#fan fanfic

[sourtomatola]

Blood and feathers AU by @missterious-figure

CW: Blood and yandere behavior, fear, yeah.

1500+ words

You stood outside the door. You stared at the Image of a Moon on the front of the fancy wood. You winced at the smudge right below it. You knew exactly what that smudge was. It was there ever since the very first time Moon had killed. He had demanded it not be cleaned off, seeming to find it like a right of passage or something. You wished you could understand him.

 You swallowed and looked down at the doorknob, hesitating as long as your boss would let you. You were only given limited time with Moon because the boss was aware of how much Moon seemed to like you, growing clingier with every visit. If you stayed too long, someone would have to come get you. It’s embarrassing and terrifying every time. Moon has cooperated begrudgingly to give you up, but you’re just waiting for the day he doesn’t.

After a couple shaky breaths, you knocked softly before entering. The room had all the lights off, making your grateful that, for the moment, you didn’t have to see much of the mess you knew would be in here. Moon was a slob who didn’t care about the mess he tended to make after a kill. He had multiple tonight, which always makes him clingier to you.

You walked across the light ray that lay across the floor like a beam of safety. You knew it wasn’t, but it still made you feel safer. “Moon? I’m…here for your usual wellness check…” You called softly.

You squinted through the dark before flinching at the sound of fluttering feathers. Your eyes searched the dark before pinpointing glowing red eyes that blinked at you mischievously.

“You’ll have to turn on the lights, little Quill.” He rumbled.

You cringed at his nickname for you and felt the wall for the light switch. Your hand brushed past a painting, the one you knew was the hotel owner. He for some reason insisted all employees have a portrait of him, the egotistical prick. Your hand brushed past a wet spot on the painting, making your breath hitch. Feeling it more, it seemed like there was only one drop of…something. Next to the drop, practically attached to it, was the tell-tale fraying of canvas ripped with a very sharp claw.

You let out an exasperated breath as you squinted at the fray. “Moon! You cut the boss’s portrait again!” You huffed as you hear a mischievous giggle in the dark. “You know he hates that!”

“He shouldn’t give me something so tacky then.” He mused.

He had cut the throat of the portrait. Chin to sternum, His favorite way to kill you hear. Quite cruel considering he tends to miss the arteries and just goes for the windpipe first. It looked like he had blood on his claws when he cut the portrait. That explains the remaining residue thats now smeared around from your fingers touching it. He must have done this minutes before you came in since the blood was wet. Possibly did it just for the occasion of you showing up.

“Alright Moon, turn on the lights already, you’re freaking me out.” You grumbled and continued searching for the switch, accidentally smearing the blood off your finger and onto the wall. You could never remember where it was, and it was placed too far in to make sense. It was sensored, but Moon kept taping paper over it to block out the movement that would activate it. He’s so dramatic.

“Just don’t want to ruin the surprise~” He cooed in your ear, making the hair on the back of your neck stand on end. He moves so quietly; you hadn’t even heard the fluttering of feathers in the dark.

“S-surprise??” You squeaked nervously. You never liked Moon’s surprises. They usually involved corpses, or holding you hostage.

Scaly wet claws gently grabbed your wrists from behind you. You instinctively pulled your hands closer to your chest and backed up right into a feathery torso. You gasped and moved away from his rumbling chest, dark giggling erupting from his mouth.

“M-moon??” You whimpered.

“Don’t get excited yet, I haven’t even shown you the surprise yet~” He giggled and started pushing you along. You stumbled slightly and tried to keep up with his tall steps and he pushed your arms forward as he walked.  His dangerous talons dug into you slightly, but he must have been being as gentle as he could as he didn’t draw blood yet. He led you deeper into the room and straight to the back where the bathroom was.

That was not a good sign.

He flicked on the switch in the bathroom and you quickly closed your eyes from the sudden bright lights. You winced as you started to open your eyes, but the moment you saw a severed hand, you quickly shut them again.

“No no dear, I brought you gifts! Please appreciate them!” He encouraged you. You flinched as you felt his rough palm on your cheek. In your desperation for a distraction, you noted he definitely needed his claws thoroughly cleaned and lotioned. As Usual. You were always scraping blood off between his scales and claws.

He nudged you again. “My Quill…my surprise…” He prodded, starting to sound pouty.

You slowly opened your eyes and let out a shaky breath, your eyes going wide at the horrific mess in the tub. Several severed hands of many different shades and sizes. No doubt all of them from tonight’s victims. The fact that not all of them had doubles, and the size of the pile was not comforting. One hand was obviously a woman’s, perfectly manicured with a very flashy ring on her finger.

“Boss-man hates cheaters.” Moon whispered in your ear and pushed you closer. “He said I could pick off a souvenir…or two. I was thinking of you and wanted to bring you all I could! Just for you~”

You tried to dig your heels into the linoleum, but the blood on the floor made it slippery, making you fall back into Moon’s arms. He giggled and cradled you gently, letting you lean into him without choice on your part. Every movement seemed to make your feet slicker. He nuzzled your face with his own, trilling happily before picking off the ring from the feminine hand. He grabbed your hand next and slipped it onto your finger. You held your breath, as if expecting him to next take your hand off and add it to the pile. He nuzzled your head affectionately while you stood in stunned silence.

After a few moments of nothing else happening, your shaking hand moved down to your hip where your walkie-talkie was. You brought it from your belt to your face, barely having the strength to push the button down. You hardly heard the static, being unable to take your eyes off the horrific pile of hands in the tub.

“C…c-clean up…requested…C-code M…” You stuttered out, amazed that you could even remember the code required for the right clean-up crew.

You heard radioed confirmation before the walkie talkie fell from your hands and your finally turned away from the mess. You tried to get out but instead ran into Moon. His feathers puffed out pridefully, letting your burry yourself in them to hide and find comfort.

“Aw, little Quill…”  He chittered and trilled in your ear as he held you close. “I’m glad you like the gift~”

You nudged into him more, trying to push past him to escape, but he held you firm. “Where are you going? You still haven’t given me my wellness check.”

“I ju- I n-need a m-minute…” Your whole body shook, making you weak as you fought to not melt into his arms.

“Aw, don’t worry, you can hold onto me. No need to get upset.” He said and picked you up with ease, holding down your arms and pressing you into his chest. He brought you to his nest of blankets and pillows, that were thankfully clean.

He fluffed up his feathers again and snuggled you, successfully keeping you warm and feeling safe. Or, you would feel that way if you didn’t know him personally. Or having just seen his good work.

You felt his neon blue tongue start to preen your hair, not asking or giving you a choice in the matter. He lapped at your scaled in attempts to affectionately clean and take care of you. You squirmed, but that was the only thing you could do against him.

“I like it when you let me look after you.” He cooed as he moved his tail around to cover you protectively like a blanket. “I’ve gotten quite excited over tonight’s haul…would you stay with me tonight? Sleep in my bed and let me wake up to your cute face?” He asked softly.

“M-moon you know m-management w-wont-“

“Shhhhh, I don’t need their permission to keep you. Never have. I’ve humored them this long, but it’s about time I…put my foot down.” He said as he languidly stretched a single leg next to yours, stretching out the vicious talons suggestively.

You swallowed fearfully, finding yourself fiddling with the new ring on your finger. You wanted to throw it off, your mind not letting you forget where it came from. Moon wouldn’t take kindly to that. You’ll just wait for management to confiscate it.

“T-the boss-“

“Owns you, and Me…you might as well say we’re birds of a feather~” He giggled as he nuzzled into your neck, letting his long crest feathers droop around your shoulders.

This is going to be a long night.

[shyjusticewarrior]

At some point "fanfic can be as good as professional writing" became "fanfic should be as good as professional writing" and that's caused major damage to fandom spaces.

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reasons to write fanfiction (I'll start):

share a cool scene that popped into your head

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song made you think of a character or idea from canon

make people feel the same way about a character you do

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explore ideas the canon hints at but doesn't do anything with

traumatize characters and make them suffer

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the author of the canon was wrong and must be fixed

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EDIT: 5/18/24 Lore.fm has deleted its app, its website, and all prior TikToks. They uploaded a TikTok apologizing for the stress they caused EDIT: Update Lore.fm’s current version has been shut down! 5/17/24

Hey I don’t know if this is being talked about on Tumblr but thankfully the AO3 subreddit has a conversation going about this app that just went live.

TikTok user unravel.me.now has just launch an app (lore.fm) she is calling “Audible for AO3”. It’s an app that uses AI voices to read out fics.

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I’m just sad about this.

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I saw a post about an anon saying it was embarrasing to have an ao3 account in your 30s (it's absolutely not), so I want to do a poll and see what the age range actually is.

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