i even wrote a fanfiction 4 it


So I’ve never really written fanfiction before but I’ve been thinking a lot about RTTE season 4 and how much I want(need)Hiccup and Astrid to get together now and this is sort of how it goes down in my head. Also, I rarely ever use Tumblr these days so I wasn’t even going to post this but hey I wrote it down anyway and looking at the HTTYD tumblr tag there’s some really cool stuff so why not.
So in my mind this scene takes place at the end of the first episode of Season 4. (because seriously come on already) The Riders are on their way back from another incredible, deadly, exciting, life-threatening mission where they helped Mala save the Eruptodon, formed an alliance with the Defenders of the Wing, recovered all of Berk’s gold, and narrowly escaped being killed by Vigo and the Dragon Hunters. I haven’t actually written out this adventure, but the important part is Hiccup put himself in an extremely dangerous position in order to save his friends.

“Ohhh Toothless I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy to see Dragon’s Edge,” Hiccup confessed as they flew toward the island they had come to call home. Toothless, wanting to express his happiness that he, Hiccup, and the rest of the gang had once again made it out alive, dipped down to the lagoon so that he could glide the tip of his left wing in the water while Hiccup did the same with the tips of his fingers.

As the pair soared low through the air, cutting through the moonlit water, Hiccup closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and smiled; he had gained a newfound appreciation for life after this particular adventure and wanted to savor every moment of happiness he could. Nothing felt quite like flying; nothing felt so exhilarating yet relaxing, so intricate and demanding yet effortless and freeing, so comfortable and familiar yet new and exciting with every flight.

The rest of the riders and dragons, who were flanked behind Hiccup and Toothless, decided to follow suit, running their wings and fingers through the cold water, feeling almost as relieved and thankful as their leaders.

Nearing the Edge, Hiccup and Toothless pulled up and landed by the dome. Once the Night Fury’s feet touched the ground Hiccup leaped out of his saddle to come face to face with his magnificent dragon.

“You were amazing today bud,” he said softly, crouching down to meet Toothless’s eyes.

“Thank you so much.” He reached his arms around Toothless’s neck, giving him the most genuine, loving hug he could muster. Toothless, in return, nuzzled his nose into Hiccup’s shoulder as a way of saying “you’re welcome” and “thank you for being safe” simultaneously.

As the two best friends embraced, the other members of the group landed one by one around them. As soon as Meatlug landed on the Edge, the last dragon of the group to do so, everyone looked around at each other, astonished that they had all made it back alive this time, and so incredibly grateful.

Of course it was Tuffnut who broke the silence. He had been narrating the entire adventure, but even the trickster had to take a quiet moment to appreciate the amazing feat they had all accomplished.

“And our heroes return home, to the safety of their awesome base, to stuff their faces with delicious food and sleep for hours and hours…” “And hours!” added Ruffnut in agreeance with her brother.

“For once I completely and wholeheartedly agree with the twins,” proclaimed Fishlegs, lying face down on Meatlug’s back, giving her a giant bear hug with one arm and raising the other arm with his index finger pointed towards the sky.

“Well let’s stop talking about it and start chowing down!” Snotlout yelled, yanking on Hookfang’s horns. “Hookfang, up! Hookfang, to the clubhouse!” Despite his rider’s commands, Hookfang didn’t budge. Not that Hookfang disobeying Snotlout was anything new, but suddenly Hiccup looked around at all the dragons worriedly, realizing how worn out they all were.

“Hey guys I think today’s activities really did a number on the dragons,” Hiccup said, gesturing to all the exhausted faces, “I mean Hookfang can barely lift his wings.”

At that very moment Hookfang’s body collapsed on the ground, bringing Snotlout down with him. The Monstrous Nightmare let out a great sigh through his nostrils as Snotlout recovered the helmet that had fallen off his head.

“Hiccup’s right guys,” Astrid announced, stroking Stormfly’s face, “Why don’t we walk them over to the stable and let them rest their wings? I think they’ve flown more these past few days than ever before.”

With that being said Ruff, Tuff, Fishlegs, and Heather all hopped down onto the ground, each taking a quick moment just to inspect that their dragons were okay. Much to everyone’s relief, every dragon was without a scratch, just extremely fatigued.

“To the stables!” bellowed Tuffnut, punching his fist forward in the air, leading the charge as Ruffnut, Fishlegs, Snotlout, and Heather followed behind.

Hiccup turned to Toothless, seeing the weariness in his eyes. He smiled softly.

“C’mon bud, you deserve some nice, fresh fish and a good night’s r- OW! WHAT?”

He turned swiftly towards his attacker, grasping at his right arm where he had just been punched. To no one’s surprise, that “attacker” was Astrid.

“THAT was for almost getting yourself killed,” she snapped, with a pissed yet smirky expression on her face. Hiccup’s look of pain and confusion melted into a loving smile.

In true Astrid fashion, her next act was to grab the collar of Hiccup’s shirt, pulling him in for a quick peck on the lips. She hadn’t pulled this since they were kids.

Wait. She hasn’t pulled this since we were kids. Why now? Oh my Thor, If I hadn’t made it out today I never would have been able to kiss Astrid again. I never would have been able to even see Astrid again, or talk to her, or laugh with her, or… I can’t let 2 more years pass until our next kiss. I can’t even let 2 more seconds pass until our next kiss. I… I have to go for it. If I don’t and my next near death experience isn’t just near death… In the nearly two seconds that their lips met, all of these thoughts had come racing through Hiccup’s mind.

As Astrid pulled away Hiccup made a decision. He was going to do it. He couldn’t waste any more time.  

“And THAT was for-” Astrid cut herself off when she felt Hiccup grab hold of the hand she was using to clutch his tunic. She looked into his eyes and saw a look that was familiar yet… different. Hiccup had never really looked at her this way before. Her gaze fell to his chest where Hiccup tightened his grip, gently but with intent, on her hand.

Suddenly it became clear what was happening. Is this really it, is this really the moment? She asked herself, returning her gaze to Hiccup’s eyes. They both knew that this would happen someday, but for some reason they kept putting it off. She wondered why they had for so long; was it because they felt that they had too many other responsibilities? They didn’t want to make things awkward with the rest of the group? They didn’t want to risk ruining their friendship? They were just too nervous? All of it seemed so silly in that moment. They were warriors after all. If they could ride dragons, defeat armadas, and face off against the most dangerous foes in all of the archipelago, they could do this. They could share a real kiss, have a real relationship. As Astrid was going through all of this in her mind she suddenly realized that she was slowly leaning in towards the viking she knew, for some time now, she loved.  

Their lips met and this time, instead of parting after mere seconds, they lingered and eventually pressed against each other like they had never before. With her free hand, Astrid cupped the back of Hiccup’s neck, spreading her fingers into his hair, while Hiccup’s free hand moved to Astrid’s cheek. The hands that they had begun with stayed in place, between their chests, so that each viking could feel the other’s heartbeat.

Realizing Hiccup and Astrid were not following behind them, the others turned around, stunned as they saw what was happening. Astrid and Hiccup kissing, for real this time.

“Oh. My. Thor!” exclaimed Fishlegs, bring his hands up to his mouth in surprise.

“Well FINALLY,” muttered Ruffnut, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, really. Took them long enough,” agreed Tuffnut.

Heather placed her hands on her hips, grinning satisfactorily. She had been pretty positive this was going to happen, sooner than the other riders had guessed.

Snotlout reacted less positively than the others. “What??? Seriously? She goes for Dragon Boy and not me???” he asked.

Fishlegs elbowed him in the side, annoyed once again at Snotlout’s vanity, yet knowing that it was really a joke. Well, mostly.

Not wanting to invade their friends’ private moment but (mostly) happy that this was finally happening, they smiled and looked upon Astrid and Hiccup sharing their first real kiss. Even the dragons seemed to smile as if they too had just been waiting for this to happen.

When the kiss ended and the two pulled away, just enough to look each other in the eyes, Astrid decided this would be the perfect time to ask, “What took you so long?” To which Hiccup smiled and replied, “I could get used to this.”

For Hiccup, nothing felt quite like kissing Astrid; nothing felt so exhilarating yet relaxing, so intricate and demanding yet effortless and freeing, so comfortable and familiar yet new and exciting. For Hiccup, kissing Astrid was another form of flying.

Old, Wild West | Chapter 4: Dead people don't talk | FanFiction
Texas in 1865 is a wild territory, full of dangers, this is a story with love, sex, shots and bandits, Welcome to the old west! - AU of Shamy

Last chapter of my fanfic, don´t miss it!  🤠🐎

Many thanks to all for living this story with me, I hope you enjoyed it as much as me wroting it. I loved to give life to this story that was flying in my head, and to see that you like, fills me with joy.

Thanks to everyone for your words, reviews, and DMs, every little gesture makes me smile, and even if you think it’s silly, tell me!! 💕💕

Arranged (part 4)

Summary:Tanta and Wakanda have been in a small war for the past 10 years so when the Kingdoms decide to make an alliance they have to do something to link the two kingdoms together.

Warning: Swearing (only once), violence (honestly not even that detailed since it’s in your pov), and mention of kidnap, and death. 

A/n: This part I kind of wrote up in less than an hour so sorry it’s short and might suck…… hope you enjoy though!


T’Challa’s POV:
Once the car drove away and everybody had gotten to safety there was only one thing that he knew he would have to do. He quickly ran to his room and pulled out his suit and mask. He had to save you. 
“So your really going after her?” T’Challa turned to find Tony standing in his doorway. 
“Yes I am.” T’Challa answers simply. 
“Do you need any help?” Tony asks 
“No. This is something I will have to do on my own.” T’Challa states making Tony nod. 
“Just know if there is anything, we’re here to help.” Tony says, T’Challa nods and Tony walks away.
T’Challa raced to get changed and than made his way out of the castle running as fast as he could in the direction that the car had gone with you inside of it.

You woke up in a strange smelling room that was still fuzzy, but once everything had cleared up you were surprised to find yourself in a very nice office, you had expected to be in some dark basement or even in some rundown hotel room. But this made no sense to you.
“Did you get the money for the job yet?” one voice asks hurriedly.
“No. They want us to follow through before we get paid. They don’t want a snow white situation on their hands.” a rougher voice says. If you had to guess the second voice was in charge while the first voice was just following orders, but from their conversation you could tell there was a higher power than these two. 
“I Just don’t see why they want her dead_” the first voice states mummbling the last part.
“Who knows okay. But we have to get it over with than go dump the body somewhere on Wakanda’s land, those were the rules.”
You hadn’t realized it until now but these two had accents from your country not from Wakanda, you felt your heart beat increase. You tried to think about why somebody from your country wanted you dead, that is unless.

“I just can’t believe the queen and king want their own daughter dead.” the first voice said and you felt your body freeze and a shiver ran down your spine.
“Who knows. I don’t ask questions I just get the job done.” you slowly tried to move out of your restraints but you could feel no budge coming from them at all.

“Well let’s go finish our job.”
You started trying everything as fast as you could but nothing was working, and that’s when you felt it, a gun to the back of your head. “I’m really sorry we have to do this.” the softer voice said.
“Shut up Wilbur.” the tougher voice says, and you felt yourself close your eyes getting ready for the gunshot to happen.

But before you knew it you saw one of the 2 men fly across the room and hit the wall instantly knocking him out. “What the hell? Who are you?” the guy with the gun asks, his barrel leaving your head for a moment before coming back, “don’t move or I’ll shoot her.” he states making a tear slip down your cheek. You were trying your hardest not to cry and not to seem weak because if these were your last moments than you would prefer for them not to be seen by anybody as you being weak.
So you closed your eyes and tried your hardest not to cry.
And that’s when you heard the trigger being pulled and the gunshot ringing off.
But nothing hit you. Than you watched as the man holding a gun went flying in front of you. 

You sighed from relief but the feeling only lasted a moment before you realized that there was somebody else in the room, and you had no clue if it was a friend or foe. 

You felt a hand grab your shoulder and you tried to pull away but the restraints kept you still. You looked up to see a man? You looked up at him in shock as you watched the man dressed like a cat in front of you. 
“W_who are you?” you asked still shocked by what this person was wearing. 
He quickly took out his claws and cut your restraints gaining you freedom that you had been trying to get from the beginning. He quickly took your hand and raced out of the room and down a dark hall. “Wait where are we going?” you ask but don’t stop or try to resist following him. 

Once you got out of the building you found that he ran over to a jeep. 
“Is this yours?” you ask only to have him shake his head. You watched as he searched through the car. “What are you doing?” you ask only to watch him pull out a hidden key. “Oh.” you say surprised as you climb in and he starts to drive off. 

You reached the castle again and turned to the masked hero in front of you.
“I would offer you a reward but_ I don’t really have anything to offer.” you say looking down. “But I am grateful.” you say looking at him carefully. “But who_ who are you?” you asked, you studied the catlike mask and the dark suit that was worn with it. It intrigued you and your found yourself reaching your hand slowly towards his face, to only have him flinch back, you quickly dropped your hand “I”m sorry. I guess that curiosity just got the best of me. I shouldn’t be trying to figure out something that you don’t want me to know, especially not after you saved my life.” you say dropping your head awkwardly. He hadn’t said a word to you and you wondered why, but you said nothing about it. 
“Well I should get going.” you say walking towards the castle

T’challa’s POV:
Y/n walked away and back to the castle, and I took off my mask. 
She had looked so scared, and so vulnerable before I showed up and to me that seemed unsettling. What had those two said to her to make her feel that way? Y/n had always seemed to be confident, and strong headed, and I had only showed up barley on time before they were ready to pull the trigger.
I sighed as I went to find a way back into the castle and get changed so that T’Challa could be the one to go and check on her. I still didn’t know if I wanted her in that part of my life. She was going to become my wife, but there was still a lot I didn’t know about her.

Y/n POV:
Once you made your way into the castle you went straight to your room, not getting caught by anyone. You didn’t want anyone to go and tell your parents that you were back. Not until you could figure out a plan and another reason than a masked man saving you. You didn’t want to put his life at risk either, even if you didn’t know who he was.
You plopped down on your bed rethinking about everything that had happen, and that’s when your door opened. You felt your heart pounding. 
T’Challa entered your room his eyes meeting yours.
“We need to talk Y/n.”he says closing your door.
“But how did you know that I had come back?” you ask surprised.
“I_ I saw you walking to your room.” T’Challa answers making you nod. You were sure that nobody had seen you, but maybe because you were distracted by the events of the day that you hadn’t seen T’Challa in the hallways. 
“What do you want to talk about?” you ask as if nothing happen.
“Well you got kidnapped from our party. What happen? How did you escape? Who kidnapped you?” he asks sitting down on a chair that sat opposite from your bed.
“I got kidnapped, they had knocked me out. I-” you stopped yourself, was he apart of it? You knew your parents were because they had been mentioned, but maybe there was a chance that it wasn’t just your parents that had wanted you dead. “Than while the kidnappers where out I escaped.” you lied, and you could have sworn that T’Challa’s expression seemed shocked for a second before it went back to his normal expression. 
“I see. Did they harm you in any way?” he asks concerned.
“No. I’m fine really, I’m actually really tired though.” you say simply.
“You don’t want to go tell your parents?” T’Challa asks making your eyes grow large but you quickly looked down.
“Oh_ silly me they must be worried sick.” you say feeling tears threaten to fall,
“I can go with you if you want.” T’Challa says and you looked up at him. “I mean than I can get you out of there quicker.” he states and you nod your head. It would be too suspicious for you not to go to your parents, and you had no actual proof that T’Challa and your parents were working together on this. 
“Yes if you could come_” you trail off looking down. 
“Of course! Let’s go.” he states standing up and you stand up yourself making your way to your parents room. 

Once you were face to face with the door your parents were behind you froze.
“You okay Y/n?” T’Challa asks and you nod your head. T’Challa steps forward and knocks. Once the door opens your father looks over to see you and looks suprised.
“Y/n? Your back?” y/f/n says suprised coming out and giving you a hug, you hugged him back but than backed away your mother standing behind him. 
“What happen? Did they hurt you?” your mother asks you had to admit if you hadn’t heard the conversation between the kidnappers your parents would seem like they really had been worried. 
“I’m fine. Nothing happen I escaped while my kidnappers were out of the room.” you say lying easily, you knew that if you brought up the masked hero that had saved you that your parents would hunt him down, and you didn’t know what T’Challa would do if he knew about him. 
“I believe Princess Y/n is exhausted so I’m gong to escort her back to her room.” T’Challa says giving a small bow.
“Of course. You get your rest Y/n.” your father says and you nod turning away with T’Challa. 

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The Kids Aren’t Alright

Hello there, friend! Since today is the 20th anniversary of the publication of Harry Potter & the Sorcerer’s/Philosopher’s Stone, I thought I’d throw up a plug for the fanfic that @andavrii and I wrote together.

Are you looking for a fanfic that:

  • Brings you back to Hogwarts and explores how things might have changed in the years after Harry & co. left?
  • Features main characters from all 4 houses and even gives more-or-less equal screen time to all 4 houses?
  • Has a cast of lovable OCs who act like actual teenagers, not like teenagers in a children’s book (they swear! They talk about sex! They have sexualities and gender identities other than straight & cis!)?
  • Is (mostly) canon compliant up to Deathly Hallows? (Like seriously, we changed one tiny bit of lore that isn’t even IN the books; it’s just on Pottermore. Also, this was written and is set pre-Cursed Child.)
  • Is practically guaranteed NOT to have large doses of that ship you can’t stand (because it’s mostly OCs)?
  • Is ALREADY COMPLETE, so you never have to wait for an update? 

Have we got a story for you!

Check out The Kids Aren’t Alright, available at AO3 and FF.net. Taking place 10 years after the Battle of Hogwarts, the story follows four sixth-year students (Gryffindor Ben Moore, Ravenclaw Rowan O’Blake, Hufflepuff Zach Duncan, and Slytherin Vivianne Gorlois) and their adventures in life and love as they take an archaeology class exploring a set of Arthurian-age ruins that have mysteriously appeared in the Forbidden Forest. But it turns out that there’s more than just ancient pottery lurking in those ruins, and secrets from the past stretch long fingers into the present, putting Our Heroes into more danger than they’ve bargained for.

Read! REVIEW! Tell your friends! You’ll love it, I swear!

Look, I appreciate every comment given to me but...

It’s why I answer all of them as soon as I can and as wholesome as possible to show that seriously I appreciate it and will give you just as much attention. Be that as it may, there are some comments when given that actually work to discourage me rather than motivate. 

1.Comments that ask if I fill prompts right away instead of actually expressing if you even liked the fic.

2. Comments that say you need to update phrased in such a way it seems condescending.

3.Comments that literally only say “Update” even though I just did a few seconds ago. That one makes me feel that what I wrote was not enough or worth the read, to begin with.

4.Comments that express that I shouldn’t have done xyz because this character will never do this or that. Nevermind the fic is under the category Alternate Universe.

5. Comments that insist this isn’t canon so why are you writing this! (Fanfiction…the term is fanfiction.)

6. Comments that demand this and that should be in the fic and in your opinion it would make the story ten times better. (Basically, you just told me the concepts I’ve formulated aren’t all that great so instead put xyz in and it’ll be perfect because I like xyz specifically.)

Comment, but also put yourself in the writter’s shoe. We are not robots, we have emotions too. 

Frobin Fortnight 2017: Childhood (Chapter 4)

There was an unofficial rule in the house that Sanji’s flat was always open if someone needed a place to hang around and no one would have to leave hungry (except Luffy who was always hungry even right after he ate). Most of the time one or all of the other residents would join because Sanji always made too much food and they themselves were completely out of food (everyone from time to time but most of the time Luffy and Usopp who shared a flat). It hasn’t taken Franky long to join in on their daily rituals and to appear when it was time for either breakfast or dinner.

The big table in the kitchen was also used for smaller gatherings and could be seen as some kind of meeting point. It helped that the flat was in the first floor so everyone had to pass it eventually.

Robin enjoyed to meet the younger residents there, most of the time to help them learn. Even if it wasn’t about history. She just loved it when people learned. And she loved to help.

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typhongeneocratis  asked:

Here I come to give you even more numbers (for the Fanfiction Questions ) : 1, 4, 6, 14, 20, 23, 31, 39, 42, 45 and 51 :D HAVE FUN


1. What was the first fandom you got involved in?

The very first one is to remain unknown, but the one that I actually wrote for properly was Sherlock BBC.

4. Do you regret getting involved in any fandoms?

Not that I can think of, no.

6. List your OTP from each fandom you’ve been involved in.

Well, that’d be a long list lol. Gravebone, (FBAWTFT), Merthur (Merlin BBC), Johnlock (Sherlock BBC), Rose/Nine (Doctor Who), Daneel/Elijah (”Robots” series by Asimov) and oh so many more.

14 and 31 answered here.

20. Any ships which you surprised yourself by liking?

Not really, I usually have a pattern of sorts for my ships.

23. Name a fic you’ve written that you’re especially fond of & explain why you like it.

Hands down, Ad Infinitum :) I know, I know, I talk too much about it lol. But the amount of time and energy and love put in it makes it the story I’m most proud of.

39. What is you greatest strength as a writer?

Well… I’m not sure I’m the one to talk? I’d like to think that I have a good skill at making my writing easy to visualise and even feel.

42. List and link to 5 fanfiction authors who are amazing.

Oh boy @angst-wizard, @gothyringwald, @elvishflower, @sozdanie-gryazi-eternal, @shivver13

45. What is your all time favourite fanfic?

How can you make me choooooose :D And which fandom, gosh. In Merthur, it’s absolutely and most definitely M-RYS. In Gravebone… This one >.>  Hands, like secrets, are the hardest thing to keep from you

51. Rant or Gush about one thing you love or hate in the world of fanfiction! Go!

I REALLY LOVE WRITING because we spend countless hours just to bring our ideas into existence, and we are doing it for free, and we are sharing it so happily and freely. And I love how it allows everyone, anyone to be creative! Please don’t ever stop writing, people!

Send me fanfiction asks :)

1k Followers Celebration...?

Hey everyone.

I know I’m practically the least-consistent fanfic writer here in the Rob/Chuck community (I said I was gonna post Wild World series like…4 months before I actually wrote it, Billy series is on hold…not to mention those REQUESTS!!!)

But somehow y'all got me to 993 followers as of the moment. Which is hilarious. Why do you guys even like me enough to follow me???

Anyway. 1k is huge, and I guess I should celebrate each and every one of you. Question is, I’m not sure how. Chuck Shurley takeover? Me actually writing all the requests? A livestream???

Possibilities are endless. Just…uh…yknow help me out. I wanna be nice and celebrate people who are currently following this blog owned by a 5’ teenage ball of weirdass writing and disappointment- I mean yeah.


Silly fluffy Johnlock ficlet that I’m calling “of pistol whipping and purple shirts” lmao

Okay so I haven’t written fanfiction in years although I used to write it all the time and right now I’m investing my soul into a long Johnlock fanfiction and wanted to take a little break from that today by writing this ficlet THAT SHOWCASES MY IMPATIENCE FOR SOME SERIES 4 GARRIDEBS SHIT (and also brighten everyone’s evenings while we deal with the election apocalypse)… and I also wrote this as a tiny early birthday gift for my lovely beta and partner in Johnlock crime, @chrysanthemumsies. ALSO MADALYN YOUR GIFTS IN THE MAIL WILL ARRIVE TO YOU SOON OMFG.

Please anyone who reads this lemme know if it’s good and also wink wink nudge nudge if you’d wanna be tagged when I post my big fanfic because I’m really gonna want feedback on that. 

I also am posting this on my AO3 so check that out and also if you’ve the time, check out Madalyn’s amazing multi-chapter scifi Johnlock AU that I’m beta-ing!


John’s head is pounding. 

“Sherlock, he’ll be alright,” a voice - Lestrade’s - says. “He’s… ah hell, Sherlock… look, he’s coming round now, let him up, you hen-”

John struggles to push himself up on his elbows, awareness coming back to him rapidly, though he suspects he has a concussion. He’s lying on pavement - he recalls falling to meet it after finding himself pistol whipped clean to the temple by the target of their investigation that evening. Police lights flash too bright across his vision, though from only one vehicle, John deduces, so Lestrade must have arrived before the rest of the Yard (not surprising). And Sherlock-

There’s a twist in John’s chest as he turns his head to find Sherlock close, very close, the strangest expression on his face and hands gripping John by the purple silk shirt he’s wearing, and… what?

“And for christ’s sake, what are you two even wearing?” Lestrade’s voice cuts back in. “Don’t tell me you- hell, you’re the bloody weirdest pair I’ve ever met, you know that?”

John shifts back, still on elbows, to better take in the scene Sherlock is presenting him, though his head is still hazy.

“John,” Sherlock says to him, voice tremulous with emotion, and that concerns John, though not so much at that second as does the image of Sherlock wearing his jumper.

He opens his mouth, shaking his head just so in confusion, before the memory comes to him.

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Tainted Love, Ch. 2

For never was a story of more woe

Than this of Juliet, and his Romeo.

PROMPT : A demon with a strong hatred for humankind named Ryan Bergara meets his next victim to destroy. Shane Madej. Though one day, things go wrong, and feelings are confessed. Ryan then does something terrible. The following is what he did, and the jumble of events that lead up to that point.  ~ credit stcrryskies

WORD COUNT : 762 words

NOTE(S) : This was so hard for me to even write the first paragraph for, so bless Jackie for being a life saver and helping me get an idea so I could get things rolling. This literally is trash compared to the first chapter, which Jackie wrote beautifully, but here, have the forbidden demon Ryan fanfiction.

LINK(S) : Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8 , Chapter 9 , Chapter 10 , Ao3 , Wattpad

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anonymous asked:

4 , 8, 15, 16, 23, 42

*screams* My first hardcore fandom I was in was Lost so I know what those numbers mean. *screams*

4. pacejunkie from my first venture into fanfiction as teen. She wrote wonderful stuff and was so encouraging to me even when what I wrote was crap

idiodiconion since I co-wrote a story with her and another author and wouldn’t have without her encouragement 

@dam-man-Ham-fan for sparking the idea of fosterDadLin

8. Early evening

15. I guess anything that not the verse I’m currently writing in?

16. Alex and Lin

23. A star wars story with a self-insert Mary Jane that is a genus padawan that Anakin falls in love with, preventing him from turning to the dark side. I wrote that i middle school and even then I had enough sense to to publish online. 

42. Both depending on what stage of writing I’m on.

I live in Orlando and have an annual pass to Universal Studios. I could visit Hogwarts/Hogsmeade/Diagon Alley everyday, excluding blockout dates. I may even apply for a job there if and when I can. You may say I am an extremely lucky Potterhead. But I feel strangely ashamed of this privilege since I only started getting into Harry Potter 3-4 years ago. Although I have read the books 8 times, cried to wizard rock, wrote a lot of fanfiction, felt real pride over my house (Slytherin), fangirled over the musicals, and all that jazz, I know there are HP fans around the world insaner than I am that will need to offer an arm and a leg to just have a couple days at the WWoH when I could casually decide to go there tomorrow. Then there are those that are so far off at the other side of the world that may never be even able to visit. I feel like we need to start some fan-funds for those cases. No one should be able to miss the magic.

Giving Back - bamcrashkapow - Blackwell Series (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

i wrote some blackwell fanfiction because these games fucked me up and i needed to cope

it’s an alternate ending to epiphany, i don’t want to say much because spoilers but it’s much more open-ended if you get what i mean (exactly what dave & friends didn’t want if memory serves)

i think that the series ended the right way and as for the games themselves I wouldn’t want it to change because i understand why it had to be that way. and damn if it wasn’t the best ending it could be. but i have literally spent the last month stuck thinking and being angsty about these games and i just. i needed this ok i need my precious girl/ghost combo meal. with extra sass please!

…what did i just type

ANYWAY. i wrote this mostly at work and might revisit it at some point to fix certain things (like switching the tea to coffee, like what was i even thinking?) but i’ve spent too much time going over this and just want to put it out there already


Parallels between the T.A.H.I.T.I. I wrote (x) and an actual Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. episode. (Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9)

Excerpt 1: Chapter 11

Excerpt 2: Chapter 12

Excerpt 3: Chapter 13

Excerpt 4: Chapter 13

Excerpt 5: Chapter 9

*Disclaimer: I’m not claiming AoS stole from my fic. I wrote this in between February 14 and March 2. They already had the episode filmed before I even started. I’m simply pointing out the parallels because I think it’s pretty stinking cool.

anonymous asked:

I'm not really sure how to get into the fanfic/OC writing sphere. Any ideas?

Okay so here’s how you do:

  1. Show up uninvited
  2. Throw your fic into the internet void
  3. Perhaps toss in a tap dance for the entertainment of the masses

And I’m absolutely serious about the “show up uninvited” part. If you’re a lurker, especially for a long time, it gives you this sense of “these people who post a lot belong here and are part of the community. I do not post, so I don’t belong here.” Forget that. Write your thing. Post your thing. The single most influential person in your fandom, on some day, showed up here and made their first post as an absolute nobody. 

A few important things. 1) this will probably be nerve-wracking because it’s your first instance of putting yourself out there. It’s okay. When people see a new fic posted, their reaction will be somewhere on a spectrum from “eh, not interested” to “oh heck this looks good!!” No one’s gonna think “Who is this unidentified person coming in to our territory and posting??” 2) Your fic will not necessarily be “successful” especially as the first thing you post.

People look for names they trust with fics. But the only way to become a familiar and trusted name is to post, and post more, and become steadily more recognizable. The first thing you post, you might get a couple people saying “huh, don’t recognize this author but the summary looks good. I’ll check it out.” With the second thing you post, you might get more new people, and you also might get some people from the first group who say “oh, this is the person who wrote (first thing). I enjoyed that! I wonder what this one’s about.” This will build, and there’s no saying at what speed. But the more stuff you post, the more people will recognize you and give it a shot. One of your fics may end up with a “”popular blog/person”” noticing it and giving it attention, which will send more people your way. You might end up chatting with people in the fandom who start to recognize you. Most of my fandom friendships resulted from an interaction along the lines of– them: “Hey aren’t you the person who wrote (thing)? That’s great!” me: “Yeah and aren’t you the person who wrote/drew (thing)? I love that! What’s up?” Prior to that, I was posting for a group of complete strangers and senpais, totally uninvited.

Basically, getting a foothold can definitely take a while. It’s fickle who will see your stuff, and what people are most interested in, and what their standards are. Your earliest stuff may get pretty much nothing, which doesn’t mean it’s bad. It could just mean exposure is difficult.

This wasn’t necessarily meant as a strategy, but what I did that I think ended up being helpful is I posted very very short fics when I first got on tumblr. Like 300-500 word stuff. Which I think got people to stop and skim without much persuasion because it wasn’t asking for a huge commitment. Plus, there were a couple very popular headcanons going around that I loved, so the fics were based on headcanons. Kinda bandwagon-y, though I did it because it was what made me happiest. I’m just saying that in hindsight it likely helped.

I’d say, post your first thing with a “why the heck not?” attitude. That’s how I started too, well before tumblr. Because I knew the very first fanfiction I wrote was getting 0 views sitting on my computer, and might get a couple views (or even reviews!) if I posted it online. The very first thing I posted was the beginning chapter to a Danny Phantom fic to FFN, and it got like 4~ reviews, and that was just wild to me. Because I was brand-spanking-new to internet communities and had no faith in myself as a writer so wrapping my head around the fact that I made 4 complete strangers read my story was incredible.

Starting out on the internet is slow, because there are so many people competing for attention. Basically, go in with 0 expectations and the best “why not” attitude you can manage. Show up uninvited, post your thing, because it is bound to get more attention online than on your computer. A couple people might notice (as I said, my starting number was 4). And some of these people may stick around for the next thing you post. More new people might show up. It’s a snowball effect.

Birthday Cake: Chapter 5

[K guys, last chapter, I’m finally done, hope i had enough fluff for you all in this sequel :)]

Description: Sequel to Chocolate Cake where Adrien makes Marinette a cake for her surprise birthday party. :3

Word Count: 4109

Rating: K

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Marinette gasped and held her hands up to her mouth at the scene before her. She had just gotten back from seeing a wonderful movie with Alya, and now, she came home to…this. To all her friends and family jumping out to greet her on the best day of the year. She couldn’t believe it. 

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