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saw something that made me do a double take so: poll

1. for the purposes of this poll, if you have ever written any amount of fanfiction, even just a sentence, even if you don’t post it, that counts

2. if you write fanfiction but don’t read it please tell me why. i want to study you

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It's not an "abandoned" WIP, I didn't intentionally leave it in the forest to die and forget about it, it is a lost wip who wandered into the forest despite my pleas not to. I sit at the edge of the forest every day and hear it calling for help but there is nothing I can do. It is a haunting wip

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Fanfic writers are like crows. If you give them treats (comments) they will bring you shiny things (fanfic)

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[meeting a gay couple for the first time] So, which of you wears the lace nightgown and runs away from the gothic manor, and which stands ominously silhouetted in the window?

#MEEEEE #thats me in the nightgown #running away in the dark with a fancy amulet or smth #i deserve it!

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If you ever tagged me to do one of those tag game thingies and I never did it:

1) Thank you, seriously. Those are fun and being included shows that my followers care enough to want to learn more about me.

2) Very sorry about that, it’s extremely likely that I said to myself “Cool! But I’m busy at the moment, I’ll have to do this later today or tomorrow” before proceeding to just straight-up forget, now it’s too far back in my notifications and/or your blog to find again.

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Yor is awake in an instant.

She remains perfectly still, eyes closed. Her breathing doesn't change, even and seamless despite the way her heart thuds just a tiny bit faster.

She's not alone in the dark.

It happens sometimes -- when she wakes up. She had lived alone for so long that even after all these months she still forgets that she shares an apartment with two other people. The room still feels unfamiliar, the noises of other people through the walls. She's always been a light sleeper, far too aware of the dangers of this world.

After all, she is one of them.

When she was younger, it was her responsibility to look out for Yuri. And it only takes a second for that instinct to take hold. But this time, it isn't her brother she needs to protect.

"Miss Anya," she breathes, acutely aware of the distant whimpers from the room next door.

She's flying down the hall in less than a second, quietly slipping into Anya's room and scanning the shadows for any sign of trouble.

Nothing. The window is shut tight and there is no trace of an intruder. All that catches her eye is the Anya-sized lump buried under the blankets, crying softly.

Yor realizes she's clutching a stiletto blade in her hand, and quickly stashes it behind a stuffed animal on the shelf by the door. Agent Ducky can hold on to it for a little while.

"Miss Anya!" She dashes to her bedside, kneeling and gently prying the blankets back an inch. A tiny hand reaches out to hold the blanket in place and then freezes.

"Mama?" a tiny, shaking voice asks.

"I'm here," Yor promises. "Would you like to come out from under the blanket?"

A mop of pink hair emerges, and then two shining green eyes. Her cheeks are wet. "I had a dream that they took me away from you and Papa," she admits, trying to fight back more tears.

"Oh, Anya," Yor scoops her into a hug. "I'm never going to let anyone take you away from us."

I'd kill anyone who tried, she vows.

Anya stiffens in her arms, and Yor realizes she has never been very affectionate with the girl until now. However, the moment Anya relaxes, she realizes just how much she enjoys holding her.

My daughter, she realizes, eyes widening in the dark. Anya makes a pleased sound and nestles even deeper into her shoulder, tears staining Yor's nightgown.

Loid is shocked the next morning to find Yor curled up on Anya's too-small bed, a mess of pink hair cradled in her arms as both sleep soundly. He lets himself smile and feels his heart swell. This mission has turned out to be dangerous in a way he had never anticipated.

#self reblog #gonna put both of these up

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Anya has nightmares.

Normally, she sleeps like the dead, exhausted from school and all of the activities that Papa makes her do so he can save the world. She helps Mama with her nightly chores and climbs into bed and conks out the moment her head hits the pillow.

But sometimes she remembers them. Lab coats and needles and sterile white rooms. Sometimes she's been captured and theres a gun and Papa Bondman is too far away.

Hiding under the blankets with Chimera-san isn't enough sometimes.

So she grips him tight in her arms and winces at the cold wooden floor beneath her feet and doesn't let herself think about papa's scolding as she quietly nudges his door open.

He jolts awake at the slightest turn of the knob.

There's no one in the room with him, but there is a sliver of less-dark from the hallway and the sound of panting breaths.

Too high and short to belong to an adult, he realizes in an instant.

"Anya," he breaths, already beginning to climb out of bed, and the door opens another inch.

"Papa?" Her voice is a faint whisper. She stands at the foot of his bed, clutching her stuffed animal. "I had a bad dream."

He should feel annoyed at the weakness, the neediness. Instead, his heart swells with pride that she would choose to come to him. That he makes her feel safe.

"Alright." He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. His other hand discreetly moves the gun beneath his spare pillow so that Anya won't accidentally find it or, heaven forbid, set it off in the night. Her eyes widen in surprise, and he feels a pang of regret that she would be so shocked at him accepting her into his bed -- actually acting as a father would. Maybe he hasn't been warm enough too her.

He lets her climb onto the bed, crawling over the duvet and curling up to lay beside him. She pokes at the pillow inquisitively, seemingly satisfied at its lack of response before laying down.

"Thank you, Papa," she murmurs, already half asleep once more. Loid gently tucks the blankets around her before laying down again.

Maybe he should stop sleeping with a gun in his bed.

#self reblog #since everyone is talking abt this show today

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Thanks to @teenwerewoofs for inspiring the fic idea! The only downside is that my turnaround time for writing is apparently 1.5 years <3

The Long Game Steter | 17k | T

“Okay, Peter, it’s you and me, bud,” he jokes. “Fine,” Peter replies at once. “Huh. That was…fast. You got no objections to walking me down the aisle, creeperwolf?” “Why not?” Peter gives a lazy shrug, like he really could not care less about this stupid joke. He lays his head back down and closes his eyes. Right back to feigning his little nap. “See you in eight years.” Mostly as a joke, Stiles arranges a marriage pact with Peter. The only thing is, he can’t stop thinking about it after.

Read on AO3

#FABULOUS #other ppls stuff #steter #aurevell

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unsung benefit i think a lot of ppl are sleeping on with using the public library is that i think its a great replacement for the dopamine hit some ppl get from online shopping. it kind of fills that niche of reserving something that you then get to anticipate the arrival of and enjoy when it arrives, but without like, the waste and the money.

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So we all know that Tumblr is US-centric. But to what degree? (and can we skew the results of this poll by posting it at a time where they should be asleep?)

Reblog to increase sample size!

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i want 60 thousand votes by next thursday

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I wish I didn't have all this classwork to do i wanna write more rdr2 fic... I miss arfur

#clare screams

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anyway the actual point of fandom is to inspire each other. reading each other's fics and admiring each other's art and saying wow i love this and i feel something and i want to invoke this in other people, i want to write a sentence that feels like a meteor shower, i want to paint a kiss with such tenderness it makes you ache, i want to create something that someone else somewhere will see it and think oh, i need to do that too, right now. i am embracing being a corny cunt on main to say inspiring each other is one of the things humanity is best at and one of the things fandom is built for and i think that's beautiful

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people are really looking at stats to determine if a fic is worth reading? no wonder fics that never got popular at the first drop never had a chance 💀

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The point of fiction is actually to put that guy in a situation™️, and he might try to tell you the point is to then get him out of the situation, WRONG, second situation