#zombie one peice fic

[blackholesun321]

“Yeah, I guess!” Smiling, smiling, smiling. The curve of their cheeks fills their voice with something false.

“Or, wait, maybe I’m closer to a zombie, actually? Since I have a body, and all.”

“Do you poop, then?”

“Not sure? I mean, this dying thing is pretty new. I haven’t tested it out yet.” He nods, sagely.

“It’s a mystery, then. Hey, do you want to join my crew?”

If you like laughs, a believable bad ass main character, trauma and coming to terms with the fact your world culture and everyone you love is gone? Go read @the-lizard-lord fic ‘Zombie’ one of the best self inserts I’ve read in a while, it’s really ramping up to be something special.

Link and close ups below-

[nyxthedragon225]

Nyx's fics masterlist

ao3 oneshots:

But Little Do We Know The Stars Welcome Him With Open Arms- Arlin, Finn, Drey, and little Chip stargaze on the Black Rose.

Gill gets a weighted blanket- What it says on the tin.

I Can't Help Falling In Love- Krangle trapped in a closet fic.

And You Let Your Hair Grow Out- A study of transfemme Jay Ferin and her relationship with her hair.

Monkeys And The Common Cold- (request from a friend) Loopy and sick Dakota gets up to some mischief.

I'm Sorry, I Love You, Goodbye- Really fuckin sad "william and vyncent die" oneshot featuring a lot of flower symbolism and prose.

Any Day Spent With You Is My Favorite Day- Pure plotless fluff of polypurps cuddling.

This Is Me- All the pd + Tide is trans and comes out to each other for National Coming Out Day in America.

Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) - Mild Rand whump featuring poly bayou boys.

Strangely He Feels At Home In This Place- Chronic fatigue William whump.

At Least It Was You & Companion Art Peice- Kian kills Rolan and Rand and also they're gay.

Wreck My Heart And Give Me Stitches- William has period cramps.

Scars- A study on one William Wisp and his scars.

And Nothing Ever Changes- nbr makeout/shotgunning fic.

I Got A Terror I Can't Shake (Pushing Down On My Lungs)- polypd late night whump.

Struck By Lightning- (based on a fic by @/phantom-does-a-thing) Gillion and Chip hating thunderstorms whump.

I'm Not Sure What To Do To Get Out Of This Goo (That I've Absorbed)- William has a panic attack during school, Dakota and Vyncent help.

bets- Another nbr shotgunning fic.

Day Off- The Dimension Dudes get a day off, and Kasper loves his husband and children and co-parent.

If It Ain't Love Than There's Only War- Polypd diy some punk boots.

You Should Just Forget My Name- Trebletheft (Chip x Jazz) fic.

The More I Let Myself Up (The More I Come Undone)- Winged!William wingfic.

It Wasn't Supposed To Go Like This- Hurt no comfort of Vyncent dying.

If You Love Someone Let Them Go (But If You Really, Really Love Them, Let Them Stay)- nbr getting together after the battle.

Couch Cuddles- Polypd cuddles + William dealing with some of his insecurities.

I Found This Place That I Filled With Empty Space- Rolan and Kian make plans about leaving Galloway.

This Is A Home We Just Don't Have A Door: Vyncent has trouble sleeping.

Multichapter fics:

Like Theseus' Ship, We'll Fix The Busted Bits- 5+1 Lizzie whump (finished)

None Of Them Were Saviors- Willaim and Vyncent are vigilantes, Dakota is an exiled hero. (in progress)

I Think You're Worth Keeping Around (I Think You're Worth Holding On To)- (written for a friend) Mark shows up injured on Tide's doorstep. They go from there. (in progress)

5 Times Vyncent Thought His Teammates Were Courting Him And 1 Time They Actually Were- 5+1 polypd (in progress)

William Wisp's 6 Rules To Keeping Friends During The Zombie Apocalypse- Pd Zombie au (in progress)

Tumblr Oneshots:

Vyncent and William under a collapsed building together

[meowthefluffy]

In honor of it being some of the final days of spooky month I decided to draw illustrations for all of my kinda spooky prinxiety au's!

Firstly we have the Eldridge abomination au! This is the most openly rom-com au i have. This au is pretty much all dumb hijinx and I love it a lot (if anyone is interested in these au's I can @ you in the related posts)

Sencondly we have the unseen au(or the ghost!Roman au since thats what everyone but me calls it) This au is a kind of middle ground since it has a lot of cute hijinxs but also a sizable amount of angst (it your interested in this au I don't have a ton of posts about it but feel free to ask questions if you have them!

Finally we have the Zombie au! I made this au just for this little project and I do intend to write a bullet fic for it. This au is the most overall out of character for me out of all of them as this one's plot will probably lean heavily on horror and tragedy.

The general plot run down is that Roman and Virgil were friends for a long time but when the zombie apocalypse started Roman was caught in the crossfire and died tragically. Two years later Virgil is still healing from those scars but is trying to make the best of it with his small group of friends. One day him and his group get ambushed by a group of zombies and Virgil gets tackled by one of them. When his friends finally fight the rest of the off to their surprise instead of seeing Virgil dead or slowly turning they find him in one peice being tackle hugged by a drooling zombie (ya boy got glopped) It turns out that Roman rembers Virgil... kind of.... and is dead set(pun intended) on sticking by his side. Virgil can bring himself to kill whatever is left of his close friend (and totally not crush) so he reluctantly brings him along...

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I hope you like the drawings and au's I made and have a happy Halloween!

[sleepii-moth]

(ok so here is my fic its part of my hl2ai au you dont have to look over all that stuff to read this but i recommend it)

Capter 1

Time Goes on Even When You're Dead

summery:

Full of headcrab zombies and other dangerous creatures, the Quarantine Zone is the most dangerous part of city 17, and it just gained its newest member, who has no idea what the fuck is going on.

Benrey was dead.

There was nothing. He couldn't hear, he couldn't see, all he could feel was the suffocating silence of nothingness.

And he ultimately decided that this fucking sucked.

His conscious was still there, at least he could still think, however most of his memories didn't seem to exist anymore.

Benrey would be fine with that, if he hadn't forgotten everything but the one thing thing he so desperately wanted to forget. His friends. Benrey didn't blame them for killing him, it was justified at least.. but it still hurt.

And now he's stuck here, in this endless unfeeling void, alone.

He groaned and opened his eyes, above him was a broken light fixture attached to an even more broken ceiling. Sunlight flooded in through a nearby window,  illuminating the room.

Benrey slowly stood up and looked around. He seemed to be in a house, or at least what was left of one. The walls were practically falling apart, the few peices of furniture in the room were torn to shreds, and the floor near the window was littered with broken glass. 

He walked over to the broken window, stepping over fallen shards of glass, and looked outside. Benrey wasnt in Black Mesa anymore, he knew that for sure. In front of him was the remains of a city, pretty much every building seemed to be falling apart in some way. Giant cables were strewn about haphazardly, at if whatever put them there didnt give a shit about preserving the buildings around it.

Benrey tried to comprehend what he was seeing, was this a product of the resonance cascade? Where is he?? He backed away from the window, stepping over the broken glass. None of this made any sense, how long had he been dead for? It couldn't have been that long.. could it? 

Benrey gripped his stomach, his heart was pounding, something felt wrong. Suddenly the floor creaked from behind him, and he turned around to hear an all too familiar wail, a headcrab zombie.

He staggered back, unsure of what to do. He didnt have any way of defending himself now, no one was even here to save him. The zombie stumbled forward and swung at Benrey who somehow managed dodge. He looked around for an exit before sprinting out of an open door and into a stairwell. 

He stumbled down the stairs, avoiding a few barnacles, and making his way out of the building and into a wrecked plaza. He seemed to have evaded the zombie for now, but that didn't make him any less uneasy.

Tall, ruined buildings loomed over him, casting permanent shadows on the cracked pavement.

Was this really all that was left? Was he.. the only one left..?

Was everyone- everything.. dead? 

Benrey shivered, maybe he should just take things one step at a time. He looked down at his tattered security gaurd uniform and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

'Okay.. one step at a time' He thought, making a mental to-do list in his head.

'First, get some new clothes. Second, find something to eat. Third, find somewhere safe to stay… seems simple enough.. right?' 

He looked around, at least one of theese buildings has to have some clothes somewhere in them. Finally his eyes fell apon a brick building a lot taller than the rest. Some hope swelled inside Benrey, maybe he could find some clothes- or at least food in there?

The headcrab zombie from before wailed in the distance. He looked back before deciding that he had nowhere else to go, and made his way into the building. 

Apon entering the building, Benrey quickly learned that this was in fact, a vodka distillery. Vodka bottles lined every shelf in sight, and natural light poured in through tall windows. Orange Xen growth had completely infected some areas of the building, making it almost impossible to tell what this place used to be.

Benrey groaned and stepped over a dead headcrab that had been incased in xen growth. 

"gross.." He mumbled under his breath before accidentally stepping into a cloud of spores.

Before he knew it he had fallen over onto the ground, coughing. His lungs burned as he desperately tried to catch his breath and cover his mouth at the same time. After a few seconds he managed to crawl out of the way of the cloud and into fresh air, before collapsing up against a wall. 

After regaining his strength Benrey slowly got up and silently made a mental note in his head, 'Okay.. so orange clouds of dust can kill you. got it.' 

He was glad that the spores seemed to be the only threat at the moment, he could at least evade those more easily than a headcrab. He still kept his gaurd up though, he wasn't sure if xen growth alone could kill a headcrab..

Benrey carried on through the building, this time making sure to avoid the toxic orange spores, or at least cover his mouth when he encountered them. The further he went the more dense the xen flora got, in some places it didn't look like he was even on earth anymore.

Something about this felt wrong to Benrey, he wasn't sure what though. He just had this encroaching feeling that something was here with him, something he didn't want to see. 

Eventually he made his way to a room where all the xen growth seemed to just.. stop. A container full of some sort of bright orange liquid sat in the corner of the room, the little xen growth that surrounded it seemed to be covered in a strange orange plasticy substance.

There was big black text printed on the front of the container that read: "INFESTATION CONTROL"

Light flooded in through a window, shedding onto a few empty vodka bottles laying on a nearby table, along with some miscellaneous tools. Benrey could see bloodstains on the almost broken window, and broken glass from vodka bottles littered the floor.

There were signs of people rushing out of the room. People were here, and they definitely left in a hurry. Benrey had a feeling that whatever was here definitely wasnt friendly.  

He picked up a broken off chair leg and slowly made his way over to a door at the other end of the room. Raising his new weapon defensively, he peeked outside the doorway. The tension in his shoulders eased and he took a breath of relief, nothing.

'Whatever was here mustve moved on' Benrey thought to himself, before turning around and bumping into a shelf, causing a bottle of vodka to fall to the floor and shatter. He sighed and moved the shattered glass out of the way of his foot when suddenly he heard a loud thump behind him, and the sound of large, heavy footprints. 

Benrey turned around to see what appeared to be a headcrab zombie covered in xen growth with a large, gaping mouth, and it was barreling right towards him. 

His legs moved before he could even think and the next thing he knew he was sprinting through the doorway as fast as he could.

The zombie seemed to be slower than Benrey, but he doubted it would take long for the monster to catch up. He recklessly weaved through shelves of vodka, knocking down bottles left and right. He didnt care about making a mess, only priority was to leave as fast as possible.

That however, was his downfall. 

It wasnt long before he reached a dead end. He gripped the chair leg in his hand and waited for the zombie to inevitably find him. His only option now was to fight. And sure enough, the zombie came stumbling towards him at full speed. It was even more terrifying up close, the xen growth on its back had melded into its skin, and was spewing out orange clouds of spores. 

Benrey covered his mouth and raised his weapon preparing to fight- but the monster just.. stood there.

Its mouth was wide open, it was looking right at him and could attack at any time- but it just.. stood there. Staring.

Benrey froze, was it.. toying with him?

After a few seconds the zombie seemed to loose interest and wandered away. Why didn't it attack him? Was it not able to see? He looked over at the bottles of vodka on the shelves, remembering what had caused the monster to appear in the first place. He quietly grabbed a bottle off the shelf and threw it in the other direction of the zombie, and watched as it immediately ran to where the bottle was thrown.

'Noise..' Benrey thought to himself 'so its attracted to noise.' 

He grabbed another bottle and slowly started to sneak past the zombie. He quickly and quietly made his was over to a doorway, and threw the vodka bottle as her as he could in the other direction, leading the monster away from him.

As soon as he was sure the zombie had been led away, he immediately sprinted into the doorway, closing it behind him as quietly as possible and blocking the door. 

Still holding his chair leg, he made his way through the rest of the distillery. This time making sure to avoid making noise.

Eventually Benrey reached an exit, and grabbed a bottle of vodka to take with him. He wasnt sure when he'd see any sort of clean water again. He wandered into an abandoned hotel and found a mostly in tact room. It wasn't much, but as least he managed to find some less destroyed clothes and a bed. 

As he layed down to rest in a broken hotel, in an even more broken city, he couldn't help but think about how much he wanted things to go back to normal, about how much he wanted to go home.

But there was nothing left of normal, or his home. This was it.

I guess time really does go on, even when you're dead.

[aeromuses]

   Ch. 1 Valentine Blues (A Hey Arnold Fan Fiction)

   Notice: This fic takes place sometime between the FTi incident and now. Information may be semi-AU or not fit completely, based on my preferences or an easier “go-with-the-flow” storyline. With that being said, I still always aim to make my stories as canon as possible, or the very least to my standards. Enjoy!

   “Now, now - CLASS...”

   As the school room filled with excitable chatter, Mr. Simmons tried to maintain his importance throughout it all - the large swarms of elementary school children leaning forward in their desks, as he discussed the upcoming Valentine’s Day dance meant to wrap up their very last year at P.S. 118, knowing they would be all too excited, battling the anxious, yet strangely prideful fluttering in his stomach upon the sentimental realization that this would be his very last year teaching everyone. 

   “Class, everyone! Now I know we’re very excited for tonight’s dance, but let’s not forget the importance of slowing down to smell the roses, or oh, say - the snowflakes, since it’s currently a little blustery outside,” There was a light chuckle, until... “OH, who am I kidding? Class is dismissed early, kids! Everyone have a wonderful evening, and don’t forget to pick up your valentine’s on the way out. Wouldn’t want to forget those...”

   “Yeah, yeah...ya-de-ya-de. Valentine’s...sure, right. Looking into MY box is like gazing into the bottom of an empty PRINGLES can.” There was nearly always an almost inaudible muttering at the end of each day, Arnold had noticed, that was Helga G. Pataki, as she marched to the doorway, her voice, however, loud enough to just barely make it to his ears, sure that he could have easily heard past it, if he weren’t the second to last one out the door, observing how it was almost like...almost like she were talking to herself, but hoping someone would acknowledge that she was in the room. Arnold, regrettably, had never even really noticed this, consciously, until the beginning of the year...shortly after-

“Move-IT-”

   With gritted teeth, mind bubble popping like a firm balloon, Helga Pataki was simply standing right behind Arnold Shortman, as if waiting in line, almost resemblant to the way Brainy did, excluding any sensations of her breathing down his neck. 

   “What are you DEAF?”

   There was a hard silence, Arnold’s heart thumping at a noticeable pace, as he tried to shrug off any uncomfortable feelings she had been attempting to instill within him. This was Helga, and the last thing he needed was to admit to himself that she could be a little intimidating, to say the least...not Helga persay, but her proximity, rather, after their last encounter.  

   It had been 4 months...4 months since Helga had spilled her guts out to him, and even though they had brushed it off like it were an accident, Arnold had a hard time looking at her the same again. Deep down, he was just a little...freaked out, to be honest. 

   1....

   2....

   3...

   Seconds passed, until...

   WHAM! 

   And with a kick to his backside, he had hit the floor, hands extending, as valentine’s from his collected box flew everywhere.

   Everything...yet nothing had changed...

   An involuntary groan, and Arnold was rubbing the side of his head, feeling humiliated for letting it happen, again. That is, things escalating with Helga, her usual cackle and sneer as she abandoned him beneath the door frame.

   “See ya later, sucker.” 

   Frowning, Arnold had to wonder...Why did he have to freeze up like that, anytime he saw Helga’s assaults coming? Wasn’t he used to it by now? Would it just always remain the same? Helga, getting away with everything she did? 

   There was a sigh, until Gerald appeared, as if a knight in red hooded armor, always seeming to pop up at just the right moment...or the worst one, depending on how you looked at it.  

   “Aaar-nold, you know I love you man, but WHEN are you gonna STAND UP to the MAN? I hate seeing you push over to her like this. I oughta...oughta-” 

   Raising a hand in defense, there was a harmless shake of blonde hair. “It’s alright, Gerald. Really, i’m fine.” He wasn’t the one who saw Helga that summer ago, after all. It was he who had to live with that burden, not Gerald. “It only makes her-”

   “-look bad. I know, I know. I’ve heard it a hundred times...” A red sleeve wrapped around the boy’s shoulder, as his best friend pulled him in, so they were now shoulder to shoulder. “C’mon man, let’s get out of here and talk about somethin’ else.”

   “Slausen’s?” Arnold would smile at his invitation. 

   “Slausen’s, and then it’s game on!”

   Arnold frowned however, knowing what that implied. “You going with Phoebe?” 

   “I’m sorry, Arnold! Hey, it’s not like you don’t have time to ask anyone! What about Ruth or Lila or, or-”

   “No, it’s okay. You know what Gerald? I think I may actually head straight home...thinking of taking a nap, or maybe just forgetting the dance all together.”

   Besides, Ruth was graduated already by now, and Lila was only a friend. Arnold had gotten over her a while ago, and Gerald knew this. He couldn’t blame his friend, getting excited and going desperate measures. After a pitiful silence, Gerald spoke up once more.  

   “A nap huh? Are you...sure Arnold? I mean sure-sure?”

   “Yeah, i’m sure...” Forcing a small smile to convince his friend, Arnold began going his separate way.

   “Maybe you do need a nap.” He smiled, and then Arnold smiled back, waving goodbye, only to hide the indifference on his face as he turned the corner, a distinct look of apathy there, as his eyelids draped down halfway, displaying a new expression.

   Man, they sure do spend a lot of time together...

   Losing Gerald to Phoebe had been hard for Arnold, who had been feeling especially isolated lately, another sigh escaping him. He missed his best friend. The funny thing was though, he knew that if he told him, he would happily cancel plans. He supposed, deep down, that was about the worst part of it all...

   Arms stretching out wide, Arnold let his lithe frame collapse onto his bed, as he entered his room in the boarder house, rolling to his side only to set an alarm for an hour or so before the dance, in case he decided to show up.

      And before he knew it, there was his alarm, going “Hey Arnold, Hey Arnold!” signifying it was already time to hop back to reality. 

    MEANWHILE...

   Gosh, i’m so stupid, so hopelessly deranged, so horrible to that football head. How could I do something like that to the guy on Valentine’s Day? What’s wrong with you, Helga? Miriam must have had something slipped into her drink before I was born, for cryin’ out loud! What did I DO?

   Arms flailing out in every direction of the bed in desperation, as Helga lie in her adolescent bedroom, nearly kicking the covers right off and onto the floor, fists clenched, as tears were nearly welling up in the corners of her eyes. 

   “How dare I...must I...” An emotional sigh, turning into a scowl, however, as the young girl was interrupted. 

   “HELGA, how many times do I have to tell you not to lock this door!?” There was a loud rattling coming from the other side of the room, growing increasingly more aggressive, until Helga’s face had no other option but to go deadpan. 

   “Well jeez, he actually got my name right, the one time I don’t want to be noticed...nice goin’, Bob...” 

   Feet hitting to the floor lazily, Helga gets up like a zombie, slumping herself to the door. “Cripes, it’s not my fault these doors are busted! Weren’t you or Miriam supposed to call that one in or fix these or somethin’ - OUCH!”

   With some rattling of her own, the door finally busts open, Helga nearly pinching herself, on who knows what, as it swings open full force, just barely missing her head.

   “I don’t know, but things are going to start changing around here, young lady...” Bob walks into the room like a ‘friggin’ dictator’, for lack of a better word from Helga, noseying around the entire room.

   “Yeah, okay Hitler.” She rolls her eyes, as he begins popping open draws and scrummaging, eventually swinging open the closet door too, causing Helga’s eyes to pop open wide. “Hey, what gives!?”

   “HELGA, what is this mess!? Rotten watermelon? You better clean this up pronto! I’m looking for the remote to the TV! Thought you might have been hidin’ it up here.”

   “Dad, since when do I watch TV?” A whine, only ever emitted in the company of her parents, or when she was in the presence of something really scary, such as a sewer rat, suddenly vocalizing across the room. She couldn’t help it - Big Bob and Miriam were irritating!

   “And for your information, BOB, I don’t have it! I’m getting ready for a dance, actually, so if you would just EXCUSE yourself this way, rrrrrgh!” With all of her force, Helga tried pushing him back out the door, only causing him to turn and growl in more anger, harmlessly swinging at her pink bow. “You gotta go, dad, and you gotta go now! I don’t have much time to get ready and impress Arrrr, uh-uh artichokes!” 

   Artichokes! That was a good one! Why didn’t I ever relay that code name to Phoebe?

   And before she knew it, all she could hear was her dad’s mumbling about nut jobs, before something came crashing down abruptly, hitting her dead in the face, like your typical Helga G. Pataki epiphany.

   “WAIT a minute - did I just say impress Arnold? No, I can’t do that! Not after that stupid confession! He knows WAY too much. I can’t have the spotlight on me. That would just overwhelm us both! I gotta come up with a plan! Something solid...something...” 

   Eyes widening, scanning the room, stopped at the stand in closet, where all of Helga’s different outfits were kept, gasping to herself. This included disguises, of course.

   “Phoebe?”

   A squeak emitted from the other line, indicating her best friend and trusty sidekick had picked up.

   “Keep your eyes peeled, because tonight Cecile is making an entrance at the Valentine’s Day Dance.” 

   There was a smirk, and that was it, before Helga Pataki hung up the phone, leaving her friend to peice out the rest. 

[jovialjellyfishreaper]

Holy shit I love ur rivamika fic! the zombie au one! its super super hella interesting nd ur writing is so so amazing! Chap 28 was a rollercoaster of emotions and thrill! Loved it! super excited! I love how even during serious scenes ure able to insert witty lines that are hella hilarious! u are so good at writing comedy, action, romance and everything, i swear i am gAGGED! ure like this jack of all trades of writing. This will be forever my fav fic! Super excited for chapter 29 to be released!

Aahahdhjd 😭😭 thank you!!! SO happy you loved it!!! ‘Jack of all trades of writing’ is certainly a first for me and I - am - in - peices!! That’s so sweet 😂💕 hope you’re staying safe xoxox

[fan-tastic-fiction]

Fanfiction Author Profile Friday

This is the seventh interview in what I hope will be a long running series! I think people need to feel more connected to the brilliant authors behind their favorite fics, I also feel that fic authors need to be taken just as seriously as published authors and treated with respect and admiration in the same way. Making money should not be the only way to gain prestige! Some of the best peices of writing I’ve ever read have been fanfictions and they are often equal or superior to published stories. If you have a story or author recommendation, let me know! And if you have a question you’ve always wanted to ask your favorite author, message me and I’ll try to make it happen!

Pen name: The Moonmoth (fun fact: I shudder at the “The” every time I write it out. Thirteen-year-old me thought it made me sound very serious and mature, but thirteen-year-old me was Pretentious with a capital P!)

Age: 33? I think? I am at that stage where I have to count up from my date of birth D:

Is English your first language? No. At home, we talk in Baby

How long have you been writing? There’s a beautiful self-insert Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles story in a primary school exercise book that my parents have kept, from when I was about 5. I was kidnapped and the turtles came to rescue me. I like to think of that as the start of my writing career.

What do you think your strongest piece of writing has been? If we’re saying completed piece, it’s The Lady of the Gift. I think the story is tightly written, well-paced and plotted, and has lots of nice world-building. It’s also, to date, the longest thing I’ve ever written – as a slow writer, I take quite a bit of pride in that :)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/325083/chapters/523878

If we’re allowing WIPs, then it has to be The Soul Lies Down, which is possibly not at all well-paced or plotted since it keeps growing like a hydra, but has been so successful for me (so far) in terms of exercising The Craft that I feel like it’s brought me on a huge amount as a writer.

http://the-moonmoth.livejournal.com/200408.html

Your weakest? Well, I have (perhaps unwisely) uploaded fic to my AO3 account dating all the way back to 2004, so it’s a fair bet some of that is a little sketchier in quality than my more recent stuff…

What is your favorite website for posting your writing and why? In general it’s AO3 because it’s just so user friendly, but for Spuffy stuff, Elysian Fields is where the main action (read: comments) is.

What do you find most challenging about writing fanfiction in particular? The actual writing part! I have a six-month-old who, one could say, is occasionally healthy. The 5% of my day she doesn’t currently take up I spend eating or taking “me time” locked in the bathroom with the fan on (sometimes together)

In your opinion, what can the fanfiction community do to encourage fanfiction writers to continue their art? Cheer, cajole and bribe new writers to pick up their metaphorical pens and join the ranks of the obsessed. Once they’re in, it’s a drug – there’s no going back! Oh, and leave essay-length comments describing in detail what’s awesome about the fic, highlighting favourite lines and analysing the author’s clever allusions, symbolism and foreshadowing :D

What was your favorite review or comment? I’ve been very lucky over the years to have received some wonderful and often inspirational comments, but the one that springs to mind is the one that @yavannies left on The Lady of the Gift. It was the start of our friendship, which has lasted many years, changes of fandom, (very occasional!) differences of opinion, foul language, cross-continental moves, and child rearing.

What type of fanfiction do you enjoy reading? One of the wonderful things about fanfic is that you find yourself reading and enjoying genres you wouldn’t normally touch with a punt pole in the mainstream. For example, I fricking HATE zombies. HATE THEM. And yet one of the best fics I’ve read in recent years is Solstice’s “A Home at the End of the World” (linked below). So pinning it down is hard, but I suppose in vague terms it’d be something along the lines of anything well-written, with good characterisation that drives a compelling plot, a romance with a well-paced and believable arc for my OTP, and, yeah, teh hawt sex ;) Also, anything that works with fandom tropes is like catnip to me, whether it’s inverting them or gleefully and unabashedly running at them headlong, I LOVE that shit.

What are some of your favorite fanfictions or fanfiction authors?

Bearing in mind this is just some from two decades of voracious fic-reading.

Solstice, A Home at the End of the World http://dark-solace.org/elysian/viewstory.php?sid=4155 (I love Sol’s take on S4 Spike, and the domestic element as he’s forced into protecting Buffy’s family)

FlightsofFancy, Accursed http://dark-solace.org/elysian/viewstory.php?sid=4465 (this story is just plain beautiful, with delicious plot in an alternate S6, vivid prose, and a really refreshing take on spuffy)

St Ephiny, Ever Sun, Ever Moon http://dark-solace.org/elysian/viewstory.php?sid=4762 (I have some quibbles with the author’s style, but her storytelling hits me square in the id, mmph)

Rahirah/BarbC, The Barbverse http://archiveofourown.org/series/514 (Barb has, imo, the best take on Spike in the fandom, and plenty of incisive and witty insight into the rest of the cast. Her writing ticks every box for me, plot, characterisation, storytelling, pacing, and just all round craftswomanship in the construction of a good story. I envy and admire her skill in equal measure)

Bewildered (aka, my partner in grime), if I have to pick one then Restfield Irregulars, which I believe right down to my slippered feet she is writing just for me :D http://archiveofourown.org/works/9257948/chapters/20986136 (I have never laughed so much as I have reading, beta-ing and corresponding with Be, but underneath the funny, fluffy romance is a rich core of feeling and writerly skill that is easy to overlook but hard to pull off. And she gives woooonderful Buffy)

Yavannie, The First Day of Spring http://archiveofourown.org/works/966791/chapters/1897169 (Yav excels at subtle symbolism, subtext, and a lovely, spare writing style. This fic in particular is perfection)

Seperis, You’ll Get There in the End (It Just Takes a While) http://archiveofourown.org/works/20274 (this fic is basically pure, distilled fanfiction – it revels in its tropeyness and NC-17 rating with the original OTP, Spock/Kirk. Can’t count the number of times I’ve read it)

What are some major influences on your writing? That pretentious inner-thirteen-year-old :D No, okay. (Well, yes, but moving on). It’s a total cliche of course, but: life. I’ve reached an age now where quite a lot of Stuff has happened to me. Bad stuff, good stuff, passing the time of day stuff. The last five or so years have been particularly packed with stuff-ness, and so most of what I write is drawn from my experiences in some way. I am also very influenced by visual media, and I think it was @kimberlite8 who once pointed out to me that my writing is packed full of descriptions of body language, which I hadn’t noticed before, but yes, I see the scenes in my head like a film reel, and then try to describe what I’m seeing. And of course, the way I frame these mind-movies is shaped very much by the movies and TV that I watch.

Anything else you would like to tell people about yourself? I have a personal vendetta against phonetic spelling of accents. It makes my eyeballs bleed. I think it might be an allergy or something. One day, when I have some free time again, I’d love to take some poetry classes.

I would like to thank The Moonmoth so much for their time! They are one of my personal favorite fanfiction authors. I would like to encourage you to go and read their fanfiction! Remember to leave comments and kudos in support!

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Fanfiction Author Profile Friday

This is the fourth interview in what I hope will be a long running series! I think people need to feel more connected to the brilliant authors behind their favorite fics, I also feel that fic authors need to be taken just as seriously as published authors and treated with respect and admiration in the same way. Making money should not be the only way to gain prestige! Some of the best peices of writing I’ve ever read have been fanfictions and they are often equal or superior to published stories. If you have a story or author recommendation, let me know! And if you have a question you’ve always wanted to ask your favorite author, message me and I’ll try to make it happen!

Pen name: My pen name is Rizzle and I write Draco/Hermione fanfiction in the Harry Potter fandom.

Age or Age Range: 37

Is English your first language: Yes

How long have you been writing? I’ve been writing fiction since I was 16, and fanfiction since I was 21.

What do you think your strongest piece of writing has been? Oh, wow. I’m not actually sure. I think my strongest might be my original story, ‘Keeper of the Tribe’ (a vampire story). The strongest piece of fanfiction is a toss-up between ‘Love In a Time of the Zombie Apocalypse’ and my most recent Dramione story, 'Coldheart’ (originally written for D/Hr Advent 2016).

Your weakest? The Dragon’s Bride

What is your favorite website for posting your writing and why? http://www.Fanfiction.net, purely because I am used to it and I’m a creature of habit.

What do you find most challenging about writing fanfiction in particular? This is probably a boring answer, but the most challenging thing is finding the time. As an adult, it’s an exercise in managing guilt, when you choose to write fanfiction when you should be doing XYZ. I’m meant to be writing a thesis, so any extended period of typing and thinking not involving my thesis makes me feel awful. I hate feeling awful about writing fiction, but this association seems to have been crystalised in me now. Sex scenes are also challenging. I don’t like writing them and frankly suck at it. Other than that, I don’t find writing inherently challenging. I could write all day if allowed to. I enjoy expressing myself in the written word. It makes me happy.

In your opinion, what can the fanfiction community do to encourage fanfiction writers to continue their art? First and foremost, leave a review if you’ve read the story and have something nice to say. Writers feel loved and appreciated when you let them know you enjoyed their stories and that their hard work isn’t taken for granted. Closely related to this, don’t be an ass to fanfiction writers who share their work with you at no cost. If you don’t like something, move on. Provide concit, by all means, but don’t be cruel, and if you are, don’t be anonymous. I’ve seen this growing attitude of tremendous entitlement over the last 16 years I’ve been writing fanfiction in the Harry Potter community. Manners quite literally cost nothing, so I don’t think it’s a huge ask for people to minds them. Maybe my age is showing when I say this, but if my daughter spoke/wrote the way that some readers do in reviews, I’d be mortified. The other thing people can do to encourage fanfiction writers is to normalise it. Get rid of the stigma! Fanfiction is wonderful sandpit for creative writing practice.

What was your favorite review or comment? I can’t remember off the top of my head, but I do love the ones that tell me they’ve had a bad year/month/week/day and that my story helped alleviate that. One lady told me she’d lost 100 pounds having printed out and read Dragon’s Bride while running on a treadmill. Another reader said that my stories helped get her through her chemo sessions. These were all very moving reviews that brought a tear to my eye. My other favourite reviews are the ones where the readers express their shock or dismay at something in the story, usually when I’ve 'George R R Martin-ed’ a character (i.e., killed them). And by shock and dismay, I mean CAPS LOCKED, swearing and ranting. Those kinds of reviews make me laugh and give me life. There were also a few reviews which were equal parts intriguing and disturbing. I get that some of us like the bad boys, but wow. For example, the main villain in 'Love in a Time of the Zombie Apocalypse’ is a murdering, child-killing, sexual assaulting, pillaging, genocidal megalomaniac. Despite this, I STILL get reviews that were sympathetic to him. I have an almost an anthropological interest in understanding why (but I suspect it’s because he’s also, like, REALLY hot).

What type fanfiction do you enjoy reading? I actually don’t read all that much fanfiction lately. It’s usually anything involving canonical villains. I don’t read fluff very much at all, though I do write it. I’m a sucker for villains paired with the smart, strong, female leads.

What are some of your favorite fanfictions or fanfiction authors? Too many to remember and list! RZZMG would be one. I think Colubrina (who writes Dramione) is consistently amazing (and is a wonderful person to boot). I really like Fearlessdiva’s Tissue of Silver series, which is Harry/Draco and just so well written.

What are some major influences on your writing? My life, the way I see and think about things. Articles, science, books, TV and movies. My partner and daughter. Music, too. A well-curated, mood playlist can get those creative juices flowing.

And here are some links to the referenced fics above!

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12271340/1/Coldheart

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/8611642/1/Love-In-A-Time-Of-The-Zombie-Apocalypse

https://www.fictionpress.com/s/2713495/1/Keeper-of-the-Tribe

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/5095119/1/The-Dragon-s-Bride

I would like to thank Rizzle so much for their time! Their Harry Potter fanfiction “Love in the Time of the Zombie Apocalypse" was featured on this page recently and I would like to encourage you to go and read it as well as their other fics! It is one of my personal favorite Harry Potter fanfictions. Remember to leave comments and kudos in support!

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Did I really make a whole-ass Tumblr account just to support my friend’s first official piece of fanart? Absolutely. And I’d do it again too, if anyone else wanted to throw their hat in the ring!

“Yeah, I guess!” Smiling, smiling, smiling. The curve of their cheeks fills their voice with something false.

“Or, wait, maybe I’m closer to a zombie, actually? Since I have a body, and all.”

“Do you poop, then?”

“Not sure? I mean, this dying thing is pretty new. I haven’t tested it out yet.” He nods, sagely.

“It’s a mystery, then. Hey, do you want to join my crew?”

If you like laughs, a believable bad ass main character, trauma and coming to terms with the fact your world culture and everyone you love is gone? Go read @the-lizard-lord fic ‘Zombie’ one of the best self inserts I’ve read in a while, it’s really ramping up to be something special.

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