#fangirling over fanfics

[sheikfangirl]

"If you want to rescue Zelda, come to my castle!"

This scene always gives me goosebumps 😭

That Sheik plot twist!!!! (Im not Sheik's fangirl for nothing by the way) Zelink have this emotional reunion and are separated immediately! THE DRAMA!!

I'll never be over that game. NEVER! OoT Zelink, my beloved 💕

(Btw I HATE shading gems and crystals 😂😭)

[gingiekittycat]

Getting an author reply to a fic comment is just the best feeling. Like a celebrity stopping to sign autograph

[sotwk]

@scyllas-revenge oh girl, that is how *I* look when I'm reading your fic and Boromir hasn't even shown up yet. 🤣 It has suddenly occurred to me that perhaps I should fear the toll seeing him and Bee together shall take on my fangirl heart.

POV: You left a comment on my fic

[enixamyram]

So, we all know the first season was a little rushed since they only had 8 episodes to work with. It is my (desperate) hope that since the show is doing so well, they'll be given more episodes for season 2. Now let's pretend they'll be given enough for filler episodes as well as the main story. Here are some of my dream filler episodes I would love to see happen!

A Chaggie date (Vaggie sees Charlie is getting stressed and worries about her so she insists on taking her out for a night off.)

A Keekee and Fat Nugets episode (something happens and the two end up away from the hotel and work together to find their way back home.)

An Earth Visit (not sure why, but somehow for some reason, Charlie and co visit earth for a day and chaos ensures because how could it not.)

Emily Visits Hell (maybe brings Molly with? It would be kind of hilarious for people from Heaven to see how it really is like in Hell. Maybe this is Charlie trying to get them to be more part of the hotel transition.)

A Blackout Episodes (One of those, how various people deal with something -Vox- causing a blackout throughout the city. Maybe even one of those Charlie or Vaggie gets stuck in a lift with Velvette or someone to have some fun interactions between different characters.)

A Gambling Episode (No idea the story but at some point it involves Husk making some bets to let off steam and Angel ends up tagging along as arm candy and I read somewhere that Husk cheats so maybe Angel helps him!)

Lucifer rejoins society (he attempts to pick up his role as King of Hell but finding it increasingly hard since his long absence and preppy attitude means not many people take him seriously.)

Nifty chaos (maybe she somehow wanders from the hotel while Alastor is away so Chalie and the others try to find her, worried she'll get hurt, meanwhile she's terrorizing the rest of hell and just having a blast before they eventually find her safe and sound if not covered in a lot of someone else's blood.)

Overlords episode (Maybe Charlie or Lucifer want to try and get on the good side of the overlords so try and spend some time with each of them to get to know them better.)

The Vees meets Hangover (this one is really silly and in general I just want a Vee filler but it'd also be hilarious if there was a Hangover style one where one of them - take your pick, it'd be hilarious either way - goes missing after a bender and the other two struggle to put together what happened to find them.)

[angelbambisworld]

You silly goose you really think you can eat all that???

[yandere-wishes]

Can tumblr author be a full time job??

No, seriously, I'm not loving the job opportunities I have out there.

[scribblesscribblings]

Was debating with my party last night over whether or not Linzi is a shipper. Only very deep and thought-provoking conversations over here

[tiredemzz]

“What fandom do you remember from your childhood?”

Legit shows this -

[cloudwasdead]

LITERALLY ROLLING ON THE GROUND BECAUSE OF THE NEW AMICUS CURIAE CHAPTER I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AAAAAAA

[djarintreble]

i bought a peeta mellark shirt to match my friend for the ballad premiere (we’re doing the peeta and finnick shirt trend) and the girl at boxlunch was like “oh i’m a peeta girl too!” and i was like “peeta was my first love and i’ve been- well this might be embarrassing but i’ve been reading this fic that-“

“IN PEETAS PERSPECTIVE?!”

“YES OMG YOU GET IT”

we literally jumped and screamed in the middle of boxlunch. anyways, shout-out to my new bestie and go read Peeta’s games for more lover boy enjoyment (and hurt)

[xlmibby]

a new chapter of my xiaolumi fic is now on ao3! this time it's a very summer-like beach date (with a bit of heated emotions that feel almost like roller coaster) so i hope the story will melt your heart away 🤭 please enjoy it!!! 🥰

[nebulastarss]

I discovered your account through AO3 and gotta say... big fan.

To recover is so good ahhh. Hope you don't mind but I did shout you out on my Tumblr, it's small so I doubt anyone will see it but I wanted you to know. But yeah I think your fics are cool and you're cool and I'm gonna stop before I fangirl too much 🚶‍♀️🐈🐈🐈

Eyyy thanks! I really gotta remember to link my tumblr on my AO3 more often...

To Recover was definitely fun to write, I wrote chapters 1-4 basically all in one day (at like. Midnight. Shhhhh)

Of course ch4 didn't want to cooperate and ended up taking the rest of the time from chapter 1s publishing to its own... but still.

I'm glad you like my writing ^v^

[nobodysdaydreams]

ATTENTION EVERYONE! BIG ANNOUNCEMENT!

The amazing and fabulous @sophieswundergarten made a podfic of the first chapter of my Martina Crowe fic "Who You Were Meant To Be". I put the links below, so be sure to listen and give her some love because she's amazing! Thanks Sophie! 💕

[theothersarshi]

Oh shit, I just remembered nobody cares on Tumblr, I can write whatever, so I can just shout into the void.

Holy shit, I've just finished reading "Draco Black and the Bastard Dragon" by starbrigid (on Ao3) and I fucking love the entire "Mirror of Ecidyrue" series. It's so good.

I think my favorite book was the sixth, because I'm a sucker for tragedies and pretty deaths.

But I'm here and just... I have so many questions left unanswered.

Everything is written from Draco's perspective - he gets sent back in time from when he's 18 and the war (and his trial) are over and ends up in his 11 year-old body. Good news: he knows everything he knew when he was 18! Bad news: he knew absolutely jack-shit about the workings on behind the scenes. Oh well.

And I loved that. I loved the perspective so much throughout the series. He's so... selfish, and vain, and adorable, and selfless, and terrible. He's my poor little meow-meow. (complete with murder)

I absolutely loved Luna, too. She's my favorite cinnamon roll with a dash of unnatural attraction to the dark arts.

BUT ANYWAY.

I have unanswered questions, because Draco isn't the world's most inquisitive individual. Which, fair, he's more concerned with keeping people alive, but also...

What is up with Dantanian Noir. It's obvious he has so much going on. He has a whole story, and all we get are glimpses, and while I entirely believe the ending, I don't understand exactly how things got to that point. His evolution is off-stage.

I wonder if I could figure it out better if I re-read the whole series.

[midnightskye05]

If I’m not obsessing over something check up on me, fangirl is my natural state

[coffeewithcutcaffeine]

— in which Vlad indulges in the final moments of peace before the fire and brimstone of the battle engulf him.

word count: 669 words

warnings: surprisingly none voievod-to-be has his soft moment

a/n: The biggest thank you goes to @vladvodashitposts for being the guardian angel of this piece — for giving me the most generous advice on how to approach this wonderful man’s story, as well as beta-reading this work to give it The Vodă’s Seal of Approval ™. I am endlessly grateful for your cherished input. ❤️

➨ also available on AO3

October 1448, southern Wallachian borders

As they continue on their journey, the fierce gale that emanates from the river they recently traversed starts to pick up — the final moments of peace before the fire and brimstone of the battle engulf them as they approach Târgovişte. Vlad pulls his woollen cloak closer to his body, arms constricting against his chest to preserve warmth from the cold. While it is not the freezing inferno that can turn limbs into frozen spars, it still has a bite to it that invigorates both body and soul.

As the days grow shorter and the nights get longer, the anticipation of winter builds. The cooler weather is already beginning to transform the landscape, with leaves changing from verdant green to warm shades of yellow and orange. The air is filled with the unmistakable fragrance of the season, and the fields, once lush with crops, now stand bare, ready for the harvest to be stored away for the colder months ahead. The damp earth, too, is a harbinger of the coming winter. Its sweet, musky scent permeates the air, holding a special place in his heart.

He recalls how he once delighted in riding deep into the woods on days such as these, when he was but a child. The sun peeking through the branches, the sound of leaves crunching under the horse’s hooves, and the feeling of the wind blowing through his hair would all bring him immense joy. He would ride for hours without a care in the world, feeling as though he was discovering the mighty secrets of the forest. But now, as an adult, it appears to him as though that happened years and years ago, to some other person. As though the recollection were too serene and joyous to ever pertain to him.

During his captivity, he had ample time to observe the changes that occurred in his surroundings, too. The trees were shedding their leaves just the same, and the scent of rain was also present in the air. However, nothing could ever compare to this experience.

For this is the feeling of freedom. Of being at long last where he belongs.

Overcome with exhaustion, he dismounts his horse, tenderly caressing the animal's sturdy neck before swiftly walking away. He sinks to his knees, leaning forward to press his forehead against the damp earth. The scent of the soil is pungent yet soothing, and it comforts him in a way he could never explain. His hands rest upon the muddied loam, the skin of his palms instantly stained. He does not mind the dirt; in fact, it feels like a blessing to be connected to his land in such a visceral way.

In the distance, the Ottoman soldiers on their horses regard him with curious eyes, yet hold their tongues and ride further. The man who leads them, now kneeling in the mud, simply appears to be engaged in prayer.

But for Vlad, it is no prayer — it matters not now. It shall have its time later, after his duties, when he will be shown into his chambers. What matters now is a sense of solace that washes over him like a wave. This feeling is a welcome balm to his soul, which has been battered and bruised by the trials of life. Though the wounds are still fresh, Vlad finds that the promise of hope is like a glimmer of light shining in the darkness, guiding him onward towards a better tomorrow.

With his head still bowed low, a solitary tear traces a path down his cheek and lands upon the earth. It is a furtive tribute to the land that he belongs to, one that remains veiled from the many prying eyes that surround him. He utters a single word in his mother tongue, the language of his birth and of his people. The sound of the word echoes through the silence, a poignant reminder of all that has been lost and all that remains.

“Home.”

a/n 2: After almost three years of playing around with the idea of starting to write Vlad’s story, I have just managed to find enough courage to dip my toes into his fascinating life... and try to re-imagine it in the most respectful way possible. No vampires happening here, just the coolest voievod. Also, my writings are pure historical fiction — despite being a real Vlad nerd and always looking for more information to learn, I am in no way an expert, nor do I try to come across as one.