#iots fanfiction

[luzifink]

So I maybe got into the total drama island of the slaughtered au a bit to much and idk if anyone is even still interested in this,

but anyways I made Noah’s death into a red carpet-ish dress cause he’s always been my favourite and he’s really pretty for a corpse lol

Please be nice this is my first time designing a dress like this

[asktheplethaura]

IOTS AU: Liberation of the Slaughtered

The info on Leshawna, as of right now- is rather simple. After being rescued from the island, she almost immediately sought therapy and counseling for everything she had endured.

She still has occasional nightmares, but is probably the most mentally sound of the 7 that did make it off the island alive.

She regularly keeps in contact with the girls and Duncan, but has yet been able to talk to Cody despite knocking on his literal door twice.

She is more protective of the others now that this all has happened, and will not back down from getting physical if she sees anything as a threat.

She often had dreams of getting an occupation on fashion, design, or even maybe styling hair. Though, after she had to try and re-assimilate back into society. She found some sort of comfort in programming and computers.

In order to commemmerate Harold, she started working with some work friends on a side project- which is a game called "Harry the Ninja Master' (Which the main character is a ginger haired man with glasses and 'sick ninja skills')

Harold's family heard of this- and started keeping in touch with her more- as well as giving her a pair of Harold's old glasses for her to remember him by.

She wears them, just to wear them (though not for too long, as they will mess with her eyesight) and if she isn't wearing them, she usually keeps them folded up in her breast pocket (which is why she chose that shirt in particular for wear).

Her sense of style is more casual, but she does try to still make sure she looks presentable.

That is 2/7 down. Who should I do next for my AU info logs? CODY ; LESHAWNA ; (DONE)

DUNCAN , GWEN ; IZZY ; EVA ; KATIE (NOT DONE)

[pinklemonslices]

hi noco fans hiii

iots fic moment :3

[noperopesaredope]

I made an Island of the Slaughtered fic. Chapter 1 is out and Chapter 2 is on the way. Get ready for a long ass recovery/aftermath fic, everyone.

IotS FANS, COME GET YA'LL JUICE!

[no1duncneyshipper]

guess who got invited to ao3

this bitch right here

chapter one of my fanfiction is now up! (please tell me if there is anything wrong with it/ you think i should change something)

[totally-not-my-drama]

finally writing more on the start of my fanfiction (urgh I feel like I should be further!) and I am so close of giving Cody freckles just because I would find it cute..... The problem is I never did draw him with freckles it just came to mind right now! Dangit!

[wtf3lli0t]

Carnival of the Slaughtered

(a RTC X IOTS fanfiction) WARNING: iots (island of the slaughtered) was origianlly made by the insanely talented @eavee-ry. this is in no way an attempt to copy their work, more so a way of getting inspired by it. if the creater wants me to take this down, i will. i have a very inconsistent post schedule, so i dont know if ill frequently post. enjoy!!)

TW: NONDESCRIPTIVE WRITTEN GORE?

PART 1:

VICTIM 1: OCEAN OCONNELL-ROSENBURG RULE #1: let her win.

ocean loved winning. she would play games and join clubs just to excell in everything. she was a leader. she was lead singer in her school choir, she was the top of her class, and she led the choir around that carnival that during that dreaded feild trip. the one you left them behind on. she had just wanted to be a leader that day when they saw that man in the woods. to bad she cant lead anymore. with a mouth sewn shut, her eyes pulled out, and being stitched into a bumpercar, how can she? now, you must run. scatter. hope the bumpercar doesnt aimlessy drive anywhere you may ever wander in that moment or shell find you. her soul searches around the carnival, searching, driving her bumper car, leading her way to you. if you cant find her, well, lets hope you die before your met with oceans soul. because, you know how much ocean loves to win.

[theangelcatalogue]

★Sooo for the 'Writer Truth or Dare Game'-★

🛼| describe your latest wip with five emojis

🐇| do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?

🪐| name three good things going on in your life right now (/nf)

🧩| what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

🥑| you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help? (/nf)

★uuuh- you can answer these if you're comfortable- M'kay bye (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠)★

───── ❝ ARMY DREAMERS ❞ ─────

🛼 | describe your latest wip with five emojis

— WAIT WAIT I FORGOT TO ANSWER THIS ONE SORRY

I have too many wips is crazy buddy, but i will try to describe some, with a song and emojis:

Total security II Yandere Donnie x borrower!darling : 🏃🔒📹⛓🪤 II " I'm a fish inside a birdcage "

Brutus II Yandere young justice x Traitor!darling: 😈🗡️🦹🤬😞 II " Please know my actions are not motivated only by envy "

Island of the love sickness (REMAKE!!!) II Yandere iots x darling: 🩸👻☠️🏝️🔪 II " See how i circle "

ONLY 3 CAUSE I HAVE TOO MANY WIPS AND I AM LAZY AS FUCK-

sorry

🐇 | do you prefer writing original characters, reader inserts, or a mix of both?

— Oh! Good question Steren ⸜(*ˊᗜˋ*)⸝

I would say a mix of both, i will admit that sometimes reader's personality can be based in some ocs of mine! And i also wrote some yandere x my ocs in the past, i was 10-12, but i admit i still write it, BUT IS REALLY RARE (///￣ ￣///)

🪐 | name three good things going on in your life right now

— Let me think, Let me think... ｢(ﾟﾍﾟ) Errrrm…

OH!! I killed creative block for now :3 (Yes i care for this, creativity is a trait that i need, i feel like is the only trait that is useful i guess)

I'm going to be an older sibling again ( i already have a younger sister)! I think it's really cool, but some family members are afraid that they are going to be autistic too ( My young sister is autistic and many other family members too)

And i'm alive?? I guess it's a good thing?

Anyway just random ass things, idk what to say-

🧩 | what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

— OHHHHHH...oh (˶°ㅁ°)!!

WELL-

HERE IS THE SOME RED FLAGS AND THEIR MOTIVES:

Sexualization and romanticization of mental disorders II IFF I TOLD YOU HOW MANY TIMES I SAW THIS IN FANFICS, LIKE NO??? THIS IS NOT OKAY!! I HAVE TO EXPLAIN WHY?? MENTAL DISORDERS ARE SOMETHING SERIOUS THAT SHOULDN'T BE ROMANTICIZED AND SEXUALIZED

Sexualization and romanticization of family problems II ALSO A BIG NO! IT'S A SERIOUS THING!!

Rape. Just no. And i don't think i have to explain it, right?

I just don't like these type of things in fanfics, also Bully x Bullied is a no for me-

🥑 | you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

— Good question, this one (I didn't tag because Tumblr is not letting, sad)

Or maybe no one? I would fell guilty of involving another person tbh, so no one i guess? But if i REALLY REALLY REALLY HAVE, then is this one ദ്ദി（• ˕ •マ.ᐟ

First time using the computer to make a full post and respond a ask i guess! Thanks for the ask ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´-

[coraniaid]

18, 17, and 20 for the fic ask game

Fanfiction author ask game.

18) Most words/chapters ever written for one fic or oneshot?

As I mentioned in a previous ask, the answer for published work has to be Coexist. That has 27 chapters and 277,084 words.

But, for context, the very first fic I published (back on ff.net in 2017, I think) and which ... well, the optimistic take is that I haven't finished it yet, but the last update was in 2020 so I wouldn't hold your breath ... was a Mass Effect AU that I'd originally carefully planned out in advance and was going to be 67 chapters long. At the time of writing, it's 97,478 words long (only 19 chapters in). So if I'd stuck to the same words per chapter ratio (and the chapters hadn't started getting longer and longer, as happened for Coexist), then that would have ended up at around 344,000 words long.

(Did I mention this was the first fic I ever wrote? Yeah, in hindsight I was perhaps a little bit optimistic about how easy this whole writing thing would turn out to be.)

17) Favorite AU to write?

Favorite type of AU to write is definitely canon divergence of some sort. I like to try to imagine how a single small (or not so small) change could have changed the story (while trying to keep all the characters true to themsevles as actually written in canon as much as I can).

For specific AU ... well, I keep coming back to various different Buffy AUs where canon changes in or around Season 3. I've tried telling myself I should be focusing on my big Season 7 rewrite instead, but I'm actually in the middle of drafting the first few chapters of a Kendra and Faith Season 3 AU rewrite at the moment which I'm enjoying a iot. I don't know if that will ever get past the drafting stage though.

20) Hardest character to write/get the characterization correct for?

Answered this one here and here.

[vaporeonisland]

Hmm see I've been told by a lot of people to publish iots as an original story and I do get where they're coming from. But. I don't think it's meant to be one. Like aside from the obvious (i.e. none of the characters are my own and it's essentially fanfiction) iots is inherently meant to NOT be a published work.

Idk if I'm gonna articulate this properly but lemme try regardless. The whole charm of iots is that it's bad and self indulgent and kind of a mess. The half-baked plot and ridiculous number of characters and batshit magic system is what makes it, you feel me? And to make it an actual show or book or whatever, all that is gonna have to change, which defeats the whole point of it.

It isn't made to be objectively good. It's meant to be fun. It is essentially just me going "yknow what would be super cool?" And not waiting for an answer. I wanna have fun and make it really cringe without any restrictions. And that's okay!!!

[ferocioustrout]

Idk if you read fanfiction, but what was the first fic to make you cry?

(Mine was an IOTS fic where Cody kept using Noah's voicemail to hear him, but he's been doing it so long that Noah's voice-mail gets full and Cody has to execpt he'll never heat noah again)

-💊

it was a really angsty but well written pokemon fanfic I found when I was 11 about the fear of failure. Honestly I still think about it sometimes

[skinnypaleangryperson]

I get heated going through the BoJack TikTok tag sometimes. This female YouTuber that I watch made a quick superficial reference to Bojack and the actor behind it, and of course it blows up on TikTok and she gets more attention for that than anything that I've ever written in fanfiction for the show, which is more thoughtful and more human than any of these people will ever do in their lives, instantly douses her in attention. I'm just very f****** sick of being so disregarded by such a superficial world in society, being made fun of for writing thoughtful novels and fanfiction and genuine passion, while the rest of the world is full of the most superficial idgvuugts, including the people that are behind it that douses these just as equally superficial id7655ts with attention just for barely doing anything while I have to literally beg just for people not to make fun of me for hard work. I wouldn't be so bitter about it, if these people weren't so disregarding towards people like me, and it weren't constantly telling me that I don't matter and making me feel like I have no place in the passions that I have just because I respond to media more thoughtfully and differently. I'm just sick of this earth in general, I don't fit in, it doesn't want me and I don't want it

My fanfiction has been made fun of or disregarded for years, but if a YouTuber makes a celebrity name drop superficially on some meme-based YouTube video with very little to any humanity and it compared to the things that I write, they are a doused in a bunch of attention because that's the world that we're living in; complete brainless unoriginal i765ots that don't care about anything other than giving attention to the next brainless id7-&ot in a long line of people that are incapable of original thought, creativity, compassion, or anything that matters in general, and it's one of the reasons why the world is always empty and why thoughtful creative people like me will consistently be thrown to the side while these people are put on a pedestal for doing nothing except for being another i-&_-iot.

[asktheplethaura]

Total Dram: Liberation of the Slaughtered

((Chapter Three: Reflection Reflection))

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((Authors Note: A pen... and  I got an apple... P I N E A P P L E  P E N.))

Cody honestly had no idea how long he was sitting on the floor sulking to himself. He had thought about the face of his friend endlessly. Haunting his mind much like he would be lingering in the water he died in.

Or at least, that's what Cody believed.

Cody wasn't much of a spiritual person, but he did believe in stuff like ghosts, spirits, and 'lingering energy' or whatever it was called. Others- such as Leshawna and Gwen believed a bit more than he did. Pessimistic people like Duncan didn't. Katie and Izzy... well- he couldn't tell. He had no idea what they would be like, and didn't pay much mind at all before he chose to never communicate with them again.

He wasn't even mad at them... he just didn't want to bother taking up their time.

Cody knew what he was doing was very, very unhealthy for himself. Obsessing and never getting any sort of help and therapy for what he and the others went through. He was sure the others had- at least for a little while.

However, he could- no- he just wouldn't let go.

Not when their friends memories were so far in the past already. Already being trampled by time as the world continued to revolve without them.

The brunette man stumbled to a stand before hobbling to the bathroom and leaning against the sink for support. He frowned- and brought his hand to his face- a grimace written across his face. He took in his appearance. A 21 year old like himself- looking disheveled and tired- like a working 30-year-old with children.

All of that stress and it wasn't even for the same reasons.

He truly was pathetic.

Cody's face was a bit sunken and he had dark bags under his eyes. Rather than sporting his typical beige red and green sweater-shirt and dark blue jeans; he rather just confided beige slacks and a dark blue sweater with red stripes. He just barely let his hair get longer- cutting it if it get too long- but the cut job was always shabby and barely neat.

All of the despair soon melted into an unknown frustration.

The water was running- and he didn't even remember turning it on- but the noise of it made him more and more frustrated. Gurgling and gushing from the source with reckless abandon- as if it had no restraint in the world. Free. Flowing down into the hole that would consume it and take it back to wherever the hell it came from. If not simply dirtier than it was before.

The blue eyed man grit his teeth before slamming his palm down on the porcelain of the notably unkempt sink- and after two hits done in a blind crawling rage- the sink lurched and made a gurgling noise- causing Cody to fall forward- grabbing the side of it for support.

He never was a heavy man, but due to already knocking it loose of it's plastered stability, the only way for him to go- was down. He collapsed to the floor, the porcelain sink hitting it before he had the chance to land on the tile floor. The water started to quickly sputter from the pipe.

Water came rushing at his face- the troubled brunette coughing and gagging before scooting back and trying to free himself from the soggy mess that was quickly consuming his floor.

Eventually... he stopped and froze- feeling a familiar pain in his hand.

Looking down, Cody saw that he had ended up leaving a deep gash in his hand after desperately trying to back over the porcelain that he had broken- a familiar crimson mixing with the clear water on the floor to make a murky scarlet mess. Slowly consuming the purer water with it's ugly red stain.

Deja vu. Sort of.

Blue shirt.. red vest.. sickly red stained water overcome with the lively fluids of the now deceased. Cloudy white eyes staring up at him from the depths below.

Cody started to breathe harder before sobbing. Everything reminded him of Noah.

He mourned Noah like he had been his best friend.

Though... Cody did admit he admired the other a lot, and even developed a crush on him- he never made the move when he had a chance. Because he was still insistent of trying to 'get a girl' before the slaughters started happening. Because that's the way he thought he had to be.

Cody perhaps did feel love before, but it didn't matter now that he had confided in his solitude and and took to the silence.

He didn't bother using the valves connected to the remaining pipe in the wall to shut the water off. Cody just desperately took in more oxygen before scrambling out of the room- soggy and distressed. He stumbled and staggered- grabbing onto the door for support as his shoulder rammed into it with a heavy thud.

Just as he managed to make it out of the room, the brunette found the nearest wall, and slumped against it before sliding down and landing on his bum with a graceless plop. Struggling to breathe and bat away the tears in his eyes, he shakily brought his hands to his face and covered his baby blues- desperate to get the feeling to stop. Torturous. Torturous it was.

He held back guttural sobs, and desperate inhales- trying to control his racing heart with whatever grace he possibly could have convinced himself he had left.

Though, predictably it was to no avail.

Cody huffed and covered his face- eventually bringing his speeding heart back down a a slow pace once more.

He looked down at the light tile floor, becoming saturated with water and be couldn't bring himself to even go and turn the water off. Not yet, at least. He just needed some more time.

...

He always needed more time.

After a moment he persuaded his shaking legs to carry his heavy body, and he stumbled to the dining room- darkened and barely used. He flopped down on the chair in front of the dining room table, thinking about the first aid kit nearby. He needed to grab it for his bleeding hand.

Just as he looked down, trying to keep in mind the very reason he stumbled this way to begin with- his eyes fell down on a small glass plate that he kept at the center of the table, and his eyes landed on three small silver rings, a couple small trinkets in the shape of animals, a some other teeny tiny odds and ends.

Hesitantly, he reaches his arm out, grabbing the dark silver rings, his chest tightened.

Noah always did have weird accessory choices, but it made sense for him. Something simple. Something that was comfortable and lacked too much design.

Some people could argue that it was boring. Or plain. Though, it kind of was the point.

Touching one of the rings, Cody sighed and closed his eyes- before he just leans his head forward- closing his eyes again.

He was too to keep his eyes open, despite the dread of falling asleep again. His body didn't give him a choice.  Maybe it was because of the blood loss. Or maybe it was because of all these intense emotions that were pulling Cody in every direction except the way he wanted to go.

Throwing him around the room like a catch ball. Much like catch- the ball was dropped, and missed more times than it was caught. What would his life be if he didn't have to worry about an inconvenience around every corner. Even if it was small, or tasteless.

He didn't fight it anymore.

Falling asleep- he felt the same cold, clammy hands on him again. The feeling of drowning was more expected this time, but his heart pounding in his ears kept him from panicking. It didn't feel like he was JUST choking on water. It felt like too many sensations for him to follow all at once. Everything was drowned out as he concentrated on those same hands from his last dream.

Knowing who he would see- Cody opened his eyes- wearily and tiredly... he looked forward, seeing the suspended form of Noah in front of him again. Staring at him with those clouded empty eyes and somber expression.

Cody didn't freak out this time even if he wanted to. No.

He was too tired to scream and struggle, or cry. Instead, he stared forward at Noah, and giving into his lack of energy, he closed his eyes again. The sound of water was relaxing this time. Even if his lungs were screaming. Cold, but warm at the same time.

However, Cody didn't feel this sensation of grim relaxation for long. The cold hands traced down to Cody's hand.. and opened it. Noah seemed to be in search of those metal rings that Cody currently had on his hand. The ones that used to belong to him.

The ghost of Noah seemed to try and say SOMETHING. Anything. Though, the only thing that came through was a distorted gargle and confused- or otherwise frustrated expression.

Cody watched him tiredly, barely processing what he was seeing. Though- as soon as Noah touched the things on Cody's hand- something about such a phantom touch felt more and more.. somewhat alive.

The rings on his fingers started to feel strange. Emitting a weird feeling as Noah touched them.

Though, just as something started to happen- a loud, ruthless knock on the door started Cody back into the world of the aware once more. Pausing only briefly before continuing again. The knocking growing more and more impatient. Cody snapped up with a start and looked around. Surrounded by the darkness of his home once more.

Despite his somber mood- Cody felt a feeling that he wasn't quit used to anymore. Intrigue. He felt some sort of confusion and a fueling feeling of... he didn't know the last feeling.

Maybe it was sort of like an epiphany.

Though he didn't know what the epiphany could have possibly been. Ironic...

With a deep grunt, Cody stood and walked over his water soaked carpet toward the door and prepared to open it.

((To Be Continued))

[fanfictionlive]

Fanfiction commisions,your thoughts?

Okay so I was curious, what do people think about fanficition/writing commisions?

Personally I think there's not a lot wrong with them since they're like art commisions,which usually involve people commisioning fan art. It falls in the same are as fanfiction so why can't there be a lot of fanfiction commisions going around compared to fan art commision.

Well,maybe iot's because you're paying for something you could've writyten yourself? Well maybe but everyone has their own writing style so it wouldn't be what you wanted to read. Maybe because it's more difficult to put a pricetag on a written work? Well it's not that hard,it should depend on the time invested+how much effort went into it.

Or maybe it's just because it has more legal stuff going on.

What do you think?

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[noperopesaredope]

Currently working on an Island of the Slaughtered aftermath fic (meant to be a giant slow burn with the longest ass chapters, but it’s been surprisingly easy to write), and the first chapter is manages to have both some of the angstiest stuff I’ve ever written and the softest fluff I’ve ever written in a fic. I typically make angst fics, and this will be one of the most angsty, but the first chapter gets surprisingly fluffy. It’s just pure hurt/comfort, and the comfort has comforted me.

[no1duncneyshipper]

Island Of The Slaughtered Fanfiction Excerpt

yummy excerpt

you guys get it before tiktok how exciting 😱

context: Gwen is talking to Duncan after Lindsay has died

AU credits: @eavee-ry

Warnings: Swearing

ik they don’t swear on the show but i feel like they would if there was a crazy killer hunting them down so i digress

also this will probably be the last or second to last excerpt before my invitation is accepted and chapter one is out!