#i miss the time i first read that fic

[minhosimthings]

Which one of your moots do you think has the most beautiful soul?

GOOD QUESTION ANONNIE

First person that comes to my mind is my darling Sahar @astraystayyh 😍😍 LITERALLY THE MOST POETIC THE KINDEST SOUL EVER like im pretty sure she's made of moondust and love songs

never gonna forget that devastating convo we had about My Love Mine all Mine

[keferon]

Okay I’m. Usually. Usually I don’t enjoy human aus and usually I hate drawing transformers as humans because it feels so wrong to my brain.

But then I stumbled upon Dream of something more by Gemma_Inkyboots and aaauuuhh fuck. Here’s the pile of the most vague and unspecific and undetailed fanart. Because I’m being torn between “I can’t drawing human designs” and “If don’t draw something for this fic I die”.

[queeniehostapasta]

Oops! All Oozaru!

Out of the blue, but could Bulma technically be one? Mayhaps…

[dukeofthomas]

"Jason just needs to see things from his family's perspective and understand how much they love him (despite them never actually communicating or showing him through their actions)" is out. "The batfamily putting a single bit of effort into understanding Jason and reconciling with him on his own terms" is in.

[lbhslefttiddie]

youve heard of sex flowers get ready for the flower that makes you into a celestial shoujo herione complete with particle effects you cannot turn the fuck off and creates a wifebeam so powerful it can incapacitate and maim and keeps making you burst into tears and fall on your ass which makes the wifebeam More Powerful and you also cannot turn this off either. and is also still, sort of, a sex flower

from one of my favorite fanfictions, Celestial Afterglow by elanor_pam, a fic that defies description in the best possible way

[isinuyasha-art]

[starlightkun]

finally finished a fic for the first time in 4 months everyone (me) cheered!!!!!!!!!

[crybaby-bkg]

asking nerd Bakugou to give you a ‘pearl necklace’ and he starts grumbling about you tryna drain him dry but instead of pulling out his cock, he pulls out his phone to actually search for a pearl necklace </3

and to both his surprise and embarrassment, his phone is quickly tossed away in favor of you showing him what you’re actually asking for. he’s not mad though—not when you end up looking so pretty covered in white, grinning, and asking for another necklace <3

[coupsiedaisee]

💌 heartbreaker by @hannieween

Three events made you wonder if you are the unluckiest person in the world. First, the constant hopping from job to job, only to land in a local bar. Second, the revelation that your new boss is none other than your ex. Third, the painful realisation that you're not completely over your him.

[yeyinde]

i can't talk right now. this fic just changed me fundamentally as a person and now i feel like a hollow shell of my former self.

[briony-tallis]

i did not care for josh/donna.

[lookbotsfollowmeyay]

(The rest of the English is under cut, under the Chinese version, Ravages of Time based so expect spoilers.)

《勸君更盡一杯酒，西出陽關無故人。》

《I urge you to empty another cup of wine, West of YangGuan you'll see no more of mine.》

周瑜瞪著躺在榻上不知是睡着還是昏倒的主公心想：如果那支箭穿過鎧甲、戰袍、皮膚、肌肉、心臟多好。如果砍一刀就身首異處，給江東的小霸王一個他應得，斬釘截鐵，轟轟烈烈，精彩不亮麗的死多好。

Zhou Yu stares at his lord lying on his bed, either asleep or passed out and thinks: if that arrow had pierced armour, robes, skin, muscles, heart, how good that would have been. If his head had been seperated from the rest of his body in one deft strike, giving the Little Conquerer of JiangDong the vigorous, decisive, splendid yet unspectacular death he deserved, how good that would have been.

周瑜瞪著躺在榻上不知是睡着還是昏倒的主公心想：如果那支箭穿過鎧甲、戰袍、皮膚、肌肉、心臟多好。如果砍一刀就身首異處，給江東的小霸王一個他應得，斬釘截鐵，轟轟烈烈，精彩不亮麗的死多好。

箭有毒，大夫說孫策怎麼吃藥休養也頂多三個月命。三個月？三個月多麼長：夠立一世功名、夠一國興衰、夠改朝換代，但生離死別，怎算都不夠、不夠卻太長。

明明拿筷子都手抖的人逞強抓緊一大碗藥湯然後夾著淚水把大半碗澆到襟前案上。孫策每灑一碗烏黑的藥，周瑜都恨不得是那次他喝個酩酊大醉，一條腿壓翻周瑜的桌連帶筆墨紙硯潑了滿征袍的烏黑而不又是苟延殘喘的草藥。

那句有氣無力的：「不好意思，這碗滑手了。說不定可以跌出孫家的江山呢。」聽到也厭倦���，但因每次也可能是最後，所以又不得不再聽一次，把每一字一句都刻在心裏。

周瑜並不覺得在塊百年難遇的美玉上寫滿平平無奇的病吟浪費。只要字體夠華麗，後人就會為它作下無數的詩詞。

美玉日復日的雕刻終出差錯——本該已死的蒼天居然為了作弄世人重生——雕玉的鋼刀在刻太多、太密的玉石上一滑，它伴著一口鮮血裂成兩半。那一剎那，周瑜想到既可勝戰，又可陪葬的妙策。

這時代死得快多好，威名盡喪前一命嗚呼，在巔峰隕滅，只留一段萬古傳說。

～～English Edition～～

Zhou Yu stares at his lord lying on his bed, either asleep or passed out and thinks: if that arrow had pierced armour, robes, skin, muscles, heart, how good that would have been. If his head had been seperated from the rest of his body in one deft strike, giving the Little Conquerer of JiangDong the vigorous, decisive, splendid yet unspectacular death he deserved, how good that would have been.

The arrow was poisoned, the doctor said no matter how much medicine and rest he gets, Sun Ce has three months. Three months? Three months is incredibly long— enough to establish a lifelong fame, enough for the rise and fall of kingdoms, enough for changes of dynasties. But for eternal seperation in life and death, three months is nothing yet too long.

Looking at he whose hands tremble even when holding chopsticks gripping a bowl of medicine, refusing help then spilling the majority of it along with a torrent of tears on his collar and table. Every spill of the dark medicine from Sun Ce's hands makes Zhou Yu wish it was but that time Sun Ce got blackout drunk, slammed his leg on Zhou Yu's table, overturning it along with everything on it, soaking his clothing with ink instead of it being herbs keeping him on his last legs again.

That weak "apologies, that bowl has slipped my hand. Maybe the Sun family's country would drop out from the bowl one day." has been heard enough times for one to tire of it, but every time it is repeated might be the last, so one has no choice but to listen one more time; to carve each syllable in one's heart.

Zhou Yu doesn't belive that it is a waste to carve the delirious mutterings of illness on a piece of jade with beauty only seen once in a lifetime. As long as the penmanship is grand enough, endless poems will be written for it by future generations.

The repeated carving of the jade finally meets a mistake—the heavens which should be long dead reawaken to tease the living—the knife which carved on the jade too much too densely slips, and with a mouthful of blood splits in half. That moment, Zhou Yu thought of a strategy that can win him a battle and allow him to be buried with the dead.

How good it is to die swiftly in this era, to take one's last breath before all one's glory is lost, to fall at one's peak, leaving only a legend of the ages.

[iamanartichoke]

Most people: Oh, I don't want to leave comments on old fics or leave too many comments, the author might think it's weird.

Me, when a reader reads my old stories and leaves a comment on almost every single chapter: Oh, my god, how do I express how grateful I am and how much their comments have meant to me and allowed me to go back and re-explore some of my fic and slide a little further down my Loki Era 2.0 slope and just - thank you - without the reader thinking I'm weird?

[somegrumpynerd]

Been reading @topazshadowwolf's How Nightmare Became Dadmare and I have been so sucked in by this silly little family I had to start doodling

[arlecchinosswifee]

N-no this- this can't be happening..!

This can't be happening...🐺🥀🥀💔💔

[seventh-district]

another Sunday, another evening spent unable to decide what to do with my free time