#should I write a full fic about this

[miwiromantics]

Hear me out but Mike getting vecna’d and El using her powers to get into his mind place and save him. She gets into his mind but isn’t able to find him anywhere until she hears soft crying. It’s Mike holding Will in his arms, blood dripping from the other boy’s eyes.

El can hear Mike whispering something to Will, something along the lines of ‘don’t leave me’ or ‘please come back’. He’s clutching onto Will’s hand and placing it towards his lips, fully sobbing now.

El places a hand on Mike’s shoulder and he quickly turns around. ‘Mike, it’s not real’ she whispers but Mike is inconsolable. He breaks down holding El’s arm, repeatedly choking out ‘it’s my fault, it’s all my fault’. She pulls his arm hurriedly and tells him ‘let’s go, it’s not safe hear’

But before she could insist further, a voice booms ‘why do you love someone who doesn’t love you back, Eleven?’ And El is transfixed while Mike holds Will’s body closer to his chest. ‘Why do you waste your time trying to save him?’

In the background the beginning of ‘small town boy’ plays as El can hear the real Will’s voice talk to her, saying ‘quick El please, find him’ and she can hear the desperation in his voice. She stops to look back at Mike, who was still on the floor, cradling fake Will’s body. And she understands.

She understands everything.

Just think about it.

[freaktoru]

cant stop thinking about biker!satoru gojo who just can’t wait till the two of you get home to fuck you. he’ll cut your trip home short, wasting no time before pulling up to the nearest empty parking lot and parking his motorcycle. he’ll impatiently yank your helmets off—letting them drop to the ground, revealing his messy, white helmet hair, right before he urgently presses his lips against yours. it’s not his fault. really, he tried his best to hold himself back, but when he rolled up to pick you up from a night out with your friends and saw you standing there, waiting for him on the side of the road in the skimpiest skirt you could have picked out, he’d completely lost it. it’s a miracle he was able contain himself for this long, because if it weren’t for you being surrounded by your friends, he would’ve fucked you right then and there. it’s also not his fault that you were teasing him at every red light he stopped at, playfully palming his hardening erection through his pants the entirety of the ride home. you clung on to his waist, tightly holding onto dear life as he sped through traffic lights— going way over the legal speed limit until he decided he’d simply had enough of your shit. you’d blame your behaviour on the alcohol coursing through your veins, but he’d blame it on you just being such a needy fucking whore.

satoru was not a patient man—this you knew a little too well. and that’s exactly why you found yourself bent over his sleek white and blue motorcycle in an empty parking lot, your skimpy skirt bunched up around your waist, panties pooled around your ankles, and eyes rolled to the back of your head while biker!satoru splits you open with his cock. "nngh f-fuck satoru s-slow down, please" you moaned desperately, unable to keep up with his frantic, impatient pace. "slow down? i can't slow down baby, not when you feel this fucking good" he drawled in reponse, breathing heavily, while drilling into you so deep you could practically feel your cervix bruising. "s-satoru— fuck" you whimpered, your warm walls clenching around his cock so tightly, inching you closer and closer to your sweet release by the second. "yeah sugar, fuck— you're such a good girl, taking my cock so well" he'd mutter, the sound of his honeyed voice sending pulsing shockwaves of pleasure through your body. and he'd continue fucking you stupid in this deserted parking lot, until you've both orgasmed at least once, twice maybe even three times. then you'd speed home on the back of his motorcycle, watching gojo weave through traffic, so he could get home a little faster and fuck you again.

[benevolenterrancy]

hi!! I think your art is *so cool* o(≧∇≦o)

do you think you could draw more moshang? either post canon or that au you did last time?? (baby mobei has my heart and all I own)

(˵ •̀ ᴗ •́ ˵ ) oh! how about return to childhood—moshang flavor?

don't question this king, shang qinghua, he knows what he's about

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[doctorho]

here's the thing. when you're a student at piltover academy, you're not just a student at piltover academy - you're also a walking, talking, breathing advertisement for the whole stupid self-centered pile of bricks.

and when you also happen to be from the undercity? well. that's a whole other double-edged iceberg that they'd rather chisel down to oh look we can make decent people out of these rats if we just keep them in line, see?

personally, you'd never been a huge fan of that rhetoric. not to say you didn't know when to behave the way they wanted you to to get access to certain perks - you were smart, and you knew when to shut up for your own benefit - but, at the bottom of it, you also really, really didn't care that much.

they thought of you as less than anyway, so trying to win their favor in that twisted little game would've been pointless from the get-go and a little bit humiliating. so you just... mostly lived your life ignoring them. attended your classes. did your work. and didn't worry too much about your language when someone said something to you that was work dignifying with a response. you wear the uniform, sure, but you don't put much effort into wearing it correctly.

as per regulations.

it's not like they cared, really, as long as you'd pass the cursory glance.

so you laugh loud and don't try to hide your accent, your scars, your history.

in simpler terms, you didn't give a fuck.

and oh, did they not like that.

well, most of them.

viktor considers it refreshing.

[jihnari]

so im knee deep in a 40yo chinese drama, as one does when the brainrot grows into a tumor, and

has anyone else noticed that full stop hong lu is the only one of his IDs with short hair?

the only one. the ONLY one. i thought surely it can't be, they have different hair styles sometimes, there must be others. but i checked. this is the only one.

(this is a short essay about hair in the qing dynasty.)

given the setting for hong lou meng (source material for hong lu), hong lu's long hair makes sense. everybody had long hair in the qing dynasty [1]. and in limbus company, the members of hong lu's family (that we've seen) have equally long hair.

hong lou meng is largely a critique of confucianism, set in the qing dynasty at confucianisms peak [2]. and hair is a Big Deal in confucianism. according to confucius:

We are given our body, skin and hair from our parents; which we ought not to damage. This idea is the quintessence of filial duty. (身體髮膚，受之父母，不敢毀傷，孝之始也。)[3]

you do not cut your hair because your parents gave it to you, and without your parents you would be nothing, filial piety blah blah [4]. hong lu, in every other mirror world, has kept his hair long and appears to still be following the wishes of his family [5].

there's a few special things about hong lu's full stop ID. the first that comes to mind, is that it's the only one of his IDs that isn't a self-sufficient lone wolf. his other IDs don't have particularly useful passives for other characters, and they don't need other IDs to function. they're self contained [6]. he also has several IDs where he's the ONLY one available from his faction [7], and plenty of ID stories that don't mention any other LBC members. sure, full stop hong lu isn't completely useless by himself, but he's not intended to be run by himself. he's intended to be run with heathcliff.

this is all to say that full stop office hong lu is an exception in more ways than one. i think it's extremely likely that this version of hong lu has at least partially cut himself off from his family [8], if not financially, then emotionally. maybe he made his own decision to set up this office, all by himself. or maybe he didn't; maybe his grandmother told him to "expand his horizons" and he happened to fulfill that by establishing a fixer office, and then he started picking up staff, and those staff became something more [9].

maybe this is the only version of hong lu that we've seen who has let himself be a real person instead of just an extension of his family's will.

[0] disclaimer that i am NOT CHINESE nor am i an expert on the qing dynasty, but i have friends who know stuff and also the power of the internet and im here to make that everyone's problem. i read redologist research papers on my spare time now. [1] except for monks. we'll get to that. [2] or, resurgence idk it was still a major part of daily life. but it was going pretty hard. they killed people over it, among other things. [3] from wiki, sorry im a fraud but they had a book citation listed (De Bary; William T. (1999). Sources of Chinese Tradition. Columbia University Press. p. 326.) [4] there's also something about if you cut your hair, you're "damaged" and unmarriageable, at least for women, but i haven't done enough research to know specifics. but basically, cutting hair == extremely bad. or you're giving up on your current life and joining the monastery! a choice which, according to the hong lou meng drama, appears to be on equal grounds as a life decision as suicide. i think this is mostly due to the way your life will "end" as you know it? one girl really didn't want to get married to this awful guy twice her age, but he was rich and powerful, so she appealed to someone even more rich and powerful and said, "either you take me in or i cut my hair off and kill myself. or join the monastery, idk, either one". and, spoilers, later after this point she DOES choose suicide over the monastery, so take that how you will. [5] his grandmother is mentioned in several of his ID stories, explaining that he's only in a given position because she wished it. see, k corp and w corp hong lu. less strongly (evidence wise), is that in others he mentions "expanding his horizons", which in other areas of canon is noted as something his grandmother told him to go out into the world and do. [6] im not going through all the IDs for this one, sorry, it's a vibes based statement backed up by things ive seen other people say on reddit. so just Trust Me, Bro. [7] k corp, tingtang, fanghunt, and hook (tho in that one he has some LBC friends in the story they just don't have available IDs in the game) [8] obviously not fully, given his continued funds. quote, "All he had to do was to say the word, and the family would send him some pocket money… ". but even in hong lou meng, relatives the main family didn't even like, who did nothing for them, would come crawling to them for money. and the jia family would give it, either to feel magnanimous or to save face. [9] heathcliff, in the full stop ID story: "[...] we were 'scouted' to the team like stray animals gettin' taken in by some charity Office [...]". idk man. idk. i cant look at that sentence and feel remotely normal about them.

[booksandberries]

i saw people talking about hirano to kagiura ch 27 like WHERE are you people reading that, so i looked and found the raws

and I have no impulse control so I translated it

[is-this-even-relatable]

A Rising Phantom

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Summary: danny died, and no one knows. He is a full ghost, and only thanks to his dual obsessions can he “live” a normal life and pretend that nothing happened.

I aim to make this a multichaptered fic! Hopefully, the first fic I post on AO3!

HEADCANONS/TROPES/TAGS:

no one knows! AU

full ghost! danny

eventual everlasting trio

dual obsessions inspired by this post, which are protection (Phantom) and space (Fenton)

my own headcanon: danny's death is inevitable, a single point in time that cannot be avoided or changed.

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Danny died on a Saturday.

He was too young to have been left alone; any other house would’ve be fine, but everyone in that town knew, even then, that the Fentons' house was to be avoided by a wide berth.

His parents had rushed out in a frustrated fit, leaving him and Jazz by themselves for the weekend, just like so many before. They were always an afterthought to their parents, long before he was 14.

Danny didn’t intend to go down to the lab that night. But Jazz was out with her friend Kyle, and he was bored. And something down there called to him, though he didn’t know it.

He didn’t know that forces beyond his comprehension were leading to this point, this singularity.

If Danny had known the fate in store for him, he would have begged his parents for them to stay that night, or take him with them. But he didn't know, he couldn't have known... because that's how it was always going to be.

He didn’t know that a man with a clock in his chest, who changed between ages in the blink of an eye, was watching as he walked down those lonely steps.

He didn’t know, as he pulled on a white hazmat suit hand-sewn just for him, far too flimsy for what it was meant to protect him against, that a sentient dimension was pushing against the veil, straining for him.

He didn’t know, as he stepped through the gaping metal maw, that it had already called his name, and death had claimed it.

And afterwards, while he curled up on the cold basement floor, clutching his chest for a pulse, he still did not know that even if he had known... he would have had no choice but to do the same.

Danny died when he turned the portal on, alone in his parents’ lab.

Standing inside, fifty million Watts of electricity coursed from his palm to his heart, searing its path into his skin. It had no exit route. It cooked him from the inside, lighting all of his nerves on fire, and doused him in an infinite realm’s worth of dimensional energy. After what seemed like hours of screaming, panicking, burning- he somehow managed to crawl out of the portal.

He died then, lying flat in front of the machine that ended him, as the intense pain faded into a dull throb that replaced the beating that used to be in his chest.

And as he sat up, feeling both sore and feather-light, he looked down upon his body, and realized that he had died that day, and he was not coming back.

Danny panicked. And he did the only thing he could do. He decided to run away, afraid of what he was, confused and scared and feeling very not himself.

But the main anxiety that drove him to hide his accident was a rather juvenile one.

…He was afraid that his parents would be upset that he had gone into the lab without their permission.

He had messed with their stuff, and turned something on… something he definitely shouldn’t have.

He had just opened a portal to a realm full of the very things that kept him from sleeping at night, of “unfeeling monsters” that his parents had drilled into him about for years.

A portal to ghosts… that were now free to come through.

That thought made something inside him solidify, and a low hum began to emanate from him as he worried about his family. About the ghosts and the portal and how they were going to manage without him…

He couldn’t just leave like this. Not when he was responsible. He couldn’t let a whole realm of monsters hurt his family. At that thought, dread filled him, and that same something inside his chest ached.

But it occurred to him that he still had to leave. Not just at the thought of his parents stumbling in on his body.

No, it was about him. For he was one of them now, wasn’t he? A ghost. And he was a monster now, too. Despite not feeling like one. Despite knowing that there was clearly something wrong with what he had been told and what he knew was intimately true of himself in this new form.

But something inside him whispered at him that he couldn’t take the chance, if he did turn into a monster. He couldn’t let himself hurt his family.

So with fears on his back and a tingle fading from his fingertips, Danny pulled himself up onto unsteady feet. He took his body outside, to the woods where no one would know. And he buried it, alone, surrounded by trees and the sky.

He sat there, at his fresh grave, and cried.

Holding his arms around himself tight, he mourned the loss of warmth, of blood pumping and his heartbeat, so loud in its absence.

Surrounded by nothing but silence, he mourned that he’d never made close friends, nor really had the chance.

Looking up at the stars, he mourned that he could never fulfill his dream of being an astronaut.

He mourned for himself because no one else could.

And as his last cry petered off into the night, the sun broke the horizon.

A different something tugged at his chest, and he let it pull without resistance, worn ragged as he was.

And he was grateful he did. For a soothing light washed over him and transformed him into something similar, but not quite as he was Before.

But he felt warmth, and he felt a pseudo-beat in his chest, sluggish as it was. And suddenly he realized that although he was dead, he was alive in a different way.

He was still there.

He didn’t have to give up on life.

He was not going to be a monster.

Danny walked back home. He washed the dirt away from under his fingernails. He swept the lab until it looked like no one had been there. Minus the massive swirling vortex.

And when Jazz got home from her sleepover, Danny hugged her with a smile.

He was going to be fine.

They would all be fine, he would make sure of it.

[theseus8349]

I miss the person I was before I made this

They're both distant to love, the doctor has lost so so many people he loves, he's had to lose his loved ones over and over again. He's scared that he'll lose or hurt more people he cares about.

Missy hasn't lost loads of people, no she's lost one specific person over and over again, that person being the doctor. She's scared to fall for him again because she knows she'll just leave being heartbroken.

[crystallizsch]

a thunderstorm woke me up and now my veins are running on pure caffeine and (unfortunately) i have jamil on the mind.

so now i'm thinking about what if yuu has an extreme fear of thunder

imagine there's a thunderstorm in the middle of the night.

you've just been weirdly anxious, and when jamil inquired, you begrudgingly admit that you're afraid of thunder.

it's embarrassing. why would you be scared of thunder, they're just loud sounds. it’ll pass.

jamil had to stop himself from making a judgmental remark. even if jokingly.

he’s deathly afraid of bugs, he literally has no place to make fun of you for it.

at least with bugs you can get rid of them, but you can’t just fight the weather unless you’re a powerful mage.

so the least jamil can do is to comfort you.

maybe listening to music sharing headphones.

or make you focus on his voice instead so you don’t pay attention to the loud noises. either by chatting or reading a book together.

of course, maybe he could also use snake whisper on you so your mind would effortlessly cease those fears.

jamil would if you asked. but he’s not going to offer it himself.

(besides, it’s a bit weird if he’s using his unique magic on you again, considering whatever your relationship is at this point.)

and it’s not like that idea would even cross your mind when all you could think about was the agonizing dread of oncoming thunder.

plus it kinda sounds crazy knowingly asking someone to put you under mind control.

every time thunder boomed you found yourself clinging to jamil's clothes. burying your face in his chest. as if you were holding onto him for dear life.

he'd laugh if he knew you weren't deathly afraid of it. so he'd make soothing gestures instead.

the thunder was still unbearable, but eventually you found comfort in jamil’s warmth.

it really helped to drown it out. at least mostly.

this seemed to be a better outcome anyway than forcing you to just forget about it.

and it would’ve been easier, sure. but how many times could you get the chance to cozy up to jamil

and on the other hand, jamil kinda wanted this moment to last. how many times could he have an excuse for "relaxing" with you.

as much as it makes you suffer, him wanting this moment to last longer meant wishing for the thunderstorm to last longer as well.

jamil hopes you can forgive him for being selfish in that regard.

[cmiru]

how bad would it be if i wrote fanfic for a media i’ve only seen the first episode of because the other episodes aren’t free (for me). it would be au fanfic but still…

[chocolatepot]

The trouble with discussing the s2 reunion expectations vs reality that I rarely see anyone mention is that nobody(?) predicted it would happen with Ed completely powerless, knocked out of his position by a mutiny that essentially killed him, so there's still a huge variable to take into consideration when talking about people "getting it wrong".

Like, yes, we can discuss it from a Doylist perspective - Jenkins chose to have it happen that way, rather than having Ed and Stede meet again when Ed was capable of saying anything to him, and what does it mean that the fandom largely didn't consider that as a potential dramatic scenario.

But conversely, the fact that he did choose to do that means that we still have no idea how it would have gone in the circumstances involved in most reunion fics - if Stede made it back to Ed before he'd successfully committed suicide by crew. Given his choice to push Stede away through most of Fun and Games, I think people who wrote him as hostile weren't far off, actually! But there's no way of knowing how hostile he might have been, or if he'd have completely snapped out of it.

(TBH I also think it's a bad idea to assume that scenarios people write fic about = their expectations for canon, but that's a different matter.)

[daughterofsarenrae]

The problem with fmab is that it is a really fucking good show

[zolo-san]

hey @ people who write long fics/chapter fics: what do you do when you have a fic idea and you've got a lot of good stuff to make up the actual fic, but you don't really have a real ending?

asking for a friend lol

So I don't normally write long fics and I really don't write chapter fics (Like one of my longest posted fics is a little over 14k but most of my stuff averages around 4k) but the Lawlu university AU that has been consuming my brain for the last month or so is an idea that has to be a chapter fic and I have a lot of ideas for it, but I don't have a clear ending point. Most of my fics have always had a very clear and natural end Like I've never really planned the ending out per say, but I just knew when the story I was trying to tell was finished and never had a problem wrapping it up But right now I'm close to finally getting all the ideas I had for this AU down and I don't know that I have a "clear" ending, ya know I know that I don't (at least right now) have much more that I'd like to include in the story, but idk if I can really end it where my ideas/desire to continue the story drops off like idk if it'll feel like a proper end there...........this is also so hard to explain if you're not living in my head and don't know where the planning doc currently ends, so sorry lol

I also have this irrational fear of writing chapter fics Like I get anxious at the implied commitment of it all and dumb things like how long a chapter should be? (I don't believe in filling up stories with filler just for the sake of length, if it's not relevant to the story or character development I generally won't include it - it's the script writer in me >.<) I know there's no real "rules" to how long a chapter "needs" to be and there's no such thing as a chapter being "too short" (this applies for writing in general, but double for fanfic) but it makes me STRESSED that I might not have enough for certain ideas to make a "full" chapter idk why I'm more comfortable with creating a bunch of short fics as part of a series and calling it a day (maybe because there's also no implied "total" amount of chapters even tho ao3 does the 1/? until you mark a chapter fic as complete) I also get anxious because I like the permission series fics feel like they give me to skip large chunks of time and I feel like I can't do that with a chapter fic (again I know there are no "rules" I'm just stressing out for nothing lol) I also just like that with a series I could randomly pick it up and write another piece to go with it on a whim if say, I get another idea out of nowhere after completing the story that I have currently planned (tho I guess there's nothing that stops me from adding a chapter to a fic even after it's marked as complete is there? 🤔) BUT if I were to write it as a series, then I'd have to have a title for every fic and the thought of that makes me want to jump out a window (naming fics is truly the bane of my existence), but with a chapter fic it's one title and I'm done (I also already know what I want the title to be sooooooooo) I can also make a series for the AU and have the chapter fic be a main fic and then have the freedom to write sort of spin-off one-off fics in the same universe for other couples 😈

idk man........I'm having a CRISIS over a fanfiction and something about that is very funny....but still lol Especially because I'm mostly worried about breaking non-existent "rules" idk I think I just have to accept that I'm a little weirdo when it comes to fic writing~

tho I still have the problem of not having a clear ending..........

help i'm going crazy i know none of this matters but still >.>

[blackbatcass]

i know lots of people have said it much better than me but. god damn. the dc fandom hates women so fucking much it’s insane

[buffyspeak]

shadowhunters rewatch 2023:

2.01 vs 3.10