#fanfiction project ???

[lilith0fthevalley]

Now in Production...

Dear Reader, I am so pleased to be able to work on this film for you. Attached below is the showing schedule for your reference. Hope to see you on set!

-Lilith

[randomedgy]

Wolfram after remembring what was like to live with many stepfathers that just meeted his mother for one day. Maybe he also passed this though how he views his relationship with men and he hopes he can live a stable and loyal relationship with his fiance. Here he is crying comfortably in bed.

This meme was supposed to be used in a fanfiction of mine.

[loryn-art]

A Plague Tale Fanfiction : "Ascendance"

Seven years after Requiem.

LUCAS - 20 years old.

Lives and works in an orphan refuge in "Montpellier". This place is also a school and an hospital. Lucas take care of a few children with lessons every morning (basics and mostly Latin) Should be a magistrate but still refuse to bear the title.

I will try to do other studies for other characters and my OCs~ But can't tell too much because of spoilers eheh~

[brightgoat]

[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.

[justaleafinthewind]

If any one of my posts is to break containment, make it this one.

Before January 2025, download your favorite fics, especially those with smut or queer content.

If Project 2025 goes into effect (which it very likely will now that we have three red branches of government in the US), they may attempt to restrict the use/sharing of media on sites like ao3.

This particularly applies to fics with smut or any type of queer content, because the official Project 2025 document states, "Pornography, manifested today in the omnipresent propagation of transgender ideology and sexualization of children, for instance... has no claim to First Amendment protection... Pornography should be outlawed."

Now, I don't expect ao3 to disappear or go anywhere without a fight, but it's best to be on the safe side these days.

To download your favorite fics:

Go to archiveofourown.org and open the fic you want to download.

At the top right corner, to the right of the 'subscribe' button, is a button that says 'download'. Click it.

A drop-down menu will give you the option to choose the format of your download. Choose your preferred format (.epub and .pdf are my personal favorites -- .epub lets you open a fic in the apple books app and .pdf is compatible with like every device and program out there).

When you click the button for your preferred format, a pop-up window appears confirming your choices. The title of the document will default to the title of the fic, so be aware of that and consider changing conspicuous titles to something ignorable, especially if you share the computer.

You're done! Now do this with all your favorite fics!

Stay safe out there, your favorite characters are rooting for you <3

[disgruntled-screaming]

I finished the first draft of chapter 1 and feeling great. I'm going to work on Chapter 2 to get away from the work I did while I figure out the rest of the story.

This is the furthest I've ever gotten with my projects. I'm honestly proud of myself.

[pidgydraws]

💙 comfort 💙

i haven't had time to finish anything lately~ but i can't stop making new sketches lol

[dreamsteddie]

Steve and Eddie who kind of flop in life and end up poor, living in a trailer in a different small town living quiet lives of no import.

The kids, Robin, Nancy, and Johnathan all seem to take the small handful of opportunities offered to them by the government in the aftermath of the Upsidedown to take off and make something of their lives. They're off writing headlines, making news, and living their lives to the best of their abilities, but Steve and Eddie find themselves stuck.

Steve stayed in Hawkins until the kids graduated and left for college. By then Nancy, Johnathan, and Robin are all in their second or third years of college. John and Nancy have their own apartment in New York together and don't reach out all that often, only seeing the rest of the Hawkins crew on Holidays and some vacations. Robin is flourishing at an all-women's college in Maine and has a partner and a cat and plans for graduate school brewing. She's always saying Steve can come out and join her whenever he's ready, but when the time comes it feels like he would just be trying to insert himself in the middle of a life he doesn't know how to fit into, so he turns to Eddie instead.

Eddie is permanently disabled in a number of ways following the events of season four. He struggles with chronic pain, has breathing issues due to the loss of part of his right lung, and lost enough muscle mass in his left leg that walking will never be easy or done without the use of a walker or arm bar crutches. The doctors said he recovered as well as he could have. The kids said he would get better with time. Wayne said it didn't matter if he never got better, he could do anything he set his mind to.

Steve is the only person who tells him the truth.

Steve tells him that it sucks. Tells him that it will probably always hurt. Doesn't give him false hope when he's trying to grieve the loss of the life he wanted to live. The goals he wanted to reach. When he falls deeper and deeper into himself, stuck in the muck of depression, Steve is the only person he lets in. The kids try their best but their lives are moving fast, and taking care of someone like Eddie is exhausting, no matter what they try to say. Eventually, everyone but Dustin gives up on reaching out, the younger boy showing up every Sunday to try and get Eddie out of the house. He always leaves disappointed.

When Steve asks him if he wants to use what's left of their partly government payouts and Steve's equally meager Family Video savings to buy a truly shitty trailer in a town an hour and a half south of Hawkins in the fall of 1990, it feels like the first boon he's been given in almost five years. He'll never be who he could have been if he had ignored Chrissy that day in 86', but he's always thought maybe he could be more than a ghost between Wayne's walls if he could just get out of this god-forsaken town full of people who know too much and too little of what's happened to him.

They get the trailer, pack what little they have, let Wayne hug them close, and leave.

Steve has already transferred to their new town's Family Video, moving up to claim the dubious honor of being the opening manager. Mostly he just unlocks the door, signs into the computer, and makes sure nothing catches fire. Eddie hoped that moving would miraculously make him fit to enter back into the world, but he spends most of his days with a blanket on the front porch, watching people pass by. He does, though, finally accept that he needs to apply for disability to help Steve keep the lights on and the water hot. That last little bit of hope that he could be what he used to be dies, but he's learning to be content with what he does have. He starts taking a walk, just ten minutes around the loop of the trailer park saying hi and trading polite nods with his fellow residents. He's not ok, but he's starting to build a new community of people not too different from himself.

The new trailer only has one bedroom. Eddie sleeps on a fold-out mattress in the living room. It had been a major argument when they first moved in with Steve insisting that Eddie needed the bed. Eddie argued that it wasn't fair for him to take the room when Steve was the one working 40 hours a week to keep them afloat. In the end, Eddie was the more stubborn of the two. It helps that Eddie has absolutely no qualms about crawling into bed with Steve on the nights when the couch bed really won't cut it for his aching body. Steve never questions it, just shuffles over a little and lets the other man in.

Steve doesn't question a lot of stuff.

He doesn't question when all their effects are shared between them with no effort to distinguish between yours and mine, Eddie's and Steve's. He doesn't question it four months in when Eddie starts to get his feet under him and decides to take up cooking, always trying his best to have everything done just as Steve walks through the door. He doesn't question when a good chunk of Eddie's first disability check goes to buying Steve a sturdy, if not very fashionable, new watch for his birthday since his old one went bust almost a year ago.

He doesn't question it when Eddie holds his hand for the first time under the stars hanging above their front porch.

He doesn't question it when Eddie introduces him to one of his new neighbor friends with a hand resting comfortably on his lower back

He doesn't question it when Eddie starts sleeping in the bedroom every night.

Or makes him box mix cupcakes for Valentine's Day.

Or kisses him for the first time on the couch that's never a bed unless they want to spend the day binge-watching bargain bin films.

Because really, isn't this how it was always going to go? Wasn't this exactly what Steve was asking for when he asked Eddie to skip town with him?

Isn't this what Eddie was hoping for when he said yes?

[ecstarry]

when james misses regulus trust he's being an absolute dramatic ass baby and going back to his folder he has of pics and videos of regulus while listening to the playlist he made.

mind you this folder has everything from baby pics, to screenshots of them on facetime, to regulus wearing a face masc to pictures were you can only see an inch of his face and regulus is just like ?? why would you even save those pics ??

while james is like what do you mean dear precious boyfriend you look so hot in that picture that only shows the corner of your eyebrow

[lilith0fthevalley]

Coming Soon to A Theatre Near You... Summerween

As the days stretch long and the solstice approaches, the veil between worlds shimmers—not in frost, but in the shimmer of heat and the flicker of wings. Moth Wings.

Welcome to Summerween, a celebration of everything I love: horror steeped in nostalgia, stories that crawl beneath your skin, and the tender, fluttering dark.

Starting May 2nd, each week a new fic will emerge from the cocoon—each one returning to the roots of what made me fall in love with horror in the first place. These tales are inspired by the classics: stories that haunt, twist, and linger like dust in a forgotten attic.

🔪🩸⚰️Every other Friday, a full-length x reader will be posted—stories soaked in dread, obsession, and the uncanny.

🦋🕸️🥀On the in-between Fridays, you’ll find something gentler: a shorter fic that still peers into the shadows, with the occasional fic offering you a soft place to land amongst the thorns.

The series will unfold through the solstice, ending just as the sun reaches its peak on June 20th—when the light is longest, but the shadows are sharpest.

It's Always The Season Of The Witch...

Welcome to Summerween!

May 2nd ~ It was supposed to be a reprieve. After the devastating loss against the BSAA and the falling through of the launch of Uroboros, Y/N, recommended retreating back to the states to give her husband time to lick his wounds. So they decide to go to the one and only Spencer estate… However, failure after failure after failure is not good for one's mental state... Especially the seemingly impervious Albert Wesker. 

May 16th  ~ Your assignment is straightforward. Bring a camera. Get some soil samples. Stay away from the old ruins. But once you're inside… you realize you're not alone.

May 30th ~ Fresh out of behavioral science training, all sharp instincts and soft edges. The team doesn’t respect you yet. So they throw you a bone: interview the caged genius the BSAA once called its head of psychological operations.

June 13th ~ No one goes near the woods anymore. Too many disappearances, too many bodies that were never found. Some say the killer is still out there. A figure cloaked in darkness. Others say the land itself is cursed, thirsty for blood. You don’t believe in curses… Do you? We do. 

June 20th ~ The charming, easy-going friend you’ve known for years, invited you. A summer getaway to a secluded village—an idyllic retreat to escape the stresses of life. He’s been to this village before, he says. It's a special place, a spiritual retreat to find peace, healing, and connection… That's all... Right?

[justaz]

merlin gets sick. like. bad sick. maybe its a curse maybe its natural idk all i know is that merlin gets sick. he has a fever so high he is somewhat delirious. his whole body hurts. he feels like death. he ends up traversing the castle to enter arthur’s chambers and climbs into bed next to him. he was in pain and felt like shit and in his delirious state, he went to the one person who could always offer him comfort. arthur wakes to find merlin curled up next to him, his tunic fisted tightly in his hand as if to keep arthur where he was. gaius quietly walks in and extracts merlin from the bed, apologizing and explaining that merlin was ill and delirious with the fever. merlin is being tugged out of bed, away from arthur.

he’s fighting as best he can which, considering he’s sick, isn’t that good as gaius doesn’t even blink. then merlin is being dragged across the room, away from arthur and his body heat which was chasing away the chills and his touch was easing his pain. merlin starts complaining, whining more like, about how he wants arthur. gaius apologizes again and says he’ll send for a replacement to serve him before finally getting merlin out of arthur’s chambers and back to his own bed. gaius steps out for an hour to retrieve herbs from the town and returns to finds arthur curled around merlin in his little cot in his room, merlin fisting arthur’s tunic and arthur’s hand rubbing up and down merlin’s back.

[almostswagkid]

"Need a cig? You look like you're about to die..."

[gingerale13]

Scout visits his Ma after being missing for years !!

Once again spreading the word of amazing TF2 fanfics!!

The ~277K work, "Stolen Pieces" was finally finished by it's lovely author @milk-v3 (AKA AhChunta) after like 2 years of consistent updates yay!!

The AU is that Scout is a high-profile art thief, and Sniper is the agent tryin to catch him. Overall, all of the characters are just super well-built out, the plot is constantly twisting & turning, and some of the chapters made me cry 👍

I would highly suggest giving it a read, especially if you like Speeding Bullet, Engiespy, and Heavymedic sprinkled in-between. This fic is right up there with Running Blind and GTTMs for me🙏

[little-annie]

Steve doesn't know it, but when it's his turn to sing their little girl to sleep, Eddie sits on the couch with the baby monitor and listens to the soothing sound of his voice.

Steve’s ever so slightly off key and when he sings songs like The Ants Go Marching—well Eddie falls a little bit more in love every time.

Especially when Steve's wandering mind gets the best of him and he forgets what number he's on.

The song will go from 2 to 3 to 5 and back to 3 in a matter of seconds.

Eddie's never asked him where his mind has wandered off to in those moments. Mostly because he's unsure if Steve even knows that he does it.

And it's not like Eddie wants him to stop.

As he hears the soft melody and feels his chest flutter with emotion, he wonders what has Steve's mind wandering tonight—be it mooning over the soft sounds of their baby girls snores or making a grocery list in his head, he'll never know.

'The ants go marching three by three. Hurrah, Hurrah. The ants go marching three by three. Hurrah, Hurrah. The ants go marching three by three, the third one stops to pet a bee, and they all go marching down to the ground to get out of the rain. buh, buh, buh.'

'...'

'The ants go marching three by three. Hurrah, Hurrah. The ants go marching three by three. Hurrah, Hurrah. The ants go marching three by three, the third one stops to pet a bee, and they all go marching down to the ground to get out of the rain. buh, buh, buh.'

And just like the first time he'd heard it and surely just as he will the next, Eddie smiles, and his heart aches beautifully with the amount of love that he holds for this little family that he's lucky enough to call his own.

[curiouslymyown]

Asexual Regulus Black talking about his boyfriend and confusing everyone when he says “I need to be inside him,” when what he means is “I need to climb inside his soul and make a home there.”