The Void Gazed Back, And It Was Full Of Fanfic

[warydoom]

Welcome to the Void They say if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you.

Well, I did. And it turns out the abyss is surprisingly cozy, has excellent wifi, and is absolutely wallpapered with AO3 tabs. Welcome to my blog!

This is my little corner of the internet for all things fan-made and brainrot-inducing. Expect a chaotic mix of fic snippets, incoherent screaming about character arcs at 3 AM, reblogs of god-tier fanart, and meta that is three parts literary analysis and seven parts pure, unfiltered obsession.

If you've found your way here, let's get acquainted.

About the Proprietor of This Particular Void

Alias: Void

Pronouns: She/her

Current Status: A feral creature fueled by iced coffee and the emotional devastation of my favorite fictional characters. Probably procrastinating on something important by being here.

My Writer's DNA // A.K.A. My Favorite Tropes This is the kind of stuff you can expect me to write and reblog with reckless abandon. If you send me a prompt, odds are it'll get infused with one of these:

Found Family: My absolute beloved. Give me a mismatched crew of traumatized weirdos, emotionally constipated soldiers, or reluctant heroes who bicker endlessly but would burn down the world for each other. The more dysfunctional the bonds and the more they refuse to admit they care, the better.

Hurt/Comfort & Whump: The absolute cornerstone of this establishment. This is the whump-to-hurt/comfort pipeline, and the pipes are clean and the water pressure is phenomenal. Let's put our blorbos through the emotional and physical wringer. Break a bone, catch a nasty non-magical flu, get captured, have a full-blown panic attack about it later. Why? So another character can find them, patch them up, and deliver the quiet, tender care they both desperately need. This is the good stuff.

Angst With a Purpose: I'm not here for pointless misery. I'm here for the good, artisanal angst. The pining, the yearning, the miscommunication that actually makes sense, the painful self-realizations, the "I'm not good enough for you" speeches that get proven wrong. But it has to lead somewhere—usually to one of the tropes mentioned above.

Enemies/Rivals to Lovers: The delicious, slow-burn knife-to-throat-to-kissing pipeline. I want the tension, the begrudging respect, the moment one of them realizes "oh no, they're hot AND competent," and the eventual chaotic collapse into feelings.

Canon Divergence / Fix-It Fic: That one canon event that broke me? No it didn't. In this house, we have ✨creative differences✨ with canon. I am the benevolent and sometimes wrathful god of my own AUs, and I am here to fix what was so cruelly broken.

There Was Only One Bed: The classic. The legend. It will never not be funny or fraught with delicious tension. Bonus points if one of them is an absolute blanket hog.

Coffee Shop & Flower Shop & Tattoo Parlour AUs: (Peak comfort. Not much else to say)

The "Everybody Lives" Mandate (No Major Character Death)

Let me be crystal clear: I am not here to hurt you (or me) permanently.

Canon can kill off whoever it wants; in this house, we write fix-its and everyone gets therapy. I will whump my blorbos until the heat death of the universe, but at the end of the day, they are all getting tucked into bed, possibly with a cup of tea and a heated blanket. I'm allergic to tragic endings and I do not write major character death.

If you're looking for that, you've stumbled into the wrong corner of the abyss. This is a recovery ward, not a morgue.

The Fandoms That Have Claimed My Soul

If you're into any of these, we're probably going to get along just fine.

Anime & Manga

Jujutsu Kaisen: My brainrot has its own Infinite Void. Come scream about Gojo, Geto, and the disaster that is Yuji Itadori with me.

My Hero Academia: Either Class 1-A is causing chaos that requires a group text, or Shota Aizawa needs a 72-hour nap. There is no in-between.

Haikyuu!!: My emotional support volleyball boys. Here for the team dynamics, the rivalries, and the pure, concentrated friendship.

Attack on Titan: Come for the giant man-eating monsters, stay for the crushing generational trauma and political philosophy. It's a fun time!

One Piece: I have sold my soul to a rubber pirate and his found family of weirdos, and I have zero regrets. The One Piece IS REAL!

Avatar: The Last Airbender: The OG masterpiece. Bending, found family, and the greatest redemption arc of all time. (Politely, this is a No Korra Zone.)

Comics // Where It All Started

DC & Marvel: My interests are basically the Bat-Family's collective therapy bill, the MCU's aggressive "we are a family" agenda, and the Spider-Verse's beautiful, angsty identity crises.

Film, Books & Ineffable Husbands

Star Wars: Give me Jedi having emotional breakdowns, clones deserving a retirement plan, and morally grey people making bad decisions in space.

Our Flag Means Death & Good Omens: The corner of the blog where soft pirates and ineffable demons have permanently rearranged my brain chemistry.

Lord of the Rings: I believe in the supremacy of Second Breakfast and the unwavering loyalty of Samwise Gamgee.

Harry Potter / Wizarding World: The Marauders Era is my Roman Empire. I like the kids too, but Marauders is my Sandbox Therapy. Coincidentally, also partial to any AU where they all just get therapy instead of becoming tragic heroes.

Percy Jackson & The Olympians: The gods are parents and the kids are paying for it. In a fun, adventure-road-trip kind of way!

The Hunger Games: I am here for the dystopian commentary and rebellion, but I want to be very clear: WE ARE GIVING THEM HAPPY ENDINGS IN THIS HOUSE. I am the benevolent god of this blog; Peeta gets to bake his bread in peace.

Sherlock (BBC): For the high-functioning sociopaths and the bloggers who love them. The mind palace is *REAL*.

Game of Thrones / A Song of Ice and Fire: Ah yes, the one with the dragons, the direwolves, and the frankly irresponsible amount of character culling. I am here for the political backstabbing, the world-building, and to apply my "Everybody Lives" mandate with the force of a tactical nuke. The Starks deserved a goddamn family reunion, and in this void, they're going to get one.

Games & The Grimdark Future

Resident Evil: Why is everyone so ridiculously hot while fighting eldritch bioweapons? It's a genuine, scientific question.

Call of Duty: Task Force 141 lives in my head rent-free, and I'm pretty sure my personality is now 15% Ghost's stoicism and 85% Soap's terrible jokes.

Warhammer 40,000: FOR THE EMPEROR! Come for the dudes in giant power armor, stay for the psychic shenanigans, the glorious legions, and the primal joy of a good WAAAGH!

Navigating The Abyss // Tags & Rules

Tagging: I do my best to tag for major triggers and spoilers! General chat is usually #the void talks, fics are tagged by the main ship/fandom they are in, and random stuff Probably doesn't need a tag? (I'm new here, this may be subject to changes)

DNI: The usual applies—if you're a bigot (racist, homophobic, transphobic, etc.), a TERF, or just here to start discourse fires, please see yourself out. The void does not want you. This is a pro-fiction space for fun and brainrot.

So, pull up a chair. The abyss is vast and full of stories. My ask box is always open for prompts, questions, or just screaming into the void together.

Let's see what gazes back.

[likeafieldmouse-deactivated2015]

Luis Camnitzer - The Photograph (1981)

[gastronauticsyd]

The Screenshot (2014)

[fredersen]

The Reblog (2014)

[toratiger-deactivated20211204]

Bahahahaha love this

[processintegrated]

The Unnecessary Comment (2014)

[grumpygreenwitch]

The Revival (2026)

[sentient-tent]

This is Tie, she is going to eat all of the notes

[sentient-tent]

reblog to feed her notes

[elodieunderglass]

How is she doing this

[king-of-oreo]

Wtf happened to th notes

[lemning00n]

She ate them

[fragmentedink]

writing mood™️

[luckyglitterz]

Quotes From My Writing Diary: "I've been waiting for a good idea since the age of 13."

[fellshish]

@ fic authors what do you personally consider a successful fic? What’s the bar?

[sherl-grey]

actually writing the fic down

[mckitterick]

[rip-quizilla]

[narrettwist-art]

Desk doodles for @warydoom "Would you be open to drawing jason making silly teasing faces at the person looking at the picture?"

Several silly faces!

[warydoom]

Same Place, Different Boy

a little something for @narrettwist

Of all the stone sentinels brooding over Gotham City, Jason’s favorite gargoyle, Sam, was undeniably the ugliest.

Perched high on the crumbling spire of an abandoned church in Crime Alley, Sam was an architectural disaster. Half his snout had fallen away, leaving a jagged, lopsided grimace. He possessed only one intact bat-wing, stumps of ears, and held a hunched posture that suggested he was nursing a terrible stomachache.

"He looks just like old man Sam the vendor." Jason had declared upon first landing on the roof.

Dick, the poser, preferred the sleek, gleaming beasts of the Financial District, with outstretched hands to swing from. Bruce favored the intimidating monsters of the Town Hall, prefect shadows that he could brood under. But to Jason, Sam the gargoyle was perfect.

During his years as Robin, Jason spent hours sitting on that broad, flat back. He liked Sam because he didn’t belong on a postcard. He wasn’t trying to show off. Sam was a scrappy, battered survivor that refused to crumble into the street below. Just like Crime Alley did.

"Keep up, Robin," Batman’s gruff voice would crackle through the comms on a rainy Tuesday.

"Give me a sec, B," Jason would reply. He’d swing his bright green pixie boots over the dizzying drop, lean forward, and pat the gargoyle’s pitted stone head. "Just saying goodnight to Sam."

"It's a lump of granite."

"How dare you!" Jason would gasp, "You'll hurt his feelings! Beside Sam has character." Then Jason would laugh, grinning before firing his grapple gun and swinging away into the smog. The gargoyle always watched him go, and Jason sometimes imagined he was wishing Robin a grudging 'good luck'. Just like Sam the Grump always did.

***

Then came the Garzonas. The Joker, the horrible, echoing laugh. The explosion in Ethiopia.

***

For a long time, Sam sat alone, in the rain and rare sun. Seasons bled into one another. Winter snows gathered on the gargoyle's broken snout, and spring thunderstorms washed away the grime, but no brightly colored boy ever fell from the sky to sit upon its back. The gargoyle watched Crime Alley rot. It watched a new Robin swing by, one who favored the picturesque gargoyles of the Diamond District. The city mourned, and then, as Gotham always did, it forgot.

Until a heavy pair of combat boots hit the stone.

The Red Hood stepped up to the edge of the spire. He was broader now, his shoulders wrapped in a scuffed brown leather jacket, a pair of custom handguns holstered at his thighs. The smell of cordite and old blood clung to him.

Rain slicked down the crimson dome of his helmet. Slowly, the man reached up, disengaged the seals, and pulled the Red Hood off.

***

Jason inhaled the toxic, familiar smog of Gotham. He looked down at the gargoyle.

Sam hadn't changed. His face was still lopsided. His wing was still broken.

Jason stepped down onto the stone back and sat, his legs dangling over the rooftop edge. He traced a gloved hand over the jagged edge of the eroded snout.

"Hey, Sam," Jason murmured, his voice deeper, more serious now. "I'm back. I think you missed me, didn't you? Things are gonna be different now. Messier."

Sam, of course, said nothing. He just stared at the terror of the criminal underbelly of Gotham with his one good eye. But unlike Bruce, the stone didn't have any expectations. Sam didn't ask Jason to be the boy in the green boots again, or try to change his mind. The gargoyle was just a fellow survivor, scarred and stationary. Jason leaned his head against the cold, pitted stone and, for the first time since the coffin, let his shoulders drop.

[writingdose]

things I won’t let ai take away from human writers

em dash

“not x, not y, but z”

short sentence stacking as a stylistic choice

none of these belong to ai. these are all what human writers have been writing since day one, way before ai was invented. ai was trained to mimic how human writers write — so em dash, not x not y but z and short sentence stacking would never have been used by ai at all if ai hadn’t learned and mimicked them from human writers.

no, you are not “fighting against ai” by accusing every work that has em dash, not x not y but z or short sentence stacking in it as ai-generated, you are helping ai harm the writing community by engaging in witch hunt and scaring human writers away from creating/sharing their works for fear of being wrongly accused of using ai.

speculations, accusations and ai witch hunt harm the writing community as much as ai does, if not more.

[redd956]

Also bullet list

I have list making OCD and autism

It's in my nature to make a good bullet list

I really like them :)

[adivinationwitch]

Abstract metaphors too.

I see so many posts saying that abstract metaphors, dramatic metaphors or use of certain adjectives in a metaphor or description (Shadows and light is one example) signify AI, and it's like you are making writers police their own writing style for fear of being wrongfully accused of using AI

[warydoom]

I used to write quiet when describing something - now people have accused me of writing with ai because of that, and I'm scared to use the word, for fear of being dogpiled. I write slightly fancy - I'm a drama queen, and I know that - but so, so much self-censoring has been happening since ai-hunts have started.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[warydoom]

Tumblr made a snek game for April fool's? Cool!

[baddywronglegs]

Do you think Michael Crichton had a deep-seated hatred of theme parks because he was too tall for all the rides?

[wanderer-chronicles]

Yes.

[tumblr] is a flat circle.

[baddywronglegs]

Damn, it sure is huh

[zetabrarian]

We should do this more on this website.

Person 1: -posts-

Person 2: -pulls out the historical documents-

[baddywronglegs]

I have been brought before the scriptures and my heresies found canonical.

I accept the judgement "unoriginal" and "should have looked it up first" but, in my inadequate defence, Tumblr's search function does fucking suck.

[zeemczed]

Defense found perfectly cromulent. Let Baddywronglegs free, and let no mark be against said blog.

[fozmeadows]

"I have been brought before the scriptures and my heresies found canonical" is an all-time banger line.

[warydoom]

It sounds like something out of (I am the very model of) The Modern Tumblr Blogger

[sunderwight]

"humans are space orcs" this and "humans are the jack-of-all-trades race" that and "humans are the ones with a reputation for trying to fuck everything" and etc but you know what I don't see too often?

humans are the moms

compared to other species on earth, humans have a really outsized "protect baby" instinct. you give a human a thing and tell them it's actually a baby thing and many humans will suddenly develop a complete and total aversion to harming it, even if it's like, a writhing mass of slimy tentacles in no way reminiscent of human infants

cats domesticated us by figuring out that they could leave their kittens with us when they went out hunting and come back and probably still have the same number as before they left. there is a decent chance that wolves did the same thing

word gets around the less parenting-inclined species and they're just like, are you doing a long haul space voyage? going to have to lay some eggs in the course of the trip? take a few humans with you. yeah they'll just start training the young and keeping from them climbing into the machinery themselves you don't even have to find specialists. I know a guy who budded unexpectedly on a freight hauler halfway through a four year trip, and not only did the humans not eat his spawn, they set up this thing called "babysitting" where they'd take turns monitoring its survival and helping to teach it basic skills

hazard is that if you're going anywhere with xenofauna, you have higher than normal odds of the humans trying to smuggle some weird creature aboard ship, though. you gotta watch 'em. on their own homeworld their officials have to put up goddamn signs telling them not to feed dangerous wildlife or try to touch the babies. most of 'em do understand the regulations and about potential bio hazards but there always seems to be at least one that loses their goddamn minds because some avian chick got caught in a mudslide or something

[triflesandparsnips]

Humans with anything baby-coded:

[what-even-is-thiss]

I’ve known for a while that ancient Romans ate sea urchins but the for the longest time I’ve never known how exactly people eat sea urchins.

Turns out you kinda just cut them open and wash the meat off in salt water. A lot of people eat them raw but you can also cook them. I think a lot of ancient Romans liked boiling them in a sauce.

[viki23spots]

We will eat anything that won't kill us, so it makes sense. And then we made a profession/art form out of that.

[warydoom]

There’s a family in Iceland that looked at the most poisonous shark on Earth and said, “Yeah. We can eat him.”

The Greenland shark is not edible. Not in the normal sense. Not in the “just cook it longer” sense. In the “this will put you on the floor, blind, and meeting your ancestors” sense.

So obviously, humanity rose to the challenge.

Step one: do not eat the shark.

Step two: bury the shark.

This was in the past, though. Now they put it in a cooling unit. And it just sits there. Pressed. Draining. Slowly becoming less of a threat to human life and more of a cheese.

Months pass.

Fluids leave. Regrets remain.

Then they hang it up to dry. Like laundry. Like this is normal. Like this is something you explain to guests without watching them reconsider your entire coastline.

At no point does anyone stop and go, “hey, maybe we shouldn’t.” No. They keep going. They commit.

People describe the taste as “chewing a urine-infested mattress.” Which is already a sentence that should not exist, and yet here we are. Others say it’s like Stilton cheese mixed with hair bleach, which feels like a PR cover-up by Big Fermentation.

It’s a delicacy.

Of course it is. Of course the thing that required fermenting a poisonous shark corpse for half a year is considered a treat.

There’s even a shark museum nearby, where you can learn about all this. You can stand there, surrounded by the knowledge of what has been done, what continues to be done, and then, if hubris has claimed you—

you can taste it.

[randomishnickname]

One of those fandom things that I love is when there’s new characters around and, with the unwavering confidence of an old farmer appraising cattle, fanfic authors take one good look at them, tilt their imaginary hat, and go “Aye. Praise kink, that one. Mighty case of praise kink if I ever saw one.” And everyone else just “aye.”

[inimitably-ineffable]

Not to mention the plot tropes.

“I don’t think the Highschool AU is going to come in too strong this year. Fandoms a touch jaded for that. But the hurt/comfort is growin’ thick as weeds and twice as fast. It’ll be a good harvest, fer sure.”

[mx-incognito]

@cynaram

[cynaram]

“I hear over at [neighbouring fandom] they’re putting the top field into fix-it fics.”

“Yes, ‘twould be.  They had a hard season last year, a right hard season.” 

[explorerrowan]

“You think I ought to plant a little Sailor Moon Wild West AU? Don’t know if anything would come of it. Might not make it to harvest.”

“Won’t know until you plant it, will you?”

[fieldbears]

“Ah, a heritage crop.”

[captainclickycat]

The shipping forecast.

[romanticalgirl]

The Fandom Almanac

[nyansense-the-nyanbinary]

“I think I’m going to sow some rarepairs this season. Don’t know what the market for ‘em will be, but I can eat ‘em if nobody else wants to.”

[jonairadreaming]

Petition to start referring to fanworks as ‘produce’ and stop calling it ‘content’.

Produce = Fresh. Tasty. Nutritious. Contains some ppm of Love.

Content = Lifeless. Sterile. An obligation.

[fruitcakebro]

I really like this, actually. I should do that. Planting my rarepairs for later harvest. Expecting good produce this season.

[ailithnight]

“That WIP sapling I planted a few years ain’t grown much in a while, but the little thing is still alive, still growing leaves each spring, so I reckon Imma keep tending to it. An maybe if I can figure out just what it needs, it’ll shoot right on up one of these days ready to flower an fruit.”

“Aye! The plot bunnies got in to my fields again!”

[pocket-size-cthulhu]

"people don't change overnight" ok but have you considered all the character development they went through while they were in the time loop. What about that

[the-lost-archivist]

"people dont change overnight" ok but have you considered all the character development they went through while they were haunted by the ghosts of past present and future and also their dead business partner. What about that

[mikkeneko]

"people dont change overnight" ok but have you considered that maybe he died in his sleep and got possessed by the ghost of someone with less childhood trauma? what about that

[warydoom]

The fact that I know charecters who fit at least one of these. *stares into the void*