You Ever Read A Fic So Good You Want To Write Fanfiction For The Fic?

you ever read a fic so good you want to write fanfiction for the fic?

THE LITTLEST THINGS CAN HONESTLY MEAN SO, SO MUCH

i was just idly looking at the bookmarks on one of my fics and, nestled in between somebody's perfunctory tags (hurt/comfort, soft boys, completed etc) was a tag very simply named 'WOW' ...and, well. feck me backwards if that didn't make my whole goddamn day ×10 better lol.

my dudes, i can assure you that the above is often all it takes to make a writer's/artist's heart bloom with happiness.

so, i urge you to reblog! reblog! reblog! here on tumblr dot com and try to say something kind in the tags, a mere keysmash even.

on AO3, always leave kudos if you read fic or look at art there and—whenever and wherever you possibly can—comment to your hearts content, even if that is only more keysmash or just one word or a wee emoji (or a few!). also, if you bookmark publicly, try to tag it with something complimentary like my reader did or leave a nice description as a part of your recommendation because the author gets to see those things, too.

I PROMISE YOU THAT NONE OF THIS WILL EVER GO UNNOTICED OR UNAPPRECIATED!

sometimes a single word or symbol can mean the whole world <3

HELLO!!!

Hi, my name is Jo.

This is my fanfiction account so it's all of my fanfiction in one place. Please look through and find what you're looking for! I write The Walking Dead (It's all Daryl Dixon), but I also like Star Wars and want to get back into writing that soon. I'm really good at writing fan fiction as if you were the person's kid. So that's what everything here is unless it was a special request. I'm not the best at romantic but I am practicing, and I can do platonic too.

My commissions are open so definitely shoot me an ask. I'm also willing to write fics including a personal name or any other details and send it privately so if you are interested please message me privately!

y/n, after seeing daryl all dressed up: someone cleans up nice. what's the occasion?

daryl: *snickers* uh, we have a date?

y/n: “we”?

daryl:

daryl: i forgot to ask ya, didn't i?

Till the End - Ch. 1 - Pt. 1

Chapter 1 Endings and Beginnings

photos from Pinterest, moodboard by me

Crimson sits coloring in her book in her living room. Her parents went out a while ago and haven’t come back. Although when she thinks about it they’ve gone out for a while before and come back every time. Plus, at the age of six, a kid isn’t thinking about how long their parents have been gone. Crimson finishes one page after another as she waits and waits for her parents to come back. Just like she does every time. She tried to go with them one time. She was curious and wanted to see what they did every time they left the house. She was never allowed to go outside anymore. She got to open the upstairs windows sometimes, and the fresh air was always nice but she wanted to go outside. She saw people walking all the time. Up and down the streets. Sometimes they would walk with each other. She didn’t understand why they never talked to each other or why they just bumped into each other until she went out.

Going outside was the most terrifying thing she's ever done. She watched as what she once thought were people attack her parents. She watched as they stabbed each and every one. Over and over again. Until she couldn’t watch anymore and she ran inside. She hasn’t looked out a window since. And now she's finished another coloring page since her parents have been gone. Eventually, she looks towards the window and it’s dark. Now she starts to worry, a weird feeling rising up in her stomach. She decides to go upstairs and put herself to bed, thinking her parents would be proud to come home to her already in bed. She changes into her pjs and even reads her book to herself, or at least she tries. She puts her book on her bedside table and grabs her favorite stuffed animal cow. She named him Moo Moo when she first got him. It’s been her favorite ever since. She gets under the blankets and pulls them up to her neck. She grabs Moo Moo and pulls him under with her. She pulls him in close, snuggling with him, her little body curled into a little ball. “Goodnight, Moo Moo.” She quietly says to the stuffed cow, as if it would speak back. Crimson’s eyes quickly grow tired, and she quickly falls asleep.

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Part 2

Part 3

This is kinda the sucky intro chapter but I hope y'all enjoyed anyway. make sure to go look at pt. 2

As always thanks for taking the time to read and support your artists by liking, commenting, and re-blogging!

Meet Crimson Rue Mills

Photos are from Pinterest, mood board created by me.

This is Crimson, also known as Crim. She was only 5 when the world ended. Yet in a way, it was when hers began.

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Her story is currently in progress. As always like, comment, and re-blog to support your writers and other artists on Tumblr

Thanks for taking the time to view my work, see you next time.