#fanfic research hell or heaven

[hismercytomyjustice]

I was yelling (affectionately) at my friend about this, which once more made me ask myself the question "do I research to write fic or do I write fic to have something to research."

More rabbitholes I've fallen into over the past few weeks (potential fic spoilers ahead sort of?):

BG3

What happens to a soul in DND if someone dies? TURNS OUT IT DEPENDS ON A LOT OF THINGS (your religion, your race - elves reincarnate, if you have no religion, etc).

Can elves sleep? Why don't they? Why is 100 considered the age of majority for elves amongst their own kind?

How is Waterdeep laid out? How big is Waterdeep? What holidays are celebrated there?

What spells don't require verbal components?

Where was Drizzt in 1492? Did Drizzt ever go to Waterdeep?

What do you call an aboveground stone coffin? The only word I could really find was "sarcophagus."

Why do Gandrel's kids' eyes still glow red if you run into him in the sewer? I still don't know! And I had to watch a cutscene for it because I murdered him in my playthrough. Sorry, bro. I feel guilty about it in retrospect.

What's the layout of Cazador's palace? Especially the underground bit. Yes, I've played through that part but I have a terrible memory and I wanted it to be RIGHT. Or as close to right as possible.

Various cutscenes with Mystra and Cazador to try and get a better understanding of their voices. Ulma and Gandrel too.

What does a magistrate do? What are the actual laws in Baldur's Gate?

Hazbin

What kind of dance events were popular in the 20s/30s? This is why part two is even going to exist because I googled "sock hop" and found out that was a 50s thing but oh hey what's a dance marathon? ...Alastor would love this... All I needed was for Angel to offer up a suggestion about dancing to wear him out...it was just supposed to be a throwaway line...

Everything I could possibly find around dance marathons (rules, competitors, food provided to competitors, how long they last, were there any nonsegregated ones, etc). Apparently they were like a mashup of pro wrestling and reality tv complete with kayfabe, villains, fixed competitions, etc.

How much did a tv cost in 1930? How much did a car cost? What was the average salary for a radio broadcaster?

What's the Louisiana French word for mother? (mère!)

How the fuck do radio waves/frequencies work? What's the difference in waves between television and radio? (the answer is witchcraft!)

How high can a deer jump?

What's the word for cutting something into like...carrot stick size?

What were some popular dances in the 20s? The Shimmy, the Texas Tommy, the Charleston, the Foxtrot, the Jumpin' Jive, etc.

What are the origins of popular dances in the 20s? A lot of them were inspired by/stolen from Africans and enslaved people! The Shimmy likely has its roots in Nigerian Shika, the Charleston was inspired by dances enslaved people performed after having their drums stolen for fear they were using them to communicate planned revolts.

How to write a good action/dance scene (because I started overthinking it because I know nothing about dancing and am not a super visual person)

Various things about what Alastor's human life may have been like in New Orleans in the early 1900s

1920/30s fashion for men and women

1920/30s music

...and this is all just what I can actually remember looking up recently, god help me...

But I enjoy it so fucking much. I'd be lying if I said I didn't. Researching always gives me so many new ideas. For example, I only have chapter five in my BG3 fic because I got curious about Drow culture. My BG3 fic that was supposed to be a one shot but is now probably going to tap out around 100k... Research is a dangerous thing... ╭( ๐_๐)╮

My Hazbin fic was also only supposed to be a oneshot... I'm currently about to hit 8k words on it and Lucifer and Alastor haven't even fucking danced yet. And I already have an idea for a third part... (-｡-;

Yet again, I'd be lying if I said it didn't make me so fucking happy to feel inspired/motivated to write so much tho. All good problems to have!

[themadwomanherself]

One of the saddest things about Demon Slayers, to me, is the fact that Michikatsu and Yoriichi never reconcile. It such a jarring thing compared to the other Upper Moons, especially given the importance of Yoriichi to the story and how the twins story was still not fully resolved, in my eyes at least.

It becomes even sadder, as others bring up, that Yoriichi probably reincarnated without his twin. Did reincarnated Yoriichi ever felt he was missing something? That there was some fundamental part of himself that was just... not there?

Well, I decided to write a short on that.

Also, quick question. I keep seeing people say that, since Michikatsu was a demon, he wouldn't reincarnate. From what I see in Buddhism, heaven and hell aren't permanent. Wouldn't he just be reborn in one of the hells and eventually have his karma "burned away", and hopefully be reborn into a higher realm?

Obviously, he would be in the hells for a very, very long time, but he would eventually be reborn. Or did I miss something from the manga that says otherwise?

[soundlessdreamss]

Hi!

Can i request lucifer and charlie morningstar with starlight glimmer!Reader?

So the reader was lucifer's child back in heaven and when she saw what her father did without her..She felt anger and sorrow insode herself.. But that didn't stop of her because she fell from heaven to hell...And she changed her appearance so nobody would suspect that she looks similar to lucifer

If you know starlight's cutie mark ability that is different..The reader can collect people's soul and feed the souls to her clock

Her clock is golden one with starlight mark on the behind..And she can time travel but she don't use it alot since she still has some other abilities to keep in control..

And the reader just went to the hazbin hotel just to stay there and help with few stuff... And vaggie knows reader but not that deep..Charlie noticed that the reader had few blonde hair strings like lucifer.. So she thought nothing at first..

And the reader saw alastor as father figure so sometimes the reader calls him father and alastor just tells the reader to call him father which the reader become happy since she didn't had anyone else at all

So when lucifer visits the hotel how he will react?

I could just when lucifer pointed it out alastor would have the biggest grin then spoke

"Oh?,well she calls me her father!"

I wanna see it sooooo badly‼️‼️

It's alright if you don't do it<3

Also can be called the servy anon?

I like your fics sm<3

Hope to see more of it<3

Have good day/evening/night<3

omg I LOVE mlp!! Of course I can write this, I haven’t got that far though so I’m not really sure how starlight glimmer acts but I did a bit of research and I’ll try my best to write this well!

PLATONIC/FATHER ALASTOR X READER X LUCIFER (sorry if this isn’t how u write it, I’m still new to this whole fanfic thing ^_^ ) Also this is kinda angsty, and requests are open!

When you were still a kid in heaven you saw Lucifer as the best father in the world! He loved and cherished you deeply, you didn’t think he would give you up that easily. Would he?

You wanted to play with him one day and looked everywhere for him but you couldn’t find him. You asked an angel if they had any clue where he was but they said he was banished with his wife Lillth because they rebelled against heaven.

he seriously just left you like that? Without a word? To say you were angered was an understatement. you were FUMING. But you also couldn’t help but feel so miserable and depressed that he just left you like that.

you thought he cared about you just as much as you cared about him. But you were wrong.

After a couple hundred years when you became an adult, all of that anger and sorrow that you had stored you from Lucifer, you finally snapped. You took it out on the angels which led you to getting banished for being rude and improper.

The first thing you did in hell was change your appearance because you knew Lucifer was the king of hell and you really didn’t wanna see him again after what he did to you. (You also kinda regretted taking your anger out on the angels who did nothing to you.)

Your first couple months in hell were agonizing as everyone here was so different compared to the angels and people in heaven. It felt like you were an outcast.

You tried to not use your powers as much but when it got really bad you decided to collect their soul and feed it into your clock. Or you sometimes dropped time in order to collect their soul as well.

As you were walking in the streets of hell one day you heard an advertisement about a hotel and it caught your attention. You looked at the tv for the ad and it described a hotel where sinners can be redeemed if they just try to become better.

It sounded like a breath of fresh air compared to all these other advertisements for clubs so you decided why not visit the hotel? It couldn’t be so bad.

After a couple minutes of walking you made it to the hotel and knocked on the door. You were taken aback as a blonde haired girl hugged you tight and welcomed you to the hotel. But you also noticed Vaggie was there.

The blonde hair girl introduced herself as Charlie and also Vaggies girlfriend. (You congratulated Vaggie in private and also mentioned to not let Charlie know about her identity.)

As you were talking to Vaggie in private after being introduced to the hotel and welcomed she told you that Charlie was Lucifer’s daughter. You couldn’t believe it.

Not only did he leave you behind, but he started a whole family without you even knowing. You were in disbelief and asked Vaggie to not let Charlie know that you were her older sister technically.

You both agreed to it and went back to the lobby. Charlie couldn’t help but notice you had blonde streaks in your hair that looked similar to her blonde hair but she just shrugged it off.

You were also introduced to a man named Alastor and he greeted you very kindly. And before you knew it you guys started growing a daughter and father bond.

He treated you just like his daughter if he had one, he filled the parental role that Lucifer never did.

It made your heart happy knowing that you could finally have a father figure that you knew wouldn’t leave you. You guys bonded over the span of a couple weeks and you accidentally called him dad once out loud.

He didn’t mind though and said that you could even call him dad because he thought it was sweet that you saw him as your father.

As the weeks went by Charlie finally had an idea to let heaven approve of their hotel she just needed to call her father to schedule a meeting with heaven for her.

The one thing you didn’t expect her to do was to invite him over though. Fuck. What were you supposed to do now?! You really didn’t wanna see Lucifer again and panicked internally.

You helped the crew set up the hotel for Lucifer’s visit but your anxiety just rose more and more the closer it got to an hour passing by. (Since he said he was going in an hour)

Once it was finally time to greet him he burst through the door and hugged Charlie tightly since he had missed her, he also greeted kiki, and razzle and dazzle. It hurt a bit seeing how much cared for her but didn’t care for you.

You tried hiding behind Alastor a bit but Lucifer looked at his way when he pointed out the reservations and noticed it was you even with the changes you did to yourself.

His breathe got stuck in his throat and he couldn’t believe it was really you after all these years. Oh how he regretted never taking you with him.

He approached you and looked at you closely before saying “[reader], is that really you?…”

He brushed some strands of hair out of your face before pulling you into a hug. That was not something the other members of the hotel expected.

You pushed him off quickly though as you were still angry and uncomfortable with him.

He didn’t get why you pushed him off, he thought you still missed him after all these years of not being together.

It didn’t take too long for Alastor to connect the pieces since he was good observer. You had those blonde streaks in your hair for a reason no?… that’s cause you were related to the king of hell himself, Lucifer.

Alastor than put his hand around your waist pulling you closer. (Not in a romantic way!!) He than spoke up about Lucifer’s behavior. “Lucifer if you don’t mind excusing me but, what exactly are you doing with my daughter?”

Lucifer seemed in shock when he said that. “YOUR daughter? Oh please, you remember don’t you [reader]? It’s me your father, Lucifer! He had a desperate and nervous smile on his face hoping that you would remember him.

Before you could speak up Alastor cut you off and spoke first “Oh really? That’s quite funny cause [reader] calls me her father.”

The whole room went silent after that. Lucifer couldn’t believe it, Alastor was just playing around was he? You were probably just having an inside joke with him but no, you really saw Alastor as your father instead of Lucifer, your ACTUAL father.

You saw the heartbroken look on Lucifer’s face and didn’t know what to say in response but managed to mutter something out. “I’m sorry, but it’s been hundreds of years since that day happened, you need to let me go.”

After managing to mutter that out you excused yourself and went back to your room in the hotel. After Alastor and Lucifer fought over you and Charlie, (and after Charlie and Lucifer sang the song together) Lucifer knocked on the door but you didn’t answer so he teleported inside your room.

Only to see you and Alastor on your rooms balcony together. You were crying on the floor from the painful encounter and Alastor comforted you saying sweet words to make you feel better.

Before Alastor or you could notice Lucifer he quickly left and went back to his palace and rethought about his choices he made with you. He knew he couldn’t get his daughter back, it was already too late. If only he made the decision to take you with him.

note: I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS!! please don’t be shy to send me requests, I’ll gladly write more fun things like this. ^_^

[maaikeatthefullmoon]

I’ll forever be grateful to Rob, Rhi, the Pratchett Estate & Narrativia for fighting for Good Omens.

It’s exceedingly clear that we, as fans, owe them A LOT. And we need to thank them. And we DON’T do that by acting as petulant children and not watching what they create. So don’t boycott, or whatever some people are calling for. Yes, polite calls for more time, budget, etc are great. Childish tantrums, no. It just ends up in your toys being taken away. Trust me.

I’ve found a lot of people’s assumptions regarding the finale’s plot interesting. Terry never witnessed the fan reaction to the series. Sure, there was shipping of Aziraphale & Crowley, but nothing like after it hit TV.

I doubt he would’ve really cared all that much, either.

His focus would be on the intricacies of the Armageddon 2.0 storyline for this finale. The zombies (dudes [gn], there’ll be undead everywhere), Jesus coming back, etc. We know he’d want to discuss the underlying nuances of the politics in Heaven & Hell and how they’re just two sides of the same coin. And isn’t it all of Them vs all of Us?

Of course our Ineffable Duo will be there. But don’t forget they weren’t actually the sole focus of Good Omens, the novel. The one Terry wrote 75% of.

I really hope we’ll get 1941 Pt 3, and a few other bits of historical context, but for the most part, that’ll be left to us to write in fanfiction.

GO The Finale will, in all likelihood, focus almost exclusively on the here & now.

I’d really recommend to anyone struggling to have a (re-re-re-x infinite)re-read of the novel, and other Pratchett works, particularly his Discworld novels. Small Gods and Pyramids are good ones for religion.

Anyway, enough from me. I’ll definitely be writing more in-universe fanfic, especially as it’s unlikely we’ll see any of the historical scenes I’ve been wanting to research. I’ve got a BIG work planned which I’m doubly committed to writing now.

[pinesfamilyguidetotheweird]

Gravity Falls Thoughts: Ford and Trauma™ (Part 01; because I know I'm turning this into a multi-part series)

So...when you start to think about it, Ford has been through a lot. Because of Gravity Falls' nature as a 2-season Disney cartoon, I feel that we've only scratched the surface of all the crap this man went through.

And thanks to the fandom...good Lord in Heaven, all the flippin' Trauma!!! Sweet Moses...

I mean, other than Bill Cipher and Weirdmageddon, Ford has a level of trauma that not a lot of people have.

Of course, Ford isn't the only one with Trauma™. Really, all four of the Pines are traumatized in some way. I mostly want to focus on Ford for now.

Now, most of the trauma Ford is given is fan speculation/interpretation. The thing is though, is that these traumas would make sense if Gravity Falls was given a more serious direction. (sort of like Steven Universe, a show that is more emotionally driven)

Okay...first things first, nutrition.

In a previous post I've made (I think it was about the Feral Ford headcanon; which I may or may not go into further detail in this series), I said something along the lines of how Ford wouldn't be all that bothered by weird looking food or could even stomach strange food combinations.

While a part of me still thinks this, another one thinks of something else thanks to reading a lot of fanfics of his essentially living off of nutrient pills.

This is from Ford having to be constantly on the move to avoid Bill's reach during his travels. I'd imagine it's a rare occurrence for him to be able to sit down and have a decent meal, either at an establishment or even hunting for food. Not only that, but you have to remember that a lot of the places he went to probably don't have food suitable for humans.

So, Ford has probably taken to nutrient pills so that way he's always on the go, among other foods he's able to preserve and carry.

The thing is, living on mostly nutrient pills could only take you so far before it could be more of a bad boon. Nutrient pills wouldn't exactly give you the appropriate amount of calories a human adult male needs. Especially if they are constantly in danger.

This can lead to some malnutrition.

Yes. I took time to research this so we can properly make Ford's life more like hell.

Signs/Symptoms of Malnutrition (according to NHS)

(Other than the main concern of weight loss and BMI being low)

reduced appetite

lack of interest in food and drink

feeling tired all the time

feeling weaker

getting ill often and taking a long time to recover

wounds taking a long time to heal

poor concentration

feeling cold most of the time

...feeling cold most of the time...

"feeling cold most of the time"

...And who wears a turtleneck sweater/trench coat combo during the summer?

And, lastly, Low mood, sadness and depression.

Furthermore, it would seem that Ford would have developed a low tolerance to actual food (other than bland, mushy stuff) and is probably incapable of eating a whole meal without throwing up.

It's a struggle to be sure, especially if Ford already has a history to forget meals, even as a child (may or may not be projecting here as someone who forgets to eat)...not to mention the months of paranoia due to Bill prior to being sucked into the Portal.

I'm honestly imagining a scene in which Abuelita (bless her soul) tries to feed Ford when she sees how skinny he is...or at least what she perceives as skinny. And no one (no one) can say no to Abuelita Ramirez. And it's Mexican food. There is absolutely nothing bland about it. And Ford does his best to eat it...only to scurry into the bathroom after three bites. He didn't mean to be rude. It was honestly very delicious. Ford's body just couldn't handle it at the moment.

At least Abuelita is understanding of the situation and becomes Stan's right hand woman on his quest to help Ford with his eating habits.

...Great, another idea for an upcoming fic...I had a title in mind but I feel like I should call it *Trauma* Ford Edition.

[crazedear]

No one asked for this…but I can sense my desperate brothers and sisters through the screen and have decided to quench their thirst through…

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STATICRADIO FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

Ever since I’ve finished watching Hazbin Hotel, I’ve been absolutely obsessed with these two and their dynamic, as a result, I have been researching and stocking up on good (dare I say exquisite) fanfictions about these two psychopaths…so why not share my library with people who want it (ik there are some out there 🫵)

Also some things I need to mention:

Most of the fics recommended are gonna be very Vox and Alastor centered (Ofcourse with background and/or side pairs)

This list is not in any particular order and is also based on what I find good and satisfies my personal preferences when it comes to these two, so some of these may not be to your liking, but I still hope you can find at least one that you can enjoy!

all fanfics mentioned are sourced from Ao3

Most are either incomplete, ongoing, or just haven’t updated in a long time, BUT THEYR ARE STILL SO GOOD AND WORTH READING 🙏

OKAY THATS IT REC TIME!

Static Shock

birdsaretoddlers

Rated M

Chapters 10/?

Alastor, Altruist, Died for his Friends. That was the headline. Vox made sure it was plastered all over Hell the moment he'd seen that demon flee for his life. After he remained missing, Vox accepted that he really was dead. Dead and gone. No rival. He and the Vees were now free to rule Hell as the Overlords they'd always dreamed of being, and the plans were finally in motion.

Then Vox went out for donuts, and everything came crashing down. Because Alastor wasn't dead.

He was barely alive.

That one Tuesday

AllIWantIsPasta

Rated E

Chapters 35/38

A chance encounter leads to new developments between Alastor and Vox, and things escalate far beyond anyone could have predicted.

Remote Access

x-UsoTsuki-x (its_not_reael)

Rated E

Chapters 12/?

In the aftermath of Alastor and Vox's electrifying on-air showdown, Vox finds himself unusually rattled. His usual suave demeanor is slipping, much to his cohorts' amusement – and concern. Velvet can do little more than roll her eyes at his antics. Valentino, on the other hand, is convinced that all Vox needs to do is get fucked and relax.

or, alternatively...

The tech-savvy overlord manages to snag a virus from a porn site and finds himself in the arms of his worst enemy.

5 Times Vox Flirted With Alastor and 1 Time He Did Back

WriterQuil

Rated M

Chapters 5/6

A tiny series of continued one shots dedicated towards Vox's "unrequited" tomfoolery and how he was so horrid at expressing it, only to progressively get better at it over time.

You’re better than "paradise"

BloodSoakedPapers

Rating none

Chapters 7/7

Based on the one shot 'better than paradise!' With permission!

Vox gets redeemed and sent to heaven but he doesn’t want to be there at all. And he will do whatever he can no matter how long it takes to get back to hell.

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Vox gets redeemed after sacrificing his life to save Alastor in the middle of extermination day.

Pushing Your Buttons

HollowedHearts

Rating T

Chapters 6/19

After his crushing defeat at the hands of Alastor, Vox decides he needs to take a more hands-on approach in order to destroy the Radio Demon.

Of course, his best course of action is to exploit the other’s weaknesses… if he has any.

The only problem is that means Vox might have to get a bit closer to Alastor than he previously thought (in more than just one way).

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Or; Vox finds out the Radio Demon’s true weakness — affection.

etched into your bones

Irrwisch

Rating M

Chapters 13/14

Vox has never danced much, and certainly never with another male. He’s a little nervous, but Alastor’s here. He looks at the man’s face, and they’re about the same height. He’s still smiling. He smells like rot and decay and blood, but everyone does, at least a little. Vox can hear the static cackle in the air.

He wants to kiss him.

He doesn’t, not yet. But he wants to.

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Throughout the years, things change with Vox and Alastor, and they stay the same, too.

Meant To Be Yours

Mr_Ghosty

Rating M

Chapters 3/3

He loves him, he loves him, he loves him. Vox has loved Alastor through all the decades they've known each other. And, in a moment of pure, drunken stupidity, he tells Alastor how he feels.

Five Times Vox and Alastor Danced and One Time They Didn't

Drowsy_Salamander

Rating T

Chapters: 2/6

“I say, good fellow, what are you doing on the ground like that?”

The voice was perky, cheerful, and bright. It had a crisp mid-Atlantic accent, the kind Vox remembered being all the rage for stage and film performers back when he first entered the broadcast industry. The diction was crystal clear with every sound enunciated separately to maximise clarity, the consonants clicked and the vowels were broad. It was a performer’s voice.

A voice for radio.

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Five times Vox and Alastor danced and one time Vox and Alastor didn't.

From their first meeting through their friendship, to their enmity and fighting. From infatuation to yearning to animosity. Dancing is a partnership, is it not?

Oh shit.

Vintage

InvisibleLee

Rating T

Chapters 1/1

Vox decided to make a little gift and drop it off anonymously. But there's always an option to figure it out.

Video missed the Radio Star

Thalliumtea

Rating G

Chapters 1/1

Vox is haunted by his choices years after the fact. Nights when the static in his head got too loud, when he couldn't breathe, however artificial it was, where he grabbed that radio by his bedside and fiddled with the dials, looking for any present shows, any sign of his voice.

Nothing.

This absence was killing him, again.

Untitled

Remain_Nameless_Raven

Rating M

Chapters 1/1

Vox has been absent for two weeks. Alastor comes to the recently abandon Vs Tower to investigate.

To Please You, Deer (5 +1)

Otaku24

Rating M

Chapters 2/7

5 times Vox tries to court Alastor and one time Alastor courts Vox back~

Soul Safe

KP100

Rating T

Chapters: 17/?

Once Alastor’s back made contact with the brick wall and he had nowhere else to go, his smile more of a gruesome snarl with the corners of his mouth still tipped up in a mock smile and eyes radio dials, Vox was able to get close enough to notice a slight shade difference in his red shirt, just below his shoulder. His lower lip looked more swollen than normal too- no, Vox would not be admitting to knowing what shape it usually was to anyone besides himself- causing him to frown.

"Who did this to you?"

One-Sided Date Night

InvisibleLee

Rating T

Chapters 2/2

“You’re a great friend,” Vox said sincerely, placing a hand over the one on his frame, leaning into the touch. “Thank you, Alastor.”

“You’re welcome, Vox.”

This would be fine.

It was supposed to be fine.

Why did it feel like heartbreak?

Vox's Reality TV Special!

Bee-nut (wellthizizdeprezzing)

Rating T

Chapters: 9/?

After Sir Pentious fails to spy on the hotel Hazbin staff, Vox decides that in order to get back at Alastor he's going to offer to film the hotel for his new “reality TV show''. Charlie, wanting more sinners to flock to the hotel, accepts his offer. Vox is in for his reality check as the show reveals things about his feelings towards Alastor he didn’t expect.

Chaos abounds.

Eclipse

Purrsly

Rating T

Chapters 1/1

Alastor was a virus. A malware he couldn't erase, and it occupied his every thought.

And yet-

equilibrium

curtailed

Rating M

Chapters 4/?

“Help…”

The image of Alastor trying to crawl on his wounded stomach, those delicate fingers curling helplessly in air, reaching towards Vox — a smile stitched-up and eyes that screamed — the essence of a soul that twisted on the palm. Help, the fragment of Alastor’s soul had pleaded. Please. Help. Help. Help. Pleading with his enemy. Alastor couldn't even recognize him. Vox hadn’t even paused to think as he grabbed Alastor's hand, and the smallest bit of his own soul twined around, deep deep deep, merging fully with that fragment of Alastor, anything to steer him away from the awful finality of nonexistence. Vox's mind rejected the notion. His conscience exorcised the option from reality.

OR

Post-Finale. The Hotel finds Alastor right on the front lawn, unconscious and bleeding, still injured from Adam's blade. While he recovers, all of Hell scrambles to find out who his mysterious rescuer is.

Meanwhile, Vox tries not to freak out that he might have accidentally made a soul bond to save that deer asshole's life. All he had wanted to do was to scope out the ruins of Alastor's radio tower. Fuck him for being curious, he supposed.

You're on the Air

rillo (rillyrillo)

Rating M

Chapters 15/?

A series of short, daily conversations between a radio host and his avid listener, as the two learn more about each other’s lives over the air.

Set in the late 90s/early 2000s.

[HUMAN AU] [There's art included for the human designs]

Alastor, Altruist

Coppercrow

Rating E

Chapters 5/?

When his microphone breaks, Alastor realises far too late that he may have underestimated the danger he was in.

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Alastor's fight with Adam goes horribly wrong, and Charlie and her friends have to deal with the aftermath of a defeating loss. But is everything truly as it seems?

I Just Wanted to See Your Face

KisaTM

Rating none

Chapters 3/?

When you fall, you fall hard. Be that Hell or Love at first sight.

This is a story of how Vox met Alastor, their relationship and their falling out, before Alastor disappears for 7 years without explanation.

Ackamarackus

ZootZeet

Rating none

Chapters 1/1

The idea of romantic affections and love never piqued Alastor's fancy.

In fact, the radio demon was sure he wasn't even capable of such emotions.

So when an unfamiliar ache starts blooming in his chest it catches the man quite off guard.

Especially considering it's directed towards his outspoken business partner.

Knife Through the Heart

Veynn

Rating T

Chapters 13/?

After being grievously injured by an angelic weapon, Alastor unwittingly finds himself teaming up with Vox. Unfortunately, emotions are a bitch, and Vox still has some unfinished business with Alastor nearly fifty years in the making.

Rival Frequencies

ArchangelL0ki

Rating none

Chapters 2/?

Vox really didn't know what he was playing at. Watching the optimistic little idiots rebuild their pathetic hotel was not his idea of a good time, and he definitely wasn't watching for a flash of red and camera distortion, no, not at all.

misery meat

loveronmayday (nariaein)

Rating T

Chapters 1/1

Alastor offers a slice to Vox, who readily tries it. Savory and rich, with an underlayer of cognac.

"Thoughts?"

If Vox didn't like it, he wouldn't lie, but he would never be rude. No, instead, he would propose his own liver to perfect the flavor. Anything Alastor wanted.

or: Alastor and Vox share a meal.

Radio Healed the Video Star

Aspiring_Forest_Witch

Rating M

Chapters 49/?

Alastor comes across an unconscious and battered Vox while out on one of his strolls. He feels compelled to bring him back to the hotel.

Bluest Monday

Bapple

Rating E

Chapters 14/16

The year is 1989; Vox and his closest friend Alastor have maintained a strong allegiance for decades. Thus far, Vox has been the Radio Demon’s biggest admirer and protégé, always more than a few steps behind; always wanting more than friendship.The 80s bring with them a new era for televisual media; TV is finally becoming king, threatening to cause a rift between the two friends. Vox, desperate to keep Alastor in his life, doubles his romantic efforts. Alastor, desperate to maintain control and power, decides to indulge them.

A story in which Vox finally gets the man of his dreams; a flighty wicked demon who loves to push his buttons. A story about true friendship, true love, even; but also about how it eventually has to end in tears. A story about how there may be potential to salvage it, after all. Only time can tell.

Im definitely gonna keep updating whenever I find more, or if I recall any! Please give the authors and writers of these fics much love and support! They did amazing jobs and deserve so much! (Also please feel free to recommend fics to me or ones that you think should be added to the list!)

Love yallll!! 💕💕✨

[hispieceofcake]

🎸MY THOUGHTS AND HEADCANONS TO ADAM FROM HAZBIN HOTEL - (for now)🍖

Hello hello folks, I've been thinking about writing about this post/blog for a while now and here it is, because Adam is my favorite character (obsession) and I have a lot of things in my head that I need share before I kidnap someone to listen to me talk about it for hours on end.

Hahaha I'm just kidding...or am I?

TW: Mention of profanity and sex.

I'm writing this blog because I have a lot to say about Adam and I think I'm already bothering my friends too much (just kidding, I'm going to keep filling them with Adam until I say enough is enough🤓👆)

Alright, let's start, firstly I was already a big fan of Hazbin hotel's work since the time Vizziepop had released the pilot on YouTube at the time of on October 28, 2019, and man, I was simply OBSESSED with the work, I had no idea who Adam was at that time, I was only 11 years old (And I know, I know, Hazbin Hotel was not and is not intended for minors, but I didn't have internet surveillance on my parents, so that's what happened and now I'm 18 years old).

And boy, oh boy

I was in complete EUPHORIA when it became public on August 7, 2020 that Hazbin Hotel was going to have a sequel on Amazon, I only knew how to talk about it and was excited waiting for the release date.

And when I watched that episode where Charlie has a meeting with Adam...I was like "THAT MAN, I NEED THAT MAN‼️‼️"

And that song..."Hell is Forever"... I can't remember a day that I didn't clean the house listening to that sound and pretending the broom was a guitar while I beat my hair like an 80s rocker high (I know, it's an exaggerated comparison but that's how I feel, so let me have it).

Here, listen to this work of art sung by our (MY) beloved Alex Brightman

In addition to the song "Stick it to the man" from the musical "School of rock" that Adam references in one of the items on the list of things to get into paradise, coincidentally his voice actor Alex Brightman also He is the main voice of the song and a character in the musical.

I spent all day listening to her today, but that's the least of it

There are also some songs by other singers that make me think of Adam because of their lyrics, for example Lana del Rey, there is a song of hers that all I think of when I hear it is Adam, unfortunately I can't share it here because it is a discarded song by the singer that I managed to download on a pirated website that has been taken down a while ago.

The songs that make me think of him are "Push me down" and what made me think of Adam is the following part "I'm your little baby doll and you are my mister rock 'n roll", the song "Brooklyn Baby" because of the music part "Well, my boyfriend's in a band, He plays guitar while I sing Lou Reed", the others songs are "Say yes to Heaven" and "Angels Forever".

Adam, besides being my favorite character and hyperfocus, was the reason I met the character Beetlejuice (my other hyperfocus) and the voice actor and actor Alex Brightman. Because he was the one who aroused my curiosity to know who his voice actor was since I recognized that his voice was the same as Fizzarolli's, and then when researching and discovering the actor, I also ended up discovering about Beetlejuice, I even have a blog about it, if you want to read it, this is it here.

Just like with Beetlejuice, I'm producing a page with drawings and collages about Adam in my sketchbook that I might post later in a future post about my sketchbook, but that's another topic.

In addition, I'm trying to put together some songs to create a playlist based on him, in it I'm putting rock songs from the 80s that I feel suit him or that he would listen to, some songs by the norwegian singer Aurora which are very reminiscent of and are based on the garden of Eden and Adam from the bible (although the Adam from Hazbin hotel and the one from the bible are completely different).

Some time ago I was writing a fanfic about Adam with an authorial character completely made by me, it was just a fanfic that I had written on character IA but then I decided to write it myself, but I never got around to posting it and kept it stored in my notepad.

The story took place in the timeline of the first season of the series, where heaven discovered that demons and beings from hell now possessed angelic fist weapons and could hurt or kill the exterminating angels after the death of one of the exterminating angels, they would need a new strategy or a new "weapon", and then with the decision of God and all the seraphim, she was created, an angel made to protect heaven and bring back balance by killing sinners in hell, her name was Angelita, and she would be handed over to Adam who would have to train her until the day of the next day of extermination (which would be the day in which Adam dies), throughout the story Adam would begin to feel something for her, unlike Lilith and Eve, he would fall in love out of true love and not obligation, this love between the two would be something forbidden (as a metaphor for the forbidden fruit of Eden) since by God's order she would have to be pure and virgin and that Adam would not fall into temptation for her, I won't tell the rest of the story, if you want I'll make a post just about that (I'll leave you curious hehe), all I can say is that Adam will not die and the ending is tragic, for all sides.

🤘🏻MY HEADCANONS ABOUT ADAM🎸

These headcanons are some things I thought Adam might like, do, or make me think of him, and I'm also writing this because most of the headcanons I find about him are about sex or couples things (Not that they're bad, some are actually quite cute and I read them when I need comfort), so I'm here to contribute some content just about him.

• About how he feels about have been betrayed

I know, Adam is not the best person in the world but man, he is not a monster, he is a human, the first human, unfortunately, human nature is curious and destructive, not that this is an excuse for everything Adam committed. But then I think, "How much did it hurt to be cheated on twice?", "Did he feel worthless, insufficient?", I know how much it hurts to be cheated on, then I think how bad he felt and feels, but he hides it all behind a false personality of "Dick Master" and "The First Man", titles, high ego and falsehood to hide your real self. The only part of Adam that we were shown about him was him being extremely selfish, rude, arrogant and sexist, but all in scenes where he was exposed to people, people who weren't close to him, and then I wonder if he's just all that, but I feel like Adam he's just a hurt man who hides what he feels behind a false personality, just like Angel Dust does. Proof that he cares about people (at least those he considers close) was his smile at Lute as he slowly lost his life in the arms of the exterminating angel who cried seeing him dying. (I cried so much at this scene 😭)

Adam is a sexist character, I can't deny that, but man, he's the first man, no one ever told him what was right and wrong, they always let him do what he wanted from the beginning of his creation, and even in heaven, but now he had Sera to put him in his place at least when she was around.

I might just be taking a shot in the dark or looking for something good in what isn't there, but that's how I think about Adam, so please let me have this, let me see there's still some good there.

• Adam has a chubby body (like a dad body)

Okay, this one took me a while to think about, because a lot of people draw him thin and we never see him without his tunic, which left me quite confused, but after analyzing some scenes and discovering he was made based on his voice actor (Alex Brightman) I had no more doubts.

In these scenes every time he is squeezed his belly ends up being marked and you can clearly see that he is a little chubby. I know there was that scene with Lilith at the beginning that shows him skinny, but let's face it guys, you can see from his scenes in heaven that he eats a lot, do you really think he wouldn't gain a little weight?

And even Lucifer during the fight in hell against him told Adam that he had really let himself go, kind of like he was different before when he was in the garden of Eden.

Honestly, I don't know why people try to say he's skinny, the fanarts are really beautiful and stuff, but come on, don't you think a chubby Adam would make more sense? I'm not saying this because I love chubby men (I think they're incredibly cute and it makes me want to hug them 😫💗) but I don't know, I just think that with all of his diet, which isn't the best, it made him gain a little weight in the meantime.

• He felt bad about being the only human in heaven

This is because of an art I saw on Pinterest and it made me reflect on it. Like, when he got to heaven he was the only one with human appearance, all other angels and winners (human souls who reach heaven) had different appearances, such as animal appearances, for example Molly, Angel Dust's sister, who is a spider.

So I think he may have made that mask with horns to feel more integrated into that society and less different.

•Adam plays guitar when he's feeling bad (sad, distressed, stuff like that)

I imagine that whenever Adam is feeling sad, distressed or even stressed, he goes somewhere alone and plays his guitar in calm chords expressing what he feels through the melody played, it would be calm notes but full of feelings, his black gloved fingers hitting the strings while all there is in the place are just him, his guitar and his mind, and no one else to see him like that.

I think that whenever he remembers Lilith and Eva's betrayals, he feels at least a little bad, and then playing his guitar stops and takes away all that bad feeling in his chest, even if it just goes away temporarily.

I imagine the following scenario, late afternoon almost dusk as the cotton white clouds take on a yellowish tone as the sun slowly sets bringing the night with it, while the sun brought the night with it, in Adam's chest that bitter feeling grew as memories knocked on the door again, leaving him more moody than usual, making him fly away from the city with his guitar to sit on the golden gates of heaven and as he plays the guitar calmly emptying that feeling from his chest so that the next day he pretends that nothing happened, but he knows, he knows that that will forever be stuck in his mind.

• He's not as popular as he says he is

Going back to that topic I said about him hiding behind a false narcissistic personality and high ego, I think that him being popular is a lie, both sexually and in society, I know, he is the first man and that would make him popular and the fact that he is a guitarist in a band, but think with me, would you like to be in the presence of someone or have relationships with someone who only knows how to curse all the time and talk about himself and how many girls he had sex with over the weekend?

Well, at least I think that everything he says is just stuff to inflate his ego and feel good about himself.

• He likes 80s rock bands

This is just in my head, I feel like Adam would like 80s rock bands like Metallica or Guns N' Roses, maybe even Slipknot, bands in general that have the same type of music that he plays, I also think he enjoys guitar solos like Slash or the solo from the song "Master of puppets".

I also think that his band's style follows the same style as these bands, I don't know, like I said it's just my headcanon.

•Adam has a fear or trauma of apples

This is supposed to be a little funny

This headcanon came to mind when a friend of mine who also knows Hazbin hotel made the joke that Adam is afraid or traumatized by apples because of the whole forbidden fruit of Eden thing and betrayal by Eve.

Imagine, Lute simply eating an apple near him and he freaks out, ripping the apple out of her hands and throwing it away.

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I honestly feel like Adam deserved a chance to change, a chance at redemption, a chance to really be loved and really love, no sex, no divine obligation, just real love.

Well guys that's what I have for now, I'll try to remember more headcanons for a next post, maybe even some +18, but for now that's all I have in my mind.

Thank you so much for reading, kisses in your heart 💗🤘🏻

[syluk-sky]

Excerpt from my Supernatural fic

This is a small excerpt from the latest chapter of my Supernatural fic, because I think it's funny 🤭

The Wrath of Heaven (Supernatural AU fanfic on Ao3) The Archangel Michael hadn't planned to stay human for so long, and he certainly hadn't expected to reincarnate as Dean Winchester, the human who broke the first seal of Lucifer's cage and who by his Father's Will was supposed to become his true vessel. (AU from season 4, BAMF Michael!Dean)

Chapter 6: Researching Angels

"It's easy for you to talk, Mr. My-ass-was-touched-by-an-angel," Bobby grumbled, concentrating on the book on his desk again.

Dean frowned. "Castiel didn't touch my ass."

The corner of Sam's lips twitched up. "He said he 'gripped you tight'," he quipped, emphasizing the last three words.

Dean's mouth opened, about to argue, but then closed it again. When Castiel carried him out of Hell, he was only a soul, fully encompassed and caressed by his grace. It wouldn't be a surprise if he did accidentally touch his ass.

Did a human soul even have an ass?

Sam's smirk widened into a small grin at seeing Dean so seriously pondering this question. Bobby also snorted and shook his head in amusement.

Catching himself focusing on such stupid things, Dean groaned as he flopped against the couch and threw an arm over his eyes. Being a human and an angel was starting to mess with his head. "I need some pie…" he muttered.

[adventurer515]

Chapter 18 Sneak Peek 📻🍎

taking an english narrative subject, so ofc i decided to assign spheres of action (character roles in the narrative by vladimir propp) to this fanfic AHAHHAHA,,, and so lucifer in this fic is somehow both the person that sends al off to fulfill the goal of the story AND al's primary motivation/goal which iS POETIC AS HELL xD

(luci is also the false hero (presents false claim to be hero) tho,,, iykyk)

Something in the Static (Here are the first seventeen chapters)

Summary:

“Right, but aren’t angels usually up in heaven?”

“Yes, usually, but I’m your guardian angel,” Lucifer says, nodding and standing, the bounds around his hands and body falling away like water. Alastor watches in awe as it happens, shoulders stiffening in slight alarm, but Lucifer simply beams and offers his hand. “Pleased to meet you.”

“Charmed,” Alastor says as he takes the offered hand, shakes it, then pointedly wipes his hand on the front of his suit, much to this angel’s consternation.

Or: Alastor attempts to murder the local coffeehouse's barista, but accidentally invites his guardian angel into his life instead.

Alternate Summary: basically, this fic is if u grab what we know of alastor’s backstory, research the 1920s like a thesis, and then slap a silly goofy angel roommate-situationship on top

[randomperson99sworld]

Hope

~Chapter 1 ~

Summary: Dean and Sam Winchester save a young woman —Natalie Johnson, from a coven of witches who are after her deceased grandmothers spell book. At first Dean doesn’t trust her, will he ever? Natalie is just simply a woman who gets roped up in the supernatural world from a mistake her grandmother made.

Pairing: Dean x OC

Warning: Age gap, slow burn, smut (not until the later chapters), language, gore.

Word Count: 1,370

A/N: Hope you guys are liking the story so far. This story is a slow-burn, probably worse than my “Ruffled Feathers” fanfic but it’s worth it I promise. Happy reading! ♥️

Six Months Later:

Dean Winchester wasn't a fan of witches. Hell, after everything they'd been through, he wasn't a fan of much these days—especially not being a babysitter.

Six months had passed since Jack saved his life, since they'd put the final nail in Chuck's coffin, since Heaven had been restored by Cas. It should've felt like the end of the road, the time to kick back and finally live out the rest of their lives. But old habits died hard, and Sam had stumbled across another case.

Witches. Three of them. Siblings.

Dean grumbled under his breath, gripping the steering wheel of the Impala tightly as they tore down the road, two hours from Lebanon. Beside him, Sam was deep into his research as usual, eyes glued to his tablet, scanning old newspaper clippings and witch lore.

"So, what's the deal with this Natalie girl again?" Dean asked, voice heavy with skepticism.

Sam sighed. "Natalie Johnson. She's twenty-seven. The coven abducted her two days ago. No criminal record, no history of supernatural encounters before this. She's a civilian."

"And why would a bunch of witches kidnap a civilian?" Dean's voice dripped with distrust. "People don't just get snatched for no reason."

"Because of her grandmother," Sam explained, his tone patient, but Dean knew the slight irritation was bubbling underneath. "Natalie's grandmother passed away a year ago. Turns out, she had some kind of old spell book the coven's after called the Dark Scrolls. It was auctioned off when the estate was liquidated, but they think Natalie has it. She filled me in on everything before they abducted her, she knew they were after her."

Dean's eyes narrowed as he glanced at his brother. "You believe her?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't think she's lying, Dean. She doesn't know anything about the book, and most of her grandmother's things were sold off. Besides, she's scared."

Dean scoffed. "Right. Scared. Or playing us. Either way, I don't like it."

Tracking the witches wasn't the hard part. Sam had pieced together their ritual patterns, narrowing down their hideout to an old farmhouse deep in the woods. When they arrived, the place was covered in sigils and markings, all glowing faintly with dark energy. Dean's skin prickled in response—witch magic always made his gut churn.

As usual, the brothers moved like a well-oiled machine. Dean kicked down the door while Sam covered him with his shotgun. Inside, the air was thick with incense and the scent of rotting herbs. The witches—three of them—were chanting in the center of a makeshift altar, Natalie bound and unconscious at their feet.

"Hey, Tweedledum and Tweedledumber!" Dean shouted, machete gleaming in his hand. "Party's over!"

The witches reacted immediately, hissing in anger as they turned toward the brothers. One of them, a tall, dark-haired woman, raised her hands, sending a gust of wind that knocked Sam off his feet. Dean charged, ducking under another spell, and swung his blade, slicing through the arm of one of the witches. She screamed, blood spraying onto the floor, and collapsed.

Sam regained his footing and fired his shotgun, hitting the second witch square in the chest with salt rounds, sending her stumbling backward. Dean moved quickly, decapitating her with a single swing of his machete.

The third witch—the eldest of the siblings—snarled and vanished in a puff of smoke, her form dissolving before they could stop her.

"Great," Dean muttered, wiping blood off his blade. "One got away."

Sam rushed to Natalie's side, checking her pulse. "She's alive, but out cold."

Dean grunted, his eyes scanning the room for any sign of the third witch. "She's still a threat, Sam. And now we're stuck with her." He gestured to Natalie.

Sam sighed, looking down at the unconscious woman. "We need to keep her safe until we can track down the last witch. She's a target now."

Dean folded his arms, staring at the floor. "Safe? In a world where witches want her for some damn book she doesn't even have? You really think there's anywhere safe?"

Sam glanced at him, an idea forming. "The bunker."

Dean groaned. "Oh, hell no."

Natalie Johnson woke up in a place that seemed half-museum, half-fortress, and completely bizarre. The last thing she remembered was being tied up in that farmhouse, hearing chants in a language she couldn't understand. Then nothing. Now, she was in a sprawling underground bunker, surrounded by strangers who had saved her life.

She sat up gingerly, her head pounding, and looked around. Sam was standing by the door, offering a small smile as she stirred.

"Hey, you're awake," Sam said gently. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I got hit by a truck," she groaned, rubbing her temples. "What is this place?"

"Safe," Sam replied. "We call it the bunker. It's warded against all things supernatural. Nothing can get in or out unless we allow it."

Natalie blinked, taking it all in. The bunker was like something out of a fantasy novel—shelves of ancient books, maps pinned to the walls, and the faint smell of gun oil and leather in the air. But despite its impressive protection, it still felt like a cage.

"I can't stay here," she said firmly, trying to get to her feet. "I need to go home."

"You don't get it," Dean interjected from the hallway, his tone rough and impatient. "You're a target. That witch is still out there, and if you walk out of here, you might as well paint a bullseye on your back."

Natalie crossed her arms, glaring at him. "So, what, I'm just supposed to hide in here forever?"

"Until we find that book or the witch, yeah," Dean shot back. "You'll be safer here than anywhere else."

Sam stepped in, trying to diffuse the tension. "Look, we don't like it either. But for now, it's the best option. We need to figure out where the book is before the witch does."

Natalie hesitated, her frustration warring with her gratitude. These men—hunters, they called themselves—had risked their lives to save her. The least she could do was stay put and not make things harder for them. But the truth was, being trapped underground with strangers didn't sit well with her.

"I don't even know what this book looks like," Natalie admitted. "I barely knew my grandmother. She didn't leave me anything important. Just some old jewelry and a few knick-knacks."

Dean huffed, pacing the room. "Yeah, well, those 'knick-knacks' might just get you killed."

"Dean..." Sam shot him a warning look before turning back to Natalie. "We're not saying you're in any danger here. We're just... being careful."

Natalie glanced between the two brothers, sensing the tension between them. "I'm grateful for what you've done, really. But this is... a lot."

"You think it's a lot for you?" Dean muttered under his breath. "Try living with it every day."

As the days passed, Natalie settled into life at the bunker—though calling it "settling" was a stretch. Dean was less than pleased about having someone to look after, and Natalie wasn't thrilled about being watched like she was some kind of liability. The tension between them was palpable, but Sam did his best to keep things civil, diving into research to find any trace of the missing spellbook.

Dean kept his distance, eyes always watchful, distrust hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break. He didn't like how much she reminded him of past cases—of people they tried to help who ended up dead anyway. And Natalie, for her part, wasn't eager to make friends with the man who barely spoke to her unless it was to question her motives.

Still, they all had a common goal: to stop the witch before she came back for Natalie.

"You really don't trust me, do you?" Natalie asked one night, catching Dean by surprise.

Dean looked up from his drink, his gaze hard and unflinching. "Not really.”

Natalie frowned, crossing her arms. "Well, I don't trust you either, but I'm here. So what now?"

Dean smirked bitterly. "Now? We wait. And hope we're not too late."

[hismercytomyjustice]

I woke up yesterday knowing next to nothing about 20s music and dance.

I fear the person I will be by the time I finish writing this one shot for a cartoon about sad people in hell.

orz

[polarisbibliotheque]

Writing Advice - Answering an Ask part 1

Hey everyone!! I recently got a super cute, beautiful and heartwarming ask requesting writing advices/how to beat writers block.

I wrote the answer on a doc and it has 3 pages, so I'm gonna be posting it in different parts - do forgive and AMAZING ANON WHO ASKED ME I HOPE YOU SEE THIS, IT'S PART OF YOUR ANSWER xD

Seriously, I've been sitting on this answer for a week now thinking how I'm gonna make it shorter >.<

So, without further ado, for the first part of the answer, I wanna tell a little bit about my writing journey - how I got from "not writing at all" to where I am now.

Because people think that you have a gift and words just flow like ambrosia in the cups of the gods - but I've actually started writing some pretty cringe stuff when I was 10 years old to get to a more poetic sort-of writing during my 29s currently.

THEREFORE, a little bit on how I got from cringy to still cringy but sometimes good writing ;)

I started by telling made-up stories to my sister when she couldn’t sleep and to my cousins during sleepovers because, I don’t know, they seemed to like my stupid little stories when I was 7 years old – or even younger. Sometimes I wrote some things, sometimes I didn't. But I was telling stories!

When I was 13, I discovered the magic world of fanfiction, and I wrote and published a HORRID thing on a fanfic website in my country, based on the band McFly that me and my sister adored back then (the gods have graced me with the power of deleting it and I thank immensely to that).

It was the first time I wrote AND published something to an audience outside of my friends/family.

After that, I kept on writing, and I moved to creating my own stories. When I was 14, I wrote a fanfic with the same band, but really the main theme was that I was an archeologist living in Egypt who researched on Atlantis and ended up finding the lost city. Somehow, I was allowed to climb the pyramids as well - because, you know, I ADORE Tomb Raider, and if Lara Croft could do it, so could I.

Told ya there would be some pretty cringy stuff in here, huh? xD

When I turned 15, I was bullied non-stop at school and so creating stories became my way to escape reality and have some fun with the people I wanted to meet in my life. I started carrying a notebook everywhere with me – it was my writing notebook. I had so many stories, and I never finished any of them (and good heavens, they are THE MOST cringy stuff, I’m glad they will NEVER see the light of day).

But I use the writing notebook thing to this day - whenever I'm travelling and internet isn't granted, I have somewhere to write.

I finished my FIRST novel when I was 16!! I was SO HAPPY about it!! It took me a year and a half writing it: a young adult book, kinda like Twilight (it was THE thing back then), with a secret society based on Arthurian Legend because I was a sucker for everything King Arthur (still am).

I can’t BEAR to read the first page of it nowadays, because c’mon. It was 15-year-old depressive me being bitter about everything and post-Twilight frenzy. The universe and worldbuilding has one HELL of a potential, but oh LORDS, it IS painful to read. I was a teen after all… But I finished a novel! If I haven’t done it, I wouldn’t be writing the way I’m writing today!

When I got into Law School, things got a little slow. I couldn't focus too much on writing and my social life improved a lot. I started tweaking my Arthurian story, but nothing too defined - I kept on writing lots of WIPs, though.

Around my 20’s, while I was close to graduating Law School, I started writing again… Supernatural fanfiction. With the SOLE PURPOSE of self-indulging, because I couldn’t find A SINGLE fanfiction that I could self-insert and love Dean Winchester while kicking some demon ass (sorry, I couldn’t resist the Nico inside me).

That led me to writing a 4-part Supernatural fanfiction that, honestly, for the next 6 years, it was the thing that made my heart soar while I was slaving away at a job I hated.

While I was overworking my ass off, I started writing (brace yourselves...) BTS fanfiction. I got into the band and some people from the website I wrote my Supernatural fanfic embraced me and kinda put me in the group and into the BTS world.

I was on the path of a burnout, so that became my escape - the girls from the website were so nice and we had many MANY writing projects of short stories. Throughout the years, I think I wrote around 25 or 30 stories, 40 pages max, to publish on this website and just have fun.

It started nice, but as time went by and I started moving out of the rom-com clichés (which are nice, don't get me wrong, we all love 'em) and became more existential and philosophic with a lot of metaphorical things while writing - and people stopped reading my work. I started to think I was bad, no one wanted to read because I lacked quality in my writing, or just my stories weren't so appealing as I thought. So I lost my will to write and slowly went back to my personal original stories.

When I hit 25 years old, I got fired and had a full burnout. I got really sick and my life literally stopped for the last 5 years - it has been hard, but that gave me time to sit back on my computer and recover ALL the books and stories I never finished writing.

I am NOT joking, I just counted all of them, and I have 65 DIFFERENT unfinished stories sitting on my Word folder right now on my computer. I also have a txt file I keep some “ideas that might be interesting to work on” and those have around 12 different full ideas of stories I might never write as well.

Upon hitting 27, I went back to writing niche fanfiction I didn't think anyone would want to read, so I published it here. I thought no one would want to read Devil May Cry fanfiction written by a woman who clearly worries more about the internal turmoil of characters rather than if what I'm writing is cute/rom-com like.

I opted for a more adult approach - given Dante and Vergil are adult men with lots of traumas, and I thought "hey, I don't have to write teenage things anymore, I can actually write how two adults would have difficult conversations and relationships in this fucked up world of ours" and that made a HUGE difference to my writing.

and once again thank the gods I found my people who like to read this sort of stuff :)

For quite a while, I was worried if what I was writing was consumable - you know, if the romance was that kind of tacky romantic thing to sweep you of your feet with perfect characters who don't exist, if people only have good times and are always laughing and having fun, if people enjoy touching each other 24/7 and being romantic and all that sugar coated stuff, if what I'm writing is politically correct, if it hasn't any subjects that are triggering or "wrong" in any sort of capacity... And that stiffed me. I lost my will to write and I stopped enjoying it, because I couldn't get my ideas out anymore.

Being quite honest, I'm not a person who had an easy, beautiful life. I had many things happen to me that made me understand Vergil on a soul level (and I think that's why I'm so comfortable writing him, as much as I hate that man), because I'm wary of people and my trust issues make me keep everyone at bay. I can only put my feelings safely out on my writing and my music, and I wasn't being able to.

So I tossed everything out of the window and started writing unhinged stuff. And oh, that made me feel SO good! I always smile a lot when re-reading my Cyberpunk-style story and a character called Abby tattoos on the ass of a corporate man that he is hers bitch, and when a "fallen angel" from my vampiric story smiles creepily and tells everyone she's got the most unhinged vampire on a leash and tells him to just kill everyone in the room for sheer revenge.

Not the best, politically correct stuff. Very wrong, by the way. But I had so much fun writing them, and it has so much character building behind these actions, it makes me feel nice :)

Out of all the 65 WIPs on my computer, I have around 5 that I think are really worth it for a full novel and so. They are:

My Arthurian Legend based novels. I outlined a series, I made character sheets, I planned and planned and planned... Since I'm 15, I've been thinking about it. Someday, who knows, this story will see the light of day.

My Cyberpunk-style novel. Halfway through it and every time I go "oh this is too heavy, I can't write this" I just toss the thought out of the window and go for it. Quite unhinged, very existential and grim, everyone is depressed and traumatized, but I love it :)

The Angel-Vampire stuff. Or, as I call it sometimes, the trip of an angel-like being going through the 7 deadly sins until finally falling for good, all aided by the most unhinged vampire in town. It's more like a villain origin story than anything else.

The Tea Shop thing. Oh, this one has been on my mind since 2018 and only now I've found some plot I like for it. Creation (yes, humanized form of creation) runs a tea shop and everything is fine until a woman enters and she has no Universe inside her eyes - and that is something to be afraid of. Doesn't make sense? Oh, yes, indeed. I'm going crazy with the concepts on this one, thanks to Neil Gaiman and The Sandman.

The rockstar guardian angel one. That's it. It's literally what the premise says: a woman has a dead rockstar as a guardian angel - and they couldn't be more opposite of each other. It doesn't help she's investigating his death and can talk to ghosts.

And my original vampire story, which I just call Nathan and Kathleen. I started this one when I was 16 or 17, so the writing is VERY cringy. I had just seen The Witcher 2 gameplay and, by then, I had never seen anything like it. As it's expected, I'm re-writing the 150 pages of unfinished work I already have.

Will this stop me from writing the other WIPs whenever I want to? Nah. I’ll keep on writing. Even if they are bad or horribly cringy.

Why am I blabbering about ALL this???

Because the most important stuff you can do is write.

You see, I didn't start out writing the way I do today - and I have so many stories, with so many pages, that I like so much, but I read it nowadays and I see I need to re-work them. And that's how you evolve! That's how you get better! By refining your abilities!

This is something I learned with the rockstars I love so much. None of them started out by playing perfectly - most of them had to sit down, listen and learn their instruments on their own. They got a LOT of things wrong to start getting something very simple right. And the more they play, the more they train, the more they refine, the better they become.

The same goes to writing - so, keep on writing! Everything you can, as much as you can, don’t feel bad about starting something new and never finishing another one, and don’t feel like you need to put out a masterpiece every time you sit to write.

Sometimes you just need to… Write.

[maaikeatthefullmoon]

This week I have mostly been reading...

May 13-19th, 2024

New idea I've had, and hopefully something I'll have time to do once a week on a Sunday. Over the past seven days, I have devoured the following Good Omens fanfics, and I recommend these most heartily to you:

Completed works I've read this week:

Boyfriend Debut by snae_b Rated E - A & C are both porn actors. It sounds seedy. It's not. Holy Hell, it's not. It's one of the hottest things I've ever read, but also so, so sweet and delightful.

They Drink Tea At The End by @knifeforkspooncup Rated T - After a year spent in Heaven, A returns to C in the bookshop completely and utterly overstimulated in every sensory capacity. A wonderful, sweet story of them truly knowing each other and an excellent example of how the fandom relates to GO in so many beautiful ways.

Pay Per View by IneffableToreshi Rated E - A lovely story set in Canada, full of our so frequently seen miscommunication between A & C. And, as the author says: "Also, why the fuck is Aziraphale watching porn in their hotel room?! And taking notes?!"

Cranking Up The Heat by @vavoom-sorted-art Rated E - Well, the title says it all, really. And the fic's description: "The equivalent of that hot wings challenge, but with porn." Don't really want to say much more, as you've gotta see it to enjoy it.

On The Same Page by Chekhov Rated E - A fake marriage fic with Only One Bed. A & C are both authors, but two very different ones. Excellently written with very vividly described mental struggles with internal homophobia & self loathing.

A Model Guardian by Fuuma_san Rated E - As a former model, I found this fic really interesting. I'd genuinely love to know what the author's tie/experience in the industry is. C is a model, A is their bodyguard. An interesting tale which involves some great discussion on gender.

In The Room Where You Sleep by @mrghostrat Rated E - Another banger by ghostrat, posted in its entirety this week. In a reversal to many other fics I've seen, A is a vampire and C is a vampire hunter. *Homer Simpson voice* With sexy results. ;)

WIPs which have updated this week (which I devour as soon as I get the update!)

There Is A Light And It Never Goes Out by @phoen1xr0se Rated M - A is a researcher (puffins!), C is a lighthouse keeper on the island where A has run away to to escape his problems and do his research. The author has recently spent a week studying puffins - which is the ultimate dedication, if you ask me. Ch 9/26 posted this week

Find The Light by @klikandtuna Rated E - Headmaster A and Rockstar C. The story teases out a fraught history between them whilst keeping a tension between them in the modern day. Ch 4/? posted this week.

Terminus by @emotional-support-demon-crowley Rated T - Astronaut A is guided back to Earth by controller C after 92 years in space. There are many difficulties both of them have to face and they develop an amazing rapport. Ch 15/17 posted this week.

Oddity by @tsyvia48 Rated E - Actor C is contracted by (useless) Gabriel to guest curate an exhibition at the museum where A works. After getting off on the wrong foot, can they work together to pull off this show? Ch 22/24 posted this week.

Under The Summer Stars by @pannotbread Rated E - This wonderful fic has taught me more about physics than school ever did (mostly because I never did any physics, but...well). A & C have to share their time at an observatory because there is Only One Telescope. Not only will you learn about astrophysics, astrobiology, and astroecology, you'll also read some of the most poetically, beautifully written masturbation scenes I've ever seen. *ahem* Ch 6/13 posted this week.

Free by well, me: imposterssyndrome Rated E - A & C meet (again?) in an acute mental health ward after both having had mental health crises. A runs a bookshop but is very much under his parents' control. C has been homeless since childhood and has struggled his entire life. They do not trust each other when they first meet, but feel strangely drawn to one another all the same. Where will this lead them? This is a passion piece for me. There is a lot of lived experience in it, and extensive research from both professionals and peers. It has been a real journey for me to write it, and as I'm coming closer to the end it's becoming very emotional for me. Ch 43/? posted this week

[cringelordofchaos]

https://picrew.me/en/image_maker/100365 - the Picrew i used

Hey guys your Picrew obsessed freak is back from the skeleton wars!!! Anyway this is a Minecraft oc I have for a Minecraft fanfic I've been planning for quite some time.

Random facts Abt her!!

Has been dead for about a thousand years, however her perception of time has worsened as it passed so she isn't aware of it

She doesn't think she deserves to go to Heaven

She feels extremely guilty about what she's done in the past even though it was (mostly) out of control (though admittedly she did make mistakes)(this sounds so confusing out of context -)

Extremely tired and extremely anxious

A bit slow to respond

Has been isolated for a long time (she was shown to the gates of heaven but as she felt like she didn't deserve to enter and as she still had regrets from her life she wanted to fix, she refused to enter and decided to sit there for all pf eternity until another character comes in. She wants to save her children and she's lingering on the chance of returning to overworld to help them. Spoiler alert she can't but it requires too much explanation uhh so I'll leave it up in the air)

Mother of Herobrine and Steve (they're brothers in this fanfic)(ik she doesn't look old here I might try finding a Picrew which.. actually let's you create older people with wrinkles?? Or I'll just create one myself one day)

Cross eyed

Died when she was about... 60? I think? 70?

black rose symbolism is very apparent in her character btw

Her arc is about moving on and accepting what she's done. Accepting the inevitable passing of time. Accepting the fact that she can't go back (to earth) and change everything. And accepting the fact that she's not a horrible human being and she doesn't deserve hell

Steve (her son) killed her (she doesn't know (?))(it's complicated)

Gives the warmest and most comforting hugs ever known to anyone that existed ever

Just a really sweet woman

Was an enthusiastic traveller when she was young and alive. She wanted to explore almost anything - be it caves, other villages, hills, mountains, forests, any biome. She loved researching and reading and exploring

Was quite energetic during her youth

When she was a teenager she escaped her home so she can be fully free, so she could explore the world. That would mark the last time she interacted with her parents. She still feels guilty about it to this day

eyebags + wrinkles + permanent tear marks of the (un)dead

Quite devoted to religion

Fell in love with a lying deceiver which would become the father of Steve and Herobrine and then soon leave them all, leaving her all alone, her trauma only enhanced by her already existing attachment issues and former loss

Wishes she were there for her children more, that she "didn't abandon them", because Steve and Herobrine were both practically kidnapped by one of the villages who recognized them for their powers (according to the prophecy of one of the villagers(not the mob, villagers (specie) didn't exist back then) and so she basically lost them and it was out of her control too

Very devoted and passionate as well as stubborn

uh yeah that's it. Just had to give her trauma huh.

[do-it-for-radagon]

So naturally, I had to go around making playlist for Radagon to serve as inspiration for the future chapters. I am heavily researching Norse mythology as I decided I will base the Fire Giant culture on ancient Scandinavia - minus the Viking raids. The theme of warrior/fight Radagon brings in himself, however. So as I tread a wholly unfamiliar territory for me (our education doesn't cover all that much nordics) I decided, hell, why not make all the research that goes into this playlist known. The playlist is not finished and subject to change. Enjoy my madwoman's musings.

So here will go my notes. The theming is - just like the fanfic - stolen identity, death and rebirth. The fickleness of being a god and a righteous fury of one shackled and finally set free. 1. Ár var alda by Wardruna

Ár var alda meaning In days of yore'

The phrase Ar Var Alda occurs in the First Lay of Helgi Hundingsbane  [Helgakviða Hundingsbana I] where Helgi appears at the start of the Warg-Age to kindle war on Earth. This suggests that this is the era of change and destruction at the end of a world-age or cosmic-cycle and that this was an Ur-Myth or Archetypal Myth set down in the Ur-Age. Ar Var Alda refers to the 'First Time' or 'Ur-Time', the 'Time of the Gods' [1]

This is acknolwedge of the passed events, a basis for the rebirth. It represents the ideas of bygone era that are to be embraced or forfeited in the coming age. 'Time of Gold and of the Leal Hound'. 2. Hagall by Wardruna

Haglaz or *Hagalaz - a h-rune ᚺ meaning 'hail'. Recorded in three runic poems, the Anglo-Saxon one goes: Hail is the whitest of grain; it is whirled from the vault of heaven and is tossed about by gusts of wind and then it melts into water.

Wardruna sings about it: Hail strikes the ears of barley. Death of one, life of another [2]

Associating it with change, one coming from outside, uncontrollable and perhaps unpredictable, seeing how the wind whirls the hail as it pleases. The change that came from outside and caused matter to shift refers to the idea of a mere Tarnished toppling the established reality.

3. Gravferd by Eldrim

Gravferd - funeral, burial. The time to mourn the change and accept the reality. It's a moment's pause to behold the passing state of things - and look forward. The humming still has female voice in it - reminiscing of Marika's agonised yet lingering presence. A God is not easily killed, Hewg said. Perhaps the funeral rites are sung by the Eternal herself, after she came to the rightful conclusion that everything must have an end.

4. Fylgja II (To Tread the Path of Fire) by Osi and the Jupiter. In Norse mythology, a fylgja [Old Norse: fylɡjɑ plural fylgjur] is a supernatural being or spirit which accompanies a person in connection to their fate or fortune. The word fylgja means "to accompany". It can also mean "afterbirth of a child" meaning that the afterbirth and the fylgja are connected.

The chesspieces are set anew. The new age is dawning - and with it awake the cast away and forgotten. It is an interlude, a path to tread. This time, for Radagon, a path of Fire not Gold. 5.Jakten by Forndom

Jakt - a hunt.

Wake up now Oa, and ride, wake up now Oa, and travel forth, through the dark valleys of night, until you reach the guilty one, The wolf who brought us distress, the wolf who brought us death, shall be thine sacrifice when he hangs in the tree. [3]

The hunt long overdue for the traitor born of a Golden dying wish - Salluna. Being a vessel comes with its downsides. Obedience is one of them. Obedience that is nothing more than a trance - one from which you have to wake up.

The wolf who brought us death refers both to the Shadow, and Radagon himself. His own body is treacherous and used against him - canine loyalty instilled in him by his captors. But the wolf shall be sarcrificed and hang in the burning tree. By the hunter. 6. Snake Pit Poetry by Einar Kvitrafn Selvik

In idiomatic speech, "snake pits" are places of horror, torture and death in European legends and fairy tales. The Viking warlord Ragnar Lodbrok is said to have been thrown into a snake pit and died there, after his army had been defeated in battle by King Aelle II of Northumbria. An older legend recorded in Atlakviða and Oddrúnargrátr tells that Attila the Hun murdered Gunnarr, the King of Burgundy, in a snake pit. The snake pit is a place where kings die. A cruel and humiliating death, an antithesis of a noble hero's end. I did not look to a snake to be my bane things happen very often to one that one thinks of the least. Soon now will my body die among the beasts. The young pigs would squeal if they knew the state of the boar of the injury done to me Snakes dig in my flesh stab at me harshly and have sucked on me soon now will my body die among the beasts [4]

The battle that ensues between Marika's remnant and Radagon is cathartic, it's unfair, like a snake pit. And it ends with death, as it should. Just this time, it's the snakes that find their demise in the pit.

7. Vígahugr - Lust for Battle by Einar Kvitrafn Selvik SPOILER for unpublished chapters.

Let us raise our swords, Wolf's tooth-painters, as they shine; Let us perform brave deeds Now that the fish of the valleys(1 )thrive.(2) Each shall seek out Lund, Every man, in a hurry; There before the setting sun, we will Make a loud clashing of spears. I have gone with a bloody sword, The bird of carrion(3) followed me, And a howling spear, In the swift Viking charge. We fought furious battles, Fire ran through men's homes; We made bloody bodies Slain by the city gates. [5]

1.Fish of the valleys = snakes

2.Snakes thrive in summer, the raiding season

3.Bird of carrion = raven

Radagon the Champion and Radagon the Fire giant melt together, finally making a severed man whole. The Giant realises he had been horribly wronged, the Champion brings in the lust for battle. 8. NaudiR by Wardruna

Naudiz is the reconstructed Proto-Germanic name of the n-rune ᚾ, meaning "need, distress".

The rune poem goes Trouble is oppressive to the heart; yet often it proves a source of help and salvation to the children of men, to everyone who heeds it betimes.

and the song's lyrics go: It's so cold here The wind took my last leaves The serpent gnaws in the ground Sharply I age The fire that takes - Life The fire that gives - Life Deep from the deep The heart hammers Deep from the deep The heart strikes Like stone strikes sparks Strikes sparks for the chest's Bonfire Strikes sparks for the heart For mind and blood Hearts hammer The dimness covers What the eye can see And the way I follow And the tracks I tread Are cold, so cold Be welcome Hunger no more In hunger is found Need, my fire Be welcome Long for no more In longing is won Need, my fire Be welcome Burn no more In fire is won Need, my fire[6]

A hunger to be sated by flame. Fire - that destroys. Fire - that rebirths. That warms. That keeps away the darkness. A Fire Giant's prayer. A litany cried in distress, perhaps. Maybe this was the call the last Fire Giant uttered when we proved too strong to defeat. Now the sentiment is Radagon's to share. He is lost, he is brought anew into this world, yet he is so, so old and burdened. There's no one at his side but the inner flame of his kind. He needs to find his place in the world again and fire can be the answer.

9. I Am His Vengeance by Robin Carolan & Sebastian Gainsborough

The flame embraced. The flame that devoured the Erdtree and its gold. Vengeance before vengeance was needed. But there are things still that ought to be burned to ash. 10. Fehu by Wardruna

The Fehu rune ᚠ represents the f and v-sound. Its name means '(mobile) wealth'. The Proto-Germanic name fehu has been reconstructed, with the meaning of "money, cattle, wealth". Fe causes strife amongst friends The wolf feeds in the forest Fe is joy to man strife amongt kin path of the serpent

The snake lies coiled Hidden, it waits beneath like a frost-covered field Strife that kinsmen suffer. [7] Female chorus singing about the dangers of wealth. Treasure attracts serpents, although the last one is long dead. Or is it? It may or may not refer to a later arc in the story. 16. Helvegen -Wardruna The death song Radagon composed for himself. 'For no one else will sing songs about him'

The Way to Hel

I sought the songs I sent the songs when the deepest well offered drops so mighty of Valfather’s pledge

I know it all, Odin where you hid your eye

Who will sing me in the death-sleep sling me when I walk the road to Hel and the tracks I tread are cold, so cold

Early or in fading day still the raven knows if I fall

When you stand by the gate of Hel and when you must tear loose follow you I shall across the bridge of Gjöll with my song

You become free from the bonds that bind you You are free from the bonds that bound you **screams**

X. Hel, jag vet mig väntar by Forndom Hel the Norse world of the dead, but also the name of the Goddess ruling that realm.

Tears I shed Fire I burned To the source of fathers Beloved now has returned My earth is falling apart Clouds fall down With the ash that wails Horns are heard over the heath Hel is waiting There I go There I crawl To fathers now My gravestone is ready My fylgja fleed from me My mind is fading Hugin steers away Hear, the horn sounds They call from the north ancestors and gods Singing from their holl Hel is waiting There I go There I crawl To fathers now[7]

There is but one ending for a God and a God-Slayer. It may or may not refer to a later arc in the story.

[cakegnome]

I recently saw @fellshish recommending this fic and immediately fell in love with it. It’s extremely well researched and utterly immersing.

This one is so funny, 10/10 recommend if you need some cheering up.

Probably one of the best fanfics I’ve ever read. It absolutely consumed me.

This first part is just great and it has an incredibly angsty (but equally great) second part.

i just realised, the fandom adopted you AFTER the divorce! 😔 do you want some fic recommendations?

Yep, they did. How lovely of all you maggots.

YES PLEASE. I BELIEVE I'M NOW GETTING ADDICTED TO GOOD OMENS FANFICTION. Anyone? Just reblog this or reply with your favourite GO fics.

(and no sad endings. no.)