#thank you for existing fanfiction

[silv-paru]

FUCK CANON ALL MY HOMIES HATE CANON

[crystalquillcreates]

tl;dr a theory/headcanon on why halfas are so powerful

I AM USING MARIE KONDO STANDARDS: IF CANON DOES NOT SPARK JOY, I THROW IT OUT!

Alive and dead; that is the thing that sets halfas apart. And honestly, why would that make them more powerful? If anything, being half-human should make them weaker, unable to take more hits without dire consequences. However, I propose this: 1) Halfas are so powerful because the human side of them allows them to change.

Ghosts are by nature set in their ways. Their identity will always orbit around the person who they were when they die and to try and be someone else is just as damaging to a ghost as being unable to do their Obsession. It's feasible for a short while, but an extended period will hurt them. This means that powers that are locked behind being compatible identity-wise will forever be out of their reach. An electricity core ghost trying to learn to make fire? Forget it! A shadow core ghost attempting to learn temporal manipulation? Ridiculous! But halfas' identities are still changing! They can grow and become someone else outside of who they were when they died. And like all living persons, they can shove themselves into being someone they are not with a lot less damage than a ghost. So a halfa like Vlad, who has a fire core, pulling on the manic energy and restlessness of a lightning core long enough to make ectoplasmic lighting is on the table. The sheer amount of different powers that Danny learns is a by-product of this. 2) Halfas can rely on their human half to do things that full ghosts cannot do, the most powerful of which is the Ghostly Wail. Remembering their death is one of the worst things a ghost can do. They are after all creatures that spawned from the dying wish of a person to stay alive just a little longer, please! Ectoplasm is highly sensitive to emotions and they are made of it, so remembering your death is basically going through it again, pain included.

But halfas are also made of flesh and blood. The brain can go through extremely traumatizing experiences and still keep functioning. Ghost-speak (or at least the version of ghost-speak analyzed by @sinorim-pisani in their linguistic anthropology post) is feeling made sound, radiated out by a ghost's core. The Ghostly Wail is a halfa screaming all of their emotions, their memories, the intrinsic experience of dying out for every ghost to hear.

Remembering death hurts for a ghost, badly enough that the Wail shoving the experience of dying right at them would End most ghosts on the spot. But halfas can remember their death, can face it without Ending, and can force other ghosts to re-live it through ghost-speak, even if it still hurts the halfa. Those reasons are why halfas are in a league of their own.

[awakari]

Good Night Stories

Sanji x gn!Reader

It had been an exhausting day with a stressful battle. You're tired, but the adrenaline still hasn't fully worn off, so you're struggling to fall asleep. After a while of tossing and turning in your bed, you decide to head back out onto the deck and sit down on a bench, feeling the fresh night breeze.

After sitting there for a few minutes, you hear a door somewhere to your right open and someone else walking onto the deck. Upon turning your head towards the source of the noise, you spot your blonde crewmate and good friend, Sanji, about to light a cigarette.

He notices you sitting there and starts walking towards you with a smirk. "Can't sleep?" he asks with a teasing untertone. "No. I'm SO exhausted, but I still can't calm down from earlier..." you explain and let out a frustrated groan.

When he realizes your frustration, his expression softens and he sits down next to you, asking if there's anything he can do for you. You lean against him and ask if he can tell you something. A confused look crosses his face and he turns his head towards you. "Like what?"

"I don't know... anything. I think i just need some kind of distraction, to take my mind off today for a bit."

There's a moment of silence, as Sanji seems to be thinking to himself. As he starts talking again, he begins reminiscing about his time working at the Baratie. The stories range from strange experiences with customers, to Zeff once again making him wait the Tables, instead of letting him cook, to the dishes he would prepare.

His voice always has a calming effect on you, so you start to relax and slowly but surely, you drift off to sleep, with your head resting on his shoulder. Sanji continues talking for a while and when he realizes that you've fallen asleep, he gently places his jacket over your lap, careful not to wake you up. He can't help but notice how peaceful you look sleeping like that and a smile crosses his lips.

Then he finally lights the cigarette he was about to smoke earlier and leans back a little, making sure your head doesn't fall off his shoulder. Minutes pass. After he finishes his cigarette, he lightly leans his head against yours with a content sigh and lets his eyelids fall shut.

Soon after, he too falls asleep and the two of you gently sway with the calm rocking of the ship.

[lunarriviera]

生日快乐, 费渡 | happy birthday, fei du

when you hold me (it holds me together) by lunarriviera fandom: 默读 | The Light in the Night, 光渊 | Justice in the Dark words: 4820 rating: E warnings: no archive warnings apply relationships: Luo Wenzhou/Fei Du characters: Lang Qiao, Mu Xiaoqing, Luo Yiguo, Fei Qian tags: birthday, did luo wenzhou really forget, spoiler: he did not, birthday fluff, birthday sex summary: It was normal and perfectly fine that Luo Wenzhou had run out the front door that morning in a hurry, ten minutes late for work. What wasn't normal was that it also happened to be Fei Du’s twenty-third birthday. And Luo Wenzhou hadn’t said a word about it.

[trappedinmymind]

(today on things I wish I could tell my younger self)

Honestly, write that self-indulgent fanfic. Draw that self-indulgent art. Even if it’s cringe or done bad. You don’t have to post it. But if you feel compelled to make it, then make it.

[given1soul]

learned the power of reading fanfiction on kindle and now I’m unstoppable (giggling uncontrollably alone in the room)

[vonlipvig]

it's so wild how nobody in my dash speaks about aa6. not a single mention. maaaybe a nahyuta drawing from time to time, but like, i could honestly forget that game exists. and i do. today i remembered about rock and roll jesus and i was like woah. sounds fake but ok. remember paul atishon? me neither.

[astranne]

VISIT OF A HERO !blue lock

kunigami rensuke x gn! reader

notes // i watched the bllk anime and i‘m still having war flashbacks of the manga, which i read probably a year ago?? i don’t know and i don’t care because this was a good decision. going back to my multifandom blog origins LMAO so don’t be surprised if y‘all be getting blue lock content hehe and ofc kunigami has the honor <33 also, this was not proofread, it's literally a bainrot/word vomit so yeah- also, first work in the new year yay!!

wc // 652

tags // @stellumi , @keqism , @venexus for you my darlings <3

You knew Kunigami was in this… project that was announced days ago. Whole Japan was in turmoil, and there were whispers. About those who had already left- those who had already lost. There was nothing but tears and ashes of them left, their future career destroyed for just one striker. 

Oh how you hoped and prayed that this one striker was him, your hero, soon everyone’s hero. He deserved it, so long he had worked hard, training hard while sweat was running down his face, muscle aches paining him- he deserves it. He deserves being in Blue Lock, in this insane project, after all it meant he was one of the chosen ones, one of those many, many soccer players who were just better. 

You knew Kunigami deserved this, but you still worried. After all, you didn’t know what exactly happened there, if he got enough breaks, enough time to rest. You worried, you worried he would lose himself but the moment your mind started spiraling, you chided yourself, believing in Kunigami, believing in his strength as human and as a striker. 

It was unknown to you, when he would return, and if he ever would. If he would come out at the top, he would travel to train more, he wouldn’t come back to you. You knew this, you knew this the moment Kunigami became your boyfriend. He was a nice guy, of course, but he was also an egoist. How could he not be, as a striker? How often he had to cancel your dates, because the training was timed longer, because he wanted to run more, to shoot more goals, to be better. And everytime it hurt, deep in your chest, a stinging pain but you were also filled with pride. Kunigami has always given his best and he was yours. Yours alone to hug, to kiss, to love- he was yours and you were his. And even if it hurt, being left behind while he went to train, while he went to this insane project, you were so proud of him, you were so proud it hurt. It hurts to love him and maybe this was exactly why you did. 

You knew Kunigami was selfish, after all he wanted to be the best and have you by his side, regardless how he neglected you for his training. You could never be angry at him, not for this reason, not when he was so nice, so loving, so- not when he was yours, even if he gave his heart to soccer long ago. 

You knew Kunigami was an egoist, even if it was hidden, hidden behind his handsome face and a nice character. And so you were surprised, when you opened the door, with him greeting you with a blinding smile on his face. Before you could even ask him what he was doing here, he had your face in his calloused hands, taking you in, with love clear in his eyes. 

“I striked some goals in matches against other teams. They give points you know, gift points. Food, a phone or a day off. And I needed to see you.” Need. He needed to visit you, he wanted to hold you again, to kiss you, to keep you close, even for just one day. He was selfish, egoistic, greedy, always has been. He wanted you and he wanted to be Japan’s striker, he wanted to be the best striker, he wanted to win, always, since he was young. But he will only do so with you by his side. 

You knew Kunigami was a hero, because strikers have always been hero in his eyes. And so he left you, after one of the best days in your life, left to train, to be selfish, to be egoistic again. He left to be a hero, for you and for the whole world. 

And you would wait for him, always. 

ASTRANNE 2023

[leonardalphachurch]

yeah okay i’m actually unbelievably angry about retconning out whole seasons. so funny how many people are celebrating it as if it isn’t an incredibly egotistical and supremely lazy writing move that’s a slap in the face to anyone who’s cared about the show in the past seven years

[zeroducks-2]

I’m tired of the debates; sick of the back and forth. You know what I want? What I think is perfect?

Omegaverse!Throuple Barry, Wally, and Eobard.

But specificity set like this: Barry can’t decide who he wants more, the young alpha pup who swoons over him and is extremely sweet and a total gentleman in every way (he also knots too quickly and gets hard when the wind changes directions but he’s in his early 20s so who can blame him) Wally, or the obsessive older alpha who has a dominance kink and is stupidly competitive and likes to fall into traditional stereotypes bc he’s wants to see Barry barefoot and pregnant with his pups, Eobard.

So he says “ummm why not both?” And bc he’s so cute and submissive and breedable, mofo gets both.

And after a while the three of them are happy as a throuple, and even Wally and Eobard get romantically involved because they’re both kinda competitive and enjoy setting the other off and sometimes that can get hot and steamy so yeah they fuck??? So what?? It makes Barry very happy thank you because he gets his favourite alphas.

You know what anon, you're valid.

Have some bits of fluff.

(everyone here is an adult and all that jazz)

Wally isn't exactly a fresh Alpha but he's young, smaller than the hulking beast who claimed Barry's nest without waiting for anyone's permission. There's a sharp click of teeth and a warning chuff and Wally stops on the edge of the nest, nostrils flaring in irritation but he doesn't protest.

«C'mere.» Barry mumbles. It's not a strong heat, it just makes him groggy. He could just sleep it off, but having company through it does make it easier, especially being scented and held.

Permission heard, the Alpha boy does slip onto the bedding and Barry purrs, nosing at the neck of his mate to remind him to behave. There's a growl so quiet Barry can hear it just because they're so pressed together, but it doesn't worry him, if anything it makes him smile a little.

«You're, huh. You're very... warm.» Wally sputters as Barry takes his hand and nuzzles the palm, then presses it on his own cheek. «Can I... are you sure I can touch...?»

«You can touch.» Eobard grumbles, even though his grip on Barry's body tightens. «I would have made it abundantly clear if you couldn't.»

Wally's chest swells like he was about to retort, or growl or anyway display aggression but Barry shushes him, kissing the palm of his hand. «You can.» He gently tugs the Alpha boy into his and his mate's personal space, a pleasant shiver coming up as Wally complies, rumbling quietly while rubbing their glands together. «You're okay.»

Meanwhile Eobard groans like he's offended but he ends up pulling both of them closer, roughly scenting Wally before settling back, and Barry can see the boy's confused blink. Wanting to show how pleased he is with how this is going, Barry turns and nuzzles just a little, just enough for his mate to pinch his chin and press their lips together. The kiss lingers more than he planned and his heat makes him lose track of things for a few moments, and when he's present again he's mindlessly tugging and pulling both at Wally's shirt and Eobard's hair on the nape. He's suddenly aware of the way the two Alphas' scent is going to his head, even more so when a palm presses against his naked belly, pulling a loud purr out of him. He's not even sure who the hand belongs to, too distracted by the kiss picking up, and the way Eobard gently nips and pulls at his lower lip.

When it breaks he's warm all over and with his breath puffy, but he still catches the flush on Wally's cheeks, and the way his big eyes dart from Barry's face to the way his fingers are still gripping the front of Wally's button down.

«Come on, pup.» Eobard nuzzles and brings Barry to show his neck. «He insisted to have you here. Stop gawking and don't make me regret saying yes.»

Wally nods and chews his inner cheek, obviously nervous but with a determined glint in his eyes as he fumbles with his shirt and ends up pulling it off. He kisses Barry next and they both quietly purr into it, and despite the boy is practically vibrating at this point he takes it slow, or anyway tries to, ignoring the way Eobard quietly snorts as he likely noticed too.

[friendofgeorgeharrison]

Looking for a garashir fanfiction

It was post canon Cardassia, Garak had some government position and Julian was in coma (perhaps from Section 31 stuff?) And Garak had him in his and medical staff care on Cardassia. Everyone tells him Julian’s beyond hope and will never wake up. But Garak visits him plenty and one day Julian wakes up

I really hope such a fic exists and I didn't make it up in my head

[to-be-a-dreamer]

🥚

Yes. Yes, I do have an inbox full of asks from the game the other day. However, why would I be a normal person and answer them when I could finish this response from literally ten months ago? (Other than this paragraph and the bit near the end, everything here was written back in June. I cannot even begin to tell you why it never got finished but enjoy I guess)

Okay, perfect so let me tell you guys about a little story called Pearchwood Hollow! It was a mystery/horror original story I wrote in 2019 that I repurposed into a Newsies AU. Obligatory "I have a very loose mental roadmap of how this plot goes at best, and nothing but general vibes and random scenes in mind at worst". This AU is an absolute mess and I have no idea how at least 50% of it goes, which is the exact reason it has never seen the light of day. You can read the concept chapter I wrote if you want; it's not that great but it'll help you get an idea of what this is going to be. (Don't bully me for the characters' names I was 16 and thought I was being quirky) It's formatted kinda weirdly because of the application it was originally written on but luckily I saved a copy to my computer after I deleted the original file.

Anyways, the basic idea:

It's a small town au and our main character is Davey Jacobs, an 18-year-old high school graduate/rising college freshman who lives with his parents and brother, is best friends with Charlie Morris-Larkin and Katherine Pulitzer, and was dating Jack Kelly-Larkin for most of high school. Jack and Charlie are brothers and Charlie is older by like four months because I said so. Davey and Jack broke up a few weeks after graduation because they made plans to go to colleges on opposite sides of the country. They're still friends and it's totally not awkward at all. Nope. Besties for life, those two.

Anywho, if you read the chapter I linked, you already know the mystery that's being set up, but just as a little TLDR: the town Davey and the gang live in is completely and totally normal. Really, it is. (this is not me being sarcastic again, it really is just a regular, boring town in middle-of-nowhere New York)

THE TOWN RIGHT NEXT TO THEM, HOWEVER-

It's called Pearchwood Hollow and it seems perfect, almost too perfect. Davey's been there a few times and everyone he met was super friendly and helpful. The lady at the gas station gave him a free candy bar, the mechanic who helped them out when they got stuck on the side of the road taught Davey how to change a flat tire, and the nice old couple who own the local sandwich shop snuck an extra cookie in his bag. It's a perfect town, full of perfect people who live in perfect houses and go to perfect schools and play in perfect parks and have perfect everything lives.

So why does every single person within a 100-mile radius know the exact same rule: Never, under any circumstances, stay in Pearchwood Hollow overnight

Davey liked to think his parents trusted him. He didn't have a curfew because they know he isn't interested in staying out late and getting into trouble. He was allowed to go anywhere in town as long as he gave them a general idea of when he would be home. He had his own job and his parents allowed him to do whatever he wanted with his salary, knowing that he always puts half into his savings account and made sure his phone bill was paid before spending anything on himself.

Yes, Esther and Mayer Jacobs trusted their oldest son, he had never given them any reason not to, after all. But Davey had never in his life gone longer than a week without being strictly reminded "never go to the Hollow".

No one knew where the rule came from, not even the oldest people in town. As far as Davey could tell, the fear of Pearchwood Hollow went back at least six generations and for seemingly no reason. Every once in a while, a couple of local kids would go to the Hollow with the intention of staying the night, but they always chickened out before sunset. No one had ever spent the night except for the people who lived there, all of whom usually laughed off the rumors or seemed genuinely clueless about them.

Davey was curious of course, everyone was, but he figured if so many people were afraid of the Hollow there must be a good reason. He would not be known as the fool who went poking around in places he shouldn't have and ended up becoming the answer to the mystery.

Which brings us to the beginning of the Actual Plot:

The opening scene is Davey packing for college while Les helps him and whines the whole time about being left behind. He's fine, just dramatic. Davey insists that he'll love being the only kid in the house and getting all of their parents' attention. Just in case though, Davey promises to leave his favorite denim jacket for Les to wear while he's gone and Les gives Davey his favorite friendship bracelet that he made at camp.

Anyways, Les has to leave the room for something, and, while Davey's shifting boxes around and trying to figure out how to pack his whole life into one tiny little dorm room, he finds an envelope behind his desk. It's covered in a thin layer of dust, a bit crumpled, still sealed shut, and reads "To Davey" on the front in neat, loopy handwriting.

Of course, he opens it and finds a letter from someone telling him that they've always wanted to know what was wrong with the Hollow. That they couldn't take it anymore and were going to find out what the rumors were about, once and for all. They told Davey they were planning on staying for one hour past sundown and to expect them home before dinner if all went well.

That much was already weird enough, but there were details in the letter than didn't make sense. First of all, there was the fact that Davey doesn't know anyone named "Sarah", and she kept speaking about him, Les, and their parents as if she were close to their family. Extremely close. Then she asked him not to tell Katherine where she'd gone until she got back, again, as if she were close with Davey's best friend. She called him D, an old nickname his family used when he was a little kid. Other small things like that.

Davey is completely and utterly confused, so, naturally, he goes to his two best friends to make them confused with him (one of which is his ex's brother and the other of which is his ex's ex. This is normal.)

Davey, Kath, and Charlie are, individually, incredibly smart individuals, so you would think that between the three of them, they could figure out a reasonable plan of action. However, their first working plan is to just. Go to the Hollow and see what happens. They don't stay overnight, they go during the middle of the day just to see if anything about it has changed since the last time any of them went.

There's a chapter or two of the gang driving around, looking at the old, decrepit town, a far cry from what they all remember. All of the buildings are falling apart and overgrown with plants. The road is full of potholes and cracks and looks as if it hasn't been tended to in decades, maybe even centuries. Davey's pretty sure he doesn't see a single animal in the entire town. It's only been six months since one of them was here, so they have no idea how it looked so bad.

They ask around a bit to try and learn what happened, or even if anyone knows a girl named Sarah, but every person they try to talk to just yells at them to get out before they get "claimed", whatever that means. Even the nice little sandwich shop that Davey remembers has basically crumbled into a giant pile of rubble and the man at the counter glares so harshly as they enter that they turn right around and go back to the car.

It's weird and creepy, nothing like they remember about the Hollow, so they leave a lot sooner than they originally planned. This chapter(s) ends with the three of them encountering Jack on the road out of the Hollow.

He's absolutely furious for a few reasons. First for going to the Hollow without telling anyone (Katherine could have sworn she sent Darcy a text right as they crossed into the town limits). Second for not answering their phones when literally everyone has been trying to find them (Davey couldn't remember his phone going off at all while they were in the Hollow, but when he checks he does in fact have several missed calls and texts from his parents and his friends). Third for turning off their location-sharing so that Medda and Jack couldn't even figure out where Charlie was (Charlie had barely touched his phone all day, but when he pulls it out to prove it, sure enough, his location-sharing is off.) I also think that it's been at least an hour longer than the trio thought, but I'm not sure if they would realize that now.

And so they have no choice but to tell Jack what's going on, to show him the letter and explain their "plan". He understands, he probably would have done the same thing, but he's hurt that they couldn't bother to tell him. He knows that things have been a bit awkward since the breakup but they're still his best friends and Charlie should have had the sense to at least tell his family what he was up to instead of scaring them half to death by practically falling off the face of the earth for four hours.

I have no idea how long this confrontation lasts, but by the end of it everyone has more or less made up, and now Jack is in on the goal to figure out the mystery. I told you there is no plan for this, I barely know what's going on at this point.

Here's the kicker: when Jack asks if they at least learned anything useful on their little field trip, Davey, Kath, and Charlie all say "no". They tell him that everything was just as perfect and idyllic as always, everyone was nice and welcoming and nothing weird was going on. They're not lying. The reader knows all of Davey's thoughts and memories in this moment and, as he recalls them, they are drastically different from what the reader knows to be true.

This is when we discover what the characters won't for a long time: the Hollow affects your memories. As long as you leave before sunset, the memories you made during your time in the Hollow are replaced by new ones. Fake ones. Memories of colorful houses with blossoming front gardens, of cheerful diners and mom-and-pop shops, of friendly townsfolk with genuine smiles and happy lives. Our narrator has forgotten four whole hours of his life and doesn't even realize it. What else don't we know about this story?

Wasn't sure where to add this, but I think something would happen in the Hollow that left a physical mark. Like, the car got scratched, someone skins their knee or gets a small cut on their arm, or someone drops a book in a puddle of water which leaves the ink bleeding and the pages warped. Something physical that can't easily be fixed, but could easily be forgotten for a little while. Jack asks what happened and the trio realizes that none of them knows. It's a big enough mark that they definitely should have noticed as soon as it happened, but none of them did. Or, at least, none of them remember if they did.

Also, at some point, we would meet Finch, Albert, and Spot, three best friends in the grade below our main characters who sometimes just kinda show up and are Also There. If Davey and the gang thought really hard about it, they wouldn't be able to remember where or how they met the three younger kids. And if Finch, Albert, and Spot thought really hard about it, they wouldn't be able to remember where or how they met each other.

Here's where the plot gets a little muddy and I start to lose my grip on the steering wheel. Or maybe my navigation system just shorted out idk it's less of an outline and more of a wishlist after this point:

So our new Buzzfeed Unsolved gang consists of Jack Kelly, his older brother of four months, his ex-girlfriend, and his ex-boyfriend. Someone book them a weekly timeslot on the History Channel.

They eventually decided that the best thing they can do is just research the Hollow and see if they can figure out why there are so many warnings about a seemingly-normal place. They don't find much, people have been searching for answers about the Hollow for over a century and never found anything. Finally, Katherine manages to find one newspaper article from the late 1800s, early 1900s. (It might be a little on-the-nose to say it's from 1899, but that's around the time period, I didn't even do that on purpose). According to the article, there was some kind of tragedy that killed every person in Pearchwood Hollow. I haven't 100% decided what happened, but my top 3 options are: blizzard, massive flood/tropical storm, or mysterious illness. I think I'm leaning towards blizzard just for simplicity's sake, but the illness one would be easy to explain why it didn't affect any of the surrounding towns. It's really not important, all you need to know is that everyone in town died, and the article states that no one has any plans to rebuild or repopulate.

Then the exact same newspaper released another article a week later, talking about a new school opening in Pearchwood Hollow to help with the large population increase over the past few years.

This is when the gang starts to revisit the weird stuff that happened when they went into the Hollow. Their phones seemingly not working, time moving differently, and the physical mark that I mentioned earlier. With this, in addition to the news articles and the letter from Sarah, there's only one logical conclusion to come to: the Hollow affects your memories.

Okay so maybe it's not exactly a logical conclusion and they definitely argue about it for a while, but it's the best explanation anyone has. But if the theory is true, that means there's no way of learning what's going on. Not unless they stay in the Hollow overnight.

Again, I have absolutely how the plot progresses to this, it just Does, alright? So yeah, the gang decides to just stick it out and stay in the Hollow overnight. How do they decide on this? Absolutely no idea but it happens and we're going with it, it's important to the plot.

Now this is really where I have no idea what happens beyond really vague ideas so just bear with me:

The gang goes to the Hollow and it's the same as the last time (the time the reader remembers), the run-down buildings, the horrible roads, the weird townsfolk, everything. Except this time, as soon as the sun sets, it's like a switch flips in everyone's heads and they suddenly remember that this is how Pearchwood Hollow has always been. Every single time, they had had the same awful experience, their memories were just replaced after they left. It's fascinating and terrifying all the same, but they move on to the next part of the plan, which is to find Sarah.

Which they do. Somehow. Don't ask questions, I don't have answers. They find Sarah and, again, a switch flips and suddenly they all remember her. She's Davey's twin sister, Jack's best friend, and Katherine's girlfriend of two years. It's very emotional, very sad, many tears. I'm so good at descriptions.

This is when the pieces all start to fall into place for both the reader and the characters. Sarah left the note for Davey about a week or two before the story started, went into the Hollow, stayed after dark, got trapped, and everyone in the outside world forgot she existed. Every physical and digital trace of her disappeared, except for the letter. As Sarah keeps explaining, they learn dozens, if not hundreds of people get stuck in the Hollow every single year. And then the world just... forgets them. People they knew, people they were friends with, maybe even people they loved. All gone.

Sarah doesn't know why, no one in the Hollow does. They still age and die as normal, so this has been going on for over six generations just like in the outside world. The town is pretty run down after a century of not being able to call for outside help or materials, but they don't really need to sleep or eat or drink like they should, so the lack of safe housing or good food or clean water isn't really a problem. The Hollow is basically a weird little pocket dimension and the people inside are somewhere between dead and alive. They just live out the rest of their lives wandering aimlessly in their odd little prison, making tentative friendships that don't mean all that much, and scaring off any visitors so they don't get trapped as well.

Davey, Katherine, Charlie, and Jack aren't technically stuck yet. They could still leave, but they'd forget everything again. They aren't really trapped until they get "claimed", which, according to Sarah, should be happening any minute so they really needed to get going. They argue this, of course, saying they won't leave without her and she insists that she can't leave, that she's tried and everyone else in Pearchwood has tried, but there's no way out after you get claimed.

They're arguing about this for a few minutes and then they hear a voice calling out from the other room. Asking Sarah who she was talking to. Then the final switch flips and they remember Race. And Davey can't feel any emotion besides horror as the boy freezes in the doorway. This is Jack and Charlie's little brother and, if Davey's memory isn't failing him again, he's been gone for over a year. And all that time, while he was stuck in this horrible limbo, they were just living their lives as if nothing had happened

Okay, so this is where I stopped writing back in June because couldn't think of an ending. We're picking this up about ten months later so apologies if there's any continuity errors after this

For the sake of getting this finished so it doesn't sit in my drafts for another ten months, we're gonna speedrun our way through what is technically the climax of the entire story, just deal with it. In case you haven't noticed I love creating situations for my little guys but I'm so bad at getting them out of said situations

Basically, Pearchwood Hollow is the way that it is because back in 1899, when the whole town was destroyed, there actually was one survivor. It doesn't really matter who it was. Maybe the mayor, maybe a poor farmer, maybe a small child. Who they are isn't important. What's important is that they were scared, lonely, and so very desperate.

Desperation is a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands. It makes you vulnerable.

They made a deal with something. Maybe they thought it was an angel. Maybe they knew it was a demon. Maybe they didn't care either way.

The demon couldn't bring everyone back, but it could bring others in. It promised that if the person could get people to stay in the town just until sunset, the demon would make sure they were never lonely again. It could give them a community, a family again.

Desperation is a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands. It makes you vulnerable. It makes you irrational. It prevents you from remembering all the warnings passed down from generation to generation about reading the fine print before accepting a deal from a demon. They never give you what you think you're asking for in the first draft.

At the time of our story, the original person who made the deal is long dead. But the demon will never break its oath, not as long as there are still people in the Hollow.

Demons gain their power from soul sacrifices. Technically, there's a specific ritual a human must complete of their own volition before the demon can stake their claim, but every rule has a loophole. Willingly entering a demon's earthly domain past nightfall despite warnings to keep away? Close enough to a ritual sacrifice for a demon to claim your soul and keep you trapped for the rest of your life.

Anyways, long story short but Davey and Co meet the demon and somehow don't ask questions Davey convinces it to take only his soul in exchange for letting the rest of his friends go, including Sarah and Race. I'm thinking the reasoning is because souls that are willingly sacrificed by someone who fully and completely understands the meaning of said sacrifice are ten times more powerful than souls that are forcibly stolen using a shaky-at-best loophole.

Desperation is a dangerous weapon in the wrong hands. It makes you vulnerable. It makes you irrational. It makes you impulsive. It tricks you into thinking you've outsmarted your opponent when both of you know the game was over before it even started.

Jack and the others try to talk him out of it. Davey insists that this is the only way and at least most of them should be able to go home. They won't remember him anyways so they won't have to mourn. Before any of the others can try to offer themselves up instead, the demon snaps its fingers and suddenly the reader is sent back to the opening scene.

Davey is in his room packing for college. Sarah comes in to try and steal some of his sweaters to take with her to her own university just two hours away from Davey's. They bicker like all siblings do, like they always have.

They meet Charlie, Katherine, and Jack for lunch at Jacobi's later that day. Sarah greets her girlfriend with a sweet kiss and Davey slips under Jack's arm like it was the only place in the world he belonged. None of them mention the Hollow. The thought of the place doesn't even cross Davey's mind.

Jack leaves early to pick Race up from work, grumbling lightheartedly about how his annoying kid brother should hitch a ride with his friends instead of bugging him all the time. Davey rolls his eyes, knowing his boyfriend is eager to soak up every second left at home with Race before Jack and Davey move across the country to go to college together.

Davey does not find a dusty envelope behind his desk.

Esther and Meyer shed several tears the day they drop Davey and Sarah off at college, mentioning how quiet the house will be with only the two of them living in it

If he thought long and hard about it, Davey wouldn't be able to remember why he left his favorite denim jacket at home.

If anyone asked, Davey wouldn't be able to recall who gave him the handmade friendship bracelet he always had on his wrist.

And if anyone asked, David Jacobs would say he has only one sibling, his twin sister Sarah.

Always read the fine print before making a deal with a demon. They never give you what you think you're asking for.

[callsign-songbird]

Omg i love love looovvee your angsty fics/drabbles, I’ve literally been on your acc for whole a day, and OH GOD, IM HERE FOR ITTT😩. Maybe just maybe I could make a request with ghoap slowly forgetting about reader, basically reader getting neglected, but reader gets more and more mentally unstable and gets hyper fixated on cigarettes. And maybe if you’re okay with it, drugs? And maybe she kills herself and simon has to see her body on her bed?😭. IDK I JUST WANT PURE ANGST GOOD GOD😩 but feel free if you want to write about it or not, no pressure bb✨

Alright, I'm going to respond to this before it disappears from my inbox!!

For one, thank you so much and I'm so glad you like it!!! I swear I'm working on it, I just keep running out of sad writing songs lol. And I LOVE this idea!! There are so many heart-wrenching ways to take this and playing with the scenario has my brain boiling!

Just thought I would let you know that I have been holding this close to my heart and working on it!!

[steelxbrew]

Just wrote nearly forty pages of a fanfiction chapter for a fandom where’s zero works in total. If no one wants it let me be the first lmao

[allylikethecat]

Quick question! Love all the January prompts so far and I was wondering if you had any oneshot situations in the works?

Ah! Thank you so much! I'm so happy to hear that you're enjoying the January Prompts! They have been both extremely fun and extremely challenging to work on and I am so proud of myself for sticking with them. There have been many a night where I have nearly forgotten about it, and wanted to skip it, and I'm always so pleased that I've actually manage to power through!

In terms of one shots - I don't have an official timeline of when things are going to be finished / posted because I have been focusing on my chaptered fics at the moment (once I get the Christmas one done I feel like a giant weight will have been lifted omg) BUT according to my 2024 Fic Planning Document I will hopefully be working on the following one shots:

A migraine sick fic

The long await IV situation at the end of the North American leg of SATVB sick fic

Baby!Fictional!Matty and Baby!Fictional!George and how they got together the first time in the Infection Verse

Infection Verse fic about fictional!Matty's hospitalization between chapters 8 and 9 of the A&E fic following his suicide attempt

There will also inevitably be some other one shots that I come up with between now and then, but that is what I currently have in terms of ideas that I am excited to start flushing out! I also have a LOT of really lovely prompts that people have sent me on Tumblr, and I hope that I'll be able to dedicate some time to finish some of those sooner rather than later!

Thank you so much for reading, your support and sending in this lovely ask! I hope you have a great rest of your week!

❤️Ally

[mainstream-deviant]

Heyo - super excited for your prompt list and to see you getting back in the swing of writing, hell yeah :D I actually thought of two, so feel free to do one over another if you feel so inclined (or both! or neither! no rules here haha): 4 with Ryou + YM and / or 11 with Malik + TKB/YB (whichever one of your choosing)

Oooh, you gave me a deathshipping option. You should know what happens when there’s a good deathshipping option. 😂

Thank you so much for the prompt and the encouragement. You’re a gem. 💕

(If anyone else would like to request a sleepytime prompt, the list is HERE!)

Fandom: Yugioh DM

Pairing: Deathshipping (Ryou/Yami Marik)

Word Count: ~1000 (oh hush that's totally a drabble >.>)

Rating: F for Fluff

Context: Something vaguely post-cannon, when YM (Amir) is in the “oh shit I’m a whole person with whole emotions and a whole psyche and consequences?? Wtf?” part of the process and trying to Human. It's tiring work.

The mechanics of the mini-boss’s weapon were finally, finally, starting to look like they might possibly consider working with a just little extra encouragement. If he asked the monster world gods very very nicely. Maybe. He hoped. Ryou was just starting to wonder if he’d have to consider some sort of human sacrifice to get these stats to work when there was a thud from the doorway. He shifted out of the way just in time for the thump of a body hitting the couch.

“Tough day?” A stream of muffled grumbling drifted up from the cushion next to him, where Amir had planted himself firmly face-down in the cushions. Answer enough.

Ryou carefully extended a hand and very pointedly shifted his weight in Amir’s direction. Amir’s attitude towards comforting touch was… inconsistent, to say the least, so Ryou was ready for a sharp warning away. But this time the stream of grumblings continued despite the movement, so Ryou took that as permission and slipped his fingers into Amir’s wild hair to gently scratch at his scalp.

A large whoosh of air interrupted the grumbling for a second and Amir shifted an arm up under his head, tucking his face into his elbow. This just so happened to push his head further into Ryou’s fingers, a fact that he’s sure Amir would say was just coincidence if he pointed it out. Ryou smiled to himself and dug his nails in more firmly, taking full advantage of that point of contact.

They stayed that way for a while, as Amir’s already-muffled words slurred together more and more. Gaming statistics set aside for now, Ryou passed the time trying to figure out whether any of Amir’s mumblings were staying in one language from beginning to end. It didn’t sound like it. He must be exhausted, poor boy.

“You can rest, Amir. We’ll sort it tomorrow.” The string of syllables shifted to something vaguely assenting, before fading away entirely.  Ryou kept up the steady rhythm of his fingers until the last of the tension faded and Amir’s breaths smoothed out, slow and deep. Pleased, he took that as his cue and slouched into the corner of the couch, waiting.

It didn’t take long for Amir to twist around and shift toward Ryou. With a wakeful, whirring mind it was always debateable whether Amir would seek or avoid physical contact. But like this, quiet and sedate in a way his mind wouldn’t allow any other time, it was always the same.

It started with the warm press of a forehead into Ryou’s leg, insistent and kitten-like. Ryou smiled and continued to massage the back of Amir’s head, obligingly shifting his legs so Amir’s seeking arm could anchor them together more firmly. A deep sigh rushed warm air past his thigh as Amir settled further, apparently content for now. Ryou had to smile as Amir’s mouth softly fell open, huffing out little puffs of air into the small space between leg and couch. Anyone else would look suffocated in such a pose, but Amir seemed perfectly at ease. Whenever he finally slept, he slept like the dead. Ryou let his hand fall still, silence settling in like a thick mist.

With Amir seeming settled for the moment, Ryou’s thoughts drifted back towards his abandoned project. He twisted just a bit to try to get eyes back on his campaign materials. He could almost make out the chart he needed from here, and he had been so close to figuring out how the shielding was going to work…

A discontented grunt filtered up from near Ryou’s leg, and he looked down in time to catch a little scowl cross Amir’s brow. Alright then. No more campaign prep tonight. But if he wasn’t going to get any further on his campaign tonight, he could at least avoid having a crick in his neck come morning. Ryou settled back further on the couch and reached down to scratch at Amir’s shoulders, hoping he'd move a bit.  The scowl on Amir’s face deepened as Ryou shifted his legs to try to lift them onto the couch. He never like being disturbed. The arm around Ryou’s legs tightened and something startlingly close to a growl rumbled out of Amir’s chest. Somehow, it managed to sound petulant.

“I’m not leaving, I just want to lie down properly, you goon. Come on, let me go for a sec.” Giving up on subtlety entirely, Ryou threaded an arm underneath Amir’s shoulder to pry him off enough lie down on the couch properly.

It was debateable whether Amir ever actually woke up moments like this, but at least he always responded to the movement. He relaxed his clinging arm with a grumble while Ryou repositioned himself, eyes scrunched shut and scowl firmly in place. The moment Ryou settled down, Amir let out a low rumble and dove forward, shoving his head into Ryou’s stomach hard enough to force a huff of air from his lips. Ryou resumed petting Amir’s hair, catching his breath as well as he could even as Amir wound an arm around his waist and held him tight, tight, tight, squeezing the air right back out again. Ryou hugged Amir’s head close to his middle. His very own live lion plushie, he’d once said, much to Amir’s great annoyance. Ryou figured he could deal with it as compensation for enduring his subconscious anaconda traits. A leg hooked around one of Ryou’s, effectively locking in his sleeping position for the night. Well, at least he was horizontal now.

Quiet once again, Ryou let his eyes droop, warm in a tangle on the couch. He watched as Amir nuzzled in to the soft squish of his belly, scowl slowly receding now that his anchor was still. He didn’t let his eyes close the rest of the way until Amir’s lips gently parted again, loose and wafting warm breath as he sunk back down into the deep. With a sigh, Ryou joined him.