#where are my fanfic writers at

[persephoneflouwers]

favorite fics ??

Alright it took me more than a month to reply, but honestly this year has been shit for two months now so I kinda stepped back from reading fics because I couldn’t find much comfort in them. I’m not avoiding anymore. I will give you a few new titles of fics I enjoyed reading in this dark time though! You can find previous fic recs here, here, here, here aaaaand here <3 let’s go.

Latest fics I’ve read!

You can hear it in the silence by Imogenlee ( @imogenleefic ) 235K:

Probably the best fic I’ve read in a while. Harry is a post grad biochem student, Louis in his new housemate. This can be hashtagged as enemies to lovers and as #Harry Styles calls Louis pet names lol there’s med stuff, there’s psychological stuff, there’s sexual awakenings and hard coming outs discoveries, internalised homophobia, bad parenting AND Harry wears glasses pretty much all the time. 10/10 recommended (you’ll have a kiss if you get my only nerdy complain lol)

Everything to lose by stylinsoncity (46K).

New entry in my bookmarks. This author delivers ALWAYS. This is an ABO with unconventional dynamics, since Harry is an O who does really act like an O lol. Work comes in between them, there is resentment and jealousy. It feels real and makes you question if love is ever enough. Ex (married not really divorced) to lovers.

Turn the world to gold by frenchkiss (143K):

The Helen of Troy AU that comes when the greatest battles of all the time comes from the greatest love story of all the time. This was such a good story! Louis is a demigod, zeus’ son and married to Harry, general of Sparta’s army. There’s a second Ziam story line (not much side, it’s pretty huge in the story).

Turning page by purpledaisy (68K):

New addition to my bookmarks from one of my favourite authors. Harry Styles tries to get lost in a place he’s never been. Louis Tomlinson has been perfecting the art of being lost for years. What they don’t expect to find is each other. Obviously an enemies to lovers. Obviously features football player Louis.

[akemisalem]

every time i look at this picture i start crying laughing. why in the world did they make oboro so fucking big LMFAO, he should be playing basketball instead of being a hero

[centaur-dreaming]

All fic writers have that one document in their drafts that would end their entire career, social life, everything if anyone irl were to find it

[coldemergency]

Harry: Is that a snake in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?

Voldemort: That’s my wand you degenerate buffoon

Harry: You mean the wand that’s currently in your hand??

Voldemort: …

Harry: Wait, then what-

*Lord Voldemort's pocket moves and a small forked tongue pokes out*

Harry: Oh shit, it’s actually a snake lol

[timetodiverge]

Wake up babe, new WolfWren-Redemption Fic just dropped:

Exile [Canon-Continuation/WolfWren/Slow Burn/Redemption Arc]

Chapter 1 of (???oh god help us)

Inspired by @somewillwin's Bounty Hunter Shin concept, because I am very very weak:

[Summary] After escaping Peridea together, Sabine sends Shin into hiding until the danger from Thrawn & the New Republic passes. Three years later, the shadow-war with Thrawn drags on, and Sabine searches for Shin in vain, desperate to know she's okay, and desperate to pick up where they left off.

"Sabine scanned the people around her, searching for a flash of platinum blonde, reaching out for a familiar force signature. The habit was too ingrained. It had been almost a year since she’d consciously given up on ever finding Shin. She wondered how long it would take before every part of her finally gave up."

"Shin wondered just how much pain one person could take. And if, one day, she would have suffered enough to make up for all the pain she’d inflicted on others- and if she could bear it, until then. All she knew is that she would never, ever let someone get close enough to hurt her ever again."

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[zombieplaygrounds]

cw: uhh sex, rough sex? teasing? begging? im doing my best :( bare sex, good sex, bad sex. this shits 18+ yo

Unfortunately for you, you were in love with a very mean man. The kind of man who fucked you, so sweetly, so perfectly - made you whine and mewl his name like a heated pup. Toes curling as your knuckles lost their flushed hue from the sheer grip you had on whichever surface you were pressed again. And his name, his name was

"Phillip.." Your voice was nothing but a warm, breathy rasp against the arm he wrapped around you. His opposing hand gently keeping a firm hold around you, stabilizing your body while you trembled; violent shakes of overstimulation. Quiet, hiccuped gasps following each thrust he pressed into you. Balls deep and greedy, your panties tugged to the side just enough to expose your drooling cunt, soft fabric darkened with grool and sin.

"Mmm?" A grunted, maybe even growled response. So fixated on the way your cunt squeezed him, needy squelching with juices drizzling down your inner thigh, creating glistening webs of passion, heat, and love. You could feel it in your stomach, could feel it bruising your cervix with each collision of his pelvis against your ass. So humiliating, so degrading, so delicious.

He could hear your suffering, your pain, your need; and it only forced him to go faster. Enough for you to stare at his reflection in the sink's metallic finish - to stare at him like you loved him. His scrunched face and steely glare of lust. Vision blurred, throat sore, your eyes rolled backwards, feet helpless kicking as you tried to squirm away from the knot tying inside. "Hurts.."

"Does it?" Graves chuckled breathily, eyes softening as he met your gaze in the reflection. He eased a bit, hand grabbing the back of your hair to raise you, introducing you to a sweet kiss placed behind your ear. "Good."

As quickly as the sweetness arrived, did it diminish. His grip abandoned your pretty locks, dragging to graze across the back flesh of your shoulders, bruising bite marks scattered all across. He promised not to leave mark on you, to just fuck you real nice and gentle, something to help you sleep before he left. But Graves was anything but truthful.

A doggish man with nothing but greed and lust for you. Could see the arrogant grin on his lips while he began keep a quick, pace, still remaining deep enough to admire the way your cream glazed his cock in a glistening shine.

Just as you were seeing constellations on the wall before you, Graves stopped his relentless thrusts, stopped his aching punishment to your poor cervix. His hands massaging your sensitive flesh, earning a shiver, a whine, a mewl. "Ohh, someone's upset?"

"Come now, baby, I know you can beg." Your eyes prickled with tears as he held your hips to prevent a little wiggle of your ass for stimulation. So desperate, so close. And he was abandoning you? Your mind was filled with curses for him, how he was a fucking bastard, how he always teased you when you needed him most.

Cute tears dripped down your cheeks, which he gladly licked away, kissing the bottom lash line of your eyes. "Oh poor baby, you're so upset, huh?"

Graves knew what he was doing - hes a pro, baby. Grinding and rocking his hips just enough to tease you, rubbing himself into you enough for your swollen clit to send aching signals to your tummy and legs.

"Please..pleaseee.." You breathily begged, melting into him for more support, comfort, love. You really needed him. And of course, Graves giggled, not taking your soft plea serious enough. Still, he rewarded you, adjusted you to press against the cold counter rather than his warm hand, bracing your pretty body to be roughly fucked. Pleasantly so, surprised gasps escaped your mouth while he pounded relentlessly. A little reward for Graves, to earn vulgar sounds from that whore mouth of yours.

He himself, growled into the exposed flesh of your back, kissed along your spine because - fuck, you felt so good.

And the pleasure you chased was too good, enough for you to tolerate ignore his milky finish in your fertile womb. Pressed into you as he shivered, growled, panted.

[nenoname]

stan twins the canon cptsd brothers i will always think about all your unaddressed issues that would make perfect plot fuel for your spinoff

and also the whole 'stan getting that poem by bill via a website which contrasts with bill getting one from the axolotl via a website' foreshadowing thing

like idk i would love something like su future but like more optimistic, aka not an accumulated breakdown that has to be mostly resolved off screen at the end :/// but something thats being kinda addressed throughout? (although would love to see one of them turn into a monster thats always fun lol)

stan having severe issues from his dad and those years of being homeless that we keep on getting more info on but never really getting confronted on (the drifter catalogue and tijuana incident...), him being completely alone for like twenty years when running the shack before soos comes along to the point that 1998 is noted as his low point, and him not really learning about bill+what he did to ford until ages after he killed him if he ever did get the full context

while i think amnesia and everyone seeing him as a hero actually helped with stan's 'i'm a worse version of my brother' thing its still a lingering issue too and we now got him being insecure over his own hands

ford being immediately thrown from 'being tortured by bill' to 'being stuck in the multiverse and being chased by bounty hunters constantly', him fully expecting himself to die when destroying bill, and him only now being safe for the first time in 30 years ....relatively safe, he's still in constant danger because of course he is

idk in the end the series wants them to be happy and they deserve it, its why i wasn't too worried about the book being like 'ooh bill is back!! and the book is haunting ford' thing cos i knew they'll be ok

[girlcalledwhatsername]

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This user is glad to see publically-funded archives of all kinds and especially those with a history of standing against censorship, especially fully volunteer-run ones with artists generously sharing their works for free, especially well organised ones that I respect the hell out of.

[writeouswriter]

The curse has lifted (finally wrote more than like 10 words on something)

[blvvdk3ep]

You haven't known the triumphs and defeats, the epic highs and lows of having to explain ao3 to someone who's never heard of it before

[123puppy]

Ayyy what if Lucifer underestimates just how down bad he is when he gives himself deer biology like Al?

Yes I am the exact opposite of this ship, you know what to expect here > u >

Deer ears are not the only features Lucifer magic'd into existence, it's like all his senses have been cranked up to 100. Taste, smell, sight, it's all heightened to an unbearable level

But what's unbearable is this smell he can't stop taking in, it's everywhere, overpowering every other smell in the hotel, he's agitated, ears flat, antlers suddenly growing as his blood rise, searching for where that overwhelming scent is coming from-

He gets shoved by the butt of a microphone cane and sees a sharp toothed grin on Alastor's face, albeit a twitch in his eye, eyes narrowed as he states, "Its rude to smell a person within their personal space"

To which Lucifer snaps that he wasn't even near him but Al rebuttals saying that Luci was 'too out of it' to notice that he's buried his whole face into Alastor's lower back and it took a moment for Lucifer to register the sentence because he can't remember doing an embarrassing and absurd thing but hell never lets shit go because Husk and Angel are there, the three were sitting by the bar, and they saw the whole thing

Angel explains in lewd detail how Lucifer was 'feeling' Al up with his hands, how Al's face twisted in different expressions that made Husk turn around to hide the smirk on his face at his boss's flustered face

And Lucifer shrieks, more deer-like noises, and begs Angel to stop with the graphic explanation, as much as he wants to deny it the way Alastor looks at him with distaste and the slight disarray of his slightly open coat as he turns to button it up is evidence enough

Then Angel pipes up again, "Wait aren't'cha both bucks? Wouldn' da' mean you guys butt head 'er somethin'?"

And Alastor scoffs, his cane still keeping Lucifer at a distance as the fallen angel subconsciously tries to lean forward towards him, "I do not give into my 'primal instincts' so easily, my dear! Unlike Your Highness, my control is on a tight leash!" That's when the pressure at the end of his microphone disappears as Lucifer throws a disgruntled look at him.

"I have control, you tacky fucker!"

"Dat ain't what we saw, Big Daddy~" Angel laughs at the steam erupting from Lucifer's ears

"So you're playing 'Hard to Get'" Husk directs a quick glance towards his boss before dropping his gaze to the counter as he cleans a glass and ignores the glare Alastor throws at him.

"I am not"

"So Al is the Doe?" Angel coos.

"I believe I've overstayed my welcome," Stabbing the end of his cane into the floor, Alastor stands to his full height, eyes glowing and smile all teeth, "I must attend to my meeting," he chirps, playing a tune in the background as he clicks his hooves over towards the door. But stops, neck cracking as it turns and looks down with an angry twitch to his upturned lips, "Stop following me."

Lucifer blinks and sees just how close he is to Al and leaps back with a start

Al slams the door in his face and the room is silent

"Twenty dollas' he follows Al to his meetin'" Angel bets

"Forty, they'll have their asses back here in 10 minutes"

[qcomicsy]

I have the controversial opinion that maybe, just maybe we stop wanting to go after people with pitchforks for getting characters wrong and not reading the comics inviting them to easy and accessible ways of and making our own content with comic accurate representation

people might feel less anxious about starting comics and misinformation won't spread as easily

[versatileversion]

Where are my xianle era mq and xl fics? Where are the fics where mq is getting bullied and fx notices, and by his morals steps in? Where is xl defending mq?

Why am I being STARVEDDDD

[amarriageoftrueminds]

just realising that Bucky's post-WS story needs to be about a man who is radically displaced in time and has almost total amnesia and no sense of identity -- no friends, no family, no money, no shelter, no resources at all -- and he's disabled, and he's being hunted by, probably, every government on earth? (and probably a bunch of other people?) for crimes he doesn't remember. All he has is a name. That's it.

...which is SO interesting and complex!

And I almost have to laugh because, of course - of course - these idiots couldn't write a story that actually addressed such a juicy premise! They couldn't even manage a simple 'Captain America in WWII' movie without fucking something up, so of course they were never going to handle Bucky's story properly! They're simply not talented enough.

The premise was ‘so imagine if John Wick was from the 1940s and also a cyborg with amnesia’ and they said ‘...best we can do is another iron man movie??’ ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[kelotalks]

Myeong hoon dan Bok su!!!!! ..... And Da jeong I guess

[skywriter97]

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