#follow for updates on fics

[crispyliza]

Fanfiction in the late 2000s-early 2010s was wild bc you'd find a beautifully written story with the most compelling heart-wrenching plot you've ever seen and the author's note would be like:

Author with a username like ~SasukesWaifuxD~ : Ohayo gozaimasu! ↖(^▽^)↗, I'm sowwy it took me so long to update (๑•́_•̀๑)

tsundere twink from their fic : It was about damn time you idiot (눈‸눈)

~SasukesWaifuxD~ : Hey now! It's not my fault the plot bunnies kept wunning away fwom me (╥﹏╥)

tsundere twink: W-watever, it's not like I missed you or anything (💢,,>﹏<,,) b-baka!

[bangmechanpls]

Guyyyss go follow my twt - @ bangmechanpls_

[calamitoustide]

thinking about how people who refuse to read WIPS have never experienced the joy of that ao3 email for an update you weren't expecting and not being able to think of anything else until you get to read it

[magicaltimelady44]

so like. if anyone else, like me, still has the occasional fanfic they follow on fanfiction.net, and hasn't been getting the update emails for the longest time and was wondering if ti meant the site is on its last legs

no

no they've done something stupid as fuck

you have to opt back in to getting the emails/notifications of new chapters every six months, because they automatically assume you don't want to know when the fics you followed for the updates have updated

[drarry-reccage]

Announcing Drarry Reccage!

@drarry-reccage is a new fic rec blog run by seven pals who love reading and spreading the good word of Drarry!

Watch this space for Drarry fanfic recs of all sorts: new and old, seen and unseen, from fluffy to angsty, and everything in between ✨

[muffinlance]

Wait, what’s going on with Embers???? That fic has been on my read later list since 2021, what’s happened with it???

Brief overview, then I'm likely never touching this topic again, because this is not a Drama Blog:

Context: Embers is a super old AtLA fic that was written during the early fandom days, read widely at the time, and was the origin of the widely-used fanon name of "Wani" for Zuko's ship (kind of by default that it was one of the first popular fics to give his ship a name, I think?), even though most fic writers don't seem to realize it's from there anymore.

"What's Going On": I used to include a link in all my stories to it, because I believe in crediting other writers for borrowed elements, and I was using "Wani" in all my fics. But BOY did I not want to be sending readers that way anymore, so I've adopted a new name for Zuko's ship, and removed all Embers links.

None of the criticisms about Embers itself are new; I'm assuming they date back to when the fic was being written, because this isn't an "it aged badly" thing, this is an "actually yeah this gets worse the longer you think about it and I shouldn't have ignored my bad feelings just because some of the worldbuilding was interesting" thing.

An Incomplete List of Why I Made the Change:

I don't actually like the story that much anymore, and don't want to rec it

I tried to re-read it recently to see if some things were as bad as I remembered and it turns out they were So Much Worse Oh Yikes. More specifically, the treatment of Katara and Aang and their respective cultures has... rather a lot going on. One example: The Fire Nation and Air Nomads are both given multiple backstory elements in an attempt to make the average Fire Nation soldier's participation in the genocide/war in large part the fault of the Avatar and the Air Nomads themselves, and also fully justified from the Fire Nation perspective. And I do mean fully. One of its core tenants is "People from the Fire Nation (and only people from the Fire Nation) who don't follow orders Literally Die, therefore murdering pacifists and babies and continuing the war (and their regularly scheduled war crimes) is the only thing it is physically possible for them to do". I cannot emphasize enough how literal that is.

Also the name "Wani" means "Alligator" and is... objectively a pretty lame name for Zuko's ship? Where's the personality, where's the deeper meaning, where's the resonance with Zuko's themes? @tuktukpodfics initially thought I was calling the ship "Wanyi", and that's what I've switched to, because it is Objectively So Much Better. In their words: “Wànyī (萬一): Literally ‘one in ten thousand,’ ‘perchance.’ Used grammatically in Chinese to mean ‘what if’ or ‘just in case.’ I think a ship called ‘The Perchance’ is perfect for a boy clinging to false hope.”

TL:DR; I don't rec Embers anymore, because I don't actually like the story anymore, and there are things about it that get worse the more I think on them. I've removed links to it and renamed Zuko's ship to "Wanyi" ("The Perchance") because our boy deserves a ship name that reflects his character arc.

[picnokinesis]

"if there is any man left alive here, speak up and tell me: who killed all this mighty force?" and the dead replied: "child, it was you."

Finally, some art?! Yes well actually I drew this one all the way back in May for The History Between Us, a fanzine, which is being organised by the fabulous @77yearsteam! It's going to be included as a print to go with the special edition of the zine, along with a ton of other fantastic merch - and if that wasn't enough, the zine itself is going to be SO incredible! I've already had a sneak preview and it's full of a ton of incredible stories and artwork from some, following these two disaster timelords throughout their long and complicated history. Pre-orders open on 7th October, so make sure you check it out!

[fuzybby]

My Raven

Astarion x GN!Reader

Synopsis: Nothing wrong with some good ol' love making with Astarion, now is there?

CW: LOVEY LOVE LOVE ITS SO LOVEY IT'S GROSS, cumming inside, reader has a hole and it's being used but not specified which hole.

And while the night seemed quiet and slow, the leaves on the nearby trees swaying in the short wind, the cries from two lovers demanded the moon's and stars' attention. All eyes were on them as the love they shared was on display.

You and Astarion, Astarion and you. Two perfect lovers, fitting together like a puzzle piece, sitting atop his waist, moving your hips in time with his pleas. He gripped your hips like a vice, his fingernails making half-moon crescents develop into your skin.

You call his name, he calls yours. How quaint.

The dark light from the full moon shines on your back, and the scene unfolding in Astarion’s eyes is like watching a god conquer a city, or create life in a meadow.

You huff, moan, and whine as his cock hits the deepest parts of you. It’s like he wants to bury himself in your guts and never leave.

And maybe, that’s exactly what Astarion wants. He wants to own you, but not in a possessive way like he’s so used to thinking. He wants to own your heart and your body only a sweet lover would want.

For the first time in a long time, he’s not climbing out of his mind to have sex. He’s staying in the moment, committing your scent to memory, how your hands feel as they skim his nipples and down to his stomach. He commits the memory of you bouncing on his cock like such a sweet little thing. His thoughts race as he imagines you in other positions he could put you in. Bending you over a bed in a small home, presumably yours, on your back where he can touch and bite wherever he wants, holding you close in a chair as you stuff yourself full of him.

Your body races, and tingles. You can feel your toes curling as Astarion continues to hit that sweet spot inside of you. You can feel everything around you. The sweat from your skin falls from the tip of your nose onto Astarions stomach, and the short wind blows your hair into your face, causing you to have to pull it out of your vision with a giggle.

You’re aware of the way Astarion is looking at you. His pupils are wide and his teeth are clenched, he looks in pain. You go to ask him what’s wrong before he quickly shifts positions. He grips your waist and flips you onto your back in the cold dirt, settling in between your thighs and sinking into you once more. Being filled again and again relentlessly.

Your hand fumbles around his body, looking for his own. He leans down over your own beautiful body to grab your hand. Pushing it into the dirt as his eyes lock onto yours. Never has the color red looked so mesmerizing to you as it does now.

He calls your name again, softer. Like a real lover would do when they ask for a favor.

You can tell Astarion is close by the way his mouth hangs open and no noises come from him, and you feel as if you are going to cum too. Your whole body is alight, everywhere he touches prickles against your skin.

You hold one another close as you both climax. Screaming for one another into the air above, praying that your companions haven’t heard your extravagant cries for one another.

Astarion looks exhausted above you, and you pull him closer to your chest to lie on.

“Lay with me for a bit, please,” You whisper.

“Of course, my raven.” He murmured.

And in that moment, the world had stopped. There were no mind flayers, and no bloody messes with strangers, It was you and Astarion, Astarion and you. Forever as one.

[urhoneycombwitch]

roommate!Eddie fic in which he gets a drunk call from you and picks you up and you feel some type of way about it fic is coming along

[afterthelambs]

Idk how to explain it but the general vibe is like

pre-timeskip: Kagehina

post-timeskip: Hinakage

Basically going to Brazil gave Hinata a confidence boost and becoming an adult made Kageyama go from baby to babygirl

[daily-crowley]

Crowley Of The Day: gorgeous 😍

(I used up all my hashtags that I couldn’t do my usual GO tags that I always do lol I don’t care)

[calmlb]

skk | 5.9k | hurt/comfort

read on ao3!

[mollywog]

What If?

A follow up to Complicated

They’re in the meadow. Katniss lies with her head in his lap as he braids small sections of her loose hair. Tomorrow is his one late morning a week and he’s enjoying staying up enough to see the sunset.

The reaping hangs heavy as always, but it’s their final one. School is coming to an end and the loan for the bakery is secured. It’s perfect… or at least it should be. But something is off; Katniss has been distracted lately and he’s afraid to ask

“What if one of us is reaped?” She says, opening her eyes to look up at him.

He groans, “let’s not do this, Please? I think we’ve been through every possible scenario. I don’t want to spend our night as hypothetical tributes.”

What-if is a game they play sometimes. It started back when he’d been too nervous to ask her out. Instead of asking her directly, he’d said ‘what if I asked you out?’ He’d felt like a coward, but she’d found it endearing. Now they use it to tease and allay fears they're too scared to say otherwise.

The reaping what-ifs are common enough. Regardless, their what-ifs always end with the two of them together, whether it’s through mutual sacrifice or a rebellion that ends the games forever.

“Okay,” she nods and closes her eyes.

But he can feel the tension radiating from her. He watches her swallow. Panic begins to rise, is she looking for a way out? To what-if her way out of the relationship the same way he’d what-ifed into it? Things were finally falling into place. He’d close on the bakery the day after the reaping and had planned to ask her to marry him before the ink dried; As soon as there was no way his mother could withhold her signature. He’d all but told her that, but maybe she was having second thoughts? The bakery without Katniss to share it would be a bitter victory.

She takes a deep breath and he holds his own, “What if I’m pregnant?”

A moment passes as he processes. “Katniss?”

“Just play the game Peeta.”

He licks his lips, his heart in his throat as he tries to temper his joy… and terror. He wants to scoop her into his arms; hold her and kiss her then sprint to the justice building to make it official, but he needs to be sure they’re on the same page, “What if it’s not what you wanted?” he asks.

She opens her eyes to scowl at him, “Are you trying to say you don’t want this?”

“Not at all. You were the one who wanted to play.”

“Fine,” She snaps. “But you answer first: What if it’s not what you wanted?”

“That’s not a fair question. The only reason I wouldn’t want a child of ours is if you didn’t,” he tries not to imagine what a similar conversation between his parents looked like all those years ago. “Katniss, I love you. I want to spend every moment of the rest of my life with you. A child won’t change that, even if it came earlier than we’d planned or never at all. But I still need to know so I can help: what if it’s not what you wanted?”

She sits up to look him in the eye. “I could never not want this either,” she says before launching herself into his arms.

They’re both trembling as he envelops her in his embrace and he releases a shaky laugh, the product of his nerves. “What if I asked you to marry me right now?” he says into her hair when he’s found his voice again.

“What if I said I still want to keep us - the three of us - quiet until after the papers go through?

He sighs, “Then what if I waited to ask until it doesn’t have to be a secret?”

She nods, “I don’t want you to be a secret either, you know? I just don’t want you to lose your livelihood because of me.”

He’d do it in an instant and she knows it. They’ve what-ifed themselves a life in the Seam as well as on the run past the fence; anywhere, anyway as long as they're together.

She lays back down on the grass, taking up her previous spot. She picks up his hand to hold over her still flat midsection and closes her eyes. He caresses her stomach as he imagines doing the same in their home come July. “What if it’s a girl?” he muses.

She smiles, “What if she has your eyes?”

“And your voice?”

“And your smile?” she says, peeking an eye open to watch as his smile brightens.

[pfhwrittes]

something something simon sadist riley rubbing tiger balm onto your broken skin after a particularly brutal impact session because the way you flinch and whine when it burns makes his dick twitch more than your whimpering when the paddle hit your arse something something

[alamogirl80]

Sneak Peek - Chapter 21

I actually don't know how many followers on here still follow me for my Codywan fic "And I'll Follow the Light in You" but hey look!

I'm actually writing!

Here's a snippet of Chapter 21 which is finished and hopefully will be up in the next day or so (we got a tropical storm/hurricane Beryl slapping our asses south of me so, dunno what the internet situation will be tomorrow)

Bail sighs, apparently satisfied. “I’ll make the arrangements. I know this is hard, Obi, but it’s what's best.”  “Not for everyone,” comes a voice from the shadows.   Obi-Wan has his saber out and in his hand, but does not light it yet as the razor edged Force signature hits him. Cool silvers mixed with deep blues and blood reds.

Commander Fox steps out of the shadows, confident as he strides forward despite Organa’s hand on a blaster and the spooked Jedi with his saber out. He pulls his helmet off and raises an eyebrow at both of them. Bail puts his gun away and wipes a hand over his face.  “I knew you had a detail on me at all times, Fox, but I didn’t know you’d deign to tail me yourself,” Bail says. “You’re the chancellor,” Fox says brusquely, as if that answers everything. Then he turns his gaze on Obi-Wan and Obi-Wan feels like a sniper’s crosshairs are trained on him. He folds the saber back into his robes, and tries not to take a step backwards. “You rabbiting off into the galaxy isn’t what’s best for everyone, Kenobi,” Fox states, tone rough as the dented duracrete around them. Obi-Wan blinks. “What do you mean Commander? It will protect your brothers—”

“It will kill Cody,” Fox cuts across him --

WHOOOHOO! WRITING!!

[spookythesillyfella]

remember when i had that dream where you [Y/N] have a sleepover with tumblr sexyman tony and sketchbook where you guys just end up in a polyamorous relationship ??? well . i tried to find a fanfic that would even slightly line up with the description. even if it was only vaguely

but uhhh ....

there were none . so i had to do it myself