#tbf fanfic

[jafndaegur]

Kiss Goddess of Death

Thunderbolt Fantasy Fic

Lang Wu Yao

Everyone say thank you to depressed music witch and his talking guitar/j for single handedly curing my writer's block. This train of thought from what happens in Ep 1 had me in a choke hold and wouldn't let me go.

Breathe in.

The air is acrid, a tepid metallic that is rank against the nose. Lang Wu Yao moves to cover his nose with his sleeve only to pause. He stares at the two demons before him. They laugh and scorn as they walk, bodies sashaying through the nebulously grim terrain.

"Oy, kid. You okay?" Ling Ya's voice is distant, echoing faintly at the recesses of his hearing.

His heart thunders viciously against his chest; every fiber, every nerve, roars at him to turn the other direction and leave. This place is poison. It's lethal to humans like him.

A human like him?

"Lang?" Ling Ya's voice is an echo, a dull whisper of its usual presence.

Lang Wu Yao pictures Shang, so burdened by the Sorcerous Sword Index, a man standing in the sunlight; a silhouette of himself, never allowing himself the freedom to be truly lit. Every detail of power, every etching of his masterful strength hidden to keep others safe. That is a human. Someone doing his best with the unfair cards given to him.

His hand clenches, and he sucks in his breath again. The air is acrid, and tepid, and he forces himself to savor it. To accustom himself to it.

That demon Azibelpher, his father, brings him to a trial; one to prove himself. One that not just anyone can claim victory over.

"A mere human won't be able to defeat such a vicious beast," Azibelpher warns with a sneer.

Ling Ya's fury roils off its body in waves. "Dammit, that was your goal all along?"

Closing his eyes, Lang listens. Really listens. He senses the monster as it screeches in wrath; the snide triumph in his father's voice; the air nocking faint melodies against Ling Ya's strings. He breathes out.

If Shang Bu Huan is the silhouette before the sun, then Lang is the shadow cast to the ground. A voice that mimicks the tone of a man, a voice that mimicks what it means to live. Perhaps this has always been his curse from the moment of birth. Even so, it is up to chance that leads his heart with such an unforgiving grip.

He knows that even if he forgoes the path well trodden beneath the effervescent warmth of day, even if he transforms into something vicious, and cold, and demonic like Azibelpher—the song in his heart will guide him back to the light. To the sun. To the hand that always seems to reach out to him, despite the burden it already bears.

"I've long since steeled my resolve," Lang grits out, reaching for Ling Ya as the pipa transforms into his sword.

[gunpowdercarousel]

Me as a fanfic writer

[siri-ike]

Clone Danny long post

The footprints lead Alfred out of the room and to the right but quickly dried up on the short hair carpet.

Alfred checked every room to the right of Danny's. He had to have left the family wing. 40 minutes of searching later, Alfred was about to go down yet another hallway when he heard faint music and metal clanging. He walked closer to the sound until he could make out some words.

🎶I- can hear the sound of violins🎶

🎶long before- it begins🎶

The gym. Someone is at the gym. He told Dick to relax. This is the opposite of relaxing. He stops for a moment outside the door to gather himself. People listen to empathy more than anger. When Alfred pushed the door open and looked down at the workout area, he didn't see a disobedient clown. No. Instead, he was forcibly dragged back to 1989, staring at a 13 year old Bruce doing chest presses. He always looked the most at ease when he was at the gym. The rest of the time, he would be looking for his parents' killer or discovering seacret organizations. Alfred used to cherish the time Bruce spent at the gym because he knew it was the closest he could get to calm. Shortly, Danny put down his 3 kg weights and addressed Alfred.

"Morning, Alfred. Breakfast already? Thought I had more time." He sounded like Bruce, more than just his voice. Danny had his own way of talking, but this was all Bruce.

"Young Master," best not to object to his perceived reality, whatever that may be. "It's almost seven in the afternoon, not morning." The sun would have spoiled that for him anyway. "And dinner will be ready in two hours."

"Oh, ok. I'll be there at nine then." Danny simply went over to the next station in his routine. Right as he sat down on the floor, something seemed to dawn on him. "Alfred? Did something happen to me?" He asked innocently.

Alfred remained frozen, staring at the young boy. "What would give you that idea?"

"I woke up in a different room than usual, I had to switch down all my weights, and the files in my father's office have been moved. And then you came in looking like you've seen a ghost." Ever the detective.

"Nothing gets past you. I'm afraid you had a rather bad fever and spent a few days in bed. I would like to examine your health, but it can wait. Let's say, eight-thirty? Before dinner?"

"Kitchen at eight-thirty, got it."

Alfred left the room and braced himself on the door. He thinks he's Bruce. He probably thinks it's the 80s or 90s, too. It's a good thing most everyone is out hunting down clues and/or committing extreme acts of violence.

Danny had changed into an all black suit (bowtie and kerchief included) before coming to the kitchen at 8:27. Hmm, he does like to be punctual. His temperature and heart rate were normal, for once he didn't have bags under his eyes, which responded in time to light. But, he was definitely younger than he was when he arrived. Dick wasn't imagining that.

"Can you tell me your name, age, and today's date?"

"Bruce Thomas Wayne, 12, almost 13, today is November, uh," He struggled a bit. "17th? Maybe a bit later, 1988." He avoided eye contact. "Just so we're clear, I wouldn't have known today's date even if I hadn't been sick."

Alfred smiled a little, remembering how much he used to care about getting good scores on everything. "I'll be sure to include that in the report." He retorted sarcastically, earning a small grin back. "Now go wash up, dinners almost ready."

As per routine, Alfred started by bringing out the helthiest dishes. They all knew it was a trick to get them to eat vegetables, but no one was ever willing to wait. Danny was so hungry, even the brussel sprouts were appetizing. Now if Alfred could just stop staring at him and actually put the container on the table.

"Alfred?"

"W, what?"

"Are you OK?"

Danny had combed his hair when he'd asked him to wash up. This was Bruce. This was the boy Alfred raised. The one who had fallen asleep in his arms every night for months because he refused to be alone in the dark. The one who used to "forget" to tell Alfred about the handfuls of peanut butter in his pockets, ruining thousand dollars dress pants on six different occasions. The one who wanted to keep street cats knowing full well he was allergic.

"Do you need a day off? Or maybe a week?"

"What? No. I'm alright master Bruce. Just, uhm, glad to see you have your appetite back. That's all." Keep it together now. He set down a steaming glass dish full of baked carrots, sweet potatoes, bell peppers, onions, brussel sprouts, broccoli, cauliflower, and mushrooms.

Danny took as big a serving as he could fit (vegetables can only go in the top right on his plate), making sure not to let the butter run too much. The next dish was steamed turnip. Crap. Another vegetable. Can't mix them. Can't put it somewhere else. The only option is to finish the baked vegetables fast.

By the time he finished his quarter of a turnip, six more dishes had already shown up. How many people does Alfred think live here?

At 21:11 Dick walked into the dining room. Dressed in a plain shirt and pants. The two boys looked like they were going to entirely different events.

"Hello." Danny invited. "I'm sorry, have we met?"

"This gentleman is detective Richard Grayson." Alfred interjected. "Master Dick, would you care to join us for dinner?"

"Oh, where are my manners? Here, have a seat. There's plenty of food."

The dinner after that was awkward, but nice. It's good to have some company once in a while. Ever since his parents died, it's just been him and Alfred.

He did wake up late in the afternoon, so it shouldn't be such a surprise that he got to stay up and watch his gray ghost VHS tapes way later than his usual bedtime. Only interrupted occasionally by Alfred, making sure he's keeping all that food down. He had to have been really sick. He doesn't even remember throwing up recently.

He must have dosed off at some point because he was awoken abruptly at some horrid hour of the night by an ear pierceing scream. He hurried to its sorce in the family wing where he saw what looked like another Bruce, except this one had white hair and wore a black onesie. He appeared to be melting into a glowing green sludge. Bruce knelt down and grabbed the boy, who stopped screaming. Opting to bury his face in Bruce's chest instead.

Alfred came just as the gruesome scene was over. 4:50 am, same place, same time, every night. Alfred had hoped something had improved when the screaming stopped early. But rather than the typical gorey mess, there was Danny, inconsolable and covered in slime.

"Wh, wh, ah?" Who was that? What was that?? Why was that???

"Master da- Bruce." At lightning speed, Alfred was on his knees and holding Danny. "Come on, you don't have to be here." He tried to lift him up, but Danny resisted.

"...Why do you have the carpet cleaner?" He accused. "Did you know this would happen?"

[grey-eyed-gemini]

Is there tumblr bookbinders that... aren't hardbinding fanfic? Like, love and light and all support to them that do, but i want someone or a community who i can talk about experimenting and fucking around and doing nuts things with my covers and dyeing pages or weird measurements for books. Like, bookbinding as a weird mixed media art being the focus, rather then what's in the pages, if that makes sense? Is there anyone out there?

[inukag]

Inukag made it to AO3’s top 100 m/f ships of 2024 at number 72! The only Inuyasha ship to do so.

Credit: paulieponzie

[saym0-0]

been catching up with @watcheraurora's various fics today so uh. heres tango from ice walls pointing at spiderman. it was going to be walls of fire tango (ice walls roleswap) with cyber city walls tango (completely separate au) thrown in the back for fun but alas i am lazy, so you only get ice walls tango for now

[justaz]

s1ep10 where everything is the same except theres a few other kids around merlin and the gangs age in ealdor and they have the most passive aggressive beef ever

merlin (explaining the tensions while covering his ass bc the villagers may not know about his magic but they know and he cant let arthur find out): and thats mary. she threw rocks at me when i was younger so i shoved a fistful of dirt in her mouth. i just didnt realize there was a worm in the dirt until she was spitting it all out and coughed up a worm. it had the effect of someone coughing up a frog. it fueled a bunch of rumors about me being a sorcerer

mary (after greeting the prince very respectfully): merlin. youre back. how lovely.

merlin, smiling: mary!! yes, of course i am. when i heard that ealdor was in danger i just had to come back and help. you know ive always had a knack for worming my way out of trouble so i thought if anyone can help, its me.

mary: how hopeful. i dont think ive ever seen you wield a sword. or any other weapon. you seem to keep to your…talents.

merlin: we never spent much time together so i cant fault you for not noticing my many other talents. contrary to what you think, i do like to get my hands dirty.

[mer-acle]

Hi👋 Tasha so hope your having a good day or night

I was wondering does god games still happen in your slipping through my fingers au I thinks that’s what it’s called and if it does what changes and how does Hera react to Zeus hit Athena with lightning and what does Hera do in the aftermath of it

Thanks🙏for reading

Hi Wolf :D

Since the timeline is currently before the whole Trojan War/Odysseus arc we don't really get to see it, but here's how it would go

a) Athena would not leave Odysseus in the first place bc she has a bunch more emotional maturity atp in time (she already had her "not looking for a friend" arc with somebody else a couple hundred years earlier)

b) God Games could ofc still happen, so if it came to it, she would 100% go for it. Idk what Zeus would be thinking to pit her against her siblings, literally all of which she has a good relationship with, and Hera, who would also not stand against her, so the "game" part might just be for show

c) At least one of the others gets a lightning bolt too bc they tried to step in. There's no way around. It's either Hera or Ares for certain, though now I kinda wanna see Aphrodite do it.

d) Ody would also very possibly know more of the gods personally. Like Hera and Hephaestus at least bc they were on his side of the war And he would so have immunity from the gods attacks in the war bc he's under Athena's protection. In general, due to a chunk of Olympus being very tight-knit and familial, Telemachus might just get a lot of blessings when he's born XD Gods so many myths change if you make Hera nice istg what is my canon anymore lol

[centaur-dreaming]

Local woman declared insane after writing 23k words for a one-shot

[stormwifewrites]

oh dear Rook has broken the fourth wall and found my ao3 profile, pray for her

[zabiume]

never forget who invented the "ichigo is a bad cook" headcanon 😤

[yrrtyrrtwhenihrrthrrt]

Me: God I hate romance movies. They're so boring and all the same, the characters are never likeable, and romance isn't even a compelling concept for a movie! I don't give a shit about people falling in love, show me a story about friendship, about the senseless cost of war, about the evil and the good of humanity. There are more interesting and important things in this world than romance!

Also me: *literally only writes romance*

[lafamilledelioncourt]

Claudia to Daniel when Marius tells Louis her secret and completely ruins her life:

read the lastest chapter of ADOC here

[renirae]

Jason, Tim, and Damian have a movie night!

from chapter 3 of my fanfic "the beginning of something new" on ao3 :)

[seriousbrat]

I know abt the shit that Snape stans say abt Lily, but what do Marauders stans say?

You mean negative stuff? Well a lot of it isn't really directly negative, it's more just that people need her out of the way so they can ship James with Sirius's rando little brother. Even though this is ridiculous because nothing is stopping anyone, but I think newer Marauders fans can often overcompensate because many view shipping/stanning as a moral act, so the fact that they obviously don't care about Lily makes them feel guilty lmao. In fact I think there's arguably a tendency among mainstream marauders fandom to be overly positive about Lily just in a way that lacks the consideration and complexity people give to their favourite male characters. Like yes she's a girlboss but what else? Well-written characters are supposed to have flaws and foibles balanced with strengths, that goes for women too.

So while making her out to be a traitorous she-devil is obviously something I dislike, I think it can go too far the other way too, where she's just a 'sweet lesbian girlie' happily dwelling in the background with no real problems or depth or protagonism of her own.

Lily's often made a background character in The Story of Regulus, at the service of the narrative needs of the male protagonists, and typically paired with a random female background character in a way that can feel like an afterthought and really just a convenient shunting aside of Lily's character masked by faux-progressiveness. Making a character queer isn't a replacement for giving them depth and nuance. It's especially grating when the same people accuse anyone who points this out of 'reducing Lily to being a mother' even though it's that section of fandom who often uses Lily as a surrogate/baby-making machine for the male characters, which is quite literally, in the most literal, biological sense possible, reducing her to being a mother lmao.

For the record, I don't think there's anything wrong with having Lily be a background character, or not using her at all, on an individual basis. (although I admit I find using her as a surrogate fairly appalling as a concept. but that's just me.) I myself have used her as a background character and paired her with Mary in Lippy Kids. Also, it's fandom and people are going to do whatever they want, it's not up to me to stop them and I wouldn't want to lol. I'm not going after individual people for doing this in their own writing.

As I've said before though, I believe it's worth pointing out in a general sense because it's such an overwhelming tendency. I think simply being aware of the fact that you and people around you centre men in life and art is a positive thing-- even if you don't actively do anything to change it, because sometimes talking and thinking about the issue can lead to it changing on its own. We all do this to some extent-- I recently went through my own fics and realised I have more male-pov fics than female. I'm not going to write anything purposefully to correct this because that wouldn't feel natural and it's not a huge issue on its own, but I'm just aware of it moving forward.

Looking through any marauders' era tag (even the jily tag rip) or ao3 categories/statistics, etc, gives you a pretty clear idea of who is prioritised by fandom and who is not. And the argument that Lily is too minor of a character to care about falls a bit flat when characters like Regulus, Barty, and Rosier are so much more popular in mainstream marauders fandom than she is.

Curiously I have seen Marauders fans use the same exaggerated criticisms of Lily that Snape fans do (viz. 'she was a terrible friend!!11' which is so ridiculous given none of these beloved male characters are winning friend of the year awards.*) AND I have seen plenty of Snape fans who are normal about Lily, either because they like her themselves or are just able to be objective about characters lol. So either way it's not a universal thing.

* arguably except regulus but his friend of the year award is because of what he did for kreacher, not james or sirius or barty or anyone else. and regulus stans never care about that. stop lily erasure but also on a minor, less relevant note, stop kreacher erasure

[all-too-unwell-13]

i've never written a fanfic before but i got an idea randomly today for a rosekiller au and i really want to try writing it