#so I can’t make good fanfics

[turtleblogatlast]

AU where Leo is trapped in the Prison Dimension for months instead of minutes and the only way he gets by with his sanity intact is through recording himself talking to his wrist comm.

When they finally manage to get Leo back and make him rest up to heal, Donnie can’t help but listen to the recordings left behind.

He’s not sure what exactly he’s expecting, only that his subconscious is screaming at him that it has to be heartbreaking, that it has to be torturous.

Instead, what Donnie is subject to is a full thousand hours’ worth of Jupiter Jim and Lou Jitsu crossover fanfiction. More than one part in the series. Spanning well over a million words.

(The worst part is that it’s actually good.)

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt headcanons #donnie keeps the comms going on in the background as he works #when he gets to the end he’s like what the hell…where’s the rest #donnie: leo where’s part nine #leo barely cognizant after not needing sleep for months: whuh- #donnie: you can’t leave it at a cliffhanger. leo. leo where’s the next part. #listen leo has a great memory for his special interests this is CANON plus he’s a great talker so he would totally be able to do this frfr #whenever he needs to be quiet he’s SILENT but otherwise he’s regaling the exploits of his idols to the captive audience that is The Photo #sometimes Krang sneaks up on him and just listens to him talk like ???? #it starts both as leo trying to comfort himself with his favorite things PLUS comfort himself with thoughts of his father #as splinter makes his own crossover fanfiction when sick lol plus he’s Literally Lou Jitsu #and yes krang ALSO gets a bit invested #leo notices the reduction of Ouch but hey more time for rambling fanfic for him 👍 #idk leo’s a damn good actor/liar/planner/schemer and I genuinely think that can pivot into storytelling so well #the literal second mikey’s hands heal donnie zooms to his side with hand stabilizers and a request to draw ‘scene 82 from recording 3’ #mikey’s like what #so obvs now HE needs to listen as he works #he too gets invested #he comes across raph who mentions having trouble sleeping #mikey: have I got the podcast fanfic for you! #it only somewhat helps raph sleep #somewhat bc sometimes he forces himself to stay awake to hear the rest #yes these recordings go to the whole fam and leo is none the wiser #they don’t even mean to hide it it just never comes up lol #it’s only when donnie FINALLY makes it to the end of the recordings that he confronts leo to continue the story #leo: oH YOU HEARD ALL THAT HUH-

[dreagine]

Aroace ink sans I love you…………….

#Te talks #will delete later I’m hysterical n it’s 12am #I’ve been searching for fanfics on ink being aroace #I can’t find any good ones!!!! #there is a CRIMINAL lack of aroace ink content…. #I’m gonna make some but I can’t wait that long #PLEASE!!!! #there is aroace ink stuff out there but a lot of it is smut LMAO😭 I’m not reading that!!!! #siiiiiiiiiigh #I want someone 2 write the most gut wrenching fanfic abt ink being aroace #one that is both sad yet so incredibly touching and warm #I’ll do it for myself I know I can’t just complain BUT!!! #I didn’t say I couldn’t do both😼 #goodnight…….

[isawjamfirst]

its about time i make this

#when a fic is so good u gotta make a cover art for it #i can’t believe im reading this for free god bless #trigun stampede #trigun #trigun fanfic #nicholas d wolfwood #nicholas the punisher #vash the stampede #humanoid typhoon #tristamp #vashwood

[bleue-flora]

Yo! Just noticed it’s the anniversary of when I finished my second fanfic Dreamcatcher, which is the work I actually started to lean into writing fanfiction (since my first work I really just wrote for myself before being encouraged to share it).

So, in honor of that, here is some of the original second nightmare which was actually written from Dream’s pov before I ended up changing it to Punz’s.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Referenced Torture, Blood, Death, Injuries, Profanity.

Dream is wet and panting, in a puddle of watery red flowing into an equally crimson pond to his side, where the non diluted liquid gets thicker.

There’s white fur stuck in it as the body of a dog, slashed to bits lies there next to him. Both sitting in the despairing silence of the box.

Tears form in the corners of his eyes and his vision gets blurry, but he doesn’t let them fall. He just exhales.

Why does everything die around him? Why does everything he dare to care a smidge about get taken from him?

As if to follow his thoughts, the white turns to black. The fluffy bloodied dog shifts into a cat that’s long since stopped breathing. Dream turns his head, and faintly smirks at the sight of the additional body sprawled out on the floor next to him.

He mutters to the corpse under his breath, rolling his eyes, “To be fair, you were being a bitch. Like don’t blame me, you know you d—deserved it… I mean I lasted like—how long before beating your head in? That’s pretty impressive—pretty fucking impressive, you know.”

Tommy’s unmoving body doesn’t respond, just stays there, unmoving and uncharacteristically quiet. His face swollen and bruised, not unlike the innocent cat he beat to death.

Then his body evaporates and Dream finds himself in a new room, accented with black walls and bedrock. It’s detail is perfectly ominous like he wanted.

He’s kneeling, unguarded by armor with an audience of people surrounding him. His heart beats rapidly threatening to burst out of his chest at the danger. But he ignores it.

Indignant, Tommy rips off the mask that always covers his face. Exposing his pale skin to the cool air and the venomously judging faces.

Despite the frustration at his denial of privacy, he doesn’t so much as dignify it with a flinch. It was expected. He was ready. He’s not about to show weakness in front of a crowd.

They are silent as the axe lands, and lands again before lady death finally embraces him.

They are silent as the sword finds its place in his chest and he falls to the ground, bleeding out into the cold stone beneath him.

It’s ok. He knew this would happen. It was expected, it was planned. He didn’t know they’d kill him twice, but it’s fine.

On one life, he makes his way back down with sharp pain running through his veins. Somehow it seems duller than the pain in the prison cell, though it can’t have been less excruciating.

Tommy once again stands above him savagely firing arrows away. As they pierce his flesh and bone, he searches the cold faces around him and listens intently, hoping to hear one sound of objection to his approaching final death.

Surely, someone will say something, right? Surely, someone will oppose his final death, right? Surely, they woundn’t let Tommy kill him off in cold blood. Would they?

But there’s nothing from them. Absolutely nothing. Standing there, dripping in blood, he feels his heart entirely disintegrate into nothing. Leaving only a hollow emptiness in its wake.

Then suddenly he’s freezing from more than just death and despondency. He’s surrounded by ice. Their pillars, tall and sharp, casting the land in a pointed terrain. Despite the bone chilling air and his frozen insides, he stands, planted to the ground, looking at a sign pinned to the glacier. The wood marking the death of his parrot that travelled so far only to die there.

A deep sigh is released from his lungs and the scene smears into broad strokes of colors. Until a well known bleak room encases him in lava and obsidian again.

Sitting there with nothing but the annoying sounds of the prison to keep him company, he wonders if he’s always destined to lose everything. Was it always going to end up like this? Was he always going to end up alone?

#I swear I do plan on expanding this work into a series… I can’t believe it’s been a year and I still haven’t posted any of related fics… oof #blame bad and techno for claiming me attention lol… anyways I do have lots written so it’s coming… :) #leftovers #c!dream #thank y’all so much for your support. kind words. and for encouraging me to write more and making me feel safe to do so and share it. <3 #writing has been really good for my mental health this past year and not only being allowed to do so #but having people enjoy it has been really really healing for me so thank you so much <3 <3 #thanks for being the first fandom that emboldened me to write fanfic <3 #dreamcatcher #dsmp #dreblr #dsmp dream #for real though… I could have written such good arrow and supernatural and maybe even Loki fanfic if I’d know fandoms could be so supportiv #(and that fanfic isn’t just about ships… XD) #dream smp #dsmp fanfic

[cazluvsu]

GOD get married about it or something

<3

#i can’t breathe they’re so #eyes!!!!!!! so bright and lovely!!!!!!!!!!!!! #they’re . So soft. to me personally #wish we got more crumbs but jayson throwing the lob makes me happy #jaylen fake upset about the loss:(he’s happy he at least got 2nd) babe do you still think im sexy even tho i lost to a white g-leaguer 💔💔😭😞 #jayso: Ofc bbygirl *kiss* u did so good *kiss* and i love you *kiss* #the jays #writing fanfic in tumblr tags is my fav hobby Tbh #🩷

[smilesrobotlover]

@skyward-floored has such an amazing fanfic called Castle Town wedding and I needed to draw the scene where Artemis and Warriors reunite 🥺🥺 I always wanted to do HW Zelink but I am so bad at drawing couples stuff. But they touched foreheads and I could totally do that. And Peggy is just such an incredible writer that I just really wanted to draw something involved with this fic. The link to the fic is here I highly suggest giving it a read cuz it’s so CUTE and so good!

#dirty and bloody princess with her pale and weak fiancé do makes wonderful couple #i love them #linked universe #linkeduniverse #zelink #fanfic fanart #PLEASE her fics are so GOOD read them #i love the way she writes Wind he’s just a fun little boy #gosh this fic is so good I can’t stop saying how good it is #cuz it’s SO GOOD

[writinandcrying]

Me: *no inspo to write in months (almost a year) due to writing block on a very specific fic *

Tmnt x reader tag : *angst rottmnt fic of the same topic as the fanfic I have been trying to finish*

Me, who knows how to resolve the plot “in a fluff way” but can’t add it to my on story cuz god forbid im nice to myself: now YOU LISTEN HERE-

#tmnt #seriously the tmnt x reader tag have been blessing with so many good I don’t deserve love #fics and BDBFNFJEK like OK I know what I should write but again I can’t make myself do it :) #cuz it’s based on a true life experience and lol let’s say I got the shortest stick mankind has ever seen #fanfic #writing #writing problems #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt #tmnt x reader

[better-call-mau1]

So I know that Ezra’s flirtation with the Dark Side is generally considered to be his lowest point in the series, and AUs where he’s an inquisitor are almost always tragic and depressing…but for a while I’ve been playing around with an AU that’s basically a cracky dark comedy — one where Deputy Director Wren of the Advanced Weapons Research Division carries on a sometimes-secret-but-other-times-not-so-much romance with the new Grand Inquisitor. 🤪 For some reason I’ve had a ton of fun writing dark!Sabezra from their own Imperial POV, so I wanted to share this meet-cute (or meet-evil?) snippet:

“You know, this would have been a lot easier if you were already dead!”

“Do you expect me to apologize for that?!”

“Yes, yes I do! This entire errand is completely beneath me!”

As a Mandalorian — even if her people reviled her — Sabine had no particular affinity for Force-wielding maniacs. The galaxy was a lot better off without thousands of do-gooder Jedi frolicking from system to system, starting wars and spreading chaos on their endless crusade to convince themselves of their own piety. She knew significantly less about the Sith and their acolytes, but after a total of twenty minutes in the company of the Grand Inquisitor, she couldn’t say that her opinion had improved much.

“Too bad for you, Governor Tarkin wants me back in one piece,” she spat. Brushing hair out of her face, she peeked from behind the stack of supply crates to fire a few more shots at Saw Gerrera’s terrorist minions, still pouring out of the base by the dozen. “Half of these traitors are wearing stolen Imperial armor. If High Command stopped dumping credits into Stardust and gave me what I needed to mass-produce the Duchess, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

The inquisitor’s red blade hummed past her ear as he swatted a blaster bolt back across the airfield, striking a Tognath directly between the eyes. Standing over her, shielding them both from the Rebel volley with one arm folded behind his back, he did cut an impressive figure — tall and broad-shouldered with his dark hair tied into a knot and beard trimmed meticulously, he wielded a cold resolve that Sabine was very glad to have on her side at the moment…not that she’d admit as much, of course.

“In case you didn’t notice,” he hissed, “I’m wearing Imperial armor too!”

“Believe me, I noticed!”

As miserable as her capture had been, her rescue wasn’t going very well either. Gerrera’s men had blown up the inquisitor’s TIE before they could escape, and the old Republic airbase — now a Rebel airbase, she supposed — was nestled in the heart of a canyon, providing an irritatingly effective natural defense against enemy fighters and bombers. Their reinforcements were already long overdue, but at this point, nothing less than a platoon of death troopers could drive off the swarming rebels.

With a flick of his wrist, the Grand Inquisitor sent a thermal detonator sailing back the way it’d come. “I’ll be having words with Admiral Konstantine when we return,” he snarled, which Sabine understood as a rough translation for, “I’ll be throttling Admiral Konstantine when we return.”

But ‘when’ seemed to be a bit optimistic. She knew that even with the Rebels’ archaic weaponry and pitiful training, it would only be a matter of time until the two of them were overwhelmed.

Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted an Ishi Tib and Twi’lek setting up a heavy blaster cannon on a tripod — and as amusing as it might’ve been to watch the broody, quippy dikut beside her get smoked like a womp rat, she needed him alive if she had any chance of surviving herself. (Also, as an artist, she couldn’t bear to see a face like that pulverized by a bunch of insurgent rubes.)

Raising her blaster, she fired three shots: the first struck the Ishi Tib in the flank, sending him stumbling into his comrade; the second caught the Twi’lek in the gut, right as he began to unload on their position; and the third took out the leg of the tripod, which collapsed onto its side, spraying those nearby with a short burst of friendly fire.

“You’re welcome!” she barked. With a sharp elbow to his thigh (a very well-muscled thigh, as it turned out), she earned herself an indignant huff, probably the closest the inquisitor ever came to expressing gratitude.

#I’ve already got a ficlet planned where Sabine has to file a workplace relationship disclosure form #and Krennic is like “uhhhhhh if Dr. Wren is in a serious relationship that might mean MARRIAGE and BABIES and that’s not good for quotas” #so he hides from her for weeks until he gets a midnight visit from the GI #needless to say the form gets signed lol #but Sabezra bragging about each other’s evil shenangins to their coworkers???? #Galen Erso: “Should I put you down with a plus one for the office Life Day party?” #Sabine: “Nah better make it a minus three instead. My husband can’t go anywhere without killing at least four people hahahaha.” #and of course… #Ezra: “My wife invented this weapon that incinerates Mandalorians by turning their ancient cultural heritage against them!” #Vader: “The ability to incinerate Mandalorians is insignificant next to the power of the Force.” #Ezra: “Yeah yeah yeah I know but it’s just so cool!!!!” #sabezra #sabine wren #ezra bridger #sabezra fanfiction #my fanfic

[m00nc4kes]

i’ve reread both parts of ily and uh i didn’t realize what i had put y’all through

my god-

#no cuz why am I THE ONE TEARING UP???? #I WROTE IT #Had me clutching my heart and for WHAT #i just can’t leave them like this #i took a walk and listened to a good playlist so i think i have an idea on how i want this to go #part 3 soon maybe???? #m00n's stuff #but uh thank you guys for liking my stuff #it makes me happy that you’re invested in my insane flower metaphorical fanfics

[konodimada]

More thoughts on Bruabba no one is surprised but I’m obsessed with the fanfics that portray Bucciarati as reluctant to enter into a relationship with Abbachio because he’s technically kind of Abbachio’s boss. Not because it would be an issue if they broke up, not because of anything reasonable, just the optics of dating someone who is technically his subordinate. Like is Passione’s Head Mafioso of Human Resources gonna call them into his office? Have a talk about office romances and power dynamics? Gonna make them take one of those two hour HR courses? It’s up there with “Bruno does paperwork” for me as a fanfic trope.

#mine #bruabba #jjba #bruno bucciarati #leone abbachio #and I also know it’s meant to make Bruno look principled #but I seriously can’t see anything besides Bruno imagining the HR paperwork this would rain on him and getting a headache #it’s so funny to me #polpo mediates and makes them sign a declaration of romantic intention within the office form #bruno has to take an HR course on interpersonal relationships within and without the workplace #I have big love for the fanfics that treat the mafia like a nine to five it makes me giggle #“hmm dating your subordinate. That’s unethical. good thing this is the mafia and we kill people and sell drugs.” “what was that last one?” #”nothing bucciarati.” #like YOURE THE MOB WHY IS THIS YOUR ETHICAL LINE IN THE SAND #YOUVE KILLED PEOPLE #also yeah bucciarati canonically sees Abbachio as his equal and looks up to him as an elder I know #abbachio is a whole six months older than bruno but that’s just being gay in your 20s

[crazy-fangirl2524]

there’s something so inherently wrong with me when i tick to include major character death in the warning for ao3

#my coping mechanism is literally reading the angsty fics #but I still could never ever actively look for fics where Neil dies first because I can’t bear to read andrew suffering so I just read fics #where andrew dies first LMAO #I know people mostly prefer to read fluff to make themselves feel better and that has never been me LMAO #maybe my life is too good yk that’s why I need some angst #or maybe my life is so boring I need angst #or it’s a secret third thing #where my life is so bad nothing can be worse than major character death :) #just kidding I’m just bored and I need angst in my life because that’s what I’m used to and I don’t have it irl so I search for it in fics #just kidding my life is just boring and I’m a masochist #ao3 #archive of our own #ao3 stuff #fanfiction #fanfic #fics

[kh4osinkarnate]

I had a dream that q!slime (but also somehow q!pac and q!tubbo as if they were the same person) got transferred to another prison via being drvgged and kidnapped, forced to be alone. There were so many attempts at escape through this massive and empty prison, it always felt so empty despite the federation workers always behind and trying to catch him when he would run away there was a giant wall surrounding the area, but eventually there was escape, but not without finally comeing across like a q!cellbit, q!mouse, and one other person that I can’t decipher. Then the person I was looking through became fully alimescicle, and juanaflippa was there.

But all 4 of them were romantic and then the charecter, q!slime, I was looking through started singing after they finally were able to escape for a bit they got outside the wall, and started trying to make their way to the others. Q!charlie started singing and finally opening up about how got must have forgotten or hated him as he was going through his life. The song was beautiful, but I can’t remember the exact words or melody. But it was beautiful.

Then the song became tragic as the federation bear workers finally found. Them. Everything went slow motion, and everyone’s faces went from being worried about what slime went through with his song, to horror and desperation. Then the scene is cut to slime, who was now morphing with tubbo as well now, and they lay on the ground with a sword in his side. You see tubbo’s spirit in the white expanse of death with Fred, and they hug and embrace each other. Slime, I couldn’t see his spirit but there was simply profound peace knowing that in the end, he knew he was loved and treasured beyond all measure.

Then cut to the future with juanaflippa playing in a playground, but she is heavily effected by the death of her father. She always appears sorrowful and doesn’t play with any of the kids at the playground where everything was now taking place. There then were strings with loops on the end, like some for of wrist ties, but those symbolized the bonds between all the 4 of them. There were blue, green, grey, and red strands that were just gently draped across the monkey bars. The ends flew in the gentle breeze as Juan’s flippa walked underneath them and the view focuses to those strands. Then everything exits out.

It was like watching an animatic, and the emotions and essence of the dream cannot be accurately put into words. It was truely something beautiful and sorrowful at the same time.

Thank you for reading this semi-unreadable ramble.

#qsmp #qtubbo #q slimecicle #qcellbit #q mouse #qsmp prison #charecter death #dream #dreams #symbolism #there was just so much talk I can’t even. like holy fuck if I had the ability to make an animatic I would copy this dream exactly as an #animatic I swear to god. it was the most emotional thing I’ve ever seen: it was like reading a really fucking good au fanfic and an animatic #was made for it and I was reading and watching the animatic and fanfic at the same time. #I need q!slime to let himself feel vulnerable and safe. #I need Fred and qtubbo to reunite in qsmp 2024 so badly. #yall dont understand #i need this #I need it more than I need air

[un-pearable]

the sheer volume of titans tower aus are the most baffling thing to me because fic fandom treats it like this Core Event that his entire life is oriented around… they always treat tim like he’s a newbie who just picked up a bo staff five minutes ago when that couldn’t be further from the truth. he’s existed for over a decade at that point. he’s had over a hundred issues of a solo, not even touching his appearances anywhere else. in universe, he’s been robin for at least 3-4 years. he had AN ENTIRE OTHER TEAM who’s series ran for three years and had comics wide crossovers twice. he was enlisted in a war. he’s time traveled. he’s been to apocalips. he’s not a little baby who’s in too deep that kid’s been to space.

#tim drake #sorry i can’t get over the space thing. the real badge of superherodom in my opinion is GOING TO FUCKING SPACE #that’s not normal!!!! not everyone gets to do that!!!! even mkst superheroes don’t do that!!! much less MULTIPLE TIMES #he coowned a entire ass spaceship for a while even. imagine talking to a fourteen year old who had been an astronaut. do you see where im #coming from. #this is not be being supportive of the equally frustrating other end of the spectrum where they make him ridiculously hyper competent #and flanderized in the exact opposite direction. the whole point of tim is that he is (allegedly) The Normal One who CHOSE to become a hero #bc he sincerely believed he could help people and that they deserved it. the tragic backstorying came later. he is just a guy. #however he is the FURTHEST from a baby like half of TTAU fic writes him as. ESPECIALLY by the time the actual damn event rolls around #go read teen titans 2003 no. 29 i swear the world is so much more interesting than fanfic makes you believe #text✨ #dc stuff #batfam #not that that issue is particularly good. i’m just saying. the way fanon treats it as a Keystone Event is WEIRD #< draft clearing jay here. i was weirdly mad about this but i stand by it #posting time i guess

[southerndragontamer]

Egotober Day 15: Strong

Strength came in many forms, not just physicality. Strength of character, of heart was just as important. Being a hero, Jackie had strength in spades. But it was times like this that tested it, as he stared unflinchingly up into toxic green from where he was holding up the wall of a building to let the inhabitants get outside.

He should’ve known Anti would show up, he always did when there was trouble or things had been too calm. The hero had to grit his teeth in a low growl as the glitch’s face twisted with that demented Cheshire grin of his and he giggled.

“Having a bit o’ trouble hero?~”

Jackie huffed out a breath and he bit his tongue, as much as he wanted to snap at Anti he had more important things to worry about right now. He felt the integrity of the wall crumbling more under his hold, more weight added onto his arms. He exhaled as he heard the bricks hit the ground, the startled shrieks of the crowd from the impacts. The sound of the rescue workers rushing as fast and safe as they could inside to get the civilians out.

He tensed, hair rose on the back of his neck as he heard crackling electricity close to his ear. He shuddered and felt his heart pick up in adrenaline fueled nerves as claws curled around one shoulder.

“Ignorin me now are we? Tsk, tsk, tsk~ Ye know t’at’s a bad idea Jackieboy….I t’ought ye had learned by now. Might have to teach ya anot’er lesson.”

Jackie felt bile crawl up his throat and resisted the urge to gag at the thought of another ‘lesson’. The last one had left him coughing up blood and his ribcage ached in phantom pain. He didn’t move, he didn’t acknowledge Anti. He couldn’t afford to have his focus split-pain lanced down one arm as those deadly claws sunk into his shoulder.

He grit his teeth as muscles spasmed and tightened, he held back the instinct to twist his arm to dislodge them. He dug his fingers into brick and mortar instead in an attempt to stay singular focused. The glitch hummed, the sound brought a smirk to the hero’s mind as the only kind of warning he got.

Then everything lit up in white hot agony.

Jackie clenched his jaw as tight as he could not to scream, his body wanted to convulse but he didn’t let it. He held himself in position as the wall creaked and groaned, bricks tumbled down around him onto the street. His heart skipped beats and stuttered in his chest as his ears rang with the sound of harsh static mixed with panicked screams, the racing footsteps in the building. He felt like his teeth would crack under the pressure as the voltage amped up in response.

Anti didn’t want his attention on anything else but the pain, but him as he struggled to keep his hands still. He couldn’t falter, he couldn’t let go, he had to be strong. His vision swam and began to blur, thoughts fuzzed and tormented. The hero didn’t know how long he could take this, the pain just kept coming and it increased with every second that passed- the force of nature hissed smugly against his skin like it read his mind.

“I can stop Jackie, make all t’e pain go away~ All ye gotta do is one little thing~”

Anything, he’d do anything if it meant the pain stopped. There was a pleased hum that brought to mind a cat with prey before a twisted croon against his ear.

“Say my name Jackieboy~ Say my name and it stops~”

Jackie barely remembered his own name, he couldn’t think- the pain was so bad. His muscles locked in place from his stubbornness not to move, not to scream. His senses all transmitted suffering, torment, the crackling and hissing of the lightning the only sound he heard above his own heartbeat. The hero couldn’t focus…everything started to dim. His eyes fluttered and he caught a flash of feral, wicked neon green…he felt a hand on his cheek, claws softly traced his face and teased the edges of his mask. It felt like his mouth moved on its own and his voice forced itself out barely above a breath. Only heard between the two of them.

“Anti.…”

The pain stopped instantly, he started to sway midair as his body began to go limp. The wall crumbled and collapsed against his body and he hit the street hard, unable to hold himself up. As Jackie slid into the darkness of unconsciousness there was a chuckle among the shouting of civilians and workers who scrambled to his side to tend to him.

“Sleep well hero, see you soon~”

#Jackieboy Man #Homemade Hero #Antisepticeye #Glitch Demon #Jacksepticeye Ego #Jacksepticeye Fandom #Fanfic #South Writes #Egotober 2023 #Did I *have* to make this one have hints of Hero/Villain? #No I didn’t but you can’t tell me that it wouldn’t be like this #So you can either read this as ship or in a classic villain and hero look #Either way is valid! #I can see this being a case of #‘He is my rival only *I* get to mess with him and hurt him/he’s *mine* to fight no one else gets involved’ #Jackie is a hero in all the ways you see from superhero media #Stubborn determined good hearted beyond self sacrificing and tired #Anti likes to use that against him when he pushes at those morals of his #that strength Jackie carries that he wants to break through #As another way to put it Jackie is ‘stubborn himbo and sunshine’ and Anti is ‘Don’t you just wanna go apeshit?’ in response XD #And yes he’s fine! he gets to a hospital and has to endure Henrik’s worried lecturing while he heals #Electrocution TW #Torture TW

[if-music-be-the-food-of-love]

I have to keep pinching myself to remember that the last two episodes are canon and not fanfic.

They really happened. We aren’t all having a collective fever dream. Eddie’s finally in therapy, finally facing his thoughts and fears. Chris called Buck. Buck broke down the door. Buck was in the room. Buck gave Eddie his heart. Buck “misunderstood the assignment.” They’re at last broaching the topic of the shooting. Buck’s out there husbanding and parenting his heart out, and Eddie’s letting him. Eddie’s letting him in. Eddie’s letting him take care of them, and I’m—

Eddie’s letting him bc they are a family, and this is not a fic.

#it’s like fanfic come to life and my mind can’t process it #buddie #husbands husbanding #911 fox #last week I couldn’t stop screaming about how fic-like the episode was #and we got even more this week #just scraping the surface gave me such joy and then we got even more #and they were so LOUD about it #I mean— #he drew a cutesy little heart and Eddie picked up his and Chris’s TOGETHER #the whole episode is leaning towards family screaming family and we’re all sitting here after years of fics dumbfounded that they are coming #alive on our screens #years of fics leading up to this and yet I would never have guessed it would happen like this #yet it’s so perfect #it makes so much sense #I love a good slow burn and here we are chugging into a cozy campfire #911onfox

[starberryplant]

I’ve heard about the headcanon that Crowley can’t see the stars because of his snake eyes and I got curious and decided to google if snakes can see the stars, and oh boy let me show you what I came across:

I had heard that Crowley can’t see the stars because snakes have bad vision (which is true) but I never knew this syndrome existed so I propose another layer to the hc where Crowley literally cannot even try to look at the stars because doing so makes him ill, or even that Crowley looking at the stars is symbolic of the pain that he’s feeling, because the website also mentions this -

I could see this happening in season 3, where Crowley is so utterly devastated over Aziraphale leaving. He’s heartbroken, miserable, angry, and probably drunk out of his mind, and he can’t stand being in a world without his angel because that angel /was/ his world. He’s so sad that all he can do is look up at the stars that he can’t see, because losing the love of his life made him deathly ill. Maybe he’s trying to look at the stars or maybe he’s trying to see Aziraphale in heaven, but either way it's a symptom of his massive heartbreak.

I've also included the website below:

#don’t mind me #I’ll just be over here sobbing #idk if Neil knew about that but it’s so insanely specific I can’t get over it #someone please make a fanfic of this #aziraphale you need to consult with Crowley's veterinarian immediately #good omens #good omens headcanons #aziraphale #crowley #neil gaiman