#verse. final fantasy

[twinkle-art]

going🚗💨eden raids

[byeolyeou]

a slightly disgruntled rumble vibrates the blond's chest as he lets out a breath of a laugh at their words , tongue running over his teeth . the lion eyes his phone for a moment before scrunching his nose and tucking it back into his pocket after turning the volume off . " i don't - but he'll probably keep calling . "

@byeolyeou sent, “now if you’ll excuse me, i’m going to answer this phone call. it’s probably my father calling to tell me to go fuck myself.” // from dawn, my lion shifter oc

they feel like they've heard that before -- it's hard for their lips to NOT twitch into an amused smile. willow crosses their arms over their chest and they lean back against their motorcycle.

"you don't have to answer."

[cinnamelle]

don't ever let go of what's beloved

[mesherew]

I've had this sketch sitting in my wip folder for months now so i slapped on some colors real quick

[byeolyeou]

axel can't help the snicker that works it's way up his chest at reno's words - gaze shifting to the beast for a moment before he's focusing on the other again . " death by giant cat , i guess . like a weighted blanket but worse . "

" at least he has a sense of fashion . " a snort escapes axel , fingers pushing through his hair before he's leaning a hip against the desk lazily . " see you said that and now i'm wondering how shit like catnip would affect her . "

[nabaath-areng]

Without taking new screenshots, post photos of your OCs as...

Romanceable NPC

Irritable Healer: I—I can manage on my own! I'm simply not used to these shoes yet— <gasp> Hey, put me down! ( He clings around you for support, it doesn't take long before the complaints die down, and his embrace around you squeeze just a little bit tighter than is necessary, hiding his face against you to avoid eye contact. Upon closer examination, you can clearly see that his ears are getting a little red... )

Quest-giver NPC

Short Scholar: I wish I did not have to do this. Under normal circumstances, I'd actually rather die than ask a complete stranger for this manner of help... but I have no other choice. This library did not stop to consider accommodating anyone who is smaller than a damn dhalmel. So I was wondering if... could you— <groan> Urgh, could you just grab the books on the upper shelves for me?! And don't make it obvious to the other visitors that you're helping me out!

Final Boss

The Mourning Mage: Many bodies have I buried in my endless pursuit to try and save lives... Yours will be but droplets in the colossal sea of death I have weathered. I will find the means to end this needless suffering once and for all!

(Stole this from @fourfoldfires cause wanted to do it too <3)

[horsegirlwarcrimes]

now being very invested in a rarepair is rough. but truly nothing beats the suffering of being very into a popular ship but disagreeing w the majority of a fandom on which one tops

[shortdalee]

Sacrifices for the Sun Verse: An Assassin’s Creed and Final Fantasy XV crossover in which Desmond dies and is reborn in another world as Noctis Lucis Caelum.

At thirteen, Ignis was older than royal companions typically were when first selected and introduced to their charges. He knew, of course, that part of the issue had been Prince Noctis’s accident three years ago, one that’d required invasive surgery and intensive physical therapy. King Regis had decided it unwise to introduce them at that time despite Father’s carefully-worded inquiry. And so Ignis’s curriculum had been updated once more. When he was six, his introduction had been delayed to provide him with time to study different mental conditions. Prince Noctis, after all, was a fragile boy, and it would do no one any favors if Ignis, as his companion and future Hand, didn’t know how to handle him. Then came the accident at ten when his knowledge of emergency first aid had to be expanded.

[akirakirxaa]

'𝐶𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐼 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡, 𝐼 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑, 𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑑, 𝑤𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑙 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑠, 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑘𝑒

[soldier-lodbrok]

Ifalna teaching Glenn about the Planet

Let me. I absolutely dig that cliche and this cover and I will drag @holyguardian down with me.

[vqrtualheartss]

CCan you do one where miles find out reader is literally obsessed with art and has a room alone for her drawings and paintings one of them being him

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9:12 pm This is my first request and I love you for it. Anyways, I'm trying to keep this one short and cute because I just realized I cannot make a story short for my life so yea lol.

The like, plot about the senior partner programme is taken from a book I read on wattpad called 'His Tesoro' by sjpwell and I heavily recommend you read it. heavily.

For fem readers, no specific race disclosed

Warnings — idk, bad grammar

In all honesty, deadass, I would've been asleep by now if not risking my hands to ink poisoning or that our teacher was picking the pairs for the annual senior partner programme. You'd basically share classes, be expected to hang out and by the end of the year write a report based on what you learnt about them. There wasn't anyone I was against being paired with but there wasn't anyone I was looking to either, all of them were the same people just different fonts, nothing interesting.

"And lastly we have Miss Valentine and Mr. Morales. Until your new schedules are emailed to you, you are expected to interchange the order of classes starting with the male's in the pair. Happy bonding"

Before I could get up, someone tilted down my phone screen, shifting my attention from it to them, the Mr. Morales— Miles. My nose slowly twitched, as I tried to fight the tug on my lips.

"Hi angel" I sighed, smiling at the nickname. Apparently my last name reminded him of Cupid and because Cupid's somewhat an angel, it makes me one

"Good morning Miles" pushing out my phone gesturing for him to hold it, I gathered my stuff preparing to head to his class. "Formal as always" he shook his head looking down at me with my bag on one shoulder, the other strap swaying freely. I shrugged at his comment, bringing out my hand to retrieve my phone, instead of handing it over, he held onto my hand, intertwining them as he examined the free-styled drawings.

"Talent much? Cool if you could put some on me?" He smiled widely, dangling my phone in his other hand as some type of persuasion. The smile grew evident in my voice, "Alright". I mean, why not, for his half of classes I didn't have to do anything in them so might as well.

"These dopee. Y'know low-key we should get matching ones sometime" . I smiled, "Maybe"

Annoyed at my frequent one word responses he turned around to face me as I slipped from underneath his arm " I hope you're not gonna be like this when I come by later."

Standing infront him with my mouth slightly agape, I questioned, my arms mirroring his crossed ones. "When you do what?"

"How else are we supposed to get to know eachother? And I'm guessing you're eager to kick me out and wrap this up" Narrowing my eyes, I pinched and rubbed my nose bridge.

There weren't many reasons why he couldn't stay over but they held alot of weight, one being my art room and two I'd probably make a fool of myself.

Looking up at him to protest, he swiftly transferred his initialized chain from his neck to mine before walking off and shouting, "Text me the directions and I'll be there" .

I dragged a hand down my face, I was going to send him them but that bitch.

knock knock, the door creaked open as a faint light faltered to the floor

"Miles? If that's you come in" "Woww, now imagine if I was a serial killer" Taking off his jacket, he continued "You would've been dead by now"

I shrugged , eyes never leaving the sketchbook propped on my right knee. He turned around, a dead expression on his face as he dragged the book from my lap "Nah, you gave your word" I most definitely did not

"Okay, fine, my attention's yours and yours only. Happy?" I gave him a tight-lipped smile as he sat on my bed, flipping through the pages "very" .

I remained a neutral expression as if my heart wasn't waiting to jump outside my chest.

Recently he's been the center of attention of my art and obviously I don't need him to see that. My heart rate calmed, his eyebrows furrowing, the pages seemingly went blank "I thought you drew more than this?" "I recently started that sketchbook,"

My expression softened, smiling internally as relief took over my body. However, my mind went as blank as the pages. Where the hell are those drawings then ?.

He hummed, moving from the bed to the office chair. He slid it over beside me before holding onto the chain with a finger of his, bringing me even closer to him.

"This makes it look like you belong to me in some way".

I copied his 'hm' in response despite my stomach flipping on end. He tugged on the chain releasing it. "I swear to god I'm going to make you talk. One way or another" leaning back into the chair manspreading, I smiled while maintaining a scowl. "Ew, you look like a man"

"Oh so now you speak?" He scoffed before continuing "Where's your bathroom" "Straight down, first door on your..." I paused a bit unsure of the direction to tell him ".. right, first door on your right"

He leaned on the door frame, crossing his arms "Don't know your directions by now?" "Get out"

Glancing at the time on my phone a few times, it took me a while to register that Miles was gone for more than 20 minutes "That's weird". Heading outside, I shuffled to the bathroom that he would've went to find it empty. I stood with my hands wrapped around my torso trying to figure his whereabouts. Shit. I went to the one place I hope he wasn't, my art room.

Approaching said room I saw the door slightly ajar, his shadow lingering on the walls. Without a plan I went inside, harshly biting down on my lip to brace myself for future embarrassment.

"You really weren't going to show me this?" I nervously laughed, eyes darting around the room inspecting for any sketches, drawings or paintings with him as the centerpiece. My eyes lingered on a drawing of Miles a little longer than I should've, he sent himself in the direction of my gaze. I shut my eyes, squeezing my fists tighter with each passing second. He took up the sketchbook situated on the desk, twirling through the recent pages before turning.

"Is this me?" His eyebrows drawing nearer as he grinned. I bit harder onto my lip before attempting to diffuse the awkwardness of the situation, even if it was just on my side. "No?"

"Looks an awful lot like me" Placing the book into its original position he folded his arms, sitting infront the desk

"I do not have the mental capacity for this" I sighed, shaking my head. A bead of blood formed on my lips.

Looking up and down my frustration filled body, he replied "Got me on your mind a lot, huh?" Laughing at his own teasing, I used the base off my hands to rub my eyes viciously, an honest attempt to push in my eyeballs.

Morphing into a ball of embarrassment, a smug expression splashed on his face. Hissing my teeth, the colours of his eyes went onyx as he stared. I returned his challenging gaze before he stood up, walking over and standing dangerously close.

Towering over my height, he smirked holding my chin between two fingers. What the fuckk. In that second I felt.. wierd, warm and fuzzy on the inside.

IDK HOW TO END THIS SO I DIDN'T.

©vqrtualheartss 2023 ©dae 2023

[novella-november]

Is this fanfic friendly? I feel like an outlier.

I guess this is my sign it's time to throw together a FAQ post to link to lol.

Yes, every event for this blog is fanfic friendly :D

Though as I mentioned on my Ominous October post, for events that include multiple short stories, I encourage everyone to flex their creativity and take one of their planned short story fanfics, and at least *attempt* to turn one of them into something entirely original; rebuilding a character and story from the ground up to stand on its own two legs is no easy feat, and that is what makes it so fun!

It really gets your creative gears turning, to make an "au of an existing material" to be something entirely original, and you can be pleasantly surprised about the things you come up with!

As a few people say, its not just a matter of "filing the serial numbers off" -- you have to add in just as much *or more* as what you take out when you are turning a fanfiction into something that is original and completely divorced from its original source material / inspiration, and that is a hard, but very rewarding challenge!

Obviously, this is not a requirement (there's no hard requirements for any of the challenges, other than no cheating, including no using AI),

but if you would like an extra challenge for the short story events and you're planning on doing entirely fan-fiction, I highly recommend trying it out at least once, and seeing where it leads you--

you may find yourself pleasantly surprised by what you find down that rabbit hole!

[hoppips]

temptation

[ao3-anonymous]

Fastest Growing Fandoms on AO3 This Week (09/18/2023)

Every week I pull data on how many fics are in each fandom and compare to the previous week, then calculate the percentage increase to determine fastest growing fandoms.  Since this naturally skews towards smaller fandoms, I have included the same data filtered to Over 1k, 5k, & 10k fics.

Overall:

Over 1,000 Fics:

Over 5,000 Fics:

Over 10,000 Fics:

Source: AO3 Fandom Dashboard

[coffiishake]

In my two decades of living I’ve collected silly little guys that make me happy :) this is definitely not all of them and I’m probably missing some but these are the ones that I remembered :D Omw to collect more funny lil guys

[yellowmagicalgirl]

Every time I look at the Fandom Gift Basket list of empty baskets hoping I can help them, and then I realize that I know very few of the requested fandoms, and the ones I do know I don't wanna write for. So, I'm outsourcing the fanwork to tumblr, in hopes that someone here can make a gift for the people participating.