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[writetobuildtheworld]

did you know... that if you don’t kudos/comment on fics... authors don’t know you read and enjoyed them...

[dawningfairytale]

ricky potts is an ao3 user. constance blackwood is a fanfic.net user. they have calm discussions over tea about this

[perenial]

im halfway through a marvellous light and it's great!! v cool worldbuilding!! gorgeous prose!! but. and i mean this in the nicest way possible. u can Tell freya marske is a fic writer

[sun-daisies]

I just finished rereading the entire hunger games trilogy. I haven't read those books in at least 10 years, and as it turns out it was definitely the biggest influence in my writing to date and I didn't even realize

[damn-daemon]

Chapter Sixty Two - The Fear

"You should have consulted me about the dispensing of punishment," Emmon squeaked from his seat. Stuck between Genna and Daven, he looked impossibly smaller. "Promising the soldiers they could return home? They are traitors, and should have been dealt with as such."

"You'll have enough problems keeping order in the Riverlands. A little mercy can go a long way," Jaime replied, taking a bite from his meal, dutifully cut once again by his loving wife. She'd kept her eyes on Emmon the entire time. The large apple in his throat had bobbled.

"And what of Edmure Tully? So long as he lives, the people will claim he is their lord. I demand he be returned at once."

Myra had straightened. "Who are you to make demands? If it weren't for Jaime, you'd still be stuck in the muck with your goats and pigs."

Daven laughed at that, his meal partly stuck in his beard. "Emmon never did meet a woman he could best."

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[thelightningstreak]

Final Chapter for Karma - Thread Complete!

Part of Deliverance - A collection of one-shots and short stories on ff.net featuring Valerie Gray and Dan Phantom

Chapter Summary for Karma Part 15, Epilogue: The clear-minded Ghost King Dan Phantom struggles under the weight of his past, but he's not the only one as he and Valerie forge a little found family from the ashes of the world around them. Final chapter of the Karma thread!

Chapter Warnings: None

Overall Thread Rating: M

Read the new chapter here on FFN!

[ginnyrules27]

The Fates have had it. They're tired of cutting all the life threads of the denizens of the Isle while Auradon seems to be unaware of the issue. While they're not supposed to reveal the future, that's never stopped them before now has it?

[miscmangos-wonderland]

time to tma post on main even tho im still in the 140s of episodes and not even past the 3/4 point of the podcast but i had some Thoughts i think youd all like, copypasted directly from my dms with my buddy @/sbpstudios (hi neil if you see me)

"theres a key difference between hunt, slaughter, and flesh. to me anyways.

and thats like. the end result/purpose of the deaths.

for hunt, its in the chase and pursuit, of prey and predation.

for flesh, its the blending of meat and bone, of being only the sum of your parts and being valued insomuch as you can provide. flesh is about what you leave behind when you are killed.

slaughter is about death. death and killing, indiscriminate and uncaring so long as the pied piper gets his dues"

[septimus-heap]

Hi! Terribly sorry to disturb you- I was just wondering where to find your Marcia Overstrand fanfic? I'm new to Tumblr and not sure where to find things unfortunately. Thank you so much!

You're going to have to be more specific because I have several marcia fics but my ao3 has most of them on it

Also tips since u r new - PLEASE add a pfp and reblog some posts, every time I see you in my notes I almost block you on instinct because you look like a bot

[clyrnin10yearslater]

Sleep

"Before he knew what he was thinking, he scooped her sleeping form into his arms and promptly thought he might die all over again when she made a small sound, her head falling against his shoulder. Her heart continued its steady beat. He could feel it thrumming throughout his own body. Once she was in his arms he had no idea what he ought to do with her."

Myrnin had always struggled with finding a balance in his focus. As a boy he had received his fair share of beatings, too distracted by the stars to see wolves picking off the sheep. It hardly got better the older he got. So focused on the task at hand he often failed to recognize his own needs before hunger or exhaustion overwhelmed him. Or his attention would be drawn so rapidly from one idea to the next that nothing would get done properly. 

But worst of all was how often he neglected to notice things about those he cared for. Certainly, he had caught on that Claire was staying in the lab far later into the night than was typical, but it wasn’t until she smacked his hand away from her most recent project that he realized she no longer wore her engagement ring. His attempt to broach the subject made the smile drop from her sweet face so fast he hadn’t dared to mention it again in the following weeks. Judging by the fact that all pigmentation had returned to the band of skin around her finger he probably ought to have noticed far earlier than he did. 

If his focus hadn’t been so dominated by his own wasted shame for having missed something that obviously distressed the poor girl, then perhaps he would’ve noticed when her heartbeat began to slow and her tinkering came to a stop. 

They were working in a calm peaceful sort of silence, or at least as close to as one could get with a human. And yet only when the quiet became true silence, interrupted only by Claire’s soft shallow breaths and steady heartbeat did he risk looking at her and ruining the moment. 

When he saw her there, her head tucked against her arms, parchment, and opened books scattered across the table he thought his unbeating heart may burst. He had only ever seen the girl sleep a handful of times before and never once had she looked as though she were truly at peace. 

“Claire?” he called tentatively across the laboratory, making his way toward her. Could that position be comfortable for her? The way her neck lay crooked to keep her head in her arms, and the pen making indentations in her face made him think otherwise. Excuses. He knew. He knew he just wanted to be closer to her, in the rare opportunity when he could allow himself to be without fear of being deemed too close by her. He just wanted to be near her. Close, close, close. He wanted to hold her close.

He felt it, somewhere deep inside him, that sick, horrible, delightful urge to take advantage of the opportunity the girl provided for him, trusting him too much. Perhaps she wasn’t as smart smart smart as everyone gave her credit for after all, nobody with a modicum of intelligence would trust a monster let alone enough to find themselves asleep in the monster's lair,  any chance of defense or escape lost that vulnerable state. No, not so smart smart smart at all.  His fangs snapped down, the sweet, so sweet, scent of her overwhelming his senses as he continued his approach. 

And then he stopped, all at once realizing his intentions. He couldn’t help the flicker of relief that coursed through him. She really did make him better. There was just something about her that made him need to be better. If only she had come along long ago. Perhaps he never would have become a monster at all. He shook his head. That was hardly fair to her. What pressure to put on a single human, to fix generations of madness, centuries of his own insanity. 

Recently he’d let himself tell her a story of his childhood, his father in particular. (For someone who frequently protested her dislike of history, Claire was very curious.) His arm still tingled where her touch had lingered several moments longer than usual, her gaze filled with more sympathy than he, or his father, deserved. Her mouth had opened, in that way that had become so familiar to him, when she hesitated on what to say next. 

He’d been caught off guard by a strong rush of desire to kiss her. Kiss her before she could speak and rekindle any emotion he’d long since blocked off in regards to his childhood. Kiss her because her lips were warm and ever so inviting. Kiss her because he hadn’t done it right the first time. Kiss her because dear god he loved her. 

Coward and fool that he was, he’d rushed abruptly away from her, making some excuse that mere days later he couldn’t recall, all the while seething with self-hatred. For hours after she’d gone he wondered at what might have been. Not the kiss of course. He knew how that would have gone. Even though she avoided going home with increasing desperation he knew her decreased love for that boy would still never translate into love for him. He had never been quite so lucky. Had he kissed her then she would have rejected him. He could handle being her friend, boss even, so long as he never had to face such an intimate rejection from her. 

No, instead he wondered what might have been if she’d been there when he was but a boy. If they’d grown together. She would have saved him, of that he was certain. And in those moments, when she held more power over him than she ever knew, he was fairly certain she could have saved them all. His father, his wicked mother, even his sisters whose names flickered in out of memory like flames in the wind. Claire could have saved them all from themselves. How indescribably cruel of him to believe her capable of the impossible. 

Before he knew what he was thinking, he scooped her sleeping form into his arms and promptly thought he might die all over again when she made a small sound, her head falling against his shoulder. Her heart continued its steady beat. He could feel it thrumming throughout his own body. Once she was in his arms he had no idea what he ought to do with her. 

He could carry her back to her home, but he wasn’t certain how good an idea that would be. Myrnin knew that boy had always been… distrusting of their relationship, even when he himself believed his feelings towards her were merely professional. He didn’t know what was going on between the two, but the last thing he wanted was Claire blaming him for making it worse. 

For a moment he considered waking her, or at least putting her back where she’d been and letting her sleep without disturbance. But she was so warm and the stool she’d fallen asleep upon so cold and perhaps it was pure selfishness but he couldn’t fathom abandoning her to that. He held her tighter as her breath swirled against his cheek, wishing he could just hold her forever. But she’d be upset with him if she woke in his arms. He’d hurt her enough that she wouldn’t trust that his intentions were purely innocent. The silvery glint of the scars upon her neck served as a good reminder of the pain he caused when allowed to get too close. 

He didn’t use his bedroom very frequently. Even as a human, he’d preferred to stay awake, avoiding the darkness that came with the closing of his eyes. Nonetheless, the door swung open with nary a sound. Her scent, overpowering in the main areas of the lab as it was, still lingered in this space, though it had been years since she’d occupied it and he’d attempted to wash the smell of her out several times. 

He could not bring her home. He could not allow her to sleep in the cold discomfort of the lab. And he certainly could not hold her. But he could lay her here, in the bed he had used no more than twice since she’d last used it, hoping that it would be familiar enough for her to remain unfrightened upon waking. 

“Myrnin?” Claire’s voice called, groggy and thick with sleep. He moved to step back, having just finished tucking her under the threadbare covers — he ought to invest in better blankets, in case she ever needed to rest there again — but she caught his fingers before he could get away. 

“Hush now,” he murmured, stroking her hair out of her face with his free hand. “Go back to sleep, fy annwyl.” He didn’t know how awake she truly was, but when her grip on his hand tightened, tugging him gently toward the small bed, he wasn’t strong enough to pull away. And when she spoke, voice soft but insistent, he could do nothing less than oblige her request to stay. 

With Claire held safely in his arms, Myrnin found that for the first time in all the centuries that he’d been alive, the oppressive darkness of sleep brought no terrors to wake him.

[quil12]

Omg i hope this is not coming off stalkish or anything but i saw you in my notifications and i was like,,,is this the person that made those fics where tatsuya and katsuya are bonding,,and yes! It was you! I love them sooo much wfghrxjud never stop doing gods work😭🥹

Oh! Don't worry, not stalkerish at all lmao. And omg yeah, when I played EP, I was just immediately drawn to and invested in their relationship - honestly the most intriguing part of the game for me lmao. They just really infested my brain. They deserve to just bond and hang out together!! I actually just started writing another one-shot today with them cause the ideas don't want to stop (it's very much pre-canon with baby Tatsuya and slightly-less-baby-but-still-baby Katsuya)

(Your art is also immaculate btw. I've been thinking about the one with Lisa and Tatsuya playing basketball since I saw it lmao. Just the expression on his face)

[11x13kyle]

are you going to share with us your hollycomb discovery

i was curious yesterday and wanted to see how old she was when the scenic route was written and i found out that she was 29 which made my world shift a bit……..like 29 isn’t old by any means that’s not what i’m saying i think i just assumed we were closer in age!

[rubberbandballqueen]

About your tags: is there more that you can share about the OW fandom and fics? This was a phenomenon I wonder about too. It was one of the most popular fandoms around 2017-2018, but the way the fandom stopped on its tracks around 2019 was hard not to notice. Especially from people who didn't play the game but were aware of it's fandom.

oh! overwatch is one of about 50-ish fandoms i track for this one spreadsheet project i do as a hobby (which i Technically blog about @fandom-data-scientist, but i've been too lazy to do a proper writeup to explain what the hell it is i do), wherein i try to answer the age-old question: when did the weebs move to ao3?

(the answer is late 2015/early 2016. most likely this was in large part a result of undertale and sports anime, but that's currently just my own conjecture)

According To My Research(tm), the overwatch fandom peaked in late 2016/early 2017 when it comes to the number of new fics posted per month. after this, it declined quite rapidly, as it didn't even get to enjoy a plateau period.

(there's a reason why the plots are really wonky towards the end of this graph-- it's bc i found the past dates for number of fics archived to a particular site via the wayback machine. since those snapshots are typically bot crawls, the number of fics shown on the fandoms listings will not include fics that have been archive-locked. although i technically started this project in august 2022, i did not add overwatch to my tracking list until this june/july or so. my current guess for the small uptick in the rate of ow fics published to ao3 in october 2022 is that the sequel came out? and then the rate plunged for january 2023 bc of the ai scraping scare that happened at around that time-- nearly every single fandom i track had a significant drop right then bc everyone was archive-locking their fics. the rate shooting up in like july 2023 on this chart is bc like i said, that's when i added ow to my list of tracked fandoms; because i'm logged into my own ao3 acct when checking these numbers live, i get access to the archive-locked fics and so the display number goes up.)

in my experience, fandoms will generally kind of plateau in their fic production after their peak, which will ofc normally gradually taper off. games that receive regular lore or story updates probably have fairly long or stable plateaus, although i haven't made scatterplots or made any comparing analyses to prove this rigorously. this plateau period generally represents a time of fandom stability as the fair-weather, casual, or migratory slash fans run off to the next big thing.

if we ignore the fact the plague and quarantine happened, we can see a nice, steady, and very consistent plateau period for the danganronpa fandom from about 2018-2020!

let's look at an older fandom, like my archnemesis final fantasy:

granted, the ao3 numbers are kind of all over the place these days, but you kind of get my point by now, right? that healthy fandoms tend to plateau as the wind carries away the faintly-interested and leaves the long-haulers behind to form their communities.

overwatch struck me as unusual when i was on one of my long wayback machine trips because of the way there was a net increase of only two fics published from 1 july 2021 to 1 october 2021, when before then it had usually been in the hundreds or so. i then went on a work tangent n googled around n more or less concluded it had Something to do with some kind of scandal with the development company, but otherwise i don't really have any more comments on it hahaha.

[blissfali]

taught my mom what mpreg is by accident

[skyland2703]

I want to read power rangers wedding fics!! Anybody have any recommendations???

[fantastic-nonsense]

me reading exactly how this grace thing works by irnan for the 50th time, every time I read it: *tearing up* "oh my god Dick keeps letters and cards from his loved ones within arms' reach in his office desk at all times"