Since it's #ficfriday here are the fanfics I've posted this week

It's #ficfriday so here's stuff I've written/posted this week

My brain skipped the weekend and went straight to Monday

Fully thought I missed #ficfriday again

Have some self indulgent not quite finished #demonslayer art

Plus a fic wip since I skipped #ficfriday last week

Its #ficfriday once again and this time I wanna show you guys a fic someone else wrote

It's the first time a fic was inspired by one of mine 😳
And it feels like it's part of the series

archiveofourown.org/works/66596809

#tokyorevengers #tokrev #fanfic

Sanemi is given a chance at a new life without the burden of his past lives. To be reborn without attachment to his past. To his family Or, Shinazugawa Sanemi tries to fight god in the afterlife

He never even imagined a future for himself. Worked tirelessly from childhood to make sure they could afford food on their table and medicine when they needed it. Working, fingers bleeding for a few extra coins because a merchant was kind enough to stop by their neighbourhood every month and teach a little reading, a little writing. He’d pushed Genya to take those classes hoping one day his sweet little brother would make it out of that impoverished life. He'd begged their mother to come to her senses. Begged god for Masachika's life. Begged god for Genya's. He asked for nothing and still received less. He asked to keep and instead it would be taken away.

Nothing new for #ficfriday but I just got thanked for writing this fic 🥲

archiveofourown.org/works/64697098

#kny #kimetsunoyaiba #sanemi #genya

She watches the ducklings surrounding their mother. Mother quacks at them and they come to her. Why? Why do her babies not come back? Where has Ozai taken them? Her son ripped from her arms, his life almost snuffed by his own father for not having the spark. Her daughter, taken from her love, childhood stolen for her potential. And the ones no longer with her, no longer having the chance to surround them with her warmth, with her love. Where… where did all my children go? "Mom?" She jumps a little at the tiny voice of her five year old. "Zuko. My love, what are you doing here?" "I left class. The teacher was boring” Should she be selfish and accept his lie… or should she scorn him. Turn him away. Break his heart and keep him safe. “Come sit with me darling.” She knew, the moment he planted himself firmly by her side, she had put him on the path of danger. She is selfish. So very selfish.

For #ficfriday I was digging around my old fic drafts and found my #ATLA doc

For my headcanon that Zuko and Azula are rainbow babies

In the back of his mind, he hears the hissing of leaking gas. The deep rumbling of the van tipped onto its side. The creaking of the tree they’ve just hit. There’s a sound, a growling, an animal. No. The thing he hears comes from the front passenger seat. Growling, gurgling like a man drowning. The quietest of them trying to scream, trying to be heard. I’m here, he wants to say. I’m here. But all he can do is groan in pain as the clouds in his head dissipate. Ear drums popping, clearing the way to hear a word stuck on repeat. No no no no no no no- “No no no no no.” Heat thrums through his body, sharp and white hot as he turns to see the strongest of them chanting one word over and over and over, reaching an arm over their youngest. Their maknae, looking for all the world, asleep if not for the spread of red dripping over one side of his face. He gasps in half aborted sobs. He’s the eldest. The leader. He should be leading them to safety; the only thing coursing through his mind as he struggles to get out of his seatbelt. A man in black robes, slender fingers stroking the strings on his bipa. Singing. Soothing their panic. “H-help… help.” The robed figure leans down, a young face hovering above him. A gentle softness in his smile and danger in the shine of his yellow eyes. “Oh? Don’t you know what I am?” But that didn’t matter. He was here to save them. He could’ve been an angel. He wasn’t.

#ficfriday

Oh you know, just writing a #sajaboys backstory based on the theory going around bc it wasn't tragic enough

'They traded their souls for fame'

No. They traded their souls for the power to destroy the fans that said they loved them only to run them ragged with their parasocial obsession

It's #ficfriday here's a thread of fics I quietly posted or didn't shout enough about

Its #ficfriday today and I've got 3 finished fanfics to upload to ao3 lol

Oh hey, it's #ficfriday and Im working on a prowlop companion piece to my megastar fic where they talk like functional adults instead of throwing hands at the first mention of Prowl's bad idea

#transformer #maccadam #prowlop #prowl #optimusprime

It's #ficfriday so I'm introducing an 8 chapter comic I wrote for #Windscream Week back in 2020.

Im cringing so hard - I'd only just started drawing robots for a month at that point. Also with this being my first actual comic

Since I'm not able to draw well at the moment, ive just been poring thru fics I've written that haven't been posted yet

#ficfriday

Idly, he traces the constellations that orbit the Earth with his optics. They're so different from the ones he memorized in space, and he thinks that he knew what these ones were called once. He'd probably known them better than the ones that orbit the distant planets he remembers. Now he only knows two or three here. He can pick out Cygnus, and the Little Dipper. He bets Juurouta would be able to tell him what they all were. Bull Armor too. … Windy would just make up new constellations to get a laugh out of him. He smiles and it's rueful, sad. His chest is tight, but he's used to that ache. (The ache is better than the crushing nothing from before.)

#leaguerposting #ficfriday idk if that last one's a tag but I'm declaring it so. Have a snippet of a fic I'm working on!

“Starscream.” The named mech stands there, half bored and ready to flee. Megatron finally has him alone without the pestering of his trine and their newfound over-protective behaviour. Having seen their trine leader return from the dead - how easily his spark was extinguished. Faced with the reality that even someone as unkillable as Starscream could be killed. But Starscream stands before Megatron alive and whole; glittering paint job and a sight to behold. And all of Megatron’s prepared speeches, flowery words and decadent appeals die in his throat before they can make their debut in front of the Seeker. Words can not describe how grieved I am at how I treated you- It gives me great anguish to see you and not try to make amends- But none of these words would ever feel right. The poet in him had died long ago.

The Meaning of Nothing

Megatron, a sometime poet turned revolutionary leader turned redeemed warlord, no longer has the words to say 'I'm sorry'

AO3: archiveofourown.org/works/66477265

#ficfriday #transformers #maccadam #megastar #megatron #starscream

Screen shot of a lost of fics in the order they 'won' on the wheel of names Final Fantasy Tin Soldiers Tokyo Revengers Final Fantasy Hero Complex Lord of the Rings Sparrows Kimetsu no Yaiba Flower of Yearning Digimon Survive Rebuilding a Broken House Digimon Survive Boquet for You Kimetsu no Yaiba Stray Cats Kimetsu no Yaiba Peach Blossom Withers Digimon Survive Excercise in Empathy Tokyo Revengers Petshop Boys

While I was playing w the wheel of names, I threw in a bunch of fics I'd been needing to work on. I misspelled and misnamed some of them tho

I finished writing *Tin Soldiers 5 years ago 😬

#ficfriday #fanfic

It's #ficfriday ⁉️
And I DID post a fic lemme just find it quickly

IN MY HAPPY MEMORIES Summary: The first words your soul mate says to you is written on your skin. Except Shuuji has "what the f*ck do you want" written in messy script on his arm and Ryo's collarbone has a neat word saying "nothing" (And it doesn't click when they meet because they hear those words all the time) CW: self harm and character death

TO REACH HEAVEN Summary: Gravity pulls him under again with each realisation that everything he’s ever wanted is forever just out of reach. If he struggles hard enough, he might be able to touch it once. He’ll have to work harder, break his spirit just to get to his father’s highest expectations of perfection. But no matter how much he breaks, he just can't seem to reach heaven. Or, how Shuuji evolves with the help of his partner CW: self harm, child abuse, ableism

I skipped the last two #ficfriday where I talk about fics I secretly post

But I didn't post anything new this week, so I'm gonna highlight these

In My Happy Memories
archiveofourown.org/works/49363099
(cw: in alt)

To Reach Heaven
archiveofourown.org/works/55927000
(cw: in alt)

I'm gonna try something new to do every Friday because I have a habit of updating on AO3 and not telling anyone about it
#ficfriday

2 chapters for
#digimonsurvive

1 chapter and 2 one shots for
#demonslayer

a little boost of angst for this #ficfriday

#jjk #satosugu

Welcome to #ArtThreadThursday and a new instalment of #bcxclusterfucks do a deep dive behind the scenes of my drawings. This week we will be doing a double feature in with #ficfriday and and bring you an update on my Fates piece titled:
“Bones and Bonds”

archiveofourown.org/works/63262099

Reminder:

Even one sentence for a comment on a fic is worth more than a kudos on every chapter ever could be.

"I love this. Thank you for sharing" - You can copy/paste this

#writing takes a lot of time and heart. It really means something to authors.

#fic comment friday for every #ficfriday :)

what i should have done: waited until chapter 4 was complete to post chapter 3

what i did: post chapter 3 AND an unfinished alex pov companion fic told through text 🎉

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/602745...

🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/618428...

#rwrbfic #ficfriday