#writing fanfiction like a bus

[marsplastic13]

No one knows I read/write fanfictions, right? But at the same time I don't know anyone who reads/writes fanfictions.

Maybe my roommate or my cousin, my professor, or someone I pass on the street is waiting for my update, can you believe that?

[olenvasynyt]

A meme I made while writing...something

Art credit to @cauldronblssd and the artist @oexas btw!

[newly-edgy-anon]

Full moon

taylyn fic where ashlyn’s chronically ill because i can :3

"Come on, Ash, it's almost midnight!" Taylor's voice cut through the darkness, a playful urgency in her tone.

Ashlyn Banner groaned into her pillow, her body feeling like it had been run through a meat grinder. "Tay, I can't," she murmured, her words muffled by the fabric.

"You can't miss this," Taylor insisted, a hint of excitement in her whisper. "It's a full moon, and you know what that means."

Ashlyn's eyes fluttered open, the weight of the room pressing down on her. "Yeah, I know," she sighed, rolling onto her back. "But my legs..."

The air in the room had anticipation, the glow of the moon casting a soft light through the window, painting the floor with a pale blue pattern. Taylor, her eyes wide with excitement, hovered over Ashlyn, who lay sprawled out on the sleeping bag.

"It's okay, I'll help you," Taylor offered, her hand reaching out to help her friend up.

Ashlyn took a deep breath, bracing herself against the pain. She knew Taylor wouldn't let it go, not tonight. With a grimace, she pushed herself to a sitting position, her legs protesting the sudden movement.

"Thanks," she breathed, trying to ignore the sting in her muscles.

Together, they hobbled over to the window, the floor cold against their bare feet. Taylor's enthusiasm was palpable, a stark contrast to the throbbing ache that was a constant in Ashlyn's life.

"Look," Taylor whispered, pointing to the night sky. "It's beautiful."

Ashlyn managed a small smile, focusing on the serene sight outside. But the beauty couldn't mask the dread that had been building all day. Chronic pain was a cruel master, dictating her every move, even on nights like these.

"You know the legend, right?" Taylor asked, her voice barely above a murmur.

"Yeah, the one where we make a wish and the moon goddess grants it?" Ashlyn's voice was weary. She'd heard it a hundred times.

"Exactly!" Taylor beamed. "So, what's your wish?"

For a moment, Ashlyn was silent, the question hanging in the air like mist. Then, with a heavy heart, she spoke. "I wish for a night without pain."

Taylor nodded solemnly, squeezing her hand. "Me too," she said, her voice thick with emotion. "Me too."

The two friends stood there, holding onto each other, their eyes fixed on the moon, hoping for a miracle.

Word count: 390

[jtimu]

“What the fuck, Malfoy.” Harry jerks back out of his grasp, his skin burning. The grin across Malfoy’s face is fixed, nearly manic.

Harry's still in his swim trunks. What had felt like flaunting on the beach now feels undressed, vulnerable. Cold. He makes an abortive motion to cover himself.

They're in a meadow, and the breeze is heavy with the floral scent of spring, only it's not spring. Harry feels instinctively for the magic around them.

“Oh no you don't.” Malfoy flicks his wrist, and Harry can tell the familiar prickle of wards settling. Anti apparition; something more.

Day six of the unofficial micro fic challenge: floral

First

[lee1504]

"i fell in love the way you fall asleep; slowly, then all at once" - the fault in our stars, john green

(context: this is when they're a bit older, maybe juniors in HS)

Why did Tyler agree to let Aiden come to his house?

He could feel his eyes on him as he entered his and Taylor's shared room, kicking some of his clothes off his floor, clearing the room. He didn't know that Taylor would be with Ben, Logan and Ashlyn today. He didn't know that he would be by himself.

With Aiden.

He could hear Aiden shuffling around behind him. He felt self conscious. He knew Aiden was rich, and that his family was extremely wealthy, so what was the Hernandez house compared to his? A shed?

"Cool place," Aiden commented. He glanced at Tyler's bed, the bottom bunk. "Mind if I sit?"

Tyler shrugged in return. "I don't really care. Just don't make a mess."

"Okay."

Tyler watched as Aiden sat down, crossing his legs and setting his bag down next to him. He continued looking around, starting to ask questions.

"What's that?" Aiden pointed to the corkboard that hung over Taylor's mirror, with pictures pinned to the material.

"That's just Taylor's pictures. She likes taking them."

Aiden hopped off his bed, striding towards the board. He gently took one picture off, then examined it. "I remember this," he said. He held up the photo. Tyler blinked. "This was when we were using my pool, right?"

"Yeah. I remember that, too," Tyler said. He sat down at his desk chair, watching the other boy to make sure he wouldn't steal or take anything. Not that he would, he just wanted to make sure.

He found himself staring at Aiden's hair, the way it turned golden as sunlight bounced off of it through the window.

He quickly looked away before he could get caught. He cleared his throat, softly. How long was he going to stay, anyway?

"...Do you want anything to eat? Drink?" Tyler spoke up. Aiden was still looking at the pictures, but turned his head slightly, glancing at him.

"Do you have water?"

Tyler nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, I do." He stood. "Uh...I'll go get some. Just don't-don't take anything. I'll be right back."

He left his room, entering their small kitchen. He pulled out a mismatched cup from one of the cabinets, then heading to the sink to fill it up.

He leaned against the opposite counter, watching. Even though his eyes was on the glass, his mind was on someone else.

Why did Aiden have to come to his house today? He looked so bright, out of place in Tyler's normally gloomy house, as if he was his own personal sun.

He was so obnoxious, too. Sitting on his bed, taking the pictures from his board...everything Aiden did seemed to be related to Tyler.

His face was warm. Was it warm in here? Tyler snapped back to reality, glancing st the water. He lurched towards the sink, quickly turning it off before the glass could overflow.

Why did Tyler always think about him?

Why was he always thinking about him?

He mumbled something under his breath as he took the cup back to his room, face still warm. He could hear Aiden speaking. Who was he talking to?

"I'm back. Here's your--" He froze, his hand on the doorknob. Aiden sat at Tyler's desk, books piled next to him at the table. His eyes widened slightly as more heat rushed to his face. Aiden didn't seem to notice though.

"You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. Dr Seuss," Aiden said, reading from one if the pages. He closed the book, reaching for another. "I fell in love the way you fall asleep; slowly, then all at once. John Green." He glanced up, finally taking notice of Tyler.

"What are you doing?" Tyler asked, voice shaking slightly. He trembled slightly, making the glass of water in his hand shake. His eyes darted to the books, then back to Aiden's face. He could tell his own face was beet red.

"Some of these were open," Aiden replied, as if that was an actual answer. He wasn't smiling, but his eyes were bright, as usual. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Aiden smiled. It was soft, unlike the usual, almost unsettling ones he did. It looked strange on him. "You're blushing," he said.

Tyler scowled, quickly averting his eyes. He glared at the floor. "Whatever," he mumbled. His eyes drifted back to Aiden's rust-red ones. "Here." He walked forward, setting the glass on his desk before beginning to gather the books into his arms. "Don't snoop around my room, okay?" he muttered.

Even though his eyes were trained on the books, Tyler could still feel Aiden's eyes on him. He was strangely quiet.

"You're blushing."

Tyler's scowl deepened, as if that wasn't already obvious. He turned away, setting the books onto his bed.

"Stop watching me," Tyler grumbled.

Aiden ignored his words. "Why'd you highlight those phrases? Like, 'I fell in love the way you fall asleep' and stuff like that?"

Tyler hesitated. Was Aiden going to make fun of him? Or was he going to be serious for once?

"It...was a project," Tyler replied quietly. He wasn't sure if Aiden heard him. "Just...something I was working on..." He trailed off.

Aiden waited for a moment, before saying, "But why those phrases?"

Tyler stayed quiet. His eyes slowly went to Aiden, who was watching him.

He never realized how pretty a boy can be. His hair was golden, and his eyes were lit by the sunlight. He was still short, maybe a head or so shorter than him.

Tyler swallowed nervously. Taylor had been pestering him for the past weeks, asking him why he was acting weird around the others--and mostly Aiden. He remembered something she'd told him, about how maybe his feelings for Aiden weren't just friendly.

About how maybe Tyler might've had a crush on him.

Tyler swallowed nervously.

"it was just a project." He hesitated, then added, "Something for you."

Aiden's eyes widened slightly in surprise. "What?"

"A song," Tyler mumbled. "But whatever. It's nothing."

He felt something brush against his hand. Aiden's pinky touched Tyler's thumb, causing him to shiver slightly. He looked down at him.

"That's a bad idea," Aiden said, this time half-grinning. Tyler didn't know if he was joking or not. "You know I'm not a good person."

Tyler scoffed. "Of course you are. Everyone's a good person."

Aiden was quiet, then spoke again. "That's what you think." He looked up at Tyler, craning his head. "I like you."

Tyler wasn't sure he heard him right. "What?"

"I like you," Aiden said again. "Like, a lot." He paused, seeming to think for a moment. "I kind of want to kiss you."

Tyler's heart skipped a beat. "Wait--what are you talking about?"

"I want to kiss you," Aiden repeated. "Is that okay? Can I?"

Tyler's heart was thumping again. Maybe this time Aiden could hear it.

Maybe Taylor was right.

Maybe Tyler did have a crush on him.

"Okay," he said.

Aiden smiled. He leaned up on his toes, pressing his lips softly against Tyler's. His breath hitched. He could feel Aiden's hand cup his cheek.

Suddenly, Tyler understood what the passage from his book, The Fault in Our Stars, actually meant.

I fell in love--it didn't matter if he was in love, or if he just had a simple crush. He liked Aiden, and that was perfectly fine.

The way you fall asleep; slowly, then all at once--he didn't realize how long his feelings for Aiden had been buried underneath his heart, how long it had been hidden in his brain.

But now, with his lips pressed against the other boy's, he knew that he was all that mattered.

[steelthroat]

I think it was a year ago circa... I probably already talked about this work

I started writing what was supposed to be a sound/op post war slice of life slowburn fanfiction and at some point Megatrom came in the picture without me planning it.

He was supposed to show up and vanish relatively quickly but then I made him and Soundwave go on a date by mistake. Because I was writing Megatron so charming and suave he basically seduced ME into writing him wooing Soundwave.

And I remember looking at the word document and say... "okay now I have to change everything" because my dumbass brain forgot about poliamory so I just abandoned everything and forgot it existed.

And now, looking back at it, it's just such a weird story ahahahahah.

[lauronk]

can i make a fic about jellyfish just as long as a fic about plants?

well i'm sure as shit gonna try

[legendoftherisingtide]

i haven’t drawn deku and bakugou in like a year tbh. but it’s getting bad bro. i was doodling bakudeku on my notes and freaking out with thoughts. like girl it’s not even worth it bc i haven’t drawn them in so long and they look so ugly— BUT I COULDNT STOP,, SOMEONE CONFISCATE MY PENCIL

[sunnyisinsane]

Six-Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tag @bcbdrums :)))

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Sitting in silence, it can be unnerving with anyone else but it's a blessing when it's with this man. There are a myriad of reasons for that but for now I pull his tie too close to me and stare at those fearful eyes longer than I should. The smell of alcohol mixing with Isopropyl, it's one of my favorite smells aside from nicotine now.

The red head smirks but says nothing, I don't need anything but silence; seeing him is the most gratifying thing I could imagine. My fragile mind, it seems to worsen when I'm around him. I turn the screw lodged in my head, Spirit grimaces, I suppose that's something he'll never get over too. Either way it's my fault, it always is.

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THHHEREEE I WROTE SOMETHING!!!!!;!!! I uh. Don't really wanna tag anyone, if you see this and you write shit you're legally obligated to do this pretend I tagged you specifically. Also didn't do EXACTLY six I did SEVEN

[sithbelle]

You know, writing fan fiction is way harder than writing OC content in my opinion.

With my characters, their quirks and feats are malleable, and I can move the story to flow along with them.

When I'm working with a pre-established canon, The facts and characters are set in stone, and I have to do a delicate dance to make sure that what I'm writing fits in.

It's fun, but it's definitely a challenge.

All this to say, those who prefer to write fanfics... Bravo! I admire your skills.

[gentil-minou]

Xiantober Day 9 - Training

Training in the Burial Mounds is different from anywhere else he's trained before.

As Wei Wuxian chomps on another stray bone he's trying desperately not to think about, sucking with all his might for a bit of protein to quiet his aching stomach, empty of more than just food now.

After weeks (Months? Years? Impossible to tell time in a place day can't reach) spent without a core, he can just about pretend he's grown used to it. Even if he knows these frigid nights would be more manageable with a ball of bright burning energy inside.

It's fine, he won't be here for much longer. He's perfected both Chenqing and the Tiger Tally, as much as they can be in a damp cave with limited resources. He's become quite adept at creating with nothing but spare parts and ingenuity. Attempting the impossible, indeed.

Every place Wei Wuxian has trained in has had unique features of its own.

Yunmeng, where drive and comradery were second only to physical prowess and cultivation skills. Where he'd spent each day laughing with his fellow disciples as they found new ways to learn freely.

Contrasted with the Cloud Recesses, where rigidity and structure held precedence. Where rather than memorization or physical strength, Wei Wuxian trained his mind, finding loopholes and weaknesses in outdated theories.

Where he was properly challenged for the first time, by a boy so beautiful it was training just to resist the urge to chase after him. A skill Wei Wuxian happily declined to practice.

Both Lotus Pier and the Cloud Recesses had their benefits and frustrations, but there's one glaring absence Wei Wuxian misses most in the Burial Mounds.

Life.

He's grown used to being one of the few living things here, for he isn't completely alone. Besides the vengeful spirits, there are insects and rodents that have strayed far from home. Mangled and dying, but surviving none the less by sheer force of will. He understands in a way.

Training in the Burial Mounds is being surrounded by darkness and shadows, with a constantly slew of cruel whispers and ridicules the instant he fails or makes the smallest mistake. It's being surrounded by misery and hatred, feeling it flood his lungs and drown his insides.

But Wei Wuxian knows well the feeling of holding resentment and letting it go, of pushing hatred away to embrace love. Of feeling love overflow it. And that's what he uses here to take the resentment that swirls around him.

He uses his infinite love to listen to the spirits, to give them a voice where theirs was so cruelly stripped away. He listens with a kind ear, and lets the feelings claw inside him for the sake of these spirits giving him a chance, a way to fight. To protect.

Training in the Burial Mounds is its own battle, one he fights not with swords and talismans, but with love and patience.

A new challenge, one he battles even as it it slips inside and threatens to tear him apart.

But it's okay, because he can. Because he will. Because he needs to.

Soon, he thinks, soon I will leave this place. Soon I will avenge those who were wronged. Soon, I will do what I need to protect everyone.

He just needs to get through one more night.

The bone in his hand snaps in half, brittle and empty, but the fire in his eyes burns bright with life that shines in the dark and dreary Burial Mounds.

(threadfic here)

[inkling0121]

*deep heavy sigh* I miss writing

[alsaurus-loves-dean]

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[skeefee-sky]

kay so i lied

the genderbend fic isn’t a total genderbend… only one of the boys is… so, it’s a sister-brother fic… i think i call it that 🤔 (she also has some bonding with Kayo eventually; dontchu worry-!)

is this possibly a new seperate AU for me? yes, yes it is. because immediately after i rewrote it, (from its ancient origins) i had an idea for another story oh no x’D

apart from my sentient!Thunderbirds stuff, would you guys, like to see some stuff from this AU too? 👀👉👈 suddenly i have all these ideas now lol-

i have some motivation now to post this rewrite so… maybe maybe?? owo

i’m having posting-anxiety again and it’s makin me sad >w<

i finished that second part of Whiplash, i rewrote an old thing from years ago that is genderbent FishTank (pls don’t come for me lol >w<), i wrote another nightmare fic between Scott and One, and i’ve even written a wip for my splatoon x thunderbirds au…

but heccin can’t post any of it ;w;

maybe i’ll throw them in a queue, so i can draft them, and forget about them later lol-…

[thehelltingvilleclub]

Josh Levy - Teddy Bear with a Lightsaber

He's not fat.. okay he's fat AND he's big boned.

Joshua “Josh” Aaron Levy [05/04/80] Secretary of Science Fiction AOL / Online Users: [JediJunkies_80] Theme Songs: Science Fiction Double Feature - Me First and Gimmie Gimmies | Ghost - Mystery Skulls | Aliens Exist - blink-182

Favorite Shit: Star Trek, Star Wars, Dr. Who, Twilight Zone, Kaiju, Stargate SG-1 Battlestar Galactica, Klingon, Alternate Earths, Firefly, Planet of the Apes, 12” Action Figures, Torrent Sites, The X-Files, Babylon 5, Akira, Farscape, Boba Fett

Despite his (well earned) grievances, he still hangs around these fuckers cause he can't really seem to find solace anywhere else, even online spaces. He didn't expect to find any enjoyment out of going to tournaments with Jerry, but an excuse to get good city food and walk around the comic shops they were held in were enough in his book to keep him coming back. He even managed to find a space themed tabletop he likes to play, and... y'know.. maybe other reasons..

But we don't talk about him shit uh IT UH--

Never tell me the odds.

Oh Joshybear my beloved you poor antagonistic shitsmear.

His mom is in the hospital a lot more often or just straight up bed bound, which makes him kind of never want to leave his room out of guilt.

Yes, this dingus still blames himself for it, though it's not like his father helps with that.

Whenever he isn't holed up in his room, he's trying to drag somebody anybody out of the house to do something. Anything to get his mind off of stupid emotional shit--

He often goes with Jerry into the inner city when he has tournaments, especially when nobody else really wants to go. Sometimes he even covers Jerry bus fair or just borrows his mom's car.

However, this fucker HATES driving. It makes him the most anxious he's ever been his entire life. It is nothing like video games and it is nothing like the Millennium Falcon, that's for damn certain.

He also hates trying to park because he is deathly afraid of hitting the side of someone's car with the door.

Josh actually doesn't meet Matt at the same time as Jerry, surprisingly enough. Jerry introduces them when they bump into each other at the shop for a non-tournament related reason.

Josh nearly had a panic attack on the spot but it's fine

The moment he heard Matt had never seen the Star Wars films he nearly lost his mind.

This became the entire basis of Josh's attachment to the dude: "I have to show him the cinematic masterpiece that is this damn franchise."

And that's all it is. Mhmm. Totally. Don't ask why his hands are clammy and he's even more show-offy than normal whenever he's around. Don't.

please?

He works with his dad at their Synagogue as essentially a secretary and sound technician, but hey, it lets him write his fanfictions Reimaginings and scroll through blogs in peace, right?

And it keeps him out of his dad's hair and the house, so it's kind of a win-win-win.. win?

I love him

I want to eat him.

A DOUBLE POST???? HJGDSAJKHDKSJALHDLK You're welcome

Also don't worry guys, you'll get a WHOLE lot more info on Matt soon. He's not an affiliated member of the club and I didn't have many drawings of him (despite my.. excessive notes...) so I'm cranking them out as I post this.

NOW LOVE THE BIG MAN ON CAMPUS DAMNIT.

also hi I know his pants look weird shut up nothing else looked better.

[sandinmybed]

CARDIFF TIT N2: SHIT I REMEMBER

- during preshow someone asked Dan and Phil to say the name of that long Welsh town and Dan said "llanfairCHKKHKCHK*gagging sounds*" lmao

- two cards in a row called them Mr and Mr games

- Dan thought Nosferatu was horny

- Phil fumbled like his third line in the show bless him but they didn't noticeably mess up at any other point!

- during the doll segment Phil accidentally threw one of the finished/discarded dolls on the wrong side of their little table thing and had to sneak back and put it back up lol

- I SLAPPED THE SLIME. I put my hand up to slap it because I was on the end of my row and Dan was like "COME CLOSER" and I slapped it and he was like AGAIN so I slapped three times lmfao. the slime is curiously lukewarm and shallow and it's fucking big there's like 5 slime colours in there I guess they just fill a bowl with random shop slime lol

- I mentioned this in the group chat and apparently several people could see me very well and think I'm hot LOVE THAT

- sister Daniel has great legs

- I got hit by the confession water a few times lol

- towards the end of the show me and the people behind me ended up being Dan's Designated Eye Contact People lmfao

- the conspiracies were Vegas, tour bus bed, joint shitties, and clothes sharing

- Phil made a bad dragon joke because Wales = dragon and Dan was like WAY TOO MANY OF YOU GOT THAT

- they referenced phan Vs jedus like 3 times guys we have made them SO smug with that one fjfjfndj

- the yap for a minute topic was sleep and Phil said he had a dream about Dan walking down a corridor just making tongue pop noises. Dan said "I used to have such crazy dreams when I was a kid and now I just have dreams that I'm two minutes late for a bus! The infinite multiverse of creativity that my brain can create and I dream about That and this is because Phil doesn't let us eat cheese before bed!! I could have the craziest cheddar nightmares!" (Dan babe you can eat cheese even if phil can't fnfjfn)

- the role model game had "CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM CUM" as the answer to "Phil helps old ladies ..."

- linguist Phil has a basement full of twinks!

- lawyer Dan outlawed the queen (last time Dan was in Cardiff for WAD it was the queen's fucking funeral lol) and writes erotic fanfiction about jesus (Dan says he writes jedus fic)

- both real Phil and real Dan got murdered by the audience rip dads

- sister Daniel has great legs. did I say that already we went to karaoke after I'm drunk I had 4 desperados. she was wearing the beige shorts no phussy today

- the camera feed wasn't working well during the wrestling so when they ran around the theatre I don't think people saw much unless they were on the bottom floor (stalls) lol rip

- I'm so fucking obsessed with the song