bel

twitch streamers; marvel cinematic universe; formula 1; louis tomlinson; taylor swift

[matchtaco]

"...I've given my reasons and I stand by it."

will live from this moment on in my head without paying rent

[matchtaco]

There Was No Future (so we became one)

Chapter 1: The World Didn’t End That Day

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Summary:

“If he's part of your group,” the sheriff finally said, “then we go back.” Glenn looked at him, surprised. “Are you sure? You don't have to.” “Yes, I do,” Rick interrupted him, calmly but firmly. “If I start deciding who's worth it and who's not... I'm not going to get home being who I need to be.” Elena. Carl. He could only think of them. They had known a man, and he had to remain that same man. He couldn't, and shouldn't, allow himself to become someone they wouldn't recognize.

READ HERE!!!!

Okay LISTEN.

I know it’s been almost a month. I KNOW.

But my country is at the Winter Olympics (which is funny because it’s literally summer here, but winter sports supremacy, I guess), and this is the biggest delegation we’ve had in decades. So obviously I got invested.

Okay. So.

It started as 39 pages in my Google Doc in my native language (11k words, because apparently, I don’t know how to be concise), and after translating it into English it somehow grew even more. Which means yes, I have stared at this story for an unhealthy amount of hours and I am now emotionally bonded to it.

English isn’t my first language — I’m mostly self-taught — so posting this feels mildly unhinged but also kind of empowering. Especially because this is my first TWD fic after spending the last three years buried in F1 RPF. The genre shift? Violent. The brain chemistry change? Real.

This whole thing exists because I was rewatching The Walking Dead (as one does when they miss pain) and I even managed to convince one of my best friends to watch it for the first time, which feels like winning something.

And this is not a “one idea and vibes” situation. I have up to chapter 23 planned / drafted / actively haunting my notes app. So we are committing.

If you read it, please talk to me. I live for reactions. I thrive on comments. Kudos genuinely make my day better. I’m not above admitting I love the attention.

Trigger warnings include violence, walker violence, mentions of a gunshot (non-graphic), blood, gore, cauterization with fire, walkers, and a brief mention of an animal death.

Tag list for the first chapter: @fantastic-artemis, @diamonddeer-fixation, @siriusblackloml (If you want to be tagged when chapter two drops, tell me 👀)

Please be nice to me I'm fragile

[matchtaco]

So… I’m rewatching The Walking Dead again because time is a flat circle and we always crawl back to the things that broke us right) and my brain decided to fully betray me with a new fic idea that refuses to shut up.

Basically: TWD timeline, walkers still everywhere, the world still ending,,,, but Rick actually has a wife. Not Lori. One who survives with him.

The story would follow the full timeline of TWD, but through this slightly-shifted universe where Rick’s wife is an original character (yes, I know — Andrea is Mrs. Grimes in the comics, Michonne in the show, but listen… there are never enough Mrs. Grimeses).

Key obsessions currently ruining my peace:

Age gap between Rick and the protagonist

Carl and Judith sharing both biological parents

Domestic moments in Alexandria contrasted with apocalypse horror

A relationship that actually functions under pressure

And a twist somewhere down the line because I physically cannot write things straight

Also, full transparency: this idea exists partly because an AO3 fic I read completely dragged me back into lesbian / bi Michonne brainrot. I have written Richonne before (yes, even alpha/alpha, don’t ask), but right now my mind is stuck on Michonne loving women is both inevitable and narratively delicious, and I’m choosing not to fight it. Let her be complex. Let her be everything.

And this isn’t a Rick-only universe. Everyone else still gets to matter.

Daryl orbiting the Grimes household like a feral guardian angel, Carol quietly reinventing herself (again), Glenn and Maggie finding love that feels almost reckless in a dying world. The group still fractures, still heals, still becomes family in uneven ways. Their arcs don’t disappear — they collide with this version of the story and bend around it.

This isn’t a fix-it fic. It’s not “what if everything was better.” It’s a rearrangement. A pressure test. A “what shifts if Rick is never emotionally alone, and how does that change everyone else?”

I’m still outlining / vibing / rewatching, but if this is something you’d read…

please say so Encourage me. Enable me.

Because this fic is haunting me and I think I might need peer pressure to make it real.

[feketeribizli]

thinking about my dead wife...

[feketeribizli]

#her...

[matchtaco]

Hey,

I wasn’t even planning to vent about this here, since it’s not exactly about Charles and Max—but about Lestappen on AO3, and specifically, the fics I’ve written there. But after spending a whole damn week trying to brush it off, I just can’t. I’m tired, I’m annoyed, and honestly? This whole AI nonsense really got under my skin.

Apparently, a ridiculous number of my fics—including basically everything I’ve posted from If I Were Him and earlier—ended up in a massive list someone used to train a generative AI. (Check your own fics, sis—if your fic falls somewhere between number 1 and 63 million, I hate to say that bad news: you’re probably in that mess too.)

I don’t even know how copyright laws around AI work in the U.S., but it honestly feels like a slap in the face. All that time, emotion, effort—and now it’s just data for some random algorithm? Give me a break.

Anyway, sorry this is off-topic from Max and Charles—I just needed to let it out somewhere. On the brighter side, I did manage to finish a one-shot, and I think I’ll be posting it before the race this week. Gotta balance the rage with a little fluff, right? haha 🤠

Read here the news

[bumi-writes]

Hello! Ao3 has been part of an unauthorized data scrape for GenAI purposes. If your fic has an ID number between 1 and 63200000, it may be a part of the data set and you can file a DMCA copyright infringement notice on the American sites it was uploaded to. Each of you will need to request a takedown.

Here’s a link to the information.

It is a reddit link, but it has the other links you’ll need in one place.

(Tagging with as many medias as I can remember so it gets to more fandoms)

[matchtaco]

The podium was sufficient motivation for me to publish Lestappen, so teah

[matchtaco]

I miss your lestappen fic so much🥹🥹 and your account too!

Ow, I never thought that someone would miss my fics lestappen or even my acc here

Last year it was terrible for me, and this year it started as bad (or even worse) but I promise to return, or at least publish an ABO Lestappen (If you want it, of course), it is strange that someone misses me, so I suppose a person is already worth returning, right? lol

Bel/matchtaco is back 💙

[matchtaco]

I'm back, with a sargebon and sad fic, but well, I needed to channel the sadness that I carry inside in some way because just talking about it no longer works for me

The things I did (just so I could call you mine) winterfvIconx

Summary:

Two pink lines.

That test was the fifth that Logan had taken in the last two days.

He no longer knew what other pregnancy test he needed, he already had a digital one that said in large black letters “pregnancy” with a green background, he already had two positive ones, the one indicating that he had been five weeks, and now he had the classic two stripes

Link!!!!

[browinning7]

do your laundry properly, cook your meals properly, no matter what kind of billionaire you imagine you will be, these are basic life skills🫠

[logannotator]

"I know firsthand how brutal this sport can be." end me already

[afniel]

This is the magic lucky word count. Reblog for creativity juice. It might even work, who knows.

[matchtaco]

I've been listening to too much Taylor Swift, I'm going to write an angsty Loscar fic right now, (and maybe with Lestappen, because... why not?)

[matchtaco]

Do you remember my idea of Indy Car Driver!Logan? okay I started writing a fic, long distance relationship, maybe Logan as a Haas driver (I'm thinking he still has possibilities there, let me), I just want to write a sad sargebon with the “I'm good to you”, I hope to finish this one, I still don't feel like publishing the previous one I wrote but whatever!!

[miffy-piastri]

this is literally everything i will think about for the rest of the month

[aesterea-archived]

if you’re ever about to comment on a writer’s work and think, oh, they probably know how good they are, you’re definitely wrong. every time a writer posts or publishes anything, no matter how many years they’ve been doing it and no matter how many readers they have, they are struck with the idea that perhaps they aren’t very good at all.

if you think you’re annoying for commenting, or that we won’t see your comments anyway, you’re wrong. we see your comments. we actively look for them. we are starved for them no matter how many we get. we remember them and they fuel us. leave comments, even if it’s just saying “oh i like this”. i see an “oh i like this” and my heart grows three times its size and i am seized with an urge to provide you more writing just to hear you say “oh i like this” again.

[matchtaco]

OH 💙♥️