#Fanfic.

[velociraptors-dont-lie]

I’m nearly finished with the fic....what the fuck. Like...chapter 17 is gonna fuck some people up. probably. I’m taking the biggest of liberties. the biggest of pisses on people emotions. And for that, I apologise. But damn, if i aint on a roll. lol.

[xluna-reclipse]

Ghost in the Heart

I’m going to be translating a Chinese fic called “鬼迷心竅” or “Ghost in the heart” by  时间刺客崔雪花 from lofter. This will also be available on ao3 under the username: luna_reclipse

Summary: Meng Yao works part time as a drinking companion at a nightclub owned by the Wen to pay for his mother's hospital bills. Lan Xichen is a privileged rich young master who visits the establishment on a business engagement with his father. He saves Meng Yao from the advances of Jin Zixun. Can Meng Yao keep his part time job a secret from his university? Why is Lan Xichen trying to flirt with both his junior in college and a mysterious nightclub hostess?

Original: http://xuanmenzhifubianjicuixuehua.lofter.com/post/31d782a8_1ca224c4f

[ambrial-blog]

A Scene from Burning Memories.

It had been years and only broken pieces of memories remain: burned and charred.  Blitzo’s eyes  sting with unshed tears as he desperately dug his claws into  meaty flesh and muscle.  Gritting his teeth, he could feel his ribs start to crack.  Fizzorolli was alive?....  Blitzo’s memories were frayed. he could only remember bits and pieces of that night. Waking up in an undisclosed room.  Tilla and Barbie-Wire at his bedside. He peers up into the somber eyes of Mammon: Who stood in the room, stoically looking over his medical records.   Barbie was curled around him. her eyes held crested tears in them.  Blitzo whimpers shaking his head, dispersing the memory as he pulls himself for the Goeita’s firm grasp.  Ausmodeous eyes widened: in surprise and shock as Blitz darted out of his arms: like a bullet. Blitz yelps in pain Fizz rushes him his arms extending past their limit.  Blitz grits his teeth dodging Fizz’s advances, as the sinister clown cartwheels after him. 

Blitzo darts deeper into the house of lust,  he needed to get the hell out of here! he hadn’t expected to be relocated here. but his head was fizzing, pounding like mad. 

Blitzo felt woozy,  he shook his head needing to collect his thought, damnit his mind was racing way too fast. He couldn’t afford to get distracted, while his mind races with possibilities. . 

His missed opportunity,  Striker... he thumbs through his contacts after ducking into a nearby room. His heart hammers in his chest.  “What the fuck am I thinking!, I have nothing to offer the cowboy, and I’m not willing to hand Stolas over.  But what choice do I have?. he thought glumly. 

What had gotten into the lewd jester?. Blitzo wasn’t ready to confront his past, no matter the front he put on. Fizz terrfied him.  Tilla had to fight, Stag for the custody of her child. Blitzo had seen his mother cry. his father was never around.   Mammon was indifferent, until  Tilla struck a deal with him.  Now, these three were his responsibility.   it was a week later, that Barbie and Tilla discovered Blitz had lost his memory. they never mentioned Fizz to him.  always skirted around the subject.  And now, he was running from the deviant. He didn’t know why Fizz was hunting him down.  Striker, yes.  Striker, No.  Stolas, he would never understand. the ache in his chest returned  Striker: a slick deal.  Moxxie?...  no, it was their one year anniversary with his wife.  Striker, Blitzo peers down at his phone. his eyes darted around searching for the murderous clown.  Millie?, no again.  she was tied up with Moxxie she wouldn’t be able to help.  Striker... why was he coming back to the cowboy. had he been sincere about his offer?.  Loona.. his daughter, his pride and joy....  she never wanted to be adopted, he was only getting in her way. Loona was out of the question. he didn’t want to bother her with his problems. he could handle himself. he could avoid the clown and Goeita long enough to escape.  Long enough to find a way out of here, and perhaps long enough to get Striker’s attention.  Blitzo closes his eyes, remembering his sister. how she’d always stick up for him when they were younger, she had always had his back. back then.  He had failed her too... she had gone off on another bender only to wind up in a rehab center.  He looked at his phone his thumb hovering over Striker’s number, a number he had no clue how it had gotten there. had they exchanged numbers while they were on speaking terms and he never got around to deleting his number.  Would the Cowboy pick up.  Could he risk everything for a chance to fill whole again, to feel like he was a part of something?.  Could he trust the Cowboy?. he knew Striker was working for someone. Striker had shown discontempt for his employees in the past.  But he needed someone in his corner, someone who wouldn’t be repulsed by his actions.  Striker was his only option, all other bridges he had burned. there was no crossing them.    It was now or never he thought, while his thumb lingers on the call button he peers around the edge and out into the darkening corridors. biting down on his tongue he prayed the Cowboy would pick up, and not ask too many questions. 

[hana-loves-bumblebees]

“Is it okay if I draw fanart of your fanfic?👉🏼👈🏼”

My brother in Christ we shall have a spring wedding

[bebx]

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

[yeehawpim]

a comic about fix-it fanfics

[becuzmdsaidineededpersonality]

[midnights-dragon]

[team--edward]

Another AO3 thing I’m curious about, how do yall decide if something is good enough to read? Usually I follow a rule of 1 kudos for every 10 hits. One because it’s easy math and two it’s yet to fail me. Thoughts? Do you just go for it and pray it’s good?

[animentality]

[i-will-write]

[sagegarnish]

🦀 Kudos Crab 🦀

If you are scrolling and see Kudos Crab, your fics will be blessed!

You will get good comments and kudos!

You will beat your writers block!

GO AND WRITE!

[monsoon-of-art]

[airlocksandaviaries]

2 genres of fanfiction:

1) put that guy into situations

2) take that guy OUT of situations for the love of GOD let them REST 

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

feeling called out today

credit: _ADWills

[catboygirlboss]

i want 60 thousand votes by next thursday