SHIPS/FANDOMS I LIKE AND AM WILLING TO WRITE ABOUT
HTTYD (Probably the main fandom that I'll be writing/posting about.)
Vigcup - I love the complications, the toxicity, the age gap, so problematic I love it. And you can't tell me Viggo didn't have the hots for Hiccup in the show, 'my dear'? HELLO!?
Hijack - If you haven't read 'I Saw Stars.' By HALCYXN, Sento_Writes_Stuff, and UntitledGoat, please go and do so now.
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Arcane (This fandom is pain.)
Jayvik - The fact that there was no kiss is a criminal, the writers knew what they we're doing, THEY'RE LITERALLY SOUL MATES!
Silco/Jinx platonic. Silco is such a girldad and no one can tell me otherwise.
Spiderverse
Migwen - Is it just me or is Miguel being protective of her? Like he's mad at her and shit, but I can't see him not taking her under his wing.
Trollhunters
Strickler/Stricklake/Knife family - Trollhunters is a comfort show for me so I love writing and reading about it in general but I especially LOVE Strickler.
ANYTHING ABOUT DOUXIE ESPECIALLY ANGST.
Jlaire/Jlairexie/Douxarie, I love them all.
Big Hero 6
Obake. I just love his character. I definitely recommend Kineil_D_Wicks works on ao3 about him, specifically (Not So) Hated By Life Itself. One of my favorite fics entirely.
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She-ra
Entrapta/Hordak, they're so cute I swear.
Catra/Adora, honestly, I didn't even ship them that much until recently. I've always loved Catra, though.
Danganronpa (Nothing specific really, everything I read about this fandom is so dark and indulgent, it's beautiful.)
Watership Down
General Woundwort, mostly. Once again I just love his character.
The Deep (VERY UNDERRATED AND BASICALLY DEAD FANDOM)
I don't think anyone writes about it anymore but it's a really good show.
Finntaine or just Finn, really into the abusive Hammerhead/Traumatized Finn fics.
Nevermore
Lennabel - Don't know if it technically counts as toxic but either way I love it and they're both just so FINEEE.
Willtresor - I love toxic bl, and Montresor is a greasy little shit that I like for some odd reason.
Homesick
No ships, just really like Gressil cuz he's also a greasy little shit (SERVING CUNT NOW AND FOREVER PEOPLE).
This list will probably grow over time and I'd love it if y'all recommend me ships or fandoms to check out.
I don't think I've ever been that 'new year, new me' person, and I doubt I ever will be. But I can say for sure I've changed a lot since the start of last year, hopefully for the better. And to all those who supported me on this app, in my real life, and to whoever's reading this, I hope you have a good year.
I am hungry. So I eat. And I keep eating. More, and more, and more. But I'm not hungry, there's no vacant gap within the walls of my stomach pleading to be acknowledged, no empty space begging to be filled, no ache needing to be soothed via food. But still I keep eating, consuming until I can't anymore. Shoveling meal after meal into my mouth. It's all so insubstantial, all empty calories I know I'll feel the effect of later. Immediately, I want it out of me, all of it. It's too much. I think I'll burst at any minute. But I don't. I'll just suffer through, or have it come out the same way it went in. It's wasteful, disgusting, vile. I feel like a pig, a swine, some filthy animal stuffing itself past max capacity in a desperate attempt to fill the void. A space so empty it constantly makes itself known. It begs to filled, or maybe it's me who begs for it to be filled, for it to finally be no more.
Hi, guys! I know I haven't posted in a while which I apologize for. Since school started back I haven't had much time to do any writing. I'm getting back on track tho, but about this post. A friend of mines wrote this beautiful poem and I offered to post it for her. I trust you guys will read it and show it some love. ❤
Our live’s invisible chains
I grew up thinking I was gonna live like a princess.
In a pink castle having tea parties every day.
Being Daddy’s little girl, that meaning has changed now then the one I grew up to.
Now I hate looking nice, scared of the opinions of others wandering eyes.
I miss when wearing dresses and tutus and skirts were not sexualised.
But now saying Daddy is not used as a term little girls call their dad’s.
I miss not having to worry about curfew and being out too late.
I miss not thinking that every boy who likes me, just wants one thing.
I miss running away from boys and saying they had cooties.
Because those were the times we were free.
I miss not crying every night about whether someone actually cares for me.
Life was much better when we used to sleep with stuffed animalsand night lights, being tucked in with a kiss to our foreheads and sleeping without a care in the world.
Now I stay awake at night doing nothing, staring up, in my bed wondering who I am.
I used to not care about others and what they thought of me.
Now, I wanna be alone and I'm worried if I look pretty.
I stare in the mirror thinking I would look better If I had all these different features.
“If only I was thinner.”
“If only I had dimples.”
“If only I didn't have this smile.”
“If only I was perfect.”
It only takes one “joke” about yourself till you start to believe it.
I’m worried that I'm too addicted to social media which is why I pick every little detail of myself apart.
Especially as a black teenage girl.
Growing up with racism jokes.
Once they start they don't stop.
I miss when you could make friends without having them talk behind your back.
I miss when you were not made fun of because of how you look.
I was taught if you didn't have anything nice to say dont say it.
I was taught to treat others how you want to be treated.
Most importantly I was taught not to wear my heart on my sleeve.
But you can't be too mean or too nice, you have to be the right amount of both.You NEED to keep up with the new trends.
Forget being yourself you need to fit in to be cool and to be liked.
But to fit in and be liked you have to be mindful and forget about yourself.
That's when the cycle starts.
You get friends and you become a people pleaser, you wake up one day and realize the smile you're faking.
You lost yourself, who are YOU outside of your friends.
Are you ok?
Your parents don't recognise you.
You've lashed out on your friends.
Were they your friends really? You catch yourself looking in the mirror holding in your stomach.
You get a notification.
A text from someone.
An unknown number.
Anonymous: just thought you should know.
Different screenshots of your so called “friends” talking behind your back.
You're angry, you should be, but behind all that anger is sadness and the next day comes.
You're not faking that smile your grades dropped. Your parents are disappointed but you don't care.
Your parents are fighting and your dad is drunk.
You stopped being daddy's little girl.
But you really needed your dad right now.
You needed to find a substitute for all this anger and sadness.
You were just in your room you didn’t mean to!
Now, LOOK at what you did.
The foreign “thing” in your hand.
But it felt good...
Felt so good you started to do it frequently.
Weekdays, weekends, even at school. Wearing hoodies was mandatory in the summer.
The scars were reminders to yourself of how nobody could ever love you.
Which added more fuel, your old friends were talking about you.
Some others were bullying you online.
You got tired of life, one night and you made up your mind and decided to just do it.
But you gave it another 2 weeks.
You pretended to be happy again.
Your parents had their child back again.
You tried to get your grades up, the bullying stopped.
Everyone was confused, while you were kinda at peace with your life. You wrote down your Goodbyes and I love you’s.
2 letters labeled in neat handwriting “mom” and “dad”.
You hung out with them more.
And on the last day you gave your mom and dad a big hug.
You placed both the letters in a safe spot and put them in your desk drawer.
Locking your room door.
You took a last look around your childhood room.
The last 16 years of your life in this very room.
The same room where it started and where it will end. You played your favorite song for the last time.
Hugged your stuffed animals dearly as if your life depended on it.
The music in your room was loud.
You made sure that the only thing that could be heard was music.
Then, you took one last breath of air, tears running down your face.
Placing this weapon of destruction to your head.
Before letting it go off.
"In this story, I represented one in a million teens across America and their situation."
"Sadly, it could be any one of us going through these troubles."
"This is a lesson that this could be anyone, so be careful on what you say and what you do."
"Take time to spend with your loved ones before it's too late."
✧ Broken ribs suck. You don’t just “walk it off.” Breathing hurts. Laughing hurts. Existing hurts. Characters with rib injuries won’t be doing heroic sprints.
✧ Concussions aren’t instant naps. Dazed vision, nausea, dizziness, maybe even personality changes, but they’re not going to collapse neatly like in the movies.
✧ Blood loss is sneaky. It’s not just about dramatic pools of blood. It’s dizziness, confusion, and the body getting cold as circulation tanks.
✧ Adrenaline lies. Someone can take a serious injury and not feel it until the fight’s over. That “I didn’t realize I was bleeding until later” trope? Very real.
✧ Twisted ankles are brutal. One bad step and suddenly running is off the table. Even walking hurts like hell. Perfect way to ground a chase scene.
✧ Burns linger. Even small burns hurt more than most people expect. Blisters, infection risk, constant pain, it’s not just a cool scar later.
✧ Dislocated shoulders = useless arm. Characters can’t keep swinging a sword or firing a gun. They’re basically fighting one-armed until it’s fixed.
✧ Shock is a thing. Pale skin, trembling, rapid heartbeat, and eventually disorientation. A character might not even realize how bad their wound is.
✧ Stitches aren’t magic. Getting sewn up is painful and recovery takes time. They’re not instantly battle-ready after a needle and thread.
✧ Scars tell stories. Some fade, some don’t. Some stay sensitive forever. Don’t forget the aftermath when the wound becomes part of the character.
Have you seen one of these dipshits? If you post regularly on ao3, chances are YES, but more likely you didn't notice nor suspect it was a bot. Sometimes they start off nice, or even praise you before getting nasty out of nowhere, like so:
But much like Grok, their newest obsession is nazism.
I don't know where they come from, or what purpose this could possibly serve other than suicidebaiting random people in the internet, I guess; but apparently they've started parroting names from real users to send these comments and shifting their general length to go by undetected. Maybe those are scrappers trying to train 'reviewbots' to be sold as part of some scam service promising to give feedback for newbie writers, who the fuck knows.
Here are more examples of the tone and backhanded compliments you can find in these:
If you regularly post on AO3 or interact with writers in it, please pass this along so they don't feel insane receiving bombs in their inbox. This is ridiculous.
What the actual fuck. This is seriously getting out hand, ao3 was perfect before all these bots came along. I don't post much on there and I've only recently started, but I feel like I would still fall for this.
The irony of this new breed of self-righteous AI hunters on AO3 is that they're all just copy and pasting peoples fics into AI detectors, which are all operated by AI and therefore THEY are feeding people's work into the algorithm without their consent and in some cases no doubt circumventing the locks people put on to avoid getting scraped...
Don't copy and paste anyone's AO3 work into third party websites, you're not the good guys in this situation?
Hey, heads up folks. New bot comments on ao3 are skimming sections of your story to use in comments while gushing about it and trying to get you off site. Its usually weird or not even from the same chapter. I have gotten 3 today. Please be on the look out.
How do you think Viggo would react when finding out that the people Hiccup calls his best friends used to treat him like he was dirt under their shoe?
I feel like, if this is a Viggo Lives AU, he would be very rational about it, tbh. Because if he himself can change for the better, then so can other people. It would probably take a lot for Hiccup to talk with him about the bullying and being ostracized, but I feel like Viggo would also be able to relate to that. I definitely headcanon Viggo as having been an outcast among his tribe.
If this is not an AU in which he survives Triple Cross, so it’s pre-redemption, he would use this information to try to get Hiccup on his side. He would be angry about it for sure, and say that his intelligence isn’t appreciated. It would be a manipulation tool for him.
I can definitely see Hiccup still having insecurities from how he was treated growing up, but honestly, his friends love him, and not just because he defeated the Red Death. They love him because they finally opened up to trying to understand him, and realized he had all these good qualities all along. The love they have for him is not conditional based on dragons or anything like that. I think his friends genuinely developed an unconditional love for him.
And that is something that pre-redemption Viggo would absolutely not understand.
I already said my piece on the other post that was related to this but like, it makes me insane how anon is like "how would the villain react to the gang before they had their character development?"
Viggo wants to harm the Riders now. The Riders hurt Hiccup in the past but have more than made up for it!
Also, that bitch would definitely try to use it against the Riders because he's the bad guy.
But also, who's gonna tell him? You? You gonna snitch to Viggo like a narc? You think Hiccup goes around telling people about that? Hiccup ain't telling people shit about that.
