#my fanfic: leave no stone unturned

[victoriame03]

- Chapter Eight, Leave No Stone Unturned

here’s a snippet from my recently completed first fanfic, it’s jegulus in a muggle college au, lots of fluff and everyone being stupid while falling in love!!

[the-spacetronaut]

Sonny must of said the most diabolical mind boggling flabbergasting things to get beat like that. is it possible to give us one sentance he said? it doesn't have to be the worst one and it's fine if you don't. I'm just really curious.

everyone is really curious what sonny said! i dont blame you guys, haha!

one of things he said was along the lines of "you're a real expert at pushing people away with your "charming" personality. guess no one wants to stick around for your rude and self-centered attitude except freddy but he's obligated to stay and clean up your messes and apoligize for you since you can't do that yourself."

monty being there only gives fuel so of course sonny would drag him into it! its no secret to everyone that monty really REALLY likes you! when monty likes something or someone, bonnie follows close behind!

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Hey! Do you have any hawkahy fic recs?

:D first let me start by saying,

second, my biggest rec is always always always for you to just trawl around ao3 and tumblr on your own time and leave no stone unturned (or at least un-glanced-at). i'm happy to say i think there's enough stuff floating around out there where no one person's rec list is gonna cover every fic you might end up liking, so i encourage you to root around and see what hidden gems you stumble on. kudos, hits, and comments are not the be-all end-all indicator of fic quality, and there's really no way to tell if you'll like something without giving it a fair shake first.

now getting into the actual meat of it:

i can't possibly talk hawkahy fic without mentioning my wonderful friend @quordleona03 and her Sins & Virtues series, which has been ongoing since i was still in elementary school. the latest installment, All We Know, is currently holding the bronze medal for the longest mash fic on ao3 and is still being updated. if you like your fics long, angsty, and thoroughly researched, look no further than that series! she also has some unaffiliated/standalone hawkahy fics on her profile. quordle is also the archivist for the late Iolanthe, who is credited as the founding hawkahy fic writer— more on that topic is written on her memorial ao3 profile and on the S&V series page linked above. famously, in 2004, around the time S&V was first being written, the onion described erotic hawkahy fanfic as being "the worst humanity has to offer", which could only have been referring to either (or both) of these two talented authors. via the iolanthe memorial account, quordle also runs a hawkahy fic collection on ao3 and accepts submissions for it, though you may need to poke her on her main account if there's an outstanding submission you think she missed that you'd like her to look at.

other fics i recommend (mind the ratings):

Hot Under the Collar

The Touch of Your Hand

i'm afraid to come home in the dark

saying grace over an empty table

You're The Tops

Reach Out, Touch Faith

This Must Be The Place

Pulse

and Shearing Season was a generous gift for yours truly!

as you can probably guess from that list: my tastes are equally fluffy and smutty. i like my porn with feelings, and my feelings with porn. hawkahy is a very sweet and emotionally fraught ship that simultaneously works great as a depraved pornographic freakfest. the best fics have both in equal measure! ^_^

i also write fic! you can find me on ao3 under the name RiskyBiznu. i've only posted 6 hawkahy fics so far, but generally they lean towards comedy and i think all of them are tagged as some variant of fluff.

lastly, i'd like to also say that i am very picky and also trying to keep this list brief, so for anyone else reading: please don't take it personally if your stuff isn't on my list! plus, anyone is free to reblog this with recs of their own, as well as a link to their own stuff, if they so wish. the more the merrier!

[eatyourmaker]

Alright.

If I don't come back from my indefinite break consider this the blog's requiem...

I love this community, and it will always hold a special place in my heart, and I'm genuinely scared of letting it go. I'm scared that my inner turmoil will have ruined the series and fandom for me.

But I've met such lovely people and made wonderful friends here. I've made art and seen wonderful art, and had great conversations and exchanges with people...

The small following I've accumulated? I've nothing bad to say about you.

You all are so genuinely lovely, and have made my experience here... So lovely...

Now onto the not so great things...

Sometimes...

Being a creator in this fandom....

Feels like a fucking nightmare.

Seeing as this might be the last thing I post here I might as well leave no stone unturned and come clean, right?

It's so fucking anxiety inducing, and unfortunately I couldn't handle the heat.

Okay so here are some things that have been weighing me down.

1. Hostile responses to different types of content.

it's so confusing... it seems like the fandom's response to fan-created content is so... wishywashy.

On the one hand, if you create something with dark themes you run the risk of being called gross 'n weird.

On the other hand, if you create content that's just happy and silly you get the "this is unrealistic, where's the nuance?" comments.

Silly or Dark, it doesn't matter someone has got something to say.

Damned if you do damned if you don't.

The fuck am i supposed to do??? What do you want from me???

I try my best to just create whatever I know will make me happy, but the knowledge that wherever I turn there will be that type of response just give me such overwhelming anxiety, like...

And I know this sounds stupid and like a personal problem, and I thought it was too for a long time--- that's why I internalized it, but I've had conversations with my small circle of friends who are also creators and the space and from what I've gleemed they feel the same way.

They are also nervous to post the content they wanna post because of the same things.

On the one hand, I'm glad I'm not alone in my feelings, but on the other hand, it saddens me that this is such a problem people are scared of posting their work.

2. Unreasonable expectations of creators.

I feel like some people here forget that the creators here are people too.

It's kind of annoying and disheartening.

And the "expectations" I'm talking about isn't like--- people expecting people to push out content like machines, it's not that-

It's the "This doesn't cater to me, i don't like this [character/ship/whatever] therefore it is bad, and I'm gonna make you feel bad about it.

I see this sentiment a lot when it comes to a particular pair of characters--- not gonna name names. But if you know you know.

These characters aren't the best in the series. They present as dislikable, yes. But nonetheless they are someone's favorite (and that someone is my friend)

This fanartist draws wholesome art of their faves interacting as a couple only to get vagued about for not presenting the characters with more nuance.

And it's SO painfully obvious whenever this conversation comes up that it's about them n their art bc they are like known as the fanartist for these characters—

And it's just so... Disheartening to see.

And no one challenges this view point, and it's just an echo chamber of "YEA!!! If you draw this character you gotta draw them right!!!"

And lately I've been seeing the same sentiment for Ignacio, and I can't say definitively if it's something that's meant to be directed at me, but either way it sucks.

So as a creator I wanna address this type of thing head on.

Fanartists/fanfic writers/whoever is not obligated to provide you with "nuance."

I mean good God. I kind of understand the hatred and the sentiment, these characters are implied to be not good to their child, right? So when confronted with this character— especially if you're a fan of the character they're victimizing— you might be compelled to go "this is bad!!! This is unrealistic!!! Provide nuance!!! Blah blah"

But remember, this creator is a person too.

There are a lot of creators who will make realistic/more canon based "nuanced" depictions of this character—

But if there's a person who isn't interested in that and they just wanna draw their faves being happy or lovey dovey, what's the problem with that? Do you really think shoving canon and your dislike of the character down their throat, will do anything?

Can you just think for a second?

Like okay.

The character has done some bad shit. But do you really think that drawing that character being abusive is gonna be fucking fun??? For some people, I'm sure it is. There are some enjoyers of dark content who wanna provide that level of depth. But there are also... Some who don't!!! There are also people who wanna draw their faves being happy!!!

But then, there's the earlier point of "If you make something too dark you'll be called gross" LIKE

WHAT DO YOU WAAANNNNT???

And the idea that there's a "right" way to draw or write a character is so stifling. And if you don't fit within that you get shit on.

ok next point.

Just find an interpretation you do like and leave the other people alone. And if you can't do that, don't interact with that content and go about your day.

It's so simple.

3. People shoving canon down your throat.

There's not much to say on this point I don't think.

But some people forget that headcanons and aus exist and that fanartist and fanfic writers are not the fucking show writers

Some of y'all act like you don't know what the fuck fanon is.

Let people have different interpretations and depictions of characters. The canon isn't fucking going anywhere.

If you see something you don't like? Move along, or block, whatever. Just stop with the constant "but it doesn't make sense!!!" Within someone's headcanons and story it might.

If you don't like someone's interpretation of a character, it's fine. But just. Leave people be.

(I got an ask recently about my Dadnacio au asking to explain it— this is NOT about that, that person was respectful and genuinely curious. I'm talking about in general and what I've seen. That person was fine)

4. The vagueing

Do I need to explain?

I thought this community was really more mature but apparently it isn't.

Nothing could prepare me for the amount of vaguing that would happen here.

Y'all— the creators you're refraining from name dropping but still venting about be seeing the shit!!! And it doesn't do anything but make people feel bad like holy shit!

All it serves to do is make the environment uncomfortable and hostile.

All you do is make not only that creator but other creators scared to post anything.

I can't silence anyone and I don't intend to— nothing I can do but Jesus it's just— omg.

4. Shipping wars

Need I say more?

If there's a ship you don't like between two consenting non related adults, scroll past, or block the tag, and mmmmoooOOOOOOOVE the fuck along.

It's insane.

If your ship isn't popular, or has an age gap (A LEGAL ONE, MIND YOU) you are genuinely at risk of getting hate and even losing friends or mutuals. It's ridiculous.

R i d i c u l o u s.

Also, this may be an unpopular opinion, but—

If there's a toxic ship, as long as it doesn't romanticize the toxic parts of it— who gives a shit.

Some people like to write darker themes, but again it seems like that's a goddamn crime in this fandom,,,

Aaaand.

I think that's about it.

All in all, this fandom, while it has its good parts...

I'm sorry, I gotta cut the shit and stop sugarcoating it—

It's TOXIC AS FUCK HERE.

I'm sorry!!! I had to say it!!!

Yeah, I'm a sensitive person, I say it in my pinned post.

But in all my years of living, with all the fandoms I've been in.

This is by far, no fucking joke. THE WORST ONE.

I'm so deadass.

And I've been in the FNAF fandom as a kid at its peak! I was in the Danganronpa fandom, FnF! And SOOO many more in-between!!! You should see the mile long yet some how in complete fandom list on my hyperfixation blog like I'm so deadass right noe. But no. This is the worst one. /Srs /gen

How did you MANAGE? How is this one, the lighthearted turned mysterious cartoon about 2 spooky kids manage to be the most vitriolic that I've seen in all my years?!

And if it's like this on Tumblr I shudder to think wtf Twitter is like.

And all this and then people will eventually start to wonder why tf the fandom is getting bone dry— lemme tell you—

Instead of catering your own fandom experience and saying "live and let live" it's like the first instinct when people see something they don't like is just hostility! And it's so immature!

IT'S CAUSE PEOPLE ARE SCARED TO POST HERE!!!

And it's not just me either!!!!!

I'm probably more openly affected because again, I'm sensitive, I have horrible anxiety, yada yada, but it's not just me, and that's really sad.

But anyway.

Yeah that's it.

Despite all my grievances, please know that I love you guys. You all who have shown me support and love, you mean the world to me, and if I don't end up returning, please know I'll never forget you.

Bye , 🫂💖💞🫶🏾

[miffysrambles]

Hi there😊.

Do you think you could do a fanfic where LMK Sun Wukong and reader end up somehow doing the Spider-Man kiss?

Of course, this is so cute! (Sorry it's a bit short!)

“Wukong, you here?” Your voice echoed throughout Flower Fruit Mountain, calling out for your boyfriend.

Yep, your boyfriend was the Monkey King himself, yeah you didn’t know how you got so lucky either.

You groaned as you kept getting moderately scuffed and scraped by tree branches as you treaded through the lush forests on the mountain, curses slipping out of your mouth from the slight pain as you kept searching.

He was doing this on purpose, making you look for him you knew that. 

He was enjoying this game too, the mischievous motherfucker.

You laughed softly at the thought of his cheeky smile when you would find him, although he was unfair he would eventually let you find him and win the game.

This isn’t the first time this has happened after all.

“Ya gotta find me if you want my kisses (Name)!”

His voice rang out back at yours through the trees, making you groan once more.

You did really want those kisses dammnit.

You picked up the pace as you looked behind every shrub and patch of tall grass, leaving no stone unturned. 

The sound of air whipping above you made you freeze as your eyes darted to the sky.

Orange hair fell to your hand, the soft texture rubbing against your fingers as you felt the tuft.

Oh, it’s his fur alright. 

You let the strand fall to the ground as it turned into one of his clones, the clone winking at you as it ran away.

You smiled and rolled your eyes at his attempt to toy with you as you kept searching, this time looking above you at each branch hanging from the forest trees. 

The sound of leaves ruffling above your head made your eyes narrow.

He was very close. 

You saw his monkey tail peeking out from a tree as you called out, 

“Found you.”

He chuckled as he poked his body out of the tree and used his tail to hang onto the branch.

He crossed his feet as he let himself fall and hung upside down on the branch like a bat, crossing his arms, grinning as he flirtily replied,

“Ya found me.”

You laughed back as you held his cheeks while his face was still upside down, “Now about my victory kisses?”

He chuckled as he pressed his lips against yours while keeping his tail tightly wrapped around the tree branch, even when he was upside down he was a great kisser. 

He pulled away with a ‘mwah’ sound as he joyfully grinned, uncrossing his arms and holding you as he picked you up and swung you both onto the branch, earning both a gasp and a soft giggle from you.

“I thought we could watch the sunset together, y’know, that’s a romantic thing.” He remarked as he wrapped his arm around your waist and brought you closer to him.

A smile spread across your face as your head rested on his shoulder, sighing in contentment,

“That sounds great hon.”

[thecoffeelorian]

Red Flags (Crosshair x Reader)

Premise: …If Lucasfilm really is taking the Fanboys’ Way Out (FWO) and un-aliving everybody, this can be canon instead. In any case, this is the official sequel to Understanding, and I'm going to do my best to see it through to a somewhat less abrupt end.

Story Notes/Warnings: All right, Lucasfilm...*sigh* ...Since you've more or less told me with your whole chest that Crosshair is perfectly healthy despite a lump in his head; visual sensitivity to light; growing hand tremors and an inability to shoot, so the only treatment he really needs is the Morality 101 class rather than going straight to emergency care...

...And that AZI-3 is now needed for absolutely nothing regarding the Clone Troopers in general, since Captain Rex totally overreacted about how dangerous the inhibitor chips were and probably even Wrecker would have just grown out of it after an hour...this is now classified as a Canon Divergent/No Retconning AU, because as an autistic woman, it's easier for me to function when the rules don't keep getting rewritten and I'm able to finish what I start in peace.

Warnings: ...Basically all of Crosshair's health issues in the whole series, because why leave so much as a single stone unturned?

Special Notes: I'll be going straight back to my longfics after this, and I really hope nobody expects me to just drop them and/or start over from scratch, because you might be disappointed there. 😅 Also, the header was made by @stars-n-spice.

No Pressure Tags: @shadow-rebel-223 @momojedi @mysticalgalaxysalad @littlefeatherr @moonstrider9904 @ah-prick24 @reader6898 @darkangel4121 @urmomsmattress @nevadastarrsworld @mohsicsu @beatthisbi @weirdest-lights @pachnouci-obuv @tink1221 @groguandthebadbatch @housepartyfortwo @donntmindmejustwandering @briefexpertdeer @ms-grassi @galaxyglittering and anybody still haunting the fanfic tags.

🍽 "eat up" is really the only blessing needed for this meal, as Omega is looking a little ashen and Crosshair is pretty much a dead man walking. It's better that they get started ahead of you anyway, as you're not exactly the type of host that neglects guests on purpose.

🍽 once each of them picks up their respective spoons, however, that's when things take a slight turn for the worse.

🍽 not only does Crosshair's hand shake something terrible, but whatever first taste he hoped to get today spills out onto the table long before he can even bring it to his mouth.

🍽 he answers this accident with a very loud curse word, a thing you would normally hear in the shipyards beyond your house, but not so much in the town.

🍽 nevertheless, as you see him grip at his forehead and wince, you're quick to offer him a napkin, as you know for a fact that you'd hate to be embarrassed in front of strangers, too.

🍽 whatever it takes to get this one calmed down.

🍽 thankfully, you're also not the only one paying attention here, because Omega wastes no time in coming over to assist. Meaning, at least in this situation, she's able to steady his hand just enough to get more than one spoonful into him. (Thank the Force.)

🍽 once he's calmed himself down a bit more, those tremors also lessen enough to allow himself to finish eating on his own. This allows Omega to go back and eat as well, especially with Crosshair insisting that no, he doesn't need her to be his nursery droid, please take care of yourself, too.

🍽 as you remind them in your most gentle tone possible, however...you have questions. Questions about where they came from, what they were doing before their escape, and who exactly might notice that they're missing.

🍽 Omega does most of the talking for this stage, though not without a hint of bitterness in her voice when she mentions the name Hemlock. According to her, as you are careful to not let yourself forget, it's almost a certainty that he's responsible for her brother's new 'condition', if not also the literal suffering of hundreds back in the place they call Tantiss.

🍽 at this same time, you hear her continue, he and a few of his former patients might also be the ones that come calling if you all don't leave soon. She mentions an island called Pabu, though she confesses to not knowing the name of the planet it's on. No matter what, though, they'll be trying to track her down and you need to leave soon.

🍽 we will, you're careful to promise her, not wanting to delay any action that could keep the three of you out of harm's way, but you still have a few more questions to ask.

🍽 first, why did the two of you get separated from the others in the first place?

🍽 and second...why does your brother keep gripping his head like that?

🍽 it's only after you ask this final question that Crosshair finally speaks up, the weight of a thousand crimes evident in his brief, three-word answer.

🍽 "It's my fault."

[boredwritergirl]

Day 4 - Duel Spirits

Hey everyone, a weird one for you today. I just did a writing sprint with @sapphicdesiress and I somehow accidentally made a fanfic of Yu-Gi-Oh GX. I've never made a fanfic before and idk if I'll ever do it again, but as with all the previous stories, I'm open to make a follow up if there's a desire for it. Also, while this is technically a fanfic, i must stress that it doesn't take much show knowledge to follow and honestly, I don't believe I properly represented the show nor the Character Alexis Rhodes. I imagine many of you would claim somethings are out of character and kind of mean spirited and I completely agree with that. But It's still something I wrote, and I think it works as a standalone story, so it's likely that people with only a vague knowledge of the show would like it more than die hard fans. Maybe I will make a more faithful fanfic sometime, But I'm perfectly ok if this is the only one I ever make. Also, I did take the time to edit this since I was in a writer's sprint, making shit up off the top of my head, typing fast on a phone, so yeah, It needed A LOT of editing, but it's in a decent state to share with you all now. Thanks for reading and hope you catch tomorrow's story.

Duel Spirits

The school was never pretty, but it looked especially daunting at night time. It felt wrong, like I was doing something against nature. But as I rummaged through the principal's office, I knew I needed to find it. I couldn't leave one stone unturned. I needed to see what he was hiding.

I made a complete mess of that buffoon's office. I just know he was hiding something. I just know that he knows what happened to my brother.

I took a deep breath before taking a look out the door, making sure no one's lurking in the hallway.

It has to have something to do with the abandoned building on the edge of the campus, the one place on this island that's forbidden to attend.

That must be where I go next, into the forest, into the abandoned dorm where my brother and 5 other obelisk blue students disappeared. I'll never give up on finding Atticus, even if I do get caught.

As I began to step out, I immediately closed the door as I heard footsteps in the distance. As I listened out, I could tell who it was. It was unmistakably the footsteps of the flamboyant Dr Crowler, I almost didn't recognize it without the accompanying sounds of his entitled gloating from earning a doctorate in playing Duel Monsters.

He was likely on his way to find some other way to mess with Jaiden, but I couldn't worry about that now. Atticus could still be out there, needing my help at this very instant. 

It's a shame I have to operate in the dark like this. As the highest ranking woman duelist in the academy, a lot of eyes are on me. Not as many as are on Zane, but I can't afford to slip up, because any mistake caught will be campus gossip before I could know it.

Then I heard the sounds of Dr Crowler coming back, this time his hand trying to turn the knob on the door. 

I made my escape through The giant window behind the Principal's chair and slowly climbed my way down from the building and onto the ground beneath me.

I immediately booked it, running to the abandoned dorm, through the dark forest of the night. 

But then I got lost. I looked and looked all around, not being able to see anything other than trees, endless trees!

I had no choice but to keep running and running, until I saw something strange… winged kuriboh.

Winged Kuriboh was one of Jaidens cards, but what was it doing here? And how was it physically in front of me? I didn't see a duel disk lying around, so it couldn't have been from that. Perhaps there was an old Industrial Illusions hologram generator around but those were outdated anyways, besides there's no chance Kaiba Corp would allow another company's tech at their campus.

The little furry winged beast beckoned to me, not able to speak, but gently cooing and pointing behind it. It wanted me to follow it.

I did so, going deeper into the woods following a duel monsters card come alive.

But then I stood shocked, dead in my tracks as I saw them… my deck. All of the monsters of my deck had come alive, and there was something wrong with them. Their eyes were blood red, their skin was rotten and foul. The cute and feminine deck I used to have became perverted into this monstrosity… I immediately ran away for my life, being chased by them. Their howls echoed through the night.

Blade skater and cyber gymnast zipped through the trees effortlessly, Cyber tutu and Etoile Cyber jumping from tree branch to tree branch trying to take me down while Cyber prima and cyber petite angel chased me in mid air.

I kept running, my legs not stopping for an instant. My face was soaked with sweat and my breaths were short and rapid, my heartbeat going at the pace of an F1 formula racer.

This couldn't be real, this can't be happening. Duel Monsters aren't real, it's just a children's card game! This makes no sense.

Of all the monsters, oddly enough, it was Cyber Petite angel that managed to get the jump on me. grabbing the duel disk on my arm and smashing it into the tree, completely shattering both the duel disk and my bones.

I let out a scream of terror and pain as I came to a collision, my arm now out of its socket. 

I tried to crawl away with the one arm I had left. All of the monsters I won my duels with smashing the duel disk until it was nothing but miscellaneous scraps of metal and wires.

But I didn't stop moving… I couldn't stop moving. I crawled as much as I could, but it was fruitless. 

My most powerful monster, Cyber Angel Dakini stood before me. He held his javelin to my face, lightly scraping my cheek to make me bleed.

It was obvious what was to come, what was to happen, that I'd never find Atticus again, that this was the end of Alexis Rhodes

But then suddenly, Jaiden Yuki Showed up. He's a great duelist from the Slyfer dorms. And of course. He did what he does best, say a bunch of heroic crap, tell the spirits to “get your game on!” And starts dueling my deck to save my life.

I couldn't pay attention at all to the fight, my eyes were focused on my arm. Knowing Jaiden, he probably just used his Elemental Heroes so he can fusion summon Elemental hero flame wingman, set up his skyscraper card to boost it by one thousand attack points and win with his special effect just like always.

When he won, he took me to the nurse. They did all they could for me, but nothing was ever the same after that. 

I tried to go back to classes, But everyone looked at me differently. Before I was Alexis, the girl everyone wanted or wanted to be… but now, I'm just a victim. Status never mattered to me before, but it hits differently when you have nothing left.

Maybe I'll never find my brother, but I figured I could make another deck and go back to my dueling studies, but no… every time I saw a card from my old deck, I'd just freeze in terror. I'd lose over and over again until I was demoted from obelisk blue, all the way down to Slyfer red. 

I finally got kicked out after a couple Of years. I just couldn't go back. No matter how hard I fought, I'd just lose, lose, lose.

I felt so pathetic. I couldn't save Atticus anymore than I could save myself. I finally admitted to myself that I'd never find him, and that my career was just as lost as he was.

Atticus deserved better and I used to think I deserved better too, but now I'll settle for just a single night where I don't have to relive all of that in my dreams.

I'm sorry, Atticus Rhodes… but you deserved A better sister. It should have been me who vanished in that abandoned dorm instead of you…

[flystill]

decided to make an overview post that's perhaps more helpful than my blog description, since i now spend half my waking hours on here. btw if @laurd11 follows you, that's me! "about" section below ↓↓↓

im a physics/math/computing nerd who tries never to leave a stone unturned online as well as in the big ole outernet. ive been on and off tumblr since about 2012, and ive been in a load of fandoms since the (dark) days of superwholock and 1d. im a chronic fanfic reader and tumblr poll enjoyer, as well as an american (boo) and very very lapsed catholic (this seems to come up a bunch? don't tell my family ;) )

rough breakdown of posts: ~50% things that make me laugh, ~10% pacific rim and cleanwhiteroom-related stuff, ~20% photography and other visual art, ~10% me whining about life, and ~10% other fandom nonsense (x files, house, ofmd, bbc ghosts . . . these change all the time)

general interests: science fiction, space, oceanography and marine creatures, climate science and clean energy, exploring and photographing wild places, extra extra indie music, adventure sports, philosophy

i try to tag things and fail often. no, i dont have any secret or non-secret artistic talents.

good omens tv side blog exists for those who are interested.

message me if you ever ever need/want a cute dog picture :)

[ivymarquis]

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them? 32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers. 55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

So I have like…. 15 (!!!!!!!) fic ideas sitting in my WIP google doc where I list all my stuff so I dont lose track of them. 3 of those I have actually started in some form or fashion.

As for sharing; I think Ive shared all the ideas in some form or fashion but I am incapable of keeping my wips to myself so here is the start to the “Price thinks he caught his wife cheating but actually she’s just masturbating” fic lmao

The lines in John Price's face testify to the worry that nags him every day.

He’s paid to worry. His men rely on it to stay safe- not that they so much as actively do, but it’s the fear of failure -of one of them not coming home- that drives Johnto account for every possible course of action during an op, and come up with three additional back up plans for each initial potential course.

He accounts for everything. No detail goes unnoticed, no stone goes unturned. He doesn’t have the option of making a mistake. If a clerk files a paper wrong, worse case scenario John resubmits a report. If he does his job wrong? Someone very likely will die.

There’s many, many things in the day that worry John but you are not one of them.

Not usually, anyway. And the slight nagging sensation as he pulls down the street that you two live on is easily accounted to him projecting and empathizing with the plight of a young soldier John had come across while getting ready to leave base.

One of the corporals under Soap had left the day before once placed on leave, only to be back on base this morning.

John hadn’t commented on the corporal's red, puffy eyes. The man’s ego’s already suffered a terrible blow, and his crying being acknowledged by his captain would not have helped matters.

The poor sod had walked in on his girlfriend in the act with another man. Not so much as a Dear John letter, but letting him find out in the worst way possible.

And so John brushes off the nagging in the back of his brain. He’s a worrier, and apparently his brain feels like torturing himself with thoughts of how absolutely wrecked he would be if he found himself in the same position as the corporal.

He leaves his bags in the car as he parks, too eager to see you to bother with them. He can unpack later.

The house is quiet when he first steps in. “Darling? I’m home.”

He expects to hear an excitable “John!” and you scrambling to him from whatever room you’re in. Your usual routine ending with you flinging yourself into his arms.

He’s greeted with more silence. Maybe you’re in the shower? John has text you on base that he was coming back. But the house isn’t all that far from base. Maybe you haven’t seen the message if you haven’t looked at your phone.

He makes his way up the stairs, grinning slightly at the thought of catching you in the shower. He’ll need to be careful- that he doesn’t spook you thinking you’re alone in the house only to be found naked and wet. He would feel terrible if you slipped from fright.

No sooner does John reach the top of the stairs does his stomach drop clear to the floor.

He can hear the mattress squeaking.

32. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers

I can only pick 3?? 🥺🥺

Well, you of course 💕💕 I am forever and will always be obsessed with Dita, and now Izzie (any anyone else you write because I am obsessed with your writing and it is wild to me still that we are friends!! I have been reading your stuff since you were writing for skyrim!!)

@kneelingshadowsalome I am literally so obsessed with how poetic Salome’s writing is. It’s just *chef’s kiss* absolutely incredible. Literally any and of it is just so good.

@embossross we all saw my public meltdown over my upset of not ever finding her again when my computer kicked the bucket and like a dummy I hadn’t followed/saved the fic I was reading in any way. Her writing is so good and Im still working my way through the fic of hers I am reading but fr fr y’all if you have even the slightest interest in bdsm dynamics I know absolutely nothing about the tr fandom so idk how close it follows anything canon but it flows so nice aaHHHHHH

55. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

Lowkey the characters I always love most typically fit the same archetype (for whatever reason I huff the “traumatized soldier” trope like it’s blow and I cannot stop myself).

I can’t pick just one so Imma ramble

Like Ghost is just delightfully traumatized and I wanna snuggle him and make things okay for him going forward.

And the ghost fics/ideas are definitely the ones I get more notes on but lowkey Ive been feeling Price lately and while the price snippets/fics have gotten good responses they haven’t pulled near the numbers as the ghost ones but I do not care lmao literally if anyone comments anything nice on my stuff Im so happy but I’m not like…. Gonna cater my writer with the purpose of getting the most notes (tho I am pleasantly surprised when something blows up) so whoever my flavor of the month is, isn’t particularly swayed by reader response.

And of course Jacob will always have a special place in my heart because I have simped for that man since 2018 and I *will* excuse the kidnapping, brainwashing, and cannibalism. Because he is my babygirl.

For my actual OCs, while I haven’t written very much for her yet I just love Honey so so so much any time I do a snippet for her she just writes so easy for me.

Like I love CC still and they have their similarities in certain aspects of disposition/motivations but sometimes I gotta wrestle her down lmao

Get to Know Your Fic Writer

[blitheringmcgonagall]

Ah now, I think there’s a bit of truth in both sides.

Yes canon Sirius is an excellent character but in my experience, there are plenty of fics that do a stellar jobs of giving him a very complex, nuanced personality (and yes in some fics he’s two dimensional but sure we all love a bit of romcom Sirius at times, and why not? There is room for all sorts of tales, including silly ones, when you are in the mood!).

There is actually not a massive amount of info about Sirius in canon, granted more than some but hardly main character stuff, which is why it’s so fascinating to see how so many fanfic writers have expanded this. Tbh I think that their version of Sirius is more whole and beautiful and diverse than canon.

Here are just a few of the writers that I think really get into Sirius’ character (mostly but not all wolfstar, and yes some of these have smut but how is that not also nuanced at times??):

TheDivineComedian (eg leave no stone unturned series)

MollyMaryMarie (eg Dear Your Holiness, We Can Pretend) @mollymarymarie

CH_Darling (The Last Enemy) @chdarling

Earlybloomingparentheses @earlybloomingparentheses

Artemisia_Black_95 (eg Pietas)

@artemisia-black

Izzythehutt @izzythehutt

Lunchbucket (Liebensraum)

Aeridi0nis (in lieu of beaujolais) @steelycunt

Some of these writers have very complex, well thought out ideas about Sirius eg he has complex trauma/PTSD/attachment difficulties etc based on his childhood and Azkaban. In Boys Don’t Cry I think of him as having disorganised attachment and some borderline personality disorder traits because of his upbringing.

I know I’m missing millions of other great writers in that list ( @greyeyedmonster-18, @eyra, @jennandblitz @captainofthesswolfstar @january3693 to name a few, see??)

but what I mean is that actually many of these writers have thought about Sirius Black way, way more than JFK ever did!

fanfiction is so great. like it's just saying, "hey love that character, imma take their name and the vaguest bits of their personality and just see what happens" like canon sirius is absolutely nothing compared to the sheer greatness of fanon sirius

[faelapis]

perhaps a jasper/pearl fusion would have elements of a party rocker/punk in terms of their general theme? combing both Pearl's hedonistic vibes with possible 'break free of rules/expectations' to apply to potential character development for jasper, as well as the both of them working outside the programming established for their Gem-types?? (in terms of build, may resemble Rainbow Quartz, a Pearl/Quartz-type fusion, or Opal for the same reason.)

interesting idea! i know what i’m gonna do with this IF they ever fuse, so i wasn’t exactly asking for suggestions, but that’s very interesting speculation...

[victoriame03]

- Chapter Five, Leave No Stone Unturned

chapter five out now on ao3!!

[limetameta]

limeta's going on a rant lads! adhd sponsored so you know it's gonna be incomprehensible :D

you know what i think

i think fanfic authors don't talk nearly enough about the themes they write in their own fics because they've been led to believe it's cringy if they do it on their own. that they need to wait for this gospel wielding reviewer who's going to understand the theme perfectly and notice all of the nuance and leave no stone unturned. that's a lot of pressure to put on a person who might just read a fic and comment superficially because they don't understand, don't have the words to explain, or otherwise don't WANT to get into the nitty gritties of the works. or the 'tiny intestines' how we like to say details in my language.

in my personal opinion the author should have full right and support to just go online, on their blog or other type of platform they're using and just go HAM. you posted a chapter, it's passed a couple of days, people have read it, you just go and TALK about that chapter. if you feel the inclination of course. or you go make MEMES about your own works. you ENTERTAIN YOURSELF first!! you know how they say you need to put your air mask on first and then help someone? BESTIE, SAME THING!

you feel like nobody in the reviews has commented on something you want to talk about - you start the dialogue yourself and see who joins up - there'll always be someone.

being your own biggest fan makes so you won't get bored of writing. and what do fans do? they talk about the work.

don't just sit in front of your computer and click refresh hoping someone reviews. it's discouraging! it's downright scary and sad! hell i wish i knew this when i was starting out ten years ago. i was so dead set on being the proper fanfic authorTM. now? after COVID???? nah, nobody's got the time for that.

you be the literature teacher talking about colour usage and prose and metaphors in your own fic. like you are SMART for using that colour. Like YEP people DEF need to pay attention but if they don't? if too much is going on in a chapter and people don't notice? This isn't a classic literature class man, just point it out to them. The pay off will be super cool and interesting anyway. Don't spoil your work, I mean (unless you want to, like what are they gonna do? you're the author you can just do a 180 and say psyche and fuck with them) but nudging your reading pals in the right direction like oh dude the colour red? the leitmotif of this story's progressing in xyz? nudge nudge, that might or might not come up later you know ;)

You know how you have those 10 page summaries in the beginning of classic books that explain the book to you and then you read the book and understand it? Don't put so much on the readers. Don't think they'll catch every little detail.

This isn't saying in no shape or form to dumb it down - just if you want to talk about it - you MENTION it. you praise yourself, buddy! you make your own memes if no one else will because you know how to have fun.

and trust me you know the characters the best for your own story so unless you actually talk about it, rarely will anyone else do it for you. they'll be too shy. they might think it's not their place. but if you do it? nobody can tell you shit.

ahhhhhh! but what if someone calls me cringy for doing it and says my story is shit because nobody else thought to say stuff like this first and it looks desperate that i'm talking about it?

i mean lmao take it from someone who's been in this game for over 10 years now - like - it's super fucking cringy* that you're writing fanfic. have FUN with it :D

*cringe culture is dead. just have fun.

[itsgodthemself]

"I guess I stayed for you." Elsa x Emma Swan

hi guys, I'm just reposting a fanfic I had linked in my master list. For no specific reason other then I absolutely love Elsa x Emma, we were robbed. It isn’t that long, probably around 600 words, I am too lazy to check.

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After everything went down with the evil snow queen, after she tried to get Emma and Elsa to become her powerful sisters. Storybrooke was quiet for a bit, everything seemed peaceful and everyone was calming down. Now there was love in the air, love that kept bringing Emma Swan back to that old ice cream shop, the shop that was now run by Elsa of Arendelle. Emma found herself walking past everyday, waving to the new shop owner, she also found her face pink after every interaction. Her and Hook were on a break, there was no way she was moving on this fast already?

Emma finally built up the courage to walk in, after maybe 4 laps around the block. It was a hot day, maybe a cold babe could make her feel cooler. The bells rang on top of the door as she entered, she immediately made eye contact with Elsa, who was making more ice cream. “Hey,” Emma said, looking around the shop, trying to avoid eye contact because it made her oh so nervous. “Hi, Emma.” Elsa said back to her, smiling cheerfully. “No one’s in here, wanna chat for a bit?” Emma asked the other blonde, scratching at her neck as she did so. “Of course, I’d love that.” Elsa walked around the counter, sitting at a booth with Emma. The two were quiet for a bit, before Emma spoke.

“How did you feel about Storybrooke when you first got here?” Emma asked the other blonde, looking across the table at her. Elsa snickered, leaning her head on her hand. Elsa made her so nervous she asked stupid questions. “I don’t think it would take a genius to know what my response will be, Swan, I sort of trapped the whole town in with a giant ice wall.” It had been a while since that all happened, since Emma helped Elsa finally find Anna. When they finally found the door back to Arendelle, Anna and Kristoff stepped through with no hesitation, but Elsa stayed behind. There was something keeping her from leaving Storybrooke, or perhaps someone. “I was scared, confused. A lot of emotions were going through me.”

“No, I obviously knew that. Sorry, let me rephrase the question. After everything went down, you stayed here, you said you wanted to explore the town more but when we were looking for Anna we left no stone unturned. You saw everything Storybrooke had to offer, I guess my question was, why did you stay?” When Emma finished rephrasing her question she looked back up at Elsa, who was smiling back at her. “That is almost a completely different question, Emma.” Elsa said, smiling and looking out the window. It was a different question, it was also a very complicated question. A question that Elsa didn’t want to answer, a question she was afraid to answer.

“Well are you going to complain about my question or are you going to answer it?” Emma asked, tilting her head as she tried to figure out what Elsa was looking at outside. “I guess I’ll answer it.” Elsa responded, her voice quiet, almost in a whisper. Emma waited, staring at the other woman. Elsa turned back to Emma, taking her eyes off the window, “When we found the door back to Arendelle, I watched my sister go through and I almost went through too. But then I turned around and I looked at you Emma, I looked at you and I realized you were the only person I had ever clicked with like that.” The two blondes made eye contact, but one stayed silent and the other kept talking. “I knew if I walked through that door, to my world I might never see you again. I didn’t want to risk never seeing my only friend ever again, Emma.”

Emma felt her heart sting when Elsa called her a friend, the two girls had a bond quite like no other, they were closer than friends, something more special than that. “I think you’re the only person in my life right now like Emma, the only person I think completely and utterly understands me. I could come to you with the biggest most confusing problem and you’d help me solve it. Anna could help me but she never understood as much as I did, I think you understand me as much as I understand myself.” 

Elsa looked over at Emma, biting her lip slightly. “I Like you a lot Emma, a lot more than I’ve liked anybody else.” Just as Elsa was trying to get her feelings out, Emma reached over the table and grabbed the woman's cheek in her hand, pulling her face forward and having their lips meet. The two kissed, lips against one another's. When they both leant back to where they were sitting, the two didn’t say anything for a while, they only stared at each other. “I asked a simple question, I didn’t ask for a love confession.” Emma snickered, smiling at the other woman. “If you wanted a shorter answer, Swan, I guess I stayed for you.” Elsa said, smiling at Emma.

[cupidcreates]

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Summary: Y/n has been working at the Musutafu Facility for Anomalies for seven years now and though they never amounted to more than a desk jockey in that time they have been able to gain in depth knowledge of the facility layout. There is something going on deep within the bowels of this facility, something that Y/n is sure precipitated their grandmother's disappearance decades ago, and they’re going to find out what it is. They’ve got a month to explore the facility while it’s evacuated and under construction, and they will leave no stone unturned, no area unsearched…much to the delight of the creatures within that have developed a particular fondness for Y/n….

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Summary: On your way home from work you stumble across a damp cardboard box with the label FOR PICKUP, DESTROY written in big red letters on the front. Overcome with curiosity you open it to find it full of handbells of various shapes, sizes, and metal compositions. You can’t figure out why someone would want these destroyed, but whoever was meant to do so will undoubtedly be here soon. It’d be a shame to see them all go to waste, surely they won’t miss just one bell…

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[midknight-hour]

y’all remember this

bc i was bored and couldn’t sleep last night so i made a littol drabble. it’s not much and i’ll probably actually work on a story at some point but i thought i’d share to the riddlebat stans <3

btw this is literally a mash up of any canon i enjoy <333333333333 it’s my fanfic and i get to choose the backstory and ships

— — — — — —

It wasn’t often that Edward was allowed to watch television at home. His father would kill him if he even saw him near the thing, of course. He couldn’t be trusted with such expensive items with his lack of sense. Though it seemed as though everyone in the city was currently tuned into the news… all because their royal family had been slain.

It had dominated the public sphere since the moment the press caught news of the killings. Martha and Thomas Wayne, Gotham’s saviors, had been gunned down in a back alley in front of their own son. It was a tragedy, though clearly one the news was choosing to sensationalize for their own gain.

Or at least that was what Ed had surmised.

He’d been following the story intently, sneaking into the living room late at night to watch the news as his father slept on the couch. The ceremonies and court hearings. The crime itself, and the manhunt that went on without any sort of breakthrough for days. The media treated it like some sort of twisted crime thriller, or a mystery novel. No sympathy, just unabashed curiosity. No stone was left unturned as they pried into the personal lives and final days of the deceased.

The funeral was mostly attended by cameras and anchormen, the young Wayne boy sitting in front beside the old butler of the house. It was a replay, obviously. The midday sun, barely visible behind the dull rain clouds, a stark contrast to the pitch black night he was currently enveloped in.

The procession was grim, the burial quiet, but that was all that the bereaved were allowed before the storm of questioning began.

“Bruce Wayne! Over here!”

“Mr. Wayne! A word, please!”

“Sir- Sir! Are you the legal guardian of the boy? I’d like to speak with him.”

The older man seemed to be attempting to guard Bruce from the onslaught of camera flashes and clamoring voices, but there wasn’t much he could do as they began the treacherous walk back to the limousine. It made Edward feel sick. He couldn’t imagine how he would have felt if things had been so hectic on the day of his mother’s burial. Though perhaps his own father had been enough of a spectacle to make up for it. Either way, he felt a deep connection to the other boy, even through the screen.

The Wayne boy was still being cornered by the hounds, each question being barked somehow worse than the last.

“Who are you wearing?” “Do you have any family coming to the manor to claim you?” “Bruce Wayne! How are you feeling about your inheritance? How much did your parents leave you?”

“Please…. Just leave me alone.”

Edward’s blood ran cold.

“I just want to go home.”

No. It can’t be.

“Get out of the way!” The boy snapped, his sadness morphing in anger at the frothing crowds. And just like that, he was whisked away by a police officer to his vehicle to avoid any further confrontation. And the clip ended.

Now, one would expect Edward to be feeling nauseous simply due of the exploitation of someone his age at such a vulnerable time. Which he was, partly. It was despicable. But it wasn’t the main reason he felt like throwing up as he stumbled back to his room and slammed the door behind him.

He locked himself in his bedroom, ignoring the sounds of his waking father down the hall. Then he fumbled with the edges of his shirt as he pulled it up and over his head, reading the dark lines embedded in his skin, across his chest just like it had always been.

“Please, just leave me alone.”

After years of his life assuming his soulmate would be rightfully disgusted by him in their meeting moments…

“I just want to go home.”

— — —

Bruce was a drastically a different person then he had been in his youth.

As he stood vigilant in his superhero’s fortress, which Alfred had lovingly nicknamed his “bat cave,” he thought back to that day in the cemetery. The way his anger had suddenly surged, like a wave. Over the years he had learned to aim his anger and vengeful spirit at something more productive, starting out with the task of finding his parents’ killer. Though when that didn’t pan out, he found it in himself to instead focus on the public good. To prevent others from feeling that same pain he still held in his heart. But unsurprisingly enough, that made him a lot of enemies.

He had been on the case of a rather curious criminal the past few days, one which seemed to have some sort of vendetta against the law. He merely went by the name of E. Nigma, and he had been terrorizing the GCPD by hacking into theur systems to release sensitive information to the masses, despite any and all security measures put in place.

He’d left cryptic hints as he went- some mentioned him by name. “The Batman.” Others were addressed to Gordon or Bullock. Each was mysterious, and vague, though seemed to allude to a bigger picture. Names of specific officers had been sprinkled throughout by means of codes and ciphers, so he’d been holed up in his cave researching each named figure on the GCPD’s archives.

He had some of the most advanced technology in the world at his disposal, and his main computer was no different, so he hadn’t expected this so-called enigma to find his way into his system any time soon. But then again, underestimating the enemy was so often the folly of confident heroes.

All at once, just as Bruce felt like he was beginning to get somewhere, the monitor went dead.

There was a sharp ringing in the air as the speakers crackled around him, a deep, malicious laugh pouring around him. The screen sporadically began to flash- off, on, off on, before a single, pixelated, green question mark floated in the middle of the dark plane before him.

“Riddle me this, detective~”

Oh.

Well.

This is going to be interesting.