Wow. I’m Old Now.

Propaganda to convince you to join the femslash big bang

sign ups are closing in a couple days (Feb 28th), so here's some reasons why you should come join the challenge:

We're a totally multi-fandom event! No more feeling left out bc you realised nobody is doing big bangs for your niche fandom. Write about that blorbo!!

Like Femslash February but want more excuses to write femslash? well, here it is. The vibes do not have to stop.

Original works also allowed!! Please tell me about your OCs.

No writer/author pairings required - we're doing things a little differently here, so artists and writers can sign up and create their own works. no worrying about finding a match - YOU can create what you want.

We have a discord now! Everyone is super chill and wonderful, and you can connect with fellow fans or even spread your own propaganda about your niche ship/fandom and drag someone else into it with you.

We also have monthly challenges for people who want a prompt and/or short-term commitments.

[click here for full info and sign up link!]

again, thanks to everyone who's signed up so far! I really look forward to seeing what everyone is creating!!

You know guys there’s really no need to publicly shame fanfic writers in a forum they can see and mention them by name.

shipping characters who are just friends in canon is more than okay but what’s annoying is when people take screenshots of them touching and say “friends don’t do that!”. i hate to break it to you but friends do hug and hold hands and cuddle. saying ‘friends don’t do that’ is reenforcing the idea that physical touch is reserved for lovers

PERSONA Q2 FANFIC... YOU ARE A WRITER OF CULTURE. will have to read- I'm currently playing through Q2 :D

HELLO THERE.

Hikari/Futaba Sakura is peak and I actually love them so much. Sumitaba is great but I got attached to Hikaritaba and I can’t think of anything else now.

Take my fic. I got bored. It’s 4 am in my timezone but hey, fanfics called.

hi. im the ao3 user who looked at the wrong blog and thought your asks were off.

here's your anon hate: you made me cry. i love souma. fucj you /pos

<3

reblog with a spoiler for your wip with zero context. no context allowed.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Power Rangers S.P.D. Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sky Tate & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Sky Tate, Jack Landors, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: This is pure self-indulgent bullshit, also, Bad Things Happen Bingo, :3, Implied Sexual Content, very vaguely, just mentions Summary:

Sky runs into a burning building.

This is for @badthingshappenbingo​ for the prompt “Power Fatigue!”

People don’t understand the concept of liking two characters’ relationship in multiple contexts. They can be lovers in one setting and just friends in another, their dynamic doesn’t have to be consistent in every piece of art I make.

hi im back for more.. 5 for the angst starters with toya and harumichi.. (or maybe 14..)

5. “You don’t own me.”/14. “I give up. You won.”

The day Toya came home with tears in his eyes and a bruised cheek was shaping up to be the worst day of Harumichi’s life.

He had just tried to offer some polite advice, but Toya had barricaded his door so Harumichi couldn’t get in.

“You don’t own me, Father! I’ll find something else to do with my life!”

But as the days went on, the resistance only slowed.

And even as Toya tried to fit in with Tsukasa’s troupe, which is much better in Harumichi’s eyes than being a street musician, he kept mumbling about something being off.

And eventually, Toya walks in with a look in his eyes.

“I give up.” He sighs. “You win. You’re right. I was born to be an instrument. There’s nothing I can do about that.”

“What happened to being a part of Tsukasa’s troupe?” Harumichi responds, and Toya sighs.

“Tsukasa-senpai doesn’t need me. He never has. His troupe is so perfectly structured and set up, there’s no room for me. There’s no place for me anywhere but at the piano.”

And true to his word, Toya does begin daily practice again. He does his work, plays the piano, goes to school, and nothing else.

Tsukasa keeps trying to drag him to his troupe, but it doesn’t work. Toya slowly stops accepting his calls, and that’s what starts to make Harumichi’s chest tighten.

He… doesn’t want to speak to Tsukasa.

And finally, he notices the light in Toya’s eyes has vanished.

It’ll be back, he tells himself. It’ll be back and Toya will be himself again. The music will save him.

But Toya’s never quite himself again.

And for the first time since Harumichi was a child too scared to be himself, he doesn’t know what to do.