A time travel Arthur Morgan x Reader Romance (Ongoing)
Browsing the many articles and advertisements that described an incredibly dated way of life. And as much as you tried to convince yourself of all the excuses to explain your twisted journey up to this point. The number 1891 burned in your mind with a sickly feeling this wasn’t any sort of rural community.
All our fates are intertwined, but it seems yours needed a slight shift several hundred years into the past.
A time travel romance Inspired by "A Single Frayed Rope" by thejamesoldier
Updates are sporadic due to school, work, and cycling hyperfixations.
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This story is mature so obviously expect mature themes.
TW: Sexual assault, sexism, misogyny, attempted rape/non-con, violence against women, graphic depictions of violence/corpses/gore, verbal abuse, physical abuse, implications of rape/non-con, implied/referenced suicide, thoughts of suicide (will add to as needed).
Chapter 1: A Slight Shift
Chapter 2: First impressions Matter
Chapter 3: But Second Impressions are What Really Matter
pls stop calling your art “slop” its just another way of saying its “cringe” and look. I understand being young and feeling self conscious about your artwork, but your drawing of a kids next door au for an obscure plants vs zombies character that’s basically your own oc at this point wearing an outfit you wish you owned is so unique and so you and therefore so human. Dont you dare conflate it with slop and dont you dare stop making your art
Fanfiction Gifts for Donations to Indigenous Communities in Canada
For those of you who don't know, Canada is on fire, and Indigenous communities are being disproportionately affected by the overwhelming damage.
A few Call of Duty fanfic writers here on tumblr are coming together to write fics for those who show proof of donation to charities such as:
Anishinabek Nation 7th Generation Charity
Ontario Native Women's Association
Mikinakoos Emergency Fund
Red Cross
True North Aid
Indigenous Climate Action
Any others with an appeal that appears on an official First Nation, Tribal Council or registered charity channel
At the moment, we have 30 slots open! If you are interested in receiving a fanfiction as a gift for your donation, more information is below the cut! (Even if you're not interested, we ask that you please reblog!)
Rules:
You MUST be 18 years or older for this event. Please have it marked somewhere on your blog when requesting! (Or even in your message to us if that makes you more comfortable. We don't need an exact age, just ensure that you're not a minor!)
Prompts are first come first serve! The first 30 people who show vetted/verified proof of donation will be getting fics! We will close our asks when we've met our threshold!
We require a 10$ (or your local currency equivalent) minimum donation. Donating more than 10$ will not get you anything more, but if you have the means to donate more, we encourage it!
Each fic will be around 1,000 words
We are writing for the 141 characters (Ghost, Gaz, Price, Soap) only!
We are doing character x reader fics only!
No dark/Dead Dove: Do Not Eat content, including but not limited to:
fauxcest/incest
murder/violence/death/abuse
underage or age play
nonconsensual sexual content
kidnapping
bestiality, etc.
All fics will be in English
Prompts will go into a pool for writers to choose from. You do not get to choose/request who writes your gift. Our group of writers includes:
Screenshot proof of your donation. (PLEASE redact any personal information if it happens to pop up on the receipt! Internet safety!)
Send that screenshot, along with your prompt, into our ask box!
You should receive your gift in roughly 1-2 months!
Prompts should be easy to fit into 1,000 words! For example:
Character x reader date night on the beach with some fluff/smut
Childhood best friends meeting again at a coffee shop for the first time after being away from each other for years
Meet cute at (location)
“Tags” like ‘hurt/comfort’ ‘there was only one bed’ etc helps loads!
Submission Template:
When you submit into our ask box, we ask that you please use this template to make things easier for our writers!
Attach your proof of donation!
What character do you want written?:
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Finally, put your prompt here! Feel free to get as creative as you want, just adhere to the rules and make sure it can reasonably be written in 1,000 words!
Writers will be posting on their own account. If you give the blog you want to be tagged with, they will tag your blog! If you'd rather remain anonymous, a complete masterlist of all fics written will be kept here on this blog!
If you have any questions, please feel free to ask them in the comments or send something into our ask box! And again, even if you're not interested in a gift, please donate! And if you can't donate, reblog!!
Still one of the best animations I've ever done. Took just under a week and was equal parts fun and challenging. So here are some process passes! The full version had too many colors so I had to do some compression T0T
Anyway I had been brainstorming this little story taking up after the events of season 5 in a sort of more recent future. You live in the Midwest, South Dakota specifically, living your life just on the border of Minnesota, and just below the border of North Dakota.
You’ve gotten by on knowing how to wow the kids working gas stations with your insane “luck” in pulling winners every single time. But still the big one always evades you. So with what you don’t get enough in lottery tickets and fucking with dealers at the closet casino winning roulette and black jack every time, you make at a little hole in the wall psychic shop on night shifts.
You work for a self-proclaimed “psychic” named Ayple (pronounced apple), she works the day by selling palm readings, fortune tellings, and whether or not her client’s boyfriend is cheating on her and pushing her latest special herbal ozempic for only $10. You work nights. And most everyone (namely those who believe enough to even see a psychic in the first place) know your the REAL deal.
Encountering Ole Munch at the local 24/7 diner somewhat frequently enough to notice you’re some of the only witching hour regulars. Starts with a hi or a wave (one sidedly on your part), until you couldn’t help this weird curiosity from the impressions he puts in your head. Just real odd and random pieces of a very big puzzle. So you get nosy. Talking at him mostly, picking at him both verbally and what ever the weirdness in your head snags onto. And you get nothing that makes sense. But a name. Brynn. You say in passing, a goodbye as you head out after another session of a completely one side conversation. And THAT gets a reaction out of him.
That name rings in his ears. Like a long forgotten friend’s name spoken the first time in a long while. It feels familiar, almost a little sad at what feels like a different person. And you spoke it. How did you know that name? This shakes Ole to the point he becomes infatuated with something that has never happened before. How did you know?
Anyway there’s also like a corruption in town that existed before Roy’s fall, and left a fight over the power vacuum. One that winds up in your lap. That gets you into trouble and ole steps in to “help” you and then they grow close over this weird fucked up situation and of course it gets all cute and romantic.
And Ole is such a wonderfully interesting character he deserves more interest.
