#fanfic The True Life

[heartshapedbabydolls]

Louisiana with Rust

Heavily inspired by @madsmilfelsen Lost Dogs series💓

[raileurta]

Dark Soulmates au idea

Sometimes very rarely a person will have a soul disfigurement. In a regular pair of soulmates the "soul" is split evenly between them. Sometimes someone will get more "soul" than the other but it rarely affects them. In extremely rare cases though a person could have 90%+ of their pair's "soul." This leads to the recipient being more apathetic, violent, and having an obsession with their soulmate.

[thepricebechloe]

"Set 13 years after the destruction of Arcadia Bay, Max Caulfield, now an established photographer, and Chloe Price, now a proud owner of a diner and mechanic shop, has been living a good life together after settling in California. Still with the power to rewind time, Max soon realized that her ability is slowly degrading. As a result, Max's existence slowly cease to exist from reality. Chloe, who was given a second chance to live life thanks to Max's power, now has to make sure that Max would retain her rewind ability in order to continue existing. With Max's life at the palms of Chloe, would she succeed or fail her partner in time. See what happens next..."

So yeah, I have been in a sort of journey thinking of a pretty cool plot if ever the Life is Strange games would visit Max and Chloe again. Basically in my idea, Max and Chloe has been living great and all. They're successful in life and is in a pretty stable living. One day, Max not only realized that her powers were weakening, she also noticed that her existence is also slowly fading along with it. With both of them alarmed with Max's situation, Chloe has to make sure that she help Max to continue living the life they have. Basically, Chloe has to do everything regardless of how ridiculous it could be. Dye her hair blue again? She has to. Drive her back to Arcadia Bay? She has to. Bring her back to the lighthouse? She has to. Anything to keep Max existing.

So at the end, it would either be that Chloe does everything for Max, or they just live their current lives until one day Max just suddenly disappear.

I dunno. Is it corny? It think it kinda alright tho.

Also the comic cover is just a fanart/fanfic of mine.

THIS IS NOT AN OFFICIAL COMIC!!

[tragic-fluff]

I am so thrilled to share this! One of my most loyal readers of my fanfic, Phoebe, commissioned this work by Senekart on Instagram. It illustrates the end of chapter 40. So beautiful! I hope you enjoy!

[actual-changeling]

This post is something that can actually be so personal and no I am not done talking about it. There's a whole concept behind it and the fucking hair ties are just one way of channeling it but oh boy is it a good one. This works so well with the hair braiding too and i cannot think about it to much or i will spontaneously combust, but I had to so I hope you enjoy the result of it.

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Joel has a hair tie on his wrist because Ellie forgets to take a spare and when the first one breaks or she loses it somehow, he can offer it to her before her hair becomes an annoyance.

He has one because she gives it to him sometimes when they're laying on the couch and her ponytail makes resting her head on a pillow or against his chest uncomfortable. At times she also takes it out simply because her scalp is especially sensitive that day and the constant pull becomes painful after a while. There's always another one in his jacket pocket, too, so when Ellie asks him for braids afterward or allows him to do her hair he isn't limited to simpler styles.

It starts with hair ties in Jackson but there are months of different acts preceding it.

Joel carried whatever he could for her, taking more than necessary sometimes because the slim line of her shoulders being weighed down by her backpack made his heart ache even when he couldn't admit it to himself back then, not at first at least. There are water bottles, sweatshirts she cannot quite fit into hers that day, all of their food, whatever first aid materials he can find, even a spare bar of soap.

Then he starts carrying hair ties once they get to Jackson and suddenly he needs to keep a brush on him, too, and with the brush comes a comb and with the comb comes a hat and with the hat comes a homemade creme he traded for since her hands are uncomfortably dry sometimes (she never said so but he knows her), and after that what started as a small piece of twisted fabric turns into him carry a bag around that is filled with everything his brain thinks Ellie might require at some point. Sure, maybe he is being a little bit overprotective and maybe Tommy jokes about getting him a purse several times, but he can offer her sunscreen and a bottle of water during summer, he gives her gloves and a scarf in winter when she doesn't remember to put them on before leaving, there's always one of her books in a side pocket, too, and as soon as he finds her a new one, her Walkman gets an especially safe place in his bag.

And yes, he fusses over her a little bit too much, maybe even to the point of being smothering sometimes (she always tells him to back off when that happens and he does without complaint), but Ellie grew up utterly alone and without someone to look after her for fourteen years, she deserves to know what it is like to be cared about by someone. Whatever she asks for, whatever she needs, he gives it to her even when she could walk home and come back with the thing in question in less than ten minutes. There's always a snack, a spare sweatshirt in case she gets cold, space for the one she takes off when she gets too warm, a small sketchbook and a pencil both as a distraction and so she can draw whenever she feels like it.

No one pays any attention to it, and while Tommy softly teases him about it from time to time, the smile that blooms on Ellie's face when he quietly gives her something she needs based on nothing but hardwired instincts before the words leave her mouth tells him everything he needs to know.

Joel might not be good with words, but he continues to carry a bag and hands her little pieces of his love time and time again, hoping she can put the puzzle together, hoping she knows.

Ellie does the same, hoping Joel notices it, hoping he knows what it means, that with every time she tells him to rest, every cup of coffee on his nightstand, every night spent in his bed when she wakes to the mere suggestion of a nightmare and brushes them away before they can settle so she can put herself in their place instead, every trashy action movie she borrows from the library for their weekly movie night, every handmade guitar pick she gifts him, every single gesture she does not have to do but does regardless because she wants to, she is saying I love you, too.

They notice, they care, they willing hand over carefully chosen parts of themselves and the puzzle they piece together is one and the same, because paying attention to things is how they show love and it is oh so easy when there is nothing to look at but each other.

[ruewrote]

𝑜𝑓𝑓𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑦.

PAIRING: ryan lucan x fem!reader WARNINGS: strong language and a lot of crushing GENRE: fluff SONG INSPIRATION: kiss the girl from the little mermaid WORD COUNT: 500+

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saying you liked ryan was the understatement of the year.

you had a crush on this man as soon as you got to Colorado.

when you first met him, it felt like a breath of fresh air.

this man one hundred percent gives off golden retriever vibes.

it doesn’t help squash your feelings on how good of a person he is!

him helping out steph with the record store when she’s stressing,

helping old ladies cross the road.

he’s a park ranger for god sakes.

you can’t lie and say that he wasn’t the cause of you running purposefully near the park every other day because he was. you never even thought to pick up a pair of running shoes until you found that out.

yeah, you might not ever be able to have him, but you could at least admire him. he’s just so pretty to look at.

 you decided to leave a little flower at the bench he’d rest at half way through his shift. it was worth the smile it put on his face, jogging away when he had received it.

more recently you wrote little affirmations on a piece of paper tucked away with the flower.

now? you were sat on the record store counter keeping stephanie company as she did inventory, talking her ear off as she flicked through some of the vinyl’s. her eyebrows furrow concentrating on what she was doing but not hard enough that she could still hear you loud and clear.

your legs swinging back and forth sighing happily at the groovy music that ran throughout the place. that’s when the bell rang, it was ryan. he looked heated, but polite enough to say hi to her as he walked in.

walking straight for you, gulping as he got closer. legs stopped kicking when he got so close that you were faced to face. both of his hands were pressed either side of you cornering you, to do nothing but just look at him.

“i got your flowers and your little notes.”

oh fuck. you had been found out. maybe you could play it off?

“uh- what flowers?” you could feel your face flush. so much for playing coy.

“nu-uh you know exactly what i’m talking about.” his face was so close to yours, wondering if itd even help leaning back right now, just closing your eyes hoping the floor would swallow you whole right now.

“fine it was me, you happy?” closing your eyes scared of his reaction.

that’s when everything went quiet, the song changed in the shop and the melody of ‘i was made for lovin’ you’ by kiss played.

steph trying to wingman for you in the radio room.

eyes still closed a giggle left your mouth, but stopped when you felt his lips on yours, tensing up but almost immediately melting into the kiss. wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him closer to deepen it.

hearing a door shut and the girl in the corner cheer, making the two of you pull away laughing.

“i was hoping it was you.”

© ruewrote.

[mearchy]

I used to read a lot of really really dark sad whump fics pretty much exclusively. Characters getting absolutely mentally and physically annihilated in the worst, most soul-crushing circumstances possible. Lots of hurt no comfort. Lots of apocalypses. Over the past five or six years, I’ve turned to reading mostly stories about characters getting dogs and having adventures with them, or growing old together, or escaping bad circumstances against all odds. Fix-it AUs. Slice-of-life fics. I’m not necessarily a happier person. I think I just value those stories more than I did. Something something the dystopia is here something something wisdom comes with age. Dykwim

[graylinesspam]

The lights in the ship are turned low. Just the lights of the electronics fill the cockpit with any visibility. Well that and maybe the slightest glow of the stars, still and far away in the view port. Theres music playing low as well. Something slow and melodic with a raspy singer and bassy strings instruments.

The ship shifted as Anakin steered it through the traffic lane. And the jostle of movement made her come ever so slightly further into consciousness.

Her eyes burned with sleep and her lids felt heavy. The position she was sprawled in, low in her seat with her head hanging heavily and the straps digging in under her chin. But she was too asleep to adjust her position and the prospect of waking anymore was something she quickly decided against.

She just turned her head to rest on her shoulder and closed her eyes again.

The song shifted to something else. A deep almost sensual string of cords followed by a singer whose voice sounded smoke burnt and saddened.

A flash of bright lights invaded the cockpit and her eyelids as other ship traffic moved around them. She winced her lids inadvertently prying open as darkness returned. Through the dimness she could see Anakin's hands as he flew. Watched the gleam of light over one crest of pale knuckles and the duller cast from the dusty leather covering hid servo-hand.

There was no tension in his hands and the slightest reassurance let her relax back into that state of almost asleep again. She grasped for that unconsciousness, trying to drag it back before she woke up too much.

As soon as she was on the edge of it again, her eyes were assaulted once more, the brightness growing as they passed a busy spaceport. Ahsoka huffed in annoyance as she struggled to sit up in her seat. Her neck burning at the place that the belt had been pressing into her.

Her whole body was stiff with discomfort as she unbuckled the straps and turned in her chair. She grabbed hold of the robe laying across her lap as she sifted pulling it up until the hood covered her face.

Anakin chucked once and flicked his fingers over the slider that controlled the music volume, it became barely perceptibly louder. The rasp of instruments and voices somehow soothing in their rough vibration.

The air under the robe grew hot with her breath but not even that could keep her conscious as the ship rocked her slowly back to sleep.

A moment of consciousness, barely a memory. But one she will hold close for all her life. And visit often in her dreams.

[batcavescolony]

Ok let's be real a second. Someone made a comment that I saw that said something along the lines of 'Fanfic isn't that deep it's not Social Commentary, it's just writing' and they couldn't be FURTHER FROM THE TRUTH.

First the definition of Social Commentary

Every song you listen to, every book you read, every art you like is social commentary. When you headcanon a character as POC or Queer, when you base a fic of something that happened to you, the second you begin to write your fanfic you're now producing Social Commentary.

Fandom and Fanfic isn't in a void, it interacts with the world. Anne Rice the writer of Vampire Chronicles (+others) sent Cease & Desist orders to popular fanfic writers. You know how writers put 'I do not own [original work], it belongs to [author].'? That's because of her! How many books now are ex-FanFic! How many fics are written to spite the writers? How many fandoms have raised money for a cause? How many people write to feel seen?

While fanfic IS a fun way to express yourself, whether you see it that way or not, that's not the ONLY thing it's is. it's an act of defiance, it can change how people see the world, it's can actually change the world! Fanfic IS political, it IS social commentary, IS that deep and don't forget that.

[wake-up-puppet-boy]

Anyone else find the idea of Sammy from the Bendy games to be an ink clone tragic?

All you crave is to get your humanity back. So much so that you’re willing to do things that you find detestable. You and everyone else’s hope is dependent on being subservient to a demon that seems only capable of violence. But it’s the only thing in this place that has power. So you do something that seems sensible at the time. You try to gain its favor through violence. Through sacrifices. Your followers start to revere it as a god. You become its prophet. You even start to feel special.

But the reality isn’t that you’re not. Your role in this story has been assigned to you by a god, but not the one you worship. In fact, the beast you’ve been worshipping this whole time isn’t a god at all—just a monstrosity tossed into a maze, destroying everything in its path, but ultimately no less subservient to the true god in this scenario. And this god hates you.

You were made to be nothing more than a joke. Just an effigy of a man who did nothing but sing his praises (admittedly in a very Sammy way) and now must suffer for it. Just because the man in charge of your hell didn’t get what he wanted. You’re trapped in an endless loop—living out a punishment not meant for you—where you are destined to be betrayed and abused by the monster you trusted over and over again. A distorted mirror of past events, created by a man who refuses to move on.

Your humanity is something you’ll never have. It was never meant for you. All your efforts were doomed from the start. And how much of it were your efforts to begin with? How much of your actions are your own? How much of your words are your own? And what has become of the actual Sammy Lawerence? Is he dead? Destitute? Did he ever find success outside of Bendy? You’ll never know.

In fact, you’ll never know any of this. You ll be stuck in this loop for an eternity. Being reborn to be used, betrayed and to die.

[writinandcrying]

Me: *no inspo to write in months (almost a year) due to writing block on a very specific fic *

Tmnt x reader tag : *angst rottmnt fic of the same topic as the fanfic I have been trying to finish*

Me, who knows how to resolve the plot “in a fluff way” but can’t add it to my on story cuz god forbid im nice to myself: now YOU LISTEN HERE-

[maddy-ferguson]

when people who like seasons 1 and 2 better explain why it was better they always lose me when they say "the characters were what mattered the most the supernatural plot was basically not that important it was ALL about the characters" like...that's just what YOU were more interested in not what was happening in the show? like wdym the supernatural plotline wasn't that important in seasons 1 and 2. saying that it was more balanced or more subtle i get but saying that the supernatural plot wasn't THAT important and that it's not what made anyone love the show is a blatant lie

[yoonnamjin25]

I feel so heartbroken right now my favorite merthur fic EVER has been deleted oh my god please, merlin fandom, I summon you, if you have I Love You by evokingmemories in pdf, please please PLEASE send it to me, I need it so bad, please I'm beggin y'all I can't with this shit, I'm crying so hard right now no kidding, please, anyone???? 😭💔

[hecksupremechips]

Minor thing that really irks me is when people treat the femc route in p3 portable as like the lesser story or like it’s a fanfic where nothing that happens in it is the “true” canon like. Bitch. The femc and everything that happens in her version of the story is just as canon as the male protagonist and everything that happens in his story. And there’s literally been so many fucking versions of p3 at this point like the base game, fes, portable, the movies, stage plays, reload, as well as spinoffs and manga and they all do things differently. I don’t see anyone acting like the base game is more canon than, say, reload so why do they do this with portable? Why can’t the (infinitely superior) version with the female protagonist just be respected for five fucking minutes goddamn

[drowsystarlight]

Heartbeat Chapter 4 (photo archive); you can read the fic here! 

Didn’t feel great today . Everything sucked and I felt like all my creations Also sucked . So me, being the stubborn person that I am, kept creating out of spite (and finally moved forward with one of my many personal projects)

[nerdby]

Me: *Gets idea*

Writer Brain To Me: