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  1. Summary

    a list of all my whumptober fics for 2025! :)

    the whumptober prompt list used for this series was this one. the prompts included were day 1-30, and two alternative prompts, making it 32 prompts total. thank you for coming along for the ride!

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    this is a series for all my genya-centric works within one specific alternate universe. the series was originally titled demon!influenced genya with angst. the title might be changed again later.

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    a combined list of all the fics i’ve written for feelingstabby’s hero’s shadow. :)

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    With his lack of core and his lack of coherency, Wei Ying dragged himself through the world that he once claimed to be hauntingly beautiful. Now, though, the only thing beautiful would be the sun that burned his flesh raw and ragged, rather than tongued and frayed open.

    (or: a man becomes a patriarch because his mind was too loud to neglect.)

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    a combined list of all the fics i’ve written for nauticalwarrior’s better luck next time. :)

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    UA has a rule—no quirkless students. It was added years ago, after much hemming and hawing about safety concerns and lessening blame in the inevitable circumstance of death. There's no real reason to remove it, not as the percentage of quirkless people plummets further and further.

    Of course, this rule doesn't actually matter to Izuku, because he's got an analysis quirk.

    As far as anyone knows.

    The Plan is simple: have a quirk, become a hero, and avoid anyone who could disprove those first two things.

    In hindsight, UA isn't a great choice. And that's before the villains.

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    14 Jun 2026

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    possibly my favorite my hero academia fic of all time. i will add a proper bookmark summary as soon as i get the chance but by god do i love this fic. it inspires me it consumes me it makes me happy (and sad but in a good way) and it’s worth every second. god. raayide, you’re the goat. please keep writing and being so fucking cool. keep feeding us neito & izuku bonds and YES to the unconventional friendship trio of izuku & neito & hatsune. thank you for creating such perfect renditions of izuku and his Plan and his goals and how the mystery takes us, the readers, one such a wild fucking ride. holy hell. genius. you’re truly so talented. if there were fic awards like books had, you’d be nominated a thousand times over and you would fucking win! fuckckkk. this fic is so so so good. it’s always on my mind. i lovw the title, too, genius. my favorite. my favorite. you are so talented!! im in love with izuku’s narration and how seamless you added his thoughts, his hijinks, his goals—HOW HIS MEMORIES. OH MY GOD. don’t get me fucking started! you did everything beautifully! im so excited to see where this fic goes, and ofc all your other mha fics. im always lurking on your profile seeing if you have more. genuinely this fic is such a gem and it’s so obvious you put your heart & soul into it. thank you. im so grateful!!! NEVER QUIT, NEVER GIVE UP!!! STAY WINNING RAAYIDE YOU’RE THE BESTTTT :)

  2. Rec 48

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    “What did you wish for, Denji?”
    “I wished,” says her lamb, “that I could — keep living like this, forever.”
    “Forever?” Reze repeats, her voice roughened with smoke, hopelessly reverent. “What a beautiful wish.”

    A girl, and a sad movie, rewound into the immemorial.

    or

    Reze, wrought into timeloop. Set post, and — by virtue of timeloop — during, the Bomb Devil Arc.

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    30 Dec 2025

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    i haven’t gotten the chance to leave a proper comment on the fic but im finally able to bookmark and convey some of my thoughts. god. this fic is good. utter gold. it’s perfect in every imaginable way. it’s safe to say im in love with the descriptions, the loopiness, the tension, and the way reze’s pov is written. insideascarecrow is a genius. you’re a genius!!! it’s so good and i am struggling to truly word how much i adore this fic. i love how detached and yet attentive reze is, how aware she becomes, how different she is per loop…. changing her methods, adjusting, but still ending up at the same place in the same way with the same people! trapped, over and over! im in love with how she interacts with denji. AND. AND!!! how she ends up interacting with makima. the way reze thinks of denji as similar to him… the projection yet lack of empathy, almost! her detachment and fascination and odd little bundle of nerves, almost regret. her longing. her lack of normalcy. I LOVE HOW SHE CALLS DENJI “HER LAMB.” so enticing. a great narration. holy fuck. you know ball! you know game! you are at the top of the mountain! i have climbed and climbed and climbed and have stumbled at the highest point, and now i can say “peak.” genuinely this fic makes me so happy, and im so glad i found it all those months ago. genuinely such a gem. 10/10 recommended. one of my favorite sections was this:

    “Isn’t this what a normal life is like?” she asks.

    And Denji says: “I guess.”

    ANOTHER WAS THE:

    “And that Angel comes up behind Reze, and places a cold hand on her neck. She feels Makima’s disappointment like a fish bone in her throat, and swallows.”

    holyyyyyyy FUACKKKKK damn!!, hot DAMN! “fish bone in her throat, and swallows.” oh yeah that’s the stuff. thats wraps. game is SO over. you know reze so well and your characterization is at the absolute top of all contenders. it’s so good. im genuinely in love with it. thank you for writing and sharing it!!!!! <333 ypure so fucking cool and i hope everyone is kind to you all the time. thank you for being kind to me, too. thank you for writing this fic. it’s so good and i hope you remain proud of it for ages to come! :)

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    There are fundamental differences between cultivators and the mediocre, of course.

    One of the most common differences is body warmth. The golden core thrums with heat, rendering threats of hypothermia rare and mild— although that does not make it impossible, especially for cultivator kids turned street rats. Wei Wuxian remembers reading poetry of how romantic the thought of loving someone who will always run a fever for you. He showed it to Jiang Cheng once and choked on lake water laughing when Jiang Cheng immediately shoved him off the port. It ruined the book, of course.

    Wei Wuxian had remembered that poem trapped in that cave, infection wrecking through his body. He felt the heat of his own skin turning numb and thought that freezing and burning to death felt the same. 

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    27 Jun 2025

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    the unnerving sensation of not being known, liking it that way, but being so utterly alone in your own creation is so fucking spectacular in this fic. hoenstly. i will never recover. someone call an ambulance (joking) AND. DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THE RELATIONSHIPS. DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THE anyways so im started! im listening, watching, yapping, sat! edge of my seat! BODY HORROR. the horrors of his cultivation! the horrors he must hide! the wounds he must tend to! ON HIS OWN! FOREVER. god. don’t even get me started on him. and his suffering. and everything he did to save others even when it killed him. wei wuxian during the sunshot campaign (and its aftermath) has to be one of my favorite versions of him. both to read about and write. he is so. everything. im gonna say it. he’s everything. and the way you captured his thoughts and choices?? phenomenal. you did that so well. he is described in such a way that i want to bring myself back into the mdzs fandom just to write another sunshot fic. i love that he describes resentment as warm. i have never seen it described that way before and it just scratches my brain so much. i fucking love it. thank you so much for sharing this. loved. hearted. fucking perfect.

  4. Rec 22

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    Mizi, your God asks you. Are you scared of dying?

    The answer is torn from your ribcage, as if Death itself ripped it out of you. It spills out in the form of a laugh and you choose to ignore the question instead, but in your heart, you know the answer—

    Terrified.

    — you knew.

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    09 Jun 2025

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    i fucking love this. i love this so much more than my words can capture. i am such a sucker for second-person fics. it feels so detached in a gorgeous way and i can never get enough of them. this fic captured the revelation of the new comic so well! the way you characterized mizi and her thought process was just perfect, so beautiful. the way mizi’s trait/purpose list (1, 2, 3) slowly changes as the fic goes on is also an amazing narrative choice and really drives the reader forward. sua asking “are you scared of dying?” is such a genius aspect to the narrative, and i love you for it. thank you for writing this and sharing it with the crowd. distant cheering from the mizi fans!!! <33

  5. Rec 14

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    He Xuan shakes their head miserably, looking intently at her. She’s smiling encouragingly, the expression softened and sweet, her eyes glimmering. Their gaze slides down further, to her throat. They want to kiss it, make it theirs; they want to rip it out with their teeth. “What’s wrong with you?” they murmur half-heartedly, but they mean: What’s wrong with me?

     

    Shi Qingxuan doesn’t falter for a moment. “Breathe,” she repeats. “You just got overwhelmed all of a sudden.” He Xuan is overwhelmed, but it’s far from sudden – the pressure’s been building and building to a raging crescendo, and they never had the sense to calm it. Now, it’s far too late.

    He Xuan grapples with their desire for revenge as their feelings for Shi Qingxuan shift.

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    03 Jan 2025

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    every time i read this i am granted extreme joy and extreme agony. holy fuck im losing my marbles. what the hell. genuinely. i have to sit here in bed like a madwoman after reading because i never know what to do next. like FUCK they make me so SICK and you wrote them so WELL and im so SICKKK god. god. no because my marbles have been lost. all over the floor. scrambling to pick them up but all im seeing is the absolute heartache of beefleaf and the loss and the pain and the anger and the resentment that has transformed into something more, something less mean, something just barely sweet, something you (he xuan) must deny, something you captured so effortlessly and beautifully. just. holy fuck. phenomenal. all the way around, phenomenal. <3