There is nothing worse than going to one of your favorite fanfiction author’s or fanart artist’s profiles and finding it completely purged of all content and all forms of contact.
And your heart kind of just drops because hell, fandom generated content can still make your seethe, cry, laugh, and feel, and although it’s totally within that author/artist’s right to do what they want with their content there is still a little part of you that rings empty because you will never feel the happiness of enjoying their creative endeavors ever again.
Fiction can hurt in many ways, and this is just one, very meta way.
Does anyone know where Bob5 from FF.net went? They wrote a lot of Gossip Girl, Avengers, Naruto, some Cowboy Bebop? Man, if he/she left I am going to be one sad fic reader.
“writing a fic with a hardcore lemon in it!!!”
i don’t understand
And this is the difference between fandom generations.
A new fanfic review. The author is one of us one this tag. I see you, DimensionExplosion. Love this fic.
I have read and read your review of “Cooking Lessons” from your blog many times now. I am beyond honored and happy to be featured on your blog and I sincerely thank you from the bottom of my heart for your thought, care, and grace in your review.
Tonight I also came across another little gem of a post originally from mayahansens with commentary from an unknown source added.
one of my favorite things about fandom is that the exchange of intellectual and creative property is a legitimate form of gift giving. like ‘i’m so enchanted by you, i love you, let me tell you a story’
#as much as i’m turned off by certain aspects of fandom it’s things like this that balance them out #there’s just something so sweet and selfless in wanting to share your own little safe haven with another individual #i have all of these lovely feelings about a thing and i want you to have them too #because you mean a lot to me and this means a lot to me and i want to share this happiness okay #i want you to have this too #it’s all just really fucking wonderful when you think about it man #creativity in the least selfish way possible and it’s brilliant and yeah
The Trauma Center fandom is small. It’s one of our inherent charms but for the creators of fanart, fanfic, and even the makers of the canon game it is also a bit of a curse. Sometimes it does seem like there is no one to absorb and appreciate what is being created. True, I write fanfiction to satisfy my own passion for fiction and storytelling, but I, like any other author big or small, like when other people acknowledge my works and say that they like them (or hate them, but I digress!).
Because for me fanfiction is a full fledged two way gift. I get to craft stories in the universes of my favorite works of fiction while sharing what I write with like minded people with the same drive for more than we’ve been given.
So once again, thank you for reviewing my fic, thank you for the honor of being featured on your blog, and thank you for being apart of my little haven of fandom.
Yours in solidarity,
P.S. I have updated Asclepias Blossoms with a newly edited one-shot to honor this occasion.
Power Outtage - Derek x Angie
Length: 3,486 words (WHOA I DID NOT MEAN FOR THIS TO BE SO LENGTHY)
Warning: NSFW, Sexual content, Sexy time between co workers
Story under the cut because of the content. I tried my best so…I hope you like it!
Hooray! Unfortunately I am busy, so I must save this for later…
Title - Untitled Yu-Gi-Oh! Fanfic Where the Guys Watch Porn
Rating - K+
It was a pleasant spring evening in Domino. Children were playing in the park, sweethearts strolled down the high street, and a group of teenage boys were huddled around a television set.
“Every follower I have adds an inch on my penis.”
A shrill squeak pierced the scene. “Are you guys watching porn?!”
Title: Little Rose
Pairings: None, just Friendship
Fandom(s): Rise of the Guardians and Trauma Team
Characters: Jack and Rosalia
Summary: Snippets of a little girl in Mexico and the Winter Spirit who befriends her, visiting year after year.
Warning: Spoilers for Trauma Team
Rating: T+ - MA
Fandom: Assassin’s Creed
Disclaimer: Assassin’s Creed and its characters belong to Ubisoft. I am not looking to make money from this fan fiction.
Summary: One year has passed since the end of the American Revolution. Connor has matured but is still trying to cope with all that has happened. Not only has he lost hope for his people, but for whatever is left of the Brotherhood as well. However after much thinking, he makes the decision to journey to England in search of answers concerning his father and of the European Assassins. Along the way, he takes up Lafayette’s invitation and stops in Paris for a short visit. But there are signs of an oncoming revolution in the city; a revolution that will prove to be crucial for both the Assassins and the Templars.
Notes: Contains spoilers for both AC3 and Forsaken. Do not read if you have not finished the main campaign or the book.
Feedback is also welcome and appreciated.
“Love is for children; I owe him a debt.”
His mouth turns up at the edges: not much, barely at all, but the important thing is that it’s symmetrical. No sneer. Loki agrees with her, or wants to, even if he knows that she’s lying. Whatever he says or does to her from here, that piece of information will have been worth the price of admission, because Loki is too desperately entangled in his Lone God act to ever really be part of a team. They will always, always outnumber him.
He says, tell me; he can’t even get his silences right. And he of all people should know the danger of giving your opponent’s tongue free rein.
Herding cats, Natasha thinks. Fine.
One liar to another, she gives him her truths, and into them he sinks his claws as deeply as they’ll go. She hears it when his voice breaks into emotion, disdain, the basest sentimentality. Emotion is what she needs. And he clearly knows this dance well, so she’ll have to give him some in return.
She opens her ears. She lets his words find their way inside.
She finds the dissonance, the raw horror, of the way Renata both seeps into her murderous memories and recoils from them; she fills herself up with the screams of children, the brute elegance of blood and the taste of smoke, and her eyes are burning now with the effort to keep her mind separated from what this is doing to her body. She has to be a mirror, she has to, one inky scrap of turmoil staining her face for every one he lets her see on his own, and it seems to be working, because what Loki’s talking about now is how hard it is to separate yourself from your past. He doesn’t sound detached. He barely sounds triumphant. He’d better give her something soon, because she can feel her shields mustering to slam into place.
He gives her a specific threat, a scenario, and the relief is enough to centre her. Now he’s lost, now he’s enjoying himself, there’s a momentum building in Loki’s unimaginative vision of her death, and Natasha lets him sing himself gloriously forward until he forgets who she is and what she was trained for, and then he stumbles.
Loki made Clint tell him everything about her, yes, she believes that. And he’s very good at this game, if not quite as good as he believes. And yet he still managed to see the woman — cringing, mewling, lower lip trembling — more clearly than the spy.
Natasha stretches her arms up and curls her fingers, satisfied, as she makes her way back to the bridge.
do you ever notice how like, we have our own language for fanfic that only readers understand?
“36k wip destiel hs au on ao3”
I can’t believe I understood all those words
I AM IN DIRE NEED OF ASSASSIN’S CREED 3 FICS.
Someone give me a good fic where Aveline and Connor are brothers in arms and actually in character!
Oh god, I’m at the point where I first enter a fandom and I spend forever looking for good fan fiction.
Series: Trauma Center: New Blood
Notes: For a short fic for Traumusical and her blissful one true pairing. Inspired by a similar fic by In the Beginning which is way better than this, go read that. But read this too! ;)
Pairing: Markus x Elena
Summary: In which three becomes four and Valerie has something to say about it.