking Bout You – Frank Ocean

October costumes ♦ “boo” ♦ online dating ♦ shibari ♦ mutual non-con ♦ Mr. Brightside – The Killers

November camping ♦ “are you sure” ♦ touch-starved ♦ cockwarming ♦ abusive relationship ♦ A Thousand Years – Christina Perri

December holiday traditions ♦ “where are you taking me” ♦ bathing together ♦ food play ♦ tortured for information ♦ Everything Is Alright – Laura Shigihara

[zosan-secondchances]

The Pirate King of the North

Main Themes: Villain Sanji, Alternate Universe, Zosan Ship

AU where Straw Hat Pirates meet old Sanji from a reality where Reiju didn't have emotions.

Warning: Long post ahead and some One Piece spoilers. Contains strong language.

Part 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12

Young Zoro hates the fucker but those scars and piercings are doing a number to his soul.

Old Sanji's story goes like this:

He didn't experience compassion from anyone else aside from his mother, who--you know what happened.

Judge kept him locked away until he was 13. He had him released when he was deemed too broken to do anything, and he was apparently a waste of space. As far as the world was concerned, he was already dead. He gets left behind at some random pirate town in the North.

His swirly brows were recognized by the pirates who took him in--only for him to be enslaved because people would pay a lot to have their way with royalty.

He picked up some skills from the other slaves and became cunning af--because he had to be.

At 17 he started a revolt against the slaver pirates, effectively taking over as their new pirate captain.

He became the feared "Mr. Prince" and his words are as sharp as his bite.

He's underweight because he doesn't give two shits about good food.

"The All Blue? It's nothing but an old fishwive's tale," he says.

He used his cunning mind and new pirate crew to hunt down and kill his own father from the shadows.

He enslaved his own siblings and becomes the new ruler of Germa Kingdom. Over the years, he used them for warfare and expanded the territory of the North.

His heart is a bottomless pit for power and control.

He had a fling or two or several with is closely allied with Doflamingo because god damn they're both mad like that. The alliance eventually lead to direct connections with Celestial Dragons.

Sanji gains more power and becomes the notorious "Pirate King of the North"

Meanwhile at the other side of the world, Luffy didn't make it as far as he could have without a good cook.

Luffy would have recruited one from Baratie but the restaurant was absolutely destroyed before the smaller Straw Hat crew could make a difference. Some of the staff didn't make it.

Zoro left the crew when it fell apart at some point.

Due to Zoro's reputation and bounty that he had occurred during his limited time with Luffy, he was offered a position as a Warlord, ultimately taking over the late Jinbe's old role. He accepted and served for several years before he was assigned a job that he didn't know would be the most challenging one yet.

The Celestial Dragons didn't like the fact that Sanji had started to have more worldly control over their own, so Zoro was quietly assigned to hunt down the great Pirate King of the North. Zoro accepted because he felt that he needed more experience before he could take on Mihawk again.

Zoro quickly realised that this mission is not a walk in the park.

Sanji loves toying with the Demon Warlord so he insists on taking him on by himself.

It becomes an endless game of cat and mouse. Sometimes Sanji chases and sometimes he runs, sometimes he wins and sometimes he loses.

They're at each others' throats everywhere in the world. Any person, city or being of any kind that gets in the way usually gets torn apart in the chaos. The hunt goes on for a lifetime. They're currently in their 40's.

Zoro severs Sanji's left arm during one huge fight.

Because of this, Sanji relentlessly tries to get Zoro to marry him to use him in so many ways he can think of--both as an asset and under the sheets--oh the things that he wants the swordsman to do and beg for.

Sanji likes to refer to the tiniest scar on his lip as "Zoro's love bite"

He was about to get a nice fresh one on his chest when some fuckers teleported him away.

Hearing old Sanji's backstory was a bit much. It was young Zoro's turn to have a nosebleed that day.

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Oh yes I had fun drawing old silver fox, damaged Sanji. I wish I have the time to colour it up. I've also been very much into reading AU stories, especially soul brand ones. Keep them coming, you beautiful people.

Edit: Woo! I finally decided to make my own AO3 account. It's about time. Link here for the story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60686077

[tethered-heartstrings]

[mirrorcatcreditcard]

As someone eternally stuck in a tiny, dead, or dying fandom, I'd like to say this.

I love you people who post once a week.

I love you people who post once a month.

I love you analysis writers who pour content then stop up for so long I forgot why I followed you until you pop more out again.

I love you fanartists who hate their art.

I love you fanartists who love their art.

I love you fanartists who are neutral or apathetic to that art.

I love you people who have only posted once in this tag and never again.

I love you people who have never posted and only reblog.

I love you people who leave comments and help build the fandom's morale.

I love you snippet and drabble writers.

I love you self-shippers.

I love you people who only consume and share content about their niche fav that most of the fandom forgot existed or discarded as not worth their time and attention.

I love you shippers of the main pairs and shippers of the rare pairs.

I love you person who posted on the fandom tag after two years of silence.

[novacqnes]

✩ santa, baby // sevika

summary: as per your request, sevika pleases you in a santa suit.

⋆ warnings: smut; strap-on usage [fem receiving], some dirty talk, squirting, top!sevika, bottom!reader

⋆ pairing: sevika x fem reader

⋆ word count: 0.9k

you wouldn’t dare move. 

not when the cold metal of sevika’s arm grazed your chin, tilting it upward to meet her soft gray eyes. not when her lips crept up the surface of your neck, just barely touching the skin with her lips. not when her free hand cupped your tits, lightly circling your nipples with the pad of her thumb. not even when the red fur of her coat brushed against your arm. no, every aspect of this afternoon was planned, from the dinner to the rose petals and lights down to this very moment. this woman was hopelessly devoted to you, and you needed to capture every aching minute of it. 

“you did it.”

sevika suppressed a groan at your sultry tone, adoration seeping from your voice. she loved this. she loved pleasing you like this. she leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your collarbone, “whatever you want, baby.”

her mouth was hot against your chest. further and further she continued, peppering feverish kisses on your dewy skin. she sucked your tits into her mouth, swirling her tongue along the sensitive surface of your nipples. she slipped her other hand from your hip, bringing it to your chest as she squeezed. 

a sharp cry fell from your lips as you pushed yourself further into the mattress, moaning, “p-put it in, sev, please, put it in.” a thin layer of fabric separated the tip of the silicone strap from your pussy. the contact was brisk at first, light enough to tease you but not enough to rid you of the gnawing sensation that began at your core. sevika grabbed the base, ever so slightly tracing it up and down your wet folds, but you needed more. 

“all of it, i need it all,” you choked, clutching at the sides of her red coat. that fucking coat. loosely draped around sevika’s shoulders, it molded to fit her muscles perfectly. it lifted her confidence to new heights as she smirked, sliding your panties to the side. the pressure was suffocating. sevika sheathed herself inside of you, suppressing a low groan as she moved deeper. “taking it so well, love.”

“fuck yes—yes—“ you stammered, watching as sevika buried herself in you, her soft thighs smacking against your ass with each deep thrust. steadily her movements grew more hurried and fervent, turning your brain to mush as you shook underneath her. 

“so-so fucking sweet,” she purred, rubbing fast, torturous circles into your clit. across the room she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. the hat lazily placed on her head, the coat that accentuated her muscles. her gaze traveled down even further to her happy trail, glistening from sweat and what she believed to be your wetness— sevika was on cloud nine. 

she moved your legs to her chest, gaining even more access to your wet cunt. below her, your body jerked with each forceful stroke, sending shockwaves down your spine. you mewled, “oh—you feel so fucking good inside me, i’m all yours, all fucking yours.”

tears pricked your eyes as sevika and her costume transformed to a blurred red haze. all that could be heard were sevika’s low grunts, shameless cries that fell from your lips, and the slick, wet sounds that pervaded the room. she pounded herself into you, slamming the wooden headboard into the wall over and over again. it was like she was trying to win a race, repeatedly hitting your g-spot with more force than before. god, she loved the way your face scrunched up as she teased it, grinding her hips into the soft tissue. “gonna fuck you like this all night, just like you wanted, baby.”

there it was. here it was. you could hardly think straight. black dots burned in your vision, bringing you to the verge of collapse. sevika was everywhere. her smell, her touch, her gaze, her being consumed you as wrapped around the strap, fiercely coating it with your warmth. 

her thrusts grew sloppier and more jagged. strands of dark hair peeked from her hat, clinging to her face as she pulled your legs apart, smashing her lips on yours.

breathlessly you pleaded into her mouth, “oh god, oh god, oh, god oh—“

“let go, love, i got you… i’m right here. cum for me.” 

words became caught in your throat; only low, strangled moans made their way to sevika’s ears as you froze underneath her. fierce waves of pleasure, pain, and warmth rippling through your body as she watched in awe. her lips found their way to your neck, pressing needy kisses on the sensitive skin. below the two of you, the white sheets grew damp with your wetness, much of the fluid coating sevika’s abdomen. her movements came to a halt as you came to, lightly scratching her biceps through her coat in the process. 

you spoke, your voice mellow, “thank you for doing this for me.”

a small smile took hold of sevika’s lips as she moved the strap from inside you. she sank onto the, pulling you onto her sculpted chest. “i’d do anything for you.”

her words made you feel warm and giddy inside. it reassured you to know that no matter how silly or outlandish the request, sevika would always be by your side and you hers. rather than taking the santa costume off, she’d fully embraced it, keeping it on even as you two cuddled each other. her calloused hands traveled up and down your skin. soon her gaze found yours, although rather than looking at her face, your eyes were fixed on the coat.

"and?" sevika poked, grey eyes glimmering in the light. 

heat rushed to your cheeks as you quickly looked away. “...you make a really sexy santa.”

[curiositysavesthecat]

additional comment from the anon: this mostly applies to things like smut or nsfw art. I see a lot of blogs that are 18+ and I’ve always wondered if people actually listen to "minors dni (do not interact)" or if they just ignore them.

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Edit: tap here for a poll in regards to this one, but with more thorough details (in which 'view' and 'interact' are two separate things).

[erebus0dora]

this might get an accidental double publication bc the web connection fails me, but still-

-this belongs to @nile-the-empathy-cleric, the author of the gorgeous Ego Death. this might also be the first commission of mine in three years that's not a slow thing brewing for a long-term friend.

anyway. them touches and tenderness. we all need this 💜

[leenathegreengirl]

Cross is sleepy, let him sleep! 😴 💚💕

@legacygirlingreen @thora-sniper @sukithebean @thecoffeelorian @neyswxrld @somewhere-on-kamino @clonethirstingisreal @royallykt @morerandombullshit @burningfieldof-clover @tbnrpotato @keantha @anxiouspineapple99 @justanotherdikutsimp @antisocial-mariposa

[paintedcrows]

Revelations - Little peek at a longer continuation to my Stan & Bill accidental internet buddies comic!

After the reveal, Stan initially doesn't want to tell Ford his (former) internet best friend was Bill Cipher, because he doesn't want him to worry. Stan later doesn't want to tell Ford because he (and Bill) would rather die.

[little-annie]

Thank you to the oh so talented Emily for this com. It perfectly captures the feeling of my fic Sundays.

"

Eddie moves to kiss the aforementioned freckle, pressing his lips to Steve's waist, "I think I remember that one," he says, "we were old, grey and weathering, the sky was dark and the sound of rain was beating against the roof. We'd moved to a cabin, out by some lake, spending our days in the nature and the silence. You let me take you on the kitchen table-" 

Steve interrupts with a snicker at that, saying, "I thought we were old."

"Oh hush, I'm telling you a story-'' Eddie pokes Steve's cheek, moving, situating himself laying how he was when the thought of love throughout lifetimes came to mind, then he continues, fingers circling over Steve's chest, "We were old, but that doesn't mean I couldn't love you. I kissed every inch of your body that night, much like I am now. Each soft embrace punctuated with the presses of my hips or the thunder in the sky. I told you of all the reasons you were loved, of all the times we'd spent together. It was a beautiful thing you know, the way we moved together, I think you may have even cried."

And maybe he expected that to make Steve laugh, but from the spot he's pressed against the man's chest, Eddie hears a sniffle, quiet, trying to go unnoticed. He pulls himself up, a gentle kiss to Steve's salt stained lips, a single silent tear rolling down his cheek and it's then that Steve whispers against the embrace, "I think you're wrong Eds, I don't think that one's happened yet."

"

[drivebypainter]

Local Hallmaster!Shen Yuan slowly comes to terms that he may like a man!

All jokes aside, I’ve really been loving “Wolf In The Bamboo” by Angry_gremlin_commando, it’s just so well written and it’s jiuyuan! JIUYUAN MY BELOVED!!