#fanfic feels

[marenkas]

Trying not to drown in my own expectations: A LinZin writer's lament. ⭐Part #001⭐

Here I am, world — irritated and holding back tears like a soggy little cupcake.

After a lot of thinking —and I’m really not exaggerating— I finally made the decision to start writing the LinZin Alternate Universe that I’ve been quietly building in my head ever since I discovered this pairing in The Legend of Korra. I dove deep: researching Chinese and Tibetan cultures, revisiting the settings from the show, and studying the sparse but powerful interactions between Tenzin and Lin. I wanted to do them justice, and so, I began.

At first, everything was going great. I was having fun —finally doing something I’d been meaning to do for ages. I won’t lie and say I was 100% focused the whole time. There were moments when I lost steam and drifted off to other works that are still hiding in the shadows. But I always came back. I always returned to this project because it genuinely matters to me. I want to finish it.

But right now… I’m not on the verge of tears because I lost interest. I’m on the verge of tears because I’ve hit a wall I arrogantly believed I could climb over without much trouble: the setting.

Right now, I’m stuck in a scene that takes place in what’s supposed to be Tenzin and Lin’s main bedroom —a key moment that needs to happen there. And yet, I might be forced to move it elsewhere. Maybe it doesn’t seem like a big deal, but it is to me. I’m a perfectionist. Not obsessive, but determined. If I can see a way to make something work exactly how I imagine it, I’ll fight to make it happen.

Do you get me? I’m feeling pretty down, honestly. I was so excited —finally motivated after so long just drifting. I truly believed I’d be able to finish this little project, that it could open the door to something bigger. But now… it doesn’t feel like that’s going to happen. Not yet, at least.

Am I being too dramatic about all this? Be honest. (But also be nice. My emotional support tea is still steeping.)

Reblog if you’ve ever spiraled over something tiny in your writing that somehow feels massive. I need to know I’m not alone in this chaotic brain space.

[mythboundcal]

I stumbled across this post: https://www.tumblr.com/fanonical/774627656060780544/spin-this-wheel-of-fanfic-tags-this-will-be-the?source=share.

It’s a writing challenge that assigns fanfic themes at random—and the tag I received was “Trans Character.”

I’m honestly grateful. I’ve been looking for the right moment to write a story like this, and this challenge gave me the push I needed. It means a lot to me that my first trans-centered fic is about Sailor Uranus—Haruka Tenou. She’s a character who’s always lived in the in-between, and I wanted to honor that with something quiet, intimate, and deeply true.

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Wind Was Never Meant to Choose Sailor Moon Fanfic (Haruka Tenou) by MythboundCal

Haruka doesn’t like boxes.

She never did.

Not the one that said boy or girl.Not the one that said racer or soldier.Not the one that said you have to pick one or you’re just confused.

She tried. She tried to pick once. She picked wrong.

Or maybe the world just didn’t like her answer.

—

The wind doesn’t choose what direction it blows. It just moves.

And so does she.

—

Michiru calls her “darling” like the word isn’t tethered to anything. Haruka likes that. She can wear a suit one day, a gown the next, and Michiru will still raise an eyebrow like she’s undressing her with her eyes. It’s infuriating. It’s perfect.

“You don’t care what I am?” Haruka asks once, half-serious.

Michiru doesn’t blink. “You’re mine.”

—

The others never ask. Or if they do, they don’t press.

Mamoru just pats her shoulder and says, “You’re stronger than any of us. So who cares?” Usagi calls her “cool” like it’s her name. Even little Chibiusa stares at her with wide eyes and says, “Are you a prince or a princess?”

Haruka just grins.

“Both.”

—

Sometimes, it aches. The in-between. The neither. The both. But she puts her hands on the steering wheel. She feels the wind at her back. She launches forward anyway.

Because wind isn’t meant to stand still. And she isn’t, either.

[cityzenchick]

This pic is giving me fanfic feels ....... Phil's sad eyes ...... Erling's hands on his face ..... Josko's look of concern ....... 🥲

[genesisgrey]

I'm not trying to trash published novel, but there are just some fantastic fics out there with a lot more care (and editing) put into them.

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

[ladymirdan]

Sex is good and all, but have you guys ever had a fic update while you were re-reading it?

[rae-butter]

Honestly, I love it when characters relapse. When someone who’s gotten over their anger issues falls into a situation so out of their depth they fall back on their old habits. When someone who’s learned to open up becomes a recluse again in order to cope with something outside their control.

There’s just something so horrible, so toxic, about watching a character grow and then slip back into their old selves in order to cope, bc you know they still care, that they’re the same inside, but watching them hurt so hard they don’t know what else to do brings a sense of catharsis.

[genesisgrey]

I'm having one of those 'everything you write is dumb' days. Too many original characters in my fanfic, no one will care!! (No! I care, dammit!!)

Take myself to a bookstore after work. Maybe that will fix me.

[genesisgrey]

There are few things better than this feeling!!!

It's such an amazing feeling when someone picks up on something in your writing that you 100% intended but didn't think people would notice. Like, YES!! My writing properly conveyed the thing it was supposed to!!! You are so awesome for noticing that!!! I am so awesome for writing that!!! I feel so good about my story now!!!!

[emberfaye]

You know what?

I love you, fics that take months to update. I click on the newest chapter and have no memory of this place and get to go back some chapters and rediscover how much i love everything about this story.

I love you, fics that take years to update. I think of you fondly, and know your names, go search for you and see an update from this year and scream, diving in uncaring of any missed details (i will finish the update and read you in reverse because this is a treat you have bestowed)

I love you, fics that probably will never update again. Thank you for being a roman empire for my mind, thank you for teaching me about the ephemeral fandom experience, for inspiring a thousand million what if-s, for being a comfort read and a nostalgia read and a reread.

I love you fic writers, who jump into projects and stories with enthusiasm. I love you when you succeed in pumping out those chapters and that love doesn't go away when you stop.

I love you fic writers who post and then get in your own head and never feel confident enough to update, whether it's at all or whether it's just that one story.

I love you fic writers, who have a fandom or media hurt you to the point of abandoning or having a hard time with their WIPs.

I love you fic writers, who lose interest or have life changes or illness or bad memory. Thank you for being part of the fandom, a core part of the fandom. Thank you for the time spent in the fandom.

I love you, fic writers who try out something new and then stop. You're so valid.

I love you, WIP fics that may or may not ever get finished. Thank you for brightening my day in the way only you could have.

[pixiemage]

Please, for the love of god, please don’t be this person. No matter how long it’s been since an update, no matter how many unfinished stories are sitting on their account, no matter what - do not be this person.

Not only is it insanely rude, but you also do more damage than you think be being such a self-entitled ass about something someone created for free and for fun. “This author” can see what you say.

RIP decency indeed.

[nanamineedstherapy]

In Shadows of His Heart

Watching Megumi Fushiguro fall in love with someone else - (Ao3)

Summary - I watched him from the shadows, from across hallways and rooftops, through laughter and heartache. Over the years, Megumi Fushiguro became the center of a world he’d never known he created within me. My words stayed locked away, my feelings buried, while he found comfort in another’s arms. And still, I remain close enough to share his silence, yet forever worlds apart from the piece of him I can never reach. This story explores the bittersweet experience of loving from a distance, a journey marked by joy, pain, and the quiet acceptance of what can never be.

The first time I saw Megumi Fushiguro at Jujutsu High, he was just a boy with distant eyes and a heaviness I couldn’t name. But something in him pulled at me, a force I couldn’t shake. So, I slipped into the background like always, hiding my gaze as he passed. But I couldn’t escape the way he filled every corner of my days—training grounds, hallways, in fleeting shadows. Each time he walked by, my heart lurched, words I’d never say burning in my throat.

I kept my distance, as he grew more powerful, surrounded by friends and purpose. Yuji, Nobara—they became his family, his laughter and life. And I watched, each shared smile and laugh a hollow ache, reminding me that I would always be on the outside. Sometimes, he’d look my way. I’d turn too quickly, terrified he’d catch a glimpse of something I could barely admit to myself.

He tried to bridge the distance—small moments, a casual comment, a glance that almost felt like it lingered. But I always gave some empty response and retreated, the words I wanted to say trapped under my cowardice. He’d never know what it did to me to be near him, how each shared breath shattered my composure in ways he could never understand.

Then she came along—Aoi. Strong, confident, the kind of person who could stand next to him with nothing held back. I watched them, the way he looked at her with a softness I knew I’d never earn. She could touch his arm, hold his gaze, unburdened by hesitation. And I knew—I was nothing like her, would never be. My place was in the silence, out of his world. She was everything he deserved, and I was just an unwanted shadow.

The years passed, and I stayed hidden. Now we were 27, bearing scars and ghosts we couldn’t shake, hardened by loss and regret. Megumi and Aoi had become inseparable, two halves of a whole, bound by the love I’d never have. I saw it—the way his gaze softened when he looked at her, the silent promises I’d never hear. I was left with the fragments of what could never be, buried under years of unspoken longing and painful devotion.

Sometimes, he’d still find me. He’d ask if I was okay, offer a rare kindness that twisted the knife deeper. I’d nod, smile, and step back, choking down words that would only poison me more if I let them out. He’d never know what he was doing to me, how much it hurt to be a witness to a happiness I could never touch.

One night, after a brutal mission, he found me alone on the rooftop, the city lights below a cold reminder of everything slipping away. He sat beside me, close enough that I could almost pretend we were still kids. His gaze searched my face, a silent question hanging in the air.

“You’re always running away,” he murmured, quiet but piercing. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

I forced myself to look at him, to hold that gaze even as my chest twisted in pain. “I’m fine, Megumi. Just… tired.”

He nodded, unconvinced, his expression something like regret. “If you ever need to talk… I’m here.” The words were gentle, a kindness I could never reach. I managed a broken smile. “Thank you, Megumi.”

He smiled back, his hand reaching out to pull me to my feet. That simple gesture—the touch I craved and feared—felt like the cruelest gift. As we walked back together, side by side, I stole one last glance, hoping he wouldn’t notice. Megumi Fushiguro, the boy who’d become my world. He’d never know what he’d done to me, how I’d carry this hollow ache for the rest of my life.

I’d stay beside him, invisible, bound to a place that could never be mine. I was a silent ghost in his life, a shadow on the edges, haunting him with a love he’d never see.

Author's Note: Hey, lovely readers! So, this little story came to me when I saw this playlist tagged above, fueled by way too many late-night JJK marathons and an unhealthy amount of caffeine. 🚀 Remember, unspoken love is like a cursed spirit—it’s always lurking, just waiting to mess with your feelings. Feel free to drop a comment if you laughed, cried, or if you just want to yell about how much you love Megumi (because, same). This is my second fic ever, and I write a lot better now & If you want to read a story where you end up with your childhood love as CEO and dark romance with sorcery font, read this - 🥂 Third Wheeling Your Own Marriage 🥂 [Tumblr/Ao3]

[genesisgrey]

@ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask Back at you!! 😊

Also... Who do I write for a fake dating AU. 🤔

nothing scarier than being a fan of a fic and then becoming mutuals with the author. like hi shakespeare. big fan of your fake dating au

[breannasfluff]

^ So I saw this post

And then these comments

Which makes me sad?

It’s already so hard to convince readers to be perceived and that commenting has value.

If you don’t want the deranged comments, please send them to me instead haha!

[birdy-babe]

Blitzøs entire life spent being unwanted. So he adapted, and learned how to be something needed, something to be used.

Which is why I think he firmly believes he is being used by Stolas. He simply cannot fathom a different reality, one in which he is wanted for once in his life.

[max-nicoxfandom]

DCXDP crossover where Danny ends up adopted by the bats for one reason or another, and they all know about his ghost powers/vigilantism but not the extent of it.

So one day they're all out patrolling Gotham, and one of Danny's rogues comes out, specifically one that's screaming about wearing his pelt on his wall. The bats go into protect mode obvs and scoop up Danny to try and shield him from this evil green glowy guy, only for Danny to flail around like a feral cat.

He's in Batman's arms like; "put me down, PUt mE dOwn, PUT ME DOWN, PUT ME DOWN!!"

and he bolts out of his arms to go and fight this guy and they are both absolutely feral! Biting and scratching and wailing, and just a whole bunch of freaky paranormal shit. To the bats this is the most desperate and destructive looking fight they've ever seen and they have no clue how to help. To Danny? The complete opposite.

In Danny's POV the whole interaction was completely friendly!

Skulker: Come out here, Phantom ! Come fight me so I can use your organs to build my throne !

Danny's vision: hey ghost boy 🥺🩷 let's go play outside 🥺🥺 plleeaaaseeee my mom said I can be out till the streetlights go off 🥺🥺

Danny: B you need to put me down !! Now !! I gotta go please ! Please !! You don't- you have to-- stop!! You don't understand, put me down!!"

Danny's vision: dad I wanna play too 🥺🥺 I'll be good I promise 🥺

The bats are obviously freaking out. They can't touch this guy and Danny is fighting for his afterlife ! Why can't they do anything ! Why are they so useless ??

After the fight Danny soups Skulker and descends back down to the bats. To them he looks beat. He looks scared. He's shaking now that he's back in B's arms, his eyes are droopy with exhaustion, but his pupils are still blown wide. They're all practically sick over him.

Meanwhile Danny is coming down from the equivalent of a sugar high or ghost zoomies. All that adrenaline is still coursing through his body making him shake, and the ghost fight after not facing a formidable opponent in a while, plus not having access to pure ecto like he had in Amity has left him sleepy.

He falls asleep in Batman's arms, making the bats think he passed out. When he detransforms in his sleep ? Oh, he must practically be dying again rn.

He wakes up in medbay confused. He just had the most fun he had in months. Why the fuck is he here ???