#one day ill finish that fic

[anotherferalrat]

YALL I WAS COMBING THROUGH THE KAELUC TAG ON AO3 BC OCTOBER MEANS A FLOOD OF NEW FICS. WELL I FOUND A HADESTOWN AU AND IM SO GLAD SOMEBODY ELSE WROTE IT BECAUSE I'VE BEEN STUCK ON MINE FOR MONTHS AND SAYING IT FOR LONGER.

KAELUC ARE SO ORPHEUS/EURYDICE CODED AND HERE'S WHY:

For one, you have the perfect premise of Celestia being the Hades stand in, driving a wedge between them: Diluc/the Ragnvindrs being faithful to Mondstadt/Barbatos and Kaeya being cursed from a godless land (also I think Venti as Hermes is so funny and so tragic).

But I also think either could be Orpheus. They have such a complicated past that they both have reason to believe the other wouldn't follow them out of whatever Genshin's version of the underworld is: whether Diluc believes Kaeya would rather be "at peace" and not have to deal with the pain of their past or keeping up the lies of his history, knowing one day he'd once again have to choose between Mondstadt and Khaenri'ah or Kaeya believing Diluc has less trust in him than he actually does (he trusts him with his life, even now) and would refuse to follow him out. Just. A A A A.

NO WAIT HEAR ME OUT. JUST THOUGHT OF THIS.

Kaeya is Orpheus in this situation and Celestia will let Diluc go but they have to cross the Mare Jivari and ofc bc they both grew up in Mondstadt, they're mildly terrified, Diluc especially because as much as he's lost respect for the damned bard, this will be the first time he's not under his protection and they're both worried about his soul being trapped in the desert somewhere along the journey.

Also with the musical's ending implying an inescapable loop and the whole time god/loop theory, just the two of them forever doomed to be intertwined but never be together again (until a certain traveller is able to break the loop bc i need at least one instance of an orpheus/eurydice situation to work out PLEASE-)

Will probably post about this again but my brain is so fried from sleep deprivation and whumptober that i can't string together another coherent thought<3

[allthenicknamesweretaken]

IT IS DONE

Fanart of Chapter 25 of The Neon Void by @sugarpasteltmnt

Fanart done to the lyrics of The Other Side Of Paradise

THIS TOOK SO LONG OH MY GOD

I first got the idea for this some time after chapter 25 but then I got burned out and then I got distracted by artfight and then I got distracted by an AU I’m making BUT NOW IT’S DONE

YIPPEE

[anonymouscheeses]

I'm gonna be shitting and screaming and starting fights if Sera becomes a villain. I can't take sibling angst, Sera loves Emily I swear guys believe meeee.

[noxiousr0se]

I feel like a fun idea for hsr would be dan heng and dan feng fighting for control over dan heng’s body. Like say DF just like wakes up in DH’s body one day after DH like takes a massive hit and almost dies and the express crew being oblivious bc DF is a magnificent actor and they just assume DH is on edge after almost dying. The real kicker is that like the High Could Quintet (Jing Yuan, Blade, Jingliu) are the only ones who know/suspect it.

Another point could be that DF and DH fighting styles are different so Trailblazer is confused as to why Dan Heng is suddenly so carefree in the middle of a battle not even bothering to bring out his spear and just using cloud hymm magic like it’s no big deal and putting on these extravagant attacks, meanwhile DF is in control and like internally sighing bc this is such a boring fight compared to when he and the high cloud quintet “insert insane achievement here”

Think of like Dan Heng’s hair growing out and Dan Feng REFUSING to let him cut it or like Dan Feng constantly walking around in Imbibitor Lunae form bc he can’t deal with the fact Dan Heng keeps his hair short. Or seeing Dan Heng’s short hair get like styled differently or his clothing style change bc Dan Feng refuses to let him keep dressing like a shut in.

March being simultaneously excited and confused seeing Dan Heng actually looking like a person who cares about his appearance rather than someone who just rolled out of bed and was unfortunately pretty

Even better better whenever one Dan is in control they can actively hear the other one in their heads and like DH now has to deal with Dan Feng judging every single thing he does. Like “are you sure you want to put such a noxious substance in our body” or “I feel as though my plan was superior but do as you please I suppose.”

Bonus points: Is that Blade’s mara stops flaring when DH is in control and only flares when DF is in control so DF is religiously telling DH to like get closer to Blade and like flirt with him bc when he tries to Blade goes into attack mode and won’t listen.

[corviiids]

based on how i approach plotting ive come to the conclusion that even if i were morally and logically okay with becoming kira i would get the death note and think "okay, im going to make sure i come up with the perfect plan so i can't get caught", spend several months on it, refuse to execute it because it's not foolproof yet, and simply never get around to it. if ethics and reason didn't stop me from becoming kira then sheer procrastination would do the trick

[szaryherbatnik]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63228154

Yes hello Coalecroux nation. I bring this gift. Hope someone enjoys this

[witchspeka]

It's always "Shou and Ritsu need to blow stuff up with their minds for mental health reasons" or Ritsu and Teru or even Shou and Teru!

But what about Mob? When does he get to blow stuff up with his mind for funsies? For shits and giggles? He didn't go through all of those meltdowns and character development for nothing, let him go ham on a junkyard car or something smh

I believe in Mob's narrative given right to fuck shit up sometimes

[thief-of-eggs]

Sneak peak of a Bakudeku snippet that’s been sitting in my drafts for almost a year now. Oops.

Featuring a mini character study of Bakugou as he falls in love with Izuku

His affection festered like a wound.

With no proper outlet in sight, his care sunk deep into his bones and settled into his marrow, weaving its way between the knittings of his flesh, carved between his ribs in one lingering ache.

He did not understand it. The leap in his pulse when the messy-haired nerd glanced his way, emerald eyes wide with wonder and reverence. Izuku looked at Bakugo like he hung the fucking stars in the sky. Like he breathed and gave orbit to the universe. Like he spoke and made the moon reflect the sun.

Bakugo never knew what to do with that much admiration, that much care being carelessly thrown his way. He did not know how to trust such free-given kindness. Such unbound affection.

So he took a knife to his beating heart and carved it into something callous. Hoping that by brushing elbows with Izuku and his too-bright face, he might whittle the nerd into something a little easier to swallow. A little easier to comprehend.

Loose ends belonged in their properly sorted boxes, and Izuku and his bleeding heart fit in none that Bakugo knew how to categorize.

Never mind his own response to Izuku’s infectious affection. It was all too much to wrap his short-tempered mind around. Bakugo was a train without a break, and Izuku was always bound to be collateral.

——

They started their first year at UA. Izuku was no longer something Bakugo could simply leave behind. Like it or not, he was stuck with him, the tapestry of his heart bound to be colored by Izuku’s shining thread.

——

Classes were intense. Expectations were high. He didn’t have time to sort out everything he felt. And so crammed into a box went his feelings. That’s where they belonged. That’s where they made sense. He buried them deep within the soil of his heart, stuffed within the crevices of his mind, forgotten as storm after storm blew his way in the form of a green-eyed wraith, winds howling at him to unpack what had long been buried, what had long since been dead.

Bakugo weathered the storms, shoving every resurfacing feeling back down into the ground where it all belonged. Calculated, expected, easy to swallow. He was good at enduring things. He had always excelled at pushing past his own limits. And in the grand scheme of things- in the midst of every future plan he had for himself- what was a little rain anyway?

But Bakugo failed to account for the fact that the rain brings upon the roses. What’s buried is only waiting for its optimal time to grow. And so, like a weed springing up from the dirt, Bakugo’s care for Izuku began to take over the gardens of his mind. Laced with thorny edges it spread throughout his every waking thought, until Bakugo was consumed with the invasive species of love.

Frightened, he stamped it out. Threw a rug over the lumpy shape of his affection, locked the door and threw the key into the ever-sinking pit in his chest. He set fire to his aching mind, and left the growing softness in his heart to rot.

And like most things left to wither and decay, things left to grow in the shade, left to fend for themselves in the dark- his affections began to wilt and sour.

Possessive became his affection. Rage replaced his care. Jealousy wrapped its wicked hands around his ribcage, dug its wanting fingers deep within his lungs, and sucked the kindness from him like a leech, leaving nothing but bitterness and longing in its wake.

For what Bakugo was longing, he never could quite puzzle out. To wrap his fingers around Izuku’s neck or tangle them in his hair? To press his lips upon his wrist or sink his teeth into his veins? To hold him close or throw him off the edge?

To become him, or to make him his?

Bakugo didn’t understand it. And he hated things he did not understand. And regardless- he had more important things to worry about anyway. The year was ticking onward. Time moved like a rush of sand from a shattered hourglass, spilling every which way before he could scoop it up and make order of it all. The league of villains attacked, and everything that had felt like training suddenly felt much bigger. Much realer.

So he pushed and pushed on the lid to his heart, which by now had become too full to fully close. Sometime over the course of their freshman year, the feelings that Bakugo had been so careful to deny the rights of sunlight and water to had doubled in size.

The roots had gone far too deep for Bakugo to simply yank out. Izuku was as tangled up in Bakugo’s sense of self as his own pride and honor were, to the point where he couldn’t work out just where he ended and the damned nerd began.

[lavndvrr]

Now should I finish my other barely started long fics or do I start another one in a different fandom-?

[captmuldoon]

a nedving playlist for when you can speak to each other without words and a single touch says it all.

[thedeadthree]

THE SUN ON YOUR FACE ON YOUR SHOULDERS ITS GOLDEN MOUTH WHISPERING (SO IT SEEMS) YOU! YOU! YOU! — 𝐂𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐀 𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑. 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟. (x)

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[rabidogbite]

Call Them Brothers by @wutheringmights / bordado y transfer sobre tela (2008) by Ana Teresa Barboza / הבל | hevel by @/nathanielorion / Serie: Detective Cha is Dead by dir. Kim Cheol-gyu / Serie: Tale of the Nine Tailed by dir. Nam Hyeong Jo & Kang Sin-hyo / Untitled by Liam Cushing / Angel of Grief, grave of Emelyn Story by William Wetmore Story / Serie: Arcane, Episode 7.- Pretend like it's the first time.

[cuteiemonster]

MY THIRD PIECE(s) FOR @mcytblraufest !! o7

LETS DO THIS ONE LAST TIME, these are for @allusiontomemes 's fic, [ DREAMS FROM WITHIN THE CAGE ] !! we got horrors beyond comprehension, we got multiple universes, we got accidentally destroying said universes, we got desert duo- come on down and see what else is up with these guys!!

thank you allusion and @riceofthepuffedvariety you made me go insane o7

[jonathanbyersphd]

Jonathan Byers the character u are

[ziezii]

give me the strength to finish another fic just before valentine's please 🙏🏻

[absolutelybifurious]

wip whenever

big fan of this title, takes the pressure off

anyway, here's this, from a fic i'm still working up the courage to post because, welllll... this fandom scares me. or maybe i'm just deeply insecure? or both? that feels true

There’s not much left of his sandwich, but Eddie finishes it off, and Buck eats a little more of his to keep up. “How, uh, how’d you get into dancing anyway?” Eddie swallows the last bite, then shrugs again. “I was modeling for a little while, and it just… it kept coming up, and people said there was a lot of money in it, so I just went for it.” Buck doesn’t have to ask. Eddie doesn’t like it. It’s clear in the way he won’t look at Buck, in the tense way he gets a hand around his coffee cup. “You’re good at it.” “Yeah,” Eddie agrees, kind of quiet, “but I should… I need to get going.” Damn it. Buck knew he was going to screw this up. He opens his mouth to protest, but that’s just going to make it worse. “Sure, yeah.” Buck stands and grabs the trash to throw out as they leave. And then they’re outside, and then he’s got seconds to do something about this, and Eddie’s standing in front of him looking kind of lost. “Listen,” Eddie starts, “I like you, really, I do, but I can’t do anything complicated right now. I’ve got a lot going on, and I appreciate this, and I appreciate what you did with Jonah, but I just… I really can’t, Buck.” “I get it,” Buck says automatically, but he doesn’t move, because there’s a current beneath Eddie’s skin – something crackling that he wants to touch, wants to see if it’ll burn him. “It makes sense. Let me, uh… let me walk you to your car?”

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