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findingfandomwithafangirl · 7 months

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Wylan Van... Otter? A birthday gift for my beautiful friend, Kam. 💖

Please do not use, edit, or repost my art without permission. Thanks!

#it’s so good #yall #it’s an otter #AND #Wylan!#it’s the best thing ever #sparrow is a gem and an Angel #wylan van eck #shadow and bone

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findingfandomwithafangirl · 2 years

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2K CELEBRATION › 🦜 + heartstopper requested by @djarin (insp.)

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findingfandomwithafangirl · 3 years

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RQG asks for people who love writing long answers

I’m living for y’alls content, wanted to help with some of my own! Here are some asks for ppl who love plotting (but not writing, lol) fanfic.

1. RQG characters are now the characters in another podcast you love. Whose places do they take, and how does this change the narrative?

2. What’s your biggest ‘I would’ve played that so differently’ moment, and how would things have panned out if they’d done it your way?

3. [Choose a character] switches classes. What kind of skills would they now have, and how would it affect the game?

4. Pick a moment from the show that you think would have to change dramatically if it was a fluid story rather than TTRPG. How would it be different?

5. What’s a “mystery” from the show you think you have a great explanation for? e.g. Sasha’s parents, Zolf’s white hair etc.

6. What’s a location you can picture perfectly each time it’s brought up? Describe it.

7. The campaign is now set in your favourite AU, but the plot has to stay roughly same. How do things play out?

8. [Choose a character]. How do you image their appearance and outfits changing throughout the campaign?

9. [Choose a character] is now in a different RPG system of your choice. What are their equivalent class and abilities, in your opinion?

10. Invent a plot for a Harrison Campbell novel; fictional or from canon.

11. [Choose a character]. What do you image them doing post-campaign?

12. If RQG were to be a TV show, which one NPC would you want Alex to voice and why?

13. The party actually get to play Pathfinder without Alex inflicting psychic damage! What is [character]’s character like?

14. Choose a special/side quest. It is now a main campaign. What’s the new narrative?

15. What’s a headcanon you think about all the time but feel you’ve never had an opportunity to share?

(You don’t need to send me asks to reblog; ik some people do that, idm. Have fun!)

#rqg #I don’t think I have an rqg following but I really love these questions so yeah #the rusty quill gaming podcast #ask game #zolf smith #azu rqg #hamid saleh haroun al tahan #sasha rackett #cel sidebottom #grizzop drik acht amsterdam

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findingfandomwithafangirl · 3 years

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She had heard the app described as addicting. And, yeah, sure, sometimes she could lose track of time when on it, but it wasn’t like she was obsessed or anything and she certainly was not addicted. She just liked it.

She enjoyed the community that was ever present. She enjoyed the outspoken anonymity. She had maybe 1000? 2000? Followers on the app. But none of them knew her. She could be an extrovert in silence and she adored it. Not to mention she could project whatever she wished onto the people, the endless faces, she saw scrolling across her screen.

He seems nice she’d think to herself as she sipped warm cider, a book forgotten on her lap and her phone firmly in her hand, thumb moving carefully over the screen. She didn’t know him. Barely seen small pieces of him, but she thought he seemed nice.

God she’s gorgeous she’d blush as a pretty girl smiled at her through her screen. She wasn’t one to date, not normally, but she fell in love with strangers on the internet everyday. And she adored it.

She had things she hated on the app too. She would admit that she was a vain person, selfish, and set in her ways, but that was fine. She could easily cater her own experience to keep the people she found distasteful away from her feed. But the app wasn’t perfect, is anything? And sometimes people who cross her screen and she would sneer. She’d laugh with cruelty, or roll her eyes.

Some unattractive man in his bed, shirtless, complaining about some video game. He was disgusting, she’d decide with no evidence. And she would move on, hoping it would be a while before she would have to see something like that again.

And that was her life. Work, chores, bills, and the app. Sometimes she’d go out, but not often. Sometimes she’d find a new hobby but they quickly got abandoned for the app. And that’s what had happened on that day. She’d been scrolling casually, a cross stitch abandoned on the sofa near her. She was smiling, just slightly, as new faces that she would rapidly forget flashed past her.

Until one didn’t. It didn’t flash past. The next face was the same as the last, and again, and again. She furrowed her eyebrows and groaned. What is this some new trend? Some political thing? It’s stupid. Her thoughts were clear. She didn’t try to hide her disgust at both the repetition and the face itself. It was vile, ugly, and she didn’t want to see it anymore.

She kept scrolling. But it was there. It was getting bigger. It was smiling. It was terrifying. She bristled at it. And it bristled back.

But… no. She must've been imagining it. It was static, only existing in her phone. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t see her. It couldn’t see her, right?

Her finger moved towards the off button on her phone, but the thought of turning off her screen, of returning to the boring life outside of the app, filled her with a sense of fear much deeper than it possibly could.

The app was addictive. And she was overdosing.

She was lost. It was everywhere and it was all over her. It’s long tongue snaked it’s way into her ear. It’s sagging skin rubbed against her arms. It’s teeth sunk into her thigh. It’s eyes never left her own. She couldn’t blink and it burned, but she couldn’t turn her eyes away from the app for long enough even to do that. It was everywhere and everything. And it was seeping into her skin. She couldn’t remember anything besides it. What was her name? Surely she had one. Where did she live? Did she have a house? What even was the name of this app? Why had she downloaded it?

She could not remember. All she knew was it. It was around her and it was her. She was it. It was it.

Sometimes she thought that maybe she had turned off her phone and that she was just staring at herself reflected back on the black screen. She looked like it now. She was it now. She figured that soon enough she wouldn’t even be she. She would fully become it. But then something would lurch and she would be staring out at a new face. Not the way she had before. Not from the outside, but this time from the inside. She was stuck in the app, stuck as it, and she was screaming for help.

If someone who’s face looked kind appeared she’d beg them for help. They all scoffed or rolled their eyes, some even screamed in disgust. They hated her. They hated it. And she was trapped, calling for the people whom she knew but didn’t to help her. Knowing they never would.

#horror #horror story #my writing #writing #short #short story #scary story #scary #the magnus archives #dehumanisation tw #addiction tw

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findingfandomwithafangirl · 3 years

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They Were Still Covered In Blood

A Magnus Archives One-Shot: MAG 200 Spoilers

The first thing Martin noticed was that there was something warm on his skin. Er- no that wasn’t right. The first thing he noticed was that he was still noticing things. He still had skin, and consciousness, and feeling. And there was something warm on his skin. Up his arm, on his shoulder and back. Don’t open your eyes. He whispered to himself. It’s- it’s probably just Jon’s - oh god it’s probably Jon’s blood. The blood he spilt, he killed him. He killed his boyfriend. His love. His world. His... happiness. There was warmth on his face now. Hot tears streaming from his still closed eyes. He could feel Jon twisting in his arms- wait! He could feel Jon twisting. He was... he was moving? Martin wanted to open his eyes, but his fear overpowered his hope and he couldn’t manage.

Suddenly there was a soft thumb pressing against his cheek, wiping away his tears. He tried not to pull away, but at the same time he tried not to relax completely into the familiar but impossible touch. He couldn’t possibly believe Jon was still alive. He’d been the one that stabbed him. He’d done this.

“Martin?” It was Jon’s voice. A little ragged, and missing something Martin couldn’t quite place, but it was him.

Martin laughed, or maybe he sobbed. He opened his eyes finally to see his love’s face. Jon’s eyes were white and glassy and Martin choked back a sob. A second of sorrow mixed with his utter joy. “Jon.” He squeaked, placing his own hands on the other man’s face. They were still covered in blood. But it was dry, it wasn’t warm.

Martin realized that the warmth he had felt had been the sun. It was shining again, and somehow Martin knew, one way or another, they would be alright.

#the magnus institute #the magnus archives #mag 200 #magnus archives #tma #tma season 5 #tma fanfic #jonmartin #jonathan sims #martin blackwood #tma spoilers #mag 200 spoilers #my writing #my fic

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findingfandomwithafangirl · 3 years

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I made a uquiz... I know it’s like super late for this trend thingy idk... anyway take it if you’d like!!

#uquiz #uquiz link #quiz #personality tests #2020

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findingfandomwithafangirl · 3 years

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“On his side, there had been a long-standing jealousy, old as the arrival, or even the expectation of Frank Churchill. He had been in love with Emma, and jealous of Frank Churchill, from about the same period, one sentiment having probably enlightened him as to the other.”

 -Emma by Jane Austen

#not what I usually reblog #but it’s gorgeous #and look at that acting #and Austen’s writing #how the jealousy and love came hand in hand #love this shit #glorious #george knightley #mr knightley #mr. knightley #frank churchill #emma woodhouse #emma x knightley #emma #emma 2020 #jane austen #johnny flynn

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findingfandomwithafangirl · 3 years

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Julie and the Phantoms Week Masterlist

JATP Week is over! Thank you @jatp-week mods for hosting this week! Here is a master list of all of my posts throughout the week.

Day 1: Favorite Character / Reggie

Day 2: Favorite Song / Wake Up

Day 3: Favorite Ship / Willie & Alex

Day 4: Pop Culture / Inside the Boy’s Phones

Day 5: Favorite Friendship / Julie and Her Phantoms + Elements

Day 6: Fanfiction Tropes / Alternate Universes

Day 7: Favorite Quotes / “We’re the revolution that’s been singing in the rain.”

Again, thank you to the hosts! Please check out my original posts if you’re interested!

#jatpweek #julie and the phantoms #jatp week masterlist #Master list #my gifs #gifs

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findingfandomwithafangirl · 3 years

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JATP Week // Day 7: Favorite Quote

Now or Never | “We’re the revolution that’s been singing in the rain.”

#jatpweek #jatp #julie and the phantoms #gifs #my edit #my gifs #julie jatp #julie molina #luke patterson #luke jatp #alex jatp #reggie jatp #jatp songs #now or never #we’re the revolution #jatp week day 7

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JATP Week // Day 6: Fanfiction Tropes

Alternate Universes | “How small we are compared to the infinite parallel universes that exist.”

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JATP Week // Day 5: Favorite Friendship

Julie and Her Phantoms | “And there were all four elements. In endless abundance.”

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JATP Week // Day 4: Pop Culture

A Peak into the Boys’ Hypothetical Phones | “Reggie quit texting me we are in the same room.”

#jatpweek #jatp #julie and the phantoms #jatp alex #jatp reggie #jatp luke #luke patterson #sunset curve #modern au #tech au #edits #my edits #lockscreen #jatp week day 4 #owen patrick joyner #Jeremy Shada #charlie gillespie #*100

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findingfandomwithafangirl · 3 years

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JATP Week // Day 3: Favorite Ship

Willie and Alex | “I was the moon, he was the sun. I was war, he was peace. I was disaster, he was beauty. I was sorrow, he was happiness. He was my salvation, I was his destruction.”