#this is in ao3 too

[serafiel-jacobs]

His Favorite (Fanfic)

Angst One Shot about Geppetto's favorite Puppet💛

“Giuseppe Geppetto, it’s an honor for me to interview the father of all puppets”

Geppetto would have rather not done this interview, yet here he is, representing the Workshop Union, as it is his duty as the director, “Please, that’s quite the title, you can call me Geppetto if you like”

“Well Mr. Geppetto, there is no denying the success you and your puppets have, I suppose you are excited about the showcase of the Grand Exhibition”

“Yes… it has been on my mind”

It seems now that enough time has passed where people no longer give their condolences once they see him, why should they? He should have moved on by now.

“Wonderful, I’ve been informed that not just newer models will be involved but a showcase of previous ones, a brief history of their creation so to speak”

That was his idea, Venigni suggested they should focus on their new technology, he is not fond of the puppets that were created before the Grand Covenant, however, he worked hard to make all of those models, old and new, “That is correct, all puppets ever created will have their spotlight”

“I am quite curious, and I believe I speak for a lot of people when I ask this… which is your favorite puppet? What is your greatest creation?”

—-

Geppetto looked at the boy, standing still in front of him, quietly, he never spoke unless spoken to, how long had he been standing there waiting for him to say something?

“Oh please forgive me, I was just consumed in some old memories”

The boy nods, saying how he just came back from the Grand Exhibition, telling him about what the alchemists were scheming. Geppetto knew he should have never trusted them, it’s all their fault this happened, spreading that damned disease, it’s their fault he…

Geppetto takes a deep breath, composing himself, “This must be devastating for Antonia, you should keep her company in these hard times”

Again, the boy nods, so dutiful, so obedient towards him. He is almost out of the door when Geppetto calls for him again, how foolish of him, he almost forgot. Opening one of the drawers in his desk and standing up, the two of them now in front of each other.

“I have a gift for you”

Geppetto smiles, revealing a necklace that has a small quartz as its decoration, not a real one of course, those are too valuable to waste on a necklace, rather one he made himself out of the limited tools he has instead. Gently putting it around his neck, the boy smiling widely at him.

“Do you like it?”

He nods enthusiastically, he loves it and makes his feelings well known to his father.

“A precious gift to someone who is very precious to me,” Geppetto played with his hair, everything was well, everything should have been perfect.

Yet something in the back of his mind bothered him.

“… You wouldn’t give this to anyone else would you?”

The boy shakes his head, it’s a special gift from his father, and he would never give it away to anyone else.

“That’s good,” Geppetto breathed a sigh of relief, “Thank you, for always being such a good boy to me”

Geppetto extended his arms, at first the boy was a little confused until he realized his father was going to hug him, so ecstatic that he forgot to manage his force, being a little too forceful with his father as they hugged each other, apologizing immediately, making Geppetto laugh.

“It’s okay, I’m happy you think so fondly of me,” Geppetto looked at him, no, he looked behind him, at that painting, “Soon, the two of us will be the family we were always meant to be”

—-

Geppetto took a deep breath, stepping inside Hotel Krat, blood splattered across the entrance, he sighed, something for him to clean up later. Slowly walking into the front lobby, his age makes it so he has a harder time these days, feeling how the puppets had their gaze on him, staring directly and intensely, he paid them no mind. It was a rushed job, he can polish them up later once he has the proper tools, for now, he has other priorities.

Upstairs, he enters the room, having no time to say anything before Carlo almost tackles him with a hug, ecstatic to his father again.

“Carlo, I’m so happy to see you too,” Geppetto smiled, looking at his son, wiping some blood out of his face, “What happened this time?”

“Some people came,” Carlo smiled back at him, “I didn’t like them, they didn’t want to play with me”

Not the first time this happens, it looks like he is going to have to make some adjustments to the security system of the Hotel. He should have done that when he deactivated the stargazer, but it doesn’t matter now, he won’t let anyone else enter, they could hurt his precious son. This is for Carlo’s sake too, so far he hasn’t tried to sneak out, yet Geppetto worries he might do so one of these days, he is a good boy just… a little mischievous from time to time, and he cannot allow that.

“Son, you have your toys to play downstairs with, you don’t need more playmates,” Geppetto played with his hair, “But if you are feeling lonely, I can build you more”

Carlo pointed at the chair on the opposite side of the room, “I want that one!”

Geppetto turned to look at it, on the floor was the box, opened, and on that chair…

“It’s going to be difficult Carlo,” Geppetto’s voice was gentle trying not to upset him, “He needs a heart, one like yours”

“Can’t I give him half of mine?” Carlo pouted.

“No, sweetheart that’s not how it works,” Geppetto touched Carlo’s chest, his gray and decayed skin made it almost feel numb. His fingers began to glow, the mechanism working as intended. It’s all looking good, his heart is stable, there are no issues, there shouldn’t be any issues, yet does this constantly, as a father, he needs to be sure.

Taking his palm away, Carlo cries out in pain, Geppetto comforting him, saying how everything is going to be alright, that soon, they can be the family they were always meant to be.

“Father-”

“Carlo, it’s getting late, I don’t want you staying up for too long,” Geppetto’s voice was now firm, “You know it’s time for you to go to bed”

Carlo pouted again, he didn’t want to go to bed, but now his chest hurts really badly. It always hurts when father does that, it’s for his own good, that’s what his father says. Because his heart is special, no one else has a heart like his, Carlo knows his father is right because each time someone comes here, he takes theirs away, and none of them have his kind of heart.

“I’ll be there in a moment, there is something I need to do first”

Carlo nodded, quickly leaving the room. Once again, Geppetto took a deep breath, making his way towards the chair, he really needs to find a way for Carlo to stop snooping around his belongings. He carries the boy in his arms and carefully sets him inside the box, his eyes closed looking as if he was sleeping, the boy had asked him before what sleeping felt like.

Geppetto touched his face gently, he is still wearing that necklace, making him smile, he never took it off, he never let anything bad happen to it, he wore it when he gave him the heart and he is still wearing it now.

Geppetto put his hands on the box ready to close it, his thoughts consuming him and making him stop. Thoughts about the alchemists, about the frenzy, how Carlo died, thoughts about the past…

“… which is your favorite puppet? What is your greatest creation?”

“Thank you, for always being such a good boy to me,” Geppetto couldn’t stop smiling now that he knew his answer, whispering the boy’s name one last time before sealing the box shut, not to be opened ever again.

[izzythedemigod]

I just found the funniest font ever

Like. What is this. Why is this. Who is the target audience of this?

[minyicho]

starting a collection of my favourite AO3 author’s notes

honourable mentions

[color-ns]

Sometimes tweeter people know their stuff- this is the right kind of toxic angst I want to read.

[just-a-random-bakugo-stan]

Fanfic so good you gotta stop and scroll on social media to not get overwhelmed

[i-will-write]

reading my own fics as a reference for a new wip and squinting at it like "how the hell did I do that"

[brawlite]

god bless the ao3 users with public bookmarks who have the same taste as you and who read/bookmark often. love getting lost in someone's bountiful bookmarks for days, you're rly doing a public service

[grimalkinmessor]

When I tell you that I have read fanfic characterizations so OOC that they'd classify as an original character, trust me I have read THOUSANDS. But you know what I don't do? :) Tell the author of those fanfics that they might as well classify that character as an original character if they're going to write them like one. Because that's fucking rude. People don't owe you your preferred characterizations. The back button is free.

[frownyalfred]

hey just for the record, if you’re on r/ao3 and keep running into these kinds of comments on bookmark related posts — it’s not a good take. calling someone’s writing “slop” and saying it deserves criticism for being bad BECAUSE it’s posted publicly might seem like a nuanced take, but I promise it isn’t.

yes, sometimes us writers get a little too obsessed over a cryptic comment or bookmark; no, that doesn’t actually mean the solution is to say whatever you want in them because authors “deserve” your honesty. 

I know we’re in a touchy time for readers and writers, but comments like these are NOT kind, refreshing, or nuanced. they’re just kind of mean and discouraging.

[violentbirds]

*kisses fan art on the forehead and then tosses it into the void*

Another star wars illustration for that one discord im in that obsesses over an ao3 series where Luke is hired to work on Vader’s ship and slowly de-corrupts Vader… but instead of turning him “good” he just sorta turns him feral. (Arguably, that is Anakin’s natural state.)

[serafiel-jacobs]

Trapped (Fanfic)

One shot about the Real boy ending

tw// Dissociation ,Body Dysphoria, Body Horror, Suicide Attempt ,Self-Harm , Attempted Murder

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

Carlo is back, he is alive, and he has his body again.

Except it isn't his real body.

Carlo looks at his body in the mirror.

It’s perfect, his hands, his face, his hair, his eyes.

He is back from death, and he is happy, his father is happy. They finally spent time with each other, his father never leaves his side. Carlo has his friends (his toys) to play with, they are hidden in the basement of the house, no one else can see them, but no one else can see Carlo, he isn’t allowed outside his home either. “Son, people wouldn’t understand how you came back” That’s what his father says and it´s reassuring, and father never leaves his side, he works from home now, and he says that he would never leave him again, that he would never neglect him again.

He doesn’t need anything else, he has all he could want now.

——-

Carlo feels bored, his toys don’t entrain him as much anymore.

“Father, can I have Romeo back?”

He is lonely, he wants a friend, his real friend back, and one day, when he wakes up Romeo is there, not a fake like the others, but his friend is there, and he is happy, he is excited, Romeo looks confused at first, but then he is happy to see Carlo again, that is, until Carlo explains what happened, and the expression in Romeo’s face changes.

He is scared, he is scared of him now.

But unlike the others, the others who didn’t understand, who had to be killed, Romeo doesn’t protest, he stays by his side, they have each other now, it doesn’t matter to Carlo that Romeo looks sad every time they talk, it doesn’t matter that sometimes Romeo pleads with him to snap out of it, to run away from his father, it doesn’t matter.

Because Romeo doesn’t leave him, he still plays with him, and that’s enough for Carlo.

——-

Carlo steps out of the shower and looks in the mirror, but there is something wrong, he takes a closer look, and there are details of his body he hadn’t noticed before, he is taller now, his face is a bit rounder, and his nose is slightly bigger, but he didn’t change, he had never noticed until now.

He looks at his face in the mirror and for a second, he doesn’t see his face

He sees his brother’s face.

The brother his father killed to bring him back.

——

Carlo loves his father, he really does, he has never loved him so much before.

He always gives him anything he wants, he doesn’t even question why, he is more affectionate now, and he talks with him.

“I’m sorry Carlo, I’m so sorry”

He apologizes, he does this all the time, his father regrets all of his past mistakes, he can see that and he understands.

———

Carlo is awake at night, he can’t sleep, he puts his hands all over his body, carefully studying every detail about it.

It’s his, it should be his, it looks like his body, but it’s harder, sturdier, his flesh doesn’t feel real, he wants to rip his skin out, he grabs at his hair, and he pulls it with force, he hurts himself because this body doesn’t feel right.

“This is me, this is me, this is really me” He repeats himself all night until he falls asleep.

——-

Carlo hates his father.

He hates him so much, he can’t stand his father, and one day it’s too much for him, he pushes his father onto the floor, he is much stronger than his father, he is on top of him, choking him, his father desperately gasps for air, but he doesn’t try to stop him.

Why isn’t he trying to stop him?

“I love you Carlo” he barely manages to let the words out, and Carlo stops, he stands up and looks away from his father, who is gasping on the floor for air, Carlo’s body shakes, he feels disgusting, but he doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t say anything for a week, the words don’t come out of him, and sometimes he just stares at the wall, or stays completely still.

He doesn’t understand, this feels like a nightmare, he wishes this was a nightmare.

———-

Carlo plays with his toys and Romeo, he thinks that will cheer him up, specially since Romeo has stopped bothering him about leaving his father’s side, Carlo loves his father and would never leave him.

Romeo isn’t scared anymore, he isn’t sad anymore, but Carlo can see something else in his eyes.

He pities him.

And he doesn’t like that, but Carlo doesn’t say anything, Romeo is his friend, his only friend, and friends should always be together, right? No matter how hard times get friends are always there for each other, to confide in each other.

“Romeo… do you ever feel like, you are not yourself?”

Romeo says something to him, but Carlo can’t hear it, his mind blocks out the words, his head hurts, and he wants to stop playing now, he doesn’t feel fine.

———

Carlo looks at his body in the mirror.

His disgusting body, the body he stole and he can’t stand it, he punches the mirror with force, his hand is covered in blood, he has shards of glass stuck in his hands.

“This isn’t me, this isn’t me, this isn’t me, this isn’t me, this isn’t me this isn’t me”

Carlo constantly repeats, as he grabs one of the shards on the floor, and puts it to his neck.

————

His father stops him of course, he would never let Carlo die, he would never let him die again, he takes care of him, and he makes sure he doesn’t hurt himself again. He tells him that he loves him, and he begs him to never do that again, but he doesn’t ask why, why he did it, deep down his father knows why he did it.

But Carlo doesn’t stop, he tries to hurt himself more, well, he isn’t trying to hurt himself, rather he is trying to hurt the body, the fake body, this repulsive body he is in.

His father always stops him, Carlo can see that his father is in distress, that he feels despair, he doesn’t know what to do, and he feels desperate, it hurts Carlo to see him that way but he doesn’t stop.

That is, until one day when he is in the basement playing, Romeo starts to cry, and now he too begs him to stop, so he stops, he can’t make his friend sad, even if Carlo wants to gouge his eyes out so he can never see himself again, even if he wants to rip his heart out, he stops, because his friend asked him too, and Carlo is not a bad friend, he would do anything for Romeo.

———-

Carlo wakes up every day, and he feels like he is trapped in a prison of flesh, like a ghost possessing a body, a body that he can never leave.

He sees himself in the broken mirror, and he sees Pinocchio sometimes, but Pinocchio isn’t mad at him, he smiles at him, because that idiot loves him, that stupid idiot loves him and he doesn’t care that his brother took his body, Carlo feels like a thief, he robbed Pinocchio of his life.

And he screams, and just keeps screaming and he can’t stop.

———

Carlo loves his father, and he can see how much his father loves him because he screams at his father, curses him, he tells him how much he hates him but his father doesn’t say anything, he just takes it, and later when Carlo is done yelling, he apologizes and tells him he loves him.

At night, Carlo goes into his father’s room, he has been doing this for some time now, he stands there, next to his father’s bed, with a knife in his hands, he wants to kill him, but he never kills him, his father loves him and he shouldn’t hurt his father, his father always knows he is there, and he never says anything, he knows Carlo hates him, but a father loves his son no matter what.

This night is different, Carlo gets closer to his father and closer, but he puts the knife down on the bed table, pulls the covers, and lays down with his father, who hugs him tightly.

Carlo feels small, very small, he feels like he is a child again, who had a nightmare and snuck into his parent's room to be with them.

But Mommy isn’t here now, she is dead, and unlike him, she didn’t come back.

“Daddy, am I a good boy?” Carlos’s voice is different, it’s softer, he sounds just like when he was a child, he is terrified, and he is shaking.

“Yes Carlo, you are a good boy, you are the best boy I could ever ask for”

Carlo is crying, he is sobbing, but this is just a nightmare, a bad dream, and Daddy can make him feel better.

“Make it stop, make it stop, please, just make it stop”

Carlo can’t stop crying, he is hugging his father back, his daddy is an engineer, maybe he can fix this, maybe he can fix him, he can fix his body.

———

Carlo wakes up in the morning, but the nightmare isn’t over, it never ends, and he cries and screams but it doesn’t end.

But he has Romeo and he has his father.

And they are trapped in this nightmare with him, and that’s enough for him.

[arttsuka]

i really liked the fact bobby wasnt a joke character in the movie how a different studio might have made him

It was really refreshing to see a plus size character that is there as a comic relief but is also an actual character of the movie. Usually they make them annoying and stereotypical. Thank you netflix for giving us Bobby

[tadfools]

You guys are commenting on the fics you read right? You’re at least leaving kudos on the Astarion smut and the pairs that have less than 20 fics for them too? You’re bookmarking stories you really like that are still being updated and ones that haven’t been touched in over a year right?

You know that even the smallest interactions are like cocaine to fic writers right? You understand how important a string of emoji hearts left behind on a chapter at three am is right?? Right????

You’re treating AO3 like a community and not a content factory….right?

[keferon]

I love when JP fics are like:

This isn’t based on any specific fic but kind of inspired by some of them haha

[chiquilines]

Okay small confession to make. Im obsessed with rarijack

[taxevasionismyfavactivity]

inspired by this post

im wondering if devsis will give us even more yuri in ep 10

also i rlly wanna see awakened HB