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puhmpken · 1 month

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This has been edited + proofread! 🥳🍾

WRITTEN/EDITED BY: @puhmpkins-blog 🎃

W/C: 1,400

A/N: Yay my first actual story! I have been wanting to publish this, I just didn’t know where to start! I really hope you enjoy :))

༻Prologue: The Ominous Welcome༺

The wind gushed in your ears as you felt the breeze pass through your scalp..

Am I falling?

You had that one moment of thought before thick red grass covered your vision and the thick sensation impact started a burning sensation from all around your body as you began to cough, struggling to grasp air , turning to your back..you laid on the grassy ground motionless

Questions swirled your head as you stared up to the red sky. Your mind was loud only finding relief when listening to the sound of the dry breeze that would pass and the ruffles of dead’s leafs that would kick up off the ground and move with the drift, slowly you sat up as you finally looked around at your surroundings.

You were in a what look to be a forest or swap of some type, the way the trees laid sprawled and sort of visible dirt road with the tracks of who walked through the area

Standing up, and brushing yourself off you noticed the attire you were wearing: a ruffled black skirt with a slight hole in the hem towards the bottom with a neutral color off the shoulders sweater.

Your walk is somewhat shaky when making your way slowly to a nearby pond, getting close to the what seemed to be swampy water you saw a reflection..

“WHO IS THAT!?!!” panickingly moving away from the water with look of bewilderment written all over your face,

Creeping back to the water and poking your head slowly into frame and seeing the reflection mimic your actions

“That’s ME?!” You exclaimed as you got close to it raising a hand slowly you touch your face as your reflection mimic your actions

“I feel so different..” You said gently grabbing on your face and moving it side to side, looking at your finer and sharper features.You were on earth before this, you could’ve sworn you were a human but now you're a creature of some sort.

Your regular teeth were replaced with pointy sharp teeth that looked like it could tear through any type of texture, your once bright (e/c) was replaced with a orangey green color, your pupils change dramatically to now being diagonal slits, your once (s/t) was now a pale bluish purple color, it resembled the same type of color as if you were suffocating and your hair stay relatively the same the only difference is it got a bit long, natural if went to your (h/t) but now it went all the way to your upper back past your shoulders

Without a moment of hesitation you shot yourself away from the pond breathing in a heavy breathe as you huffed out, “Okay this is nothing I can’t get use too” You said to yourself as you were mentally panicking holding your hands together in-front of you, you slightly shake as you began walking following the dirt road

Moments pass before you hit a clearing, you could hear now in the distances the bustling sound of a city or hopeful people which was a good sign, you continued following the direction of noise

“Wow..” You breathed out as you pushed past the big red bushes that separated the swamp from the city. You took in the site of where you were at a bustling big city, as you gawked with no thought, you were standing on a busy sidewalk taking in the views before being stumbling with your steps ‘did i just get pushed?’ you question in your head before hearing out loud a starkly comment

“Move your ass. We are trying to walk, you stupid bitch!” You immediately took a double take, cracking your head to the person that shoved you as you gave the look of displeasure before scoffing and rolling your eyes, you follow the sidewalk

Your lost in your own mind as you took everything in the billboards, the streets building, the cars! Practically everything, you walked aimlessly before your eyes caught the sight of a big building with lights emitting off of it as the words read in bold

“NEXT EXTERMINATION DAY

80 DAYS”

You raised your eyebrow ‘extermination day?’ you questioned out as you began to walk past the building

Hours felt like they passed by in minutes and your aching legs told you to stop and rest up for a second. Not having much of a choice you look at the building that was close to you before shrugging your shoulders

‘This will be good enough’ You thought as you walk into the bar the first thing you heard was the sound of steady jazz playing as their was chatter but not to overly loud, you looked around before you made your way to the bar counter taking a seat at a empty spot next to some strangers that you didn’t pay mind too. Looking around you noticed all the different types of creatures you were around, having a puzzled look written on your face your trance was broke with a stern

“Hey, you ordering’ or are you just going to sit” A ruffy voice bartender said, your eyes meant yellow eyes with the puilps being slits that momentarily freaking you out, before getting a better look. The person or in now this case the cat bartender, had many feline features you chalk up looking at the face, he look like a common house cat with a bow and black top hat

You shook your head as you heard him say with annoyance “Well..”

“No, no. I don’t have money..” Your voice was quiet and under your breath if it wasn’t for his cat ears the bartender would’ve never heard you,

“So you just came here to seat?” He question with a dead tone as his eyebrows ruffle together the look of confusion was evident on his face before he roll his eyes and grimace something under his breath

Assuming that was your cue to leave, you began to raise from your cushion seat only to have a short glass cup be placed down in-front of you making you look down at the drink, then the cat bartender, shaking your head you move the drink away from you politely

“I can’t pay for it” You said as the cup was moved back to infront of you as the bartender stood semi in-front of you as he cleaned out a wet glass cup with a red rag

“Don’t worry about it. It’s on the house” He said as he looked at your figure standing half way up as you nervously chuckle a bit before sitting down

“Huskier” He said as he watched you eye the drink before lifting it and taking a sip of it, you didn’t taste alcohol in fact you actually just taste.. “Is this juice?” You questioned before going in for another sip pointing to the drink, as you place the cup down on the wooden bar counter “Oh! I am also y/n” you spouted out with a smile displaying your sharp teeth as the bartender look at you before looking away once you seen his eyes drift to your sharp teeth making you immediately stop smiling and going to a close grin, he nodded his head putting down the now dry glass cup

“It is.” He said kinda clearing his throat “Thought you can use it.” He said, focusing on grabbing the bottles he needs before starting up the conversation again catching your attention immediately, “You're new around here aren’t you?” He said as he began to work on what you assume to be a drink, adding stuff to a metal cup before putting a top on it and shaking it up and down close to his body

Watching his moves with curiosity written in your eyes you answer

“I am! I actually just got here”

“I see..” He said before pausing and then continuing “Well best not to go around telling other sinners that..easily” He said with a dry chuckle as he poured out a drink from the cup he was previously shaking “They’ll eat you alive, of course in a literal sense.” with a sly smirk coming to his face as he look over too you

Confusion plagued your face, “They'll eat me?” You repeat back to him using his own words with a tone laced with confusion

“You're in hell.”

EXTRA!!EXTRA!!

Husk: So, you’re a liquor kind of gal, eh? *slides a shot across the bar*

Y/N: Um, well, I’ve had a few drinks as a human, but never something as hardcore as a straight shot…

Husk: Ah, a virgin liver!*dry laughs* Well! Here’s your initiation. Bottoms up~!

[Later, on the dance floor]

Drunk Y/N: Husk!! Look at meee! Do you see me meow~?! *slurs with a grin and giggling uncontrollably*

Husk: *facepalms* Oh, for fuck sake…

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officialmiintee · 6 months

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and i say!! LET! THEM! COOK! Time for some original art!

Something is definitely brewing! Looking for the most bitter angst tropes? The sweetest fluff tropes? Maybe hot and steamy tropes for some extra spice?

#artists on tumblr #original art #fanficition trope #fanficiton #trope #fanfic trope #fic trope #mint archive ; art

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peterpparkrr · 2 years

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(Not) the same as it was | A Bridgerton Series

Series: (Not) the same as it was

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x OFC

Summary: Anthony Bridgerton and Miss Josephine Saville were the love match of the 1803 season. But when tragedy struck in May of 1803 the trajectories of their lives permanently altered. 1814 brings them both back to London for the social season. However, they now return as new versions of themselves as the Viscount Bridgerton and Dowager Countess Wescott. Though much has changed in the decade they’ve spent apart, they still find themselves helplessly drawn to one another. Will the pair reconcile their pasts, or will the destruction of their young love prove to be an irreversible schism?

Warnings: Death of minor characters, grief/loss, angst

Prologue

Ch. 1

Ch. 2

Ch. 3

Ch. 4

Ch. 5

Ch. 6 - coming soon!

#Bridgerton #Bridgerton Series #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton series #anthony bridgerton fanfic #anthony bridgerton imagine #anthony bridgerton x ofc #anthony bridgerton x original character #anthony bridgerton x oc #bridgerton imagine #bridgerton fanfic #bridgerton fanficition #bridgerton reader insert #anthony bridgerton reader insert #anthony bridgerton x female reader #anthony bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton x reader #not the same as it was series

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jaybutnotthebird · 11 months

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Being Rocky’s dad like

(here’s the link to ao3) https://archiveofourown.org/works/47538889

"come again?" Asked Ivy "Mh. He's my second dad. I haven't seen my other dad since I was like, five" Ivy looked at Rocky like he had grown a second head "What do you mean your other dad?" "I got two" he continued, not even lifting his gaze from his syrup soaked pancakes "he was working far from home untill my mom got worse. Then they switched places: my first dad took mom to a hospital in another city and my second dad came over to take care of me. He even took on his same job" Ivy looked at Freckle, who didn't seem faced at all, like everything coming out of Rocky's mouth made complete sense to him. "What is he talking about?" "Mh" Freckle shallowed his pancakes and explained "my aunt had two husbands. After she died and one of them stayed working on another city, only one of them remained. He's the one Rocky means when..." "Hold on" Ivy interrupted him "you can't have two husbands. Its... Right? You can only marry one person. Unless they're dead. Is that what you mean? Your mom remarried after your dad died?" "No, no. My mom married both of them before she died. My second dad was working far from home until she passed away" "That doesen't make any sense" "I mean sure, it’s uncomon but lots of people have more than one dad" "No, they don't?" Ivy said slowly. Perhaps she was mistaken. Maybe some people did that, after all, she didn't know the diferent costumes that other people could have, nor how the laws difered in every state. Maybe she just didn't know some people could do that and she was just learning now? "Hold on" she said, and got up. She placed on the door of the cafe a little 'back in 5' sign and guided the boys downstairs real quick. There wasn't much people there at this hour, pretty much just Viktor cleaning behind the bar and the band playing cards at one of the tables "Hey Viktor" she said coming over "can a woman marry two men at the same time?" Viktor looked at her for a moment, then at Rocky and Freackle on each side of her, and his expresion turned from utter confusion to pure ire "NO" he answered, with such firmness that all three of them felt cold. Ivy realiced they'd asked the wrong guy and excused herself, de-puffing her tail as they walked over to the table where the guys were playing, Viktor's cold gaze still prickling the back of their heads "Hey boys" she greeted them "you have traveled a lot, have you ever heared of a woman having two husbands?" "Now what on earth are you talking about?" Asked Sy

"you see, uh, a friend of ours says his mom was married to two men at the same time, so he's got two fathers instead of just one"

the entire table just gave them this... look. Zib blinked one eye at a time, mozzy just sighed and turned back to the table "do you have any threes?"

"hey! Im talking to you, you traveled a lot, you must have heared of it"

"look, I've heared of many things, specially revolving relationships, ok? Relationships are complicated..." the others nodded and made agreeing noises "but actually geting married in a three way? That's just messed up"

"I mean, its not unheared of" said JJ "my cousin seemed to be fooling with two diferent men, and we all kept telling her it was dangerous, but then we found out, turns out they already knew! And they were ok with it"

"so you have heared of it"

"no no, fooling arround with two men is weird, but it happens. Getting married to the two of them? No way!"

"is that even allowed?"

"I've heared of men turning 'mormon' as in, they get married to one girl, form a family, and in secret in some other town they do the same with another girl... you think a girl could pull that off?"

dubious sounds ran arround the table

"my bets are in no. Not unless the husband agrees"

"you mean husbands, right? Haha"

the toms snikered, then Rocky cut in

"but it does happen. I mean, some people are just... not jeallows like that"

they all looked at him in silence

"I mean, sure maybe they could make it work between the three of them. But, get married? Oficially? I don't think so"

"but it did. I swear! Its not that rare, many people have two fathers"

the responses among the band were varied. Ben giggled. Mozzie and Sy gave each other a look. JJ's eyebrows rose as he inclined his head. Zib took the cigarrete off his mouth for a moment

"im sure that's what they told your... friend"

there were more chukcles

"yeah, Rocky. Your friend seems a little confused"

"does he have any photos from the wedding?"

Rocky didn't know how to answer. He was sure there where, but that felt a little like a retorical question. Freakle pulled his sleeve and started walking towards the door. Ivy excused them

"Im sure there's an explanation, right? Maybe you guys got things mixed up becouse you where little when it happened?"

that was a possibility

Rocky's memories of his early childhood were confusing up to that one moment, wich he remembered very well.

His dad was barely ever home, and he was allways grumpy and tired. His mom was nice and he remembered her playing the violin and smiling at him, but she got sick, and started going to the hospital a lot.

He remembered spending a lot of time with aunt Nina, asking for her a lot, feeling blue

then one morning he got up, went downsatirs, and found a stranger in the kitchen, a large black fluffy cat with irregular orange patches just making pancakes, like he had allways been there.

"good morning champ!" he saluted him "did you sleep well?"

"who are you?" he asked

"why, Im your dad, doncha recognice me?"

"you are not my dad! My dad has grey fur"

"your other father, silly. You really don't remember me? I mean, it has been a long time since I last saw you. You were so small... we got lots of catching up to do"

"I have two fathers?"

"yes, you had never realiced that? Man. I should'a come by more often. Im gonna be staying here now, so I'll be seeing you plenty from now on"

Rocky had just stood on the kitchen, wondering if this was all a joke

"well don't just stand there, son! You want pancakes?"

Rocky had noded vigorously but he still fidgeted in place. The black cat made a thoughtful face

"tell you what: why don't you go see aunt Nina across the street? Ask her about me. And invite your cousin over for pancakes too. I haven't seen him since he was a baby!"

"okay!" said the kid, and he pretty much ran over to his aunt's place, and asked with a dubious tone

"aunt Nina? Do I have two dads?"

she gave him one of her suspicious looks

"you don't know?"

"well, there's a black cat in the kitchen. He says he's my other dad, and he's making pancakes!"

"ah, yes. He arrived last night while you were asleep"

"oh, ok. Really?"

"yes, he came all this way to take care of you while your parents are gone"

"you mean... my mom, and my other dad"

"yes, now stop asking silly questions and go greet him propperly"

"ok. He said Freckle can come have pancakes"

"hm. Fine, but come back soon, right after breakfast. We're going to church"

"ok!"

he remembered being excited as he dragged his baby cousing over, who was just as confused. His new father had seemed happy to see him.

"ah, there you are! let me take a good look at you" he said, as they stood one next to the other "ah, you've grown so much! Calvin, you can walk already!"

"aunt Nina says we have to go to church soon"

"well then, no use making her wait, let’s eat breakfast before it gets cold!"

He remembered that first day, after pancakes his father told him to wash up and show him what he had in the wardrove, and helped him pick a decent outfit, then the two of them had met Nina all dolled up and she had been quiet and distant the whole way.

When Rocky asked, his dad told him being so religious she wanted to make sure he was still a god fearing propper christian and get confessed first thing after coming back. He also mentioned tho having two fathers wasn't weird (many kids do) it was uncommon, and aunt Nina didn't want anyone in chusrch gossiping and making silly questions.

And from then on, Rocky's childhood had fallen back into normalcy. Well, as normal as it could get with him being a menace.

He still spent a lot of time with aunt Nina and his cousin, and she and his dad did their best to educate him. It was easy geting used to the new routine since his new father spent more time home. He was also very easygoing and good at telling stories.

He made sure to be allways in his best behaivor with Nina, going as far as to reprimend him harder if she was present, and winking an eye at him when she wasn't looking.

he remembered one time he did something bad, and his aunt started blabbering about sinners and god, but instead of just dragging him by the ear, his dad crouched down in front of him and tried to reason with him. He often remembered the explanation he gave him.

"Rocky, when people catch you doing bad things, they will punish you, but that is not the reason you are not supposed to do them"

"it's not?"

"no. See, I told you throwing trash in the street is bad, right? But you know why?"

"well... becouse its a mess?"

"its not just a mess. The more trash people litter, the more rats and bugs they atract, and the more illness. The cleaner the street is, the safer it gets in the long run for everyone. Some people will still litter, and that's why we must try our best to keep it as good as possible"

"...so that people won't get sick, like mom?"

"...yes, kiddo. That's just a simple example of why you must try your best to be good, to make the world a better place, even when its not easy, specially when its hard. The more you try, the better you'll get at it, like in your studies! Sometimes you will even feel stupid for being good, but you'll learn the diference between being bad and being smart. I know you can" his expresion had then turned mischevous and he made a gesture as to grab him, wich Rocky recogniced and anticipated "you have so much energy!"

and he tickled him, and then sent him off to have fun, but also be careful

Rocky's aunt, who had presenced the whole conversation had been a lot more cheerful since then. Often she would just discuss with his father when Rocky did something bad.

He had lots of memories from him taking them fishing, or camping, making a barbacue for a special ocasion... teaching them so many things

Sometimes, when he had to leave Rocky with Nina for a long time he would come back with flowers for her. Nothing special, just something pretty that he found on the side of the road that couldn't be found in her garden. Then he would nudge the kid and ask "now what did you do this time to test her patience?"

One time he saw Rocky's state after coming back from the swimming pit, and then took a look at the swiming pit itself, and started building a little swimming pool in the backyard. He edged the boys on to help, making the task into a fun project for all of them.

It took days of digging and the boys had fun playing in the dirt and keeping anything they could find on their excabation site.

Once he was satisfied with the shape and all he got cement and started finishing the surface. The boys had been so excited to see the project finally taking form.

He had insited they don't touch the cement until it was dry, except for the hand prints they left on the deeper side, with their names and the date. Then he had buildt a firm, tight fitted fence to make sure no critters crawled in.

To this day Rocky could still make some money or get free drinks from people who came to swim when it was hot

it had been a specially happy ocasion when his father informed him that he would spend more time at home, since now he would be working from there: he started writing from time to time for a newspaper, and told him to keep secret the source of most of their income: home brewed spirits that he sold somewhere else

Eventually, he too joined the speakeasy as a member of the band.

Things had been going a little south after the owner, Atlas, died and his wife took over. But right now Rocky couldn't even think of those worries.

The whole drive home he felt so... misplaced. It probably wasn't anything, right? Some kind of misundertanding

He walked in and shouted "Im back" into the house. His father's voice greeted him from the kitchen. He walked in. The cat in question was sitting at the table reading the newspaper. Such a familiar sight. Just like that first day, when it looked like he had allways been there tho it felt out of place.

"you're back early. How was work?"

"good, I guess..."

he recieved a suspicious look from behind the newspaper. There was no use delaying it

"dad... are you... really my father?"

Jasper took a moment to answer

"yes. Why do you ask?"

"oh, nothing it's just... I told a friend about you and mom... and my other dad... and they gave me this look"

Jasper just went back to the newspaper.

"...and I've been thinking... it just... something doesen't add up. Dad?"

Now his father wasn't reading the paper. He was thinking, considering. Rocky knew that expression, from when he asked for something, usually complicated or a bad idea and his dad considered it.

Eventually his father placed the newspaper on the table and told him

"why don't you sit down? I'll get some tea"

oh no. Rocky got a bad feeling. He retrieved the cookies while his dad prepared the kettle and then they were both sitting in silence.

"Its about time you knew. My name is Jasper, that much is true. I also knew your parents, somewhat.

Your dad use to come to my place after work. Got drunk, told me everything. How his wife was allways sick and his kid so... ramboutious, and he was tired of everything. I had to drag him home more than once. I told him, many times 'you have a beautiful wife and child, a wonderful home, you don't know how lucky you are...' truth is I was jeallows. See, I can't have kids of my own"

Rocky felt numb. Empty. Like nothing was there where usually he could stand. He couldn't believe it. His father or, the one who called himself so, continued

"One day he came to my place speacially upset. He told me his wife had died and he wasn't sticking arround for the kid. I was so mad. I called him a coward, an oathbreaker, we had a fight. I told him to never, ever come back if he dared leave. Then I went to your aunt, told her the bad news. I complained that the world is so unfair... and I had this idea, and begged her to let me help. Promised I would make her glad she let me"

"and she agreed?" Rocky asked. That was the most unbelievable part of this whole story. Jasper shrugged

"I appealed to her strong beliefs. 'god works in misterious ways' right? She would be doing a very good thing, giving someone like me the chance to have a family, and a home, and a poor kid to still have a father. I promished to help as much as possible, and if she didn't like it she could kick me out at any moment"

he croached forward then, and said in a more confidencial tone "tho between you and me, I wouldn't let her. I grew atached to you fast. If things went south we could have just, moved"

A chill run up Rocky's spine as he remembered that time, when Freackle messed up bad and he took the fault. Rocky had told his dad the truth, and he gave him a big hug and told him he was proud of him

"you did what you thought best and protected your cousin. We'll figure out the rest"

Aunt Nina hadn't talked to him for weeks, and his dad had been consulting the price they could get for their home, and considering wether to move to the country. In the end it hadn't been necesary.

"so..." Rocky asked "you are not my father?" Jasper took a deep breath and answered firm and calm

"yes I am. Family is not just blood. Sometimes family are the ones who stick by you throu thick and thin. This is my home, and you are the child I have raised since you were a kitten. ...do you feel otherwise?"

Rocky thought of it. For a moment he imagined that there wasn't actually anything conecting him and this stranger sitting across him who just showed up on the kithcen one day, but that was just not true.

It felt strange, finding out the truth, the lie he had been living. But in the long run, actually, it didn't make any diference. He supposed this sensation would fade, and things would go back to normal. He still knew this cat sitting across from him, he trusted him, he loved him.

If he had been telling him a big white lie... he supposed he could forgive that, specially after all the times he had made a mess and the other had stood by him.

Not the mean looking gray cat he barely remembered from his earliest childhood. This tom cat right in front of him.

"I suppose not. Tho... you were never married to mom?"

Jasper sighed "no" and got up to fetch the kettle "I saw her a few times, I asked your aunt for some details... and made up the rest"

he placed right in front of Rocky a cup of tea with lots of syrup and milk, just the way he liked it. Rocky thought of the times he asked about his mom and got an answer

"oh, she was so sweet... and pacient. You know she played the violin right? You need lots of pacience and insistence to do that. That's how we met, actually, I heared some beautiful music and imagine my shock when I followed the sound and found a pretty girl at the source! You remind me of her"

Just another story. He was good at telling them.

His father drank some tea and took a bite of a cookie, gave him time to asimilate it

"tho if anyone asks, your biologic father died, then she married me and got sick right after. That's the story we're going with. I got a friend to fake us some papers. Any incongruences are explained by a mishap of papers"

"do you know what happened to him?"

"your other dad? no. He left and we never heared of him since, tho I would understand if you wanted to search for him"

"you told me he took mom to a new hospital, and then stayed there working to pay the debt"

"Im sorry, Rocky. That was a lie. Your mother passed away the day before I first came here. Your father left that night. Your aunt Nina and I managed everything else"

"you told me she died later"

"we didn't want to overwelm you, what with your parents gone and me here all of the sudden. We waited exactly one year to respect the date in wich she died and then we visited the cementery"

Rocky remembered feeling terrible becouse he hadn't seen his mom in so long and he could barely tell the diference after she died. His dad held him in his arms and comforted him, told him she loved him and he would allways have some of her. His aunt told him she would watch from heaven to make sure he would behave. They went to the cementary, they had some excuse for him not to be at the burial but the stone looked like it was new and Nina comented on how good it looked.

"did you buy a new gravestone for her?"

"no, I spent the day before cleaning it and removing the grass to make it look new. I even had an excuse prepared in case you noticed the date was wrong"

Rocky couldn't help to chuckle.

"Cat, you are good!"

His father gave him a smile and sipped some more tea.

"we should tell Nina you know now. She'll be glad the truth is out, at least within the family. Probably will want to go to church and confess again"

"I should thank her" said Rocky "Im pretty glad that she let you stay"

His father gave him a warm smile "me too"

#lackadaisy #original character #rocky rickaby #fanficition #lackadaisy fanfiction #humor #slice of life #childhood memories #actual A+ parenting #confused characters

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pixienohken · 2 months

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Decided to post the My Hero Academia x The Thing fic on here so people have easier access to my trash art and fic!

#the thing #john carpenter's the thing #the thing 1982 #original character #my hero academia #my hero acedamia #my hero academy oc #my hero acedamia oc #mha fanart #mha fanfiction #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero academia oc #oc art #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #fanficition #izuku midoriya

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recycled-phantoms · 11 months

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Chapter 6 is up NOW! God, this took me so long for no reason at all.

Summary:

“Sammy and his newfound travelling companion, Daniel, attempt to unravel the mysterious collapses and disappearances of the Studio’s founding fathers.”

Please, I hope you all enjoy! New Merthur oneshot will be up soon, dw!

#phantficition #writers on tumblr #writeblr #batim #batdr #batim au #original characters #sammy lawrence #buddy lewek #fanfiction #batim fanficition #earlyposting

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smugraccoon137 · 2 years

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Guess who finally posted their work on AO3??!!!??

Its me. I'm the guy

So if your your bored and want to read something goofy, smutty, and all around ridiculous check out Goldie and The Three Alphas!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41282205/chapters/103504980

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fanfictasia · 2 years

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Swoon June Day 29

Love Letters

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from Shadows of Tomorrow

The day for them to leave comes far too soon. Marr is not ready. He’s leaving his family behind again – true he’s going back to another one but still – and this time his daughter is staying here. He could hardly blame her for wanting to. This was her home even more than his, and even he wants to stay here, but the galaxy needs him right now.

After that, if they all get out of it alive, they can spend the rest of their lives together.

Although… Anastasia wanted to come with him. That is definitely going to be a nightmare. He almost wonders why he’s even agreeing to that.

Now that he’s standing here, seeing his wife and daughter for the last time, he suddenly doesn’t even know what to say.

“Good luck with Sidious,” Bo says, “And getting your brother back.”

Marr nods, smiling faintly, “I’ll try to contact you with the situation the next time it’s safe.” He doesn’t think he’d be able to stand another extended period of time with no communication whatsoever, never knowing if either of them are safe.

“Tell Sabine that she doesn’t get to finish that painting without me!” Vizma adds.

“I’ll do that,” Marr promises, smiling in amusement for a moment. She’s so young sometimes, so concerned with… seemingly trivial things. He wishes he still had time for such things. Maybe once the war is over…

“And tell Ezra that he and Zeb can’t continue the Melirooun hunt joke without me!”

What is that supposed to mean? “…Okay.”

“Be careful here,” Marr says, after a pause.

“You’re the one to lead the fight against the Empire,” Bo argues, “I believe you are the one who needs to be careful.”

“I always am,” he replies.

She gives him a pointed look.

“…Most of the time.” Force, he is going to miss her.

They both longer for another moment, he’s pretty sure she’s thinking along the same lines as him. “I’ll see you later, Marr,” she says, finally.

He nods. “You too. Good luck.”

“I thought it was ‘May the Force be with you’/”

He rolls his eyes. “There is such a thing as luck, despite what some Jedi might say.”

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #fanficition #swoon june #swoon june 2022 #swoon june day 29 #day 29 #original characters #bo katan kryze #bo katan #bo katan/oc #day twenty nine #love letters #romance #goodbyes #bo-katan kryze #bo-katan

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eowynneigh · 8 months

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why is thinking up plots so HARD

#I considered an original work for one second and was like #p l o t #and am like nevermind back to fanficition I moved too fast #🐏

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hii can you write #82 & Atsumu?? but make it silly pls!!

YES I CERTAINLY CAN

500 follower special: #82 “This is all your fault! I can’t believe I listened to you!”

atsumu x gn reader, domestic fluff, established relationship, goofy nonsense, UNREALISTIC BAKING, not proofread

Atsumu always talks so confidently. Everything he says is so convincing, without him even really trying. And maybe, after dating him for all of these years, they should know better than to just blindly listen to whatever it is he says.

But sometimes they can't help. Loving him makes them stupid.

It was just supposed to be a simple cake. Nothing complicated. Nothing too intense. Just one, extraordinarily plain cake. It looked fine before they put it in the oven, the batter the right color and consistency, at the very least.

But now, it is erupted, the glass pan completely shattered on the inside of their still very hot oven, and cake completely massacred. Smoke pours from their kitchen as Atsumu rushes to open every possible window they have.

They're standing on a chair, using the end of a broom to try and silence their smoke detector. And it does occur to them that maybe it would be a bit more effective if their current roles were reversed, given their height difference. But Atsumu is flinging opening their living room window and tripping over himself to get to their bedroom window, and they're already standing on the tips of their toes, cursing their high ceilings. No point in thinking rationally now.

The tip of the broom finally slams into the smoke detector in the right spot, and the loud, incessant beeping stops. "Fucking finally!" Atsumu calls from the bedroom.

"Get something we can use to fan the smoke out the window!" they call, leaping off the chair, eyes almost watering from the smoke in the air.

And that is how they both end up whipping broken down cardboard boxes, trying to dissipate the smoke that still emits from the oven, both of them desperate to avoid a visit from the fire department.

"This is all your fault, y'know!" they call to their boyfriend, arms exhausted from all the fanning at this point. "I can't believe I listened to you!"

Atsumu scoffs, indignant. "All I did was read ya off my gran's recipe. Are ya sayin' this is her fault?"

Their eyes narrow. "You goddamn liar. I saw you look up the recipe on goddamn Sally's Baking Addiction. Is your grandmother Sally? And either way, the recipe didn't say to bake it at five-hundred-goddamn-degrees!"

Immediately, he drops the facade, and gives them a sheepish sort of grin. "Alright. I'm caught."

They continue fanning, the smoke starting to gradually thin out again. "I need to stop trusting you so much. You are a habitual liar."

"I wasn't lyin'!" Atsumu insists. "I really did think if ya doubled the temperature, it'd bake it in half the time."

They sigh. They can't be mad at him, since they didn't even doubt him for a second when he originally said it. All they could think of was the excited look in his eyes, and how eager he seemed. It distracted them.

"Ugh," they ground, arms sore and dropping by their side. "You're too pretty to be this wrong about so many things."

At the slightest bit of praise from his partner, Atsumu abandons his makeshift cardboard fan and smirks, light in his eyes shifting. "Pretty, huh? Ya tryin' seduce me?"

They can't help but roll their eyes, and the smirk on his face once they say, "Maybe after you clean all the broken hot glass out of the oven."

an: i know that this is not realistic but let's just pretend for the sake of the silly little fanficition ok. also i didnt know how to end this lol

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq x you #hq #miya atsumu #atsumu x reader #atsumu miya #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu miya fluff #atsumu fluff #atsumu miya x you #atsumu miya x y/n

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wishingmyhairred · 1 year

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Claps hands “Everyone gather round”

Haven’t seen a to-do list in all this chaos so Here’s your rudimentary checklist on what to do now to save it:

If you haven't already make sure you hit the love/double-thumbs up button on Lockwood in netflix.

Keep posting, reblogging, reacting and commenting on ALL social media to keep Lockwood trending. (Tumblr, FB, Insta, Twitter, Reddit, even Pinterest) YOU want to get other streaming platforms to notice!!!

Keep watching Lockwood on Netflix in the background.

Request the show from Netflix.

Keep up with @charmquarkstrangequark group watch on May 20-21. Post about any other group watches.

Vote for Lockwood on this cancellations poll (currently in 4th at the time of this post). Vote, sign and post any other polls or petition.

For those who have made original posts (gifs, AMVs, Fanart, Fanficition or original thoughts) Make a Masterlist post so other’s can quickly find a post and reblog.

Reblogging is better than liking. Tumble is not a place where you dedicate you page to one thing. I cannot tell you how many times people have watch and joined a fandom based of gifs of that show.

Donate to the WGA strike fund!!! Want to really stick it to Netflix? This is the way. Last strike lasted 100 days! Writes are just as unhappy as us so help them fight the system. Also the longer the strikes goes, more desperate platforms will be to get new content which could turn heads to Complete Fiction as they are in the UK and not affected. You can also buy groceries for the strikers.

Stream the Soundtrack on you music platform in the background. Amazon Prime has it.

Buy the e-books!!! (amazon kindle)

Buy the paperbacks.

I think the best platform to pick it up would be amazon as they probably have seen an increase in sells on the E-book. Hulu/Disney+ is another option as Disney has publishing rights in the US. I don’t like the idea of HBO picking it up cause I think they would sexualize it too much.

Finally do not be toxic, threaten violence and be a bully. Go to your basement and get you feelings out on Joe and Esmerelda. But if you want to get business people to take you seriously do not actually sent them hate and threats. Politely explain that you are upset and may/will be canceling their services.

Sincerely, a veteran Young Justice and Clone Wars fan.

P.S. Just found out you can name a tribute in your WGA donation. My tribute is to First name: Lockwook Last Name: & co.

#lockwood and co #lockwood netflix #lockwood and co fandom #lockwood & co #save lockwood & co #renew lockwood and co #renew lockwood & co #amazon prime

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hollowed-hallowed · 1 year

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Often times, the writing on TVD left Bonnie Bennett holding the bag, sacrificing everything to save everyone but herself. Bonnie was given little power or happiness, and robbed of most things she did have. This event looks to right those wrongs against her.

The rewrite is creating the happiness that Bonnie Bennett deserved. The space to grow and to grieve, to have family and friends, to explore the power that she was born with. Where canon failed Bonnie, we reimagine it to give her better. Welcome to the Rewrite!

Rules:

--There are three prompts for each day: a season, a major reversal of a traumatic event, and a word. Use as many or as little of the prompts as you'd like, as the prompts are just for inspiration. All are optional, not required!

--All creative media is allowed. This includes fanvids, collages, fanficition, gif sets, playlists, etc.

--Late posting is acceptable and ongoing until late March.

--Please tag appropriately, even if that means stating you choose not to tag. (This is mostly for fanfiction writers.)

--Crossovers, polyamory, lgbtq+, and original characters are welcome to this event!

-- Use #bbbdayjustice2023 so others can see your work. Tag me @hollowed-hallowed and/or @bbtvducollection to make sure I see and reblog your creations!

Prompts:

Day 01: Season One, Grams Lives, Encouragement

Day 02: Season Two, Lucy Stays, Mentorship

Day 03: Season Three, Abby Isn't Turned, Found Family

Day 04: Season Four, Bonnie Lives, Victory

Day 05: Season Five, Otherside Survives, Diplomacy

Day 06: Season Six, No Prison World, Power

Day 07: Season Seven, Not On The Run, Romance

Day 08: Season Eight, Enzo Lives, Happily Ever After

Day 09: The Originals, Klaus & Elijah Live, Loyalty

Day 10: Legacies, Bennett School, Revival

If you have any questions, please feel free to reach out. Look forward to seeing you all in the new year!

#bbbdayjustice2023 #bonnie bennett #the vampire diaries #tvdu #bonnie bennett events

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gladfang · 5 months

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i don't think my fanfiction is lesser than my original work in terms of quality but i definately think i've neglected improving my ability to create my own stories BECAUSE i've been writing more fanficition than original work since i was a teenager. like there was definately a more even balance of the two when i was in highschool but its only in the last couple of years i've gotten back into writing my own stories for my own characters (such as 'as you like' and 'litter') and its a harder transition than i was expecting, which is embarrassing in a way but also i'm still enjoying it and that's what matters. idk. these aren't vent posts really i'm just dumping all my thoughts in one place. maybe i'm focusing too much on trying to write these massive thought-provoking stories when i should start smaller and work up? i like the idea of that

#i looooved writing short stories in highschool i remember i had an original horror 'anthology' series on my old laptop with a seasonal theme #i'm forever upset i had a hashtag self hate artist moment and deleted all my old work because i thought it was cringe. i'd kill for that ba #i remember i had one original story centred on two characters called timber and clark and i actually recovered that story and rewrote-#the opening about 3 years ago to see how i'd improved and the difference was insane. i was so proud of that. maybe i'll do that again #because i'm 90% sure i didn't deleted it again and its just on my google drive SOMEWHERE #bzzt! is this thing on

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pixienohken · 2 months

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A new chapter for How to Imitate a Hero is out!

I've finally coughed up another chapter for my fanfic for readers to enjoy, and along with it I present to you the art that accompanies said chapter on ao3! I can't draw hands or feet if my life depended on it, which is my fault for trying a new angle but oh well! If you wanna check out my fic, it's pinned on my blog! I love drawing Jayluf hehe :P he's full (ง'̀-'́)ง rn

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asteria7fics · 20 days

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pookieee i'm trying to write a fanfic but holy shit- i can not get my first sentence or paragraphs right!! how did u start ur fic? like what process did u use? -idk man- I've been harassing ur inbox for a bit <(￣﹌￣)>

Hellooo!!

You are not alone, dear goober. The beginning of any project is hands down the hardest part to write!

We want that opening line to be ~perfect~, but holding ourselves to that kind of standard can really hinder our creative process!

Truthfully, the first chapter of TSOB was pretty much forced out of me. I had plans to write with a friend the following day, but I knew if I waited to actually start the thing while out with them I wouldn’t actually get much done.

SO, that night, I asked myself a couple of questions:

What is the inciting incident of my story?

How do I get there efficiently?

My favorite rule is to have the beginning of your story start as/just before something important happens. That’s especially convenient in fanficition, when there’s little necessity for lengthy world introductions. If someone is reading your story they’re probably already pretty familiar with the world, so you can use a lot more shorthand to get to the good stuff quicker.

So for TSOB I settled on starting when Heidi takes Butters (i.e. Paris taking Helen. Let me know if you guys want a full breakdown of character/event correlations to the original text!) because that’s really the inciting incident of the whole story. Without Butters being taken by Heidi, the war would never even happen in the first place.

Beyond that, I had a list of events that I knew needed to take place. I had an easier job because I really didn’t have to come up with most of these events, just had to figure out how to change them to fit into the show’s universe/characters behaviors. I really, really do recommend outlining though, at least a little bit. Having your ideas laid out in front of you is so helpful in the long run, and it’s helped me see plot holes and contradictions before writing myself into a hole!

But that’s a little beyond what you’re asking. My real, best piece of advice?

Just write the thing.

Put words down on paper. Any words. The great thing about writing is that the rough draft never has to be the final one. Editing and rewrites are your best friend! Do not expect perfection out of every line the first time they go from fingertip to page. I edit my work a ton, usually multiple times over! Once after the whole thing is finished, again as my betas are reading it, and then again right before I post a chapter. Perfectionism can be useful in moderation, but you can’t let it control you.

Besides, it’s just fanfiction! Embrace imperfection, that’s what makes this medium so fun!

I hope this was at least a little bit helpful! Thank you for the ask, I love talking about this stuff!

Happy writing, anon! (´⌣`ʃƪ)

#ask Asteria #writing advice #look im not a professional writer #this is just works for my silly brain #write the thing and have fun!#I believe in you anon!#writing #fanfiction

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redrosesartcabin · 9 months

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The Exposing: Becoming A Robot in Disguise

Megatron x reader fanficition ( can be found here as well https://archiveofourown.org/users/Redrosessoulcabin/works)

Link to the previous chapter: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/723581051037974528/the-exposing-14scenario-prologue?source=share

Link to the first post: https://www.tumblr.com/redrosesartcabin/722529797578833920/double-posting-my-fanfic-now

Link to the next chapter: (Will be inserted as soon as there is one)

And the adventure begins

Megatron was a bit worried again, thoughts about the past circulating wildly in his mind, so you took him out for a stroll through the woods since that always seemed to successfully calm him down… only to run into Miko again. And not just again as in ‘well she’s here from time to time because of the deal and because she’s become a friend’, again as in-

“Seriously? You again?”, Megatron asked, “This is the third time this week!” “Look this time it’s really important”, Miko said very quietly, almost whispering, “And I can’t stay for long. All I know is that I’ve been tracked. All these missions these past few weeks have been a diversion to find out where I’m going because they have caught on to us! I was able to shake them off a couple of miles back, but you don’t have much time, you have to leave, Megatron, you have to leave right now”, and with that Miko was gone as fast as she came, but nothing was the same anymore.

For a couple of moments, you two stood there, frozen in place, unable to compute what just happened. “Ok then”, Megatron then said, “I guess this must be goodbye.” “No, no, no, not so fast”, you answered, your face scrouged into a determined visage, “I am coming with you! Alone, out there in the human world you will be lost and they’ll capture you in no time anyways.” “But my love”, Megatron started, “What about your life here? Your animals? Everything?-“ “I have an emergency contact for situations when I’m too sick to work. I’ll contact him immediately and then I’ll ask around for people to keep the farm going as soon as possible- What I’m saying is: None of that is unsolvable and remember this: I didn’t leave you back where I found you, so I sure as hell will leave you now. We are in this together for the long haul! When I said you won’t get rid of me anymore, I meant it”

When you went back to the farm you quickly packed a bag with only the most rudimental necessities and some clothes and after a quick call stating a family emergency had come up and you must go immediately, you ran out again. When you exited the entrance however, Megatron stood there, unmoving like a mountain, breathing heavily eyeing your pick-up truck.

“I must do, what must be done.”, he mumbled more to himself that to you, and you immediately understood. “Megatron we can just-“ “No”, he interrupted, “We don’t have time. It hurts my spark, but now that you have given me this life, I do not intend to lose it and for that, I will gladly make this sacrifice”. Megatron let in one last big in-vent, imagining one last time himself soaring through the sky in his original Cybetronian jet-form before scanning the car in front of him and transforming into it.

“A robot in disguise”, Megatron chuckled, still feeling very uncomfortable, “As the Autobots once were”. He opened the door for you, and you jumped in. “This is your last chance to let me go and be able to live a life without trouble”, Megatron warned, but you smiled. “Life is trouble, only death is not”, you cited. “Zorba the Greek”, Megatron said, remembering one of the many times you two had watched the movie at one of your movie nights and the times where you read to him from the original book. These times of comfort were over, but in turn a new adventure would begin, and somewhere deep inside his spark, so worried for your well being, he was also happy and exited that this adventure in his new life would continue with you.

“Let’s go, drive!”, you exclaimed, voice commanding and more determined than ever before and Megatron drove wildly, trying to fly through the trees to anywhere where the road could take off to endless horizons.

When Ratchet and Fowler arrived at the location where the evidence led the house was deserted and the only evidence of a Cybetronian having been there were empty canisters of Energon.

“I can’t believe Miko actually found us out”, Fowler said, hands on his hips, “Though I’m even more surprised she hid this from us- where is she now anyways?”, he asked. “Being interrogated by the FBI”, Ratchet stated, “And I have contacted Cybertron about this. They may send some of the Autobots down here again to investigate this. We suspect from the information Miko and received and from the evidence currently found that is must have been a very important member of the Decepticon cause, perhaps Starscream. Though what seems curious is why the human living in this establishment was involved and how… Unfortunately, as you have already said, Miko seemed to have figured our scheme out in time and warned them.” “Should’ve known she was too clever for this”, Ratchet added after a while, “I had just hoped we could take the easy way.” “But I guess the hunt will go on”, Fowler added.

Back on Cybertron, the newly established, democratically chosen council were discussing the matter of Ratchets message and importance of the mission, but ultimately it was decided that the evidence was sufficient to believe this was of enough importance to send some autobots back to earth.

“Lieutenant Bumblebee, will you take on this mission?”, the council asked. “Gladly”, Bumblebee confirmed, “Whatever life-signal-cloaked Decepticon still roams the earth that has managed to somehow convince Miko to protect them will be captured! I shall be honored” “I’ll come too!”, Bumblebee suddenly heard Bulkhead say, entering the council hall, banging the doors too loudly. “Bulkhead! What in the world are you doing here? You’re not supposed to-“ “Listen here Bee: I love ya, you know that. But I was Miko’s guardian. And she still means so much to me! There were little beings, Cybertronian’s or humans alike, that understood me like she did. And yes: She was sometimes stupid or reckless, but her spark was always in the right place and when she fought for something, she fought for it because it was for something good. Whoever she is protecting is good and I will prove it! I’ll help, so I can prove you wrong about her”.

“We’ll allow it”, one of the councilmembers said, “Bulkhead was part of team prime as Bumblebee was and might be a very good asset. Will that be ok Lieutenant Bumblebee?” For a moment, Bumblebee could only sigh. On one hand he would of course be happy to bring a friend and former team member with him, but on the other hand it would be tough if this was the premise for this mission. And yet, it didn’t take Bee long to say, “Of course it’s ok: We will make a good team.”

#megatron #megatron transformers #megatron x reader #tfp megatron #tfp transformers prime #tfp post predacon rising #I am ignoring transformers rid 2015 completely btw #bulkhead #transformers bulkhead #bumbleebee #transformers bumblebee #william fowler #miko nakadai #transformers #transformers fanfic #some slight au stuff

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