#hope you continue to enjoy my fics!

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

for favorite album: dear wormwood? I recently got back into the Oh Hellos thanks to your fics and I love the album! You could even do Through the Deep, Dark Valley if you'd like, too!

Aw, thank you about the fics! Glad to hear I reminded you of the Good ShitTM! Now onto the albums.

Dear Wormwood

Favorite: Am I basic as hell if I say Thus Always to Tyrants? I don't care, I listen to it all the time. One of the few songs that has ever made it past the Hyperfixation LoopTM and onto actual favorites. Second favorite is Where Is Your Rider, though Pale White Horse's vibes are IMMACULATE.

Least Favorite: I feel like Danse Macabre only because it's the one song they didn't compose/write themselves. But if I'm not cheating and have to force myself to pick one of the songs with lyrics (and I love EVERY song on this album, for context), probably Soldier, Poet, King because I have the least amount of personal connection to it

Through the Deep, Dark Valley

Favorite: Wishing Well slaps and slaps hard. I don't know why no one voted for it in that poll a few months back. Second Child, Restless Child is definitely a great second fave, though.

Least Favorite: The Valley by mere virtue of the fact that it was the only song from this album I never downloaded/added to anything. It's a perfectly fine song, I just didn't vibe with it.

[rcxdirectrix]

My gift for @jaylestial for secret solenoid @secretsolenoid-revived ! Drew a scene from their fic “Steady as We Burn” in Ao3. Not exact depiction but close enough. I hope you like it! ;u;

[determunition]

hey! just read through chapters 2 and 3 of “in my life, i love you more”. congrats on making me tear up in the dead of night Several times. this is actually so good

AGH it's been a hundred years (like two weeks), but i wanted to finally answer this lovely ask; hurt/comfort and emotional stuff isn't usually my wheelhouse so i'm so happy to hear in my life's touched you in that way, i've been putting a lot of myself into it :3

speaking of which...if it's feels you seek, i have been holding out on you guys in the way of that good good angst; unsurprisingly it's easy to get bashful about doodling hurt/comfort from your own gay lil self-indulgent fanfic lmao

[firenati0n]

who would've thought that a guy like henry would double as a superstar?

by firenati0n on ao3

T | 6.4K

tags: hannah montana au, crack treated seriously, crack, fluff, angst, crangst if you will, social media au, twitter elements, crack treated so seriously it's now fully fucking earnest

Henry never thought he’d become a global pop superstar. Millions of people screaming his name, hundreds of bras and boxers thrown on stage, so many records sold. A face full of glitter and a heart full of dreams. But no one really knows Henry. Not in a way that matters. Herny Mountana belongs to the fans. Henry Fox has to belong to himself, or else he'll vanish.

Or, Henry is Hannah Montana, and it's crack treated extremely seriously and earnestly. Have fun!

xoxo roop

p.s. thank you @anincompletelist for the fun graphic <3 <3

also i know i talked about this in literally february so tagging some folks who expressed interest in this in the past pls don't mind me <3 ilysm xoxo also tagging folks who had cameos in this LMFAOOOOO

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@cha-melodius @dragonflylady77 @dumbpeachjuice @largepeachicedtea @whimsymanaged

@nocoastposts

[seyaryminamoto]

Fic-to-Art #39: Gladiator's ELEVENTH Anniversary! (+ BONUS: Fic-to-Art #36...)

And here we are! March 26th arrived and I did not forget about it, but I paid for my ambitious madness with my wrist and forearm. Somehow, I finished my intended pieces on time, but I do not advise that you ever try to make 9 artworks in 3 days. No, sir. Bad life decisions, that's what that was... but this fic, as anyone knows, moves me to do things I never thought possible, starting with writing the fic itself!

It's really crazy every time it hits me that I've been doing this for as long as I have. It's been a complicated, chaotic journey, with its many ups and downs, but ultimately, it has been our journey. For some people, this is just one more fic in the pile: for me, it's been the best adventure of my life so far. Everyone who has ever been touched by Gladiator, who has ever cherished this story, who's looking forward to the big conclusion, who wants to see how the chaotic war is going to end... you're all part of this crazy adventure along with me, and I can only thank you for joining me.

This year, I had no time to make as big a project as I usually go for. Thus, I did a sort of free-for-all edition of Fic-to-Art over at Patreon and challenged myself to draw as many scenes as I could, out of their suggestions. I even sprinkled in a few scenes I impulsively wanted to draw because I loved writing them or because I look forward to writing them... and this is the result!

In order, the scenes are as follow:

Sokka combing Azula's hair, a common occurrence throughout the story.

Azula watching over a convalescing Sokka in the Chase of Jeong Jeong arc.

The outcome of Sokka's final battle in the Superior Gladiator League, namely a moment where Sokka and Azula more or less gave away their relationship's true nature to the public by raising their hands towards each other...

And now, spoiler territory! Some were by my choice, some by Patreon requests:

An important moment shortly after Sokka and Azula reunite.

Azula confronting her father, with a LOT of backup.

Xin Long's long-awaited freedom.

The aftermath of the final battle.

The full-blown confirmation of their relationship to the general Fire Nation populace.

Sokka, Azula and Hotaru's first night together

And the big final one is ACTUALLY Fic-to-Art #36 but hahaha woops I didn't post it here on time because it was super hard to finish since I had a LOT of things going on... but here it is now! :'D it's a glimpse VERY far into the future of this fic's timeline!

Alright, that should be enough talking and explaining. Some things are vague, some things aren't, but ultimately I really hope you guys will be looking forward to the scenes you haven't seen yet, and to Gladiator's eventual outcome.

So now... with all this being said and done, I'm gonna go take a trip down memory lane and watch my Tenth Anniversary video once more! Feel free to do the same thing if you'd like to commemorate the fic, I think it's a good way to experience Gladiator all over again, hahaha.

Thank you if you read all this, and if you read all THAT: 5 million word landmark, here we come! Thanks for hanging out with me across ELEVEN years of Gladiator!

[arcadianmoonshadowjedi]

What did I do to Deserve you?

Rayllum Season 6 spoilery fanfic

Finally finished & posting this fanfic! It’s a fluffy hurt/comfort missing scene fic set between Episodes 6-7 (you know what I mean 😏) I would not recommend reading this unless you’ve watched up to the beginning of Episode 7. If you’re all caught up, I hope you enjoy! 😁🙌🏽

Chapter Summary: Rayla and Callum have finally kissed again for the first time in two years and have reaffirmed their love for one another. But there is still something Rayla wanted to talk to Callum about, the one moment in her life she wished she could change.

A few minutes later, Callum still held Rayla in his arms kissing her. Rayla’s hands were now around the back of his head with her fingers interlaced through his hair. Callum finally pulled away and sighed happily as he took his breath. Their faces were still pretty close though.

“We’ve been at this for so long,” Callum giggled. “Shouldn’t we get some sleep tonight before we head over to the Moon Nexus?”

Rayla jokingly groaned but still answered him. “We haven’t had a moment like this in two years, shouldn’t we be making up for all that lost time?”

Callum chuckled as she reached for a few more pecks. He then turned and guided her towards his hammock. He hopped onto it and patted right next to him gesturing for Rayla to join him.

“We should get some rest,” He told her softly and smiled. Rayla finally joined him and leaned into his embrace. They could hear Stella and Sneezles squeaking cheerfully from the hammock above sending the two lovers into complete laughter.

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[cheriecoke]

it makes me so happy to see more people are starting to write multi chap / series fics on here again

[thebest-medicine]

64 with ler Fjord & either Caleb or Molly? 🥺 dealers choice, but as soon as I saw that one I immediately thought of Fjord being a bully

Prompt 64 - “Relax, I’m not gonna kill ya, I’m just gonna make you wish you were dead.”

A/N: i love this for fjord. OMG. also, so… there’s this 6k ler!fjord lee!molly slightly fjolly decently mean interrogation fic im working on for tickletober and this line fit into it reaaaally well for a part where molly is in the stocks and… well… consider this my fic preview hehe (I’ll tag it here eventually when it’s posted in oct.)

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“EheheHEHEHEHEEHEE- YOHOHOU’RE KILLIN’ MEEHEHEHEHE!” Molly whines through frantic laughter.

“Oh relax, don’t be so dramatic. I’m not gonna kill you.” Fjord speaks calmly, as though soothing a child. “I’m just gonna make you really, really wish you were dead.” His voice is sweet as the words drip out like honey, and Molly shivers from more than just the tickling sensations lighting up his soles.

“PFFFAHHAAHFUCK!” Molly cries — both in the sense of crying out aloud during his cackling, and in the other—more literal—sense, as tears bleed into the cloth tied over his eyes. He clasps and unclasps his fingers. He presses deeply into the seat and strains uselessly against the stocks — all for nothing. His laughter rings out boisterously as Fjord continues to scrub the brush up and down his foot, then switch to the other. Back and forth. Back and forth. Overwhelming, but never enough to get desensitized to in any one place.

“PLEHEEHHEEASE!” Molly shrieks.

“What happened to that attitude of yours?” Fjord snickers, looking up from his feet to take in Mollymauk’s squirming, desperate form.

“Don’t knohohohHOOW! I dohOHON’T know wHERE—” Molly babbles incoherently, still trying to bargain with his captor.

“You don’t know where your attitude went?” Fjord laughs, pulling the brush away from his soles for the first time in far, far too long.

Molly heaves in deep, shaky breaths. “I- heh- I… What?”

Fjord hums, sounding amused. They sit in the ‘silence’ of Molly deliriously catching his breath.

“Maybe I should believe you…” Fjord says after a little time passes and Molly sounds less frenetic.

Molly tries to give his best hopeful, honest smile. It’s hard without the eyes.

Molly picks up the sound of Fjord getting up from his seat, a little relief washes over him.

Then the brush is back, and Mollymauk is wailing out a surprised bark of laughter. “WAITHAHAHA— WAIT!”

“But, on the other hand..” Fjord sighs, bringing his other hand to tickle along the sole of Molly’s right foot as he brushes up and down his left. Mollymauk almost wishes for a gag with how loudly he shouts and shrieks through desperate laughter. The hand and brush switch. They switch back a little while later.

“Hmm.” Fjord says, stopping again after a few minutes. “What do you think?”

“I thihihink I am going to die here.” Molly whimpers, smiling defeatedly.

“Not if you tell me the truth.”

“I am telling yohohohou the truth.”

“Well, I have to make sure you’re not lying.” Fjord says, and then the terrible brushing starts up again.

“Whyhyhyhyhy would I still behehehe lying- hehee?! Plehehehehease!” Molly argues as much as he can get out as he’s laughing.

“You tell me.” Fjord replies, not letting up. “Maybe you’re just a masochist.”

Molly definitely does not hate being on the receiving end of an evening like this, it’s true. He would take a moment to consider that if he had a brain cell that could focus on anything other than the incessant scrubbing of the hairbrush along his soles. It scrapes across the balls, the arches, the heel, up and down, up and down, over and over. The slick oily liquid covering his feet lets it glide with almost no resistance. All tickles, no resistance — yeah, Molly is probably going to die here.

He’s wheezing by the time Fjord stops again. He hesitates, half-pleading through his laughter, wondering when it’s going to start up again.

It doesn’t… And Fjord doesn’t say anything.

It still doesn’t… And then, finally, Fjord’s pulling down the blindfold. “Hey, there.”

Molly’s eyes adjust weakly to the light, the blindfold is damp with his tears. He mutters some kind of reply before closing his eyes again. “Fjord…”

“Mollymauk.” Fjord says, leaving the blindfold down around his neck and standing back up.

…

[UPDATE: read the full thing here!]

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[dfastback68]

To Begin Another End

Fandom: One Piece (Live Action TV 2023), One Piece (Anime & Manga) Rating: T Relationship: Charlotte Katakuri/King the Wildfire Summary: In search of a lost strain of cocoa trees, Katakuri travels to Kuraigana Island, where he unexpectedly connects with King the Wildfire.

[saysflora]

Even the great Jack Kelly isn't immune to sickness every once in a while, no matter what he likes to say. This time around, though, he'd made the rookie mistake of fainting in front of David, and is suffering the consequences by being held captive in the Jacobs' apartment until they deem him better.

Actually, it might not be all that bad.

OR: Jack gets sick and recovers in the Jacobs' apartment, with no small amount of tomfoolery.

[sexynetra]

Hiiiii may I humbly ask you to write a little planymphia excerpt for us? I love your writing and I love this pairing ❤️

Hi bestie I am way ahead of you I already have multiple planymphia things in the works I tried to stay away but I got converted into it 🤭 here’s just a tiny little intro I wrote in my mind on my drive home from work today

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Jane didn’t believe in love at first sight. She didn’t believe in love at second sight either, or third. Honestly, love was never really on her radar. Until she met Nymphia, that is.

Nymphia shouldn’t have been anything special. She was just a girl, like all the rest. Another pretty girl for Jane to bring home from the bar and then never see again.

Sex wasn’t complicated. Hookups weren’t complicated. Jane enjoyed pretty women and they enjoyed her. But emotions were messy, and Jane didn’t do mess.

Nymphia was messy. Everything about her was chaos and impulsion wrapped up in a yellow-haired bow. Jane should have run when she still had the chance.

[rking200]

It's Sunday! A new chapter has found its way to The Red Room. Check it out to see why Connor acted how he did last chapter <3 Take a peek at @connor-sent-by-cyberlife's wonderful new render, and don't forget to check back later to show their post some love!

The Red Room (60070 words) by rking200 Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hank Anderson/Connor Characters: Hank Anderson, Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Original Chloe | RT600, Markus (Detroit: Become Human), Elijah Kamski Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Stalking, Vomiting, Suicidal Thoughts, Top Hank Anderson, Bottom Connor (Detroit: Become Human), Connor is a Mess (Detroit: Become Human), Hank Anderson is Bad at Feelings, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Missing Persons, Abduction, Manipulation, Death Threats, Mental Health Issues, Zlatko didn't do it, POV Alternating, Slow Burn, Sex at some point Summary: Connor Stern is a law school dropout who dreams of making it big in the music industry. He manages to get into a special apprenticeship program with the musical genius Elijah Kamski and, despite working two jobs and struggling to stay afloat, feels like his dream is finally within his grasp. When Hank Anderson stumbles into the lounge Connor performs at, The Red Room, he becomes entranced with him. As Hank falls in love with Connor's voice, he ends up entangled with conflicting emotions and delicate situations. Slowly, his nights are filled with Connor's songs and his closeness, even if he feels he doesn't deserve it. They reach several roadblocks along the way of getting closer, some more dangerous than others. A collaboration written alongside Connor-sent-by-Cyberlife for the Reverse Big Bang 2024, told with a POV alternating between Hank and Connor. Chapters added weekly.

[ssreeder]

i discovered the liab series super late but i discovered it indeed 🤭 just wanna say how much i love this series and how hard it’s kept me in a chokehold over the past couple weeks!!!! your writing is SO. phenomenal. im going insane. thank you so much for sharing this with the world!!!!

thank you soooo much!! I’m so happy you enjoyed it!! (I also saw you put it on your zukka fic rec list & let me tell you what an HONOR) I am obsessed with compliments so thank you for coming all the way here to tell me you enjoyed it seriously made my day.

[thatoneperson747]

Chapter three of A Ranger's Eyes is up on ao3!

I'm not sure how many of my readers see my tumblr account, but for those who do, thank you so much for being so nice to me! I did not expect my first fic to do so well, especially so early. I'm really excited to keep writing it! I hope you guys enjoy what I've got in store for you :D

[reimuineldyring]

for reimu’s first adventure on her new blog, a bunch of weird guys appear

[thechaoticfanartist]

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Chapter 40: A Spark Of Light

"How is it not my fault if I failed?"

"Because there was only the slightest chance you could save us, but you took it anyway. You were not the one who caused this, you did all you could to prevent it," said Obi-Wan kindly.

Grim smiled softly. "You're right, and even though we lost this war, hope survives, the Jedi survive, for the Sith can't destroy the light. Thank you Masters." Grim hugged Yoda. "Thank you for letting me join your family."

Yoda hugged her back, and then Obi-Wan joined the hug. "Thank you for being a part of it," Obi-Wan replied.

The three Jedi stayed there for a long moment. They had lost so much. Yet there was still hope, there was still light.

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