#this fanfiction literally owns me

[quibble-auk]

Still thinking about this fanfic…

Some more extremely rushed doodles from Misaligned Gemini because it’s still spinning around my head. This time we’ve got a bunch of the companions.

I labeled their names cause I’ve never drawn them before and imma be real and admit I didn’t recognize them immediately lol

Srs tho, go read it. It’s so worth it.

[sncrlynwtms]

getting dressed all cute and shit just to go write fanfiction on your laptop and haunt the local barnes and noble café from a corner table for eight hours

[geekishfangirl]

Is there a word for that feeling when you want to read a fic but nothing you find feels quite right? Like, my subconscious has a very specific fic it wants but it can only find things that are similar to that. There’s always one tag missing or something wrong with the way the characters are written.

It’s like writer’s block but for readers 😭

Reader’s block??? I don’t know, whatever it is I’m tired of experiencing it.

[buttercreampuff]

Hey want to know what drives me absolutely fucking insane????

This.

THIS.

Like...

None of those can be used together at all! They fucking cancel eachother out!!!!

"Creator chose not to use archive warnings" WELL YOU LITERALLY DID SO IDK WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO BE

"No archive warnings apply" but "graphic deceptions of violence" *IS* an archive warning!!!!!!

[starlightcats]

what to do when the fic title came to you but the actual story hasn’t. like what do you mean I have the most shakespearean freaking title

and no actual fic for it

‘the closet is made of tinted glass’

who gave me this idea and can I have the fic that goes with it please? I beg? Also if this makes it out of the void pls send the fic? I need a new fandom to obsess over

[max-nicoxfandom]

One thing that I'm sad that a lot of fics get wrong about touch aversion/touch starvation (as someone who is both) is the fact that every single touch hurts. Maybe not hurts, but feels bad. Like having characters figure out that they like something, needs to jump through like 20 hoops of "this feels terrible. Please leave me alone but don't stop touching me ever, but also I think I'm gonna throw up, this is the worst. I love you. I'm dying."

Plus the only way to cure it is to feel like shit while doing it until you don't feel like shit anymore. Whether that means light pressure for long periods of time (I hate that but not everyone is me), heavy pressure for short periods of time (my beloved), or any other combination, you just have to suck it up and it's TERRIBLE !! TERRIBLE !!!

[purplepeptobismol]

CHAPTER 7 of ‘I Will Make Of You’ is now out on AO3!!

Chapter Number: 7/12

Relationships: Kenny McCormick/Leopold "Butters" Stotch, Kyle Broflovski/Stan Marsh, Craig Tucker/Tweek Tweak, Kenny McCormick & Original Character(s)

Chapter Summary: Kenny wakes up after his death. In trying to cheer Cooper up, things go even more south

This is honestly my favorite chapter EVER!! I would really appreciate it if you guys could share it with any others who might like it 🥹🥹🫶🫶 this story has seriously invaded my entire psyche!

[kacchanot-fucking-deal-with-this]

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[blvvdk3ep]

can't wait to finish college and get my first big boy job so I can give money to my favorite ao3 writers like a 15th century pope giving palaces and silver to the cardinals who supported his ascension to the papacy

[crimson-constellations]

i have a pattern for find out my fav fics in each fandom im in that consists in me looking for some quick fluffy shit to read bfr bed but being so tired i barely understand a thing forgeting about it for months then picking it to reread by pure accident just to transcend to the fucking skies over how good it actually is

[castielssuperhell]

we’re all collectively traumatised from the last time ao3 was trending

[softstarryblanket]

got a free burn at Mt. Blaze how's it looking

[illyth]

Me, after getting completely burnt out by a job and not writing creatively for like four years: man I really should think about writing something again. I just need to find something I am passionate about to use as a jumping off point *immediately starts writing LU fanfic*

I'm gonna post the full thing on AO3 either tomorrow or Sunday but for the time being I just wanted to share this somewhere. This is a 400 word excerpt of a single chapter that is maybe half written and already 2000 words and I am planning on there being 3 chapters total so hand to god trust me there will be context at some point (if you know me irl no you don't jk y'all know im a complete gremlin for fanfic) Idk how good it is exactly but its the first thing I have written in so long that I actually want other people to see and I crave feedback, so do with that what you will lmao

cw: violence, blood, injury, the slightest body horror

Time and the Deity both snarled, lunging the god’s blade forward. Majora flung itself forward as well, its inhuman screams reaching a frenzied pitch as it whipped its clawlike hands towards the Deity’s face. Behind it, he could see the length of the helix greatsword erupting from the monstrosity’s back, spraying black blood outwards into the moonlight. But Majora pushed forward still, and Time could feel the Deity’s revulsion as its fingers grasped the sides of their face. Time braced himself for it to rake its claws against his face in dying spite, but something changed. Gently, oh so gently, Majora sank its claws into the flesh below his ears. The Deity screamed in rage and pain, but Time felt no pain. Instead, Time felt callused fingers slip into the seams between the Deity’s consciousness and his own and felt roughly textured knuckles run across his face while the Fierce Deity’s power was pulled from him. In a brief flash of light, Time felt the Fierce Deity fully recede back to his mask.

Time came back to himself holding the Fierce Deity’s blade as it began slowly dissolving into light, the crimson blood dripping from its edges and darkening the dirt beneath them. His mind was hazy and unfocused, as if stunned by a thunderclap. His faculties began returning, but there was a lethargy to them he just couldn’t shake. A distant corner of his brain recognized his brothers in the background, but whatever they were saying couldn’t pierce the numbing in his ears. Inches away from him, Time saw the host of Majora begin trembling. The Fierce Deity’s mask slipped through scarred fingers and dropped to the ground. The host reached towards Majora’s mask with a black arm that was covered in elaborate etchings and ornamentation. After a moment, the cursed mask came loose before also dropping to the ground, clattering off the Deity’s mask. All sound was muffled save for the plip of blood drops staining the masks below as Time’s mind struggled to process the sight in front of him “…Wild?” he managed to wheeze out after a moment’s pause. This didn’t make any sense. Where did Majora go? And why was Wild standing right where-

Time’s thoughts ground to a halt as he looked lower. The helix blade wielded by the Deity, shaking slighting in his weakening grip, was rammed through Wild’s chest to the hilt.

[ignis-aeternus]

so in the past month-ish there have been two separate instances where a friend of mine has had reason to show me that the fandoms I enjoy (namely star trek and a niche book series I'm obsessed with) have thriving fanfiction communities (context: While I did already know this about Star Trek, I have never read fanfiction or dove into that corner of the internet b/c I find it a little intimidating lol)

Anyways I've been thinking about Star Trek Voyager a little too much, specifically the ending and how unsatisfying it is.

There's a little voice in the back of my head telling me to spend what little free time I have writing something from the perspective of various crewmembers like a month after the Voyager gets back to Earth. It would inevitably be bad and I know this but like what iffffff?????????

[purplepeptobismol]

The urge to quit my job and become a full time fic writer is strong. I was born to do this.