#this fic is also on AO3 but i can't link it cause tumblr

[otomiyaa]

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(literally how I named the image, couldn't think of something else)

Hi guys :') To my followers and tumblr friends, I'm really sorry if my sudden disappearance scared or upset you. It wasn't quite... planned. And today was a busy day and I needed some time to consider what I wanted to do.

Short version of the story:

My tumblr account got terminated for copyright infringement. A certain Mr. Green got me in unlucky trouble (ref 1, 2).

I won't get it back, or try to get it back. It's gone.

Needed a moment to consider 2 options: ask Mia to extend my dramatic farewell letter and stay gone, or make a new blog.

Not planning to post new writing here. I won't be using words like 'never' or 'forever' because I'm a known clown with things like this, but the intention is to no longer post fics. I will finish Tickletober on AO3 and then take a break from writing. So yes, I cancel the swiftscribbles event too, sorry!

When I opened my laptop, I could see my old blog in its final hour lmao (I found out about the loss on my phone). So that's what the snap is from on a fitting grave. It was fun while it lasted!

Long version of the story:

Losing my blog(s): My Tumblr account with main blog + sideblogs got terminated overnight, it was quite the surprise! I've either been reported or tracked by bots. The posts are a bunch of numbered URLs I can't open, but the message is clear: for including anime content, genshin impact or media from other sources (whether it's videos, screenshots, official art, gifs or even fanwork) you technically can get a strike. Upon googling the claimer I quickly found this first, and knew it was a lost cause. Although it feels shitty and unlucky, I am in no place to appeal. It's like when I used to make AMVs in the past, you never knew whether a song or even anime footage was going to give your YT account a copyright strike or even a ban, it was a gamble. I have lost YT accounts before, and now I lost the Tumblr one. With 7+ years of tickle trash content and a bunch of sideblogs. But oh well, moving on!

Starting a new blog: It was a serious consideration whether this was my ultimate chance to do what I've always said I wanted to do eventually - quit my blog. My first thought was to ask Mia to share my explanation and literal goodbye with you guys, and stick to my chaos of a Twitter account to indulge in fandom stuff. But then I thought of how happy Tumblr made me, even without the fic writing, but just.. reblogging things, getting random asks, shouting about life and of course, about tickles. I decided to make a new blog after all, but also decided the following:

The 7K+ milestone swiftscribbles event is cancelled, for which I apologize! The follower milestone, together with the motivation to write the fics, and even the asks with the requests I got, all died with my former blog.

I will see how long I can survive without posting a new fic or drabble. A loose headcanon or two might fly around sometime. And if necessary, a link to a new fic on AO3.

Tickletober? Hell yes I'll finish it, I would cringe in bed for 49 days at least if I would stop. I just won't post the fics here, but on AO3.

Reposting/reblogging my old works? Undecided at the moment but I'm tired and lazy. I don't feel too upset since most of my fics are still on AO3 at least and not completely gone.

Anyways, I'll see what happens and how long I can enjoy this nerfed version of blogging.

Surprisingly I'm not upset about losing my other blog, there were a lot of memories but it was also very cringe. I'm gonna be just as cringe here, but at least I feel cleansed.

For those who choose to follow me again, thank you, but please know that there won't be much original content coming from me, for now!:)

[thefrogdalorian]

Hello and welcome to my contribution to Dincember!

Following NaNoWriMo (which I used to complete a draft of a modern AU!Din x reader fic that I aim to start posting in January) I wanted to attempt another writing project to maintain my sanity during this festive period! I'm aiming to complete all 25 days but life can sometimes be unpredictable, especially at this time of year.

I really hope you enjoy my interpretations of each prompt and best of luck if you're also participating, can't wait to see what everyone creates. Thanks @dindjarindiaries for putting these prompts together, celebrating all things Din is a wonderful way to close out the year!

All my fics are GN!reader and I don't include physical descriptions. Nothing more mature than a bit of smooching either :)

Happy Dincember, tumblr!

Link to read on AO3 | Link to read in Chronological Order

Day 1 - Snow: After a busy few months, Din surprises you and Grogu with a well-earned retreat to a snowy paradise in the run up to Life Day. Snow-filled chaotic fun ensues!

Day 2 - Fire: During a trip to a peaceful cabin with Din and Grogu, you awake one morning and discover that Grogu is poorly. You and Din are extremely worried but after a visit from a healer and the warmth of the fire you light, his condition soon improves.

Day 3 - Gloves: As you sit watching Grogu play by the fire while holding hands with Din, you reflect on how a simple part of his body says so much about the complex man that you are so privileged to love. A simple pleasure that you would have been denied, if he had never removed his gloves.

Day 4 - Lights: You introduce Din to a favourite Life Day tradition of yours: hanging up lights. It's a tradition that he finds slightly bemusing but after a slight hiccup which is soon resolved, thanks to the abilities possessed by Grogu, the two of you set about making a cheesy new Life Day tradition all of your own.

Day 5 - Cold: After your favourite Mandalorian's latest assignment with the New Republic means that his return to your cabin is delayed, you head to bed, thoroughly miserable. But when Din finally arrives home the reunion does not go entirely smoothly, as you find yourself needing to warm him up, with adorable consequences.

Day 6 - Gifts: It's Life Day and time for you and Din exchange gifts. You love sharing in the joy of seeing others surprised with your gifts, but nothing surprises you more than the incredibly thoughtful gift Din gives to you.

Day 7 - Star: As you lie on Din's strong chest, looking at the stars and reflecting how grateful you are that your paths crossed, you discover once again, that the man with the fearsome reputation is incredibly soft underneath his hard Beskar shell.

Day 8 - Flame: A fire pit outside your little cabin on Nevarro has always been a dream of yours. So, when Din finally agrees to build one, you are delighted, especially when he secures your favourite sweet treats too. But it's Din's first time roasting candy on a campfire and things don't exactly go to plan...

Day 9 - Boots: Raising a Force-sensitive child is not an easy task, especially one as mischievous as Grogu. When the little guy decides to play a game of hide and seek without telling you and Din first, you find him in a place that you would never have expected.

Day 10 - Sweater: After his latest job with the New Republic takes him away from your home, you find yourself missing Din terribly. But, despite how sappy and lame as you feel for doing so, you find wearing his sweater brings you a great deal of comfort when you need it most.

Day 11 - Icicle: An innocent icicle causes Din to reminisce on a moment he shared with Grogu on the Razor Crest shortly after rescuing The Child from the Imps on Nevarro.

Day 12 - Warmth: After you find yourself caught up in a rainstorm that drenches you to the bone on the forest planet you call home, an unexpectedly kind Mandalorian helps you to get warm again.

Day 13 - Family: Din Djarin is a complex man, with many walls you have not yet successfully broken down. You have been slowly building a life with the man who has a traumatic past he has alluded to, but never discussed in detail. One night, Din wakes up from a nightmare and finally lets you in. You comfort him, reminding him of your love for him and how much he deserves his unlikely family.

Day 14 - Home: During a moment cuddling with Din underneath the festive lights in your cabin, Din confides in you what home means to him.

Day 15 - Candle: Despite planning a special evening to mark your final night in the cabin that you, Din and Grogu have enjoyed a relaxing vacation in, your plans are soon thwarted by an unexpected power cut. However, the sudden loss of light ends up having very romantic consequences.

Day 16 - Sweet: After a tiring day of yard work, you decide to introduce Din and Grogu to one of your favourite festive drinks: hot chocolate. Although the sweetness proves a little too much for one of your Clan.

Day 17 - Joy: Despite you and Din having plans to go to a special festive market with Grogu, you wake up feeling awful, as though all festive cheer has been sucked out of you. Fortunately, you have a loving and caring Mandalorian who helps you regain your joy.

Day 18 - Snowflake: As Din stands by the window, watching the snow fall outside your cabin in the mountain paradise he brought you to for a vacation, he reveals a hilarious memory of his first encounter with snow to you. One that you are keen not to let him forget in a hurry.

Day 19 - Coat: You and Din arrive for a vacation in a picturesque snowy mountain town. There's just one problem: you brought the wrong coat. You head into town in search of the perfect coat but after a long day of fruitless searching, fortunately you have an incredibly patient and attentive Mandalorian to help you through the shopping stress.

Day 20 - Celebration: To show Din how much he means to you, you decide to make a special gesture in celebration of him by cooking him a traditional Mandalorian feast. Despite having your heart set on a perfect evening, a certain green child has other ideas...

Day 21 - Love: Despite how much time you have been spending with Din and getting to know him, you are still none the wiser as to whether your feelings for him are reciprocated. But an impromptu night of stargazing leads to a confession that may just change everything for the two of you...

Day 22 - Cozy: When Grogu wakes up upset in the middle of the night, both you and Din are concerned for him. But getting cozy and cuddling with his Clan soon brightens the little boy's mood.

Day 23 - Frost: You and Din wake up one morning to discover the volcanic planet you call home has been plunged into a deep frost. You are awestruck by the gleaming ground and the icy crystals that cling to every surface. You and Din decide to head out for a walk with Grogu, who is fascinated by the way his favourite pond has frozen over.

Day 24 - Ice: The unseasonably weather on Nevarro causes a pond to freeze and thanks to a stroke of good luck, a passing vendor is able to offer the opportunity to skate on it. You expect that Din will be a natural, but things do not go entirely to plan.

Day 25 - Holiday Waking up before Din on Life Day gives you the opportunity to admire all the little details and features of the man you love so much.

[ao3commentoftheday]

I've been wrestling with this for a while, so I'm hoping that someone might have thoughts to share. I recently got a few of my fics printed and bound, and since they turned out beautifully, I wanted to make physical copies available for readers without putting myself in the position of accepting money for fanfic. The best option I could think of for that was to make the print-ready files available for download here on my Tumblr account, and let people know which printing company I used. Now anyone who wants a hard copy of those fics just has to download a couple of PDFs from a link on my blog, then either place an order through the printing company that I used or find a different company that can print books in a similar format. No muss, no fuss, no money changing hands within the fandom.

So my question is, would there be a way to "advertise" those print-ready PDFs in my AO3 author's notes without violating the TOS? I never have and never will make any money off of hard copies of my fics, but obviously they're not free because some printing company somewhere is going to charge for the paper, ink, glue, and shipping. I know that even mentioning charity zines on AO3 can cause problems with the rules against commercialization, so would this be the same kind of situation? Or would I be okay if I didn't mention the printing company and didn't link to any info about them specifically, because then it's basically just another fic download option, but with cover art and fun fonts?

My understanding is that you can't put a link on AO3 to anything that directly leads to spending money. Linking to (or mentioning) the printing company would be a definite no go. Linking to your tumblr blog or to the PDF files themselves might be okay? It all comes down to how you phrase things on AO3 and what the link is pointing to on the other side.

If you want to make sure you're doing it right, I'd suggest emailing the Policy & Abuse Committee (which I often refer to by their acronym, PAC). Outline the situation like you did here and tell then what you'd like to put in your note. They'll be able to tell you if it's okay or not. You could also see if they have suggestions of things to avoid doing.

The PAC team are actually really helpful and very nice, and the fact that you're trying to follow the rules and don't want to monetize will be a nice change for them 🤣

You can send them an email by going to the fic you want to share the PDF files for and scrolling to the bottom of the page. Then select the Policy Questions & Abuse Reports link from the footer. That'll take you to an email form page.

[orcelito]

orcelito's trigun fic recs!

making this for @trigunfanfic's fic appreciation week! this is a nonexhaustive list & not in any particular order (aside from the smut fics, which i separated into another section). just a few fics i rly love & think should get more attention!!

so Here are the multichapters (some of which have smut, but it's not the focus):

someone to last your whole life by catchatter / @needlab7

this one is sooooooooooooooooooooooo 🥺 i was reading it as it was being released and MAN it drove me insane. every bit of the post-trimax love and healing i couldve ever wanted. genuinely one of my fav trigun fics. it's just so well written & evocative. it really does feel like Vash and Wolfwood... and just. aughghghgh im gonna have to reread it sometime bc it truly is something special

CAUSE OF DEATH (See instructions and examples) by neatrogenous / @floofyfluff

this is the other post-trimax fic that Changed My Life. i read it all in one go in one euphoric hyperfocus. i felt every emotion known to mankind. it is just. slkdfjsldfjlskdfj god. i adore how Vash is written here. both of them, really. it just feels so much like them. someday, i will reread this one Too...

Make it to Daybreak by @hypermoyashi (on both ao3 and tumblr)

god. what to say about this one. honestly i have never watched Demon Slayer so going into this fic i was missing that context, but i never felt like i was actually missing out on much. Allen does such a fantastic job at bringing u into the world without having to know anything about it at all. i LOOOOVE demon vash sooo much. so very much. im a little behind on updates rn sldfsdfkj but im excited to catch back up bc everything about this au is just Sooooo fun. everyone potentially interested in Demon Vash should read this. Do it. Right Now. 🥺 pls

Trillium and Ivy by @shastafirecracker (on both ao3 and tumblr)

AUGHHHHHH omfg this one was one of the first fics i read for trigun, and MAN it really set a high bar for me. im a little picky when it comes to modern aus, but this one is just so.... WONDERFUL... i read the entire thing in the first half of my day one day and spent the rest of my day in a fugue state. it was just SO SO SO good. i recently reread it and even having read it before, it was just as wonderful to read. realistic relationship development, compelling Saverem drama, all of it. it's also probably my favorite fic for the depiction of Vash's injury & recovery. the first time i read it i was just blown away by how realistic it felt, right down to the trauma memories of watching bargain bin movies while he was stuck in bed. honestly i could rant for forever about this one lol. it truly is special.

and RELATED TO THAT,,,

Wildflowers, also by ShastaFirecracker

i actually didnt know these 2 fics were written by the same person at first lol. Wildflowers got linked in my trigun server & i checked it out bc Fuck Yeah trans wolfwood. and then had my world just blown away. it's SUCH a good fic, & i really am such a sucker for fantasy au. and i was just absolutely gushing about how realistic the depiction of trans wolfwood was even before i finished the fic. SUCH a great fic. so imagine my surprise & delight when i went back to reread Trillium and Ivy and realized -- OH FUCK, it's by the SAME PERSON !!! such beautiful writing, For Real. i really do love these 2 fics.

Sun, Moon, and Stars by tragic_unpaired_electron (can't find a tumblr link on the fic or ao3 profile, so if anyone knows them feel free to share this with them pls !!)

WOW LOOK it's a fic that doesnt have VW as the main focus!!! unfortunately the only one of those on this list (i May be a tad predictable...), & it really earned its place here. it's just such a fascinating fic that answers the question of What If Tesla Survived? i adore the exploration of her strengths and struggles, as well as her sibling relationship with Knives and Vash. it's so INTERESTING, and it gets into the meat of fighting for the rights of Independent Plants (and plants in general) and just. man. i read this and wanted to devote my life to one Tesla Saverem. she is so precious and hard-headed and SUCH a good big sister. pls do read it, it's such a lovely fic

and NOW...

onto the smut fics lol.

there are Plenty of very good smut fics around, but these are the ones that really stuck with me. either for being Different than the norm, or just being very... well. ya kno lol.

dont worry about the picture this paints of me lmfaoooo

you'll never get enough by tagteamme / @phaltu

AGHHHHHHHHH oh my god this fic made me FEEL things. it's a boxer / gym au, and MAN does it do it well. u get the sweaty gym setting, u get the homoeroticism & horny pining, u get the blatant masochism that drives them both... im just obsessed with it. that stove scene is going to stay with me For Life. & the smut is of course VERY good, but the Vibes... oh the Vibes are so impeccable. obsessed.

there is a season for all things by SolidShrimp (cant find their tumblr on the fic/profile, but i Know ive seen them on tumblr 🤔 if anyone knows their url, pls do me a favor and send this to them!)

THIS ONE.......................... man. man. man. man. like i know xeno is The Average for fandom vash, except the normal flower "plantussy" doesnt really do much for me. im too much of a monster fucker for that i guess. it's not BAD, just not particularly exciting. this, though? now, THIS one left an impression. ive already gushed about it to the writer in the comments of the first fic (havent kept up with the sequel fics, tho i really should catch back up sometime) so i'll keep it brief here. just. such an UTTERLY delightful inhuman vash portrayal, to the point where his reproductive biology is just plain incompatible with Wolfwood & Meryl's (oh yeah, it's mashwood, which is WONDERFUL...). wolfwood and meryl are in over their head trying to figure out how to get vash off in his own way, but they do their Absolute Best!!! it's just rly sweet and i adore the way the writer went Full Ham into the inhuman aspects. utterly delightful.

Kick me once again, and say we'll never part by epsilontauri (doesn't look like they're on tumblr? there's just a link to their twitter on the fic. but if anyone knows them, feel free to send this to them!)

this one is. so. very. AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. ok i will be honest this is probably my favorite vw smut. and it's barely even smut. the sequel is definitely much more sex, but this one is. well. it's some extreme, dangerous, and barely negotiated S&M. as the saying goes, it's neither Safe Or Sane, but it sure is consensual! it's just so. well looking at just the tags sure does reveal it. horrible coping, it's an intense fic, but it's just so.......... DELIGHTFUL........... i really really really love fics that stick to their guns like this. and i love how even though Wolfwood had a GREAT time, we get to see how it kinda freaked Vash out (he did Not like hurting Wolfwood), so the sequel is good for a fic where they're both genuinely having lots of fun. this one is actually rather not fun for Vash. but it's just. it's about the Extremity of it. the Possessiveness. pushing someone to their absolute limits!!!!!!!!! this is another fic that i rambled in the comments about bc. yeah. yeah. it's. just trust me. if ur into fucked up dudes being fucked up dudes, this is the fic for you.

& OKAY i think that's my list. again, it's nonexhaustive, but ive had enough typing i think lol

hope u guys enjoy the recs 🥺

[veratrance]

do u have any aot or jjk ao3 fanfics recommendations? especially abt erwin, levi or nanami love them dilfs

Ohyes the dilf fic request, you are the voice of the people!!

For the Levi recs, I'll link two posts I've made in the past: post 1 and post 2. Also, I want to add this fic I had forgotten to put in the list:

rule #3, do not fall in love with me by ComeHitherFool

There are also fics that got recommended to me and that I've heard are really good, but that I haven't had the chance to read yet, though I definitely will! Here are some I remember from the top of my head:

- Like Devil To The Street Rat by missEmpress

- Project Arcane by missEmpress

- A Red Legend by writertitan

- A Ballad of Broken Wings by silesy

As for daddy Erwin and Nanami, I should really write down all the one-shots I read and enjoy because I know for a fact I've read some amazing toe-curling one-shots of our dear dilfs, but I can't remember the titles right.

I do remember some smutty 18+ Levi x Erwin x Readers that caused my soul to leave my body:

- scam by wikelia

- Private Affairs by AnastasiaNoelle

- ALSO this fic that got recommended to me: Two Lovers by feelingthorny (I haven't read it yet but I did take a short peep and I really love the writing style and everything! I can feel in my bones that it's a bombass fic)

As for Nanami: I was just searching for one-shots I read in the past about him, and though I didn't find them, I did stumble across a wonderful one-shot I just read (18+ as well):

on the edge of a blunt knife by almondblossoms1000 (Tumblr: @capricornlevi)

There's also a longer Nanami/Reader fic from the same author, which I'll also put here because I know for a fact May is an excellent writer:

Mise en Place by almondblossoms1000

Hope you enjoy the reads!

[riuhere]

Whoop! Whoop! Guess who made another fanart dedicated by a fic named The Eight Immortal Maiden by @starkidwriting ??? This gUy!!

I was in the mood for angsty so here it is!!

In addition, I also wanted to tell you guys that I might (keyword 'might') be posting more of my oc's in the future (in which I named them all Y/N because 1. I suck at naming my oc's 2. I also wanted everyone to join in on the fun if they want too!) inspired by alot of fanfics and oneshots from Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3!!! I'll give credits to the writers and the person who made those ideas when I'm done!

Now, before I end this. I wanted to inform you people that I researched these color-coded maidens before drawing them in order to make Y/N's own color-coded hanfu without copying the other maidens own color-coded dress(though that doesn't mean you all can't get to pick your own color-coded hanfu cause you can, it's your own imagination). And so far I found that the only ones that are available are pink and royal blue (I think? Correct me if I'm wrong please cause I can make her dress black or grey but that would make her seem dull) so I went with royal blue because that's one of my favourite colors but I also wanted Y/N to wear pink too because the color matches with the color of the peach blossoms and lotus flowers buuut it was too late and I already started coloring the characters to make slight adjustments. But uh- the thing is when I used royal blue, white accompanied by slight gold on her hanfu, she looked slightly like The Lady Bone Demon in which I realised that just as I finished my drawing. Also I might make slight adjustments to her design while we're at it. So I what are ya'lls opinions??? Should change it??? Or nah??? Please comment down below!

The link to the peach blossoms I used in this drawing ---> https://images.app.goo.gl/Ef6p7miMxx6imaSU75 Ps

Also! I hope you like it!!! 👀

(Ps. Okay, I really need to stop writing a whole damned essay on each of my posts 💀)

[the-wild-wolves-around-you]

even as a shadow, even as a dream pt.1

Pairing: Vamp!Eddie Munson/F!Reader; Vamp!Eddie Munson/You

Summary: Eddie wakes up in the Upside Down, and he is not the same. (Eddie POV)

Rating: M(ature)

Warnings: vamp!eddie munson, angst, mild body horror, blood cravings, feelings of self-loathing, adult language

A/N:  I apologize in advance for any pain this causes lol but this idea would just not leave me alone. Also, I was too lazy to come up with a new "reader" backstory, so I'm keeping "Obi" from my previous two fics. You don't have to read those to understand this one, but I consider this fic an alternate to "i can't carry it for you, but i can carry you." Namely, what would have happened if reader went with Lucas and Max instead of Dustin and Eddie? On a final note, I think this fic will be three parts, and each part will switch POVs between Eddie and Reader. (But there will be an eventual happy ending don't worry.)

Also, title take from this quote if anyone's curious:

Come back! Even as a shadow, even as a dream. -- Euripides

Anyway, hope you enjoy! <3

Ao3 Link: Here 

Pt. 2 Links: Tumblr / Ao3

Update: This fic is now completed.

Reblogs and comments greatly appreciated!

Hunger.

That was the first thing he was aware of. The only thing. It was sharp. It burned. It hurt. Everywhere, always, like needles in his skin. Like teeth.

Hunger, sharp as a blade. Overwhelming hunger. Hunger neverending.

It was his only sense, the only thing he could feel. He was deaf and blind and naked in the dark, the void of his hunger swallowing everything else. He wasn’t even aware of his body until the first drop of cold, thick liquid hit his tongue.

Then he suddenly had hands. Fingers that were clutching something limp and leathery to his mouth. He had a mouth, too, apparently. And a tongue. And teeth he was using to tear into the flesh of… something.

It didn’t matter what it was. What it had been. All that mattered was the liquid he was slurping from its body, loudly, hungrily. It was both delicious and disgusting in turns, made his stomach churn with nausea and then delight. Too soon, the thing was empty, drained dry, but that didn’t matter, either. He just moved on to the next thing, and the next. He drained them each dry.

It wasn’t until the third body, or maybe the fourth, that the word bat fluttered through his mind.

On the sixth body, the next word came. Blood.

He was drinking blood.

Except… that wasn’t right. The liquid coating his hands, his mouth, sliding down his tongue, was black, pitch-black. It was cold, too. And blood should be warm, should be…

Red.

The color flashed through his mind— a red sky, streaked with lightning— but it was gone just as quickly.

Didn’t matter. These words didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the pit still gaping inside him.

Hungry. He was still so hungry.

Suddenly, a smell. He realized he had a nose just as it twitched, and then he was bombarded all at once.

Something rank and musty, leathery, decaying, with just a hint of metal. This was the most overwhelming scent, and as he blinked his eyes for what felt like the first time, his surroundings came into focus. Piled all around him were crumpled shapes, their dark flesh merging with the shadows.

Bats. The word flickered through his mind again. He was surrounded by dozens of bats, or their carcasses at least. One was still clutched in his hands, its cold, coagulated, too-thick blood slowly dripping down his chin.

But then, that scent again. Sweet. Pulsing. Alive.

He was moving before he realized it, crawling over the bats, staggering to his feet. Everything hurt, hunger stabbing at him from the inside, nearly driving him to his knees once more. But that smell… he needed to get to it. Needed to consume it.

And it was coming from the shadows beneath one of the crumbling structures around him.

Trailer. Another useless word.

Because now the scent was closer. Closer. Something skittered, nails rasping on asphalt. He was right on top of it.

Lunging out, he grabbed something soft, and it squealed, thrashing, in his grasp. He snarled as he yanked the thing to his mouth, and he sank his teeth through coarse fur until…

Blood. Hot as a brand, it poured into his mouth, washing over his tongue. The bat blood had been enough to get him upright, but this blood…

Groaning, he pulled it into his mouth like a man starved. Because he was. But the hunger aching through his bones was an animal, rabid, feral… fading. He didn’t realize it at first, but with every desperate swallow, the hot liquid was coating the razor-sharp hunger seated deep in his belly. Not completely, but enough that his mind slowly began to return, bit by bit.

By the time he drained the thing dry and pulled it away from his mouth, he recognized it as a racoon. And when he looked up, he recognized the shadowed trailer in front of him as the Littens’, who lived down the road.

But then he caught sight of his reflection in the trailer’s window. Caught sight of the dark smear of his mouth, dripping with blood. The flash of his too-white, too-long teeth. The dark pits of his eyes, surrounded by black veins. The twin and curving shadows looming over his back.

A beat passed, then two…

Eddie Munson started screaming.

*~*~*~*~*~*

“Come on, wake up, wake up, goddamnit!” Eddie whimpered as he smacked his balled up fists into his forehead, like he could punch himself awake.

Then the smell of his hands— of the blood on them— reached his nose, and it made his stomach churn and his mouth salivate for very different reasons.

He pulled his hands away from his face, making a sound caught somewhere between a groan and a gag. His breathing was uneven, rapid, shaky. He felt on the verge of passing out.

Maybe… maybe if he passed out, he would wake up from this nightmare. Dream logic, right? Because that’s all this was. A nightmare. Just a terrible, godawful nightmare.

But fuck, he’d never felt this hungry in a dream before. He had never felt hungry in a dream at all. But now hunger was sitting in his belly like a molten rock, smoldering. It wasn’t as all-consuming as it had been, but it was still there, always present, clinging to him like a shadow.

Minutes ticked by while he crouched there on his heels with his brow pressed to his knees, but he could feel that hunger growing stronger again with each passing second. There was also a dull persistent pain throbbing in his teeth, like a headache.

Eddie also couldn’t remember ever feeling pain in a dream before.

Okay, so maybe this wasn’t a dream, a nightmare. Maybe… maybe this was a Vecna trance?

“Shit!” Eddie jolted to his feet, glancing around frantically, but he didn’t account for the extra weight on his back. He stumbled, feeling his shoulder blades shift, followed by a brush of something soft and leathery against his neck, his cheek.

He flinched, and his stomach churned again for yet another reason.

“Don’t think about it, Munson, just don’t fucking think about it,” Eddie muttered to himself, voice tinged with hysteria.

But it was kind of hard not to think about the fucking wings sprouting out of his back. The weight of them was like a yoke, and they twitched and moved without his permission, always flickering in the corners of his vision.

Vecna. This had to be Vecna. Right?

Red— what was her name? Max— hadn’t mentioned being turned into a… a monster in her visions, but maybe Vecna was upping the ante? They had been trying to kill him after all.

“Fuckkk,” Eddie whined as he wrapped his arms around himself, cupping his elbows. His eyes darted around again, but nothing had changed since he’d folded in the middle of the road and tried to slap himself awake.

The Upside Down reflection of his trailer park stood around him, covered in vines and the bodies of demo-bats. He tried not to look at their carcasses scattered across the asphalt. Tried not to remember how they tasted, even though the acrid flavor of their blood still sat on the back of his tongue.

Either way, they were dead. That was the important thing. They couldn’t hurt him.

All at once, Eddie recalled the sensation of the demo-bats tearing him to pieces. Their teeth and claws rending his flesh, spilling his blood. The pain had been terrible. He remembered how it felt to choke on his own blood…

“Wait!” Eddie gasped, grabbing at the front of his shirt.

When he looked down, he saw his Hellfire shirt was shredded, the white stained scarlet, the devil’s face in ribbons. He shoved the ruined mess of fabric up and out of the way and found…

An even worse mess.

“Oh, what the fuck?” Eddie whimpered as he stared down at his chest.

His whole torso was coated in blood, but it was all dried, flaking off in patches. And his injuries— the damage done by the demo-bats— were… scarred over. Instead of gaping wounds was ropy scar tissue, crisscrossing his skin in chaotic patterns. Some of the scars looked more healed than others, some were still tender when he poked them, and as Eddie continued to stare, he could have sworn he saw the tail end of a slash mark on his sternum stitch fully closed…

“Nope!” Eddie whipped his head up. He was starting to hyperventilate again. He reflexively lifted his hand to chew on his thumbnail— a bad habit he’s had since childhood— but he froze when a sharp claw pressed into his bottom lip. He dropped both hands like they were on fire, extending them out to the sides and clenching his eyes shut again. “Fuck! Nope, no, this is not happening. Not fucking happening. Keep it together, Munson. T-This is just Vecna, just Vecna fucking with you, man.”

But if it was Vecna… where was he?

Cracking his eyes open, Eddie glanced around again. But there was nothing. No flocks of flying demo-bats. No snarling demo-dogs, no Demogorgons.

No Vecna.

The Upside Down was eerily quiet and still around him, more so than usual. It made the sound of his panicked breathing that much louder. Why the fuck was Vecna not attacking him? If this was a trance, he should already be dead. Chrissy was dead within moments. So was that basketball kid who was out to kill him. Patrick or something. They were both dead minutes after Vecna got them.

Unless… time worked differently for those in the trance? Maybe minutes in the real world felt like hours in Vecna’s mental torture chamber.

God, Eddie fucking hoped not.

But… on the off chance this wasn’t a trance, wasn’t a dream or a nightmare, then all that was left was reality, which would be so much worse.

Eddie felt the wings on his back twitch again, felt the blood drying on his lips, but before he could start to fully panic, another thought occurred to him.

If this was real, then what had happened to the rest of the gang? Henderson, Harrington, Buckley, Wheeler… you.

The thought of your face was like a sledgehammer to the chest, the breath expelled from his lungs in a pained wheeze.

Instead of going with Harrington’s group, you had elected to stay with Sinclair and Max in the Creel house, said all the kids needed at least one chaperone. Your joke had fallen flat, but Eddie remembered smiling because it was just like you to try and make light of a situation, try to make everyone feel better, if only for a moment.

What had happened to you? To everyone? How long had it been since he…

Eddie swallowed thickly as he once again recalled choking on his own blood. He remembered Dustin being there, could still hear the kid crying in his head. But then… nothing. Just darkness. Maybe he passed out.

A wing brushed his neck again, and Eddie knew he hadn’t just passed out.

But he couldn’t think about that right now. He needed to get out of here. He needed to find everyone. Find you. Find…

Blood.

The word ricocheted through his mind again, and that hunger reared up in his stomach, snarling. The blood of the raccoon taunted him from the corners of his mouth, and his tongue chased the phantom flavor, desperate and wanting.

“No, stop it, stop it!” Eddie hissed, smacking his cheeks and nearly poking his damn eyes out with his… claws. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket so he wouldn’t have to look at them, and then he paused and took a deep breath. Let it out slow.

The hunger was still there, like an ember burning a hole through his belly, seconds from leaping into flame. But he could ignore it. He would just… just think of you.

He summoned up the image of your smiling face, and immediately the painful hunger faded a bit. Eddie concentrated, recalling the sound of your laugh, the way you snorted when you were high and found something really funny. He tried to remember the last thing you said to him but couldn’t, but the ghost of your voice trickled through his thoughts, wordless yet soothing. That wasn’t anything new, though. You always sanded off his edges, made the chaos of his mind quiet for just a little while.

Fuck, he’d been in love with you for so long. Ages. Lifetimes.

You hadn’t remembered, but Eddie first met you a few months before your tenth birthday. It was the day before your father had moved you out of Hawkins for some job he got. You’d been so angry at your parents for making you leave the only home you had ever known, so you “ran away,” off into the woods, to avoid having to move.

That was where Eddie found you, or rather where you found him.

He’d been dicking around in the woods around the trailer park, trying to avoid his father who was already drunk at nine in the morning. Eddie didn’t even have any real toys, so he was just throwing rocks at trees, turning sticks into swords with his wild imagination. Then he’d turned around, and there you were. He could still remember the overalls you were wearing, your muddy knees, your red and tear-stained eyes. The two of you had just stared at each other— Eddie bracing himself to be bullied for his hair or his clothes or his dead mom and drunk father— but you’d just smiled at him shyly and asked if you could play with him. He’d stammered something stupid about how he was playing knights and dragons, thinking you would finally realize you were talking to Munson the Freak. But your eyes had just lit up as you picked up your own stick-sword and asked him what the rules were.

Eddie was a goner from that moment on.

Of course, your mother had eventually found you hours later, having been called by someone from the trailer park who saw you and Eddie playing in the woods. Your mom dragged you kicking and screaming back to the car while Eddie awkwardly stood in the tree line. It was only when he’d heard your mother yell your name in reprimand that he realized he hadn’t asked for it all day. You hadn’t asked for his name, either, in the way children can become fast friends with just about anyone given the right circumstances.

But your name and that one perfect, golden, summer afternoon haunted him for years after.

And yet, in a twist of ironic fate, he hadn’t recognized you when you returned.

You’d come back to Hawkins for your senior year and his second. But your hair was much longer, less frizzy, the gap in your front teeth gone. You also kept to yourself and kept your head down, so Eddie passed you in the halls for almost an entire year without a second glance.

Then, during his third senior year, he met Dustin Henderson. And one rainy fall day, you came to pick the kid up from Hellfire.

Eddie didn’t know what it was— maybe it was the way your hair was made frizzy by the rain, or maybe it was the shy smile you had cast the room when you looked up— but he remembered in an instant who you were.

And he fell in love all over again.

He’d bugged— well, maybe more threatened— Henderson to keep bringing you around, using the kid’s bike as an excuse. But you eventually saw through the flimsy lie, and Eddie thought that was it, he’d lost you yet again.

Until he walked out of the next Hellfire meeting, and there you were in the parking lot, leaning against your car and smiling at him, that same, shy smile you’d given him in the woods nearly ten years ago.

Eddie had nearly kissed you that first day, but he managed to control himself. Just barely. Because he finally had you back, and you were as golden and bright as his childhood memories made you out to be. He couldn’t lose you again. So, he kept his mouth shut. He became your friend. Gave you good deals on weed, invited you to his shows, hung out with you in his trailer and listened to you complain about your mom.

And you became his best friend, the one who listened to him ramble about his DnD campaigns, who rocked out in his van with him to the newest cassette he bought, who pushed him to study so he could finally get the fuck out of high school. He had pretended to complain about the studying, but really he enjoyed any time he got to spend with you. And Eddie saw the smile you tried to hide when he called you “Master Obi-Wan,” so he took to calling you Obi, just in the hopes of seeing your lips twitch.

In all that time, you never gave any indication that you remembered him or that day in the woods, so he kept the memory to himself. But that was fine because he had you, the now you, not just the phantom of your past. And every time you smiled in his direction, every time you snorted at something unfunny his said while passing back the joint, Eddie had thought this is enough. More than enough.

Except now you might be dead, and he never got to tell you how much he loved you.

The thought had his eyes snapping open, and Eddie was walking before he realized it. It wasn’t until he turned the corner that his brain registered he was moving, marching, headed for his trailer.

But it wasn’t there.

Eddie’s feet tangled as he stumbled to a stop.

“What the fuuuu…” he muttered, trailing off as his wide eyes stared at the rubble where his trailer used to be.

Because that’s all it was now. Rubble and debris. The Upside Down version of his home had already looked shitty, wrapped in vines and scrap metal from his and Henderson’s shoddy armoring, but this was a wreck. It looked like the trailer had been fucking… split in half.

And in the center lay a burning red line, like a jagged wound in the ground, the crimson light giving everything around it a hellish glow.

Was that the gate? How the fuck did it get so big?

What the fuck happened?

“Shit,” Eddie breathed, feeling that familiar panic start to crawl up his spine. “Shit, shit, shit!”

Did that mean… Harrington hadn’t stopped Vecna? And if Harrington hadn’t stopped Vecna, then Max… and you…

Eddie stared at the massive gate for an endless moment, not knowing what to do. But the longer he stood there motionless, the more the hunger in his stomach was making itself known. It burned in the center of him, started making his thoughts fuzzy around the edges again.

Eddie shook his head, but the back of his throat still itched, felt tight and dry. Unbidden, the refreshing sensation of the raccoon blood pooling on his tongue jumped to the forefront of his mind, and his mouth fell open as he began to pant. The raccoon must have come through the enlarged gate, which meant there were more of them on the other side, more hot, pulsing blood--

“Fuck! Focus, Munson, focus,” he muttered to himself, clenching his eyes shut again.

It was one of your favorite phrases, usually accompanied by you snapping your fingers to redirect his attention to finishing an essay or studying for a test.

The memory of you sitting cross-legged on his bed, surrounded by textbooks, made the hunger recede again, like the tide going out, and Eddie exhaled a shaky breath.

He needed to find you. Make sure you were alright. Everything else— the gates, the hunger, the wings— it could all come later. 

Because you had to be alright. There was no way the world would keep turning without you in it. So you were fine, back in the real world. Just fucking fine.

He just needed to find you. You, then Henderson. Because Henderson would know what to do. That kid always had a plan.

Gathering his courage, Eddie opened his eyes and started walking toward the wreckage of his trailer. He ignored the scattered remnants of his life, stepping over his couch sawed in half, his broken stereo system, Uncle Wayne’s hats, until he was standing on the edge of the gate. With the ceiling of the trailer— and the trailer itself— gone, the portal between worlds was now just slashed into the ground. The red glow was almost blinding this close, and Eddie squinted against the glare.

His breathing was still jagged, his throat tight with fear. Hunger was a perpetual burning coal in his belly, his teeth fucking ached, and the wings on his back continued to twitch and remind him of their presence.

Eddie was fucking terrified, just as terrified as he’d been when the bats descended upon him, tore him apart.

But that didn’t matter. None of it mattered. Just you. Always you.

Your face filled his thoughts, pushed down the hunger, the fear, the throbbing in his mouth.

Just you. Always you.

“O-Okay, I’m comin’, Obi, I’m coming,” Eddie said under his breath.

Then he closed his eyes, bent down, and shoved his hands through the gate.

The fleshy material tore beneath his claws like wet paper, and he crawled forward without thinking about it, trying to ignore how birth-like it felt to pass through the portal.

Thankfully, it was over quickly, and within moments Eddie was hauling himself up and into the real world, the wreckage of his actual trailer still surrounding him. He scrambled away from the gate, trying not to look at his clawed hands, but suddenly his senses were assaulted all at once, and he faceplanted into the dirt with a groan.

It was so warm here. Not hot, not exactly painful, but enough to be uncomfortable, to make his leather jacket feel like a prison. Then there were the noises. The crickets chirping, the hum of electricity, the distant murmur of voices, of cars. Eddie could hear it all. Like it was all being funneled straight into his brain through the best headphones money could buy. It was enough to make him want to rip his goddamn ears off.

But worse were the smells.

Garbage and grass, car exhaust, fire smoke, and underneath it all…

Blood.  

It was everywhere, Eddie could smell it everywhere. The animal hunger in him roared to the surface, clocking the stray cats under the trailer next to him, the rats in the tall weeds, the birds in the trees. And…

People. Eddie could hear people. Someone on the other end of the trailer park was watching TV in their living room. No, two people. He could hear them arguing, the raised tone of their voices, but the meaning of their words was lost because saliva was now pooling in his mouth.

Their blood smelled so much sweeter. Sweeter than the racoon, the cats and rodents around him. Eddie couldn’t describe it, words escaping him as all his senses zeroed in on the scent. From the direction and the raised voices, it had to be Paul and Deb. They were always arguing, always mean, sneering at him even when he was just a boy walking home from school.

The violent image of tearing Paul’s throat out flashed through Eddie’s thoughts, and that animal hunger in him rejoiced before his conscious weakly raised its head again.

No. No, he couldn’t kill Paul. He wasn’t a murder. He wasn’t a…

Monster.

The word whispered through his mind, echoed by the whispering of the wings against his back, and Eddie whined as he tore at his hair, claws digging into his scalp.

The pain centered him for a moment, long enough that he could think of your face again.

He needed to find you. Needed to find you. Needed you, you, you—

Again, a vision flashed across the darkness of his closed eyelids, but this time it was your throat he was tearing out, your wide eyes pleading as he slurped the blood straight from your neck.

“No!” Eddie snarled, carving his claws into his scalp and shaking his head vehemently.

No, he wasn’t going to hurt you. Could never hurt you. Would rather die than lay a finger on you.

But… this hunger inside him was so sharp, so deep. What if he couldn’t control himself? What if he did hurt you?

“No,” Eddie said again, but this time it was a whimper. His tone was pleading, though he didn’t know who he was begging. Certainly not God. The universe, maybe. The very fucking cosmos.

His eyes felt hot, but no tears came. He was starting to hyperventilate again, which only made the scent of Paul and Deb’s blood more cloying. But his trailer was in pieces around him, split in half by an interdimensional gate to hell. Wayne was probably dead. And if Eddie couldn’t go to you, he couldn’t go to Henderson, so he was… alone.

He was alone and so hungry and so fucking scared.

What the fuck was he supposed to do?

“Obi,” Eddie sobbed without meaning to, all but tearing out clumps of his hair now. “Obi, p-please…”

Please, help me.

He crouched there and cried tearlessly for a moment, but his never-ending hunger wouldn’t let him rest. His stomach started to tie itself into knots, painful and tight, and he nearly snapped when Jinx, one of the park’s feral cats, slinked out of the shadows to meow at him. Eddie usually tossed scraps to the mangy feline when he took out the trash, and Jinx seemed to recognize him somewhat. But she kept her distance, meowing from several yards away, which was probably what saved her life.

Because Eddie could hear the blood pumping through the cat, could practically feel its warmth on his tongue. Saliva filled his mouth, his teeth throbbing, and Jinx seemed to recognize the danger because she turned and darted away, fading back into the shadows.

Eddie could still hear her heart pounding from under a trailer several spots down, but the distance gave him some clarity, and he shakily pushed himself to his feet.

He couldn’t stay here. He had to go. Go… somewhere. But away. Away from people, from things he could hurt.

Or kill.

Eddie stumbled out of the wreckage of his trailer and into the woods. It was only then that he realized it was dark, not full dark, but the deep purple bruise of twilight right as the sun slips beneath the horizon. The trees cast black shadows, but Eddie could see just fine in the gloom, like it was midday. This fact should have been surprising except he couldn’t feel anything beyond his hunger. It latched onto his brain, squeezing like a bear trap, and Eddie whined as he fought against it.

Once more, he conjured your face, your smile, the little crease between your eyes that you got whenever you were reading or thinking deeply about something. Eddie recalled every detail he could about you in an effort to stay sane. Your crooked fingers, broken from falling out of a tree when you were seven. Your lips that were forever chapped because you were always picking at them. The constellations of moles and birthmarks spiraling up and down your arms and the glimpses he’d caught of your back. The way you always leaned your head against his shoulder when you were too high and nodding off. The way you wiggled happily every time you had a bite of food you really liked. The way you said his name. Munson. Equal parts exasperated and affectionate.

Eddie clung to these vestiges of you like a drowning man clings to a life preserver, while the hunger, like waves, fought to overtake him. He was trying to keep his head above water, trying to summon up another memory to keep him afloat, when suddenly…

Your name.

It rang through his head like a bell, forcing his eyes open, and Eddie abruptly realized where he was.

He was standing in the woods across from your house, half a step back in the tree line and half hidden by a large trunk. His feet had carried him to you unwittingly, muscle memory from the many times he had walked you home since you lived only a few minutes away. Your street looked largely the same. There was a long crack in the middle of the road, splitting the asphalt, but the houses were all intact. And yours was a little less than fifty yards away.

And you. You were sitting on the steps of your front porch, smoking a cigarette like you were just waiting for him to pull up in his van and pick you up.

Except… god, your face.

Rage ignited in Eddie like a wildfire, and he felt an inhuman growl rumble in his chest, his claws digging into the tree trunk he was hiding behind.

The side of your face was a mottled mixture of blues and purples, and even from this distance— his vision was much better than it should be— Eddie could see the bloody and broken capillaries in your eyes. Your lip was split right down the middle, framed by more bruises, and the hand you weren’t smoking with was wrapped in a white cast that encased your wrist.

The scent of old blood lingered around you, but instead of making him hungry, it made him angry. Wrathful. Vengeful.

Who the fuck had hurt you?

The throbbing in Eddie’s teeth started to spread across his whole head like a virus, a curse. The bark beneath his claws was splintering, crushed by the force of his taut fingers, and his ears rang and rang and rang. He would kill whoever had done that to you. Tear them to shreds. Drink them dry—

Suddenly, the front door burst open right behind you, narrowly missing your hunched back by inches. A new scent— hot pumping blood, too-pungent cologne,  and fear— hit Eddie moments before recognition did.

[jaime-brienne-fic-exchange]

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⸻ GOOD OMENS fic recs ‼️ (march '23)

a collection of some of the fics i've read this month! includes title, links, author, chapter count, word count, summary, and my added notes ♡

→ 10 fics listed, if any of the links don't work be sure to let me know so i can fix it!

→ feel free to ask me for other fic recs at any time! i love sorting and finding fics, feel free to give me a certain theme or tag and i'll scrounge some up

-> i can also try to find lost fics, just give me a short summary/description of the fic and everything you can remember about it

"get religion quick (cause you're looking divine)" by brinnanza (AO3/tumblr)

oneshot, 4.2k

So it was fine. Even if Crowley couldn’t love him, he clearly liked him well enough, and that was almost the same thing. It no doubt would have continued to be fine, or at least fine-adjacent, were it not for a narrowly averted apocalypse and several bottles of a really quite nice Riesling Aziraphale had found in the back room of his newly restored bookshop.

notes: definitely a personal favorite of mine, my history says i've read this 6 times even though i've downloaded this fic to read when i don't have data

"you play with my feelings (right from the start)" by penrosesun (AO3)

oneshot, 3.4k

There were three things of which Crowley was absolutely certain: 1. Aziraphale, being an angel, was required to be kind and loving towards all things, even when those things were flawed or sinful or fallen. 2. Notwithstanding that obligatory kindness, Aziraphale would never, and could never truly love a demon, in any meaningful sense. 3. Despite this, Crowley was desperately, hopelessly, in love with him.

notes: i put these next to each other because this fic is inspired by the one above, but told through crowley's point of view

"what they say about assumptions" by dragongirl (AO3)

oneshot, 7.9k

While it’s true that God bestowed upon the angels the divine power to sense love of all kinds, that does not mean they were given the ability to sense exactly who or what that love is directed at. A minor design flaw that hasn’t been much of an issue. Until now. Or: Aziraphale has known that Crowley loved someone since the beginning. He’s also spent most of that time believing that someone was a demon.

notes: i know it says angst but the concept is so incredibly funny. that oblivious aziraphale tag is there for a REASON

"crowley, when the walls fell" by ineffablefool (AO3/tumblr)

oneshot, 3.5k

Aziraphale looked around again, a thoughtful frown pulling at his lips. “I know what human love feels like, and this is… as I said, out of focus. Sideways, somehow. It doesn’t flow the same way.” He tilted his head, almost as if he was listening for a moment, then continued. “And now I think of it, it’s almost familiar somehow, too.” (Crowley keeps working to hide his love from Aziraphale. Aziraphale keeps sensing it anyway. Aziraphale just doesn't know what it is, until...)

notes: aziraphale is so sweet and crowley is down horrendously bad

"like he hung the stars in the sky" by asideofourown (AO3/tumblr)

oneshot, 4.2k

BREAKING: SCIENTIFIC COMMUNITY IN DISARRAY AS NEWCOMER UPENDS DOZENS OF ACCEPTED THEORIES Up and coming British astrophysicist Dr. Anthony J. Crowley has rocked the science world this week with his research that proves many previously-accepted scientific theories about dark matter and the nature of our universe completely wrong. Dubbed the ‘Devil’s Theory,’ Crowley’s research has made the astrophysicist a star practically overnight, and one of the most sought-after scientists in the country. “There’s so much you humans don’t understand about the universe, it’s not my fault that I do,” he said in a statement to BBC reporter Jane Smith. “Just you wait!” [Crowley can't keep his mouth shut about the stars, and accidentally becomes a famous scientist. Based on this!]

notes: oh my god this is incredibly well written and so funny, i would read a thousand more fics just like this !! also - the link i copied directly from the fic (about the post they wrote this based off of) no longer works

"a guide to fame for the enterprising demon" by asideofourown (AO3/tumblr)

oneshot, 8.2k

tildeathdoustogether ok friends so i know we all joke about, like john mulaney and keanu reeves and hozier being immortals, but… i really think we gotta add anthony j. crowley to that list thelongest27yearsofmylife reblogged and said: Christ, Beth, Anthony Crowley is an increasingly popular, openly queer creator with explicitly queer rep in his work that’s really important to some people, can you not make this into a meme for ONCE in your life? tildeathdoustogether reblogged and said: you think i’m joking but. i’m not. l i s t e n i did not get a history degree for nothing, i have RECEIPTS. buckle in kiddos this is a wild ride [Crowley accidentally gets a bit famous, and the internet figures out he may be a bit immortal]

notes: this is so funny i'm going to lose my mind i'm actually obsessed with social media fics

"like a juke box playing the same dead record" by raiining (AO3)

oneshot, 8.1k

“We’re not friends,” Crowley growls. He hears the angel suck in a breath and thinks, with some mean part of himself, good. “You said that we’re not. You don’t have to do this. I’ll be fine.”

notes: crowley using all the hurtful things aziraphale has said to him in the past to try to keep himself from loving him and still loving him anyways..OUGH

"the bizarre demons of AZ Fell & Co antique booksellers" by worseomens (AO3/tumblr)

2/2, 8k

The Ghoul Boys come to Soho to investigate a famously strange antique bookshop.

notes: the good omens & bfu crossover i didn't know i needed

"never judge books by their...?" by worseomens (AO3/tumblr)

oneshot, 4.4k

There's a burglary in Soho, right across the road from AZ Fell & Co's Antique Bookseller's. An angel and a demon are called in for questioning, and the detectives involved start to form opinions... (OR: Crowley's a flirt, and Aziraphale doesn't do PDA; people start to get the wrong idea)

notes: outsider pov fic and every time i try to add more here i just end up spoiling it so just go read it

"digging for gold" by worseomens (AO3/tumblr)

oneshot, 5.6k

Crowley finally stops hiding his visits to the bookshop, now the celestial powers-that-be have decided to butt out, only to be faced with a whole new challenge. (OR: The people of Soho make sure this newcomer isn’t about to hurt their beloved local madman)

notes: also an outsider pov fic and another personal favorite of mine

[daddyplasmius]

okay, so, I've collected a bunch of DP fandom stuff that I remember off the top of my head, specifically in chronological order & colour coded here in this post (fics/comics, tumblr posts, important imo) for no reason other than I saw a post asking for Phandom history & it triggered my biggest, most long-running hyperfixation & now I'm curious if anyone else remembers stuff.

this link is going to be the permanent version I will be updating, but I'm posting what I currently have (gonna go through my old laptop later for more) just to let people know. you can also find the link on my blog, but only on desktop. It isn't colour coded there, sorry.

please share more if you got anything else cuz I'm 100% sure I'm missing a lot of stuff & am too interested now. the biggest reason a lot of stuff isn't here is that I simply can't find it. second biggest reason is i forgor. things not included here aren't "unimportant," this is just the first stuff that comes to mind.

putting it under a cut 'cause it got kinda long

Mars by JadeRabbyt (2005)

Checkmate by pearl84 (2006)

Conversations of a Ghost Gabber by Cordria (2006)

The Foley Maneuver by bluemoonalto (2007)

One Thousand Years by Nylah (2008)

Lab Rat by AnneriaWings (2009)

Lost by Cordria (2010?) [1] [2] [3] [4] [5]

Phantom of Truth by Haiju (2011)

Ghost Deaths (2012)

Through Coals and Rain by Kakawot (2012)

Shadow of a Doubt by Haiju (2013)

Pink Pants (2013?)

Wes (2014) [original] [1] [2] [3] [4]

this "I'm Inevitable" gif (2014)

Space AU (2014)

Treading Water by The Full Catastrophe (2014)

Danny, you dead IDIOT!! comic (2014)

wash away the darkest days by anthrop (2014)

Reverse Trio (2014)

Inverse Trio (2014-2016) ALT

Halfas are "feral children" (2015)

Burn the Streets, Burn the Cars by anthrop (2015)

It's Not Gay if He's Dead by phantomrose96 (2015)

You Smell Like Death by starfleetrambo (2015)

Ghost Bird AU by @rest-in-peachs (2016?)

Things I Can(not) Do In Amity Park by RedHeadsRock1010 (2016)

KEtTLE by Cordria (2016)

Deeper, Darker by Silvermoonphantom (2016)

Danny Phantom Punches Butch Hartman In The Face by MistressVintage (2017)

Dannypocalypse (2017)

Ghost Train (2017?)

Ghost Physics by jayrockin (2017)

Ghost Infographics (2018)

The Taxonomy of Ghost Cores: An Observational Study (2018) Communicating with Ghosts Professionally: A Study (2018)

Species in Danny Phantom (2018?)

Diddles Piddles by diddly-darn-ghost (2018)

Broken Ectoplasm by ghostanimal (2019)

Ghost of Heroes by Enigmaris & ScarletNightFury (2019-2020)

do not stand at my grave and cry (i am not there, i did not die) by blueh (2020)

Undercover Phantom by artistfingers (2021)

Corruption is a Two Way Street by datawyrms (2021)

Things That Bleed by artistfingers, kkachis, & Perfectly_Inconspicuous (2022)

10,000 works on AO3 (2022)

Ghost Speak:

Danny's handwriting (2015?)

Cordria (2015)

Fiver-Rivers [1] [2] [3] (2019)

Rubber Chicken Sounds (2019)

[arrolyn1114]

Welcome to my world, won't you come on in?

Welcome to my little corner of Tumblr which is just a mix of all the fandoms and things I love!

My AO3 Masterlist under the cut.

My fic recs can be found by searching my blog for the tag #fic rec

Link to my tag list post for my Elvis fics is also under the cut.

Elvis Fics

Why Can't You See What You're Doin' To Me?

Parker's gambling was spiraling further out of control and Elvis was struggling to keep up with the losses as his health continues to decline. Parker's treatment of him becomes harsher and more cruel every day as he realizes he's running out of money faster than his client can earn it. Elvis ends up in the hospital where he forges a new friendship that will help him finally break free of his abuser for good.

AU fix it fic using the altered timeline of events from the 2022 movie.

No Tricks, Only Treats, Baby!

Some Halloween fun with Elvis and Jane!

A one shot with Elvis and my OC Jane from "Why Can't You See What You're Doin' To Me?" for a writing prompt game with some of my fellow lovely writers on Tumblr.

(Can be read independently from the main WIP, nothing relevant to the plot of it in this little one shot.)

A Whole Lotta Spinnin' Goin' On

Elvis wants to go see a horror movie, Jane isn't so sure how she feels about that.

A one shot with Elvis and my OC Jane from "Why Can't You See What You're Doin' To Me?" for a writing prompt game with some of my fellow lovely writers on Tumblr.

(Can be read independently from the main WIP, nothing relevant to the plot of it in this little one shot.)

Lilo & Stitch Fics

Stuck on You

Literally just some fluff about Lilo dragging Nani, David, and Stitch to go see "Elvis" repeatedly and although they pretend to be annoyed they all actually go each time because we know how much they love her.

Star Wars Fics

Rough Beginnings

Obi-Wan and Anakin get off to a rough start after Qui Gon’s death. Anakin experiences nightmares and has problems with other padawans. Obi-Wan Anakin bonding early in their relationship as master and padawan.

Marvel MCU Fics

Manic Panic

Just a little one shot piece with sisterly bonding the first time Natasha dyed her hair as a kid.

My Brother Needs Help!

Thor and Loki are swimming with Thor's friends and hijinks and magic spells ensue.

Very Full

Young Thor and Loki place a bet before going to a party. Loki meets a Midgardian drink that does him in and causes him to lose the bet.

Elvis Fics Taglist Post, if you wish to be added let me know:

[throwaway-yandere]

commissions are closed (slots: 2/2)

Hehe time to work ♡♡♡

Kofi link

Most information is in the picture!!! Here's some additional things I can't list in one PNG so please do read it!!!:

Commissioned works: (you'll notice why I said 1.5k+... Why do I keep writing much longer lol)

Saudade (Dimitri Blaiddyd/Reader)

Apotheosis Upon Your First Feast (Wanderer & Pantalone/Reader)

Q: How do I give you a plot description??? Help-

A: Doesn't have to be so specific. Honestly I love vague AF prompts. Just tell me what you want to see in a fic and go "ansy i want a yandere dainsleif fic so bad where he's a king and he falls in love with you amidst a battle" like first off anon, "same bestie", and also my friend you should play Fire Emblem: Three Houses.

Also, fair warning: I'd proooobably add some spices to your prompts. I got an anon request before that just asked for Ei taking away a reader's vision and I made it into a Shoguji fox!reader with Khaenri'ah plot elements.

Just like how Alhaitham values research autonomy, I have a thing for creative freedom too <3

Q: "Oh shucks I want to change the plot-"

A: As long as I haven't already started writing, do notify me. And as much as possible PLEASE give me all the details you want added and NOT added from the start. WARN ME IF YOU DON'T WANT A SUDDEN CANNIBAL!YANDERE PLOT TWIST- /hj

Q: Are you going to automatically post commissioned works on Tumblr & AO3?

A: Hmm hmm, sorry but I really want to post all the writings I do there… Dw, you can remain anonymous if you want. I just feel incredibly miserable whenever I don't post my works, especially if its finished ;;--;;. (I get sad whenever I remember my old enemies-to-lovers diluc x merc!reader fic who will never see the light of day.)

Q: Is it possible that you'd say "no" to my request?

A: Pats your shoulder It do be like that sometimes in life. If I feel like it's a super massive project, then yep. You'd get ur money back lmao

Q: Hey, can I make you write for a Canon Character x OC?

A: If you'd let me send you an Canon Character x OC copy then post a Reader Insert version, then sure!!!

Q: Is female/male reader okay?

A: Comrade I've always written things in "they/them" pronouns. At this point I believe I don't have a gender but for you bby I'd use whatever pronouns you identify with <33

Q: Are ships allowed?

A: Depends!!! Tell me what ship it is and let's see if I'm game!!!

Q: Is fluff allowed?

A: Are you sure… you trust me with fluff? Haha… Hahaha… It's allowed but are you sure you trust me wit- (if you make me write fluff, trust me, crack will somehow be added.)

Q: How about angst-

A: Y e s.

Q: How long would you take writing?

A: Depends if I'm busy with college or my health is acting up (I'd notify you right away abt this), my friend says "2 weeks to 4 months" is the most reasonable thing to say to this lmao but don't be surprised if its earlier than that.

Q: damm ansy this is expensive. $4 for a 1.5k yandere fic?

A: im sorry i just desperately want my husband dainsleif to come home some day… i need the welkin...

Q: You're new to this, aren't you? Why did you only list two fandoms?

A: Yep. And I only listed 2 cause Three Houses and Genshin are the only games I'm somewhat confident with my lore knowledge on lmao

Q: There's a question I didn't see answered in this description, Ansy.

A: Whoops, then please message my @throwaway-yandere account on tumblr!! I don't bite :D (or send anon asks at @faceless-ayato if you want to talk to the deranged yashiro commissioner. PS: he definitely bites.)

Q: "What am I, Mx. Ansy? Your mascot?"

A: You're… not? C'mon My Lord. You know you love talking to my anons.

Q: "…"

A: H-Hey hold on why are you holding the sereniteapot again-

[valiantstarlights]

tumblr fics masterlist ✨️

My AUs are growing by the day, so here's me trying to list them all in one place. I hope you enjoy reading them! 😊

Fics, fanarts, playlists, etc. inspired by my writing are most welcome. 🙏 Tag me! I would love to see them.

Due to the entire AI scraping thing going on, my fics in AO3 can now only be viewed by registered users. I apologize for the inconvenience. 🙇‍♀️

Last updated: September 15, 2023.

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AU List

101 Dalmatians Meet Cute AU - Dream's dog is a purebred named Jessamy (very calm, very regal), and Hob's dog is a mutt named Matthew (excitable and energetic).

Art by designtheendless

Android Corinthian AU - (Hobrintheus) Dream and Hob are husbands who bought a sex android (Corinthian) for them to use.

Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji) AU - featuring Hob as a demon butler, and Dream as a monsterfucker nobleman.

Canon Divergence

Enlightenment - Hob takes Dream's words in 1889 to heart, and realizes that he has never had a single friend in his entire life.

The origin story of monsterfucker Hob Gadling

Recently recovered amnesiac Hob and currently amnesiac Dream inspired by beholdme's prompt. 🔥? 😂!

Chef Hob AU - Hob is a chef who owns a food truck selling authentic Indian food, and Dream is someone who doesn't really eat well. (He had a bad breakup a year ago and it caused him to eat less. He's trying to eat better with his siblings' help.)

Food by carnelianmeluha

Dungeons and Dragons AU - The Endless siblings and Hob playing DND. Details about their characters, that kind of thing.

Fae Dream and Vampire Hob AU - Fae!Dream runs away from home in the middle of winter and has no choice but to shelter in a castle. Coincidentally, Vampire!Hob lives there.

Hamilton AU - 1789 Albany NY. Hob has amnesia and is going by Capt. Gideon "Leon" Roberts. Dream is masquerading as a rich foreign lord named Mr. Thomas Murphy to better keep an eye on him. (Also an American Gods crossover.)

The Feeling of Freedom (AO3 link)

Keep Me in Comfort For All My Days (AO3 link)

Mermaid AUs

Little Mermaid AU - Dream is the king of Atlantis, Orpheus is his only son who is all about that land stuff, and Hob is a (human) thief being transported with other convicts to a penal colony.

Little Mermaid AU ft. Human Hob and Merman-turned-mute-human Dream inspired by designtheendless's art. 🍬🤗

Teacher Hob and Merfolk Performer Dream AU inspired by (OP: cosmic--static's prompt. 🍬!

Personal Trainer Dream AU - Dream is a personal trainer trying to be professional while being horny on main for his newest trainee, Professor Robert Gadling. (Except he's not trying very hard, and Hob also thinks he's super hot.)

Priest Hob and Demon Dream AU inspired by alexxuun's art.

June 7 episode 💀! 🔥? (Kyrie Eleison on AO3)

December 24 episode 💀! 🔥! (Offertory on AO3)

Shadow and Bone AU - Dream is the (sad wet cat) Darkling and Hob is the (soft dom) Sun Summoner. There are two versions of this AU: one where Dream is in the position of power, and one where Hob is.

Show x Comic Swap AU - Basically Comic!Dream x Show!Hob, Comic!Hob x Show!Dream, and other variations. inspired by alexxun's art.

The angsty version 😭! (The Burning House on AO3)

The spicy+happy(?) version 🔥! 💀! (The Gilded Cage on AO3)

The actual happy ending 🤗🍬 (Fidelity on AO3)

The Truth Can't Hurt You, It's Just Like The Dark (AO3 link)

Slice of Life

Professor Hob and Thirsty 24/7 Dream inspired notallsandmen's Kirby!Dream meme. 🔥! 😂?

Tiny Dream AU - Sometimes, when Dream is in the Waking World, he likes to be small. So he retreats into a Barbie doll house that he has since renovated into a Dream doll castle.

Playtime 🔥 (AO3 link)

Urban Fantasy Spy AU - Dream (half-eldritch being, tech officer) and Hob (full human with an immortality mutation, field agent) are co-workers working for The Agency, and they have a 600 year history of not liking each other.

Try to Hide Your Hand (AO3 link)

Vampire!Dream Soulmate AU (a.k.a Lord Dimitrescu!Dream AU) - History professor Hob Gadling wins an annual faculty raffle that enables him to take a 3 days, 2 nights trip to anywhere in the world, and he chooses to visit the little village of Dreaming somewhere in Eastern Europe.

Here at the Boundaries of Dream, All Shadow-Wrapped on AO3

Wedding Planner AU - Dream is getting married to Calliope, and the wedding planner is Hob, the one that got away.

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events/commissions for charity

Dreamling Week 2023 by (OP: mr-sadman)

Day 1: Meowpheus - 5 Pictures of Dream as Meowpheus, and 1 Picture of Dream as Himself (AO3 link) [Canon Divergence] 🍬 😂

Day 2: Dragon - A New Beginning (AO3 link) [The Hobbit AU] 🍬 🤗

Day 3: Curiosity (killed the cat) - An All-Consuming Kind of Love (AO3 link) [Human AU, Professor!Hob/Student!Dream] 💀! 🔥!

Day 4: Fake Dating - Fidelity (AO3 link) [Show X Comic Swap AU, Show!Hob/Show!Dream] 😭 🤗

Day 5: Jealousy - The Feeling of Freedom (AO3 link) [Hamilton AU] 🍬 🤗

Day 6: Sick - In Sickness (AO3 link) [Canon Divergence] 🍬 😂

Day 7: AUs or Crossovers - Of Surviving (AO3 link) [The Hunger Games AU] 😭 🤗

Dreamling for Ukraine by (OP:dreamlingforukraine)

Try to Hide Your Hand (AO3 link) for seiya-starsniper

Keep Me in Comfort For All My Days (AO3 link) for bazzybelle

The Truth Can't Hurt You, It's Just Like The Dark (AO3 link) for hoblingtyrant

Sandmanniversary 2023 (OP: mr-sadman)

Day 1: Size Kink - Playtime (AO3 link) [Tiny!Dream AU] 🔥!

Day 2: Soulmates + Hunt - The Helpful Stranger (AO3 link) [Vampire!Dream Soulmate AU]

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miscellaneous stuff

The Dreaming Loyalty Card

Chat Posts | Meme Edits | Speech Bubble Posts | Random Text Posts | The Sandman Text Posts | Visual Novel Posts

Lord Byron AU memes

[fangirleaconmigo]

Okay, hi! I'm the anon that had been looking for the four fics! I did end up finding the fic that includes the MCD and I just want to quickly inform everyone that Jaskier is basically a zombie in this one!

If anyone was hoping to read it, it's called 'all that was good, all that was fair (all that was me is gone)' by xdandelionxbloomx + if anyone wants any more of undead Jaskier, I'd also recommend 'Kill Me Slowly' by safiraneo

Thank you to everyone who has been helping in finding the fics!

(Also the fourth fic was definitely 'ask me tomorrow', thank you so much :D)

Hi Nonny!

Ok, so in summary here are the fics you asked for and what we found:

- The first takes place after the mountain breakup and Jaskier encounters another Witcher, who I believe is Lambert?? Basically he becomes Lambert's new travel companion, even creating some new songs for him. He eventually takes Jaskier to the keep, which Geralt is at as well, and they just kind of try to make Geralt jealous, even going as far as to pretend they had sex in the room next to him. Yeah, he's hurt... but they work through it.

Ok, this one is Let Someone Love You by @contemplativepancakes thanks @stinastar for the tag

We have more recommendations of similar premises from the comments: (thanks @tiikafiredancer and @ambitiousstripper)

The Path not Taken by Sospes on ao3

strings of fate binding us together by winterbitch (WinterLadyy) on ao3

witcher of convenience by operacricket on ao3

Blue Skies Are Coming (Being Rewritten) by cloudspeck on ao3

- the second I'm not sure when it takes place, but Jaskier had died. It's a non-human/creature Jaskier. He sprouts up in the middle of a field and basically begins wandering around. we follow him as he goes through this and begins to relearn everything he once knew. There's a scene where he (unintentionally) terrorizes a family at a camp, and as they flee, the father feels for Jask, despite him being well... a monstrous being.

So this one is:

all that was good, all that was fair (all that was me is gone) by @xdandelionxbloomx

(thanks to everyone who found this one for me, I can't wait to read it)

(here is the link for the other one you recommend, 'Kill Me Slowly' by safiraneo)

- The third one is kind of a modern au. Since witchers get to live long, he and the rest of the gang (including Ciri, Yen, Regis, etc.) have just lived through everything until the 21st century. Jaskier, having been mortal, died a long time ago. But recently, his body had gone missing. Julian is a professor, I believe he's a uh History professor? Nonetheless, all i remember is that Roach is a van and they got hunted by vampires at some point. I think Geralt owns a villa at a town in which Yen is the mayor. Julian's parents do NOT like Geralt because he's a witcher.

This is the only one we don't have! Anyone with a lead on this one, let us know.

- The last i believe is an established relationship fic. But basically, Jaksier is hit with a curse or something, but it's causing him to age backwards now. So of course this leads to him forgetting about Geralt. That's just kind of it, they're trying to enjoy the time they have left with each other and their memories. It ends when Jaskier turns 18 once again, the same age at which he met Geralt.

Ok, you said this was ask me tomorrow by @theaceace

A fic with a similar premise highly recommended by @ambitiousstripper and @anie6142 is Time Again by didoandis on ao3 (can't find their tumblr, if anyone knows, let me know)

Ok, that's what we have so far! Hopefully we find the third one at some point.

Thanks for dropping in nonny, and a shout out to the amazing fic writers of the witcher universe xoxoxo

[fandom-trash-goblin]

I hope this doesn't sound to ignorant but I just found out the whole situation of ao3 and palestine along with the incident with their volunteers that here on tumblr. I'm a writer myself and just recently used ao3 and read tons of fics there.

When I found out about the situation alot of people here told us stop giving donations which I fully agree as ao3 reponse to not only to Palestine support but as well as many problematic issues that the site hasn't acknowledged.

Can people still use the site to write, read, and support authors as long as they donate to the site? Because the ceo of tumblr is also a zionist yet people here still use the app to get their messages across as long as they don't pay tumblr any money

i.. i've got nothing for you actually. you've said exactly what i think.

thing is, i'm chronically on ao3. i love reading fanfiction, it's a part of my life. it's all the interactions and encouragements im not getting anywhere. that's what the archive was made for. i literally can't donate to any palestinian cause because i have no money, and somehow that single click everyday feels useless. i used to reblog all awareness posts, but looking at everything going to shit made me have a breakdown so bad that i deleted my account. i used to force myself to look at the gore until i realised that stop. you're literally harming your brain so bad that you can't sleep. i read palestnian literature whenever i can bring myself to open a book, and post quoatations. none of it feels enough. it actually isn't enough. because people are living through this nightmare while im safely ensconced in my cosy home. people are suffering, dying, and i can't do anything but remember their names. my country has given no public support to palestine, i barely even know if there are protests around me, and i'm practically in a bubble.

let's be honest. can you leave ao3 or tumblr? because for me the answer is no. i can't. it'll leave me completely isolated because my parents aren't interacting with me but what they think i am. nevertheless, the only thing i've got going for me is i'm not paying any sites that support zionism.

so yeah. i can't help you out here much, thank you for the ask anyways. i'm so sorry but i really don't know how to make it better.

the only thing i do know is you can check out end racism in otw blog -> link, this post which has several fundraisers and so -> link

[hardly-an-escape]

hardly-an-escape's Dreamling Bingo masterpost

what's upppp

green = posted fill, orange = begun but unposted

full list with links and final thoughts under the cut!

A4 - Creature: Phoenix | Among the Stars We are Reborn | Read on AO3 | Tumblr post A5 - Black Death | would you go along with someone like me? (ch. 1) | Read on AO3 | Tumblr post B2 - Crying During Sex | The Trenches Have Vanished Under the Plough (snippet) | Read on AO3 | Tumblr post B4 - Secretly Royal | uneasy is the head that wears the crown | Read on AO3 | Tumblr post C1 - Creature: Djinn | Headache (ch. 2) | Read on AO3 | Tumblr post C2 - Tied to a Table | 'cause every Dreamlord's crazy 'bout a sharp-dressed man (ch. 2) | Read on AO3 | Tumblr post C4 - "Pinch me." (March prompt) | it's the perfect time of year | Read on AO3 | Tumblr post D1 - Fragile - | Headache (ch. 1) | Read on AO3 | Tumblr post D2 - Mistaken For A Couple | in the February sun | Read on AO3 | Tumblr post D3 - "Why did you do it?" (June prompt) | I'm stuck on you (I'm mighty glad you stayed) | Read on AO3 | Tumblr post D5 - Enthusiastic Consentacles | it's warm, this skin I'm living in | Read on AO3 | Tumblr post E2 - Mutual Masturbation | would you go along with someone like me? (ch. 5 snippet) | Read on AO3 | Tumblr post E3 - Flirting | First Time | Read on AO3 | Tumblr post

final word count of posted fills: 39,068

final word count in my WIP doc: 31,046 (this is lower than the final word count bc a couple fics were written in other documents)

final thoughts: *brain static*

no but for real, this was an incredibly fun creative exercise and I'm really proud of what I accomplished. I didn't achieve all my goals, but I wrote more over the past several months than I have in literally years, and that feels really good!

if I had to do it all over again, I would definitely use my time a little more wisely (planning and time management are... not my strong suits). I would try to be more comfortable with cranking out an actual rough draft and then going back for editing and polishing (a constant struggle for me). and I would try to be more strategic about my fills – tbh I am pretty disappointed that I didn't manage to actually get a bingo, and I feel a little foolish for not doing something with the free space!

I also wish I hadn't had to pad my card with WIP snippets at the last minute, but hey – writing is writing, and I'm both proud of the bits I shared and committed to finishing the WIPs! almost every square on my card gave me some kind of inspiration, and I'm sure I'll be using the remaining prompts in the future.

all in all, Dreamling Bingo 2023 was an amazing experience and I can't wait to see what this fandom does next! @dreamlingbingo thank you SO MUCH for all the hard work y'all did during this event!