Rules: post the first sentence opening of your most recent 10 fanfics and tag up to 10 people.
Tagged by @breitweisergallery and I have not done these in a hot minute since the amount of fanfic I've written has drastically gone down but hey, I'm always down to do games like this
Better Together
After everything, Jiang Yuelou found that he…couldn’t sleep alone. His house felt too damn quiet, his bed felt too damn big, and as he laid there, staring up at the ceiling in the darkness, all that played in his mind were the deaths of his friends and loved ones…on fucking repeat. And he did his best to ignore those thoughts and memories, he really did, but after three days of losing sleep to nightmares, he gave up trying and decided to ask Chen Yuzhi for help because honestly…he couldn’t take it anymore. And besides, the man was a doctor. If anyone had a solution, it would be him.
I took a headcanon that I had always wanted to turn into a fic and actually turned it into a fic because I had wanted to write something short and sweet and I love writing anything for my boys
By Your Side
Sanji slipped. Sanji never slipped, especially not when he was fighting side by side with Zoro, whom he always seemed to get paired off with whenever there was some sort of “big bad” that they needed to fight, so the fact that he slipped and missed his target not only made Zoro a little pissed…it also made him a little worried.
This was honestly inspired by episode 6-8 of One Piece LA S2 and the first time I had ever written Zosan...it was a lot of fun and I definitely want to write more for them at some point
You Belong With Me
Jiang Yuelou never considered himself a possessive person…until he had met Chen Yuzhi.
This was my first Killer and Healer fic of this year and it was actually a request I had gotten back in Dec of 2025 but I wanted to take a break from writing at that time so I saved it till this year
Present for You
Exploring the Yellow Spring Pawnshop was interesting, at least in Changhe’s opinion. Muyu, on the other hand, just seemed to take a polite interest in each area that they visited, that is, until they came to the room filled with swords. As soon as they stepped inside and looked around, Muyu’s eyes were immediately drawn to a particular sword near the door and he froze, staring at the sword with almost…longing.
This fic was basically inspired by the fact that Su Muyu had seen his father's sword at the Pawnshop and I honestly thought that he would have some how gotten the sword when he went to go and challenge the other sect but the show never gave that to me so I had to do it myself
The Man Behind the Mask
Su Muyu was not an emotional person. Yes, he had emotions and yes he expressed them (sometimes, hardly) but he was an assassin for Blood River, a place where emotions did you no good and only served to make you weak, so he had learned early on to dampen and hide his emotions, leaving his face a blank mask as to not show anyone what he was thinking or feeling. And yet, despite all his best efforts, the only person who could draw out his emotions and see the real him, the person behind the mask, was Su Changhe.
Now this fic was inspired by a post/comment I saw on here about how Gong Jun didn't really have a whole lot of expressions as Su Muyu and I'm just like...Su Muyu is a rigid character who's also very prim and proper...of course he's not going to have a lot of emotions, he's also an assassin. And I wanted to explore what would happen if he let himself and his emotions just...run wild
Don't Touch My Husband
Oh, he was livid. He, Su Changhe, was absolutely livid. Everyone in the criminal underworld knew not to mess with Blood River or its members, especially its co-leader and his husband Su Muyu, and yet Yi Bu, the dumbass, had the gall to not only shoot his brother but also kidnap his husband. As he stood there, trembling with rage, he didn’t even realize Qingyang had walked into the room until he cleared his throat, making him look over at him with wild eyes as he crossed his arms.
“So? What’s the plan, boss?” he asked. Changhe was quiet before he walked over to where his balisong was stuck in the wall and yanked it out, taking some of the wall with it before he snapped it closed and looked over at him.
“The plan is to get Muyu back” he growled before he pointed at him.
“Gather the others. And have Bai Hehuai on standby. This is going to be a bloodbath” he declared before he turned and headed towards the door.
“Let’s go!” he barked. Qingyang nodded and quickly rushed after him.
Yes sir!” he replied.
Listen, this is a mafia au and I just had to write one for them because come on, these two/this whole drama just screams mafia au
That's What Family Does
The first time No. 17 had ever taken care of No. 63 was when he found him alone in the middle of the forest, hair and clothes sticking to him as he leaned against a fallen tree, exhausted and clutching at his injured abdomen.
“No. 17? What are you doing here?” he croaked, staring up at his…what was No. 17 to him? Friend? No. Assassins didn’t have friends. Brother? No, of course not. Acquaintance? No, no, they were much closer than that. As he continued to ponder what No. 17 was to him, No. 17 huffed as he knelt before him and covered him with the umbrella he was carrying, shielding him from the rain.
“I overheard your mission location and ran off to find you” he replied before he reached out and gently wiped the rain off his face before he held out his hand.
“Come. Let me take you home” he insisted.
Honestly, this fic was just an excuse to write all the times Muyu had taken care of Changhe and the one time Changhe took care of Muyu because there are a lot of instances in this drama where they look after/take care of each other
Angel With A Shotgun
Jiang Yuelou didn’t believe in the supernatural. Well, no, scratch that. He did believe in the supernatural, seeing as it was his job as a hunter after all, but what he didn’t believe in…were angels. Why, you ask? Well, when he was younger and things were…bad with his parents, Jiang Yuelou prayed. Every night. Every night he prayed to God, to the angels, to somebody, to take away his pain, his mother’s pain, to make his father stop…but no one came. No one came. And despite all that, he still prayed. For something, anything…but Heaven, God, the angels…no one acknowledged him. Not after his mother disappeared when he was eleven and not after his father fucked off and died, leaving him alone a few years later. So yeah, he didn’t believe in angels. Or in Heaven. Because if they were real, like every other supernatural being on the fucking planet, then they would have done something. Would have saved him. But they didn’t.
This was an au that I was actually talking about to @friendlynbhddevil on discord when we were just talking about different fic ideas and this one plagued me for weeks until I finally sat down and wrote it...wrote like three different drafts before I was finally happy with it
My All
After Li Jingnian had held Shen Qiuwan in his arms and prayed to the King of Hell to let her spirit pass safely into the afterlife, he carefully placed her down before he pushed himself to his feet and rushed out of the room, making his way towards the courtyard before he suddenly stopped and stared at the massacre in the yard, his eyes wide with horror, before he zeroed in on Lin Xiaoran, who had a trail of blood drying on his chin and a large slash across his chest.
“Lin Xiaoran” he breathed before he ran over to him and quickly knelt beside him, giving his shoulders a shake.
“Lin Xiaoran. Lin Xiaoran!” he exclaimed, but Lin Xiaoran didn’t answer, causing Li Jingnian to shake his head as he shook his shoulders again.
“Lin Xiaoran, wake up! Lin Xiaoran!” he cried. Lin Xiaoran, however, didn’t answer, causing Li Jingnian to let out a sob before he pulled Lin Xiaoran into his arms and gently cupped his face in his hand.
“Lin Xiaoran” he whispered, but Lin Xiaoran just looked up at him blankly, his eyes no longer sparkling with mirth and mischief and his lips no longer quirked up in his signature smile. As he looked down at him, Li Jingnian bit his lip and did his best to keep from crying, but as Lin Xiaoran grew colder and stiffer in his arms, the tears just wouldn’t stop falling and the pain in his heart just wouldn’t stop growing until he couldn’t contain it any longer and a guttural wail tore itself from his throat as he clutched Lin Xiaoran to his chest, the wail so loud and so pained that if it could wake the dead…it would.
Now this was written after the ending of The Crime Unit of Tang Dynasty and it fucking gutted me like a fish (basically a Killer and Healer ep. 37 2.0) so I had to write a semi-happy ending/fix it because oh my god, I could not believe I had to go through that bullshit twice
Mr. Kim
Kang Yohan didn’t believe in dopplegangers or that there was someone out there who looked exactly like you…until the spitting image of his dead older brother appeared before him in his office, making him nearly drop the cup of coffee in his hand.
“Isaac” he breathed, quickly putting the cup down before he pushed himself to his feet and walked over to the young man, only to pause as he looked him up and down.
“No…you’re not Isaac” he murmured, making the young man smile.
“No sir. My name’s Kim Gaon” he replied, making Yohan hum softly as he looked at him.
“Kim Gaon…I believe my brother mentioned a young man with that name when he did his military service” he murmured. Gaon laughed.
“Ah, Lieutenant Kang. Yes, I trained with him” he stated before he looked at Yohan sympathetically.
“I’m sorry to hear about his passing. I would have been at the funeral but…I was…indisposed at the time” he explained.
Now this au was inspired by the manga Mr. Baek (which is such a violently delicious drama) about two brothers that are identical but one works for the military and one works for the mob and I was like...this just screams Isaac and Gaon and then I just couldn't stop thinking about this au and so this fic came to be. It's been my first TDJ fic in like...3 years I think? And I honestly missed them
Tagging: @clawbehavior @hyperbolicgrinch @theotherwhybietoldmeso @ahhhnorealnamesallowed @incognito-insomniac @humanlighthouse @nineninepetals and anyone else who wants to play (i do not have that many people to tag but oh well)
The game: Choose 5 shows/characters, search them up in the gif search bar and use the first gif that comes up. The fun is in the inaccuracy of the tumblr search system.
tagged by @braceletofteeth thank u~
Hannibal
it is ..
Supernatural
P`Babe
I Mean I like her too
Gintama
Gin-chan
Kenta
Bonus one Because is so funny
Singha
This was really funny !!! and as always not pressure!!!
@duskofthemind @brazilian-whalien52 @sandrayy @littleblackraincloudofcourse and everyone who want to try
You know what, hell yeah, I'll play. I'll just stick to TV shows
Midsomer Murders
Hawaii Five-0
The Devil Judge
(lmao, it do be feeling like that sometimes)
Killer and Healer
(why him of all people)
CSI Miami
(him and his damn sunglasses)
Tagging: @ahhhnorealnamesallowed @clawbehavior @nineninepetals @hyperbolicgrinch @theotherwhybietoldmeso @incognito-insomniac @mishathewtf and anyone else who wants to play
Being a very poor painter, Magritte's works seldom resembled what he intended them to. This attempt at a glass key ended up looking like a rock in a mountain landscape.
Other mispainted works included his attempt at a self portrait, which looked like a slice of ham with an eyeball; his painting "Heartstrings" which resembled a cloud in a glass; and perhaps his most famous failure, "This is Not a Pipe," which sadly very clearly showed a pipe.
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amandla
snowghoul
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kianamaiart
turnnoffyourmind
