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Naruto fandom when they see a time travel and/or fix it au
Here, have some out of context moments from a naruto fic I’m reading because while it does have 42k hits, I still feel like nobody is seeing the vision
(Fic: Burnt Out by Shynnohwen)
The urge to post memes about specific fanfics I’ve read but no one will understand them
Dear naruto fic writers, thank you for taking canon out back and putting it down
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62608510/chapters/165924838
Chapter 8 of Children of the Star has been posted!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62608510/chapters/164687728
Chapter 7 of Children of the Star has been posted!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62608510/chapters/164442109
Chapter 5 of Children of the Star is now posted!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62608510/chapters/163729717
Chapter four of Children of The Star has been posted!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62608510/chapters/161622580
Chapter three of Children of the Star has been posted! Check out now:3
Hey, question. Is 200k words really that much to read in a day? I've read a bit over 500k in a day once and I've never really questioned it-
Some friends on discord said it was a lot but I don't really know. I will get back to you guys on this.
I haven't wrote fanfics since 2020 but gods I'm having fun. It's pretty short rn though.
It's a dsmp and mha crossover if anyones interested:
["Congratulations! Today is your day. You're off to Great Places! You're off and away!"
"You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own."
"And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who'll decide where to go."
"You'll look up and down streets. Look 'em over with care. About some you will say, "I don't choose to go there." With your head full of brains-"
"-and your shoes full of feet,"
"-you're too smart to go down any not-so-good street."
"And you may not find any you'll want to go down. In that case, of course, you'll head straight out of town. It's opener there in the wide open air. Out there things can happen and frequently do to people as brainy-"
"-and footsy as you."
"And when things start to happen, don't worry. Don't stew. Just go right along. You'll start happening too. Oh! The Places You'll Go!"
"You'll be on your way up! You'll be seeing great sights! You'll join the high fliers who soar to high heights. You won't lag behind, because you'll have the speed. You'll pass the whole gang and you'll soon take the lead. Wherever you fly, you'll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest."
"Except when you don't. Because, sometimes, you won't. I'm sorry to say so but, sadly, it's true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you. You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You'll be left in a Lurch. You'll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you'll be left in a Slump.
"And when you're in a Slump, you're not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done. You will come to a place where the streets are not marked. Some windows are lighted. But mostly they're darked. A place you could sprain both your and elbow and chin!"
"Do you dare to stay out? Do you dare to go in? How much can you lose? How much can you win? And IF you go in, should you turn left or right...or right-and-three-quarters? Or, maybe, not quite? Or go around and back and sneak in from behind? Simple it's not, I'm afraid you will find, for a mind-maker-upper to make up his mind."
"You can get so confused that you'll start in to race down long wiggled roads at a break-necking pace and grin on for miles across weirdish wild space, headed, I fear, toward a most useless place. The Waiting Place..."
"...for people just waiting. Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow, or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow. Everyone is waiting.
"Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake. Or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants, or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting."
"No! That's not for you!"
"Somehow you'll escape all that waiting and staying. You'll find the bright places where Boom Bands are playing. With banner flip-flapping, once more you'll ride high! Ready for anything under the sky. Ready because you're that kind of guy!"
"Oh, the places you'll go! There is fun to be done! There are points to be scored. There are games to be won. And the magical things you can do with that ball will make you the winning-est winner of all. Fame! You'll be famous as famous can be, with the whole world watching you win on TV."
"Except when they don't. Because, sometimes, they won't."
"I'm afraid that some times you'll play lonely games too. Games you can't win 'cause you'll play against you. All Alone! Whether you like it or not, Alone will be something you'll be quite a lot."
"And when you're alone, there's a very good chance you'll meet things that scare you right out of your pants. There are some, down the road between hither and yon, that can scare you so much you won't want to go on."
"But on you will go though the weather be foul. On you will go through your enemies prowl. On you will go through the Hakken-Kraks howl. Onward up many a frightening creek,"
"though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak. On and on you will hike. And I know you'll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are."
"You'll get mixed up, of course, as you already know."
"You'll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember Life's a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left."
"And will you succeed?"
"Yes! You will, indeed! (98 and 1/4 percent guaranteed.) Kid, You'll Move Mountains! So...be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ali Van Allen O'Shea...or Danny."
"you're off to Great Places! Today is your day! Your mountain is waiting. So...get on your way!"]
- from "Wayne's Haunted Mansion" by Tathartiel on AO3 ~132k words (29/?) chapters
•this is from a scene where red hood is reading a Dr Seuss book to Danny, I don't know if this is actually based on an actual Dr Seuss book but I absolutely loved it and I want to share it
Write it shitty, write it scared, write it without a clue but don't you be so spineless and have an AI write fanfic for you.
This, yes!¡!
No one reblogs on tumblr anymore.
No one leaves comments on Ao3 anymore.
Seriously people the lack of fandom interaction these days makes me genuinely depressed, it never used to be like this, makes me wonder what's the point of coming online to do anything anymore.
Reblog a post so other people can see it.
Leave a comment so the author doesn't feel like giving up.
Fandom cannot live on Likes or Kudos alone.
this reminds me of the time someone on tiktok said fanfiction websites are like drug dealers: if you want the good shit, you go to a good dealer; bad quality drugs on wattpad, mid quality drugs on ff.net and excellent, well-sourced drugs from ao3. as someone who doesn't even do drugs this still makes total sense
Reading fanfiction on ao3 is like being addicted to drugs.
The first time you read one you experience this immense amount of euphoria and satisfaction (because of a well-done story or your ship having a solid dynamic etc.)
The high lasts for quite some time until you want way more of that special feeling so you read more and more until eventually nothing can satisfy you anymore.
But instead of trying to quit, we embrace the madness and let it takes us wherever it wants.
And I think that's beautiful.
It’s BACK
Ao3 is back up on my device. Reload ur webpage and see if it works as well
If you:
you love Law?
you love bkdk?
you love the "get help" scene and wanted to see a bkdk version of it?
you love daily updates?
you love the found family tag?
you want to see some 17 year olds basically adopt a 7 year old Law?
while they are being hunted by the government ?
Law always seen to find blond unhinged men who seem to decide to adopt him at first sight no matter the universe
Please beware of the tags in my fic so you don't accidentally get triggered! Please be safe and know your limits!
Obs: there is no rape in this fic but there is a non- consensual kiss the tag is there because of that
If you:
Love bkdk/bakudeku/dkbk/katsizu idk whatever name you prefer for Bakugou Katsuki/Izuku Midoriya
Love friends to lovers
Love fics that update daily
Love bamf! protagonists
Love power couples
Love different aus
Love the codependency tag
Like stories including run away couples
Like adventure fics
Like heroes
Love x men (or don't know anything about them)
Love fanfic
Love plot twists
Like to support people idk
You may consider reading, my new fic:
And in case you enjoy it PLEASE leave a comment or a kudos I dont get many of those but I love them
please read the tags I don't want to accidentally trigger anyone please be safe and know your limits
sometimes I get confused at some comments.. Of course I always appreciate the feedback but my first fics obviously aren't going to be perfect I mean slowly I'm learning and being better but sometimes I get afraid when people ask me to re-edit a work and like im not perfect editing it isnt going to be perfect I mean I don't wanna let anyone down but sometimes maybe my best at the current moment isnt enough and im sorry maybe in some years later on I will be able to go back and try re-editing it at the future but right now that's my max
About you ? (Don't let go)
Summary:
Midoriya Izuku has vanished without a trace, missing for three long months. When Katsuki Bakugou, renowned pro hero, reluctantly takes on the cold case at the behest of Izuku's mother—his devoted, unseen fan—he embarks on a journey of unraveling mysteries and piecing together memories. As he delves deeper into Izuku's world, Bakugou unexpectedly finds himself captivated by a person he's never met, navigating a path where love intertwines with the shadows of a haunting disappearance.
Or the story where Katsuki Bakugou falls inexorably in love with someone he's never laid eyes on.
Chapter 1: Did you think I had forgotten?
Katsuki Bakugou was notorious for his impatience. His famous short temper, who’s presence been a constant in his life since his childhood, despite years of therapy, remained untamed. Today was an especially trying day—a fan meet-and-greet. He despised these events with a passion. His fans, he believed, consisted mostly of desperate, perverted women or clueless kids drawn to his brash attitude and powerful quirk.
These gatherings were always tedious. His job entailed tolerating fans who asked for autographs on inappropriate places ( like who in the hell wanted an autograph on their tits?) or requested absurd photos ( Katsuki does not do family friendly photos with annoying and loud brats). He could already tell it would be a long, irritating day. However, the next woman in line didn't seem interested in an autograph. Actually, the chubby short greenette woman, who was dressed as the number one enemy of fashion, didn’t like she belonged this crowd at all. She looked as old as his mother, and if she dared pull out panties for him to sign, he swore he'd swore he would blast her face, leave this hellhole and call the day done, his publicist could screw themselves. Suppressing his irritation, Katsuki managed:
- Alright, lady. What do you need?
The woman in front of him emanated nervous energy. But the woman surprised him, by muttering clearly and softly:
- Dynamite-sama, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I need your help.
Annoyed yet intrigued by her sincerity but also hoping he wouldn’t regret this later, Katsuki asked:
- What's the problem?
Sadly, she replied:
- It's my son. He's missing, and I can't find him.
Bakugou, who wasn’t understanding what this crazy lady wanted from him, scoffed:
- Do I look like a lost and found sector? Get security to help you. I'm working.
Desperation etched her face.
- My son isn't here.
Exasperated, Katsuki snapped:
- Then how am I supposed in to find him? Look, I'm not here to do hero work today and-
Cutting him off, she pleaded:
- Please, Dynamite-sama! No one has been able to find him! You're my last hope!
Reluctantly, Katsuki relented:
- Fine. When did you last see him?
She answered, on the verge of tears:
- Three months ago.
Katsuki rolled his eyes:
- And only now you realize that the fucker is missing? Did you go to the police?
She explained frantically:
- I did, but they've stopped searching.
Before he could protest further, a girl, with the sluttiest outfit ever, barged in, demanding her turn with Katsuki. Katsuki will never know why they bother when he already announced himself as gay to the press. Annoyed, he shouted:
- SHUT THE FUCK UP, Extra! WAIT ON THE DAMN LINE.
He urged the woman:
- Go on.
Gratefully, she continued:
- Thank you, Dynamite- sama! As I was saying, I need your help to find my boy! They keep saying to me that it’s common and that maybe he just left home and that he is of legal age but it doesn’t make sense for him to just disappear like that and I’m worried for him.
Katsuki wasn’t believing he was hearing this shit. Where are the cameras? Is she for real?! But after a deep breath, he said:
- And you thought that I, Great Explosion Murder God Dynamite, would be THE person to help you locate your son, because?
But the woman was unbothered by the sarcasm in there :
- You see, my son, Izuku, is your biggest fan. He's been since you won that UA tournament at fifteen. He always believed you'd be Japan's top hero one day. Izuku has a heart of gold, and this isn't like him. Please, help me find him.
Internally urging himself to agree just to get rid of her, Katsuki sighed:
- Alright, alright. I'll take the case and start tomorrow.
Tears of relief streamed down her cheeks:
- Thank you, Dynamite-sama!
As she left, the endless line of bizarre encounters continued, like clockwork.
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Katsuki almost forgot about the woman until, after a 15-hour shift, a file fell from his bed shelf. After a long nap, as he organized his room, he found it again—the case of Izuku Midoriya. The case was enveloped in the folder and Katsuki quickly turns past the index and onto the first page, hoping for a photo of the kid missing. Woah, there. The blue folder held a photo that caught Katsuki's attention immediately. The pretty green eyes were the first thing he noticed accompanied by cute freckles darting all around, he had pretty curls that appeared to have life on its own. His face was roundish and his eyes were big, in the photo he was smiling and the background was white. Definitely not a kid, like DAMN. He was charming, unlike anyone Katsuki had seen before.
Case Details: Physical Characteristics: Somewhat short for his age (21), Izuku Midoriya has a round face framed by a mop of fluffy, dark-green hair that curls at odd angles. His large, circular eyes match the shade of his hair, often appearing watery and wide, giving him an innocent and energized appearance. He bears four symmetrical freckles in diamond formations, with being 21 on his left cheek and 24 in his right cheek. Izuku is often described as "plain-looking" or "not standing out" by others.
Katsuki paused, incredulous. Also, who the hell described the prettiest boy he had ever seen as “plain- looking” like what the fuck? Who gave this moron the job? He shook his head in annoyance at the description.
Distinguishing Features: Freckles all over his body Quirk: Quirkless
Katsuki raised an eyebrow. Quirkless? Despite his charming appearance, Izuku lacked a quirk. It was surprising.
Last Seen Clothing: White tank top, jeans, white sneakers Circumstances of Disappearance: Last seen at Mustafu’s Public Library, Detroit Street at 4 PM on May 14, 2062.
The notes were sparse, leaving Katsuki frustrated. It had been three months since Izuku's disappearance, and he wasn't a detective. However, the photo of Izuku intrigued him enough to continue reading. According to the file, Midoriya had left the library after borrowing two books, bidding farewell to the librarian, Blair Pamper. That was the extent of the information. The detectives had seemingly halted their investigation there. Tossing the folder onto his bed, Katsuki scoffed at the idea of getting involved. He muttered, turning away:
- Not my problem.
Yet, as he paced the room, the image of Izuku's earnest eyes lingered in his mind. Hours passed. Katsuki found himself unable to shake off the feeling of unease. Finally, unable to resist his curiosity, he retrieved the folder and flipped through it again, lingering on Izuku's photo. Katsuki muttered, trying to convince himself:
- He's just another lost pretty face.
But something about Izuku's gaze, innocent yet determined, tugged at him.
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At first, Katsuki's pride kept him distracted, and for four days, Bakugou didn't spare a single thought for the quirkless nerd. However, on the fifth day, thoughts of him resurfaced, and by the evening, Bakugou found himself slouched on Kirishima's couch, his usual intensity subdued. Kirishima noticed the tension in his friend's shoulders, the way his hands clenched and unclenched in his lap.
Kirishima asked, tossing a bag of chips onto the coffee table:
- Hey man, what's eating at you?" Kirishima asked, tossing a bag of chips onto the coffee table.
Bakugou grunted, taking a handful of chips and chewing slowly. He muttered, his voice unusually quiet:
- It's that damn case.
Kirishima raised an eyebrow, leaning forward:
- Case? What case?
Bakugou hesitated, unsure how much to disclose:
- It's... a missing person. Someone I heard about.
Kirishima nodded, sensing Bakugou's reluctance. He encouraged gently:
- Okay, go on.
Bakugou sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair:
- This guy, Izuku Midoriya. He's been missing for three months now. The cops stopped looking.
Concern furrowed Kirishima's brow:
- That's rough, man. Do you know him?
Bakugou shook his head:
- Never met him. But something about it bugs me. Like... I can't shake the feeling that there's more to this story.
Kirishima studied his friend, recognizing the determination in Bakugou's eyes:
- So, what's bothering you the most about it?
Bakugou shrugged, a hint of frustration in his voice:
- I dunno yet. But something doesn't sit right.
Kirishima leaned back, thinking:
- Is he a friend of yours?
Bakugou hesitated, then decided to reveal more:
- No, I don't know him personally. But he's quirkless.
Kirishima's eyebrows shot up in surprise:
- Quirkless? That's unusual. Does that bother you?
Bakugou tensed slightly, his discomfort evident.:
- Yeah... People like him don't always get the attention they deserve. It's like everyone's forgotten about him already.
Kirishima leaned forward, serious now:
- Look, whether he has a quirk or not, if this case bothers you, you should pursue it. Maybe no one else will, but that doesn't mean it's not worth looking into.
They fell into a contemplative silence, the weight of Bakugou's internal struggle hanging heavy in the air. Kirishima knew Bakugou had his reasons, but he also knew his friend's sense of justice ran deep. As Bakugou got up to leave, Kirishima gave his shoulder a reassuring clap:
- Good luck, man. Let me know if you need anything.
Bakugou nodded, a mix of determination and uncertainty flickering across his face.
- Yeah, I will.
With that, Bakugou left, leaving Kirishima to ponder the mysteries weighing on his friend's mind, hoping Bakugou would find the answers he sought.
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After talking to Kirishima, Katsuki wrestled with his pride and the unsettling feeling that had gripped him since their conversation about Izuku. Despite his initial resistance, curiosity and a growing sense of obligation gnawed at him. Yet, beneath his hardened exterior, a nagging sense of unease persisted. Katsuki sat at his cluttered desk, the soft hum of his laptop filling the dimly lit room. His eyes scanned through news articles and police reports, but his thoughts kept drifting back to one name: Izuku Midoriya.The image of Izuku, a quirkless nobody, haunted him more than he cared to admit. Katsuki muttered under his breath, trying to dismiss the gnawing feeling in his gut:
- He's just another damn case. I don't even know the guy.
But that wasn't entirely true. Over the past few days, Katsuki had immersed himself in the details of Izuku's disappearance. He knew about Izuku's quirklessness, his quiet determination, and his unwavering belief in heroes. Somehow, those details had woven themselves into Katsuki's thoughts, lingering like threads he couldn't untangle.
He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his spiky blond hair. He muttered, his frustration growing:
- Why the hell am I so fixated on this?
A memory flashed through his mind—a fleeting image of Izuku's face from the missing person poster. Those large, hopeful eyes seemed to stare back at him, silently pleading for help. It was absurd, Katsuki thought. He had never met Izuku, never exchanged a single word with him. And yet, here he was, feeling a strange sense of responsibility.
With a sigh, Katsuki closed the laptop, pushing it aside with a bit more force than necessary. He stood up and walked over to the window, gazing out at the city lights below. The night was quiet, the streets empty save for the occasional passing car.
Still, as much as he resisted, a small ember of concern flickered within him, igniting a reluctant curiosity that refused to be extinguished. As he paced his apartment that evening, Katsuki finally acknowledged the truth he had been avoiding: this case mattered to him. With a begrudging nod to himself, he made a decision. Katsuki muttered aloud, testing the name on his tongue once more:
- Izuku Midoriya.
It felt foreign yet familiar, like a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit but somehow belonged. He continued his speech to himself:
- I don't know why, but I'm going to find you.
As he turned away from the window, Katsuki couldn't shake the feeling that he was about to embark on a journey that would change more than just his routine. It was a journey that would challenge his perceptions, his pride, and perhaps even his understanding of what it meant to be a hero.
He walked back to his desk and pulled out a worn notebook, flipping to a blank page. Gripping the pen tightly in his hand, he began to jot down notes—potential leads, questions to ask, places to visit. Each stroke of the pen felt like a commitment, a promise to himself and to Izuku.
Hours passed as Katsuki immersed himself in planning, the soft glow of the desk lamp casting shadows across his determined face. Finally, he leaned back in his chair, a mix of determination and uncertainty swirling within him.
With that, Katsuki closed his notebook and glanced once more at the missing person poster pinned to his bulletin board. Izuku's face stared back at him, a reminder of the challenge ahead. Tomorrow, he would begin his search in earnest, driven by a newfound sense of purpose and a growing connection to a person he had never even met.
Tomorrow, he would begin investigating Izuku's disappearance.
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guys so like im from Brazil and like Im so so glad that it was only twitter (like that's sad but it can always be worse) that was banned because this unlocked a new fear
WHAT IF THEY BAN AO3? Never been more terrified in my entire life
Alice (me): waiting for her most frequent reader to comment on my fic so I can upload the new chapter
Also me: having no self control and trying very hard to resist the urge to post a new chapter- since knowing my self control this battle is useless and I probably won't be able to wait and will just post it
Also here's the link to my bakudeku fic in case you want to support this unhinged woman: