#fanfic writers I love you so much <3

[massivementalitynut]

Me after reading the most self indulgent fic I commissioned x////x

[miscellaneousdae]

[ 8:43 pm -> 4:27 am ] — Jeong Yunho ᡣ𐭩

(Just a little blurb because i’m down bad for this man rn)

Jeong Yunho is the kind of person to fall in love at first sight, but it has nothing to do with how you look. I mean, he thinks you’re beautiful, but it’s your aura. Your presence draws him to you, and when he speaks to you, it doesn’t feel like this is a man you just met, no. It feels like you’ve known him for years, unlike anyone you’ve ever come into contact with.

You immediately feel safe with him, comfortable in your skin. His sweet eyes and warm smile melt your heart, and you get so lost in speaking to him that you don’t even realize how much time has passed until he brings it up.

“It’s almost ten,” he says, sighing softly. The sigh seems somewhat sad, as though he may just be disappointed that the nights coming to an end, but also content, like he’s pleased with how he spent his night - you hope he is, as it was spent talking to you. “Can I bother you for your number? Or if that’s too personal, your instagram?” He asks, making you grin at how respectful he is and has been. Trusting him, and truly wanting to get to know him better, you give him your number, and wish him a good night.

While you can no longer see the man, his handsome face doesn’t leave your mind, and as soon as you begin to almost miss him, despite having just met him, your phone buzzes.

‘Hey, this is Yunho, the guy from the restaurant. It’s late but I was too impatient to wait until tomorrow to text you. So i’ll say goodnight and let you be. Enjoy the rest of your night. ❤️’

You smile widely at the message, and against your better judgement - the voice in your head insisting that you be responsible and go to sleep - you text him back. The two of you stay up way too late, as if you were teenagers and not adults. You don’t regret it, and neither does he. If only you could see just how big his smile is on the other end of the phone.

[ecstarry]

from having a ghost in my bed by @fromagony

[cluescorner]

I cannot imagine being a Damian stan right now. You've got both Zdarsky's bullshit (where he clearly doesn't give a shit about your boy) and The Boy Wonder (where Juni Ba clearly gives so many shits about your boy) coming out on the same day. The whiplash must be insane. I hope y'all get some nice warm soup for your efforts jfc

[vellichorom]

" As they made it to the end they practically skidded along the floor and came to a halt in the Zen room, only to freeze up. 

Thierry, who they hadn’t seen in a while, was sitting there, looking at the lights before he turned to look at [YN] with wide eyes.

The colors of the room were strangely different. Instead of its normal bright yellow, blue, orange, and green, The room was casted in pink hues and the patterns in the room were clusters of pink hearts. 

They stared at each other.

Thierry was silent, as though struggling to find the words to speak. The lights in the room seemed to oddly reflect in his eyes. Like he had actually absorbed the colors. Beautiful swirling colors.... "

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lowkey brainrotting over @ihazmunchies91's The Narrative Parable, A FANDOM NARRATOR X READER - WHICH YOU CAN START READING RIGHT HERE! something i'm so very lucky to not only enjoy, but to really be apart of!

-- HERE'S TO CHAPTER 7 & ONWARD! ( where hopefully someday i can catch up on all the fanart i want to make here )

[charlesemersonwinchesteriii]

Medical log, stardate 18935.15. Once more have I seen the tailor go out in his lizard fashion—

[hemali-smh]

things i will absolutely never tire of in aziracrow (ineffable husbands - good omens) fics, a list:

crowley being so very down bad

'angel'

'my dear boy'

casual corporation changes (fem crowley/azi have my HEART)

kissing with 'reverence' ✨✨

aziraphale speaking in the most endearing olde english

crowley cursing satan internally over aziraphale's everything

both of these idiots knowing their corporations don't need to breathe but feeling like they can't because of something the other has done

crowley snaking out

crowley slurring his words together like 'lemme' and 's'okay' and 'ma'demon'

the bentley playing music that gets in crowley's feels and not stopping even when he asks her to

'shuddup'

crowley wanting to be absolutely enveloped in aziraphale like the cold-blooded serpent he is (azi is his cozy sun warmed rock actually)

freddy mercury

aziraphales 'perfectly manicured hands'

azi absolutely drowning in crowleys amber yellow eyes

all of crowleys glorious fits

'angelic thighs'

crowley napping on aziraphale

wings

'nkg' but not in ways that rip my heart out

[meetmeatthecoda]

Halcyon by meetmeatthecoda Fandoms: The Blacklist (US TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Chapters: 4/7 Words: 69,399 Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Elizabeth Keen/Raymond Reddington, Elizabeth Keen, Raymond Reddington, Agnes Keen, Dembe Zuma, Harold Cooper, Charlene Cooper, Alina Park, Donald Ressler, Aram Mojtabai, various OCs, Lizzington - Freeform, Agnesgate, AU, post-8.22, Fix-it fic, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Angst, Lots of Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Suicidal Thoughts, briefly, in the start of chapter 3, and an equally brief discussion of them in chapter 5, some sexual content, Nothing too explicit, and last but not least, no Redarina, no relation at all ever between red & liz, obviously

Summary:

Halcyon - adjective:

denoting a period of time in the past that was idyllically happy and peaceful.

noun:

a tropical Asian and African kingfisher with brightly colored plumage.

a mythical bird said by ancient writers to breed in a nest floating at sea at the winter solstice, charming the wind and waves into calm.

origin:

from Greek alkuōn ‘kingfisher’ (also halkuōn, by association with hals ‘sea’ and kuōn ‘conceiving’).

An AU post-8.22 fix-it fic, wherein Liz survives her shooting - unbeknownst to everyone - & flees the country in an effort to protect those dear to her, living a solitary, lonely existence on a loch in Scotland & coping with the only outlet she has, a hobby begun as a coping mechanism during a traumatic childhood & kept since then as a closely-guarded secret: art.

“As with all things in her life, it was born from fire.”

☕️ Buy Me a Coffee ☕️

🎶 Playlist below the cut! 🎶

Meant To Be by Ber & Charlie Oriain

Rockland by Gracie Abrams

Walking On The Moon by Ruelle

graves by Purity Ring

32 Floors by Lapsley

Rolling Like a Ball by Ludovico Einaudi

Brush Fire by Gracie Abrams

Much Too Much by Lennon Stella

You Hold Me Up by The Bones of J.R. Jones

As The World Caves In by Matt Maltese (cover by Sarah Cothran)

Men On The Moon by Chelsea Cutler

you broke me first by Tate McRae

Games by Lennon Stella

Save Us by Lennon Stella

Takeaway by The Chainsmokers, ILLENIUM feat. Lennon Stella

Best by Gracie Abrams

Where do we go now? by Gracie Abrams

Amelie by Gracie Abrams

85mm by Ludovico Einaudi

ceilings by Lizzy McAlpine

Through the Eyes of a Child by AURORA

Edge of the Dark by Emmit Fenn

Blinded by Emmit Fenn

Memories by Emmit Fenn

Spectrum by Andrew Belle

I Can’t Believe I Had You by Emmit Fenn

Far from Here by Emmit Fenn

In Between Breaths by SYML

Two people by Gracie Abrams

[redjukebox]

Please god can more Cesare fanfics be posted please I have read almost all of the 71 works under his tag please I need more pretty pretty please

[builtlikeastickofcelery]

when you hyperfixate on childrens media and forget that most fanfiction is romantic pairings and not a) intricately plotted out multi-arc storylines that could honestly be adapted into a full season of a show b) extremely in-depth exploration of platonic/familial character relationships or c) absolutely unhinged crossovers

[fantasyoverreality98]

why do I always seems to have massive breakdowns at approximately 11:30 PM

[femininomen0n]

(not-so-) little sneak peek of my next karengraham fic because my monkey brain wants validation :)

[violettever]

OMG!!

okay let me tell you guys about my hajime headcanons! (i say ‘you guys’ as if anyone actually sees these posts LMAO)

but anyway, hajime.

after the simulation hajime wasn’t just magically himself. sure, somewhere in there hajime existed, but he couldn’t pull himself to the surface for months. we’re led to believe that hajime and izuru now share a body, right? but after having his emotions removed and his body enhanced he couldn’t force himself to feel for the longest time.

how do i put this.. hm… some people like to think that hajime now suffers from DID or that izuru is just gone but i think they physically share a body. hajime is more in control but izuru still exists in the mind. (izuru is originally more in control but as time progressed hajime gained more authority) so not exactly like DID more like two people in one. two for one sale, that’s a hell of an offer! (sorry bad joke) i feel like his body would be more like a vessel then a person, y’know? anyway when they wake up from the simulation his hair is still long, he’s wearing the suit, all that jazz. the others are pretty terrified at first, hajime isn’t like he was in the neo program at all. he’s silent, barely talks. his eyes are a dark red, his glare is deadly. even the future foundation is hesitant. but he shows no hostility, despite his horde glare he keeps calm. while izuru shows no signs of danger or violence, hajime does. mostly out of fear. i mean how would you feel if you were trapped inside a body, unable to surface, to feel or express anything. it’s difficult for anyone to decipher who is in control for the first few months, they both show no expression. izuru doesn’t feel like it and hajime physically can’t. the only indication they have that hajime is still there is if the body either harms itself or others.

occasionally, hajime would have these freak outs. he’d harm himself in many ways in order to feel something. izuru would put no work into stopping him even though future foundation begged. he said he found no use for it, that the others actions were meaningless. once hajime had walked out to the Hotel Restaurant where they usually meet in the mornings. the others say he looked deadly pale, his eyes opened wide, blankly staring forward. it was frightening. saying nothing, he sat down at the table, motionless. not wanting to interact too much with the man, they served him breakfast while the others chatted mindlessly, hoping to free up the tension in the air. that was until hajime picked up a knife and slammed it straight through into his hand, still staring at nothing, no indication of pain on his face. the others went silent in shock for a few moments before the room erupted in screaming. mikan was still in her pod, they had been relying on izurus nurse abilities but with him out of commission they were lost with what to do.

another time, he had collapsed on the walkway due to starvation. other times due to blood loss. in conclusion, hajime was incredibly unstable.

it took months for him to express properly. he had to completely relearn emotions and feelings. he lacked empathy and proper etiquette. they were worried he would never recover..

eventually that one eye turned green again and it felt like he could finally breathe. he had been watching everything from the back, as if he watching a movie of his own life play on the big screen. but now he was there. he was actually there, it wasn’t just izuru. after that, the outbursts started to slowly stop. he started working with the future foundation directly instead of giving instruction from the sidelines. people started to wake up. first mahiru, then hiyoko, then gundham, and so on..

the ones who were able were sent out to the fight monokumas in towa city. hajime, having a completely reconstructed body was obviously sent out first. actually let’s talk about that!

the izuru kamukura project wasn’t just a simple procedure. this was months of torture. his brain was picked apart and put back together. so we’re his legs, his arms, his feet, his hands.. all were reconstructed to be better then a regular humans abilities. he was stronger, faster, trained in hand to hand combat, his reflexes were enhanced. they tried everything. (a part of me wants to say he had like psychic abilities but i feel like that would be silly. they’re talented, not magical. although that would be super cool) they didn’t care about hajime hinata, they wanted to create something inhuman. a creature able to showcase true hope. their experiments were risky, inhumane. they hadn’t killed his pain tolerance until later in the procedures, he was forced to withstand it all. he desperately hung onto his hope of obtaining a talent, it was the only thing keeping him sane. how they didn’t end up kill him is a miracle. ah, but i suppose in a way they did. hajime was erased. they had gotten rid of any trace of what hajime hinata is, of who he was. it’s not like anyone knew him, and if they did they wouldn’t care. he was a reserve course student after all. many had died or gone missing, all was covered up. he didn’t have a talent, no friends, no job, and his parents were “taken care of” by the school. it was almost like hajime hinata hadn’t existed at all.

ahaha okay, i could rant more but this is getting too long. soo ima stop it here! i love hajimes character sm, i feel like everyone ignores his trauma and story. ESPECIALLY in fanfics omg. like i get it, nagito is fucked up BUT LIKE SO IS HAJIME??? if anything, they’re both fucking insane at this point. like there’s so much to work withhh! omg okay pause i might get hate for this but does anyone know zakikos work?? you probably know him from that limbless hajime meme thing that went around for a while. i hate to say it but his stories are SO FUCKING GOOD. PLUS THE ART STYLE?!! UGHH!!! ITS AMAZING. i don’t even read it for the porn, the ideas and angst this man creates are right up my alley. i’m such a fucking whore for angst istg. I STARTED RANTING AGAIN SHIT. OKAY IM DONE IM SORRY

[martritzvonmercie]

BY THE WAY i know that probably everyone forgot that i even used to take fanfic requests by now but i have finally decided to take my rules for them down and close them indefinitely, probably permanently. don't get me wrong, i really like writing for people's requests, but engineering school is kicking my ass 1000x more than i ever thought it would and it's really doubtful i will have time for that kind of commitment again. i will continue to write on occasion but it will probably just be when i am particularly inspired by a certain idea or mood!! thanks for understanding :)

[orcelito]

But. Yeah. i finished reading trigun maximum.

this manga ripped me apart limb from limb, then put me back together again. never have i felt a catharsis this deep before. a manga that made me cry seven times, as opposed to the previous record holders of two times each.

it really is something special. and i love it so, so, SO much.

[lostinsaltburn]

POSION APPLE - CHAP 22

“James darling, did you see how happy Felix was at the party. It’s hard to believe that only a few months ago he was starting college and then he found his mate” Elspeth spoke, sitting across from her husband in the two lounge chairs in the sitting room, big open windows overlooking the estate, the warmth and glow of the fire, coloring the room in a deep orange glow. James with a glass of whiskey and Elspeth holding her Martini.

James huffed before speaking to his wife, “You stupid women, can’t you see through his little act. I thought you of all people would be able to recognise a stupid whore Omega when you see one. He’s already brought such disgrace to the family name. I shouldn’t have expected much from Felix though, not when you coddled the boy within an inch of his life.” 

“None of this would have happened if you’d let the boy toughen up, if you’d freed the reins a little and let him understand exactly what Omega’s really are. If only I were here then none of this would have happened. What else could I expect from you Elspeth, always so caught up in the drama and theatrics of life to miss everything else going on around you.” 

Elspeth protested with barely a complete word before James cut her off 

“He is poison, how can you not see that? He’s a bloody poison apple Elspeth and he will kill this family from the inside out if I don’t get rid of him.” James shouted, throwing his glass into the fire, shattered pieces breaking back, the fire roaring for a moment before settling back.