#I fully intend to write a reader insert fanfic on it

[greyscale-galaxy]

What’s up, back with a new au

Premise is y/n builds a mech but needs a personality chip for it, and they end up with spamton’s disc. They put it in their mech and shenanigans ensue. There will be a fanfic on this but I cannot promise when.

(Not even sure if anyone would read it, the spamton hype seems to be dying)

Also the coloring sucked the soul outta me

[bijouxcarys]

⛧𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆⛧

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First off, my name is Carys, I'm 22 and I'm from the United Kingdom. I've been writing fanfiction for 10 years. I started off on MJFiction.com writing Michael Jackson fanfic, and I found I absolutely loved it!

I'm autistic and am absolutely riddled with undiagnosed ADHD, but I don't bang on about it, so don't worry. I rarely ever talk about it. That being said, without having autistic special interests, I wouldn't be here writing for you all!

My special interests include the 60s, 70s, and 80s, Led Zeppelin, Queen, Aerosmith, Michael Jackson, Ariana Grande, Demi Lovato, films, WWE, and... MUSIC.

I write fanfiction about Robert Plant and Brian May, which is what my blog is mainly centred around.

Don't be afraid to shoot me a message; I may be Northern English but I am very nice. Promise.

((Side note, if you are one of those Jimbert stans who fully believe that they were in a relationship/have very real feelings towards each other... Navigate my blog with caution, because that ain't it for me. I support everyone's freedom to fantasise and write fanfic, draw fanart, etc of anything, but when it goes beyond fantasy and starts becoming something real, that's when I draw the line. Y'all know who you are.))

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𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

Smut

Fluff

x Reader

Personalised (you choose the name insert)

x OC

FxM pairings (smut and fluff)

FxF pairings (smut and fluff)

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

Creepy shit. Like... obviously dodgy areas. Pedophilia, necrophilia, non-con, etc...

Food kinks and pregnancy kinks (no kink shaming here, I just personally feel uncomfortable with it)

MxM pairings (smut and romantic fluff)

Pairings of real life people such as band mate x band mate

I will pretty much write anything apart from the above, don't be shy to be specific with your requests. The more detailed, the better!

To Love So Completely (Robert Plant x fem!OC mini series)

Got My Timing Right (Book 3 of my Brian May series)

Allure pt. 2 (Sequel to my Brian May one shot Allure)

Herbal Clouds (1969 Brian May one shot)

Robert Plant anon request

𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐘

Peace Lovin' Guy Series

Book 1: Peace Lovin' Guy (completed, in the process of uploading on Tumblr)

Book 2: Get Your Heart Beating (completed, in the process of uploading on Tumblr)

Book 3: Got My Timing Right (ongoing)

Book 4: Can't Understand It (TBA)

Book 5: A Sweetheart Hand (TBA)

Book 6: Through the Madness (TBA)

One Shots

Allure **

𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓

Honey Bee ** | Part 1 Part 2

Little Wayward Girl **

Daddy's Attention **

Aphrodite **

To Love So Completely (Masterlist)

Cherry Lips **

The High Life **

Fine Wine **

Spotlight **

Honey Bee | fic board

To Love So Completely | fic board

Peace Lovin’ Guy (PLG Book 1) | fic board

Allure | fic board

Get Your Heart Beating (PLG Book 2) | fic board

Got My Timing Right (PLG Book 3) | fic board

Little Wayward Girl | fic board

Daddy’s Attention | fic board

Aphrodite | fic board

Cherry Lips | fic board

The High Life | fic board

Fine Wine | fic board

Spotlight | fic board

To Love So Completely | fic playlist

Allure | fic playlist

Honey Bee | fic playlist

Peace Lovin’ Guy | fic playlist

Get Your Heart Beating | fic playlist

Suffer and Brew

I Did It Again

Turn Out The Lights

Still Alive

Royalty

Blood To My Vein

I Deserve It

Someday

You'll Never Be Loved

Antidote

If I Die

Bother

@celestial-dragoness writes some fantastic Robert Plant fanfiction, and is one of the sweetest people ever. She's also a talented crocheter :p

@firethatgrewsolow has some of the best Robert fics on the internet, and is just as unhinged as the rest of the Zep fandom, and fucking lovely.

@callmethehunter has great Zeppelin content, like analyses, reblogs, thoughts, um... studies of sorts... and is just an all around genuine person.

@brownskinsugarplum76 again has very realistic and steamy Rob fics.

@nature-and-music is an amazingly talented writer, and I suggest indulging to your heart's content.

[eleanorblythe]

Romantic Homicide - Anton Chigurh x Original Female Character - Chapter 2

This has been so much fun to write. I had honestly just intended to write some filth and call it a day, but the more I wrote the more I cared about these characters. I promise filth is coming, but right now it’s a whole lot of angst and emotions.

You can STILL use this as a reader insert because I STILL haven’t given her a name, but I think at this point it’s more of a deliberate choice than the lack of a good name, it gives her some mystery (and maybe makes me a little pretentious??)

I don’t think this will be a fully fledged fanfic, like I said this was meant to just be some disgusting smut, but apparently I need foreplay and I have ideas in the back of my mind for one off scenarios - so if I do continue this I would be open to any suggestions you have or want to see - requests will be open.

Also on Ao3 with author notes and translations - here

When she rose the next morning it was almost easy to forget there was anyone else in the house. When she walked through the dining room and peered into the bathroom to get to the kitchen, everything was exactly as it was meant to be. There was no mess, no blood and no glass. She couldn’t help but look over at her cabinet and see the empty spot where her sixth rocks glass ought to have been, but there were slightly more important things to worry about.

But first. Coffee.

Like with everything else in her home, she had the best (his) money could buy. So she was lucky enough to have a coffee machine that came with all the bells and whistles. This included a steam wand that was used for frothing milk. She quickly filled a small cup with milk and turned on the steam wand, letting it make the most awful noise. Screeching and wailing while she simply turned on her stovetop and placed her stovetop coffee maker on it to make a pot of black coffee.

She never has milk with her coffee.

Her antics did the trick. Before long Anton came wondering into the kitchen, somewhat bleary eyed and wondering at the hideous cacophony of sounds emanating from her kitchen. Her eyes tracked him from the dining room and once he set foot onto the linoleum of her kitchen she switched the steam wand off and poured her cup of frothy milk directly into the sink.

Anton clenched his jaw as his eyes bore into her. He watched her pour black coffee from her stainless steel pot into a rather elegant looking glass coffee cup.

She raised her cup, in the form of a mocking cheers or toast and kept steely eye contact with him as she sipped her coffee with one hand, and proceeded to pour the entire pot of freshly brewed coffee down the sink with the other.

Anton exhaled through his nose, whether it was with amusement or frustration or derision, she could not say, his face betrayed nothing.

But his eyes did. There was anger, exhaustion and…hurt? With her or at the loss of a very nice cup of coffee, she wasn’t entirely sure.

She made a satisfied sound as she savoured the first sip before she wondered out of the kitchen to go about her usual morning routine, once again leaving him with barely an acknowledgment of his existence.

She knew she would eventually have to confront the issue head on, but for now he would have a small taste of the type of existence she has lived through these past months.

Or perhaps he would prefer it this way?

She dressed and readied herself for the day. She had nowhere to go, but she contemplated whether to take herself off somewhere for the next eight hours, until she realised she was being childish.

This was her home, why should she be the one to leave it?

Instead she granted a small kindness, by calling Andrews from her bedroom and asking him to visit discreetly, as she was not convinced Anton had the skills to mend his arm on his own - skilful as he was.

She stepped out onto the front porch to collect the mornings’ paper. She noticed an unfamiliar car sitting on her driveway behind her own car. She thought he might have had the foresight to park it far away from the house, but the pain must have overridden all else. She took a moment to look out at the rest of the neighbourhood. Quiet. Calm. Private. She surprisingly found herself suited to the suburban life, what a difference a few years can make. She could have done without the snobbery of some of her neighbours, but she found that she was able to combat them in other, more creative ways now, that didn’t involve guns. Or knives. Or ropes. Or explosives…

She was not entirely sure Anton could. But she was sure once his arm was mended he would be back on his way again. The only sign he was alive being the regular cheques found in her mailbox. There was never a letter or note accompanying the cheque. Ever. Just a rather large number and his signature.

She looked along her fence and saw one of the boards had splintered slightly. She resolved she would have to replace the whole fence. Ridiculous. She knew, but she kept up hope believing that one day she would finally have wasted too much money on all these frivolities and open the door to find Anton glaring down at her and be given the dressing down she so dearly deserved.

And needed.

And wanted.

Desperately.

She shook herself out of her reverie and came back into the house to find Anton sitting in the living room staring at the television - that wasn’t on. It was her turn to exhale through her nose, her derision quite clear. She turned on the tv as she passed before seating herself at the far end of the farthest chair and opened up her newspaper making as much unnecessary noise as she could possibly make.

Anton’s deep, withering gaze slowly made its way from the screen to her, but by now she was completely covered by the broadsheet with only her hands peaking out holding up the sides. He noticed she still wore her ring. Not all hope was lost then.

The newscaster quietly droned on in the background, Anton wondered if this was what domesticity was. Well it would have been, he supposed, without the arsenal of weapons they both had buried under the floorboards.

There was now a reporter standing outside a motel in El Paso, surrounded by police and caution tape. He talked about the bloodshed that occurred there and linked it back to similar incidents in other motels within the surrounding area.

At the mention of El Paso, the newspaper came down a little until she was peering over the top. She knew that was one of the places Anton had been and wondered for a morbid moment whether they would show any of his handiwork on the screen. The reporter mentioned something about locks being punched out of doors. From behind her paper she allowed herself to smirk, knowing his trademark.

“Your work, dear?” She finally asked, after raising the newspaper back up when the report was over.

“Some of it,” he mumbled, his eyes still glued to the television. He couldn’t help but hear the bite in her voice at the word “dear”

She offered no other comments or conversation and for a while they remained in this seemingly blissful image of home life. Until there was a knock interrupted the quiet.

Anton snapped his head towards the front door and wished he had his pistol to hand. She curled the corner of the paper down and peered out of the window.

“You’d better get that, darling, being the man of the house and all…” she said as she folded her newspaper and tossed it onto the coffee table. The sarcasm dripping from every word.

He was skeptical, but she didn’t look too concerned so it was probably a neighbour. He rose slowly and stalked his way to the front door glancing through the peephole before releasing a long suffering sigh, recognising who was at the door.

He opened the door just wide enough to poke his head around. Andrews met his eye and his grip tightened around his medical bag.

“Mr Chigurh.” He gave a a tight smile and a nod.

“I didn’t call you.”

“N-no sir, but your wife did.”

“Why?” He practically seethed.

“Because you were half delirious and drunk when you attempted to fix yourself.” Anton heard behind him. She stepped forward, ushering Anton out of the way with a limp wave of her hand. “Come in, Andrews. Use the back room, keep him quiet, not that, that should be a problem,” she opened the door further to allow Andrews to enter.

Andrews squeezed himself between the small gap left by the couple who had both at one time or another been “patients” of his, as they entered into something of a stare off. He hurried down the hall and began to set up in the back bedroom. She had given him a brief explanation of what had happened and while he was aware Anton was more than capable of taking care of himself, it did sound like a rather serious incident that needed at least some modicum of professional care.

Anton eventually came into the room, with her in tow. She remained in the doorway as he gingerly sat on the edge of the bed.

“We’ll start with the arm, if you please, but I’d like to take a look at your leg too,”

“My leg is fine.”

A quiet scoff pulled their attention.

“Just do what the man says, Anton.”

Anton saw from his peripheral vision, Andrews gulp and exchange a tense and worried look between the two, then pretend to busy himself with his latex gloves.

She continued to stare at him, like a teacher deciding whether he needed admonishing. She must have known what he knew. The bone wasn’t set properly.

He needed help.

He did contemplate rolling his shirt sleeve up but it was too tight to do so without causing pain and he didn’t want to cut up yet another shirt. He slowly began to unbutton the first two buttons before stopping and flicking his eyes up to her. Her eyes narrowed in questioning then widened and barked out a laugh at his apparent shyness.

For a single moment, Anton saw warmth, even tenderness creep into her eyes. It quickly dissolved and she looked on in that cold and dispassionate way of hers. The whole moment reminded him of watching her at work, the way she could switch between different people, different personalities like a switch.

Once Anton begrudgingly finished unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, Andrews helped carefully peel off the shirt and started to examine the red and swollen area, all under the watchful gaze of her.

He tried. He tried so hard to show no weakness. Not in front of her. But with every poke and prod, he could feel his mask slipping. At one point Andrews must have struck a nerve because Anton flinched violently and let out a small shuddering gasp. He couldn’t help but look back at her.

She had the most inscrutable expression. Her eyes obstinately on his arm, but she could feel his eyes on her. Her eyes were moving, almost frantically, between Anton’s arm and whatever Andrews was doing with his hands.

After rummaging around in his medical bag, Andrews drew out a scalpel, he cut through the stitches Anton had obviously done the previous night and she watched as the deep crimson seeped out and started to bleed further down his arm and drip onto the plastic sheet spread over the bed and floor.

She was reminded of another time - all that blood, all that pain…

Anton gritted his teeth and kept his reactions to the pain as minimal as he could. He decided to anchored himself to her, tried to find his strength in her. His eyes never leaving her face as he waited for her to look back.

When she did finally look up at him, he was a little taken aback. Her jaw was stern, her mouth drawn in a thin line, her nostrils flared, her eyebrows drawn. But her eyes…

There was no anger, no contempt, no mocking, just total understanding, empathy and…fear. He watched as her eyes glistened with unshed tears. Her lips parted as she drew a sharp inhale, like she wanted to say something, but snapped her mouth shut and immediately left the room.

Andrews muttered something of an apology followed by an almighty crack. Anton gave a chocked off scream mixed with a groan. He gripped the edge of the bed, the rustling of the plastic sheet almost deafening.

There were other cuts, other breaks that had to be made and throughout he felt weaker and weaker. At one point he had passed out.

He awoke to the pleasant relief of a cool towel being dabbed against his forehead, he opened his eyes to see her leaning over him. She met his gaze and lay the towel against his forehead. He felt the faintest brush of her fingers down his temple and cheek as she reached for something he couldn’t see. He then felt the unpleasant stab of a needle in his uninjured arm.

“Morphine.” She said quietly. “I found some, in your stash,” she pulled the needle out and placed a cotton wool ball over the small bead of blood that escaped the puncture wound.

“How long?” He all but croaked.

“A few hours. Andrews said it was worse than he thought, but it’s done. He suggested a cast, but,” she glanced over at his left arm, so did he. He saw instead of a plaster cast, an arm brace; “I thought this would be a better alternative,”

“What else?”

“The gunshot wound to your leg is already healing quite well, he didn’t need to do too much, the laceration on your other leg has a few stitches as well as the one on your forehead. You broke 3 ribs, but I imagine you already knew that, you’re to remain here for the next six weeks. After that…” she gulped as she tidied away the morphine and needle “You can go back to what you’d like,”

Anton now knew what was wrong. He never pretended to know about people and their seemingly unnecessary emotional ways - that was always her strength, but he always thought he’d at least be able to read her well enough. Perhaps the reason for his problem was the very reason she was upset and trying desperately to hide it behind her cool and facetious exterior. He wasn’t here. He hadn’t been here. For months. A wife needs her husband, and if he was honest; this husband needed his wife. The work gave him purpose, but she sustained him.

It was, perhaps, easier for her when they were both in the field, the fleeting moments when they might cross paths on separate jobs and frenzied, passionate nights in dirty motels when the adrenaline was coursing through both of them. It had been enough then to sustain them both, but after what happened, when the tables were turned on them, on her…

They both knew they always had to be prepared to die to do what they did, it was an inevitability and reality they confronted everywhere they went, but for her, it was not the fear of death, but a deep betrayal that had forced her to step away and after months and months of recovery, almost slipping into death’s arms so many times, she found that she would not - could not - return to that world, even after her arteries stitched themselves back together and wounds and scars faded to faint lines along her skin(Anton had counted and treated every one of them, with rapt attention).

He had stayed throughout her recovery, made sure she had everything should could ever need or want. He was the one who had saved her from bleeding out. He was the one who stitched her up. He was the one who relentlessly hunted down the ones who did this to her. He was the one who suggested marriage. He was the one who gave her the home he was currently laying in.

And yet despite it all.

He was the one who needed her.

So why did he stay away for so long?

It was something he continued to turn over in his head while she cleaned and tidied up her equipment. When she rose from her perch on the bed to leave, he attempted to sit up.

“Mi querida…”

“No.” She said, finally broken. She gently pushed him back down and picked up a tin tub that was filled with murky red water. “Ve a dormir.” He always enjoyed hearing her speak in his native tongue, but now she sounded so fragile, so heartbroken, so alone.

She left without looking back and closed the door behind her. She emptied the tub, put away the morphine, did the washing up. She did anything to keep herself busy, but the second she stopped a loud and horrible sob ripped it’s way out of her and she could do nothing but slide herself to the floor and try to silence her own cries.

And from his bed, Anton heard it all.

[procrastinatorproject]

So, I was just mercilessly roasted by @regionalpancake, and it reminded me that I had opened tumblr a couple hours ago to write a post about the exact same thing she roasted me about -- but then I was good and put tumblr away because i need to do SO MANY UNI THINGS 😱

But now that it's come up again, I'm gonna just write this and then get back to Productivity™

Basically, I have this huge collection of semi-finished, mostly plotless Star Trek: La Sirena whump stories. And I do mean huge! On the order of 200k+ words, in fact. None of which I ever intended on sharing, because it's all daydream-adjacent and OC-centric (because my daydreams are pretty much exclusively self-inset. 'tis how the brain rolls, and always has).

If I ever wanted to share any of them publically, first of all, it would require a whole bunch of editing and/or added context to gloss over the parts where you'd need about ten years of daydreamt worldbuilding to understand what the fuck they're even talking about! And even with that smoothed over, there is still the issue of having a non-established and somewhat non-descript original main character, which can really put people off. And while I primarily write for myself and only secondarily for my friends, if I put something out into the world for others to see, I do wnat it to be semi-decent, so I do think about these things a lot.

But I've been rereading these stories, and goddamnit, there is some excellent writing in there! And some of it has already showed up in some of my main feed fics, but a lot of it hasn't, and actually, I really want to share it!

So, now I'm faced with a conundrum, because my choices basically are:

Only slightly edit the existing stories to smooth over the bits that really need additional context to make sense to a reader who hasn't lived in my head the past decade, but otherwise leave them as-is

Only take the best bits and pieces from the existing stories and create new original stories out of them that feauture canon characters (or maybe one or two OCs but make them fully-fleshed characters by including the required establishing passages to bring new readers on board)

Search-and-replace the OC with a canon character and do the required editing to make it work.

And I'm honestly torn 😅 Because I've been attempting approach 2 over the last few years, and nothing has been happening. Approach 1 is the "Fuck it, I write for myself and have a right to archive those stories, too!"-attitude I aspire to, but it's also fucking scary 🙈

But coincidentally, I was re-reading one of these stories earlier, and my brain kept going "Hm. If you shuffle these characters around a tiny bit and then make Agnes the main character, you'd only have to do some minor editing here and here for it to work really well for her, actually 🤔"

And just now, when I lamented to Pancakes that I really want to write more Agnes, her devastatingly accurate reply was: "Just search replace some of your whump with Agnes! That should fit, right?"

(Which... There is a reason I identify with Agnes so hard it makes it difficult for me to actually write her 🙈🙈🙈)

So yeah. That's what I've been mulling over this fine November day.

Serious question: Would you read a story that is fairly clearly marked as "OC main character with minimal establishment" if it containted characters and tropes you enjoyed? Or is that a huge No-no for you?

And second question: can you tell me why you feel either way? Is it nice to have a more-or-less blank slate to slot yourself into? Does it feel too personal if you suspect you're reading a writer's self-insert, whether they confirm it or not? Do you not care as long as the characterization of canon characters and the whump are good? Is it "I'm going to fanfic so I don't have to do the hard work of connecting with new characters"?

And if it were a properly established OC, i.e. not just "this person exists, already slotted into this crew, don't worry about it", but "this fully fleshed-out character has a backstory and a history of how they met these characters and they will be introduced accordingly" (like, say, Xyr in A Night at the Opera), does "OC" still make you think "must be self-insert and thus must be shit?" 🤔

[jokeringcutio]

[Edit: MASTERLIST IN THIS POST!! I have pinned this post to the top of my blog as it is important personal information. Scroll down for my Masterlist.]

I am not fine. But I made a promise. Here I am, after nearly 2 years of radio silence.  Fanfiction writers disappear all of the time for all sorts of different reasons. I made a promise that I was going to finish my Joker Fanfic no matter what. As you have guessed, my health was as such that it prevented me from writing any further. Despite the bad fortune of the past, I still intend to fulfil my promise.

I came on here today to let you know I have started rewriting the final chapters to “The Man Who Claimed to Be Yours”. To all of you who have been reading my tale, commenting and leaving me kudos, asking me to write more: I am incredibly grateful <3 Your support has never failed to make me feel warm, loved, and helped me even in times when my health prevented me to write.

Although I am still not well and might not ever fully recover, my intention is to have TMWCTBY finished before the release of the new Joker. I will try and keep you all up to date with this process. As it seems right now, I might be reworking the outlines. If Arthur runs away with the plot again, it might even be extended from 12 chapters to more. He likes to do this sometimes, especially now that he is the Joker in my fic. ->The Enola Holmes Fanfic is for now on hiatus. I am not sure if I will take it up again. -> I have an unfinished reader insert project running for two friends of mine (who both love Crimson Peak) that I started right before I fell ill in 2020. I wish to try and finish this story for them somewhere this year, or the next. If people enjoy my writing, especially my reader inserts, let me know if I should keep you up to date. It's another dark fantasy, hopefully with different endings options. Best wishes, JokeringCutio (You may have seen me lurking on AO3 as JokeringCutio or on my main as BreakingTheStandards. Despite not having been able to write and update my own tales, I try and support the works of others whenever I can).

MASTERLIST:

The Black Phone (2022) Albert Shaw / The Grabber: Stories: *~* The Gift (Grabber x Reader) Your curiosity got the better of you (Mature, though not overtly explicit, kidnapping, older man/younger woman). *~* A Gift for his Gift - Alber Shaw / The Grabber x Reader Insert [ WARNINGS ] (Explicit, Dub/noncon elements/can be seen as a continuation of 'the gift').

Moon Knight (Series 2022) Arthur Harrow: Fics: * ~~ Prompt Fill: Cleopatra and the Cult Leader (Rating Teen: Arthur Harrow x Reader (You dress up for a party like Cleopatra. Arthur Harrow’s there, and he’s intrigued.) *~* Prompt Fill: Arhur Harrow x Reader | Lockley's Brilliant Plan (They thought a little student like you wouldn’t raise suspicion. They were wrong. Explicit, Smut, dubcon/noncon/reader is a spy for Lockley). Imagines: *~* Imagine prompt: Arthur Harrow x Reader | Kaiserschmarrn (You visit Austria with your parents, M? Not explicit, but with a dark twist) *~*Imagine Prompt: Arthur Harrow x Reader (Reader resurrects Ammit scenario) HeadCanons: *~*Arthur Harrow giving Reader Pet Names

Enola Holmes(2020): *~*Pine Cone Child : Enola/Sherlock Holmes, Enola/Linthorn (Mature, Read Warnings on AO3, currently on hold ) Pine Cone Child is a mature rated fanfic, mostly about Enola and her brother Sherlock pretending to be a married couple (his suggestion) to save Enola’s reputation and raise her child together. With angst, mature themes (check the warnings and the tags) light-hearted banter and lots of misunderstandings.

Joker (2019) Arthur Fleck/Joker: Stories: *~*The Man Who Claimed To Be Yours - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] (Arthur Fleck x Reader : You are Sophie’s hired babysitter, taking care of Gigi the best you can, when suddenly one day, Sophie’s neighbour is standing in the apartment. Explicit! Dark Themes. See all Warnings on AO3!) *~*The Princess and the Clown - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] → You are a princess at a charity and Arthur is a clown. When you say something kind to him, he becomes obsessed with you. [ Modern Day AU. Mature. *~* No Family Man [ Chapter 1 |  Chapter 2]  On AO3 - Finished. Summary: You met Arthur when you were just in high school, but by the time you got into university, you knew you’d fallen for him. But then, when your parents moved, you lost him. Little did you know he would return for you. And to give you that baby you once said you wanted. Warnings: Dubcon, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome? Daddy Kink, Older man x younger woman. 

Drabbles:

At the Movies- Reader goes to watch Joker again in Cinema and encounters him.

Arthur touching Himself on the phone - While speaking to reader, based on gif. (NSFW)

Arthur finds out that you are pregnant with his child

Continuation of Arthur finding reader is pregnant

Arthur with a chubbier/curvy S/O who is really soft

Reader makes Arthur cum in his pants and he calls them mommy

Prompt Fills: *~* NSFW ALPHABET for Arthur & Joker - Mature audiences only. Christmas Visit - JokeringCutio (Breakingthestandards) - Joker (2019) [Archive of Our Own] → { THIS FIC SOMEHOW IS LOST?? } HeadCanons: *~* Arthur/Joker Headcanons on Flirting. *~* Arthur asking Reader’s parents if he can marry you *~* Turn ons and offs for Arthur/Joker *~* HC about how Arthur and Joker would like to receive and express affection  *~* Jealousy HC for Arthur & Joker *~* Arthur/Joker x Reader, Age Difference. How it Affects Readers View of him, baby talk  (= First chapter of No Family Man) *~*On the Mental Instability of Arthur Fleck: Could you live happily ever after with him? [ An essay on a serious note] Prompt idea: *~*Prompt idea: reader is a student visiting Arkham Asylum  *~*Prompt idea: With 3 pictures *~*Prompt idea: Father went to get cigarettes

Crimson Peak (2015) Headcanons: Headcanons for Alan with a sister

Game Of Thrones (TV): Arya x Jaqen Imagine/Short story A Girl Named Arya

Doctor Who (TV) 12 Doctor x Clara Oswin Oswald Pride and Prejudice Prompt Fill (discontinued) ABOUT ME: Fandoms I am into (in no particular order): The Black Phone (2022), Joker (any version tbh), Game of Thrones, Enola Holmes, Star Wars, Shakespeare (Specifically Romeo and Juliet and Titus Andronicus), Crimson Peak, Stranger Things, Loki, Marvel Universe, Peter Pan (Hook), Once Upon a Time, A Series of Unfortunate Events, NCIS, Harry Potter (Specially Snape and bad guys like Lucius and Scabior), Wednesday/Addams Family, Star Maidens, Are you Being Served/ Grace and Favour, Blake's 7, Mystic Knights of Tir Na Nog, Xena Warrior Princess, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Charmed, Lord of the Rings, Supernatural, Peaky Blinders, The Witcher, Good Omens, Viva la Dirt League, The Odyssey (1992), The Tribe, Frozen, Hunchback of the Notre Dame, Doctor Who, BBC Ghosts, Taskmaster (I devour all fics, not only Greg and Alex).

[avengers-avenging-shit]

F, M, N, and T for the fanfic ask??

F: Care to share a favorite hurt/comfort fic?

I have a few fics that I love where hurt/comfort are a theme (Ye Who Enter Here by Yours Truly as well as To Hold the Sun (Remaster) both use the trope so wonderfully but I wouldn't say either fic is focused on hurt/comfort). However, Down is a very intriguing Linked Universe fic with Sky acting as caregiver to each member of the chain as they fall sick, and we get to see their dynamics and relationships develop. I have thoroughly enjoyed reading it.

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

I do. Part 3 is still in the works so I haven't started this, but I fully intend to write a part 4 for Bound Together by a Red Thread of Fate so be prepared for that :D

N: Is there a fic you wish someone else would write (or finish) for you?

I don't think there's anything I want someone else to write, necessarily. But a fic I would love to see finished is Duty-Bound by TheUnicornFountain. Was so sad that was never finished.

T: Any fandom tropes you can’t stand?

I don't know if it counts as a trope, but I really can't stand reader/self inserts where the author uses second-person perspective (you do this/say that) or where it just says "reader" with no name. I can't insert myself into them and I find it jarring, like I become conscious I'm reading, it doesn't flow at all. Will instantly close a fic over that.

[cloudshapedpatch]

Fan Fiction Commissions Open!

Hi! I'm Sapphire, and I’m in desperate need of new work shoes (I can’t work for my new job without a specific kind) and I also need some new jeans, so I’m opening fan fiction commissions to hopefully make a couple extra dollars. My family is currently pinching pennies and we can’t afford it all ourselves. I fully intend to repay all money received once I get my first paycheck, at least by the end of March 2021. So basically, for a minor investment, you get to help a young bisexual enby and you get a fic, and then get your money back in about a month! Sounds like a win-win to me :)

I’ll Write:

Anything for Miraculous Ladybug or Julie and the Phantoms, but I'm also open to writing for other fandoms! Just send me a message and we can work something out.

Gore/Angst/etc...

Original Characters and Self-Inserts (general reader insert (Y/N) -or- I'll just directly put your name in the story)

Crossovers

Basically anything. Fluff, hurt/comfort, character death; you name it, I'll do it!

I Will NOT Write:

Smut. I am a minor, please do not request it.

Pedophilia, Homophobia, Transphobia, or any other form of exclusion.

I don't have set prices, whatever you can lend is greatly appreciated! My Ko-Fi and PayPal accounts are in my pinned post, but I'll also be putting them in the reblogs so Tumblr doesn't block this post.

If you commission through Ko-Fi, there are three options:

A short fanfic (<3k words) for $5

A long fanfic (>3k words) for $8

A coffee donation for $2

If any of these are too much or you want to donate a different amount, you can donate however much you are willing via Ko-Fi or PayPal (I have a donation goal setup on Ko-Fi too if you'd like to help but do not want to receive a fiction).

Just send me a message/ask and we can discuss story details!

Once you make the payment, take a screenshot of the confirmation page and send it to me so I know who to send the money back to.

Thank you so much! Reblogs much appreciated :)

[zet-sway]

@the-wip-project day 26:

Which character is an absolute pain to write and why?

Shepard. Is the biggest pain in my ass.

Because Shepard is practically intended to be a self insert.

I am NOT trying to piss on self-inserts. People can do what they want and I'm not mad about anyone writing self-insert fanfics. Literally do what makes you happy because that's why we're all here :D

The issue I have with writing Shepard is: the character fully customizable right down to their service and pre-service history. And I, like a lot of people, project a lot of myself onto Shep and that makes [my Shepard at least], very annoying to write.

I'm trying to create a definitive character that isn't myself, and the canon is so open-ended it makes it extremely difficult to not write myself. I'm not good at making characters. Anyone who's been reading my Shepard's dialogue knows for sure my Shep talks like I write - a lot of cussing, sarcasm, whatever. I can live with that but creating her background is much more difficult. At the end of the day, we all reach for our own experiences to understand the world around us.

And from a writer-reader relationship perspective, I try to be extra careful when writing Shepard. I didn't always write like this in the past but I try to be more conscious of it now. I deliberately avoid mentioning: hair color, skin color, eye color, and first names. Also scars, to a lesser extent.

My most recent upload is an outlier, I made the decision that since I'm actually trying to tell a story, I will give my Shepard some more character, which includes my first mention of Shepard's first name (second, technically, but I went back and revised that old first time to remove it. Also that time I did a holiday harbinger fill, but that was a gift for a specific person, and Shepard's name was dropped for the benefit of the recipient). And I do plan to continue this trend of personalizing her more because that's one of the goals I have - better character development. So I do apologize - I do mean to do more his/hers style fanfics.

NOW HEAR ME OUT because I'm NOT trying to point a finger at everyone who writes in first names or any of the above descriptors. People should write what they want to. Personally - because I used to fill a lot of follower prompts - I wanted to make Shepard more vague. I wanted people to be able to picture their Shep in those fills. Also I am lazy and it's easier sometimes to write smut of a vague character.

So for general prompt fills and stuff, I avoid mentioning the things that make Shepard unique because it can be immersion breaking for the reader. If someone is picturing a Black Shepard and suddenly there are lines about how the Shep in my story has light colored skin, that's immersion-breaking.

But yeah, I never really sat down and tried to figure out who my Shepard is. The pre-service history is very interesting. I chose spacer because growing up on spaceships sounds cool and interesting. But that's a wide open field of unknowns. How many ships did they live on? What is spaceship housing like? What's it like going to school on a ship? Where did they travel to? What's it like being a child on a military ship with military parents? What kinds of systems did they travel to? There are so many unknowns. On it's own, without exploring any of the open ends, spacer is kind of a boring background.

I'm pretty bad at filling in those blanks. I don't want to mary-sue my character. That's why most of my current writing has a heavy focus on the trauma of being resurrected and thrown back into a war. That's some canon information I can run with.

This answer really got away from me, huh. My head is full. I have to go to bed soon. I hope everyone is having a good night!

[visceralcoma]

Fic Writer Meme

Name

Fandoms

Most popular oneshot

Most popular multichapter

Actual worst part of writing

How you choose your titles

Do you outline

Ideas I probably won’t get around to, but wouldn’t it be nice?

Callouts @ Me

Best writing traits

Spicy Tangential Opinion

I got tagged by three lovely fellow writers:  @cartadwarfwithaheartofgold @5lazarus​ and @paraparadigm So I shall tag two more, pardon if you’ve already been tagged by others.  @thereallonelyagain and @chocolatecatcupcakecheese.

Name:  Call me Coma, though my username is visceralcoma - do not refer to me as “visceral” thats not the “given” name part of my username. That’d be the “last/family” name part of my username. Ya dig? 

Fandoms: I have many and I don’t have them all listed on my fandoms page.  But the main ones I write for are Dragon Age, Cyberpunk 2077, Greedfall, Harry Potter, and MCU. My MCU stuff is under a different username on Ao3 because that fandom is.... a special kind of crazy, toxic, drama/wank filled. More so than Dragon Age and I am sooo not up for dealing with them on here.

Most popular oneshot: If we’re going off kudos/likes/reblogs... that would be my Mass Effect Andromeda one shot between Sara Ryder and Jaal, called Static Love. 

Most popular multichapter:  That would be my Self Insert fic, By the Tits of My Ancestors. A Modern Character in Thedas fic that explores Kirkwall’s crime underbelly, specifically the Coterie and finds a connection between Caribbean mythos and Dwarven mythos of the Titans - all wrapped up in a tale of the MCIT finding her way in Kirkwall while trying not to mess up the timeline of the games and utterly and spectacularly failing at it.

Actual worst part of writing: oof... I would say...two things. First is the romance. Though my discord fam assures me that I write romance well. but I don’t get how given what I write is just people getting close in a platonic way with some sex/smut mixed in. I’m largely romance neutral (unsurprising given I’m aromantic), I don’t recognize things as immediately romantic - even in fiction (books/movies) I don’t really see the difference between doing those actions for a romantic partner and doing them for platonic friends. I... don’t get it.

Second is I absolutely hate hand waving. I will do everything in my power for there to be some sort of scientific reasoning/logic behind something - even if the reader never fully knows it or gets an exposition dump - but so long as I know it. And for magic, it HAS to have rules. Things cannot JUST happen because I need them to. And Magic is the worst thing for me to write because so many stories/media that have magic just... don’t have hard fast rules. Ya heard of Hard Science, well I like Hard Magic. There must be rules  and consequences for breaking the rules - to explain WHY there are rules.

How You Choose Your Titles: It’s a mixture of a pun, something funny, a latin phrase, an idiom that I’ve twisted, or just some... feature in the story I latched onto as the common theme or motivation of my protagonist.

Do you outline: Sometimes. I start with a very basic outline and a vain hope I’ll keep to a specific number of words for the whole piece or chapters but I never do. Outlines are really good for figuring out my heading (using sailing metaphors), in where I’m going. Even if it’s not my eventual destination. But it gives me somewhere to start.

Ideas I probably won’t get around to, but wouldn’t it be nice?  Too many... I could never list them because my greedy self will feel compelled to write and post more than 5 chapters of it, and never finish (as if I ever finish any multi chapter fic). I have folders upon folders of ideas half written, chapters started, dialogues mapped out, expositions dumped and worlds drafted. 

Callouts @ Me:  Learn to Finish a Fic!  Lol. thats about it. Everyone bemoans STARTING a story... but I will forever live in the purgatory of learning how to finish a story.

Best writing traits: My best writing traits, in my opinion is action. Its one of the things I find easiest to write - and most fun because I get up and act out the fuil sequence. Figure out how the body should move - whether a specific attack is even possible to happen after the prior.

Spicy Tangential Opinion:  If you intend to be a fanfic writer, do yourself a favor and never participate in fandom spaces beyond being just a writer. Or if you must... do so under a different username than your author name and keep them separate.  You’ll save yourself the headache of fanpol attacking you for whatever slight you made and then attracting hyper-critical haters to your works that will make you doubt and question your ability  or hold you up to whatever fool’s gold standard they have of “righteous” and “pure” topics you’re allowed to write about.

[webcricket]

I had a fluffy ficlet I intended to post today as a soft return to the creative side of the fandom after nearly a year hiatus (I never fully left, but life did happen and I needed time to get a handle on it). However, given what has gone on in the last 48 hours, the timing of my come back into the SPN fanfic writing fold seems wrong. There’s so much outcry of hurt, disappointment, and an absence of empathy toward others’ opinions dominating my dashboard that I simply don’t feel comfortable sharing the version of Castiel that lives within the protective bounds of my heart.

Partly it’s in fear that it will precipitate into backlash toward content that may not be in line with deeply personal and aching perspectives. I, too, am hurting and know that I would not back down from a confrontation if it involves defending the angel; I know myself well enough to know such a situation would tarnish Tumblr irrevocably, and drive me forever from my Cas-positive reader insert writing niche here. Mostly, it’s because “reading the room” tells me people need time, still, to process and grieve.

I’ll be here waiting for when the fires die down, when we can celebrate our characters once more without the long-burning pain ignited by the series end burning brighter than anything else.

[quirkfics]

What's your original fic about? If this hasn't already been asked and you're comfortable telling.

I am totally comfortable telling! So if you follow me over on my original fic blog, you’ve already read a bit about Merrick! He has two short pieces that are as romance filled as any of my longer fanfics here, lol, but I’ve had a story in mind for him for ages. 

I’ve also wanted to write a Full Length story using the gender/body neutral reader because, honestly, escapism/self insert fiction is and has always been a passion of mine. As a kid, a teen, now as an adult- I still want to be part of the magic, and stories like that were a soothing balm to lose myself in during horrible parts of my life.

I’m getting distracted about the WHY, but the what is a very romance heavy, modern faerie adventure! I’ll be posting edited chapters on my original fic blog, but I’m going to try and nanowrimo this and put up my unedited bits and sketches etc on patreon! We’ll see how the patreon bit goes, but I fully intend on finishing it, and I’m hoping to go the romance author route and introduce stories for other characters that feature in the story down the line.  (Y’all. I have so many notes on fantasy/fae characters and creatures. So. Many.)

[marypoppinswasmyfatherbitches]

Oh my goodness, I didnt see the link to your fanfic account! I am dumb. So ignore my previous ask and instead answer this one for the meme. 13, 3, 14, 1 and 2 for Happiness goes on? (I shall leave reviews on your beautiful fanfic soon I promise, they are good.)

(Hiii, sooo…this whole reply is late because I actually typed up ALL OF THIS last night, and then accidentally “x”-ed out of my browser and lost it all, because I am very very stupid. And then was too tired to retype it up before going to sleep. I hope I remember roughly everything, and apologies for that mistake.)

Oh! Haha! Alright then! Thank you! Don’t feel dumb at all for not realizing which AO3 account is mine or for your previous ask(which for others who are curious, said: “1 - 5 for all your fics! Just talk about your favs!”). I was prepared to choose 3 fics (including “Happiness Goes On” since that’s definitely the one I’m most proud of, so I guess that’s closest to a “favorite” right?), and go through the first 5 questions for each, though I won’t lie and say it wouldn’t have taken some time to answer.

BUUUT…since you said to scrap that first ask, I’ll answer these individual ones for “Happiness Goes On.” And your compliment and promise for a future review means SO goddamn much, thank you sincerely.

(WARNING / REMINDER: This is about my fic that deals with the subject of child molestation, and I do reference that a little bit in this reply. Don’t read further if it makes you uncomfortable, which I entirely understand and respect.)

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13: What music did you listen to, if any, to get in the mood for writing this story? Or if you didn’t listen to anything, what do you think readers should listen to to accompany us while reading?

HA! Well, American Pie obviously, for a majority of it. While brainstorming / writing / editing the epilogue? A lotta Billy Joel. ;)

The idea to use American Pie bounced into my brain when it came on the radio at the thrift shop where I volunteer, one of the rare times my own music speaker battery died. Usually a disaster, because our store radio is pretty crappy, but the sound quality wasn’t too bad that day, and I rediscovered how much I love that song and ‘Why isn’t this on my ipod again?’. Listening to the lyrics, I realized how much some of them fit the Guardians in general, and this story specifically, which I have Gamora mentally note in the fic. I was sitting and casually chatting with the manager while also thinking, ‘Google what year this came out when you get home, but I’m sure it’s the 70′s. Peter would know it, and it could be the Zune. I think it could work.’ I’m proud that I was able to reference the song so many times without actually naming it by title, but I assume most readers knew what it was, it’s just that famous. (I also couldn’t resist the light-hearted joke, later when things calmed down, of Gamora saying “This…is the longest song…I have ever heard.” and Peter smiling without even looking at her and giving a cheeky “I know.”)

In terms of using Billy Joel for the epilogue, I’m just a Billy Joel fanatic. The use of him for this story began just from the We Didn’t Start the Fire joke toward Rocket at the bar (I thought it was clever, Peter!), and later on I saw how The Longest Time fit romantically for Starmora, and some of the lyrics matched the healing themes of the overall story, and I thought ‘Maybe they’ve been playing BIlly Joel since that night; maybe that can be the joke.’ Why shouldn’t his Greatest Hits albums (at least) be on the Zune? I struggled a lot over what song should be the final one Gamora comments on before they switch artists to appease the group. I never specify which romantic Billy Joel song Peter and Gamora slow danced to during their “date night” in that six-week summary, but I like to imagine it was Just the Way You Are. I considered Keeping the Faith or Vienna for the final one, but I thought they deserved something more fun and naughty to analyze this time, so Only the Good Die Young it is. :D

In conclusion, I listened to The Longest Time, and the entire An Innocent Man studio album, a lot (as if I needed an excuse).3: What’s your favorite line of narration?

The portion in italics is my favorite line, but I’m including the entire sentence for context purposes: “She would need to grow used to him viewing Yondu as a caring parent who was extraordinarily protective of his boy, and would have hunted down this pervert to whistle a glowing arrow through her skull.”14: Is there anything you wanted readers to learn from reading this fic?

Ohh geez, wow, that one is tough. I don’t know if it’s accurate to say this story was intended to educate, but just to explore the idea with fictional characters. I have no expertise on the subject, and would never claim such, or talk down to those who do. I didn’t intend to create a PSA. I suppose all of the “lessons” for Peter (if they can be called that) I hope all readers already know and agree on (basically a collection of “it wasn’t your fault” and “this doesn’t define you” and “trauma isn’t a competition, someone else suffering worse doesn’t invalidate your experience” and “you should feel comfortable talking about anything without judgement or shame” etc.).

Slightly lesser scale messages, there’s also reminders about the importance of communication, trusting each other, letting the other person speak in an argument, not letting one’s jealousy/instincts/bad mood interfere with fairness, not running away from a fight or staying angry, respecting boundaries and privacy, all that healthy relationship jazz that these two are still figuring out. 1: What inspired you to write the fic this way?

This post is already very long, and I could probably talk for hours about the decision-making process for many scenes (of my GotG fics, this took the longest to write and publish, over 2 months), so I’ll try to condense this to a few bullet points that probably don’t fit the “inspired” criteria.

- It was originally going to be in two parts, 4 scenes each, when I thought the epilogue would be much shorter. But as the lil’ wrap-up got longer (because we needed a fluffy conclusion, dammit!), I decided to make it a separate “chapter.”

- I think the concept probably started as one of those strange, angsty “what if?” scenarios I make up in my head at night that I still can’t believe I created into a full-fledged work. I liked the idea of Peter and Gamora having this conversation and her comforting him, but I knew if I was really going to throw it out there for other fans, it had be more balanced with happier moments, too. I just know I was always going to make the offender a woman - both because it would lead to the misunderstanding that she was a past consensual hook-up when Peter was an adult to spark some irritation and jealousy in Gamora, and because it’s realistically different from other sexual assault stories, since women can be pedophiles and child predators too, and they’re just as horrible. :(

- The fanfic idea of “Gamora accidentally starts a fire while trying to cook, and Peter falsely accuses and lashes out at Rocket” was in my head before, but there were two key differences. 1) It was the entire plot, not a light-hearted subplot in the shadows of something bigger, 2) Meredith’s letter was either fully or partially burnt as a result of the fire. By the end Gamora was going to confess it was her fault, that she was trying to surprise Peter by cooking spaghetti, and he would apologize both to her and to Rocket for losing his temper and getting so angry. I hated that idea later and found it too sad (he’s already lost the Walkman and second cassette tape, why would I want him to lose even more from his mother?), and in “Spark My Memory” (the Christmas fic I wrote for “12 Days of Starmora”) the Guardians put his mother’s letter in the photo album gift for Peter, completely safe and unharmed. I like to keep all my fanfics canon-compliant and non-contradictory from each other, so the letter is fine, no burning it.

Yet “Gamora started a fire cooking” still seemed fun to me, as I like the idea that she’s so badass and skilled and intelligent, but failed at something so domestic and simple. Kinda cute. I was so excited to insert it into this, because I think it worked on multiple levels. It’s a driving force for the plot (the reason the team go to the restaurant and they stumble upon that particular waitress), the reason Gamora was already in a bad mood during her fight with Peter, it could be used as a metaphor/comparison for Peter’s anxiety and Gamora’s guilt, it was something for the Guardians to put at a higher priority to tease and mock Gamora for while oblivious to the main story, something for Peter to just break down into giggles over once they changed the subject (because he earned a good laugh after that heartbreaking and vulnerable childhood trauma story), an excuse to give Rocket so many funny lines, an overall silly and sitcommy-style subplot to fall back on, and a sweet “victory!” for Gamora to have (sort of?) conquered by the epilogue. ^_^2: What scene did you first put down?

This is easy. I’ve written all but one (8 out of 9) of my fanfics in order, except for “Just Like Everybody Else.” So ya, I wrote the opening scene first, Baby Groot’s magic trick lesson and Peter’s oh-so-cruel “can only be seen once” deception. I needed to ease readers (and myself) into the angst and heavy shit to follow, and that cute idea had also been in the back of my mind for a while. ^_^

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PHEW, OKAY, ALL RE-TYPED! Thank you again SO MUCH for the lovely ask and wonderful questions, your actual interest and curiosity thrilled me! You see I wasn’t kidding about the incessant babbling. :P

Thank you also for the kudos you left on AO3, and take care!~

[felicityollies]

3, 13 &18

3) Do you prefer writing OC’s or reader inserts? Explain your answer.

Original Characters. I’ve never written a reader insert fic and I probably never will... definitely not my thing. 

13) Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why?

I’m actually not a fan of writing Tommy and it’s not because I don’t like him. I love him and I feel like I write him really one dimentionally like he’s the goofy flirt and kind of jerky guy and that’s it. Which I hate, so I hate trying to write him. 

18) Do you have any abandoned WIP’s? What made you abandon them?

I don’t like to say they’re abandoned because I fully intend to get back to them eventually but older things like There’s a Hole in my Soul, I’m Not Crazy, the taste of poison on your lips, Freaky Friday, and Bonnie and Clyde have been put on the major back burner due to inspiration and other problems. 

fanfic writer asks

[aubren]

Make me finish fics

Alright. So I wanna write fanfiction. But even though writing itself comes easy to me, I have a hard time just getting myself to do it. I also get easily distracted. (Meh, ADHD and depression.) I’ve tried tactics by myself to get myself to do it, but they never fully work.

One of the issues is that I do enjoy having an audience for my work. It’s definitely not the full issue, but it’s a part of it.

So I wanna try something. I want my audience to participate in getting me to write. I want several readers to basically pressure, harrass, or encourage me to finish. I want this to happen at least once a day, by multiple people. If I don’t finish a chapter in a week, it’s obviously not working, feel free to drop out.

Why should you do this? Aside from altruistic reasons, for the fanfic of course! I intend to write a fanfic involving a reader-insert focusing on each and every non-typical romantic/sexual orientation. Chapters are by request.

Want Sans to reject the reader because he’s akoi? Done. Want the reader to explain sex-repulsion to Lucifer? He’s going to be a confused-bunny by the end of it, but done deal. Want the reader to have an asexual romance with Peridot? ‘Kay.

Rules: 1. One romantic or sexuality at a time. I will NEVER hint to any other orientation in the reader-insert, unless it’s a pairing (i.e a Toffee/reader implies that you like men and maybe are a furry, but if it’s about aromanticism, then it’s about aromanticism.)

2. No sex, I’m repulsive. Limes are maybe kinda fine.

3. Gender-neutral. Reader is they/them, sexualities are expressed in their relatively gender-neutral version (heteroflexible/homoflexible: either androflexible or gynoflexible).

4. No AUs

5. Only one chapter at a time. No sequel chapters, because I want to write reader-inserts, not OCs (using the Toffee example, I don’t want to write a sequel where they’re androflexible; thus implying they’re aromantic androflexible.) Chapters involving a previously used character are fine, but it’s gonna have a seperate storyline.

6. No well-known orientations, which includes and is alloromantic/ allosexual, gynoromantic/gynosexual, andromantic/androsexual, biromantic/bisexual. So basically straigjt/gay/lesbian/bi. So that means I’ll write cross orientations, panromantics, polysexuals, fraysexuals, etc.

7. You’ve gotta bug me everyday until I post the chapter. That includes people who didn’t request it.

So basically, I’m offering representation that we both need.

If you want to see how well I write, my ao3 handle has the same name as this one. My Undertale one is crappy and cringey, but The Allure has gotten a lot of kudos. If that’s not enough, I will personally send you tidbits of my original work that I tried and stopped. They are just unfinished tidbits though.

These are the fandoms I’ll write about:

•A Bug’s Life •Adventure Time •Agent Carter (1st season only) •Avatar: The Last Airbender •Gravity Falls •Law Of Talos •Lucifer (up to Quid Pro Ho) •MCU Thor •My Little Pony (up to 3rd season finale) •Star vs The Forces of Evil •Static Shock (time-fixed; set in modern times) •Steven Universe •Undertale •Wander Over Yonder

So yeah. If this goes nowhere, at least I csn say I tried. I do hope this happens. Amd pelase, no “you’re supposed to write fanfics because you want to!” or “you shouldn’t be begging for attention for fics!” Like, yeah, I get it. Trying this anyways. You have better things to do then writing that reply, like scrolling past this.

So yeah! I hope you support this project of mine. I hope to write some cool fics in the future.

[bigbuffjoonie]

Quarter Quell - A review (with a side of comments from the peanut gallery)

This was like, days overdue but due to personal life at work I haven't gotten the chance to sit down and write this but now here we are! I was suggested to apply to be a beta reader for the next Quarter Quell chapter, so I'm giving it a shot! I don't know if I had to reply or make a new post so...I hope this is okay! And honestly even if I don't make it, like, this is moreso for people to see and check this fic out because DAMN. This is a (self insert where you're Y/N) jungkook yandere hunger games au fic titled Quarter Quell by @chinkbihh !!

WARNING: Spoilers for the fic ahead, as well as violence, gore, murder, death - please read the tags before you read this fanfic as there is a lot of content people may be uncomfortable with.

If you're familiar with the Hunger Games series, then have you ever thought about what would be worse than being reaped into the games? There are many answers to this of course, but in this story we get to find out a horrifying scenario. That a contender from the Careers, the most dangerous districts, is absolutely obsessed with you and makes it known he will not stop in the games until he has you. And you haven't even said a word to him. Or if you're familiar with yandere characters - then how do you escape a yandere in the hunger games? Better question is, CAN you? This fic is a thriller that you don't want to miss as you read Y/N's struggles.

The fic starts off strong with Jungkook's interview, where we are introduced to his dark eyes, brutal mindset and shark smile as he declares he fully intends to win by whatever means necessary. And takes pride in it. What's even scarier, however, is when he confesses his love for Y/N - the crowd eats it up but we are left with Y/N's horror as she recalls never having said two words to the guy. And it only gets worse for her from there. As the story continues we are left with the questions: Why is Jungkook so attached? What will he do?

The characters in this story pull you further into the story and help move it along no matter how big or small a role they have. Chenle, however briefly he appeared, continues to cross both Y/N's and our minds, wondering if he is okay. Taehyung's character and his death left me with a feeling of grief and what could have been - the scenes we shared with him when he was looking after Y/N led us to a caring personality shining through his intimidating nature. Their alliance, though short, was a bittersweet camarderie that is unforgettable to both Y/N and the audience.

Another unforgettable alliance is that of Y/N's and Joy's. Such different personalities and morals but still they came together and it was the sweetest frenemyship to witness despite the circumstances. Each chapter had surprised me with Joy's involvement starting from the first chapter where she tried to warn Y/N about Jungkook's obsession, up to the latest chapter where Joy was the one who wanted to uphold the alliance a little longer. Joy is a girl who thinks nothing of killing others, yet she is not a one-dimensional murder machine. She's sassy, blunt, and gives off the older sister vibe without realizing it herself. More brash than Y/N, yet I could envision her lip wobbling of its own accord at Y/N's rejection - I am going to miss their unlikely friendship very much.

Jungkook I am interested in as I feel the less I know of him, the more I wish to know (similar to that of Taehyung). Yet I understand that as Y/N, we only know as much as she knows, cementing the horror in having this murderous stranger after us due to his obsession (apologies for the royal we and us lol). It makes you uneasy, and even from reading his point of view, you worry about him catching up.

And lastly, Y/N. I haven't read many hunger games fics, but this protagonist was refreshing to read. With a realistic view of her chances, and a soft, stubborn side of her not wanting to murder to win that we could relate to, Y/N is a character you can't help rooting for (even if you want to shake her for standing still sometimes). You want her to make it and more importantly, you want for her to escape Jungkook's grasp.

A short note is the attention to the environment/surroundings in this story is top notch. This is a fic that cares as much about the character's surroundings as it does about the plot, with everchanging arenas in various climates that really drive home the Capitol's cruelty. The fic pays a lot of attention to the hunger games original, and the quarter quell twists keep on coming. Just like the arena, the plot twists keep changing and you will never know what happens next. The cliffhanger (HA) at the end will make you scream. Please do give this a read if you like hunger games and thrillers, you will not be disappointed. Now if you'll excuse me I have some more screaming to do BECAUSE I'M STILL NOT OVER CHAPTER THREE HOLY SHIT-