#this is my first contribution to this fandom

[communist-hatsunemiku]

The feelings of community that come from participation, even when just listening to songs, and consuming a range of representations from fans, were brought up as deeply important to the participants - Kilo mentioned that “vocaloid music is genuinely the first music I've ever truly related to or felt less alone with. ‘Rolling girl’ still holds a place in my heart! But I’ve had so many songs that have struck a chord with me over the years for multiple reasons.” Another participant directly relates the Kikuo song ‘You are a Worthless Child’ to their experience growing up as an Asian child, saying “this is like an everyday song to us.” One step further than this, a participant brought forward the example of the interview with artists Deco*27 and Wowaka, wherein they joked about seeing Miku as their daughter and mother respectively, laughing about their relationship was brought together by her (Natalie.mu, 2017). Through these discussions and others similar, it appears that fans of Miku experience affect in response to the fan- made media texts on a much stronger and more personal level than they may with “normal” characters. Miku as a surface for the circulation of desire is thus not only fully capable of circulating intensities, but she does so on a level which is both more freely accessible, and potentially more closely impactful than that of others. This allowance of affect may contribute toward the deep, almost familial attachments that many fans have to Miku (such as Deco*27 and Wowaka); the lack of narrative does not prevent a complete attachment to her, but rather encourages the presentation and circulation of more abstract experiences and emotions, leading to a different mode of attachment than that which is seen typically. Miku as an assemblage thus provides space for the fans to participate in a state of potentiality - their lives are enriched by the bearing of their souls through this surface, and as new connections are created, boundaries between themselves, others and “Miku” become blurred - which inevitably leads to the circulation of intense and deeply moving emotion, as seen by these participants experiences.

Hatsune Miku - The “False Idol” and her Fandom as a Body Without Organs

[nosferatini]

Writers Guild Presents: The Evening of Nightingales

Cover art by my incredible friend @daneecastle! Why yes, she does have a Patreon! Go check it out!

Fluffy first time smut, anyone???

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Ineffable Turbo Virgins

Status: 10k, Complete

Summary:

The Book of Life told Aziraphale that a Holy Union would make the two of them inseparable. Two names—one demon and one angel—now written as one, in permanent ink. Well, that covers their ethereal souls… but what about the rest? It’s their wedding night, and the nightingales are singing in Berkeley Square. What magic is abroad in the bookshop air tonight? 

Read it on AO3:

The Evening of Nightingales

Excerpt:

Crowley’s eyes darkened as he watched, breath hitching under the sound of Aziraphale’s noises. A moan escaped the angel’s mouth around the shiny surface of the apple, and the demon bit his lip.  “Mmphh…” Crowley was glad he’d stripped out of the wet outer clothes. His smoking jacket’s silk lining yielded under his body’s reactions as pinpricks of excitement quickened his pulse. He could smell the fruit burst into the air with every cherubic nibble. He inhaled Aziraphale’s fading cologne and that delicious honeydew and ginger emanating from his hair. A tiny trickle of juice collected at the corner of Aziraphale’s mouth, and Crowley had to school himself against licking it away.  Too soon… he thought. They would make this last. They’d earned that. He had never ached so. And Aziraphale, his posture melting to something languid and lazy, felt quite the same.  The angel tilted his head back to look at the demon. His eyes were wells of emotion as he chewed the apple with leisurely content. Wells that begged one to dip the pail in, to taste the water. To drink deeply… Crowley swallowed so loud the storm could have heard it. Outside, great dapples of water washed against the window, a Van Gogh of purple and amber hues reflecting the seasonal lights strung down the street. Then all at once, the street lights went out, and every splash upon the glass was black as the vast night beyond.  The two celestial entities within the bookshop flat vaguely registered the dimming of the light, but their world currently consisted of the warmth of the fire and each other’s breaths, the noises they were making, and the unmistakable charge in the air between them.  If they’d had a mind to think about it, they might have realized that was where all the power had just been diverted to. But their eyes weren’t looking at the firmament. Trueform and corporeal alike were transfixed with the motions of an angel's jaw and the twitching of a demon’s slitted pupils. Aziraphale took another bite of the apple.  Crunch. Juice was rolling down Crowley’s thumb and Aziraphale’s chin. The angel made a move to reach for a handkerchief. But Crowley smacked the hand like a chef chasing away prying fingers from an unfinished dish. His voice was firm, but hushed. “Leave it.” The palpitation of Aziraphale’s heart matched the rhythm of the rain for a moment. He swallowed, accidentally downing a larger chunk of apple than he’d intended, and watched as Crowley fixed him with a roguish smirk. The demon drew a slow breath before speaking again.  “What do you want, angel?” Aziraphale brightened, his mouth glistening with the wet of consumption. “I want…” he breathed, “to taste… you .”

Hello fandom! This is my contribution to the goodomensafterdark Pillow Fight!

It is a stand alone work, as well as a tasty teaser (an appeteaser if you will!) for The Season of Nightingales, which I hope you will consider reading! It also serves as an EXPLICIT replacement for Chapter 35, (so if you're already reading Nightingales, keep going and you'll get to this!)

Oh, hi by the way! My name is Nos, and I am a beta addict. 🫣 Please join me in a toast to my beta readers @addledmongoose, @dbacklot99 @demonsandpieohmy @on1occasionfork @brenna and u/blackjeans93 for all the love, attention and patience they gave! I am so spoiled!

Okay I swear I’m ACTUALLY done with this fic now. lol. 

@kotias I will tag GOAD now. I mean goodomensafterdark. I mean... Shit I forgot how? Let me google it....

"Am I GrdOmensAftrDrk?" — no?

"how to know if I am at grdominzdick?" — that didn't work.

"AT ERMAGRRDomenzafyerdark?" — am I close yet?

Wait, I forgot, you're French! Lets try…. Au BonnesOmenzApresNuit!!!

No? lol. Fine. @goodomensafterdark

[includedisco]

I can't possibly know the pain of writing in English when it's not your first language, but what I do know is that the agony is real.

I admit that in my younger years,I didn't bother reading stories that weren't in perfect English. I've done some growing up now and I have more respect for other people's art, no matter what form it comes in.

I just want to say that let's do our best to support fanfic stories written by our fellow writers whose English isn't that great yet. Let's try to see the art in between the lines.

It's much harder for them to write than it is for us who can write good English and yet they resiliently and courageously continue to contribute to our beloved fandoms.

To everyone who is still writing despite this challenge, and striving to improve every day, you guys are the real ones. Mad respect🤝 your constant effort can only lead you to greatness in writing.

Don't let this shortcoming discourage you. This is not your fault, and It doesn't make you any less of a writer

[tigertaurus22]

Here’s my little contribution to the Slay the Princess fandom.

I created an OC called The Child. She doesn’t really have a name, just like her parents. Yeah, she’s supposed to be the daughter of the Princess and the Decider.

Warning: Major Spoilers ahead if you haven’t played the game yourself or watched too many videos about it

She comes from another timeline where she was born after everything is said and done and the Long Quiet and Shifting Mound leave together as their true selves.

I imagine she stumbles upon another Construct and is only able to enter it during the events of Apotheisis when the Princess tears a hole into the Construct’s walls. She takes the form a small speck of light that goes completely unnoticed by the Shifting Mound at first.

After this, the Child becomes part of almost every scenario the Long Quiet creates, only appearing in the second and third Chapters. She refers to the SM and LQ as her mother and father, much to their confusion.

In the second chapters, she meets LQ inside the cabin, in the room with the Pristine Blade, and goes on before him.

In the third chapters, she meets LQ just outside the cabin, warning him of what he might find. Depending on the situation, she either stays outside where it’s safe or goes in with him.

Like her mother, her appearance changes with each Chapter. In The Nightmare, the Princess is enamored with the Child because she can actually withstand the effects and even give off her own. She’s happy to let her play with LQ too and escape with her.

In the Spectre, the Child serves as the Princess’ only company before LQ comes back, taking on a half-spectral form herself.

In the Witch, she is initially distrustful of LQ and scurries off to her mother’s side upon his entry. The Princess is protective of the Child, like any mother cat would be.

In the Adversary, the Child acts as the referee while the Princess and LQ duke it out. They’re indifferent to her but still aware she’s there.

I imagine that, in the Happily Ever After scenario, the Child will present an interesting divergence. She gets sleepy and the Princess will want to put her to bed, leading the Hero to the girl’s room in the Tower-Cabin. There, we’ll see evidence of her true nature in drawings she plastered on the wall. The Child will also let the LQ in on the fact Smitten was with the Princess.

I have my own scenario in mind for an original Chapter 2. I call it The Mother, wherein the Cabin turns into a veritable cottage. The front room appears very cozy and home-y, basically a living room, with a couch/bed tucked into the corner.

A table is there, littered with papers and drawing implements, but no blade.

The basement has been turned into a kitchen/pantry/dining room and we find the Princess hard at work using the Pristine Blade as a regular kitchen knife, attached to a longer chain that will only let her move to as far as the door. The Child is waiting patiently at the table for her food to be ready.

It’s basically just them playing House, and could go a few different ways.

The Child’s mission is to explore and learn about how her parents were before she was born, but after being traumatized a little, she wants to escape and rejoin her real parents who are already out in the real world together.

When the LQ asks the Shifting Mound about the Child, she will claim she knows nothing about her. Unlike the Narrator, the Child is a real person but an outsider. An Intruder.

The Narrator won’t know what to make of her, but from appearances alone, he might conclude that she was related to the Hero somehow. Though he’ll claim that’s impossible (because he didn’t create her).

[owmynutsconbusted]

My first contribution to this fandom

[jinxtheshadow]

hi chat, kicking off my first contribution to the HoND fandom in 2025 with this sloppy ahh sketch i did while i’m sick asf on vacation, enjoy~

[tabby-shieldmaiden]

OH NO SHE CAN’T HEAR YOU SHE HAS AIRPODS ON!

[14muffinz]

One of those miraculous chatfics where the heroes and their civillian identities are put in a groupchat with friends, except it's the entire class and the entire hero team, and over time they slowly but surely use their hero accounts more and more until they're subconsiously calling one another civillian names while Marinette's staring in silent horror like oh god what the fuck did I do

Adrien is having too much fun making Aspik and Chat hate one another to notice

[thicc-mint-cookie]

This is the laziest thing I’ve ever made but the fit possessed me

[beeskits]

hello klapollo nation

[frenzyfeline]

Jentry if she was a freak BASED

(also yes, i've acquired a new hyperfixation)

[seventh-district]

Making Incorrect H:SR Quotes Until I Run Out of (hopefully) Original Ideas - Pt. 1 - Ratiorine Messages Edition

[Pt. 2] [Pt. 3] [Pt. 4] [Pt. 5] [Pt. 6]

[koalasmashedoneucalyptus]

This has been sitting in my drafts

[cai-arcaive]

remy lebeau my beloved ✨

(pose used for down right by mellon soup ❤️)

[blueathn]

Yeah so the plan didn’t really work out

[yourlocalabomination]

Nerdy Days