#fueled by binged fanfiction

[icurwithme]

Mists

It was early morning. The sun had just begun to think about rising, and Kakashi was once again at the memorial stone. He was visiting the team he once had but cruelly lost; as he did most mornings when in the village.

There was a low fog this morning that blanketed the ground obscuring the grass, and bases of trees. It would seem spooky to some but to the copy-nin it was peaceful, quiet. He most likely would still be standing there until the sun had burned off the mist, but he sensed someone else nearby.

It wasn't unusual for a patrol or returning unit to be out that early, but this was someone different. Someone who wasn't concealing their presence, or at least didn't care to at the moment. Curiosity pulled Kakashi from his lonely vigil.

He passed where the Third lay to rest, a little further to an area known to him, but of which very few others visited. There lay the memorial stone set for his late father, in front of it crouched a figure he would know anywhere.

“Iruka-sensei?”

The man stood and turned towards the voice. “Ah, Kakashi-sensei. I didn't expect anyone else here at this hour.” He chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “Though, I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised it was you, considering.”

Kakashi was a little baffled. “Considering?”

Iruka motioned down to the rock, at which Kakashi just noticed a bowl of fruit and incense sitting in front. “You came to wish him happy birthday as well.”

It took all of his ninja training not to react in surprise. Honestly he'd forgotten his father's birthday. How did this teacher know, and why would he care?

Iruka stared down at the memorial with a soft smile. “I came to wish him peace, but also to thank him.”

Kakashi was silent for a moment as he took that in. “Thank him?” Could he only manage questions today?

Iruka nodded. “I thanked him for what he did to save his team, though it cost him dearly. He was wronged in so many ways. Also I thanked him for you.” He glanced at the other teacher. “Without you I have no idea what would've happened to our village. Much less what would've happened to Naruto.”

Kakashi was a loss for words. What could he say to that? As he was grappling with his thoughts the other teacher, with a parting pat on his shoulder, made his departure.

[ironghost828]

Looking back at my time as an SU fan...

I think I finally get why I was so put off by the twist and ending of the show despite being obsessed with it.

I think I was more interested with the show's concept and fandom than the show itself. And I think I know why.

For one, I'd taken a 3-year break from cartoons in general during my last year of high school, but had gotten back into them during college in 2015. Gravity Falls was first, but I mainly watched it as a background show. With SU, I was watching it attently, not knowing what to expect. The concept of the show was so new and original that I immedately latched onto it and became obsessed with it. I loved the premise, the characters, and the story.

Second point, the fandom. Not only was I back into cartoons, but I had the addition of social media to dive even deeper into the shows. And SU was a goldmine for me. I read so many fanfics and read and wrote so many Reddit posts. I even started writing fanfiction because of it. It was my first time realling interacting with a fandom and I loved it. I loved being able to chat wth and talk to fellow SU fans.

Third, the hiatuses. With so much time in between StevenBombs, I spent most of it indulging in the fandom side of the show. Reading fanfics, looking at fanart, reading theories and stuff on Reddit, overanalysing everything. And the waits fueled my interest in the show even more! Unlike GF, which was available full to stream when I watched it, I, like every other fan, had to endure the infamous hiatuses that made the show somewhat infamous. I spent nearly two years binging fanfics and theories in between Bombs.

And fourth, the time period. I started SU while starting my first dorm semister in college, so I was experiencing SU while also experiencing the freedom of living on your own. In short, it was one of the happiest, most fun periods of my life and SU was the cherry on top.

I'm not kidding when I say that SU was a high for me. A high that I spent two years riding. It was all I could talk about, all I could think about. I was obsessed with it.

In all the excitment and fun, however, I think what happened was that I got TOO into the fanfics and their alternative ideas and paths for the show. I spent so long reading about what COULD happen that I stopped really focusing on what the show was actually about (forgiveness and non-violence). A lot of fics involved war and combat, so I started thinking (and hoping) the show would do that too. I wanted another Gem War.

So, you can imagine my disappointment when I realized where the show was going and how it wasn't (and hadn't really ever) been aligned with the headcannon I'd made for it. It left me in a funk for a while.

HOWEVER, as I explained in a previous post, I've come to terms and accepted the show's ending. I get it now. I understand what the writers were trying to do and appreciate their efforts. The show was never at fault, I just was too distracted by all the glitz and glamor surrounding it to realize what story they were really trying to tell.

I've seen the movie and thought it was okay. I still haven't gotten to finishing Future (and am debating on whether I want to do so due to the depressing subject matter), but I have no problems with it. Both are good shows and I still consider myself an SU fan.

It brought a lot of fun memories and moments, inspired me to take up writing fanfiction, and even helped me make a few friends in college. I'm glad I watched it and I hope it will be remembered for a long time as a revolutionary cartoon.

[darkmasterofcupcakes]

Hi darkmasterofcupcakes! I hope you are having a great day!

I just wanted to say that I like your Cradle Will Fall AU and the thought process behind it! I remembered my mind wondering about how cool an AU where Lute is Vaggie’s mother would be after binging Hazbin Hotel. Out of curiosity, I Googled it and found your blog. Needless to say, I am so thrilled that I did! A part of me is surprised that there’s not any Fanfiction or art of this AU. It’s wholesome, sweet, angsty, sad, and has a lot of potential. Hmmm…I’ll go fix that. *Runs off to go make art and fanfiction.*

Oh, wow...you have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say how much you like my AU. I've actually been shocked (in a good way) at how much people seem to be enjoying the idea of "Cradle Will Fall", even though I've yet to post any actual stories for it, considering it literally started from me remembering seeing an old theory that Lute was Vaggie's mother and being unable to keep myself from feeling a little sad that nobody seemed to do anything with it. even as an AU concept. But people did like it, and that's part of why I've been encouraged to keep making stuff for it - the engagement literally fuels me as a creator.

And if you want to make fanworks for the AU, I would honestly never stop being honored that you enjoy it that much. Just please make sure to tag me if you post it, because I'd obviously love to see what you create.

[goodboypolly]

A long thought about surprise queer representation:

The term ‘“getting ‘EVERY’ed” isn’t something that can just happen in any context.

The thing about the original EVERY is that it was from a completely unrelated multi show promo from Amazon’s Twitter, and no one paid that split second of Good Omens any mind for a good couple of days. Why would there be a Good Omens kiss in a queer kiss compilation for pride month, after all? Then someone actually watched the promo and went ‘wait a fucking second…’

It was out of fucking nowhere. We didn’t see a kiss coming in a million years.

When I first read the book years ago as a teenager, I fell in love with the idea of Aziraphale and Crowley. But it was a book that was finished and we would never get any new content. So I read every fanfiction written.

Then a show was announced. A mini series. A one off. Six episodes to tell the story of the book updated to the modern era. Like most of us who were fans of the book before the show, I was cautious. It could have been a dumpster fire.

And then it just wasn’t. I remember seeing a post way back in 2019 that summed it up perfectly: I knew I was going to like Crowley. I was always going to like Crowley. But I wasn’t expecting to LOVE Aziraphale. (Or something like that).

They were perfect and the extra scenes and watching these amazing actors actually play these characters gave us so much more fuel. The fandom exploded and we were so lucky to have an influx of ridiculously talented writers and artists and cosplayers joining our ranks.

I saw Neil Gaiman give a talk a mere week before the season 2 announcement was made. He is a professional like no other. I was fully fooled by him sadly saying that Good Omens was only going to be one series. He signed my book and was lovely and fully knew the whole time that he was going to change the trajectory of my fucking life the next week.

The announcement came and I lost my shit. This was something that was never going to get any more content. I was happy watching the same episodes over and over again and listening to different versions of the book or flipping through and rereading my favourite bits.

We were getting more content.

I never expected a kiss.

I don’t think any of us did. I thought we were always going to be living in the ‘it’s a love story, we’re just not going to show it or talk about it’ world. I’m used to being told that my existence as a queer person is meant to be kept as subtext.

It was days out from the show that EVERY dropped. Someone I followed on Twitter reposted it so I saw it. And I froze. I genuinely thought it was an edit. I had to tell myself it was an edit or I’d go insane. For the most part we all stayed silent on the subject. We didn’t want to spoil it for people who hadn’t seen it.

But I was going fucking insane. We weren’t getting a kiss there was no way we were getting a kiss.

When the show dropped I was there the first minute to binge the whole series in one go.

EVERY sitting in the back of my mind for the 5 or so hours of episodes.

Episode 6 was happening. I was 10 minutes out from the end. EVERY hadn’t happened. It must have been an edit.

Schrödinger’s EVERY, if you will.

Then it very much wasn’t.

It was real and it still is and I still lose my mind when I remember that it actually happened.

I don’t think anything else will ever feel like this.

—

For those who never saw it, I present:

[italianpersonwithashippersheart]

9 Fandom Peeps to Get to Know Better

Tagged by: @mikuni14 and @my-rose-tinted-glasses Thanks for the tag

3 Ships You Like: Way too many ships to choose from. I am going to narrow it down to ships I have re-read fics for recently: Ai Di x Chen Yi from Kiseki: Dear to me; Mangkorn x Yai from Big Dragon; The two love in the air couples as a polycule.

First Ship Ever: Sana and Akito from Kodomo No Omacha, I was obsessed with this anime when I was little. I can still use the italian theme song of this anime as an instant nostaligia fuel pick me up.

Last Song You Heard:

I heard this song watching a video retrospective of on The Originals the Vampire Diaries Spinoff (a show I never watched) but the song and the scene it was in slapped.

Favorite Childhood Book: the OG english title is called Devil's Footsteps. It's similar to IT but just the children part and a lot less children. I used to love this book

Currently Reading: Nothing, all my books are put away (because we are waiting to hear to get a new house and so half of our stuff as been ready for months). So for now just fanfiction.

Currently watching: Pretty much just BLs. I am going to binge Young Royals S3 when it's done and watch the new season of Interview With The Vampire when that starts to air this month i think? but for now just BLs.

Currently consuming: Cup of Tea

Currently craving: The mousse that me and my sister made earlier and isn't ready to eat yet.

Tagging (no pressure): @callipigio @benkaaoi @respectthepetty @bellamygate @slayerkitty @shannankle @befuddledcinnamonroll @poetry-protest-pornography @scarefox

[wolflover33100aj]

If AO3 ever goes down for weeks, I'll binge read the Bible just to fuel my fanfiction needs, I don't quite know the characters yet but I'll learn

[chikelo]

June 15 2022

lol I accidentally logged back into Tumblr and this is a total blast from the past. anyone remember me? I sometimes check on ao3 and read all the fresh comments just to get a boost of dopamine. it’s such a nice positive space, everyone is so nice to me and makes me feel very confident in my skills.

my last post was quite negative and from 2020. Two years later and I am verifiably killing it. I work a very glamorous job and absolutely love it, I’m finally making a consistent + good income, and my mind/body connection has literally never been healthier. like yeah, the usual disordered thoughts are still present but it’s pretty dull now. It’s lovely!! I’ve gotten into pilates and snowboarding and I love seeing myself get stronger and fueling myself in a healthier way. I’ve literally never looked better, either. crazy. being fit, eating well, sleeping enough - all much more attractive than binge/restrict cycles. Who would’ve thought? lol.

I have a different boyfriend now who is much much better. he drives me around our sunny city in his convertible and life feels very peaceful and easy. It’s hard to picture the version of me that was typing away at my little fanfiction story all those years ago, in the background of college stress and in the throes of a bad ED. That was... 4 years ago? wew. so much has changed. 

anyway, not sure why I’m typing this up or WHO will even see this, but just in case anyone is lurking on my page after all this time - I am doing well! I’m so fine. life is incredible. and I still appreciate all the lovely comments you guys leave, sometimes so in-depth it’s crazy. I cherish every word. And I am on the cusp of writing my own book, been collecting thoughts and ideas for the past year or so... slowly trying to form it into some sort of plot. Your comments definitely give me inspiration and reassurance that I can do it.

So... yeah! that’s me! Feeling very good, very healthy. mentally, spiritually, emotionally.

[lacheri]

so yesterday was my one year of being on tumblr as a writer and I have some thoughts I’d like to share about it

a year ago I posted my first aot fanfiction (which I will NOT be reblogging because I find it cringe but for the sake of showing my development as a writer it’s still on my blog) after binge watching the show and falling completely and utterly in love with it

for months I had been reading fanfiction about aot, and I thought to myself “fuck it I love this show so much and I’ve always loved writing so why not try it out myself” and it turned into this beautiful domino effect that’s lead me here with all of you

I’ve always loved reading and writing, but I never felt as though I could share it outside of my friend groups. hitting that post button a year ago was so impulsive for me, but I did it with the intent of sharing something with others I loved so deeply. I don’t regret it one bit. because through doing so, I’ve really been able to find my writing narrative and expand and FLOURISH alongside all of you, who do the exact same thing whether you are readers or writers. to grow and evolve is such an amazing thing, even if we don’t realize we’re doing it. that’s what I’m the most proud of with my time spent here.

the friends I have made, the mutuals I have, the people that just read the words I write even if it’s in passing, I’m so grateful for all of you. it’s given me this confidence and depth to something so personal to me, it’s hard to put into words. I’ve always written, but I never posted or published anything, or honestly even took it seriously enough to share outside of myself. because it’s bigger than me, and it’s made me realize that. so thank you all for that.

I know I’ve been very here and there with my activity, mostly due to personal reasons and a burn out I don’t wanna get into, but I just sat yesterday and just couldn’t believe I’ve been here for a year. that I’ve been able to grow not just as a writer, but as a person, to be apart of a community such as this one. I’m so grateful. I feel so lucky.

thank you for sticking with me no matter how long you’ve been around for the lacheri adventures, thank you for the kindness you’ve sent me in the past year, for the support and praise and even the critiques. a year seems like such a short time, but I am not the same person I was when I created this blog as I am today. I’ve had experiences here that will fuel me as a writer for the rest of my life, probably as a person as well. to be constantly inspired by fellow writers, to sit in alongside fellow readers and just bask in the art of telling a story. it’s amazing and I’m just so happy to be here. I’m happy I made the choice to post a year ago.

anyways this is long winded and if you read all this you’re receiving a massive virtual hug from me rn BUT I just wanted to express how grateful I am for the time I’ve been here. I wouldn’t be doing what I’m doing without you all. thank you for allowing me to fall in love with writing with a new perspective. thank you all for everything. I’m so excited to see where we’ll all be in another year <3

[five-rivers]

Hello

I have a question, but first I need to get some context. Today my regularisation teacher asked me what I was reading, it was fanfiction, so I explained that to her and now she wants me to share some with her next class (tomorrow) but I have had so much time being a fandom gremlin that I no longer know what's not traumatic for normal no fandom infected humans

So which Danny phantom fanfiction can be considered as not nightmare fuel that I can still count as terror???

I no longer know help please

I think the important part is not to go too into depth- the show itself mentioned stuff like vivisection and human (ghost) experimentation, but it didn't go into detail, didn't actually show it.

You're not going to actually read the fics to them, so I think it should be okay to share even very nightmare fuel ones, with appropriate warnings.

But for terror without nightmare fuel... I think a lot of the outsider perspective fics do that well. But it's been a long time since I did my DP archive binge and I don't really remember titles anymore. And as for others... I don't think I ever read anything that gave me nightmares, so...

Phantom of Truth is always good for psychological torture. A lot of oneshots by @cordria fall into that category, too, with the added benefit of being short and sweet. Anyone else want to add their two cents?

[ja-lin]

We have no information on Gage other than...yes, a name and what happened during the abandoned movie theatre fire. Using the few lines of information, I made up a character who loved to help others and loved to feel loved. 

I took majority of my inspiration from Starship Promise Jaxon’s flirty personality. Also, who do you think got Yvette into watching drag show reality? Yes, none other than Gage. 

In my story, Gage and Yvette have kdrama binging nights because the official Lovestruck team mentioned Yvette loved sad love ballads, and kdrama has some of the best, depressing love ballads. Both of them with boxes of tissues crying at certain scenes in kdramas. Both of them assuring each other they’d find love, they’d have their happy ending.

He’s half French and has a sweet southern accent that everyone falls for. Gage grew up with his grandmother in St. Louis, Missouri. Ever since his childhood, he’s heard stories that one of his ancestors was a vampire. His search for more information on supernatural lore, boxing skills, taiko drumming and drag performances brought him to Vegas where he eventually met Nahara, learned of demons, and became Lust.

I wanted to create a good, close friendship between Yvette, Gage, Izaiah, and Ripley. Thus, this is why Yvette feels all the extreme hatred towards Ranza for losing her family. (Yes, I put a lot of things into factor for this fanfiction prequel.)

Lust Gage Garnier Age: 25 Height: 5′11′’ Birthday: November 11 Hobbies: Boxing, taiko drumming, drag queen, binging kdrama Burning passion to help others is why Gage became a certified paramedic. But, his lust fuels flames of desire that may one day consume him.

[superlocktvd]

Hello Fellas,

This is for all the Bridgerton fans, and by God it has been roller coaster of a few days. Ever since the reviews started pouring in, the curiosity has reached new heights. It has been hard to avoid social media but I am powering through (3 days left). The one thing that has remained constant that is being praised has been Jonathan Bailey and Simone Ashley’s chemistry and aren’t I glad to read freaking that.

Every other thing aside, this is their story and although I have read complaints and mind you there have been many I don’t understand much or sometimes I get because all in all I feel grateful we have this season, this show to look forward too. The attacks started ever since Simone got casted and they haven’t stopped. Now with the season about to be drop, the reviews are allowing to fuel more and more. Some of them which I have come across are:                 

1. less sex scenes, which mind you is fine because Jonathan and Simone look HOT AF with their eye contacts and simple hand brushes have me fanning myself also romance is not all sex. On that note Luke Thompson and Luke Newton looking little elder with that stubble look amazing.       

2. The diversion from book, which again is fine because it helps us as viewers to look at those characters we love in a different situation, just like fanfiction.  Granted the makers are responsible to stay true to the book but I think it was well established in season 1 that they aren’t and have their own view with book being the foundation.

3. The casting, don’t even get me started on that. It is fiction people, its fine. I am not saying don’t look at the big picture but not everyone looks for an accurate representation of everything that has happened, sometimes it is merely something you see and feel fuzzy about. There are documentaries and number of articles, books, interviews present which allow a better and well depth insight to the times bridgerton is set in. This in no way undermines what has happened and means to just push it under the rug but there has to be a certain limit till where the blame on the makers being placed.

4. That the show is slow paced, which I honestly think makes so much sense for me. Anthony is more subdued after Sienna, and in his mind all he needs is to find a woman who possess certain characteristics, which he lists out in the sneak peek we received and thus I believe the slow pace edging gives the season a different tone.     

5. I unfortunately came across a spoiler (SPOILER WARNING) regarding Kate and how her past has been handled and again I will take a different stand and say yes, the makers should have included her insecurities and fears because that’s what makes Kate well Kate but again maybe once we see the show, we see Kate Sharma and not Kate Sheffield and maybe it’s not as great as the book but it can be nice.

All in all, I think it’s absolutely unfair to chalk up the entire season of not being good or great or worthy merely because it doesn’t follow what we had pictured. It is said not everyone reads the book in the same manner as other. The beauty of art is that it’s not the same for everyone and maybe it doesn’t have that one element you were looking for but it may possess many more which allows you to fall in love with it once again.

Happy Binging guys because 25th March can’t come soon enough. :)

[wastefulreverie]

question, as someone who started watching danny phantom about a week and a half ago (binged it all in three days, and ive kinda been wandering the fandom) is there anything thats important i should know? or like, popular headcanons, events and the such? sorry if this is a bother

welcome to the phandom!!

we don’t really accept much of canon as canon, in the sense that Danny Phantom brings a lot of cool concepts to the table but as the show progressed (season three *cough cough*) Butch Hartman just kind of dug himself into a hole!! today he frequents Twitter and YouTube, posting about how “ghosts aren’t dead people, they’re monsters from another dimension!! also by the way what if Danny had a SECRET brother. trust me, I’m a reputable source.” we are not on good terms with Butch. Or Phantom Planet, for that matter.

The phandom is kinda angst central, but it’s not limited to angst. Actually, in recent years we’ve kind of broken away from angst being what fuels the phandom and kinda just vibe to whatever floats our boat. You’ll see a lot of angsty headcanons, but then there’s shitposty headcanons that sort of just evolved from angsty headcanons. Take ghost hunger (sometimes referred to as “ghost vore” ironically)! Back in the headcanon’s infancy, it was primarily angsty. Danny, as a half-ghost, must eat other ghosts and have their ectoplasm in order to survive. Super dark themes there, if you dig into it. However, there’s a lot of less angsty versions of the headcanon floating around where Danny’s just like “haha time to vore ghosts. let’s put this shit on youtube” and that’s that.

Other popular headcanons, which I’m sure you’ve heard of if you’ve been around for a week, are dissection fics. In the show, Danny’s parents mention “ripping him apart molecule by molecule” and Danny’s shown to fear for his life!! On multiple occasions! So, the phandom took that and ran with it and now there’s an entire subgenre of Danny Phantom fanfiction that explores various dissection scenarios. Such as... the classic Danny being dissected by his parents, Danny being dissected by the government, Danny being dissected by Vlad, etc. etc!

Another popular one is less of a headcanon, and more of a phandom-wide adopted OC which is the brainchild of multiple Tumblr users, AKA Wes Weston. Wes Weston is a red-haired, green eyed basketball player that sorta looks like Danny but not. Everyone thinks he looks like Phantom, and this irritates him to no end. He pieces together that Danny Fenton is actually Danny Phantom and tries telling anyone who will listen, except no one will believe him because he’s essentially Dib from Invader Zim. Shenanigans often ensue.

You’ll find that most DP fanfiction is on FFN rather than on AO3. AO3′s DP collection IS growing by the day, but it pales in comparison to the 20,000+ fics on FFN. Most phandom classics are on FFN exclusively, so if you want to get into fics, that is the place to look. Not AO3, as much easier as it is to use.

Generally, the phandom likes to headcanon that Danny appears a lot more ghost like than he does in canon. Such as green tinted skin, fangs, pointy ears. Trans!Danny headcanons are also pretty common. Nobody calls Dark Danny “Dark Danny”, we all call him “Dan.” Also, Valerie is “the Red Huntress” despite not having an official moniker in canon.

Event-wise, we have a few annual events every few months. During May, we have DannyMay (once called PhannieMay). It’s a month long content challenge with a different theme each day. The next big event is Ectober. In the past, there’s been both month-long and week-long calendars for the month of October/the week leading up to Halloween. In December, we have the Christmas True--which is basically a Secret Santa event. Then in April, we have Phic Phight! Basically a writing challenge where authors write each other’s prompts.

I’ve sorta dipped from the phandom in the past year or so, so I could recommend a few blogs but I don’t want to do anyone any injustices by leaving people out! Hope this helped and that I didn’t overwhelm you!! <<33

[inhum3n]

Maladaptive daydreaming and fanfiction

Ya’ll. We’re here finally on a topic that has been on my mind for almost a month. Lets dive in.

You can tell I'm passionate about this shit because I actually wrote this post first on a doc. Than copied it over. Anyways lets dive in.

Maybe I'm extrapolating but I believe many MaDDers are familiar with fanfiction. And I mean if you're on tumblr then yeah duh you know fanfiction. But just in case, fanfiction is a written work based off an established universe like a tv show, book series, or movie. It can also take from the real world, like using celebrities. People write fanfiction for a lot of reasons, maybe because they wanna write some horny shit, or they want to rewrite the bad ending to a tv show they used to like, or they use it as a therapeutic outlet.

I wanna talk about the experience of MaDDers who are consumers of fanfiction. I can't speak for MaDDers who write fanfiction, a part of me doubts how easily a MaDDer could write a whole ass fanfiction, since I've seen MaDDers joke about how hard it is for them to write about their paracosms.

I've gone through periods binging and then dropping fanfiction. I am in a binging period right now. I read a lot of fanfiction. And I cannot deny how closely tied it is to my daydreaming.  I only read fanfiction relevant to my current paracosms. So if I'm currently occupying a paracosm about marvel characters, all the fanfiction I read will be marvel based. If I start reading fanfiction from a different fandom that usually denotes either the beginning of a transition into a new paracosm or just a temporary deviation.  Since the fanfiction I read is tied to my paracosms, fanfiction serves as a fueling agent, inspiration, and/or another form of daydreaming. I'll break each of these down.

Fueling Agent: I talked about this before, but a reason why daydreaming is so consuming is partly due to the prep/refueling phase. This is a 1 to 2 hour period where I consume content that'll give me that emotional jolt(motivation, excitement) to daydream. It's much more fun to go into a daydream out of eagerness rather than apathy and being dragged in. So if my current paracosm is marvel based, I would watch clips from marvel movies, look at marvel fanart, or read marvel fanfiction. Reading is an emotional experience, so fanfiction works well to reinvigorate my attachment and interest in my paracosms. I may write more in depth about his fueling thing in another post. I'd be interested to hear if you guys do this as well.

Inspiration: This is closely tied to the previous reason. There are so many talented and creative fanfic writers, who write such wonderful alternate universes with great scenes. Specific scenes or alternate universe themes can be very inspiring. And its not uncommon that after finishing a fanfiction of a certain AU to make a variant paracosm(a paracosm that’s similar to my current one but in a different setting - same characters though just a change of scenery) made similarly to that fic.

Fanfiction as a conduit of daydreaming: This one may be more confusing. The way I see it is daydreaming is a form of escapism into an alternate universe, and reading is well, the same. Especially since - and I cannot stress this enough - the fanfiction I read is directly connected to and contains the same characters that I am currently using as paras. And because of this close connection, fanfiction is extremely addicting.  The daydreaming is addicting why wouldn't a conduit of it be as well? There's this urge and draw to immediately head off to ao3 when I have a little too much free time on my hands. And finding a good fic and reading it can be incredibly emotionally investing. Daydreaming is also an emotional investment. It's kind of like indulging in a daydream where I really have no control or knowledge as to where its going. And you can go back and reread the fic or parts of it the same way you can incessantly repeat parts of a daydream.

To conclude, I believe that my joy of fanfiction nearly all derives from its ties to my paracosms, thus attributing to both fanfiction and daydreamings addictive qualities. The main difference is that if I put my phone down I stop reading fanfiction, but I cannot turn off my brain so the daydreaming feels more invasive, uncontrollable, and addicting.

I'd like to hear your guys' thought. I'll probably reblog other reblogs to this post. Have a lovely day, remember to drink water and to give your feet a rest from all the pacing.

[every-marveler-ever]

Love in Fanfiction

Prompt: Coffee Shop AU for @peterparkerbingo Round One (🕷️) and AU: Coffee Shop for @starkbucksbingo Round Two (☕)

Collaborator Name: Marveler, Card Number: 217, Square Filled: B4 AU: Coffee Shop Ship/Main Pairing(s): Tony Stark/Bucky Barnes, Rating: General, Major Tags & Triggers: Sweet fluff! Word Count: 510

Summary: Assumed novel writer, by Peter, and coffeeshop owner it’s like a love made in fanfiction.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Tony Stark

A/N: I loved this, so much that THIS is what I wrote! I love it. happy reading!

“You should get with him,” “I should not!” “Take it from a gen z your eyes are sparkling.” “Get back to work Parker,” “yes Mr Stark.”

Tony Stark owns a coffee shop, he employees college students because who else has the same strive for science that he does than those from Columbia Tech. But he owns a coffee shop because that’s what fuels him when he does his science binges.

Peter Parker took the job because he needed the money (and the free coffee he gets is always a bonus).

And he feels a part of a community at Industries because Tony Stark has platonic love for all his employees.

“Your employees are quite chatty.”

Tony Stark turns back to the coffee shop counter that he’s supposed to be working on, the guy in question is standing there, with dark brown long hair and stunning brown eyes that turn Black in the wrong light. Dammit Parker’s right.

“I like my workspace like that it’s much more organic,” Parker comes up behind him leaning his face on his shoulder a steaming pot of coffee in his hand “it’s because he loves us.” Tony rolls his eyes “Yeah, that too.”

Bucky, as his constant receipt tells Tony, smiles at them both “I think it’s good, healthy.”

If that smile doesn’t make Tony weep to his knees he doesn’t know what will. Through Peter Parker’s eye’s he knows that Bucky is perfect for Tony Stark, assumed novel writer, by Peter, and coffeeshop owner it’s like a love made in fanfiction.

“I’m glad you do, it scares some people,” “it doesn’t scare me, it invites me,” that response from Bucky makes it all better, the way Tony runs his job, the horrible comments others make about him running an inclusive coffee shop.

Tony pops his shoulder moving peter’s head away “get back to work Pete, and boil a fresh brew of coffee.”

“On it boss,” Peter Parker is very happy to get back to work watching from a side view as his boss and favourite customer communicate.

“What can I get for you?” Tony smiles at Bucky across the counter leaning into the computer ready to type. “A white chocolate mocha,” Tony’s eyebrows pop upon request “never took you for a white chocolate kind of guy,” “I’m not.” This only makes Tony more confused but knowing that Bucky is buying for someone else, “I know that you like it though so it’s for you.”

Tony just nods writing down the order going over his head what bucky had just said. Bucky speaks up again “you really should listen to your employees, you should get with him.”

Somehow Peter has knocked Tony to lean over the counter closer to Bucky, the space is small behind the counter, in his defence.

“Yeah maybe I will,” Tony responds “what about Friday then?”

“Friday, sure, enjoy you’re Mocha.”

Bucky leaves the doorbell signalling he’s gone.

“Mocha?” Tony finishes confused watching Bucky leave, quite happily.

Masterlist / Peter Parker Round One Masterpost / Stark Bucks Round Two Masterpost

[greycappedjester]

i dont normally do this kinda thing but!!! your sengen hanahaki fic really moved me and i wanted to say smth!

if i may first compliment the writing itself; oh my gosh did you just. perfectly balance the wittiness, the emotional and reflective bits, the — everything. when i tell you i was taking screenshots and constantly sending scenes to my friends in the span of ~2 days i binged this fic…. wow. i feel often times many writers can forsake characters for the sake of writing an emotional scene, esp when it comes to those two. not to say i don’t still enjoy it, because i most certainly do, but you were able to keep those two’s character to heart whilst writing this and . oh my goodness me,,,, i was honestly absolutely delighted. the fact although gen has a huge hold on his emotions + others (for the most part, anyway) he is most certainly more rational than not and ,, ok i can go on forever. i absolutely ADORED every chapter. i felt so giddy during some scenes and absolutely distraught in some others. so good. i quite enjoyed.

but on the other hand, i wanted to thank you. one of my greatest anxieties is revolves around the lack of assurance and uhh,,, guarantee of love in the future. not sure exactly how to word it. i was struggling a lot with this lately and the way i had attempted to reassure myself was through notions such as fate and destiny and whatnot. which only served to fuel the anxiety as i felt as though i was lying. i really hope this doesn’t seem like a dump because what i’m trying to say is!!!!!! the way you wrote gen and his struggle and emotional development. reading through it all honestly helped me work through a lot of it somehow. not all of it, obviously, but i feel a lot more at ease now. it is,, i want to say rare but i don’t think a piece of like . fanfiction or anything similar has moved me in that way before. so, i wanted to thank you. because it honestly means a lot to me even if you weren’t aware of what you were doing.

alas, my brainrot for the way you wrote two of my favorite homosexuals will likely continue. however i really wanted to say HOLY SHIT that was a good fic. like holy guacamole.

This is quite honestly one of the nicest asks I've ever gotten. Thank you.

It just legitimately means so much to me that my story could help your anxieties in any way. And, actually, part of the theme for that Walking With My Eyes Open came from a conversation I was having with my own therapist about the difference between faith (a choice) and belief. That's what originally gave me the idea to start thinking about fate versus faith in the story and how love is more a choice within human means to hold/make. Not sure if this is what other people read out in the story (I'm always big on any piece of writing having multiple interpretations based on whoever is reading is enjoys taking out of it); but, for me, that's one of the reasons I was inspired to write it.

So...just yeah, I'm just happy you enjoyed it and it could help in whatever way it could. Thank you once again for letting me know.

[pinksra]

Stars Above

Summary: Paz gets jealous and takes his frustrations out on you.

Warnings: smut

A/N: This is definitely something fueled strictly by a three day binge into Mandalorian fanfiction and touch-starvation :) Pls forgive me for the PG smut (which sounds like a paradox but I could do so much more)

You gasped as the man ran his hot tongue down your neck, his body pressing up against yours in the small alcove. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands fisting in his hair and tugging slightly. He let out a groan that rumbled against your skin, sending warmth directly to your core. His hand moved down from its spot at your collarbone and stopped to squeeze your hip before lowering down to your thigh and hitching it up over your hip. The position allowed for him to step closer, the bulge in his pants making direct contact with your core. You let out an involuntary moan, arching your back to give him more access. If you had bothered to learn his name, you would have immediately forgotten it as your mind went blank, no room for anything except for the pleasure.

A throat cleared from across the room and your eyes fluttered open. You could clearly see the two mandalorians over the shoulder of the man. They both had their arms crossed over their broad chests, but one seemed more amused while the other seemed positively livid. You grinned at them, but was immediately distracted as the man pulled your other leg up around his waist, leaving you suspended in the air. You couldn’t help but gasp slightly as his hand reached up to thumb over your nipple.

You leaned forward to kiss the man, but he suddenly pulled away completely. You gasped as you hit the floor, your eyes opening in dazed confusion. Towering over you was an armored figure, the man’s neck grasped in his fist.

“Paz!” You gasped out, scrambling to your feet. “Let him go!”

He did as you said, the man dropping to the floor in a breathless heap. You shot a glare towards the furious mandalorian before leaning down to help the man up. Before you could make contact, a gloved hand grabbed you by your arm and dragged you away, leaving the man behind.

“Paz!” You screeched, smacking uselessly at his shoulder pad. “What in the stars do you think you’re doing!”

It wasn’t a question and he knew it, but it was enough for him to pull you to a stop and glare down at you.

“Are you drunk?” He asked, his voice a mixture of disbelief and fury.

You were, but you didn’t like the way he had phrased it and refused to respond. He growled and started to drag you forward again, brushing past his amused friend. Din followed behind the two of us, ignoring your pleading look. Paz finally pulled you out of the bar and the fresh air was like a slap in the face, sobering you a little bit. You stopped fighting and walked alongside the large man next to you. In return he loosened his grip a little bit. It wasn’t until you were aboard the Razor Crest that he said anything else.

“What were you thinking?” He demanded, his voice soft steel. Din took one look at the both of us and grabbed the child before making his way to the cockpit. After the door closed behind him, it was pure silence.

You were still very intoxicated. In fact, you hadn’t thought you had had that much to drink until you were faced with Paz and feeling extremely dizzy. You stared up at his visor, thankful you couldn’t see your own reflection in his helmet like you could Din’s.

“You’re extremely tall.” You told him, reaching out to steady yourself against the wall as you stumbled a little bit.

Paz sighed and leaned forward to grab your arm to lead you to your cot. He was very tense, so you knew he was still very angry with you. The problem was, it was his fault you were even like this to begin with, but you would never let him know that.

Din had let everyone have the night off to enjoy themselves. While you had fully intended on spending more time with Paz (who you had been interested in since the moment he set a foot in your shop on Naboo), Paz seemed more interested in the girl who had immediately latched herself on him when we all arrived at the cantina. So, you drank. And drank. And drank some more until the man who was hitting on you suddenly seemed a bit more attractive than before. You hadn’t protested when he tugged you towards the alcove.

Now, as Paz laid you down on your cot and tugged a blanket up over your shoulder, you regretted it. You realized you had only wanted his attention tonight and now that you were getting it, you hated the way it started.

“Paz…” You murmured, snuggling into the blanket further and yawning a little bit.

He grunted and you knew he was waiting for you to continue.

“Don’t be mad at me.” Your eyes were slowly closing against your will and the words came out slurred. Between the lack of sleep you had gotten the past week as the two mandalorians were hunting their latest quarry and the amount of drinks you had at the cantina, you were about ready to pass out.

“You were very stupid tonight.” He finally said after a pause, his voice coming out strained.

Your anger flared again, opening your eyes as wide as you can to glare at him. He stared down at you and you could basically feel the look of condescension that had to be on his face.

“I am not a child.” You snapped, “I can choose for myself what I want to do on my night off and you have no right to judge me for it.” You paused, trying to hold back your next words, but the alcohol overrode your tongue and you ended up blurting out, “Besides, it’s not like you weren’t enjoying yourself in a similar manner.”

You almost cringed at how jealous that sounded, but you ignored it, turning on your side to face away from him. Paz seemed to want to say something, but he stayed as silent as ever and left you to your thoughts.

You heard him climb up into the cockpit to join Din, their voices slowly mingling together in soothing white noise. You fell asleep to thoughts of a mandalorian in blue beskar.

**

When you woke up the hull was pitch black and the only sound was from someone rustling in the cockpit. Your mouth felt dry and muggy, so you climbed off your cot, making your way to the refresher to clean up. One look in the mirror had you grimacing. Your hair was a mess, your lips swollen, and your eyes dazed. Along one cheek was crease marks from your blanket.

“Stars.” You cursed, reaching up to rub your eyes in exhaustion. No wonder Paz had been so frustrated with your messy ass last night.

After a couple minutes (maybe a little more than a couple), you finally stepped out. You could see a figure across the hull from the light of the refresher, but couldn’t tell who it was. You could also hear little snores coming from the baby’s pram, making you smile. You did love the little thing, no matter how troublesome he could be.

Wide awake, you make your way up the ladder leading to the cockpit. Once inside you make your way to the co-pilot's chair, which you had claimed as yours as soon as you were invited to join the three of them on their travels. You paused for a moment when you realized it was Paz in the pilots seat. Even though you hadn’t been able to tell who it was sleeping in the hull, you had automatically assumed it had been Paz. Din was often awake late into the night making sure the ship was safe.

You sat down when Paz didn’t acknowledge your presence. The alcohol had left your system and you were sober enough to be embarrassed about your behavior last night. However, he was completely silent, as if you weren’t even there, and you took your cues from him. Instead, you looked up and out of the ship, watching as the stars raced by you in hyperspeed. It was a sight you never thought you’d get used to.

You had been born and raised on Naboo. Never left it, either. Stars, you had never even been in a ship until Din and Paz swept you away. In fact, you weren’t even sure why they had taken you with them when they moved on to the next planet. Maybe it was because the kid had taken a liking to you. Maybe it was because you had basic knowledge of healing (but that was often obsolete now because bacta pretty much healed any injury or ailment). No matter what the reason, you were glad they did.

Since beginning your journey with the two mandalorians and the child, you have been on more planets than you could have ever dreamed up, met more people of such different cultures than yours. And, you had become a part of the best little family in the galaxy.

Sitting in the co-pilot’s chair of a ship in the middle of hyperspeed, next to the man you have admittedly been attracted to since the moment you met him (stars, how weird was that? You hadn’t even seen his face), you couldn’t help but be grateful for everything that had led to this moment.

You looked over at Paz, who had still not acknowledged your presence and, suddenly, could no longer bear the silence.

“Are you still mad?” You asked finally.

His helmet turned in your direction, but he still wouldn’t look or talk to you. Frustration and hurt rose in you. You couldn’t understand what you had done that had pissed him off so much. You stood up and moved around to stand directly in front of him. It had been a squeeze, there wasn’t much room to stand in between him and the controls, but you made it work.

“Paz.”

He stubbornly refused to meet your eyes for a minute more, staring at your stomach instead.

“Paz.”

He finally looked up at your face. You felt, rather than saw, his eyes roving over your features. You grew red under his inspection, but held your ground. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed your hips, pulling until you fell forward. You gasped, reaching out to grab his shoulders to steady yourself. He reached down and grabbed your thighs, curling them around his hips so you were straddling him.

You gasped at the sudden closeness. Stars, this man was huge. Even sitting on his lap, you were just barely face-to-face. Your breath hitched as he trailed his hands from the back of your knees, to the tops of your thighs, his thumbs brushing back and forth. Warmth spread throughout your body, pooling at the apex of your thighs.

“Paz?” You asked, ashamed of how unsteady your voice was.

“You don’t want me to be mad?” He demanded. His hands trailed up your back, finding their way under your shirt. You arched against their cold presence that spread such heat across your skin. “Mad?” He scoffed. “Kriff, seeing you with your legs wrapped around that man, his -- his mouth on your neck? I wasn’t mad, cyar’ika, I was livid.”

You gasped, his hands moving around your body until his bare fingers were brushing the sides of your breasts. You arched into him, your eyes fluttering closed.

“I wanted nothing more than to rip him off your body and throw him to the tusken raiders.” He growled out, cupping your chest in his large hands. You moaned at the contact, your brain short-circuiting. You knew nothing but his touch and his growled words.

“Paz…” You moan out, leaning forward to rest your head on his shoulder.

“And then,” He started. He moved one of his hands down your waist and you whimpered at the loss of contact. The disappointment didn’t last long as he cupped your core, pressing until you let out a gasp. “And then you come in here. You come in here and tell me not to be mad. You come in here and say my name in that sweet, sweet voice of yours that makes me want to stuff my cock in your mouth until you can no longer say a single … damn… thing.”

His word set a fire within you. You ground down on his hand, whimpering when it didn’t give you the relief you so desperately needed. Your hands grasp his shoulders, your nails scratching at his armor.

“Paz … please …” You moan, digging your hips into his lap.

He growled at your words, with one hand thumbing your nipple, and the other pressing against your core. You had never wanted another person more than you did right then. The man’s touch from just hours before did not even come close to comparing how you felt with Paz.

“Paz … “ You whined again. You turned your head towards his neck and dug underneath his cowl until your lips pressed against his skin. His entire body tightened at your touch and a strained moan broke out from beneath his helmet. The sound shot through your body and you were emboldened, knowing he was affected by you as well. You began to lick and suck marks into the side of his neck, your head bumping gently into his helmet.

“Maker, cyar’ika.” Paz mumbled, making you grin against his neck.

Before you could register what was happening, Paz hooked his hands around the back of your thighs and stood up. You gasped at suddenly being in the air, held up by nothing except Paz himself. Before you even processed this, your back was on the floor, Paz hovering over you. He seemed much larger from this angle and you thought to be intimidated by his size until everything went out of your mind as his hips gently bumped into yours. It was only then that you felt his bulge.

Stars, he was huge.

You didn’t know why you were surprised. You knew he was a big man. But somehow, when being faced with more evidence of that fact, you were stunned into silence. Well, not really silence. As soon as Paz bumped into your core again, you let out a moan that practically echoed throughout the cockpit.

“Kriff, mesh’la, you’re eager, aren’t you?” He asked, his voice hoarse. “Listen to you moan. Makes me want more. I want to hear your screams ripping through this ship as I have my face buried in your sweet cunt.”

You gasped, screwing your eyes shut and reaching up to twist your own nipple as he bumped into your hips again.

“I want to have your hair tangled around my fist as you gag on my cock.”

He ground against your core, thrusting slightly to accentuate his words. You gasped, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders, wishing more than anything you didn’t have clothes separating your bodies.

“I want to watch you come around my cock, nothing but those cute little gasps coming out of your mouth.”

“Paz … “ You whimpered, arching off the floor, wishing you could sink into his skin. The stars racing across the sky reflected in his armor, making him feel like he was a part of the galaxy itself.

“Say my name one more time, mesh’la, and I will make it the only word you are physically able to speak for the rest of our ride.” He threatened, a growl in his voice.

That was the tipping point for you. His words, meant as a threat, was the exact thing you wanted - needed - in that very moment. You were going to make sure he kept his damn word. You reached in between the two of you, reaching for his belt buckle, and … nothing.

He wasn’t there and you were so, so cold. Your eyes fluttered open in confusion, only to see him on his feet, towering over you. He was looking down at you, impassive, taking in your rumpled clothes and tangled hair. Taking in his handiwork.

“Din’s up.” He said finally, moving back to the pilot’s chair. “You should go get some more sleep.”

At his words, you finally heard Din moving around in the hall, talking to the baby who responded in coos. Your entire face turned red, hoping they hadn’t heard the two of you. You scrambled to your feet, feeling dazed and confused and on edge. You took one last look towards Paz, who was back to ignoring you completely, before leaving the cockpit.

On your way down the ladder, you bumped into Din at the bottom. You turned even more red, your body on fire between the embarrassment and the … events from the cockpit. Neither of you said anything as you quickly moved past him, running into the refresher to hide.

As you lowered yourself down on the floor, you put your head into your hands, trying to process what just happened. And what didn’t happen. And what you wanted to happen.

Stars.