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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63704023
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63704023
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63704023
i came back (finally) and decided to write about the first kiss between jean and jeremy.
omg hi here's the link — this contains smut btw 🔞
a gift and reminder
andreil: my beloved
im cooking something for my beloved andreil
Excerpt of Ch3 of The World Beckons (dabihawks fanfic + canon fix-it)
And maybe he wasn’t ethically inclined to let those UA kids in the way of danger, but there were only maybe 20 kids in that class and they were already in their teens. They had teachers to protect them and a couple months of training under their belts. If he disobeyed the Commission, it would be hundreds of little kids–10 and under type little–getting hurt, with nobody there to defend them. Nobody on their side but themselves.
He was the only person who could prevent that.
They’ll find a way out for you too, someday.
…It was a nice thought. To think that he did enough good in his prefecture that the people he protected would protect him in turn. He knew it was a silly thought, a stupid thought… but it was still a nice one.
That didn’t mean he dared to hope.
Currently just starting the editing process of this chapter. Uh, go find the fic on ao3. Some tags to help you find it are the dabi/hawks tag, Canon Rewrite, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, and Slow Burn or Eventual Romance. Beware that it'll have some dark topics in the future so mind the warnings and any future tags added.
Without ao3, I can feel the life seeping out of me. Every passing minute the life force drains from my body, turning me into a sickly grey. My eyes are drooping and I can feel my organs start to fail. I can already see the light, shining so brightly above me. I am only hanging on by the transfusion of fanfiction.net. However, that is not my only woe. I can feel old fandoms creeping up behind me, ready to drag me back into their grasp. Danganronpa got me a week ago, yttd a few days before. Is this the end? Has life come full circle? What will historians think a hundred years from now? What will this crisis be called? The Fall of Creativity? Fanfiction Fodder? The Great Suppression? As a collectivity everyone has united in this detrimental time. We must stick together, offer up other sources to consume media created by talented, life providing authors.
Summary : Aoyama has always had nightmares, but at his time at the hospital after being revealed as being forced to be a traitor and becoming close with Aizawa he decides that maybe he doesn’t need to do everything alone.
Maybe he can trust Aizawa with every part of him, even the ugly parts that were covered in fear and terror.
GUESS WHO FINISHED WRITING A FUCKING ALMOST 5K FIC??? ME BAEY!!! I'M SO HAPPY ABOUT THIS <33
I LOVE THIS SHIP SM AND I HOPE I PLEASED THE MAYBE 2 OTHER PEOPLE WHO LIKE THIS SHIP TOO !!!
On my way to read chapter 1 ehheheheheheh 😈
(btw, such an amazing job you do! I've been reading your fics since I found Feather Bound (≧▽≦) )
With Love, Mr. President just got a new chapter!!
A current WIP on my Ao3. Follow Keigo on a postwar journey as he navigates his new job and a secretary that just loves to give him shit.
Smut and angst galore 🤭❤️
haha u wish i was but i like ur funny words magic man
like and reblog if you’re fun and sexy :p
Kurosawa accidentally finding out that Adachi has a praise kink and using it to his advantage.
Constantly complimenting him when he finished something at work by petting his head. Sliding his hand down to gently grip his nape as he lets Adachi know “How good” he’s beings for him.
Feeling pure exhilaration as he leaves Adachi a stuttering mess to go help a coworker.
Getting home late to find Adachi cleaning and calling him a “good boy” before giving his the deepest kiss he can before going to shower.
Sitting on the couch with his legs crossed and calling Adachi random names until he reacts in a certain way.
“Baby? Love? …Princess?”
Feeling like he won the lottery as he chases a visibly affected Adachi back into their room to use the new term in bed to make Adachi as embarrassed as he can because let’s be honest.
The man had a thing for humiliation.
I'm going to (affectionately) strangle my past self, cause what is this writing omfg. /pos
Me: "Well, I published the last fic I wrote while I was still writing it, and it stressed me out a little because I didn't want to leave anyone hanging. I should probably not do that again."
Also me: "publish now. publish now. You should publish now, because you're on the second to last chapter. There's a seven chapter buffer, you'll be fine. Do it. You'll get to watch the number go up more if you publish now. Don't you wanna see if anyone leaves any nice comments?"
it is 2:30 PM, i just had apple pie for lunch, and i'm settled in with a big glass of hot chocolate and a 4 hour yt video on mario for background noise. It is time to write things (after I procrastinate a little bit more)
thinking about doing something kinda stupid rn. I wanna tell my parents (who I currently depend on) that I write fanfiction, and I wanna show them, cause I don't wanna have to hide my screen and delete my history and shit anymore, but I don't know how they'll take it. Well, I think they'll be proud of me, but I don't think they'll understand the whole fanfiction part (I can hear the "you could try and get something published!" already..) or the fact that I've been doing it without telling them for years. Also also, all I write is F/F and I'm not out to them as queer so that's kinda a whole can of worms. I'm not sure. Damn yoooou funny brain chemicals telling me to seek out praise from people lmao
I've always had a high level of respect for smut writers, because I, a crack and fluff writer, cannot write a kiss scene without wanting to jump off a bridge and/or put my head through the desk due to the sheer level of secondhand embarrassment I get. YALL ARE SO COOL FOR THAT, SERIOUSLY. Way stronger than me too. I'm looking over my shoulder like "holyshitholyshitholyshit" and the thing I wrote was "A looked fondly at B, gently grabbing their hand and drawing them closer"
you ever write yourself into a corner? Not in the sense of having nowhere to go, but in the sense of "Holy shit now they HAVE to talk, and I'm not emotionally intelligent enough to know where this conversation is going or how to reach the end of it"
we've all got that one fic that just keeps getting hits, with the very rare comment, and it's like "No. Quit! This one is bad, it's super old and cringey and you need to look at this new one I made!" but you wouldn't dare take it down because that still is YOUR CHILD and people like it and even if it's bad we've all got that monkey brain that likes checking on it every once in a while and seeing that the number went up
AUTHORS I NEED A FAVOUR!!!!
I'm not sure why or when this idea popped into my brain. But I NEED a Loki Oneshot (or Fic) with a Reader/OC Spouse, where they have a similar relationship to Odysseus and Penelope.
Like the Spouse finds Loki after NewYork and then the scene would play out like in the Song "Would you fall in love with me again"
OR they met again in Thor 2
OR Lokis Spouse is in the TVA and they meet again there!!!!
I crave Angst like this with a happy ending!!!!!
(Funny Ending: Switch to see Thor crying happy tears seeing them reunite)
Simultaneously my own biggest hater and my own biggest supporter, as was intended.
y'all ever write something and go back to read it later and it's like some old writing god possessed you and slowly, tenderly guided your hands across the keys to craft a sentence that has the same vibe as sitting on your porch swing in the country side, sipping tea and watching the sunset? no? oh, okay
writing fics means holding your own hand and running your own thumb over the back of your knuckles to see if it's really comforting or not (and if it is, how to describe it adequately)
uh, I've just posted a new fic and it brought my published word count on ao3 to 330k and I think this calls for a mild celebration. Yay me, basically a third of the way to a million :]
I was in the groove, writing my fic and listening to music and absolutely flying through this scene. It was going so well, and I was like, "okay, what did I do wrong?" so I reread my last piece of dialogue..
"Something distracting you or something?"
This is why I don't divide my attention with music and shit while I write omg
You ever just start writing fluff, then you're 5k words deep, trying to not cry on your keyboard cause when tf did it get so angsty in here?
I can only ever write like six words before I'm back to Google to make sure I know the definition of a word before I use it
Hello Tumbler!
As my first post ever, idk what to write.
My name is Keith. I go by they/he pronouns. I’m bisexual-polyamorous and am willing to answer questions on the matter! I enjoy educating people about myself. I’m a furry and a therian, too!
I love fanon/canon talk. I don’t get to do it often as most of my mutual’s aren’t in the same fandoms. As a writer I hope to use this platform to support my hobby. I love to role-play too, as it’s my favorite way to practice, so hit me up!
I’m also an animal stylist in training and am so excited to start fully working. I got my first client just a few days ago!
I can’t wait to see what this platform has to offer!
~Keith
Everything I read by @cervviidae is so heartbreaking and heartwarming at the same time, I cannot BELIEVE I never found them before this year.
Their fic èclair is so tender, and I've got more of them lined up to write full reviews on, but this one is so heartachingly sweet; it's a testament to Hannibal's love for Will and his fear of rejection, and of Will's love for Hannibal despite him being a fool.
Please, Don't be Cruel | Hannigram Fic
Hannibal stopped scrubbing the dishes, his hands hidden beneath the soapy water, and Will was oblivious to the knife hidden beneath the surface.
He misinterpreted Hannibal’s silence for guilt and he sighed, leaning against the man’s arm to convey that he wasn’t mad at him. Will said, “I just don’t want Jack to get any wrong ideas, okay? I would hate for you to go to jail because of a stupid pun.”
“Just to clarify, you’re talking about me being…”
“The Chesapeake Ripper.”
“Ah…”
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Will thinks that he and Hannibal are in a relationship. Hannibal thinks that he and Will are just close friends. Will also thinks that Hannibal knows that he knows that he's the Chesapeake Ripper.
Read it on ao3:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63826561
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Ok serious post. How do I outwit the AO3 curse? Because my desire to write is being suppressed by my inability to handle another fucking curve ball from life and I’m too scared to even look at my fix without fearing yet another disaster. Genuinely how do you write without being shot 57 times? Like do I have to make a sacrifice? Is there a special prayer? I’ll do anything at this point.
oh yeah hey here's a little oneshot (that i wanted to be more >:( ) for until i get done with that rodydeku fic thats making me lose my mind :)