fan-writing

Lumen (part 3/ ): Dark intentions

Originally posted by wintersthighs

It’s my birthday today and it’s kind of a big deal to me. So consider this my birthday present to you all, the lovely people of Tumblr.

Read up here: Part 1 & part 2

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Summary of part 3: After breaking out, you make a shocking revelation that is sure to startle the boys.

Warnings: a couple swear words.

Word count: 2.934 (without background information). It’s worth the read, promise.

A/N: This is my first fan fic series, so bear with me. Feel free to tell me your thoughts on this one, constructive criticism is appreciated!

Background: Iona Cole is a perky, gifted and ambitious assistant to a critically acclaimed professor at a renowned university. That is, until she snaps in the middle of class, the auditorium packed with students on introduction day. Having a long family history of psychiatric diseases, her mother sends her to a private clinic to receive the best treatment. In reality, this institute for people with “special needs” is a smokescreen for the underground operation Hydra is running there.

Originally posted by james-nat


ONE YEAR AGO

“Sergeant, look out!”

There was an incredible force behind your words, carrying them across the entire compound, resonating against the bloodshot walls, freshly painted with the crimson of your captors. You didn’t care who heard you as long as your message reached Bucky’s ears.

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Heroes

Kat’s 500 Follower Celebration Writing Challenge

Prompt: How dare you?

@cheerfulsammy requested: Eileen helping Sam practice his sign language maybe? For the prompts thing :)

I’m sorry it took me so long to get around to it! I twisted the prompt a bit, hope you don’t mind!

Summary: After hearing Eileen cry because of something Arya said, Sam has a small talk with his daughter. She ends up understanding that, sometimes, it’s okay to skip the truth. 

Wourd count: 2324 (wohoo!)

Pairing: Sam x Eileen (in the background)

Warnings: lots of flashbacks (kind of), a bit of angst, mostly fluff, dad!Sam, established relationship (Saileen), OFC (Arya- Sam and Eileen’s daughter), crying, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of bullying (kinda?)

Beta: @creepykatftw (thank you :))

A/N: Lots of first times in this one: first time writing Saileen, first time writing kids. I really like how this one turned out as I really like the idea of Sam settling down with Eileen. Hope you’re gonna like it! Sentences and words that were signed (not said) are in italics!

If you want to be tagged/untagged in everything or only some stuff, simply let me know or add yourself to this tag list! (Tags at the bottom of the post.) Feedback very welcome and highly appreciated.

“How dare you, Arya!” A loud shout snapped Sam out of his thoughts and he got up, closing the book which he was reading until then, trying to check where that shout came from.

He saw Eileen sitting on the floor in the library, in front of one of the bookcases, wiping the tears that were slowly running down her cheeks.

He crouched in front of her and took her face in his hands forcing her to look at him.

“What’s wrong? Tell me, love,” Sam asked, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. His wife took a deep breath, her chest heaving with every ragged breath she took.

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Random Idea for a Sketch Later:

WHAT IF:

Originally posted by ninja-spacenerd

AND

Originally posted by osxka

FOUGHT?!


NO SETBACKS

BUCKY WITH ALL HIS ARSENAL AND EDWARD WITH HIS ALCHEMY.
SKETCHING THAT LATER.

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Two Questions - TrueCrossGhoul - Servamp (Anime & Manga) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Servamp (Anime & Manga)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Kuro | Sleepy Ash/Shirota Mahiru, Hyde/ Licht jeckylland Todoroki (past)
Characters: Kuro | Sleepy Ash, Mahiru Shirota, other servamps
Additional Tags: Old Age, Death, lots of death, Mentions of Death, Mentions of Suicide, tons of tears, Hospitals, Confessions
Summary:

“Mahiru, you’re leaving for class already?”

“Are you leaving for work already?”

Kuro watches in pain as Mahiru grows in age, and he regrets not telling him that he loved him earlier. Every time Mahiru shows signs of old age, two questions and a realization pop into Kuro’s head

Rude Trip Fic

Will looked up, startled from his thoughts, as the stewardess asked if he wanted anything else to drink, gesturing to his empty IPA bottle.

“What…No, no thanks,” Will wasn’t sure if he was imagining it or not, but she seemed to linger on his face for longer than necessary. Although, he thought, she could have been staring at their quiet affection if she was the sort to be bothered by that sort of thing. It was risky for them to be travelling by plane but circumstances had made it necessary. Hannibal had assured him that everything would be fine.

Hannibal’s hand rested comfortably atop Will’s thigh, and he accepted a refill of his wine. “Gracias.” Hannibal nodded at the stewardess. Will thought the word sounded strange with Hannibal’s accent, but he found his ease and familiarity with so many languages endearing.

Will tapped his fingers against the window, barely noticing the stunning patchwork of green and blue beneath them. The sunny climate they were heading to seemed less safe, no shadows to hide in, but it was essential they keep moving as much as possible, at least after that close call they had in St. Petersburg.

“Relax, darling,” Hannibal’s hand brushed the back of Will’s neck, caressing the bottom of his curls. Will’s hair had been cut shorter lately, but it was starting to grow back. Will could tell that Hannibal liked that. He had remarked multiple times how much he missed Will’s curls.

Hannibal’s thumb lingered at the crook of Will’s neck and shoulder, stroking lightly. Will felt himself slowly relaxing. Thoughts starting to enter in his mind of Hannibal’s hand working his way down the buttons of his shirt and lingering over his chest, hips, and lower. Will pressing the plaid shirt off of Hannibal’s shoulder. The reality of joining the mile high club was nearly impossible, but the fantasy was worth exploring and took the edge of his stress off. Maybe someday…on a private jet…Will could carry out the thoughts of pressing Hannibal up against the small window.

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September Gabriel Monthly challenge

I wrote a thing for the September @gabriel-monthly-challenge dialogue challenge. It was heavily influenced by Blue by @lacqueluster because I couldn’t stop thinking about poor Gabriel being all alone and sad and suddenly I was writing about what would happen if he met a reaper that wasn’t a total jerk.

Anyway, I spent most of the month trying to decide if I should post or delete it and posting won. It’s rough and needs work and I have no idea why it’s in first person but when I’m not in I hate everything mode, it makes me smile.

It’s on AO3. Someday I will learn to link things properly.

Title: A very long run on sentence because I suck at titles

Tags: Angst, Angry Gabriel, Loneliness, Other tags to be added later

Characters: Gabriel, Original female character

Summary:

Gabriel has lost Sam to reapers and is despondent. An accidental meeting in a graveyard might help bring him some closure.

This was inspired by Blue by Lacqueluster. I had a half formed idea for a story for the September prompt and then I read Blue and her Gabriel showed up in my head and wouldn’t go away. And I didn’t want him to leave, I wanted him to stay and receive comfort from someone who should be his enemy but might be turning into a friend.

Commissions Open!

Hey guys so I’m like way too short on cash and I desperately need extra money. So that means I’m opening up fic commissions!

Do you have a pairing you love but there’s not enough fic for? Do you have a kink you have yet to see represented in fanfic? Do you want to help out a starving artist and get a personalized story for it? I’m your person!

You can check out my writing here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/LedgerLines/works (that’s all pretty old, but I’ve just gotten better since then!)

I’ll do any fandom I’m familiar with and I’m totally open to NSFW so ask and you shall receive! Rates are negotiable because there’s no telling how long a fic will be until I know what you guys want! My ask box and fan mail are always open :)

Hi friends, we’re happy to be releasing Shinobu’s “Worstward, Ho!” on vinyl for its 10 year anniversary. We got a few old Shinobu friends/fans to write about the record and band and what they mean to them. Today we have Jeff Rosenstock, pictured here in Chris from Chotto Ghetto’s apartment playing the Wii that he bought with the last of his money before moving back to NY (this’ll make sense when you read what he wrote).

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When I first heard Shinobu I thought they were, like, FAMOUS. At the time, I was planning to record the fourth Bomb the Music Industry! record with a full band and looking at my dream label Asian Man Records’ website. It seemed liked Shinobu was the only new band the label had released in quite some time, and the two songs that were up on the album page (“T-T-T-Trepanning” and “Can Dialects Break Bricks?”) sounded like fire.

Soon after, I was lucky enough to put out the aforementioned record (Get Warmer) on Asian Man Records and eventually played a show in Santa Monica at a comedy club with Shinobu & their buds Pteradon. By this point, I knew they weren’t a big band. I couldn’t even find their record on the illegal MP3 sharing forum I was a part of and they had fucking EVERYTHING. I was excited to see them and finally get a copy of Worstward Ho! which writing this now I realize I could have easily just bought through Asian Man. Having just met each other, we all decided to play a set together, trading off songs. We became friends that night and got very drunk at Chris from Chotto Ghetto’s house.

I knew I was going back to New York to no home. My girlfriend and I surfed from friends’ couch to friends’ couch to parents’ house back to friends’ couch, hoping to find our place once again in the city. Worstward Ho! was one of the only records I listened to during this period of time. The band played with a lot of energy, but weren’t afraid to get quiet. Guitars would stab at you through the headphones and beautiful songs like “Mt. Umunhum” and “Up There” gave you time to think about what just happened. The punk songs were played recklessly. The quiet ones with sincerity. Mike wasn’t afraid to get hyper-literate with his lyrics, but also got dumb. It was the kind of music that would have seemed too cool for school, if it wasn’t obvious that the band were total goofers. It was Pavement if rock critics never tainted Pavement.

I listened to Worstward Ho! when I woke up on a wooden floor of the warehouse apartment we were crashing out, sunlight blasting through the windows and trucks clattering down the street.

I listened to Worstward Ho! while sitting on a couch alone in that same apartment, exhausted from job hunting and having a hard time finding any steps worth taking past showering.

I listened to Worstward Ho! on the long walks home from various shows at punk houses, a hundred plus ounces of malt liquor deep, excited by the energy of the city, stumbling around and belligerently singing along.

I listened to Worstward Ho! recently outside on the deck of a studio that was literally a teenage fantasy while staring at the stars and constantly interrupting to comment to my friends “fuck, Shinobu is so fucking good.”

Shinobu has put out two records since, both of which are every bit as good as Worstward Ho! if not better. They do that annoying thing that good bands to where they continue growing in cool, interesting and unpredictable ways that make you think their older records are obsolete, because you’re stupid.

To be honest, right now I’m just trying to find a not cliché way to end this…

“but there’s something about the seed that started it all”
“but there’s something about the spark that sparked the flame with its spark”
“but I’ll be listening to this record foreverrrrrrrrrrr”

…and that wouldn’t be fair to Shinobu.

Masterlist

Scenarios

Astro

Jinjin - His Shirt

Binwoo - The Wall Flower’s Protector

Moonbin - Trying To Teach

Rocky - Afraid to Confess

Eunwoo - Caretaker

BigBang

Block B

Kyung - My Idiot

BTS

EXO (OT12)

Lay - Night Out

GOT7

Jaebum - Seoulmates

Yugyeom - Room For Us

iKon

Monsta X

Seventeen

Mingyu - I’ve Got You

The8 - Just Friends

Hoshi - You’re The Best

DK - Theme Park Date

Joshua - Shock

Wonwoo - Early Morning

SHINee

Minho - Surprise

Topp Dogg (OT13)

Xero - Cheer Up

Sangdo - Late Night Snack

VIXX

Ken - Stop Staring

Leo - I Love You More

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Who I Write For

DR3 Kibou Hen - ‘The Academy of Hope and Students of Despair’ Impressions

I’m sure everyone in the fandom has already had a day and a half full of discourse about this latest episode, and I will be beating a dead horse here. I was too busy yesterday being as drunk as a skunk to watch this final episode, and had deliberately read every spoiler under the sun, so I was prepared to watch the trainwreck of an ending without getting too mad. But, boy did it not disappoint in being an absolute trainwreck full of fan pandering, terrible writing and the casual death of all the themes and character arcs built up over 6 years of the DR series! I’m honestly impressed at how much of a sell-out this was, but fan pandering gets you paid, I suppose. Spoilers under the cut.

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mabel-butterfly  asked:

1, 10 for the first thing then, 8

1. “@” people you want to be friends with

All of my mutuals really. but @phanomenal-bands i guess (tbh because i like the dallon icon)

10. if you draw or write, show some of your really old work

well i dont draw or write but recently i wrote the first chapter to a red x ash pokemon fanfiction for @silverautumnq i can show you that if you ask me for it but im not putting it here because its too long and idk how to link shit. 

anyway all pokemon fan fiction writers write more rash (red and ash) fan fiction we really need more. and i cant write it because i dont even like pokemon anymore

8. do you drink water with or without ice in it?

in summer with ice because if not ill die (maybe thats a good thing). in winter no ice or ill freeze.

thank you for the ask :)

anonymous asked:

what are your thoughts on trans!Marco?

Definitely a touchy subject here. I don’t run this blog to shut down headcanons and feel validated in real life, so please take my opinion on this as just that; an opinion. If you love the trans!Marco headcanon, then keep on loving it! Draw your fan art, write fanfiction, and keep doing what you enjoy.

I personally see Marco as just a dorky kid. In cartoons, exaggerated feminine characteristics for male characters is super common. It’s generally used as a joke, like a jock loving pink or Marco being very specific about clothing. It’s just a common thing to do in cartoons; I think it just reinforces the idea that Marco is a kid who desperately wants to be tough and hardcore, but is actually just a sweet, dorky kid who likes clothes and his friends. That being said, if the show actually went and made trans!Marco canon, I would support it wholeheartedly; I just think he’s a male teenager who happens to like clothing and being comfortable.

anonymous asked:

E x c u s e m e but Meet Me In Phoenix do have a following! We might be suite, and maybe just a few but we very much like for Tom and Pop and Cara to not stay stuck in the zombieful wild for ever (and I NEED the big fsmily réunion. For reason). But as a big fan of everything you write, I'll be patient. Much love, baby <3

Alright, I stand happily corrected :D   MMIP will go back into the active work rotation and I’ll see what I can do about getting it finished.

Thank you darling <3