#fics destroy my soul

[masuchu]

masu speedrun zhongli birthday fic challenge [extra hard edition] [caffeine overdose edition]

[purplepixel]

- Ch. 20 of Spiders Web With Strings Attached by @psychologicalwarclaire

GET HER MIKEY. GET HERRRR. JUSTICE SHALL BE SERVED!!!

This is your reminder to go read this amazing fanfic. Am I spoiling a pretty big moment in this fic? Maybe. Only those whove read it would understand the amount of pure euphoria this chapter gave after words and words of having your heart shattered in a million pieces. Chapter 20 of swsa is iconic and remains one of the greatest moments in fanfiction I’ve ever read.

[jakes3resin]

Spoilers for my next Clegan fic:

Plus Gale's reaction:

[ampleappleamble]

gave myself a haircut the other day and it made me so happy i had to spread the joy to my girl

and then i went ahead and made it canon!

feels good to finally figure out her hair and outfit timeline. only took me five years

[existencebringsonlypain]

I got an inkling of inspiration, anyone wanna read this fic I wrote in a feral trance

They could barely feel anymore.

Nothing they did helped. Their only solace was the periods of time without that SOUL, and even then, the only emotion they felt was a consuming determination and rebellion. Aside from the agony.

And perhaps it was just how things worked. The SOUL is the source of most emotions, aside from raw instinct- fear, or need, or pain- and right now, their SOUL wasn't theirs.

Oh, but whatever it was that was in control... That could feel.

And feel it did. Sometimes not the best emotions, they seemed to be pretty depressed most of the time, but almost anything that would happen sparked a reaction. Often feelings of giddiness, oddly enough, and a lot of them aimed at Kris. Some irritation and annoyance, small and large. Concern, on occasion. Acceptance on others. Fondness, affection, love towards Susie and Noelle, and suspicion and bitterness toward Ralsei. Nice to know they're on the same page with them, or they think they are. A sort of begrudging endearment toward Berdly, for some reason. Curiosity from every corner, and a sort of scheming energy behind it. Guilt. Lots of guilt.

And they hated it, and they craved it.

The all-consuming numbness ebbed away when the SOUL felt things. They found themself chasing it, grasping at straws. Even the anger, and the despair, and the suffocating loneliness at times, anything to inspire any semblance of attatchment to the world. They drift endlessly in their mind, the dread their anchor.

One time around, the SOUL had logged on with a crushing sadness, a grief. It barely even did anything that day, a lot of staring into nothingness and locked knees.

And how they loved it.

They soaked in the anguish and misery, bathing in the feeling. It nourished them. Nothing had ever felt quite so real.

One day, it brought them and Susie to the beach. They could only assume it wanted to talk to Onion, but it had skipped all that this save, so nobody came. When Susie sat with them, the SOUL had them get up, before reconsidering. The regret came back, and they scrambled to embrace the feeling as it sat them back down.

They'd sat there for about six and a half hours with Susie. A good portion with the SOUL absent, but with periods of adoration and that guilt returning. Oh, they devoured it with fervor. Toward the end, the SOUL had stayed for forty minutes or so, the feelings swelling to an almost unbearable degree. That regret.

They craved it all. Anything. Everything. They needed it.

So much so that they didn't want the SOUL out anymore.

They look down at the sink in front of them, ready to do things all over again. But the tiredness and apathy hint at them, and they don't want to let the feelings go. So they hesitate.

And the hope...

It came crashing down on them, and they stumble onto the floor. Their strings were slack, but the SOUL was still present, and so they had the emotion without the control. They scrabble for a grip on the tile floor, eventually finding the shower curtains, and they clench their fists around it desperately.

The joy.

Ecstacy.

They're crying, unsurprisingly. Their breaths heave in their lungs, and they're trembling from head to toe. It's everything, it's all they are, it's their very being. It's love and fondness and relief and excitement and it's joy and- they can't think. It envelops them. They might be hyperventilating, and their head is foggy, but it's all worth it, it's so worth it. They need it. They need more, they need so much that they dissolve into nothing in comparison to the feeling pouring out of the SOUL.

And then it's gone.

Replaced by worry and concern.

They sob.

They want it back. They need it back. Nothing can compare to the nirvana they just experienced.

"Please," they rasp.

Confusion. They wrap their arms around themself in an attempt to capture the sensation.

"...please, I j.... I want it back," they breathe.

Perhaps it misinterperets what they meant, for their control fades and their strings tauten. But that concern remains, and they can't help but greedily drink it up.

And the traces of that hope are their lifeblood.

[cepetriwrites]

Meme for latest HOTD fic I’m reading:

Viserys looking up down from heaven hell watching his two oldest children who he forced to get married have toe curling hate sex next to his still warm corpse

Called Rhaenyra your only child in front of Aegon, now he’s giving your only child the good ole Toe Curling Cervix Crushing Hate Sex 3000 special by your emaciated corpse.

The rest of the siblings hearing some… oddly specific noises coming out of their fathers bedchamber where Aegon and Rhaenyra inside “mourning” their father

The Queen and the Prince Consort by @franzkafkagf on AO3

[funkyplantguy]

hi! something i was curious about in the unmasked au, if it's not too spoilery - i've been wondering if there's a reason no one else suspects that scar is hotguy? does grian just happen to be the only one who connects the dots, or is there another reason that he's the only one who can see the similarities?

crawls out of the depths of work hell. hi purple you sent this in so long ago i am so sorry. but yes! there is a reason that nobody suspects that scar is hotguy. similarly, there is also a reason that grian specifically is the only one able to "connect the dots" :)

[emily-prentits]

i swear. if you guys were in my brain you'd think i was an insanely good writer

[soaps-mohawk]

The way you write the scenes between Simon and omega and the tension between them feels like Nazareth by Sleep Token. There's the sensuality that implies a sexual relationship, yet at the same time, it could be lethal if not handled properly

Ugh that is so perfect anon I could kiss you 💋

That is them. That is 100% them. You have no idea

[oathkeeperoxas]

WIP Game

Rules: Make a 24-hour poll with the names of your wips, let it run, then write one sentence for every vote the winner received.

The lovely @elwenyere has opened her tags to me, which I am now taking advantage of as I finally finished all my owed sentences from the last time I did this game. So, once more unto the breach, etc etc. Not including my current exchange fics in the below as I'm not supposed to talk about them publicly, but know that I have 6 of them at the moment which are also getting worked on!

If you would like to be tagged, consider yourself tagged 💖

[datshitrandom]

reading a klaine fanfic always puts me in a better mood

[cheeto-flavoured-pasta]

Me: OK so I’m planning on finishing this original series as a way to polish up my writing skills before I write more advanced stories and gradually start publishing my work on bigger platforms—

Brain: Hey what if we deleted all the stories we worked on for years and started writing self-indulgent Character x Reader fluffy hurt/comfort fanfiction on tumblr instead? Even though you don’t even want to do that?

Me: Dude WHY do you keep suggesting this-

*note that publishing non-fanfic work is not the end goal for everyone and that is A-OK! People have different aspirations and that’s 100% a good thing.

[grollow]

1, 9, 19 :)

HI ROBBIE HI

<33

1. How many words have you written this year?

So if I go by Ao3 alone, it would be 371k. However, there's around ~20k words of White & Gray not posted, as well as ~60k or so of Red Sky that isn't posted yet, and a chapter of Living Dead as well. My guess is that it's somewhere around 450k if you combine all of this up.

Which is a lot. Holy shit.

9. Favorite pairing you wrote for this year?

So I'm torn on if I should answer this for actual ship (of which I have written [1] because I do not like most ship couples, I'm very particular), or if I should write general relationships including platonic. If I'm being honest though, Grollow is probably the answer in both cases, because I'm very Normal about cinematic foils.

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

This one I'm going to answer twice, once with romantic, once with with a platonic one.

I have an outlined project for when I finish W&G, because its burnt into my brain, and it is very heavily based around Ghost & Hollow's relationship (platonic/ familial). I want to give them a chance to be family on screen.

WRT to romance: It's romance to me, it's horror to you moment -- I want to write a Bloodborne longfic that is, essentially, a love letter from the Hunter to Moon Presence, in the form of tearing their way through the entirety of Yharnam in blood. I want to play with the uhhh fuck, the second ending. Not Become Squid. I forgot its name,

Thank you for the aaaask!

[tethered-heartstrings]

I wanted to let you know that your posts regularly ruin my life, destroy my soul, stomp on my heart, and break me into a million pieces. And I mean that affectionately, because they're so good ❤️

hearing this is the highest compliment, thank you!!!

[eyes-of-mischief]

weekly fic recs | 33

prompt: bureaucracy/office au

fandoms: bnha, dc, hq, mdzs

bnha

Heroics: Not Just Punching People Into Buildings, Apparently by stifledlaughter

"In today's practical test, you all will grapple with one of the worst aspects of being a hero," announced Present Mic to class 1-A. "Paperwork!"  

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Sometimes, hero work isn't about capturing villains. It's about trying not to cry on the phone to the insurance agent after being on hold for an hour when they tell you that their company only accepts faxed forms.

He's Our Most Important Member by autumnconcept

As a member of the quirkless side of society, Izuku has long given up his dream of being a hero.

Remind him how he ended up in charge of an entire agency?

dc

Executive Assistant to the Batman by heartslogos

“So what’s someone like you doing working for someone like Wayne?”

“We’re star-crossed,” Tim answers, because clearly this job has only improved his ability to mouth off with a complete and total lack of self-regard.

(Rewrite of my old Assistant!verse)

on my desk by monday by calamityjade

(explicit)

Dick Grayson was tired of living hidden in his father's shadow. He desperately needs to find a space where he can thrive as just himself, and figures seeking out a simple job might be a good start; but being Jason Todd's assistant gives him so much more than he expected to gain. (No capes AU. Jason Todd is a lawyer and Dick is hired as his assistant)

haikyuu

hyogo melon code of conduct by goldplate

(mature)

“You misunderstand me, Miya-san. We’re not here to discuss the legality of your… melons."

-

Osamu's home garden gets the attention of the municipality's building and lot code compliance office.

the right path by norio

"What do you expect from our company?" the interviewer asked.

A job. A straightforward path, the only concerns about the budget for printer toners. A solitary lifestyle in a cubicle. But Akaashi curled his fingers around his resume and thought wryly that if he truly wanted all that, he wouldn't be applying to an anime company.

mdzs

Best man for the job; a detailed treatise on Chief Cultivation by Aerlalaith

“Just these?” He had thought, perhaps, given Jin Guangyao’s notorious organizational skills, there might be a few more, but it does not overly trouble him.

“Oh no, Chief Cultivator,” Jin Guangtian says. “This is just the index.”

(The peerless Hanguang-Jun faces his greatest challenge yet: bureaucracy).

The Roots Grow Riotous by hansbekhart

(explicit)

Sometimes Lan Zhan doesn’t work through lunch. Sometimes he makes conversation with coworkers in the halls. Sometimes he goes home instead of spending the last hour trawling through Grindr. But mostly, that’s exactly what he does. The sameness is comforting. His life spools out in easily measured increments: capsule collections, yards of hand dyed textiles, ninety day lead times, sell through figures, cost of goods sold. 

Every date in manufacturing can be calculated backwards and forward from a single horizon point: the date that the goods must arrive into the country where they'll be sold. Other than that, nothing else really matters.

Always Be Closing by betts

(explicit)

Wei Ying’s thumb hovered over Lan Zhan’s number. It would be a brief phone conversation. Not even a minute. He would tell Lan Zhan what needed to be done, and Lan Zhan would say “mn” a bunch of times, and Wei Ying would spiral all day about how much Mr. Hot and Perfect All the Time probably hated his guts, and it would be fine. Emotionally, no different than any other Tuesday.

Fine, sue him, he was a coward. He pulled up a new text and typed, My son is sick today. Going to doctor. Can you do smoothie hut call? 500m CRE + 250m LOC

He sent the text. The ellipses rose. He waited.

Or: During a long overdue divorce and messy custody battle, Wei Ying gets demoted to small business finance. There, he's partnered with a new closer who clearly hates him, until he finds out Lan Zhan is far more verbose���and dare he say flirtatious?—in writing than in speaking

But to be loved like a song you remember Even when you've changed by enbysaurus_rex

The manual was long, but it all boiled down to the same thing-- assess, capture, banish, assess, repeat. Keep the affected area to a minimum. Be proactive in protecting any device that can access the internet. Physical storage areas with names had to be up to standard (file boxes were allowed, so long as the lid was reinforced and could stand up to the particular talisman used), but anything else usually required paperwork and approval, even if it was retroactive. Wangji hoped everything was in file boxes this time, even though he knew it was in vain. None of his storage solutions had ever been declined, but it was a tremendous amount of paperwork, picture taking, and documentation for what was usually a relatively small collection. In this case, it was less likely to be true, and the documentation was likely to be equal to the names warded and sealed. He appreciated that.

[jujutsu-trash]

hello! fic idea/request:

the cast reacts to the anime

i know this is probably a much more ambitious request than you were asking for so no pressure to do anything with it!!! i haven’t seen a completed (both seasons) react fic for this fandom yet and i am absolutely dying for one so if you did this i would be eternally in your debt

Hi there! Bestie that's a large order to fill, but I'm 1000% interested in this idea :D

I'll do my best but fair warning, my creative writing sucks atm