#reposted on ao3 and wattpad

[myfandomrealitea]

Wattpad's TOS are actually criminally hypocritical and ridiculous the more you read them. The website is literally just:

"Give us all your content for free to do with as we please and let us expose you to 493737573 website cookies and advertisements but also if you change the color of our logo we'll sue and if someone gets inaccurate medical advice from your fanfiction and sues we're also going to sue you for exposing us to risk."

Wattpad can mine your content but you can't mine Wattpad.

Wattpad can sue you for absolutely anything they perceive as "damaging" or "breach of terms" but the moment you make an account you release them of any and all claims, damages and responsibility.

If Anne Rice 2.0 does happen, Wattpad has so kindly declared that they reserve the right to be the sole defense, so they can throw you under the bus and then charge you for any and all fees incurred including legal and "related" costs. Oh, and you have to co-operate because, guess what? You agreed to!

In the instance you do wind up in a legal battle for your own content you're shit out of luck because Wattpad will have no part in it other than making sure its absolved of any responsibility and costs, and you're restricted to attending Court only in the Province of Ontario.

Like. How anyone still uses Wattpad is beyond me. Completely. It so obviously nothing more than a for-profit content theft facilitator. I feel like we've just moved so far beyond the need for Wattpad. Its so outdated even if you don't look at the TOS.

[poltergeist1111]

ᴍᴏɴᴏᴛᴏɴᴏᴜs ; 単調

PROLOGUE: 001

PROLOGUE: ✧˖*°࿐

‘Justtt in case you forget, gosh your so stupid.. Be grateful i did leave a voice message for you after you left the house. Buy eggs, flour, soy sauce .. the ones with the 10% discount, and 2 cups of instant ramen. Come back home sooner … or later’

You exited out of the sliding door, cool air escaping into the surroundings, like little energy particles finally reuniting with their former friends. If anything, you always preferred the cool wind during storms. The voice message ended with a huff and it cut, bringing the phone from your ear and into your pockets. You decide to relish in the moment.

walking in the streets, This time, you were sure that you didn't forget anything. The rain only got heavier.

        The rain did not stop for you, so why would it stop for the world?

You came face to face with a white cat. The pitter-patter of the rain did not stop, you stood in front of the feline.

just when Alice and the Cheshire Cat met, Hanging upon the tree in a languid smile and a leisurely smile upon its lips, a moment you have engraved inside your mind ever since you read the tale. The most noticeable thing that stuck out to you was how the Cheshire cat was depicted as. 

The feline stared at you, it wasn't supposed to be quiet, but you felt the entire world stop in this exact moment. Maybe you were meant to meet it, or perhaps not?

You stood with your umbrella hovering over you, dark, stygian skies overcast pouring the city streets with its cries. People were already gone from the scene the moment heavy rain cast upon the town.

You should have walked away, this interaction should have never happened. 

The forecast didn't predict this rain either. The familiar scent of petrichor had invaded your senses, the smell was particularly strong as it didn't rain for a couple of months.

This cat was not similar to the Cheshire cat, yet it has the same feeling as when he looks into your soul, that it knows the memories you hold, the unique and oddly enough frightening phenomenons that you experienced as an infant inside this world.

It was so weird, so incredibly weird. It did not make sense, ever since your 16 years of living here in this specific area of japan, your whole life had been turned upside down. This peculiar cat stared at you like your life was some sort of joke, a mockery by the gods to attempt a feeble joke. What has gone wrong here? 

You have witnessed multiple worldly phenomena ever since your childhood. But no one believed you, not even your own parents. They either brushed you off as crazy despite not knowing that their own lives had changed and took no notice of it, but yet only you did. Sometimes even you had your doubts, but even so you had seen with your own eyes.

First off, why did people have crazy hair colours? At some point of your life, you didn't expect on your bingo card that everyone in your school would have dyed their hair. Is this a sick joke?

EIther disgustingly neon colours that would hurt your eyes, pastels which you didn't have any problem with or bizarre hair colours with some sort of pattern which you didn't know was even possible. It was even more strange when you questioned how they were not caught for breaking the school rules and dying their hair, only to end up with a defensive chorus of “it's natural!”, 

But deep inside you, you thought; maybe simply, there was something wrong with you. that your memories are all messed up into some sort. simply you were too curious for your own good. and at other times your parents apprehended you for questioning something that was considered 'normal' to them.(yeah, right).

your curiosity was shut down at other times, you know of the times when you had your brutal honesty, which led to one thing and another and you couldn't communicate with anyone.

Secondly, What was the absolute point of hospitals when everyone healed so quickly, “normal” people could have a fever in one day and wake up fine the next! You can't count the times you have rushed to doctors when you had a normal fever that lasted for a week. Don't me start on people's clothes shredding and somehow not revealing their private parts. It was as if everything you read from a manga story came to real life.

Being called crazy left and right made you participate in multiple conspiracy theory groups on the internet, some were explainable, others were 8th graders worldbuilding about their 8th grade delusions. You had flashbacks to that one internet kid yapping about the ‘dark reunion/ get-together’.

And the rest were questionable people who were probably trying to track you on the dark web or something…

The most recent bizarre thing that was happening as of late was the multiple deja vu experiences you would get. Although they would only trigger if you walked past that weird school or the neighborhood around your house. But if anything, this is most likely the slowest year you have ever experienced.

Something unnerved you about this cat, yet you felt connected with it, like a red string bounding you to this cat. as if fate itself wanted to weave you into each-other's lives.

That thought both irked you and made you shudder. 

This cat probably just took the cake, what cat wears glasses? The funky collar which was not so practical for a cat. But it just didn't make sense, it was like you got thrown into a confusing game event where you had to unlock new characters in the main game. Unless this cat was the victim of some child’s cosplay fantasies. It was probably best to leave it alone…..

You had absolutely no desire to interact with the Universe’s chaos.

Despite your bubbling curiosity, It was very likely this cat belongs to some main character of the event. Even if society suddenly decided to dye their hairs and leave you out as a sick joke.

Animals were not affected by this change,

… So why did this cat have purple eyes?

Your stomach dropped, of course you went headfirst into a worldly disaster phenomenon, you weren't expecting one so early. Of course nothing interesting in your life happened after those events but you weren't prepared to be plunged headfirst without any warning.

All matters aside, was this cat even a cat? What if its some weirdly mutated project you just happened to come across and found out that the government has a science lab with all kinds of experimented monsters?

.....

‘Yare yare, how weird is this persons thoughts.’

‘Even so…’

‘Strange, i cant read their mind’

One thing you have not noticed was that you made the cat feel confused, perhaps even afraid. But…. Its not like he wants another Nendou in this life.

[espinosaurusrexex]

Hello! Someone reposted your work(s) over wattpat, their username is @smileybannana

Just wanted to let you know, have a nice day!

(Btw yours is in the ‘Avengers tumblr fluff’ book)

Thank you so much for telling me!

I checked the account and it is not showing up anywhere so I guess the reports have worked.

I know this person probably just enjoyed these fics and wanted to share them but posting content that is not your own without the owner knowing is not OK.

There is a reason why some works are not on some platforms and it is in the hand of the creator to decide which way they want to share their hard worked-on content.

So, please. Even if you want to “help”, just enjoy the work as it is and where it is. Comment, like, reblog or (if you may) share the link to the original but do not just copy paste the actual thing into your own accounts. If the owner wants help spreading their talent they’ll let you know. I, for one, explicitly write not to share on any other site than the ones I post on. People have reasons and those should be respected.

Here are some examples:

Posting things that are not your own may lead to confusion about authorship. Even if you do credit the original creator, the recognition for them can be deminished - we don’t want that.

Copying and pasting things into another platform may alter the original. This could (in the worst case) lead to a misinterpretation of the original author’s intent. Altering someone’s creative vision is not what anyone involved in the process wants - don’t do it.

Reposting without consent is simply violating property and copywriting law. Creators earn their right to control what they put out as much as they are responsible for how it gets out and who gets to see it. Don’t take that control away from them. Having your own shit ripped away from you is not nice - just stop it.

And lastly, coming from a place of constant evolvement and self improvement, creators want to be able to see the feedback their work gets. If it is puplished on an account that they do not have access to, it strips away the opportunity to interact with recipients and possibly grow with their responses. You’re keeping kindness and improvement away from the creator you adore and interfere with their way of making more and better content that you could enjoy - please don’t.

I hope this opened some eyes or helped in any way. Please respect creators and keep to their guidelines on how to share their work. Copyright is important, so please spread awareness.

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[voltstone]

they adopt a cat named floof (Wenclair One-Shot)

wednesday, for her girlfriend, gets a cat. she finds a way to bypass the “no pet” policy in order to do so. :)

(inspired by this post)

[1,268 Words] | [Last Edit: 11/12/2022] (Full One-Shot Post)

Note: This one-shot has been reposted from my old account onto this one. If it looks familiar, that's why.

Hope you enjoy! :)

Enid has figured, months ago, that she might as well be dating an Eldritch horror.

At first, she thought that Wednesday is just an angsty little goth. Come to find, her aesthetic and snapped wit are the most outwardly charming things about her. Because, as much as Enid loves her, Wednesday is really, really fucked in the head. 

Fucked head or not, though, Wednesday has a heart. She does. Sure, it may be in her foot for all Enid knows, but watching how she plays along with Eugene’s bee-scapades, and how cordial she and Bianca have gotten, she knows there’s a heart of gold in Wednesday. (That or she’s color-blind and it’s not gold but rather, in fact, dirt.)

Not that it matters. After too long of a day, Enid is ready to collapse onto Wednesday’s bed and badger her until she stops her “hour of novel writing” in exchange for, uh, osculation. 

Some days the struggle is short-lived. Wednesday gets needy too. But other days, the “hour of novel writing” is extended to several, and a long, long pout-full sleep on her bed. Hopefully today is the former. Given the labs, and the lectures, and the other labs, Enid really just needs to scratch an itch. And by that, it’s really Wednesday scratching it, and then Enid taking a nap afterwards. With Wednesday. (They cuddle.)

The door is nudged open. A hinge creaks, and a floorboard groans. Her eyes find Wednesday immediately. By the window. Waiting for her. Mildly surprised, but, ultimately, glad. Enid smiles widely. “Wednesday! Your novel's…”

“Done for the day. I did it this morning.” She straightens as Enid closes the door. "Enid,“ Wednesday prompts, and though she catches a quirk down her lips, Enid can’t help but feel…cautious. A Wednesday with her hands behind her back is a Wednesday with too big of a trick up her sleeve. "I have a surprise for you." See?!

Wait.

Cautious or not, a wide smile flourishes. "A…surprise?”

“Yes.” A blink. (Surprisingly. Heh.) “You said that you wanted a pet to keep us and Thing in better company.”

If Enid could jump Wednesday’s cold, frigid bones, she would. But, alas, as much as she loves Thing, Enid isn’t sure if she’d appreciate two running around—as a hand, and then a paw. So she stands herself squarely and musters a curious face. “Yeah, I-I did… So…?" A grin is pressed. Oh fuck, she can’t bear holding herself together any longer. Her hands are clasped. The grin cracks glee. "What is the little one…?! A gerbil? A ferret? A—” Enid practically melts off the face of the earth. “A kitten?!”

Wednesday maintains her composure, but that quirk down her lips worms. “Not quite. Close your eyes.”

She does as told, and she hears Wednesday shift with the surprise in her arms. Her grin is wide with her tongue snagged between teeth.

“Enid. I got us a cat.”

There’s a hop, and a skip, and yip! before she has the chance to open her eyes. "O-M-G! Can we name it Floof—?!“ When Enid does open her eyes, she… U-Um. Well, um. She sees orange. And the cat is…staring at her. Except it’s disconcerting and not at all like Wednesday; rather than stare deep into her soul to lobotomize it, the cat is, like, staring…through…it?

Wednesday tilts her head. Another blink. "What?”

The—

The cat isn’t fucking moving. It just…isn’t. It's—

Oh my fuck, what the God did you do, Wednesday?! 

Enid stands in place, feet anchored to the ground, as she stares at the… The— M-Muppet. Dead muppet. There’s a swallow, and then, a squeaked, "…w-why does it look like that?“

Wednesday lobotomizes Enid’s soul (affectionately). "Like what? The child we shall raise? Together?” …that shouldn’t have flipped Enid’s heart over. It’s practically roasting on a skillet now.

Enid lurches a quite tentative step forward. She meets…Floof by its vacant stare. "Did you put googly-eyes on it?“

"Well it is taxidermy,” Wednesday confirms, bluntly. She gazes down at the cat’s face, and the black dots follow. “I felt you would have appreciated her eyes.”

“Instead of what?”

Wednesday stares back at her. “The eyes I found bludgeoned from her head.”

Where did she get this cat?! Enid follows Wednesday to her desk. …Floof is gently set down beside the typewriter, and as Wednesday fixes a bent whisker in place, Enid hears Thing scatter across the room and back under one of the beds. 

Judging from the multitude of blemishes across…her body, it’s clear that Floof spent all nine lives at once. Poor thing. Yet, she looks as alive as Enid supposed she was not months ago—googly-eyes discounted. She imagines Wednesday’s lithe fingers spindling to sew the worst of death, hide it away, and it’s a mellow thought, if morbid. Her coat looks soft, and her body, strong. Put back together, at least. "That's— That’s such a pretty pattern on Fl-Floof’s back,“ Enid comments.

"Goodyear, for a truck—winter coverage.”

…a-ah. Okay.

Wednesday lingers in place, with her eyes avoidant, and hands tied together. It takes a moment before she begins to ramble—a rarity, with Wednesday, and Enid feels her own heart pool to her foot: “You said you wanted a cat, but I told you—again—that we can’t because of the academy’s policy, but you looked like you wanted to kill yourself when I said that—”

“…Wednesday, I’m not…s-suicidal.”

“—so I went out searching for one, on the roads, and I found this one. She looks like a lot of your sweaters, which is disgusting, so I figured it’d work out. We wouldn’t have to pay for any of the necessities she needed alive, though I’m sure enough nail-paint and -remover will do the equivalent.”

Enid grimaces, though her eyes land on Floof’s white paws, and they snag each toe. “She does have nice nails.”

“I filed them.”

A hum down her mouth, because Enid can smell the anxiety off her neck—even from around the desk, despite whether or not Wednesday herself realizes it. But it's…funny, really. There’s a sort of beauty about it, how mental gymnasticshas become the sound way to understand Wednesday’s language:

Want a pet? Can’t have one because of rules. So, here’s a dead one. With pretty nails you can paint, and a head big enough for a bow.

Enid watches her quietly. Wednesday plays with her hands, spindles them together. Her lips are thin. She’s nervous. Her eyes are cast down. She anticipates.

“How long did this take…?”

Wednesday, slowly, murmurs, “Two weeks. I had to…help with the odor. You would’ve vomited or kissed the floor otherwise.” A pause, then, “…and broken your…pretty nose. Again.”

“That did hurt, yeah…” Enid breathes. (It’s still sore. She swears she’ll set Wednesday’s side of the room on fire, someday.) She rounds the desk’s corner, and Wednesday is swiftly tucked in her arms. There’s that initial frigid moment before Wednesday unwinds, and her body remembers that, yes, it’s Enid, and Enid has the permission. She nudges her pretty nose along Wednesday’s neck. “Thank-you…” is murmured.

“We’re going to reconsider the name." You’re welcome.

"No we’re not." No we’re not. 

Together, they eye Floof, and Floof…is staring at both the door and window simultaneously. With— 

Aww, her tongue is almost sticking out. What a cute touch, Wednesday… 

"You’re needy.”

“It’s almost a full moon…?”

Wednesday twists her head, and Enid seeks for treasure.

They osculate. And her lips feel like death, but they’re the most liveliest thing, all at once.

Hope you enjoyed! :)

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[hexesandroses]

Six years. Six whole years I've been haunted by the detective x serial killer Nikolai fic that I never wrote. When will I be free

[theultimatesandwich]

Shoutout to me for going back and finishing my updates to my very first fic and finally posting it on AO3

[sapphireshineauthor]

A Personal Breakdown and Comparison of the Big Three of Fanfiction: Archive of Our Own, FanFiction.Net, and Wattpad

Considering the whole chaos with AO3 that happened recently, I wanted to write about this again since it's been on my to-do list. Disclaimer, I am trying to be objective, but some factors may still appear as personal opinions on the matter, so keep that in mind. This is a long one, so be prepared for an extensive read, I still tried to be concise but thorough. Experts on these sites, feel free to step in and offer your expertise as well on here. Also do correct me on any potential mistakes, this was a long one...

Archive of Our Own:

Pros:

Easy User Interface

Tagging system/fic filter system

Various options for site customization

Search by tag system, addition of major warning tags

Html support, picture and audio integration options

Copy and paste function

Zero advertisement

Engaging comment sections

Friendly UI, writer and reader friendly.

Has function to download fics for offline reading (formats: AWZ3, MOBI, PDF, EPUB, HTML)

Cons:

Tags can get cluttered

Search Bar doesn't work as well as search by tag filter

Rusty crossover format

Rusty character/relationship involvement sorting

Cannot upload documents

No personal DM function.

Can take awhile sorting through tags depending...

Archive of Our Own (AO3) has been my personal favorite of these websites. I've been using it for several years and despite dabbling in various other sites, this one is still my preference.

To start off strong, the pros for AO3 (obvious or not) is the interface. I personally find it extremely easy to use and all the options given are extremely nice for writers and readers alike. For writers, you can give yourself pseuds to help categorize your own fics, sort by the fandoms you write, add tags, allow co-writers, moderate and respond to comments, mass edit stories, and so on. While the site doesn't seem to have an option to upload a document, it does have options to include pictures, audio, and various other media, including links to other stories or videos. It also allows authors to directly respond to comments on their fics and allow for more discussion and engagement in the story (or fandom) between authors and readers (don't be afraid to leave comments!)

In terms of being a reader (and writer) one of my favorite functions by far is the bookmark, history, and subscribe functions. They are what they say, bookmarks can be a public or private tab that are various favorite fics you wanted to save for later or keep note of and not want to search for it again. History is a list of all the fics you've clicked on and it's private solely to you, no one can see your fic history, so if you don't want to bookmark, but remembered something you read, you can look for it in your history. Subscriptions are also a favorite if you don't want too many tabs, you subscribe to a story and you'll get an email every time that fic is updated with a new chapter. Additionally, fics can be downloaded for offline reading (most popular format it seems are epub and pdf).

Now then, onto the main event, tags. If there's one thing AO3 is known for, it's tags. All sorts of them.

The pros of the tags: easy filtering, searching, and organizing.

The best part about AO3 tags is how easy to filter fics are.

It's part of a writer's duty to tag what they have in their stories (and at least tag what we think is relevant if we have trouble thinking of specifics) and most uphold this duty, even at the most basic forms of relevant characters or themes or warnings.

AO3 has an extremely well made filter system (in my opinion), and I've been making good use of it in recent days. If you want stories with a specific character or genre, or theme, use the "Include" function and type in those relevant tags.

If you want to exclude fics specifically, you can "Exclude" the relevant tags and the system should exclude all works with those tags, ratings, or themes, in them from your search. If there is an issue with it, my only gripe is that there aren't any "filter preferences/presets" for the site. By that I mean if you click on a new character tag, you need to re add all of your filters to get your specific stories again unless you're well adept at using the back button (which honestly most people are adept at) and re-organizing your filters there, but it's an extremely minor issue that doesn't really affect the experience.

Now then, the cons of the site. There aren't many, but there are a few. Which again, involves the tags. AO3's extensive list of relevant tags for various fandoms is a blessing as it is a curse. One such factor is the idea of crossovers. Crossovers may be easy for other series, but for series that have various media forms for the same fandom, they end up having different fandom tags.

For example, my fic "Scarlet Eyes in the Academy" had a total of 5 fandom tags, even though it's only a crossover between two series. This is because both have different media that have their own tags, My Next Life as a Villainess (Anime)/(Light Novel)/(Manga), and Moriarty the Patriot (Anime)/(Manga)

The reason why a lot of authors tag all various media forms for a series is simply so the most people can see it, regardless of which medium tag they defaulted to. Especially if the mediums don't have many differences to the series.

I can understand why some series need separate tags to differentiate the medium, but in the long run (especially if the medium doesn't have many unique changes to the canon), it's various tags for the same series and since linking more than one fandom tags will equate to a crossover, trying to find an actual crossover fic is a challenge (some fandoms don't really apply since they don't have multiple tags, such as Genshin Impact and Red vs Blue).

On another point, which is mainly the character tags. This is a common issue I see from time to time, but like the crossover aspect, is a small issue compared to the pros of the site. The thing with the character tags (or relationship tags) is that writers can add them, even if the story is not focusing on them. They appear in the story, but how much focus is on that character/relationship is in the eyes of the beholder (at the whim of a writer). It's not a major issue, but one that I see from time to time when comparing/analyzing fic sites.

But if there's a plus to the character tags, it helps filter through the fandom medium tags. As it will link all the fics that have the character regardless of fandom tags.

Other Notes: unlike other sites, AO3 doesn't have direct DMs and is unable to do document uploads, but even without those two things, it's a wonderful site for fanfiction. It also allows fic downloading for offline reading (just don't do any fic reposting without author's consent, that's just rude).

In conclusion: AO3 has a lot of benefits and has a relatively friendly UI for writers and readers alike. The tag system overall is extremely well done to help narrow down your fic search. I consider it to be the best of the three. The only downside is that it's not the best when looking for crossovers and fics for specific characters, themes, or pairings can get lost among the tags. There are also many guides available on this site in regards to the many functions of AO3.

Fanfiction.net :

This one, I think, sparks a certain level of nostalgia in many of us (especially those a bit younger in age). It was one of the first fanfiction sites to be made "mainstream" (i.e. the most prevalent option when fanfiction is searched for). But it has seen better days…

Pros:

Private DMs

Document uploads

Major character tags

Main genre tags

Easy crossover functionality

Good app, easy UI.

Cons:

Annoying/Invasive ad placement

No option for warning tags

Cannot interact openly with comments

No easy pic support (if any, for inside the fic itself)

Fics can be easily reported even for small reasons

The copy and paste function is extremely broken.

Okay, once again, starting strong with the pros. Ff.net has been a site that is prevalent for older fandoms. It has a nice filter system to go by genre, characters, and ratings and the UI is quite easy to use (the more nuanced filter system also makes it easier for searching compared to AO3's more… fic tag cocktail mixing experience). The site allows for uploading word documents to upload fics (which is a double edge sword as their copy and paste function is extremely wonky and broken last I checked). It also allows for checking traffic on a fic, which I find is a very fun statistic to look at every now and then.

It also allows for private DMs within the site itself so if authors want to talk, there's no need to rely on an external DM site/application (Discord, Tumblr, Reddit, etc).

The biggest pro for FF.net is it's crossover archive (specifically when you go into a ff.net fandom archive and click on crossovers). It sorts out all the crossover fandoms by fic count and it is easy to look for a specific fandom crossover if it exists.

I think that roughly covers all the pros, now, the cons. The main issue I have with FF.net is… the ad placements.

If I could include the horrified duh duh duuuuh! Sound effect I would.

On mobile it's even worse, anyone recall the days when the ads were those odd little boxes next to the review box at the bottom of the chapter? I miss those days.

However, while the ads have been an issue, I think the biggest issue is with how content is moderated on the site and reporting works. I personally haven't had bad experiences with the site, but I've seen other authors apparently get their fics taken off the site due to reports (despite the fact the works themselves not having anything wrong). The famous RWBY reacts to RvB fic (React Watch Believe Yikes) was taken down because of copyright reasons despite the fact they clearly stated that they got permission to use the RvB transcripts in the fic (that fic is now on AO3). I haven't heard much beyond that, so do fill in what I missed if this issue had gotten worse or better over the years.

The other con for FF.net is interaction, while the site allows for private DMs, it doesn't allow public interaction with comments. Authors can still reply, but it's then taken into a private DM chain specifically between the author and the specific commenter. Perhaps it's a minor issue, but it's one that should be brought up.

And also, last I checked, the DMs are supposed to send you an email notification everytime someone DMs you, but it's been wonky for awhile and straight up broken at points.

And lastly, while the more succinct filter system is fine, it does so at the consequence of not letting additional tags be shown. So ratings and genre can be filtered, but nothing more. It doesn't help that the summary boxes are short either, so authors either have to make shorter summaries to put important warnings, or omit the warnings so the full summary can be in place. I also believe this lack of tagging is another reason why reporting fics seems to be an issue there.

In conclusion, FF.net is a fine site, it's easy to use, perfect for crossovers, allows DMs and has fun statistics. However, you should probably keep anything "explicit" pretty mild, or proceed with caution. I learned the terms lemons and limes from somewhere after all.

Wattpad:

Cracks knuckles, okay, this one. I used this one the least, but I do have some thoughts on it (Wattpad experts, feel free to add onto this if you'd like).

Pros:

Can comment on specific paragraphs

Easy picture integration

Decent chapter/book format

Decent story saving/favorite book

Okay UI

Cons:

Bad tag filters

Hard search function

Ads can be a bit annoying.

As you can see, I have an issue when it comes to filtering. Both Ao3 and FF.net have good filtering/tagging systems. While Wattpad does have a filter/tag system, I think it leaves a lot to be desired.

Okay, once again, starting with the pros. I think my favorite feature when it comes to Wattpad is the option to comment on specific paragraphs rather than just the whole chapter/story. I dunno, I find it fun as a reader (and as a writer) to see if people had specific thoughts on specific passages.

Secondly, the writer UI is decent and quite friendly once you get the hang of it. You can start a "book" and update it as you see fit. Although the way to add/update/edit an ongoing book is a bit more cumbersome than AO3 or FF.net…

Lastly, the picture integration for Wattpad is pretty nice, allowing easy insertion of images directly into the passage or on a "chapter banner" at the beginning of the chapter.

That's pretty much it for the major pros, and onto the cons. Which is surprisingly not many (as least that I've experienced), but those few in number make up for a lot in experience.

So, the cons, which is once again, the tagging. It always rolls back to that aspect/function. The tagging for Wattpad is honestly quite messy. Not only can several tags for the same thing exist, but they exist because the tags themselves (like in Tumblr) become different tags depending on how they're formatted (ex. "xreader", "x reader", "characterxreader", are three separate tags), so filtering out tags can be quite an issue. Not to mention more work on the author's part to add literally every iteration of a tag/phrase/pairing to make sure it appears where it's supposed to appear.

The other issue from what I can see rn actually is that a guest user (someone not logged into an account) cannot do manual searches on the site, at least on mobile. You can only search externally on the web, which is technically a minor issue, but an issue nonetheless.

Additionally, readers can't see all the relevant tags when browsing through stories until they click on it and see the summary. Again, a minor issue, but an issue all the same that should be brought up.

Also, from what I heard, there's supposedly paywalls on the site now. Looking into it, Wattpad does seem to have a paid subscription service. One feature of that service is "paid stories". I assume this only attributes to original works (since fanfiction will be in hot water otherwise). Additionally, the paid subscription gives access to offline downloading and site customization (for which AO3 has for free), it also says it offers options for "early access to subscribers" which I assume again is for original stories and functions like a creator's Patreon account. The subscription also allows for ad free viewing of stories.

In conclusion, Wattpad isn't nearly as chaotic as I last remember, but it still seems leagues behind the tagging and UI of AO3 and FF.net. The writer's UI for posting stories is fine and the picture integration in combination with paragraph comments is a fun feature. The fact it's asking for subscriptions for functions that the other two provide also knocks it down a peg. It's a fine site, but definitely not the most ideal for fanfiction. Especially as it seems to shift more to original stories than fanfiction. Finally, unlike AO3 and FF.net, Wattpad doesn't really have anything exclusive to its site that puts it above the rest (unless you count the comment on specific paragraphs bit).  

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In conclusion: Everyone has their favorite sites for fanfiction. All of them have their pros and cons and for which one is "the best" it boils down to what you're looking for in your fanfiction stories.

Archive of Our Own: Seems to be the mainstay for newer fandoms, perfect for creating your own fic viewing experiences and filtering, allows for website customization skins, more interaction between author and readers, allows fic downloads for offline reading.  

Fanfiction.Net: The home to older fandoms, good for a more casual browse, allows private DMs, perfect for looking for crossovers, just beware of the ads.

Wattpad: An okay site, interface takes a bit getting used to, but filtering is not as good as the others, ads are present but not as much as FF.net, requires subscription to remove ads and allow customization. It also seems more curated to original works than fanfics.

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And that concludes my analysis of what I consider "The Big Three" of the fanfiction world. Shall I do other sites as well? Did this help in regards to looking at sites? Experts in any of the three mentioned, do add your own notes to correct or add to any of the points I made. I primarily use AO3 so I may have missed some things for the other two.

Either way, I hope you enjoyed this surprisingly long essay. Hope you enjoyed ;)

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DO THE THING READ THE HFJONE AU FIC YAYAYAYAYAYYA/NF

ITS AIRY HFJONE BUT HES THE GREEN SOUL FRLM JNDERTALE

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[pureangels22]

🤍Terms of Service🤍

**Please note that if any of these rules are broken or ignored, I will not accept your request.

Be specific when making your request.

Please try to not be vague when giving your request. Try to give as much detail as you can when filling out the outline on the request page. (example: details about the plot, a small summary, how many characters you want, etc.)

However, I do understand that sometimes we may have an idea but don't have many details for it, if that's the case then I do not mind chatting with you privately.

Genres I mainly write about are:

Fluff

Romance

Angst (mainly with happy endings)

Hurt/Comfort

Drama

Fantasy

Adventure

Action

AUs

I am open to writing about some Omegaverse scenarios but mainly fluff related. Do not request for any smut or mpreg.

Do not ask for real life people.

example: Markiplier x Jacksepticeye

Do not ask for major kinks or fetishes

example: BDSM

I am open to writing smut, but if you request it, you must:

Be at least 18 years old

Be open to privately message me.

Anyone found as a minor will be muted.

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example: brother x brother; sister x brother; sister x sister; etc..

If you request a ship like KaiShin, please note I will write the characters as unrelated in my story.

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[dancinginthesliverglow]

I still firmly maintain the stance that reposting an author's fic (or artwork) is horrible and deserves to have your 'owning an account' privileges revoked.

It's the same principal as reposting art - the reposter gets to see all the attention, praise etc. that the stolen fic gets while the author stays in the shadows, unaware that their fic is being appreciated. Its even worse if its an small/unpopular author that doesn't get much attention.

However, a recent incident and conversation has me thinking that maybe there are other motivations? Like some fanfic platforms aren't allowed in some countries. Ao3, fnet and tumblr certainly aren't allowed in every country around the globe. So some may see reposting the fic as doing a service for those people? Which - while reposting without permission is still wrong even in this case, it does go a long way to explain why.

Also, a similar argument can be made for fanfics on ao3 that are marked as only visible to ao3 users. I've seen people struggle to get codes, or be unable to read my fics (there was one comment on a rec list and I believe it referred to one of my fics) because they don't have an ao3 account. And it's those struggles that sometimes lead to re-posting fics.

Anywho long story short, I had originally put all of my fics as 'only visible to ao3 users' because of personal reasons causing anxiety and the fact that I didn't want AI reading and copying my stories. Now, the desire for my fics to not be reposted without my awareness on different sites is stronger. So all my fics are now all visible to everyone to read on ao3, and I will be considering uploading them to wattpad and fnet.

No idea if anyone's gonna read this whole thing but I wanted to get it out there. It's 4am, I've been up 20ish hours now, I needed to type this out to see if it made sense lol.

[hot-hellboy]

Precious - A Percico Fanfic

Summary:

Growing up as an omega in a different century was really different for Nico. So when he and Percy are engaging in sex for the first time, he learns what it truly means to be valued and loved for who he is.

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3rd Person POV:

  Nico had been raised on the idea that omegas sole purpose was to serve and pleasure alphas. At least, that’s what sex education for omegas was like in the ‘30s.   See, Nico was taught that in order to be worth anything in society, it was his job as an omega to settle down with an alpha and to make sure all of said alpha’s needs were met-sexual or not.

  But then he met Percy.

  Nico’s first encounter with Percy was only a few years ago and he remembered absolutely being starstruck and infatuated with the alpha. He still was of course, and probably even more so now that they were dating, but all Nico’s instincts wanted him to do at the time were to serve and be there for Percy’s every need.   He was an omega after all, that was what his life was supposed to be like, right?

  But when he started dating Percy, Nico was super anxious around him. More than usual. Percy mainly brushed it off as first relationship nerves, since, well, he was Nico’s first boyfriend.   But unlike a lot of alphas, Percy made sure to try and make Nico as comfortable as possible. He wanted to be Nico’s first everything, really. His first kiss, his first time, and his first real boyfriend. Percy wanted to make a good impression, and hopefully the only impression in Nico’s life.  So when Nico had just been knotted by his new alpha for the first and only time in his entire existence, Nico knew it was a night he’d never forget.    Their first time together was unlike Nico would have ever expected. For one thing, Percy got him off, too. Which, in sex ed, Nico was told that omega orgasms didn’t really matter and if they occurred, it was pointless. He was there for his alpha’s pleasure and his alpha’s pleasure only. His sexual enjoyment didn’t count.   But Percy didn’t just make him cum once. No, he made Nico climax at least three times. The first was when he had two fingers inside the omega’s virgin hole and was rubbing his prostate mercilessly.

  “Oh my gods, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I swear.”

  Yeah. That’s right. Nico actually apologized after he came hard onto his stomach. Percy looked momentarily confused but only shrugged with a coolness Nico didn’t know how he managed to pull off.

  “No worries, we can always clean up later.”

  Of course Percy would assume Nico was talking about the mess he made on himself. He was raised in the twenty-first century after all, and sex ed was a hell of a lot different now than it was then. Percy simply thought it was normal and very much a good thing to have both people enjoying sex and therefore having both (or more) parties orgasming at some point. But Nico? Nico on the other hand was close to tears. Why wasn’t Percy angry with him?

  The second time Nico climaxed was when Percy first began entering him. It was just the tip of the alpha’s cock that was in his slick drenched hole, but Nico was so receptive and sensitive that he was cumming right off the bat.    He felt ashamed that he had broken pretty much the only rule for omegas during sex not once, but twice. After being fed a bunch of lies about alphas and how demanding and harsh they were, Nico half expected Percy to hurt him somehow or punish him in some way.    Instead, he brushed Nico’s tears away (he was definitely crying now) and kissed his nose, telling him he was such a good boy for cumming under his touch again.

  “I…I’m a good boy?”

  Nico asked, utterly baffled.

  “Of course you are. Gods, you’re adorable, too. Do you mind if I keep going? If not, we can stop. I understand if you’re too sensitive, Nico.”

  Nico thought he could handle the compliments and the praise, but he only broke down more inside and felt all warm and fluttery. He hated it, but also loved it at the same time.   Then it was the consent thing. Percy was genuinely asking him to keep sliding his big alpha cock inside of him, and how could Nico say no? Not that he ever was considering backing out of this now, but the fact Percy was understanding of his sensitivity meant the world to him.

  “Keep going…Alpha.”

  Nico said shyly, bringing Percy closer to him and tightening his legs around his waist.

  The third time was right after Percy had knotted him and was stroking his pink little cocklet and whispering how good and perfect he was directly in Nico’s ear. He remembered cumming with a shriek as his nails scratched at Percy’s back and his hands fisting the sheets.    After his third orgasm, Nico seemed to get the memo that Percy wasn’t going to be pissed at him for enjoying his own pleasure. At least, that’s what Nico hoped.

  Nico remembered that alpha’s knots take a while to go down, so he and Percy were stuck in place for the time being. He didn’t mind, in fact, he really liked being so close to his alpha, especially when he was all wrapped up in his arms and protected from the world.   As nice as he felt, Nico still had a nagging feeling in his gut that Percy was upset with him . He must’ve been frowning because Percy asked him what was wrong.

  “Nico, are you okay? I know we can’t really move right now, but I can try to get you something if you need it-“

  “I’m fine. Really, I am.”

  Nico cut him off and tried for a reassuring smile, but Percy saw through it easily. He sighed, and followed it up with;

  “It’s just…I feel like I didn’t make you feel good enough. Like I wasn’t being a good omega for you.”

  Concern flashed across Percy’s face and he immediately started soothingly running his fingers through Nico’s soft hair while smoothing his thumb over his beautiful defined cheekbone.

  “Don’t say that, sweetheart. You are good enough. You made me feel amazing, and you’re a perfect omega. Don’t forget that.”

  Nico blushed furiously at being called “sweetheart” but his face darkened even more so from Percy telling him he felt amazing and how he was perfect. The problem was Nico felt like he didn’t deserve it.

  “R-Really?”

  He stammered.

  “Really. But there were a couple times you were pretty hesitant back there, baby. I was worried I wasn’t making you feel good or that you didn’t want this, or-look. Please be honest with me and tell me if you didn’t like something I did or whatever the case may be.”    Percy brow was furrowed in deep worry as he gazed down at Nico, his mesmerizing eyes clearly searching for answers. Nico would happily give his alpha answers.

  “I did want it, Percy. Gods, you have no idea how much I wanted it, and you did nothing wrong, by the way. But you know when I grew up. You know the time period I lived in, and things…Things were a lot different back then. I’m sorry I was crying for a moment, but I just didn’t know how to handle being with an alpha as understanding and sweet as you.”

  Nico confessed, and he felt like he was on the verge of tears all over again. Realization crept over Percy’s expression when he put the pieces together.

  “What the hell did they teach you, baby?”

  Percy questioned, trying to keep his voice as gentle and soft as possible. He really, really didn’t want to scare Nico off. Not now, not when he was about to get the answers he needed to understand his omega better.   The words were stuck in Nico’s throat, but he began to respond anyway.

  “Well, for starters, they separated the omega kids and alpha kids so that we didn’t learn about each other’s…Parts and stuff. But then when all the omegas were in a room together, they told us about our general sexual anatomy before putting a heavy importance on abstinence.”

  Nico started.

  “And then? What else did they tell you?”

  Percy asked before reaching down and taking one of Nico’s delicate hands to hold as he laced their fingers together with his palm resting on top of Nico’s hand while the back of his hand rested on the bed. The small gesture made Nico feel better a little more warm again.

  “Then the teacher told us about heat cycles and how they were a sign of an omega’s impurity and therefore we were indebted to serve alphas for the rest of our lives to make up for that impurity.”

  Percy was in shock. Like, in actual shock. He should’ve been expecting that or something similar, but it didn’t stop the surprise from coming over him. The implications that omegas were inherently wrong, bad, or straight up sexually impure made his blood boil.

  “That’s bullshit. You’re not impure, Nico. You’re the farthest thing from it, and you don’t have to make up for anything. You don’t have to serve me, we’re equals here. You shouldn’t feel tied to somebody just because they’re an alpha, that’s ridiculous.”

  Percy said incredulously, but Nico only gave him a soft, sad smile.

  “I know that now. Thanks to you, but I want to be tied to you, Percy. I want to be good for you, I want to be the good little omega who makes you feel important because you are.”

  Percy stared at him.

  “You’re important, too! And you deserve freedom, being tied to me isn’t right. And as much as I want you to be mine, there’s a different way to do it aside from what you’ve been conditioned into believing.”

  He protested, though he hoped Nico would know his anger wasn’t directed at him, but instead the people who taught him all of this.

  “Maybe I should rephrase that,”

  Nico said quietly while tracing little shapes and words like “beautiful” and “love u” and hearts on Percy’s chest.

  “I guess what I meant to say is that I want to be there for you, Percy. Maybe times have changed, but I still want to give you the best and only the best. Because you deserve it, you always do.”

  Percy noticed that the word “give” was brought up a lot when Nico talked. He wanted to be the one to give Nico what he wanted too, but communicating that would be tricky, but Percy didn’t mind re-teaching him into a much more healthier mindset.   He realized that his knot had receded and he carefully pulled out of Nico’s velvet heat, making the omega whine and try to pull him closer.

  “You already give me the best. I can promise you all the honesty in the world when I say that, so how about we move forward and work on being good for each other equally? It takes two to tango, you know.”

  Percy said, chuckling softly as he ruffled Nico’s hair and pulled him closer. The movement resulting in the tip of his cock rubbing against Nico’s used hole. The boy gasped quietly and held on tightly to Percy’s bicep.

  “Still sensitive, sweetheart?”

  Nico hid his face in the crook of Percy’s neck and nodded, his face reddening with embarrassment.

  “E-Equally?”

  He stuttered. Everything Percy was saying was so… Backwards. Alphas and omegas didn’t work on things “equally.” Whatever alphas said was pretty much law, and omegas were meant to obey. Betas reinforced what the alphas said and that was how things were supposed to go, but apparently Percy thought differently. Nico wasn’t sure if he could get used to it.

  “Of course, we’re partners. I’m not your boss unless you’re into that, but in any other case, we work on things together as a team.”

  Percy said while rubbing his hands up and down his back.

  “As a team.”

  Nico echoed.

  “That’s right baby, as a team. Gods, you’re so precious.”

  Percy kissed Nico’s cheek which had the omega purring loudly after that.

The

  End.

[voltstone]

stagger (Wenclair One-Shot)

Enid is her one exception, so Wednesday tries. Again, and again, and again. She gets it right, asking Enid to…not a date. Eventually.

[3,276] | [Last Edit: 12/10/2022] (Full One-Shot Post)

Note: This one-shot has been reposted from my old account onto this one. If it looks familiar, that's why. (The issues with that account are why you can't see the "blocked" comments on posts, like the one I initially responded to; I was shadow-banned for...no reason? Some reason? Oh well.)

Hope you enjoy! :)

It has been decided:

Wednesday Addams would court Enid Sinclair.

On a Wednesday, no less.

Because nobody deserved Enid, and Enid was loyal to heart so, logically, if Wednesday courted her, no other would have the chance. There would not be another Ajax. No more forgotten dates, nor absent mental function. Nor, potentially, any acts of sabotage. Wednesday still kept the rope and pulleys in her desk for just in case. Regardless, this had been decided, and all there needed to be done was the courtship itself—something that was more of a work in progress than Wednesday liked to admit.

She now stood at the courtyard’s rim, watching a grotesque sea of midnight violets and stripes. Amongst them, however, was life, was spirit. Wednesday's luna dorada…

Enid was crafted by her blue moon eyes—more than her haunting blonde, splashed by berry shades—, for they were piercing, and they carried more than the Wednesday’s dead-weighted stare. They had a way of striking every insult to dust, and a way of worming beneath her gaunt complexion. Or, when they would drown, the blue to her eyes were what Wednesday sought to mend. Every time. Without fail.

And they drowned after Ajax.

And every subsequent boy.

Then girl. There was a girl too, but that didn’t last. None of them did, but she certainly didn’t.

…Enid was particularly upset with that one. Only now did Wednesday begin to begrudgingly admit that, perhaps, being the reason why a student jumped from academy to mental institution like a tick should’ve weighed heavier on her conscious. Begrudgingly, though. Wednesday still couldn’t find hers, so she borrowed Enid’s conscious, and as it turned out, that whole…incident weighed like an anvil.

It took a moment for Wednesday to realize she had been reflecting for much too long. She hadn’t moved from the pillar. And with a bark of laughter from the midnight sea, her attention snapped.

Blue moon found the ink of her eyes. Enid beamed at Wednesday, dared to spite what scars slashed her face, from across the tables.

A threat. (Enid merely smiled.) What sick behavior. (Sure, Wednesday.) She was going to vomit. (From the stress.) From the agony. (…no.)

There was a blink. Her heart urged ejection—orally.

So.

Wednesday flipped her off.

It was an honest reflex.

…

This exchange would be the one. A swift, passing moment between classes, with Enid skipping her way to interspecies biology, and Wednesday, cryptic humanities, at a stroll. Five minutes at most. The corridor they used was…occupied, as it usually was, though far from the bustling wing it would devolve to at other hours.

As usual, they stopped before the odd display case—to commemorate the school’s history of its students on milk cartons.

“Enid.”

Her smile grew in ways Wednesday would never understand, yet would come to…notice. Often. As fleeting, busy thoughts. They were often gnats. Never to leave until Wednesday paid them their due time. This particular smile dug into Enid’s cheeks, and it was a toothy one, with sly eyes, and a chin leaned towards her shoulder. (It would be one to ponder on for a while. Before bed, namely.) “…Wednesday?" Enid humored, "You’ve been a little mean today, you know.”

“It is my day,” Wednesday muttered.

She also noticed that Enid did grow a few inches after all. Her eyes flecked along Enid’s pinstriped, midnight uniform and concluded that, yes, her skirt looked a little shorter than it had before. "Do you…have something to say?“

Wednesday crept her stare back to Enid’s blue moon. There’s a pause, then Enid pressed, from the corner of her mouth, ”Or…ask?“

A blink. She swallowed down a sludge of webbed thoughts. "Enid. I…" That skirt needed to be longer. Since when did Enid grow? Over break, surely. Behind Wednesday’s back, no doubt. "I think that…" It hardly mattered. Wednesday was asking— Wednesday was courting Enid, and she— "Would— Would…you…”  She didn’t. Know. Where?! “To the—" Where would she court Enid? A funeral? "Go to…” No, she couldn’t.

“Wednesday…?”

Why did she not check the obituary this week?! This morning, for the—

Her eyes snapped to Enid. And she blinked. Twice this time. “What?”

Enid’s sly eyes had a mild twitch to them. Which was…new. Almost. She didn’t do that with Wednesday often. The last time was before their occasion at the last fair. And before that had been the night where they danced as one, at the masquerade—music to harmonize, words left unsaid. (It was a favorite moment.) “Do you want to go to town together?” A question, like the couple times before. Enid toyed with her hands, then added, quietly, “And we can go to that creepy antique store you like?”

“With the roadkill?”

“Yeah.”

Wednesday did like that store. "Yes. That would be…worthwhile.“

"…and then ice cream?”

She fought a grimace. Stamped it down. “The one that smells desperate for attention?”

“Uh, yeah, that one,” Enid said. Her eyes watched Wednesday, as full as ever.

“Okay.” Wednesday nodded, though it was slow, and it was cautious. Enid had a way of writhing guilt to her chest as heartworm. 

(She also had a way of patience:) “They have the vanilla you like.”

“Yes, then.”

Wednesday spoke the route to Enid’s apparent gaiety. “Okay!" she near-squealed, her hands clasped together. Before Wednesday found them latched on either shoulder. That gaiety, as it bloomed full in her eyes, threatened to chip the color from her nails and into the black of Wednesday’s uniform. "So after class then!”

She found she didn’t mind it. Enid could leave her sediment of color all she liked, so long as she kept her eyes from drowning. “Fine,” Wednesday said, with an added, “Don’t bother me until the hour.”

Enid’s nodding was frantic. The twitch in her eye skewed the smile in her cheek. 

Wednesday meandered around Enid with a thick mouth, and a heavy mind. She didn’t court her. Forgot to know what, exactly, the courting would be in the first place. How that blunder managed to come to fruition, she didn’t know. But Wednesday did know that it needed to be rectified. Near-immediately. Before their excursion to town, if she could help it—

“YES. FINALLY. JESUS CHRIST!" 

She wasn’t ten strides away, and already, Enid bothered her before the hour. Bothered, or rather startled her.

Wednesday craned her eyes to Enid. Enid, who, stood frigid, eyes round and face strained to another wide, toothy smile. This one curled her scars into an awkward, bent geometry. With a swallow, she explained, "…th-this is, um, our first time shopping together. Alone.”

A long, sharp exhale forced what stammer in Wednesday’s heart that shouldn’t have been, though Enid always managed, somehow. She stared for a good moment. Then: “We can stop by the funeral home, Enid. I know how to obtain a discount for a casket your size.”

Enid gulped sheepishly.

(Nothing she ever did was particularly wolfish, now that Wednesday realized.)

…

Wednesday, against her better judgement, sat herself at her desk, in her chair. Her eyes bore through Thing’s palm as he drabbled a meandering, smug tune. [You look chipper.]

“I’ll throw you in one. Quit with the shit-eating, you don’t even have a mouth.”

Thing rolled himself into a fist, exasperated. (He really should have expected this.) Then, he flopped, and waved, and signed: [Okay. Fine. But you do look…very schoolgirl.] Wednesday stared. [Without the dimples.] She frowned. [Or the giggling.]

“Don’t flatter me.”

[I know what a schoolgirl who needs advice looks like.] Thing jabbed his thumb to Enid’s blaring side of the room.

She didn’t follow his gesture. There was no need. She heard such schoolgirl who needed advice on a daily basis. But, given that, Wednesday finally relented. Because as much as this was against her better judgement, her better judgement was floundering or flipping Enid off—panicking, in other words, as she figured the mere hour before. So, she relented, and grumbled, “…it’s about her, actually.” She didn’t look at Thing. Not as he swayed his self-satisfaction, the filthy romantic. “I have decided that no one is good for Enid, and if I am to kill anyone who has done wrong by her, I might as well be by her side too.”

She glanced at him. Rocked her jaw. Blinked. Then stared into his favorite stitch. “I don’t know how to court her.”

[I knew it.]

“Doesn’t matter.”

[Don’t be like that.]

Wednesday gnawed the inside of her cheek in stewed silence. She hated it whenever Thing did that—chastised her. He was a hand. She wasn’t a child.

The moment between them throbbed a familiar strain, where the hand talked back, and Wednesday was left to configure whether or not she missed something. Which happened. A lot. Particularly with Enid and whatever bout of emotions had twisted to obscurity. Anger often was blurred with frustration, and guilt did the same. Enid was explosive, that way. Had Wednesday start to suspect that anger wasn’t an emotion at all, but rather an armor set…

She watched Thing expectantly. He drummed nonsense, then asked, [What have you done so far? ]

…that was not a good question to answer.

Wednesday stalled. Avoided him entirely.

Unfortunately for her, Thing’s drumming turned morse:

[…W E D N E S D A Y.]

She scowled. “You know I hate it when you do that,” she muttered. 

Thing, once her eyes flecked back to him, beneath her desk lamp, signed, [Then look at me.] A nail leaned from the light, towards Enid’s half. [How can I help if you do not look? ]

Wednesday sat with herself for a second that felt too long. If every two shoulders were birthed with an angel and a demon on either side, Wednesday was born with only the latter, until the former spawned far too late. And that angel was Enid, and she very much wanted to flick the damn thing off.

Because this moment felt like it should be an apology. For…something. Being too calloused, or, in Enid’s words, a stone-cold bitch.

Exhaled, Wednesday begrudgingly appeased the worst part of herself: “…sorry.” She might as well have molted off her tongue. From her peripheral, however, Thing fluttered in the lamplight. He was happy about it, at least.

“Now just tell me what to do.”

Surprise teemed from his skin. [How bad were you?! ] 

“Thing.”

He paused, heard the something in her voice which Wednesday didn’t know to swallow down, then signed, methodically, [Swoon then kiss her.]

Wednesday leaned forward, brows strewn together. She must have popped a vessel. “What?”

[Swoon. Then kiss her.]

She didn’t. Apparently.

[Don’t you want to court her? ] Thing continued, if tentative. Slowly, Wednesday nodded. [And…kiss her? ] Another question… [Hold hands? ] And another question… […pet names? ] And another which she couldn’t answer. Not really. They weren’t good ones, anyway.

Regardless, Wednesday managed the only semblance of one she could: “I’m not my parents, Thing." There was a consideration. "Nor Enid for the matter. I told you. I want to court her, and then kill— Dissuade anybody who tries to hurt her.”

Thing slumped, and Wednesday could practically see the disappointment pale in his fingertips. [You’re not killing Ajax.]

“I amended what I said.”

[You’re also not buying a mirror.]

Wednesday bit her inner-cheek—hoped for blood.

[Or azaleas. Or larkspurs.]

“…fine," she grated, with a gaze swept across her drawers. "And don’t steal my grocery lists.”

Thing took that as the best he would get. (It was.) He drummed again, then waved for her attention. Wednesday read closely:

[You are not romantic. I get that.

[But if you want to court her, you have to meet in the middle.

[Do something Enid would like.]

She hesitated, then leaned into the back of her seat. Something Enid would like… There were many things, too many which Wednesday didn’t know if she could stomach. She would have to, of course. Courtships were, after all, matters of covenant. A pact. A promise. Through life. Beyond death.

If only she knew what about her appeased Enid.

(The answer was everything, really. Enid’s far from picky when it came to Wednesday.)

…

Wednesday admired the roadkill. Enid looked green, though she still managed a smile or two.

They bought one wearing an astronaut’s suit.

(Enid said something about ink being her whole world. Blue moon looked far from drowning as she did.)

Then, Enid got herself a harrowing display of color vomited on a cone. With sprinkles.

She brought Wednesday her vanilla. It tasted plain. It was savored.

Throughout it all, Wednesday rummaged for their courtship. Because eyes stalked Enid. Eyes not her own.

…

“You finished the ice cream.”

They decided to walk back to the academy. Enid figured that it’d do her good to burn off the ice cream (despite the Lycan’s metabolism being the gift from the gods), and Wednesday liked to roam in the biting chill. It didn’t threaten rain, unfortunately, though the wind mused about a night of hail. That almost brought a smile to Wednesday’s face. Almost. It brought a clipped scowl to Enid’s.

“I did,” she answered, after a moment.

Wednesday felt her eyes wander to her—across her profile, down her braids. “And you’ve been…thinking this whole time,” Enid remarked, her voice awfully intimate. It got that way frequently, as of late. 

Her dead-weighted stare matched the tempo to their strides, darted along each splash of color to Enid’s autumn wear. Wednesday decided those awfully intimate words felt warmer than the scarf around her neck. And that warmth was…lively. The same kind that adorned a casket before burial, as a bouquet of leaves and flowers, color and white. It was acceptable. A homely embrace.

“Yes.” Wednesday looked forward—watched for the bend down the road. Her admission stirred from her lips, quietly: “About you.”

Enid smiled, and that smile lingered as she remarked, “I mean I would hope so.” A laugh. Kind to the ears. “It’d be honestly so tragic if you weren’t.”

Wednesday merely hummed. An itch, then, plagued itself. There was no swallowing it. So she noted, “People looked at you.”

“I…” Enid sounded softer. Not like leaves and flowers, though, nor color and white. Like a lamb. Before headlights. “They…did?”

Together, they stopped dead.

As Enid reached for her scars, brushed down their lines by her fingertips, Wednesday said, “You’re a pink mess. And you're…giddy.” Amongst other things, of course. Enid was far from sore on the eyes. She was a bundle of energy, yet swift of mind, all at once. “Of course they did.” Wednesday frowned, however. For the look in Enid’s eyes looked close to drowning—though rather than to a hurricane, a still, frigid blanket. “Enid?”

She snapped back, and her eyes found Wednesday’s. "It’s nothing. Just checking my make-up.“

Neither moved. Stuck in place, locked in the passing minute.

"They’re only scars, I’ve told you,” Wednesday murmured. 

“I know." She heard Enid’s armor—that non-emotion—synch in place. "But they’re still on my face, Wednesday!" she hissed. "People see these first. And when I meet new people, they’re not going to remember me as Enid, they’re just going to see a girl who probably got mauled by a stupid bear.”

This felt like another moment. Not an apology, though, no.

Yet Wednesday was twinged by the same hesitance. And that hesitance had a name, and it was one she bitterly knew well: remorse. An ugly thing.

She would mend it. Fix the guilt from Enid’s face. Keep those drowned eyes from leaking into those lines.

“I’ll give them matching ones.”

“No.”

“They can have their own to look in the mirror.”

“Wednesday, no." 

She had to. Because those lines were tallies, and those tallies marked each failure. Each snide retort. The window. The taped border. 

And that damn. Fucking. Manor.

…that scar, Wednesday imagined, was the deepest one. Rather than a ravine, a gorge. 

"I do know some bears,” Wednesday said, almost desperate. “They would do it.”

“No!" The desperation wasn’t for naught. Because Enid’s smile bled to her voice, and Wednesday felt as though, perhaps, the gorge was an increment closer to being another ravine, then, someday, a mere trench.

Her blue moon eyes grew bright. Wednesday felt her webbed thoughts sludge again. They were thick to swallow, though she let strands coat her words: "Enid. When I look at your face, I don’t think of your scars first.”

Wednesday felt herself tip towards asphyxiation. The moment twitched. Her throat tightened.

Enid watched her. “Then…how do you think of it?” she asked, as quiet as ever. Their eyes met.

As they did, Wednesday knew one thing:

Nobody was worth Enid’s affection. Herself least of all.

Those scars would never truly heal, nor the ravines beneath her eyes, beneath her words. Wednesday did, however, want to heal. Somehow. She didn’t know how. The urge was a shadow cloaked behind her. It was mute. It didn’t say anything. But, Wednesday felt it, somewhere. And it was different from what had her tear a chest open and gut, or curl an erratic melody. Perhaps she could learn how to mend blindly, though. To reach into those eyes, and those words, and pull Enid to safety.

And she did just that. Ink clothed Enid’s blue moon, stared deep for her words. Her skin flushed beneath Wednesday’s hand. But, Enid didn’t break away. Neither did.

So Wednesday reigned her close. She heard Enid’s breath hitch, and she felt her anxiety coil to her palm.

The kiss felt like lips.

(It burned, and seared, as a prickle down Enid’s spine.)

Once broken apart, Wednesday watched her. It was…a nice thing. Better than she expected. Less than the hurricane she just subjected Enid to, but more than a mere graze of skin. Maybe. It sounded right, for the moment. Her lurking shadow fidgeted, anyway, so it had to have been.

Wednesday swallowed down a chill. Savored it, for Enid felt like vanilla. Her jaw itched to speak, and—

Wait. Oh no.

She still couldn’t think of anything.

And— And oh no her lips were actually buzzing. Slightly. Like she just kissed a bee.

“U-Uh, Wednesday…?”

“Shut up.” That lurking shadow winced. This wasn’t going well. Wednesday didn’t mean that, so to clarify, she muttered, “I’m thinking.”

“…you could just—”

“Shut up. I’m thinking.” Thinking and forgetting. Wednesday couldn’t scrounge what she thought to ask. (This, she assumed, was why Thing told her to swoon and then kiss. Enid’s mouth didn’t even feel like much, but it was still biting her on the ass. Figuratively.)

Wednesday glanced, and she caught a smug, growing smile. “Enid.”

“Yeah…?” Enid purred.

She opened her mouth, figured an insult wouldn’t help matters, and closed it. Wednesday rifled through every idea she could flounder. “Tomorrow night.” That was a start. “Grave-robbing. I have…a kit for two.” A very, very good idea. Except— Wait no. Enid looked perturbed. “I know— I know where every colonizer was buried in the town. We could…sell everything to the antique…store…”

“…grave-robbing. …okay.”

“Yes.” Wednesday, unfortunately, then found what she should’ve thought of before. So: “And…p-picnic.”

Enid brightens. There’s a nod, followed by a swift peck to Wednesday’s cheek. “It’s a date then.”

Wednesday felt her throat gravel noise. Then, she felt clockwork turn behind her ears. The hour struck, and her gut squirmed. “Was this a date?” She stared. Enid’s blue moon eyes stagnated. “Enid.” They darted. “Enid, answer me.”

“…n-no?”

“Enid. How— How many have we had?”

“U-Uh…” Enid’s grin was, of course, sheepish. “…seven?”

Hope you enjoyed! :)

[starmapz]

what you know - r. sukuna [college au]

❦ ryomen sukuna x f!reader [ongoing series]

❝ you've heard his reputation and you've seen first-hand the way he's late to class if he even bothers to show up. paired with him for the most important project of the year, you choose to give him the benefit of the doubt- but maybe that's more than he deserves when your perfect grades depend on him, or maybe there's more to the aloof and irritable sukuna than meets the eye. ❞

❦ cw ; mdni, 18+ only. contains explicit sexual themes and content. use of alcohol. use of cannabis. use of nicotine/cigarettes. angst. hurt/no comfort. hurt/comfort. minor injury. family trauma. smut. slow burn. anxiety. panic attacks. self-loathing. mentions of difficulty eating. legal drama (likely with inaccuracies). medical content. minor descriptions of wounds. tags will be updated as series continues.

❦ additional tags ; college parties and themes. sukuna ooc warning as this is a realistic take on modern sukuna. reader is fairly preppy and implied to be smaller than sukuna, but he's 6"11.

❦ taglist ; OPEN. please comment here if you would like to be tagged. age MUST be easily visible on your blog. if you've already requested to be on the taglist, i've got you <3

❦ words ; 350k+? estimated.

main masterlist || ao3 || wattpad || playlist

⋆ ch1 || fallen angel ⋆ ch2 || prom queen ⋆ ch3 || grade a(sshole) ⋆ ch4 || served ⋆ ch5 || hero ⋆ ch6 || intoxicated ⋆ ch7 || yuletide ⋆ ch8 || hysteria ⋆ ch9 || (ex) friends ⋆ ch10 || miscalculation ⋆ ch11 || scars ⋆ ch12 || too sweet ⋆ ch13 || tribulations ⋆ ch14 || trials ⋆ ch15 || aftermath ⋆ ch16 || sleepless nights ⋆ ch17 || ghosts ⋆ ch18 || blinding lights ⋆ ch19 || crash - coming soon! ⋆ ch20 || coming soon! ⋆ ch21 || coming soon! ⋆ ch22 || coming soon! ⋆ ch23 || coming soon!

⋆ husband!wyk!sukuna headcanons

⫘ sukuna appearance hc ⫘ series art ⫘ ⫘ fanart tag ⫘ music tag ⫘ ask tag ⫘

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[rafesangelita]

₊˚⊹♡ BRATTY DIARIES

a bitchy!kook!reader mini series by rafesangelita ©

ENEMIES TO NSFW TUMBLR MUTUALS??? no one does it better than these two. in an attempt to remain anonymous, both bitchy!kook!reader and rafe decide to make nsfw tumblr blogs as a way to seek balance in both their social, and sex lives. while rafe wants to reclaim his power, bitchy!kook!reader wants to surrender hers. it isn’t long before these two find each other and decide they are exactly what they’re looking for. all it takes is one follow and a dm in order for them to fall down a whirlwind of endless sexting exchanges. all is going perfect until one night rafe asks for your phone number and realizes your area code matches with his own.. did i mention you two hate each other and can’t stand to be in one another’s presence in real life??

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₊˚⊹♡ ONE

WORD COUNT: 1.8k

SUMMARY: not only is rafe cameron your mortal enemy, but he’s also, unknowingly, your nsfw tumblr mutual??

₊˚⊹♡ TWO

WORD COUNT: 2.9k

SUMMARY: when a double date with rafe leads to him feeling a sense of familiarity + you may have revealed your biggest secret yet..

₊˚⊹♡ THREE

WORD COUNT: 2.8k

SUMMARY: what happens when the man you’ve been having anonymous phone sex with asks you to come over to his place so you two could have a date of your own?

₊˚⊹♡ FOUR

WORD COUNT: 3.0k

SUMMARY: rafe accidentally puts barry on speaker..

₊˚⊹♡ FIVE

WORD COUNT: 3.8k

SUMMARY: standing in front of rafe’s door after everything that transpired was the last thing you thought you’d do.. yet here you were. luckily for you, rafe has no intentions of ever letting you leave him again.