#beautiful purple oc... i only had the bust to work off of so i just made up the rest of the outfit. hope it fits

[assassin-artist]

I challenge you to draw one of my oc's. Let's see if you're brave enough 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

yea ok ill take that bait. i raise it right back at u tho :3c

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[thirsty4theextraordinary]

Everything Burns - Chapter 5

Pairing: Ledger Joker X OC

Warnings: Breaking and entering.

Word count: 1626

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 l Chapter 4

Chapter 5: The Jester Hat

Work had been long that day, she had had to work overtime, but finally, her 14-hour shift was over. She headed home, trying to keep the bike steady as she stopped in the traffic jam before a red light. Gotham at 5 pm was a nightmare. She put the kickstand down as she stared down the endless stream of traffic and stream of red lights.

She peered around, at the side of the road was a beaten-down shop. The windows were dusty and dirty and the paint was peeling away from the door. It was a strange little shop, the sign above the window was illegible but in the window, something caught her eye. In amongst a strange collection of pre-owned clothes and boxes filled with ornaments and other knick-knacks was an under-bust waistcoat with a corseted back, in a dark shade of green. It was gorgeous.

Scarlett looked down the traffic again it was not moving. She kicked the kickstand up and pulled the bike onto the curb, before turning off the engine and pulling off her helmet. She entered the shop and looked around. It was even more run-down than it had appeared to be outside, it had holes in the ceiling and pots had been placed around the floor to collect rainwater. Most of the pots were half full even though it hadn’t rain in a few days. Everything was covered in a thin layer of dusk and the variety of items was odd, nothing seem to correlate to anything else around it. There were no prices on anything and slowly Scarlett approached the counter where an old woman was watching her. She looked ancient, with a deeply wrinkled face and thin wispy hair that feel all the way down to her wrists. She peered up at Scarlett was dim eyes and a crooked smile. 

She looked at Scarlett as though surprised to see another human being as the younger woman asked about the waistcoat in the window. It was $10 and on very shaky legs the woman walked out from behind the counter and towards the front of the shop. She was tiny, barely reaching Scarlett’s shoulder. The old woman pulled the waistcoat from the window with some difficultly and handed it to Scarlett to look over. The fabric was soft and but firm and it looks as though it were brand new. The front fasten with four metal hooks and fell down to sit under the bust of the wearer, the back laced up with 2 thick green ribbons. The material was stripped in thick stripes of dark green and emerald green. The arms seemed soft and pliable and without another thought, Scarlett paid for the waistcoat. 

"It came with this," said the woman pulling out green and purple striped jesters hat with bells on the bottom of each leg.

"You can have it for free," said the woman and Scarlett smiled and took the hat.

She left quickly after that placing the items she had bought into the seat of her bike before heading off through the stationary traffic of Gotham's rush hour, this is why she had a bike opposed to a car.

Though most people would be stuck for a while Scarlett got home reasonably quickly and headed inside exhausted. She pushed the door opened. Strangely it wasn't locked or shut, so warily she entered her flat.

"Puddin?" she called her cat as she could hear him purring loudly somewhere within the apartment. 

"Hello, Jester," said an all too familiar voice and she looked around the corner of the door to see the Joker sat happily on her sofa with her cat in his lap. She sighed heavily and dumped the bag with her waistcoat and hat onto the kitchen counter.

"How did you get in here," she asked as the Joker looked at her from his seat.

"Through the door," he said simply as though breaking into someone's house was the easiest thing in the world. She didn't even want to know how he knew where she lived and so avoided the question entirely.

"What did you get, Jester?" he asked as he stood, Puddin jumping from his lap and onto the floor, he pulled the corseted waistcoat from the bag and wolf-whistled.

"Care to show me what it looks likes on?" he asked fingering the material and Scarlett couldn't help the blush that came to her cheeks.

"Not right now, maybe another time," she said coyly and he raised his eyebrows at her.

"Did you want a drink or anything?" she asked yawning somewhat as she pulled the fridge door open.

"No" he replied simply and she heard him switch the TV on.

"The robbery of Gotham National Bank is still under investigation and Gotham's police force had this to say," said the news reporter on the TV and Scarlett looked up.

"So what did you do with all that money," she asked and Joker looked up from the TV to her.

"Bought this suit," he said simply looking down at his new outfit.

"The criminals in this town are only interested in money, Gotham deserves a better class of criminal and I'm going to give it to them," he said turning back to the TV, Scarlett only nodded, now that would be something to behold.

She left him where he was and made her way into the bedroom to change. She knew that most people would be terrified at the idea of having The Joker in their living room, but she felt a comfort with him that she felt with no one else. She didn’t know why but she certainly did like that she didn’t have to hide with him, she could be her real self, something that had been hiding inside her for so long it felt good to let go. 

"Now Jester what is this?!" came his voice loudly and she peered around her bedroom door at him. To see him holding up the Jesters hat she was given, she chuckled before pulling on some jogging bottoms and heading out to the living room again.

"Got it free with the waistcoat," she said simply.

"I like it," he said like a child at Christmas, as she approached he reached over and pushed it onto her head. He took a step back and looked at it on her.

"Yep ah, I like it," he said grinning and she only laughed as she pulled the ridiculous thing from her head and threw it back onto the counter.

As she moved past him to sit on the sofa, she swore she felt his hand move along her side, but when she looked at him his eyes were fixed to the TV again.

She took a seat and looked back over at him and he grinned before his face went blanked and his eyes became sad. The look on his face riled something inside of her and she pushed herself closer to him.

"Do you think I'm a monster?" he asked, his face serious, she resisted the urge to touch him.

"No. You're just ahead of the curve" she admitted with a smile and his grin soon returned.

After that, though Scarlett was close the pair did not speak much or touch at all. They laughed together when a news report came on about the explosion at the fountain, the report saying no culprits had been identified but witnesses had been urged to step forward.

Soon Scarlett's 14-hour shift caught up with her and she struggled to keep her eyes open. She fought off sleep three times before it finally consumed her and she slid back into The Joker's chest.

He looked down at the woman lying against his side strangely. He wasn't sure what kept him coming back every time, maybe it was that they had so much in common or maybe it was because of her beauty but either way she was his now whether she liked it or not.

Her fluff ball waltzed up to the side of the sofa and meow softly as Scarlett sighed happily in her sleep, he reached down and scooped up the animal holding it awkwardly in front of his face.

"What do you think?" he asked the animal who simply stared back at him dumbly.

"Think your mom will be any good?" he asked his eyes lingering on the woman sleeping on him again.

"Think I can keep her?" he asked.

The animal made no response, so he dropped it on the floor and picked up the remote again. Scarlett moved to hug herself closer to him and he sighed heavily if she kept moving that close to him it was sure to evoke other responses from his body.

After an hour he gave up on the channels and Scarlett was fully asleep now, he carefully lifted her head up as he stood from the seat. He laid her back down and watched her for a few seconds before he grabbed the jesters hat from the side and placed it on her head, before he quickly left closing the door after him, with Scarlett still sleeping soundly. 

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[imfallingdown-icantwakeup]

Fishmonger’s Daughter

Jaskier had a life that he walked away from to become a Bard. He has travelled across the Continent both by himself and with his Companion, Geralt of Rivia. What happens when they happen upon a familiar town and find a familiar face? Slow burn Jaskier/OC

Chapter Two: Devil Like You

Word Count: 3733

The sun streamed in steadily through the bare window, the warm afternoon sun warming my pale skin as I dressed in my finest clothes. I wanted to look good today for myself, for him, to show him that maybe there may be another side to me. A more feminine, womanly side.

Could Jaskier ever look at me the way I did him? I pull the sleeves of my white dress off one of my shoulders, leaving it bare before turning back and forth, seeing if I liked how it looked. The stark whiteness of the dress nicely contrasted the worn brown of the leather corset, making me look thinner and my bust larger than it truly was.

Still not enough.

I pulled the other down halfway and stood staring at my reflection carefully, my somewhat-tamed locks tied at the nape of my neck behind my shoulders while my mother’s silver ring gleamed back at me from around my neck from its perch right above my cleavage and decide that if this didn’t gather his attention, he was blinder than a bat and I have no chance. I was forever stuck to settle into being his friend. A title I had come to detest

“Ely! Elowyn, darling! Hurry along, Jaskier is already on his way!” Mom hollers from below as I struggle to tighten my corset from behind. I suck in a breath of frustration as I hear a small scuffle of feet hit the front door and run to my side of the house. Closing my eyes, I pray that my fingers pull the right ties to tighten from the top not the bottom before this intolerable bard-in-training enters my-

               “If you needed help, you could ‘a just asked, love.” His voice is so smug in that moment, so confident. I scoff as my hands and heart come to a standstill, his fingers softly flicking mine loose from the leather binds as he stands close behind me. Too close. The smell of dandelions, pears and lavender envelop me as I take a deep breath before I reply, not bothering to protest his closeness.

               “Didn’t your mo- “I pull a hand to my chest, eyes opening abruptly as he tugs the laces a bit too tight, the air vanishing from my lungs with my words, “-ther teach you not to walk in on a lady?” When he is done I turn and glare at him, trying desperately not to return the shit-eating grin he has on his face. The way that the light beams in through the window catches his hair in just the right way, making it look three shades lighter than it should. Large blue eyes look lighter as a ray of sun catches the orbs as theu crash with my simple brown ones. He angles his head towards mine, so our foreheads were almost touching as if to tell a secret.

               “It would work if you were a lady, you little devil.” He teases quietly before he turns and bolts away from me. I gasp at him for a moment in shock before I grab my boots and run after him.

               “Jaskier!” I yell at his retreating back as he runs to the tavern. I slip on the boots at the front door, eyes not leaving the path that he had taken. That little shit. I follow him in haste, arms down to try to stop my dress from whipping around me although the corset prevented me from running after him properly, a small giggle emitting its way from me uncontrollably as I race after him.

I could do this forever.

               I crash into the tavern, breathing sporadically from the damn corset being too tight as I collide with my mother. She giggles at my rough entrance, eyes dancing over to the boy leaning against the opposite post, his vibrant blue and purple back purposely to the entrance. I could tell from the rise and fall of his shoulders that he was out of breath as well. Damn him.

               “Sorry, Ma.” I apologize, half panting as I kiss her cheek, accepting the tankard from her aging hand. She waves me off with a small smile before her mossy green eyes narrow slightly at me. She pulls my hair from its spot tied at the nape of my neck, a small ‘tsk’ sent my way in judgement.

               “A woman lets her hair down every once and a while, Elowyn.” She chastises lightly, hand weaving its way through my hair, making my waves bounce back in their natural place. I roll my eyes as I take a drink of the bitter beer, wincing slightly at the taste.

               “Sorry, Ma.” I apologize once again, walking along side her to the table holding the rest of my family.

               “Lookie here, Orson!” Ma calls out to my father as we round the table, arm around my bare shoulders. I smile at him, excited that he finally got a decent few days off to spend with us to celebrate. “Isn’t this dress lovely?” She asks rhetorically, hand skimming down my sleeve, fingering the expensive lace. The corset I’ve had since I turned 16, the dress a gift Father got as a gift for my birthday from a passing traveler, or so he told me.

               “My little girl.” He coos, dark eyes meeting mine. Most say that I looked like my mother, dark red hair and high cheekbones. Smaller eyes than many of the other girls. I, on the other hand, always thought that I looked like the man before me, the man who spent everyday he had selling fish. Stinky, slimy, rancid fish that was barely worth the dirt on the bottom of his shoe by the time it got to our neck-of-the-woods.

               That never stopped him, not ever. Everyday that there was air inside of his lungs, Orson was out there, talking anybody and everybody into buying something from him so he could feed his wife and my brother and me. When Maddox was old enough, he had left. Gone off to be an adventurer, to get a taste of the salty air and the green grass. Mother had done nothing but supported his dreams, feeding that wandering spirit inside of him. Urging him to just go. He seemed to find his way back every now and then, a warm breeze passing through whenever he was able. This was one of those times, the day of celebrating not only my entrance into this world, but my best friend’s.

               “Daddy, please.” I protest, going to drink my beer once more. Not this early tonight, no please.

               “Just-Just let me say one thing? Just one, I promise.” He assures, tears gathering in our eyes. I blink as I chug the rest of my beer, shaking my head at the light-headed feeling it leaves me. He grabs one of my soft hands into both of his rough calloused ones, eyes not leaving mine as he speaks from his heart. “I hope you find someone who is brave enough to enter your storm and respects you enough to love the size of your waves. I hope that you fine someone who will relish the calm you can have, and who is eager to set sail on the expanse of your mind. I hope you find someone that cannot ever escape the love they have for you, because now they have you in their very blood, coursing through their veins always reminding them that you are the only sea worth exploring.” By the time he finishes, he has a stray tear or two running down not only his face, but my own. I hastily wipe them all away, his and mine, wracking my head, trying to find something acceptable to say. What can you say after your father lays his intentions bare to you like that? The man who has always sacrificed everything for you, not laying everything in front of you to see.

               “You said one. That was, at the least, three.” I tease, leaning on my toes to kiss his rough cheek. I turn to go grab some more beer, passing Jaskier on my way. Jas smiles at me in passing, raising his lute in my direction.

               “If I may have your attention, please!” Jaskier speaks loudly, gaining what he wishes. I, however, ignore him as I get some more beverages. I know that I will not survive this night sober. “Lovely ladies and proud gentlemen. If I may.” He stalls, bowing slightly as he catches me eye while I turn. There is a mischievous smile on his face, and I don’t trust it for a moment.

               “Oh fishmonger, oh fishmonger; Come quell your daughter’s hunger,” He sings, rather beautifully may I add. I smile at him, but his smirk only widens. Why does that worry me? “To pull… On my horn… As it rises in the morn’!” He sings gleefully, smile ever broadening on his beautiful face. He did not! “For tis not, but bad luck to FUCK with a puck!” By this time others are clapping in time with him, and I cannot do more than stand there and place a hand over my mouth. What in the name of everything holy… “Lest your grandkid be born a hairy young FAUN! Bleating and baying, all day, hey! Ho!” I drink another tankard of beer before heading over to my parents, face red from embarrassment. “The fishmonger’s daughter, ba! Ba!” His voice trails behind me as I plop beside my father, face red from his incessant singing. He starts over from the beginning, other drunkards joining in this time with a laugh. My father elbows me with a smile of his own nodding towards Jaskier dancing and singing in front of his beloveds. He could keep them then and write embarrassing songs of them too, if he so wished.

               “If he’s going to make a profit from us, you may as well stake your claim, eh?” He teases as I take another greedy drink from my cup. I sputter as I slam the cup down, earning a laugh from the table and catching the eye of a very annoying bard.

               “You’re not making any of this better.” I mutter, ignoring the lot of them. A warm feeling flows through me, and I no longer know if it’s from Jaskier’s song or the alcohol swirling its way through my body. At this point, it may be a mixture of both. And that didn’t bother me in the slightest.

                  “Elowyn, wake up.” Jaskier speaks into my ear, shaking my shoulder softly. “Elowyn, we don’t have time for this. Wake up, Geralt’s going to leave us and it’s going to be your fault.” He whines from above me, shaking me harder. The sun had yet to rise, the small room still dark. The only light that illuminated the room was one that Jaskier had brought with him, a lone candle that was lit and sitting on the dresser by my lonely mirror.

               “You sound like a child.” I groan, pushing him away from me as I stand beside my bed, not bothering to be modest. I was wearing a nightgown. I trudge over to the clothes laid out on the chair, turning my back to the man as I lift my dress over my head. I hear him clear his throat from behind me and I look over my shoulder to see him turned around, hands on his hips. He was pointedly staring at the closed door; his shoulders tense and I could feel the hardened stare he was giving the wall. Maybe Jaskier had turned into a man since his departure.

               “You’re acting like a child, you devil.” He quips, running a hand through his hair, giving a slight tug at the chocolate locks. I laugh as I turn and finish getting dressed, pulling a blouse on before stepping into a corset before my trousers. I hold the offending leather up under my arm as I tie my pants, sighing as I reach behind me to lace the damn thing up. Before I get a chance to fail at fastening myself up, I feel a familiar flicking at my fingers and I drop my hands with a small giggle, shaking my head as a sense of de ja vu floods me. “I guess some things never change.” Jaskier teases as he laces it up rather tight.

               “Have I ever complained about your lacing techniques?” I ask mindlessly, mind still hazy from sleep. He chortles lightly behind me before he loosens the cords slightly, leisurely sliding a finger between my back and the material. I can feel the heat trail from his finger on my spine through the thin material of my shirt pump through my sleepy body making everything feel so damn good.

               “Does the demon feel better now?” Jaskier asks mockingly in my ear as he attentively removes his finger, hot air fanning the outer shell of my ear. I breathe in the scent of dandelions and lavender and close my eyes to relish this moment. To ingrain that smell into my being, to remember how the heat feels as it pumps through his finger to my limbs, if only for a transient moment.

               “Yes, very much so.” I respond, walking away from him and his sinful touch, to grab my boots. I throw some socks and boots over my feet and nod to my small bag sitting by my door. “If you could be so kind and take that down to my gelding. He is tied at the inn, the spotted blue roan. His name is Hamish.” I order, standing as I start opening a side pack, counting coins mindlessly. Space. I needed space to wake up.

               “Am I selling thee my soul as well?” He complains, grabbing the pack on his way out of the door, sending a vaguely shocked look my way at the seemingly weightlessness of the bag. It would almost be believable if I didn’t hear the smile in his voice as he spoke the words.

               “Whose acting like the child now, Jaskier?” I call after him lazily, grabbing only the essentials off the top of my dresser. With my mother’s wedding ring finding its way around my neck, my father’s dagger slipped inside my side pack for protection while carrying Maddox’s gloves I stand and take a last look around the small crowded room I’ve come to call home. I’ve spent five years of my life here, surviving while trying to live. I grab my long cloak from beside my dresser, tying it around my throat as I think of all that I truly am leaving behind, and realize it’s not much. If anything at all.

               I take a deep breath before I place the gloves inside my pack as well, tying my hair at the nape of my neck. Hopefully Jaskier won’t tire of me easily, not even after I become a nuisance. The air doesn’t feel as light without the bard around.

               The steps feel as if they are made of ice as I stumble down them as I step outside, the rain the night before slickening the path to the inn. Now the trick is to get the least amount of mud possible on myself while getting across town. Great. I take a step into the dark sludge and wince internally while sighing, hating the feel of the wet ground beneath my feet. Felt too much like the past.

               “I hear li’le ol’ Ely’s lea’ing us.” I hear Theodora say from behind, a harshness to her shrill voice. I turn on my heel and look her way, a small smile finding its way to my face as I stare at the white blonde woman for a moment. I didn’t know what to say, I hadn’t planned that far ahead.

               “I’m either little or old, I can’t be both.” I retort, trying to avoid the inevitable for as long as I could. Maybe if I didn’t say out loud that I was leaving, she wouldn’t be mad. She rolled her eyes at me as she walked towards yours truly, linking arms as she drags me towards the inn, sighing in defeat.

               “Ya could’ a jus’ tol’ me. Would’ a loved to hear it from ya instea ‘a him.” She exacerbates, giggling softly into my ear.

               “Him?” I question, pulling on her arm, slowing our pace as we come around the corner towards the inn. Too soon, I couldn’t part with her yet. How could I ever part from the kind soul that tried to help me?

               “Your bard.” She enunciates with a smile, her green eyes sparkling in amusement.

               “My-my bard? No, no I do not own him. H-he is his own.” I deny, head high as I continue forward, cheeks reddening as we continue towards our goal. Theo laughs at my expense, getting her fill if you ask me. We come closer with each step, and soon her laughter fades. We both stop and watch as Jaskier ties my bag and his own onto Hamish, sending a small smile our way when he spies us standing there. We smile and wave back, still not moving or making a noise until we both see Geralt exit, causing us to sigh. The silence is comforting, lets me know that she isn’t too mad at me. At least she didn’t think this far ahead either, thinking of a lecture to give me on our way over.

Geralt sees us and starts walking after throwing something to Jaskier, causing Theo to wrap her arms around me, pulling me tightly against her small, frail body. She pushed her face as far as it could into my hair as she stifled a cry, one wrapping itself around even tighter around my middle while the other holds the back of my head steady.

               “Promise me tha you’ll protect yerself. Even from tha Doxie, if ya ‘ave ta.” Theo mutters into my hair softly. I grab her and hold just as tight as I take a sharp breath, feeling as if she just punched me in the gut, a cold feeling seeping from my chest and over my being. “Promise.”

               “I promise.” I whisper, closing my eyes as Geralt gets close. He stands a respectable distance away while we finish our goodbyes and wipe each other’s tears from our faces. When did I start to cry? She turns to him abruptly, head high as she fishes a coin pouch from her bust. I have never seen such a look of feral maternity on anyone and it sent a fresh wave of tears to my eyes when I realize that she feels that way about me.

               “To assure her safety.” She addresses the Witcher, gaze never wavering as she hands him the hefty leather pouch. He regards it carefully while opening the gift, fingering through to count before he glances at Theo, then myself.

               “Let’s get a move on.” Geralt’s voice rumbles, nodding towards Theodora as we pass. I smile a watery smile as I walk by her, not daring to look back as the wet earth squelches beneath my feet. I almost slip as I get to Jas and Hamish, Jaskier’s arm reaching out to help steady me. He smiles warmly at me in comfort and I feel the cold slowly dissipate from my body. If only he knew his effect on me. He mounts Hamish before me, an arm extended to help me up. I roll my eyes before I accept his offer, hoisting myself up before I slip my thighs against his, arms around his middle with my front pressed against his back.

His body is warm and firm against mine, a stark contrast to the cold permeating all around us. I shiver slightly at just how warm he is, arms tightening slightly as I press the side of my face into his shoulder, lungs once again filling with the distinct scent that never leaves him. Dandelions and lavender. The fabric of Jaskier’s outer coat isn’t the softest in the world although the amount of heat that pours from him is well worth the slight itchy feeling it leaves behind. I sigh in comfort, relaxing wholly against him as we follow Geralt on his next venture, and all I can do is smile into Jaskier’s back.

               I could get used to travelling like this.

               “Are you comfortable back there?” Jaskier taunts softly and I could feel his chest rumble through my front. I’m thankful that he can’t see the flush rising to my cheeks as I press my face harder into his shoulder, embarrassed at getting caught.

               “Getting there, thank you for asking.” I retort, squirming to prove my point. I was already comfortable, although he didn’t need to know that little tidbit of information. I can feel the soft rumble of his chuckle through our bodies and it fills me with a new warmth, spreading through my veins like wildfire. “Where are we headed?” I ask him, turning my head towards his neck. Jaskier shrugs slightly as we follow Geralt, nodding up at him.

               “Wherever he is. He wreaks of adventure; can’t you smell it?” Jaskier asks as he turns towards me, eyes bright with a large smile on his face. The joy it brings him, the smile he wears. I can’t help the smile my face mirrors and hope my eyes shine half as bright as his does in that moment as a reply passes my lips before I can even think.

               “No, but I trust you.” I confess honestly, voice almost breathless. Jaskier simply smiles brightly for a moment before he nods at me, turning his attention to the Witcher in front of us, continuing to nod his head.

               “Good, that’s-that’s good.” Jaskier clears his throat as he tightens his grip on the reins and I laugh at his reaction causing Geralt to turn and look back at us.

               “Everything okay back there?” He calls back, giving Jaskier a knowing look. We both nod at him and I place my head back at its comfortable spot on his shoulder, reveling in his warmth once more. We ride for a while more, I’m not sure how much longer, before I close my eyes. It isn’t long before I fall asleep, the warmth and smell emanating from him being to familiar and comforting to resist.

#jaskier x reader #jaskier x oc #the witcher #The witcher imagines #the witcher jaskier

[ilovemygaydad]

part 5/? of punk!patton gets adopted by single parent logan

part one - part two - part three - part four - ao3 version - masterlist (includes asks and art!)

pairings: moxiety, eventual logince, background pining remceit, mentions of past thomas/female oc

warnings--these are very important this chapter: food mentions, stress, anxiety, kissing, flirting, divorce mentions, making out, mentions of murder (i’ll mark it out), attempted murder, guns, gunshots, gun wounds, head trauma, homophobic parents mention, homophobia, there’s so much swearing i am so sorry, maybe something else

a/n: no joke i’ve had this planned out since before the last part came out, but i literally just couldn’t write it all at once, and i’ve been having a really emotionally weird week. next chapter should start out pretty funny. idk. please enjoy this.

a/n 2: sorry that this took so long to get out. i don’t think it’s that great, but... yeah. whatever.

it’s friday night babey which means that it’s dinner time with the sanders, and logan and patton are freaking out

logan has been cooking/prepping food for the past day, and he immediately started finishing up as soon as he got home from work

patton, on the other hand, was feverishly cleaning the entire house 

it isn’t even messy, but he’s worried that virgil and/or roman are going to be upset

(which they aren’t????? but whatever)

and patton even cleaned himself up! he tried (and failed) to tame his wild curls into some sort of neat anything, and he wore his nicest pair of black jeans and a black sweater with floral designs that he’d bought at the mall with virgil a while back

it was a little out of his comfort zone, but virgil insisted that he get it because it looks very good on him

and, god damn it, you can’t say no to virgil’s puppy eyes

the doorbell rang just before five, and logan ran out of the kitchen to get it

patton literally vaulted over the couch, skidding to the door just behind logan

virgil is like

literally the cutest person on the planet

he’s wearing a white lace dress that has a flowy skirt, and he’s got a white flower crown on, and he looks like an angel

during the time that patton’s being a gay disaster, virgil holds out a bouquet of blue flowers and says, “dad made me get them for you”

patton smiles gently and takes them, pulling virgil in for a quick kiss before leading him inside

roman has, like, eight giant tupperware containers full of cookies and brownies and stuff in his arms, and logan’s like

what???? the fuck?????

“you didn’t need to bring desserts, roman. i have ice cream...”

and roman gives this cocky smile and says “my best friend, emi, loves to bake for us, but he doesn’t really know how to limit himself, so we have tons of baked goods lying around that we can’t eat. not to mention that i can’t keep up this fabulous figure if i only eat sweets!” wink wonk

and logan can feel his face heating up after that wink, but he pretends that it’s just the heat from inside

roman really does have a good figure...

logan chooses to not respond to roman, instead saying, “let’s go inside so you can put those containers down”

they turn to go, and they catch a glimpse of patton and virgil from down the hall

the kids are sitting on the couch, laughing and talking and exchanging the occasional kiss

the adults watch for a second because aw, but quickly move on to the kitchen

“you can set the containers down on the counter over there. i made a a couple of different things for dinner just in case you two didn’t like something that i made, so there’s spaghetti, pizza, and hamburgers. everything is absolutely gluten-free; i know because i triple checked with a list online and bought new utensils to reduce contamination. you’re free to have as much or as little as you like--i won’t be offended either way.”

roman kind of freezes because holy shit that’s so thoughtful and kind

“that’s... logan, that’s too much. you didn’t have to do all that for virgil.”

“what are you talking about? it’s only common courtesy to assure that your guest is able to eat without getting sick, especially when they have a disease that can cause irreparable damage to their body.”

“yeah, but a lot of people don’t care enough to ask or remember, so virgil often has to find something else to eat last minute... i brought an extra dinner just in case, which is very unfair to your person, but virgil has suffered too much for me to not be careful.”

“that’s...” logan starts, trying to express what he feels. “that’s just shitty.”

roman smiles and laughs a bit, replying, “yeah, it is, but at least you aren’t, you know, shitty”

and they have this little moment where they smile at each other, and both of them are like wow this man is... good looking but they snap out of it because

dumb gays

everyone in this au is a dumb gay

including yours truly but that is noT important

logan’s like “hey we should get the kids for dinner” and roman obvi agrees

but when they go to get them, they see the kiddos being all adorable and gay and logan turns to roman with this very serious expression like

we must spy on them. this is the cutest shit i’ve ever seen.

so they shuffle over to the edge of the doorway, just out of sight, and logan peeks his head in every now and then for visuals, and he’s repeating what he hears so that roman can understand what’s happening

logan’s in the middle of telling roman something when

dun dun dunnnn

a voice suddenly appears from behind them like

(the voice is virgil)

“what... are you two doing...?”

fucking busted

logan is like

aHa i can lie to these children!

and he says, “we were talking about work--”

but patton just cuts him off with this deadpan look and “you two are horrible liars”

cut to: roman gasping in offense that this emo nightmare of a child just called him a liar when he didn’t even say anything

so he says, “i didn’t even say anything”

patton, being... well, being the asshole that he is, says, “my point still stands”

roman splutters for a while longer, trying to look at virgil and logan for help, but virgil just shrugs and walks with patton to the table, and logan is still very embarrassed about getting caught

it takes a few seconds, but both adults recuperate and move on to what’s important

which is, obviously, dinner

logan walks virgil through what’s available and offers to cook something else if he isn’t feeling particularly happy with anything

virgil damn near cries at how nice logan is

dinner gets served, and they all start eating the (delicious--who would guess that calculator watch knew how to cook something that tasted like it was served in a fancy restaurant) food

after a few minutes of idle chatter and slight pda between the kids, logan offhandedly comments, “you know, i am extremely happy for the both of you that you didn’t cycle through numerous girlfriends before finding out that you’re queer like many of us do.”

and everyone at the table freezes because

logan’s gay????

“hold up,” roman says with a shocked expression. “you’re gay?”

and virgil sighs and shakes his head because “dad, you’re an idiot. he literally has a pride phone case, and there are multiple pictures of him at pride around the house--including one right behind you.”

he also elbows patton when the punk mutters out a very soft “what the fuck”

“i applaud your observational skills--”

“i assume neither of you knew that he was jewish, either”

and now it’s logan’s turn to be surprised because... who the hell is this kid

“you have a dreidel on the mantle that i assumed you forgot to put away after Hanukkah last year.” everyone stared at him. “oh, i’m sorry that i’m not as much of a dumb gay as my father.”

cue roman getting offended again

“excuse you! the role of ‘dumb gay’ is exclusively reserved for thomas f. sanders!”

poor patton hasn’t stopped being confused this whole time, but roman luckily jumps right back into his explanation

“my twin brother, thomas, didn’t realize that he was gay until he had been with a woman for six years and had a child with her. they amicably parted ways because, like him, she was also gay. i am not nearly as stupid as my brother, and i take great offense to virgil calling me a ‘dumb gay!’” he said matter-of-factly

virgil opens his mouth to say something, but roman cuts him off with a swift “if you so much as think about saying what you’re going to say, i will throw you into the ocean without a moment’s hesitation.” roman then very calmly turns to patton and says sweetly, “so, only good child at this table, tell me a bit about yourself so that i know what my devil child is getting himself into.”

unbeknownst to roman, virgil mutters “dumb gay,” under his breath, causing logan to crack a smile across the table

patton shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “my birthday is february nineteenth, my favorite color is blue, and i’m homoromantic asexual.”

roman waited for patton to say more, but the teen averted his gaze back on his food and took another bite

logan decided to pick up the slack after the few seconds of awkward silence “what about you, virgil?”

unlike patton’s less than enthusiastic reply, virgil perked up at the chance to speak

“oh, well, my birthday is june second, and i really like purple! i’m pretty sure that i’m pan, but i have a preference for guys. oooh! and i really want to be an elementary school teacher.”

that made logan perk up. “really? i currently teach first graders across town.”

“no way!” virgil gasped. “that’s awesome! i love little kids so much. they’ve got so much energy.”

“and their intelligence is unrivaled!”

“yes!”

roman and patton watched as the two excitedly conversed about kids and teaching

patton admired virgil’s enthusiasm, and was happy that he was getting along with logan.

and virgil looked really cute with his happy smile and the little glimmer in his eyes

patton may or may not have zoned out in favor of staring at his beautiful boyfriend

roman couldn’t really tell what logan and virgil were talking about (they were speaking far too quickly for him to follow), but he admired how excited logan looked when he was speaking

oh no

roman was falling for logan

time to not follow his own advice and pretend that his feelings don’t exist

after another half hour or so of chatting, the adults and kids split ways for a while

patton and virgil went up to patton’s room, and logan and roman stayed in the living room

the boys settled together at the end of patton’s bed, holding hands and leaning on each other

“you look paw-sitively purrfect, virgil” patton giggled

“is... are you saying that because i have cat-eye eyeliner on?”

“...maybe”

virgil smiled and pulled patton in for a kiss

they kissed for a little, but patton eventually pulled away

he looked worried, and he fidgeted with his hands as he said, “do you think that your dad likes me?”

“well...” virgil started. “he didn’t like you for a long time. after the first day of school, he kind of held a grudge on you.” patton winced, but he didn’t get the opportunity to say anything. “i think he’s forgiven you now.”

“really?”

“i promise. he just wanted to protect me because he’s my dad, but i think he’s realized that you’re not actively trying to hurt me, and you’re just a bit dumb at times”

“hEY”

virgil smiled and nudged patton “you know i love you”

“hnnnnnn i love you too”

“heLL YEAH!”

meaNwhiLE downstairs

logan led roman into the the living room and roman was

stunned

because logan had at least a thousand books meticulously organized around the room

“how many books do you have in here...?” roman asked, running his hand over an entire collection of encyclopedias 

“about one thousand two hundred on the shelves, but i have some children’s books in those baskets at the bottom as well as the books that are starting to fall apart like my copy of hamlet”

“how did you even get so many books? i’ve been collecting novels my whole life, and i only have a few bookshelves full”

“my mom is a librarian, and whenever they would get newer copies of books or get rid of unwanted books, she’d give them to me. i’ve bought a fair few of these myself, but there are only so many that i can buy on a teacher’s salary”

and roman’s like

????? hot

and logan keeps rambling on about books, and roman’s just having a gay crisis but it’s fine 

but then logan looks at roman expectantly, and roman hadn’t exactly been paying enough attention to read logan’s lips, so he played the “can you repeat yourself? i didn’t catch it” card

“sorry. i asked how you came to adopt virgil”

and roman obviously is like hey how about we spill a lot of sad life things with this almost stranger because he’s cute

~this is where the murder is mentioned~

“his mom was my best friend in high school. although we went our separate ways for college, she stayed supportive of me after i came out. she was... the only one from my old life who would even think to talk to me. even thomas hesitated to talk to me for fear of crossing our parents and their ridiculously catholic ideas.” roman sighed. “eventually, though, she got mixed up in some bad stuff, and she got with this drug addict who got her pregnant with virgil. when virgil was about a year old, the guy thought that my friend was cheating on him, and he shot her. the shot, luckily, didn’t kill her right away, and she was able to push him into the corner of a table and kill him before he could get to virgil. she called the police, but she died before they could get there. as soon as i found out, I went and started the adoption process. i had only been a year out of college at that point.”

~end of the murder mention~

logan was stunned. “that is... horrible, roman. i am so sorry for your loss.”

“it’s alright,” roman said with a shrug. “it was over a decade ago, and it led to me getting the best thing in my life. the circumstances were shit, but virgil has made me a better person, and i wouldn’t know what i’d do without him keeping my head on gay.”

“you mean straight...?”

“nothing about me is straight, logan. don’t be absurd”

eventually, it’s time for roman and virgil to leave

virgil and patton walk out to the car and leave the adults at the door because they wanna kiss each other goodbye without being spied on

on their way to the car, virgil whispers “how much do you want to bet that they’ll be flirting with each other by the time we leave”

“ten dollars. i mean, didn’t you see how your dad looked at logan? it was gross!”

meanwhile, at the door...

roman leans back on the doorframe and smiles. “this was a nice night, logan. virgil definitely had a lot of fun”

“that’s great; i’m glad”

“here--give me your phone. i’ll put my number in, and we can get together some other time to get to know each other better”

logan obliged, and roman sent himself a text using logan’s phone and set his contact name as “prince of your dreams”

they chatted for a minute or so longer, just to give the boys enough time to say their goodbyes, before parting ways

logan didn’t spend the rest of the night texting roman

don’t be ridiculous

to be continued

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[keeperoftheboys]

Broken Crystals || Chapter 3 (Kylo Ren X Female OC)

Sorry, it took so long to get this out. Two family members died this month unexpectedly so writing was put to the side as I figured things out. 

Part One, Part Two

Story Summary: (Set Before the Force Awakens). Supreme Leader Snoke has asked Hux and Kylo to visit an outer planet rich with resources and wealth in an attempt to convince the King to align with the First Order. Part of the deal is an arranged marriage between Kylo and the King’s eldest daughter. The daughter, while beautiful, could be a dangerous threat to Kylo.

Warnings: None yet.

Kylo stood across from me dipped down at the waist his lightsaber glowing a menacing red at his side. His hair was in his face, chest rising and falling with deep breaths. I circled around him my eyes never leaving his. Sweat beaded down my face, my hair stuck to my shoulders and neck. 

“Again,” he commanded, beckoning me forward. 

“Let me breathe.” 

“You’re enemies will not give you time to breathe.” 

“You’re my enemy.” I spat.

At that, he lashed out. In two quick motions, he had knocked the metal sparing pole from my hand and force pushed me into the wall. He kept me suspended a few feet off the floor, pushing me flush against the black metal surface. “If you want me to fight you like an enemy, I will.”

“Good.” I smiled. “Do it.” 

He dropped me, I fell to my knees positive I’d have large purple bruises there by morning. This was our third time practicing together, the first two had been about mediation. Lifting small objects and reaching out to the force. Today was different, today, he wanted to spar. 

“Get up.”

I picked myself off the floor and reached for the pole. He quickly used the force to send it across the room. I glared at him and walked over to pick it up. Again he used the force to knock it away. “Stop that.”

“Use the force. Not your legs.” 

I reached out, the poll wiggled on the floor before flying through the sky and landing in Kylo’s hand. 

“You’re weak. Hardly even a force user. You think you could kill me and you can’t even pull a metal rod to yourself.” 

I growled charging at him. He reached out and stopped me mid-run. Easily holding me still with the force before tossing me away again. I landed on the face first, pain radiated across my body and my lip split open. I stood, slowly. I could feel the blood streaming down my chin and I tried to reach out with the force to my sparing rod but he only chuckled, pinning my hands behind my back with his mind as he circled me. He was so close I could feel his breath on my neck. He stopped in front of me a slow smirk on his lips. 

“No wonder they sent your sister away. She was strong with the force. You’ll never reach her potential. She would have been a great force user. Too bad her life was cut so short. You’re filled with anger and hurt but it fizzles away before you can use it. Pathetic.” 

I could feel my body growing red hot with rage. Every word he spoke sent anger through my bloodstream, I wanted to rip his head off his shoulders. 

“I hardly have to concentrate to hold you back. You’re Weak. Worthless. Powerless.”

I snapped. White light filled my vision and I let out a scream. Somehow I used the force to release myself and to send Kylo flying back to the floor. He landed on his back and I used the force to grab his lightsaber leap over to him and land straddling his waist, igniting saber at his throat. 

I was shaking, blood poured from my lip dripping on to his chest. He smiled up at me. 

“There it is.” He smirked, eyes ablaze. “How does it feel?”  I ignored him pushing the saber closer to his throat. “It feels good doesn’t it?” 

“It feels incredible.” I wanted to kill him right then and there. Use his own saber to separate his head from his body. He wrapped his hand around mine on the hilt of his saber. 

“Remember this feeling. Use it to power and fuel yourself. Your parents were right. Sending you and not your sister would have turned you. But now I’ll be here for you. You’ll have me when you come to my side.” 

“I’m not choosing a side.” 

“You already have.” He glanced pointedly at my hands one pushing him into the floor and the other wrapped tightly around his saber, still held at his neck. I shut the saber off and got off of him. Sitting on the floor at his side. He sat up too, wiping the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand. 

Suddenly his comm unit went off, we had a meeting with Hux in 40 minutes. Both of us glanced over to the blinking mechanism. Kylo sighed deeply, his head falling back. 

“Why do you dislike each other so much?” 

“Jealousy, pride, anger. They run deep within Hux’s mind. Something he can’t work past to make our relationship civil.” 

“He’s always polite with me, I’ve never seen such things?” 

“You're a beautiful princess. Of course he’ll be nice to someone who looks like you, with as much power as you have.”

“That’s not true.” 

“Sure.” Kylo stood, and offered me a hand to pull me off the floor. “Shit.” He ran his finger along my jaw right under my lip. He pulled it back covered in blood. “I’m sorry.” 

“I’m not.” I smiled. “The training is good. The force, I feel it more now. I’ll take a busted lip for that.” I began to walk out of the training room I was at the door when Kylo stopped me. 

“What are you going to tell people when they asked what happened?” 

“I’ll just tell them about all the rough sex we’re having.”

“You will not.” 

 I shot him a wink. Leaving the room and heading to my quarters to change for the meeting. 

I arrived at the meeting late. I had gotten lost so it wasn’t all my fault and the trooper assigned to follow me was not helpful in getting us back. 

“You’re late Princess.” 

“My apologies General, I got lost.” I took a seat at the table next to Kylo. 

Hux turned to me pulling up a holographic chart as he spoke.“Princess, we have a question for you. It seems we are running low on iron. Your planet has a few iron mines. Do you think you could contact your father and ask him for a shipment of 200 units in iron.” 

“What would my father receive in return?” 

“In return?” 

“Yes, in return for the 200 units of iron.” 

“Princess, we were hoping it would be done as an act of good faith with the first order.” 

“An act of good faith? General Hux, I say this respectfully, but it seems as if you don’t quite understand how Iron is mined. My presence here is your act of good faith. You’re lucky my father has sent away the next-in-line for the crown from one of the most prosperous outer planets to aid on your counsel and marry one of your leaders.” 

“I meant no disrespect, Princess.” 

“I understand General. I am letting you all know. My father is a good man and our people follow him with good reason. You can not expect him to ask our people to mine for iron and to get nothing in return. Most of our exports are done for credits or within the barter system. Many good men and women have died mining for iron. It is a service that is not free.” 

“Fine. We will provide the labor and 300 credits for any who volunteer to train and lead our men. How many people does it take to come across 200 units of iron?”

“How quickly do you want it?”

“Within two months.” 

“150 strong and able bodies should do the job.” 

“Good. Seek counsel with your father, let me know what he decides.” 

The meeting went on for an hour or so longer. I was bored. Financial talks and war planning had never interested me. My body and mind were tried from the two-hour training in the morning. My mind drifted. I looked over Captain Phasma who wore her helmet even in this meeting. I wondered what she looked like with it off. I continued scanning the room, several senators were seated around the table and I noticed that one from the bar wasn’t here. Our interaction was growing stranger and stranger, not a single person knew who he was. Maybe he was a spy for the resistance. 

Suddenly Kylo’s hand was on my thigh. He squeezed it causing me to jump slightly in my seat. 

“Pay attention he whispered” in my ear. 

“I am.” 

He raised his eyebrows at me. 

One of the senators was staring at me, clearly waiting for an answer, “Does that sounds okay with you Princess?” 

I wasn’t listening and I could tell by the look on Kylo’s Face he knew it. “Say yes.” Kylo whispered to me again. 

“Yes.” 

“Great. I’ll have all of the details uploaded to your comms unit tonight.” 

                                                      ~:~

“A spy mission!” Kylo was watching me pace back and forth in my room. After the meeting, he ever so graciously told me what he made me agree to. 

“It’s a simple party, I’m sure you’ve been to hundreds like it before.” 

“Yeah, never as a spy though. Kylo, people know who I am. I can’t pretend to be someone different.” 

“You don’t have to. No one knows that you are here with me. People think you’re still on your home planet. Loyal to no one but your father.” 

“I am loyal to no one but my father.” 

Kylo took two steps back when I said this. Offended that I wasn’t loyal to him. 

“All you need to do is ask the right questions, get information from the other royals and the senators, the ones who are loyal to the resistance or to no one. I’ll be there too, just hidden away in your room.” 

“This is an overnight thing?” 

“Yes.” 

“What if I say no?” 

“You don’t want to defy Snoke. These orders are direct from him.” 

#kylo ren #kylo ren x reader #star wars #star wars fanfiction #kylo darkside #star wars x reader

[shesahershey]

Everything about me!

I'm bored and have nothing else to do, so here's everything about me!

My birthday's November 30th

I have 9 pets

My middle name is Nicole because that's what my mom originally wanted my first name to be

My sign is Sagittarius (not that I care lmao)

My favorite color is purple

I have low iron (I swear, I am going to pass out one day from doing something too quickly)

I have 27 ocs

I am working on a book explaining and following those ocs ( https://www.wattpad.com/story/82557802-adventurers-of-my-mind )

I am a cartoonist

I am Depressed

I am Anxious

I have ADHD

I will play games instead of working

Music is everything to me (I seriously can't do shit without it)

I love all music besides Country and Screamo

I am chill 24/7

Piss me off and I will daydream about hurting you

Hurt me and I will beat the shit out of you

Hurt my friends and I will make sure you are nothing but a bloody pulp on the sidewalk.

Violent when need be

Uses videogames to escape reality and take out violence

The quiet kid

People freak out when I talk

Will do anything to make you feel better

Bisexual

Gender Fluid

9 year old stuck in a 16 year old's body

I can't move on from the past

Childhood trauma

Lost my mom when I was 9

I am TERRIFIED of roaches.

Hyper-spikes when I get little to no sleep

Fandoms I am or was into: Hetalia, Eddsworld, Undertale/Deltarune and the AU's, FNAF Night Guards (idk if that's the right name???) Portal, Subnautica, and Minecraft

Will make inside jokes that only I know (Russian Snowman Cafe hehe)

Steals personalities to make people like me more (or so I think)

Two of my characters are almost carbon copies of other characters that inspired their design/personality because I just wanted them to be subtle nods (I regret it, but what can I do? I like how they are)

I love everyone for who they are unless you are LGBTQ+ Phobes, Terfs, Pedophiles, Beastiality, and Necrophilia. Then you may die in the worse way possible.

I love animals, hurt them and I will beat you with a bat until each and every bone is broken.

I talk to myself (Yourself knows yourself best)

"Anything's better than nothing" is my motto

Curses 24/7

Scars from Depression

Do not say, "Hey, we need to talk." I will go into a panic and think about everything I have done since birth.

Skin is delicious. (I need to stop eating myself...)

Bruises easily

I am thicc

Bust size is a goddamn 36-38 D. (Help me.)

Tiddies either fit the bra perfectly or flop out.

3 curves in my spine (genetics suck.)

Shoulders are uneven (fuck that backpack I had in 5th grade.)

I have had 3 real crushes

I have had 7 or more fictional crushes

Wings are AWESOME

I buy a ton of socks and lose every single one until there's only two or three left

Stuff animals give me life

Borderline hoarder (just for things I like or bought with my money)

My room is an abomination (where is anything??????)

I am a dog person (no patience for cats)

"If I don't align my feet with the tiles, I will die."

Tons of memes on my phone which I will not get rid of

I want to live in 2012

Either great or terrible with lying

I can't stay still

I will stare and space out

I think everyone is watching me so I'm cautious and freaking out about how I do things

I worry a lot

Cold most of the time

I jiggle when I walk

My thighs are too thicc, if I'm not in pants, they will rub against each other and it HURTS

I still have my Wii and my TV is the only one in my house that can play it

I'm somewhat flexible

Sweet treats keep me going

I can cook breakfast and that's it

I want to drive but I'm afraid

I spend almost an hour in the bathroom (I like the solitude)

I'm the opposite of Claustrophobia, I LOVE small places

I want to live in the forest

I am terrified of my family

When I'm sleeping, my legs cannot be close to each other (gotta do that Mario jump)

I will only buy shoes if I really need them

I buy things that make me happy (lots of money, gone...)

"If it still works, don't buy a new one." Is something I say for anything

Will look like a slut if I'm feeling it and then regret it later

I can whistle inwards

I avoid eye contact when talking to people because I feel awkward

I say "Drawl" and "Drawling" instead of "Draw" and "Drawing"

Make a Texan joke or stereotype and I will love it (yeehaw pardner)

Accents are AMAZING

I've made friends online and trust them with everything and love them to pieces

I want to travel and see my internet friends

I stopped biting my nails

I want to animate, but: I can't find the right batteries for my pen, I lost my pen, and my screen is messed up and hardly recognizes my pen

I will not judge you

I have a collection of bottle caps (ready for a fallout baby)

I cry easily

I will scream if I'm excited

My favorite song is "1/4" by VocaCircus/CircusP

I hate realism. (Let me draw how I WANT.)

My real personality? I don't know her

I have 1,945 songs

I live in the past and will not move on

Clay is REALLY GOOD

I lose track of what I'm talking about and switch left and right

I might forget I've said or showed you something and will say it or show it again

Sometimes I see small white lines that crawl around my eyes and then they disappear (it's like looking down at sugar ants)

I have missed out of really good shows, like Invader Zim, because I thought I wouldn't like it, them I'm like, "Hey, that looks pretty cool actually" and then it stops airing.

I have loads of freckles on my face and arms

My hair is curly, but since it's short, you can't really see it

I have a good singing voice

I LOVE pools and water parks

I've always wanted to learn an instrument, but decided drawing and writing was right for me

Hockey is my favorite sport (got that Canadian heart baby)

I've only seen snow twice (Texas sucks.)

My favorite character is Russia from Hetalia (I LOVE THAT BOY SO MUCH)

I want to learn a different language, but Jesus fuck, that takes so much effort

I'm patience

I love puzzle games

My favorite number is 3

I wear oversized shirts and jackets

I do really well in school until I gain the teacher's trust, and then do nothing for the rest of the year because they know I'll do it

I love science

I despise math

All of my oc's are a piece of me, merge them together and you get me

I have dark circles that won't go away

Fluffy things are GREAT

Soft things are BEAUTIFUL

I love galaxies

And that's all I can think of! Hope you liked learning about me!

#this was surprisingly fun #long post #very long post #hersh talks

[p-artsypants]

P-Artsypants Fanfiction Masterpost!

I feel like I’m always making a new one of these posts every few months, but I honestly just write so much that it makes sense...

Updated so most recent Fandom is at the top. 

Find most, if not more, of these fics on:

Fanfiction.net | Archive of Our Own | Wattpad

 (~AU’s, *Finished, ❤️Author's Favorites)

Kingdom Hearts

~❤️Rage Awakened AO3 | FF.net- Ten years ago, Terra, Aqua, and Ventus lost their fellow apprentice, Sora, in Deep Jungle. Now, they are to return with two new students, Riku and Kairi, to lock the heart of the world. All the while, something watches from the trees. Feral!Sora AU

My Kingdom for a Heart AO3 | FF.Net - The curse of being one of the Princesses of heart, is that there’s always someone out to get you. As Xemnas looked failure in the face, he reached out in a last ditch effort and destroyed Kairi’s heart. Now her friends must travel the worlds again. Sora, to find a way to recover Kairi’s heart, and Riku, to make amends to those he has wronged. All the while, the darkness grows.

Miraculous Ladybug

One Shots

*❤️Amalgam- When an young man is rejected for being ‘incompatible’ he turns into the akuma ‘Amalgam’ able to fuse two people together. And later Adrien and Marinette would debate if it was lucky or unlucky that they got hit.

*Sing We All Noel- After receiving the worst Christmas present ever from his father, Chat Noir finds himself out on the streets with nowhere to go on Christmas Eve. Thankfully, Ladybug finds him and brings him home.

*Speechless- In a world where everyone has a soulmark, the first words their soulmate will say to them, Marinette is born without one. But Adrien Agreste has two. Curious, considering he’s mute.

*❤️Tunnels of Love- The night started out with an accidental kiss from Adrien Agreste, and ended with her bleeding in the Catacombs of Paris. Ladybug, the wielder of the miraculous of good luck. Yeah right. (Some blood)

*The Reveal That Wasn’t- First Parts My ending to kittybug’s Tumblr Prompt

*What A Mess We’re In- Ladybug has a lot on her mind, and when Chat Noir bugs her enough, she tells him she’s going to confess to her Crush, Adrien Agreste. Chat’s reaction is not what she’s expecting.

Long Fics

*❤️Nine Lives- (FF.net) When Adrien Agreste is scheduled to go to a Military School in Germany, Chat Noir must make a critical decision. Does he give up his Miraculous? Or does he give up his life as Adrien? I’ll save you the trouble of guessing, he gives up being Adrien.

*Tender Words- When Marinette finally gets the guts to confess her feelings for Adrien, some things go so wrong, and other things go so right.

How To Train Your Dragon

One Shots

The Vikings Have Their Tea (FF.Net | AO3)

Arranged Marriage- Takes place at the beginning of HTTYD

❤️Breathe- Survival of the fittest

~Childhood Friends- At the Sandbox

❤️Easy Fix- In which Hiccup has a bad day

~Fashion Designer- Astrid needs a fill in

❤️Frozen- In Which Astrid takes a Dip and things get frisky (Rated M)

❤️Headache- In Which Hiccup hits his head….really hard

❤️Heir- In Which Hiccup is Picked (Longer version by FateCharms) 

Illness- In Which Stoick is a dad

~Illusionist- Trick gone wrong

~In the Walls- In which there’s a poop ghost

~Knocking On The Wrong Door (2) - A chance encounter

❤️Messages- Astrid is Frustrated with Hiccup’s obliviousness

~To Mirkwood- Hiccup is not a dwarf

~Monster Falls- Hiccup and Astrid take a dip

❤️Mute- In which there’s a quiet stranger

~Music Video (ImgHS)- He didn’t expect it

❤️Operation: Lovebirds- In Which the gang makes a plan, and Hiccup gets Drunk

~Over- Too many nightmares

~Partners in Crime- A normal day at work

~Pirate- Astrid is the greatest treasure

~Prince- He doesn’t want to be a broken King

❤️Sorting Things Out- In Which Astrid gets her ducks in a row

~The Dragon and The Dame- Beauty and the Beast Au

The Pit- In Which Hiccup is rescued

Hide and Seek- Part 1

Lost and Found- Part 2

Long fics: 

*❤️Infernal Responsibility- Being the son of the chief takes brains, courage, and a lot of patience. But at his father’s the request for marriage, Hiccup decides he has had enough. When he seeks out a life of ease, he runs into more than what he bargained for. 

*❤️Roses and Lilies- “Astrid, you and I both know you’re much tougher than I am. You’re more brave, and a better fighter…but just for a little while…could we pretend that I’m the one protecting you?” “Oh gods yes!”

*~What the Water Gave Me- The sea is a wild and dangerous thing, something that cannot be foretold or predicted. Hiccup discovered this many years ago, in human naiveté. Yet, what was meant as a sacrifice became a new life, one like no one could comprehend. He now finds himself once more in the unknowing hands of those that sentenced him to death. He only prays things will be different this time. Merman!AU

*Parasite- Soulsnatcher Dragons are rare but deadly. But, As Hiccup finds out, it’s the eggs you have to watch out for.

*~320 State Street- Gobber’s Goods. A Hardware Store that was rumored to have everything you needed. She thought she only needed a job. Turns out, she needed a lot more than that. (A Modern AU no one asked for)

*~❤️The North Tower- When Finn Hofferson died, Astrid inherited his castle in Wales…and a whole lot more. Something sinister lurks in the North Tower.

*~❤️Boy Toy- AO3 - At the age of 21, Princess Astrid lawfully has to pick a husband. But when the perfect groom is nowhere to be found, she requests the toymaker to create one for her. It’s safe to say that everyone in the kingdom is a little concerned. (Pinocchio!AU I guess?)

No, You Go First- AO3 - The Chief of Berk was a headstrong viking, stubborn and full of pride, and willing to do whatever it takes to keep his village safe. But for a moment, he puts that aside, and listens to his son. In which Hiccup convinces his dad not to make him go through Dragon Training, and the subsequent changes that follow.

*In Due Time- AO3 - As another illness sweeps through Berk, Gothi needs another ingredient for her medicine…one that doesn’t exist anymore. Fortunately, she kept that old spell book around for such an occasion. Big Hiccup is sent to five years into the past, and his younger self sent to take his place in the future. But it’s only a few days, what could go wrong?

Trollhunters: Tales from Arcadia

❤️Arcadia or Bust- In Which Arcadia welcomes back it’s underground citizens.

Teen Titans

Oneshots:

~Big Brother- Don’t turn out the light (Horror)

Dear Jason- Bruce Writes a letter

Just Drawing- Bruce thinks about Robin

The Prisoner- Starfire is Guilty

Of Mustard and Three Foot Purple Tongues- A collection of Oneshots and Drabbles

Long Fics (*Finished): 

*~❤️Carol of the Bells- High in the dark Bell Tower of Notre Dame, there lives a mysterious bell ringer. Legend tells of the angel who fell from the sky, and the curse she bares. There are few who know her true identity though; her master, the priest, and the acrobat that performs on the streets below. Based loosely on ‘The Hunchback of Notre Dame’ RobxStar and slight BBxRae

*No Escape- Three years ago, Starfire escaped an Alien race called the Gordanians, to arrive on Earth. They’re back, and ready to put Starfire back where she belongs, behind reinforced Titanium bars. Robin’s not about to let her go…if only he hadn’t got captured first. How does it feel to be the alien, Robin?

*Now you Know My Pain- When the new Villain, Gender Bender, comes to down, the Titans find themselves in an odd situation. They’ve been turned into the opposite gender against their will! Now in order to change back, they must learn to understand the gender they’ve turned into. Rated T for obvious reasons. A great read if you’ve ever wondered why girls or guys do [blank].

*Paint it Black- Robin disappeared three months ago. Now, Jump City’s crime rate is mysteriously being taken care of by a normal, albeit strange, teenage boy who goes by the name Black. As the Titans befriend this lunatic, they begin to see a relation between him and their missing leader. Will they be able to find Robin, or will Black turn them all insane as himself? Actually, contains NO OC.

*Saving Grace- “When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk upright or speak coherent sentences and all you’ll see is my mask and my voice repeating in your head…Weak. Richard Grayson, I am not tough, I am everything that you fear.” Happy Ending! Smudge of RobStar. NO Slash!

Other Fandoms

Final Fantasy XV

❤️Requiem for Pitioss-“O King. The god’s have heard your cries. Know that we weep with you. The Oracle’s calling has not yet been fulfilled. But…Lunafreya as you know her cannot return the way she was.” Noctis looked up, hopeful. “But she can return!” Canon divergence from Chapter 9. Happy ending. Some spoilers.

Beauty and the Beast

*❤️Behold the Beast- A Oneshot alternate ending to the Animated Film

Cinderella

*❤️Midnight- “When the clock strikes twelve, the spell will be broken,” the fairy godmother had warned. A retelling of the story, when Cinderella doesn’t escape the ball in time. Oneshot

*So This is Love- What if Jaq and Gus hadn’t made it in time to help Cinderella? A new twist on the ending of the classic Fairytale, and what lies beyond the story. She still gets her happy ending and her Prince, and her step family gets their just deserts.

Sleeping Beauty

*❤️A Love Song Back To Me- Maleficent saw the loophole that stared her in the face. Prince Phillip would break the curse in time, for sure. After all, he was betrothed to Aurora. So in an effort for her evil plan to stay in action, Maleficent takes care of the young prince herself. Phillip never imagined having to live off the land like the birds above. Alternate twist on the classic Disney tale.

Escaflowne

Down Feathers- Hitomi’s depressed. She’s been away from Van too long, he comes back to visit her…but what if something went wrong with the transfer? (Not finished. Never will be finished. Mwahaha) Circa 2012 

*Angel’s Wounds- Fanelia’s been victorious in their most recent battle with Basrum. Unfortunately, someone is wounded and just seeks solace in his love that lives so far away. Post Anime.

Momma Look Sharp- With the war between Fanelia and Basrum finally coming to a close, the kingdom is celebrating. The young king, however, is suffering from an experience unlike any he had before. Van finally seeks solace in his wife.

#fanfiction #kingdom hearts #miraculous ladybug #httyd #disney #beauty and the beast #sleeping beauty #escaflowne #cinderella #ffxv #Teen Titans #trollhunters

[greenjacketwhitehatdocmui]

Frozen:  Measured Response

This is a little something that came out as I was working on “Those Left Behind.”  This takes place several years before “A Little Pre-Dinner Show” and involves my OC, Daniel Antonini.  It may be silly and a bit sappy, but I like it.

--Doc

    There were many things that Elsa had learned not to take for granted--or, at least, tried very hard not to.  She'd appreciated the fact that she had servants who were willing to take care of the castle and everyone's needs.  She appreciated her subjects who showed her respect and genuine kindness that she felt she didn't deserve.  And, of course, she never took Anna for granted--not even on her busiest, obligation-filled day.  

    Her efforts to restrain her powers had left her touch-starved.  After her coronation, however, Anna had taken great pains in order to alleviate that. There had been warm hugs and gentle touches and, yes, even tickling.  Anna never feared the hands that could probably freeze a nation.

    Then again, neither did her current companion. Daniel had never been afraid of her, not even when she demonstrated the slightest hint of her power.  No, he was fascinated by the miniature snowstorm she'd generated above her hand.  He called it a gift.

    She sighed contentedly as his fingers gently massaged her hands after a long day.  They stood outside her bedroom after a fine dinner and an hour of quiet reading together.  Her eyes were closed as she leaned forward slightly, her forehead touching his.

    The satin purple nightgown she wore shimmered slightly in the lamplight.  Anna found it a bit daring, with a hint of décolletage, but Elsa found it quite comfortable.  The fact that she allowed him to see her in it spoke volumes about their mutual trust.

    (Anna would sometimes take discreet looks to see if there was any...marring...on Elsa's neck or shoulders the day after. She was consistently disappointed to find that there were no such marks.  Daniel was, after all, a diplomat, a gentleman and happy to take things at Elsa's pace.)

    Still, in this rather intimate position, a lesser man might have snuck a peek.  Not that he would have done it--but, since his hands were occupied massaging hers, it was a possibility.

    She opened one cerulean eye and smiled.  His eyes were closed and he was smiling contentedly.  Of course, the angle was a bit awkward, but...

    "Something wrong?" he asked, looking up and opening his eyes.  He met her gaze.

    "It's nothing.  I'm surprised that you didn't take a look," she teased.

    He tilted his head slightly in confusion. "Now why would I do that?"

    She chuckled.  "Of course.  Your mother taught you better."

    "Well...yes.  And honestly? I already know your measurements," he admitted.

    Now there was a twinkle of mischief in her eyes. "Oh, really?  And what, pray tell, are they?"  She gently, regretfully, slipped her hands out of his.

    He took two steps back and gave her a discerning look.  Then he raised his hands to approximately to the level of her bust.

    "Beautiful."  He lowered her hands to her waist area.  "Beautiful."  He mimed area where her hips were.  "Beautiful."

    She folded her arms and raised a dubious eyebrow, a playful smirk on her face.  "Very diplomatic, of course.  But I'm going to need some numbers."

    He frowned slightly.  "Well, if numbers are required, then...I shall have to provide them.  Discreetly, of course.  Could be considered a state secret and all that."

    "Oh, of course," she agreed, unfolding her arms.  She offered her right hand and he took it gently.

    In retrospect, it wasn't so much the numbers that mattered; it was how he said them.  Somehow, his voice was tinged with patience, kindness and love as he whispered her measurements.  It took her a moment to realize that he was absolutely correct.

    "Well," she said as he took a step back.  He still held her hand.  "I suppose that should be surprised, but I'm not. How did you know?"

    "Gerda is an excellent resource," he said dutifully.  "Very little escapes her."

    "I'll have to talk to her about that.  Now, about that voice you just used..."

    He blinked.  "Sorry, was I doing anything unusual?  I was merely being earnest, but not forceful."

    Now, she couldn't hide the flush on her cheeks. With her pale skin, it was more than obvious.  "It was...an interesting voice."  She paused and smirked.  "Tease."

    Now, there was a hint of mischief in those dark brown eyes.  " Enchantress.  And I mean that in both definitions in a positive way," he returned.

    Elsa did not allow herself to be flattered easily. However, when it came to Daniel, he didn't have to try; he was just being sincere.  Still, being a diplomat had taught him how to smooth things over.

    "There's that silver tongue again."  She sighed.  "As much as I would like to continue this wonderfully flattering exchange, it's late and we both have a full day tomorrow."

    "Indeed," he sighed.  "May I?"

    "You may."

    He bowed and gently kissed her hand.  When he stood up, she could see the utter adoration in his dark brown eyes.

    "Good night, love," he said, releasing her hand.

    "Good night, Daniel."

    She entered her room and closed the door behind her.  She leaned against the door and sighed contentedly, a luminous grin on her face.

    Knock knock a knock knock!

    Elsa took a step away from the door and tried to wipe the grin off her face.  She wasn't entirely successful.

    "Come in, Anna."

    Anna came in almost furtively, an ingratiating smile that was only accented by the impish light in her eyes.  Closing the door behind her, Anna was almost vibrating with excitement.  Clearly, she had seen that last exchange.

    "So..." she drawled.  "What was that about your measurements?"

    "He got them from Gerda," Elsa said.

    "And not, you know, being around you for the last, oh, year and a half?" Anna suggested.

    "He's just being observant.  It's part of his job."

    Anna eyed her dubiously.  "Right.  Just part of his job.  And just to let you know, remember that blue velvet dress you got for last Yule?  He gave me your measurements.  I didn't get them from Gerda."

    Elsa blinked.  "I think that he and I should have a little chat about this."

--------

    "Oh, no, Your Majesty," Gerda said the next morning.  "Daniel came to me to verify your measurements.  Seems he already had the numbers in his head."  She tapped her chin thoughtfully.  "His father did the same thing once or twice when your parents were courting.  It's a rare talent."

    "Indeed?  Well, I shall have to talk to him about being judicious about that...talent."

--------

    Daniel was no stranger to ice sculptures and the like in Elsa's office.  However, this was the first time that she'd created what looked like a male statue with blank features--and suspiciously built like him.  Elsa was casually measuring the bicep, then the waist, then the hips of the ice statue.  Then, with a decidedly wicked smirk, she measured the inseam.  Satisfied, she wrote down some numbers.

    "It just occurred to me," she began, "that I don't have your measurements if I were to gift you with a suit.  So, I made do."  She handed him the slip of paper.  "Is this accurate?"

    He raised his eyebrow as he looked at the numbers. "Quite," he agreed. "I thought you'd sworn off of ice homunculi.  Something about your perfectionist nature influencing your magic?"

    She waved her hand and dismissed the sculpture. "Well, I just wanted things to be fair."

    He stifled a laugh.  "Indeed.  Fair's fair," he agreed.

    They began the day's work.  Occasionally, it was interrupted by a few knowing looks and stifled laughter.

THE END

#elsa #frozen #my writing #frozen fanfiction

[teufortyaoi]

Stargazing

a ficlet about some ocs (read pages here)

summary: helen shuts down the fucking power grid to watch shooting stars

“--and don’t forget to keep an eye on the sky tonight! Scientists say this meteor shower will be the clearest in years!”

“I sure hope I’ll be able to see them. That’s the problem with living in a city, though, isn’t it?”

“Ha ha, you’re right! You’re watching WJZ 1.5, we’ll be back after this break.”

A commercial for bathroom cleaner begins to play on the television, but the channel is changed before it finishes. Melanie leans back against the couch and sighs, taking a long sip of bitter coffee. She flicks through a few channels, before the remote is swiped away from her hand by her sister.

“You always scroll through, like, ten channels,” Sadie says as she sits down with a bowl of cereal. “Just deal with commercials, dummy.���

“You know I’m impatient.” Still, Melanie lets her choose the channel, and unsurprising to the rest of the team coming in to eat their breakfast, she settles on some ghost hunting show.

“Shit, is that Zak Bagans?” Bellamy grins as he plops next to her, and nearly drops his plate. He ignores a glare from Melanie and takes a bite from his breakfast sandwich. “I love this episode.”

Kerin takes a seat sitting in front of the couch, leaning back against the seats and setting a plate in her lap. Helen follows and sits beside her, though she holds only a glass of orange juice. Kerin’s system for converting food and liquid into usable energy for Helen was still experimental. So far orange juice had been the only thing to produce results.

Kerin glances up to Melanie as she begins to cut up a fried egg. “So what was that news guy talking about?”

“There’s supposed to be a meteor shower tonight. We won’t be able to see it, though. Too much light pollution.”

“Really? That sucks.” Kerin looks back to her plate. “I’ve never seen a meteor shower.” She blinks as Helen taps her arm. Her hand is cold, like it always is.

“Meteor shower?” Helen tilts her head questioningly. Kerin smiles. It’s a cute expression on the robot’s face. Curiosity.

“It’s when there’s particles in the atmosphere. They look like stars falling.”

“Oh. Do you want to see them.”

“I’d really like to, but we can’t with all the lights from the city. It’s okay. Maybe there’ll be a different one somewhere with less lights we can see.”

Helen nods slowly, before looking down. She watches as the juice in her glass swirls with the tilting of her wrist.

Somewhere with less light.

It wasn’t hard to get into the transformer. Kerin had enough tools, and she never really questioned when Helen took them. The robot did sometimes have her own little projects she liked to do.

In fact, it wouldn’t be all that hard to grab a hold of some wires and just go to town on the electricity.

The real challenge would be shutting down the power grid without shorting her own insides. Her talent was more in corrupting computer systems than it was in dealing with the electricity output itself. But hey, Kerin could always fix her, couldn’t she?

Kerin could do anything.

Helen nods to herself, and picks up a rotary saw as she starts to cut down on the insulation of the transformer. It takes longer than she had expected, and by the time she sees the copper, the sun is already setting.

She needs to hurry.

She takes a breath she doesn’t need, and grabs the copper inside.

All Melanie hears is something like a thundershock, and suddenly the oven she’d just turned on was dead. She hears several yells of frustration from Sadie, Bellamy, and Aegis, who’d most likely been playing games together. She frowns and flicks the light switch to the kitchen.

The lights don’t turn on.

“Fuck,” she mumbles and pulls out her phone to look up any electrical blackouts in the area. She’s surprised to find that she has no signal. Hell, did the phone towers drop, too?

She glances out the window to see Kerin emerging from her workshop, presumably grumbling obscenities from her work being interrupted. Then she stops, and looks at something across the street. Melanie raises an eyebrow when she starts to run towards something.

Kerin was running towards Helen, who was still shooting sparks from where she laid ten feet from the transformer.

“Helen! Oh my gosh, what in the world happened?” She kneels by the robot, she sees that her clothes are singed and burning in some parts, particularly around her wrists. She frowns, she can feel the heat coming from her body. Thank god for heat proof powers. She reaches down and tucks an arm under her knees and behind her head, and stands. She needs to get her back to the house.

It doesn’t take long for Kerin to sort out the fried wires from the good ones and start Helen back up. As she does so, Bellamy finds a wind up ham radio in the closet and tries to listen for news.

Most of the channels are static, but they finally come across what seems to be a military news report.

“--some kind of terrorist attack on the city. Repeat, the entire city is without power, and we believe this to be some kind of terrorist attack. Please stay near your homes.”

“Shit, terrorist attack?” Aegis leans against the wall as he listens. “No one would attack this city. It doesn’t even have a name or location.”

“It could still happen,” Sera says as she sits in the chair next to him. “Strike the unexpected.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Aegis huffs and crosses his arms. Ever the sourpuss. He looks over where Kerin is sitting up against the wall with Helen halfway in her lap, bent over and the panel at the back of her neck open. Kerin picks through the wires with her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth.

“Okay, I think I got the wires fixed as much as I can,” she says and closes the panel on Helen’s neck. “Let’s wake her again. Subject Helen, start up sequence engage.”

There’s a few sounds that could possibly be described as a modem starting up, then Helen opens her eyes again. She blinks a couple times and looks around the room, slowly getting her bearings again. Kerin moves out from behind her and lets her lean against the wall.

“Helen? Are you okay?” She watches the robot with concern, perhaps a touch more than the rest of them. Helen looks at her and blinks slowly.

“Is the power gone?”

“What?”

“Is the power system gone?”

“I...yes? We just heard about it on the radio. Helen, what’s going on?”

Helen smiles, and everyone in the room is struck with the feeling of needing to protect this precious bot. “I shut it down so we could see the shooting stars.”

There were several different reactions around the room. Kerin’s eyes nearly busted out of her head. Melanie dropped the coffee she was holding. Bellamy let out a long ‘oh my goooooood’. Sera put her face in her hands. Aegis just howled with laughter. 

Sadie looks at Helen with wide eyes. “You shut down the power grid to the whole city?” Helen just smiles and nods. “Oh my god. We’re gonna be arrested for terrorism.”

Melanie frowns as she stands from picking up the shards of coffee mug on the floor and drops them into the trash. “We’ll be fine. Either Diana will fix this somehow, or she’ll put us somewhere else.”

“You have a lot of faith in her,” Sadie says as she looks at her sister. Melanie just wipes her hands on her pants and looks away. Sadie shakes her head. “Still, this really isn’t good! What about hospitals in the city? Or, heck, what about all the food that’s gonna go to waste without refrigeration? Helen, this is gonna affect a lot of people!”

Helen looks at her, blinking a few times. She seems to shrink back into her sweater as she looks down. “I...I just wanted to...see the stars,” she mumbles. Kerin sighs.

“Guys, I know this isn’t good--”

“This is fucking hilarious.”

“Aegis, shut up. I know this isn’t good, but Helen...she doesn’t understand far reaching consequences like that. I should’ve been keeping a better eye on her. Let’s just blame me, okay?”

It wasn’t much longer from then that the sun set. Bellamy was occupied with making some kind of alchemical freezer so they wouldn’t lose all the food in the fridge. Kerin worked on how she could fix the power grid, it shouldn’t be too hard. She built a prosthetic arm with just one working arm and a still bleeding stump, she could fix a transformer.

All the plans, however, were interrupted by Sadie laying on the horn of the truck in the driveway. “Guys! Come outside and see this!”

It didn’t take long for most everyone to come out of the house to see what the honking was about. And it didn’t take long to see why Sadie was doing the honking.

Without the light pollution of the city, they could look up into the sky and see the stars clearer than ever. The arm of the Milky Way stretched across the sky in purples and reds, and as far as the eye could see were pinpricks of light.

It really was beautiful.

Sadie smiles wide as she steps out of the truck. “Maybe shutting off the power wasn’t such a bad thing after all.”

Soon enough, most of the team were strewn about the front lawn, looking up at the stars in the sky. The power grid was down and they might be arrested for terrorism come morning, but for now it was just them and the galaxy above.

Sera had Aegis help her bring several armfuls of crystals out to the lawn and spread them on a blanket. She might as well charge some crystals with star power given the chance. She sat in the middle of the blanket and just enjoyed the cool night air.

Aegis sighs and stretches his arms out as he drops the last of the crystals onto the blanket. The bottom of his hoodie lifts with the movement of his arms, revealing a sliver of pale skin and dark markings. He gets the feeling that there are eyes on him, and he looks up in time to see Bellamy looking away from where he leans against the railing on the porch.

Aegis frowns slightly, and looks back at Sera. She’s already facing him with a hint of a knowing smile. He huffs. “What?”

“Mm, nothing. Why don’t you go talk with Bellamy? I’ll just be practicing magic, and I know you find it boring.”

Aegis huffs, but he mumbles a thanks as he walks up the porch stairs and goes to stand by Bellamy. The taller boy looks at him and smiles. “Glad you could join me.”

“Oh, shut up, ponytail.” Aegis leans against the railing and watches as Bellamy laughs. There’s a feeling like a fluttering in his stomach, but he ignores it. Ignores the way that Bellamy’s cheeks dimple when smiles, ignores how his eyes scrunch up when he laughs, ignores the way that his laugh makes him feel warm.

Bellamy shakes his head and looks back up at the sky, shoving his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket. There’s a long stretch of comfortable silence, which is a rare thing for Bellamy to think about silence. Maybe it’s just the way he savors standing next to Aegis. He can hear Sera mumbling spells under her breath, and the faint voices of the sisters as they sit in the back of the truck. It’s a calm night.

Aegis blinks at him as he sighs. “Even the stars here are different. I used to know all the constellations back home, but I guess in this universe, I don’t know any.” Bellamy shakes his head. “It’s probably dumb, but it makes me...kinda sad.”

“I could show you the constellations,” Aegis says after a moment and stands from leaning against the railing. Bellamy looks at him.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean, I’ve been alive for like, seventy years, and sometimes constellations can do magic things, so Sera wants me to know them, so...y’know, I know a lot of them.” He rubs the back of his head, almost like he’s sheepish about offering his help. Bellamy smiles.

“That’d be great. Thanks.”

Aegis smiles for the first time that night, and Bellamy swears he can feel his heart skip a beat. He watches as Aegis looks up at the stars and starts to point out the constellations.

“See that one up there? The line of stars that sort of look like a triangle?”

“No, not really.”

“You’re looking at it the wrong way, dumbass. Follow my finger.”

“I still don’t see it. Hold on, let me try a different angle here.”

Aegis rolls his eyes and keeps pointing up to the stars as Bellamy steps behind him. He jumps a little when he suddenly feels warmth against his back, and Bellamy’s chin comes to rest on his shoulder. Perilously close to touching his cheek. It felt like his heart was caught in his throat, and Bellamy just smiles. “So what’s that constellation you’re pointing to?”

“I-it’s...it’s the...it’s called the...” Aegis stutters, and his face burns red. All he can think about is how he can feel the warmth radiating off of Bellamy, and how he smells like leather and metals and a little bit like burning from his alchemy.

Suddenly Aegis isn’t there anymore, and Bellamy lets out a yelp as he stumbles forward into the porch railing and smacks his head. He grunts and catches himself before he completely breaks the railing and falls into the front garden. He can hear Sera start to laugh, and he rubs his sore head as he looks up to see Aegis hiding behind the witch and pulling his hood over his red face.

“I can’t believe you!” Sera laughs harder than she has in a long time, and falls back on the blanket. Aegis just groans and tries to hide himself deeper in his hoodie.

Bellamy watches him, and he can’t help smiling. It’s cute, seeing the usually aggressive and hotheaded demon look so embarrassed. And it’s better that he made him that redfaced. He shakes his head and sits down on the porch as he looks at the stars. He blinks when he sees a star fly past, and he smiles. He mumbles a wish under his breath.

“I hope this reality starts to feel like home.”

“What’s Sera laughing about?”

Sadie leans over the edge of the truck bed to look back at the lawn. All she sees is Sera laying back on a blanket and laughing as Aegis tries to disappear from this reality and escape embarrassment. She leans back into the truck and shrugs. “Maybe someone told a bad joke.”

Melanie glances at her and shrugs as well. She crosses her legs and digs in the pocket of her jacket for a moment, and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. Sadie frowns as she watches her take out a cigarette. “You know I don’t like you smoking.” Melanie blinks a little and sighs.

“Yeah, I know, bubblegum. Sorry.” She shoves the pack back into her jacket. Sadie laughs a little.

“Bubblegum? That’s a new one.”

“Shut up, you said you like it when I give you cute nicknames.”

“It’s just unique!” Sadie smiles up at her older sister, who just rolls her eyes. But she’s smiling, too. They both stare up at the stars, watching the arm of the galaxy. “Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever been able to see the Milky Way before.”

Melanie looks at her. “Yeah. We’ve always just lived in the city, huh?” Sadie nods, and after a moment Mel looks up again. There’s a few minutes of just silence as the stars twinkle above them.

“I used to see the stars like this all the time,” Melanie says quietly. Sadie blinks and looks at her.

“Really?”

“Mhm. A long time ago. Before the crash.”

Sadie holds her breath for a moment. It isn’t often that Melanie talks about their family, and she understands way. The car accident was a painful subject. Still, she wanted to know more. She wanted to be able to help her sister. So she pressed forwards. “Can you...can you tell me about it?”

Melanie closes her eyes, and Sadie thinks that she shouldn’t have ask, and she’s worried that this peaceful night his ruined. But Melanie opens them again and sighs. “Yeah. Sure.”

“I was six, I think. You’d only just turned two, and...and Mom thought we’d celebrate by taking a family camping trip.” Melanie smiles, and it’s sad. “God, Mom loved camping. She took every excuse to pile us into a truck and drive us into the middle of nowhere so we could build a fire and tell stories.”

Sadie listens, and watches her sister with wide eyes. It was even rarer to hear anything about their parents. Melanie just watches the sky.

“Dad didn’t like camping all that much, but she humored Mom and always let her pull us along. I don’t even remember where we’d go to camp, but it was always the same spot. A clearing in the middle of some woods, and a pond within walking distance. There was a little hole we dug out for the firepit. Ashley had found a couple bench-sized logs a few years earlier, so those were set around the pit. It was...a home away from home.”

“And then the stars. It was so amazing. We’d lay out there on the grass, looking up at the sky while Dad told us about the constellations.” Melanie laughs a little bit. “Turns out Dad didn’t know any of them and he just made them up. I learned about it in class and got in trouble for insisting that there was no Orion constellation, but there was a Donkey Butt constellation.”

Sadie laughs. “You can’t be serious.”

“Nope, I’m telling the truth. I deadass thought that there was a constellation named by some old Greek motherfucker called the Donkey Butt constellation.” Melanie grins at her, and Sadie just laughs harder. Mel looks at the stars again and sighs after a moment.

“That was our last camping trip. I still remember it. Ashley got carsick because she ate too many roadtrip snacks. And Mom ended up with poison ivy on her back from tripping into a patch.” She closes her eyes for a moment. “I remember swimming in the pond, with you in one of those baby floater things. I swam out too far, and Mom and Dad couldn’t see us anymore. My leg got caught up in something, pond grass or weeds. I was so scared I was going to drown, but I didn’t want you scared, too. So I just held onto that little floater and waited until Dad found us. I remember him yelling at me, but he felt bad for making me cry, so he made me extra s’mores that night. You weren’t supposed to have any, but I shared with you anyway. Probably gave you your sweet tooth.”

Melanie smiles a little bit. Sadie’s still looking at her, and she’s pulled her knees to her chest. “...this is the first time you’ve ever talked about Mom or Dad or Ashley.” Melanie blinks and looks at her.

“It is?”

“Yeah. It’s...nice.”

“I didn’t realize that...I never talked about them.” Melanie looks away again. “Maybe I should start doing it more.”

Sadie looks at her, and she shuffles over, leaning against her older sister. “Can you tell me the constellation that Dad would show you?” Melanie smiles.

“Yeah. Sure, bubblegum.”

Helen looks up through the bare limbs of the tree she sits against to see the stars above her. In her limited memory. she doesn’t think she’s ever seen so many. She gave up counting them an hour ago.

She blinks and looks away from the sky as she hears footsteps coming closer, and she sees Kerin. The other smiles as she sits down next to Helen. “I guess it wasn’t so bad for you to shut off the power, huh?”

Helen looks at her for a moment, then down at the ground. “I didn’t...mean to cause trouble.” Kerin blinks and pats her shoulder. It’s even colder than usual from the surrounding temperature.

“It’s okay. I know you were just trying to help everyone.”

“I was trying to help you.”

Helen looks at her again, with those glowing, robotic green eyes. “You said you wanted to see the stars. And I wanted to help you.”

Kerin looks away from those all-too-sincere eyes as her face heats up. It always does when Helen is just so honest about everything. She smiles and rubs the back of her neck. “Well, thanks.” She looks up at the sky in hopes to hide her sheepishness.

Helen looks back up, too. She thinks she’s never seen something so beautiful. Well, almost nothing. The galaxy is a close second. She blinks when she sees a flash of light dart across the sky. Kerin smiles widely.

“Did you see that? That was a shooting star. Look, there’s more.” Kerin points to the sky as more streaks of light make their way across the horizon. “You’re supposed to make a wish when you see a shooting star.”

“A wish?”

“Mhm. Something you really want.”

“Oh.” Helen looks up and watches as a shooting star falls. She closes her eyes for a moment, then opens them again. Kerin looks at her.

“So what did you wish for?”

“More orange juice.”

Kerin blinks, and laughs a bit. “Really? Orange juice? Is there nothing else you want more than that?” Helen shakes her head.

“When I’m with you and the team, I have everything I could ever want.”

Kerin blinks, and she can’t help laughing again. Helen blinks at her and tilts her head. “Did I say something funny?”

“No, no, it’s not that, it’s just--gods, Helen, you’re too good for this world.” Kerin smiles at her. “You’re too good for me.”

Helen blinks, not understanding what she means. So she just looks back to the sky. Kerin watches her for a long moment, before reaching over with her nonprosthetic hand and taking Helen’s. The robot looks at her, and looks down at their fingers intertwining. She can feel the warmth of Kerin’s hand against her freezing porcelain skin. And she smiles.

They both look up at the sky again, and Kerin sees another star shoot past. She smiles.

“I think I have everything I want, too.”

The stars all twinkle and glint in the sky, and as they look up at them, there’s someone else looking, too. Someone who for once doesn’t let herself be seen.

Diana sits on the edge of the rooftop, and she smiles. For once, that robot does something helpful. True, she could go wherever she wanted to look at the stars, but this was easier than traveling.

She hums to herself as she watching the shooting stars. She wonders, just for a moment, what a being like her might wish for.

“Hm. I wish...to have more fun.”

epilogue: their neighbor got arrested for terrorism bc the blown transformer was right in front of their fucking house

#wolfy barks #my writing #writing: helen #writing: melanie #writing: sadie #writing: bellamy #writing: kerin #writing: aegis #writing: sera #writing: diana #bellaegis #kerelen

[ladyseshiiria]

This was supposed to just be a headshot/bust and simple color but since 1st place in Cerhyn’s raffle was the only one who got an art gift, and when I saw her character, inspiration just sort of took off. I had to upgrade it to a background and a half body. I wanted to incorporate a hand gesture, flowing hair, and inject some art nouveau theme into it however I am novice in this history of art and style. It gave me a chance to stretch out and try something new and explore different themes, as well as work again with my new Faber Castell ink pens. The flowers are in theme with the character I feel not only because of the color choices used to match the characters palette but its complimentary colors and theme. Since the character is part of a night/dusk (twilight) people I though the frame should have flowers that were known to bloom at night. The top purple flower is a type of water lily, the yellow are common evening primrose, there is also a breed of morning glory, (Despite its name some breeds only bloom at night, or all day long I guess.) and there is a... flower I found that I really liked and I had just sort of drawn it without really thinking. Turns out its tobacco... lol I don't endorse smoking even if I do have characters with this filthy habit. It may look neat for art and movies and media alike for its grit, but in no way shape or form do I think its cool in real life. (Also coming from a heavy smoking family I now have asthma as a result of it.) So I highly discourage its use. Who knew tobacco had white flowers?  They look amazingly beautiful though, and it turns out that they smell abundantly spicy and lovely from what my husband tells me. Some things in this world whether or not they hold a negative connotation still have something positive and beautiful to provide. Made with: Faber Castell 4 Pack Ink Pens (India Ink) Grained Sketch Paper (Medium Weight Paper) Crayola Colored Pencils (100 Pack) Colors Used: Black Outer Space Navy Blue Indigo Blue Sky Blue Blue Bolt Wild Blue Yonder Cool Gray Timber Wolf Pale Rose White Almond Sand Apricot Peach Khaki Taupe Unmellow Yellow Daffodil Yellow Lilac Purple Mountain Majesty Blue Violet Violet Cantaloupe Sizzling Sunset Fiery Rose Winter Sky

#Traditional Art #DeviantArt #Mixed Media #Character #OC #Gift Art #Raffle Win #Ink #Colored Pencil #Crayola #Faber Castell #Faber Castell Pitt Artist Pens #Flowers #Floral #Stain Glass #art nouveau #Half Body #Fantasy

[frostywindmademoan]

A Worthy Adversary

Pt. 8 in a multi chapter OC fic featuring Michael Gray

Michael rushed to the hospital as quickly as possible. He got there when a paid off doctor had finished stitching up Clara’s head and chin and began stitching up the first cut on her chest. “It’s lucky you didn’t bleed out, between the head wound and the chest and being strung up.” The doctor marveled as he pierced her skin in and out with a hooked needle. Michael’s jaw tensed at hearing how close of a call the situation was.

What if he hadn’t gotten to her in time? If he had found her sooner and properly protected her she wouldn’t look so pale between the purple blotches all over her skin. Michael took a bit of comfort in remembering how Clara thought bruises were beautiful. He wondered if she’d think they were as pretty now. “I’ll bet you 10 quid that my left zygomatic bone is fractured.” Clara tried to smile at the doctor, but her face was clearly in pain. “Based on that bruising and all those busted capillaries, I’d say that’s a pretty decent assumption.” The doctor chuckled as he agreed. Michael was completely lost and had no idea what they were talking about, but it didn’t sound good. “Have you met my boyfriend Michael? He doesn’t like when things are out of his control. He hates seeing me like this, which is why I haven’t looked him in the eyes yet. Before I do, could you explain that a few busted capillaries here and there isn’t a big deal.” She addressed the doctor. Michael was about to speak up, asking what the hell she meant, but the doctor beat him to it. “A blood vessel can burst from a certain amount of pressure applied to the area. Sometimes even a sneeze can cause it. It’s a simple inconvenience that easily heals. It just happens to look a bit bad if you don’t know what it is you’re looking at. That’s why Clara is having me explain.” The doctor informed him. “What the hell is he talking about?” Michael turned to Clara. Her eyes flitted up to him and he realized. “Holy fuck.” He gasped as he rushed towards her. Her left eye was completely red. All the white had gone. Michael had never seen anything like it before. Blood had completely taken over her sight. It was horrifying for him to see.  “It’ll heal within a few days Michael. You know the little red dots in a bruise? Like these ones here? Those are broken capillaries too. It’s no big deal.” Clara tried to calm him. “Bullshit it’s no big deal!” He exclaimed. “Please sir, there is no good in yelling. Could you step back as I finish up with this last cut?” The doctor requested. Michael nodded and stepped back. He wasn’t mad with Clara by any means. He was just mad in general and he didn’t want to see her make light of the situation. “Alright Clara, I’ve cleaned you up as best as modern medicine can. I’ll get you an antibiotic to try and fight off infection. I’ll get you some morphine too for the pain. I’m keeping you here for a few days to make sure you get bed rest. I know you won’t if I let you run out of here and head home.” The doctor smiled at her. “You know me too well David.” Clara once again tried to smile. “David?” Michael raised an eyebrow at her as soon as the doctor had left. “I’ve worked with him for 3 years, calm down. Besides, this is hardly the time to get jealous.” She scoffed at him. “You’re right, I’m sorry. I’m exploding at the smallest things.” He admitted. Clara reached her hand out to him and pulled him to the bed where he sat next to her. “You can’t feel guilty about this. There was no way to prevent something like this happening.” She rubbed small circles on the back of his hand. “Bullshit, I should’ve been there. I should’ve been with you.” Michael fervently shook his head. “You can’t be with me every second of every day. It’s infuriating, but not everything can be controlled. We live in a reality ruled by entropy.” She sighed. “You know that you have to dumb half of the shit you say down.” Michael had no idea what she was talking about. “Entropy is the idea that everything in the universe eventually moves from order to disorder. Entropy is the measurement of that change into disorder. It gets it’s roots from a principle of thermodynamics dealing with energy.” She explained. “I don’t know how you have the space in that tiny head for all the things you know.” Michael chuckled. “Have I ever told you how much I love these hands.” She mindlessly played with his fingers. “You have actually. I found it strange then and I find it strange now.” He found quite a few things she said strange, and he absolutely adored it. “Hands are beautiful. They’re what separates us from the other animals. They are capable of such terrible acts, and the most graceful of movements. They can caress a face, hold a partner as you dance, stroke someone’s hair. I find them beautiful, especially yours.” Clara’s lips turned up into the best of a smile she could muster. “Would it hurt if I kissed you?” Michael quietly asked. “It’ll hurt in the best of ways.” She leaned towards him and let him gently press his lips to hers. She tasted like iron from all the blood, prompting Michael to pull away. He couldn’t stand the thought of causing her any more pain. “You know, it’s funny how we met because you gave me stitches, and now here you are looking like Frankensteins bride.” He lightly teased. “We’ve come full circle.” She chuckled. “Could I ask a favor of you?” Michael’s heart began to beat rapidly. “Of course.” Clara reached up and stroked his face. “Remember how I left you this morning to run an errand? Well I was kind of preparing to ask for this favor. Anyway…” He reached into his pocket and withdrew a small black box. “Would you do me a favor and marry me?” Michael opened the box to reveal the ring. “Michael…” She gasped. “Please Clara. You’re my partner in crime. You’re why I can do everything I can. I can’t lose you.” He couldn’t remember the last time he had been so nervous. “Partners in crime till death do us part? That doesn’t sound so bad.” Clara smirked. “Really? So that’s a yes?” Michael waited for a sure confirmation before allowing his heart to soar. “That’s a yes.” Clara laughed. “Holy shit!” He instinctively wrapped his arms around her. “I should mention I have a broken rib too.” She groaned. “Fuck, I’m so sorry, I just… Well honestly I’m a bit surprised. Commitment isn’t really either of our favorite things. I even went to Ada for advice on how to ask you cause I knew the conditions had to be just right. I had to make it all right so you’d say yes. I’ve somehow let myself become completely immersed in you. In everything about you. It’s stupid, but it’d really fuck me up if I lost you.” Michael felt ridiculous, like he was submitting himself to weakness, which he was. He was completely weak for her. “You’re the first person who could keep up with me, and probably the only person. That makes you absolutely irreplaceable. I’m not letting you get away from me.” Clara raised her hands up to hold the sides of his face, ensuring he was looking directly at her and focusing on her words. She needed him to truly understand how important he was to her.  “Thank God you and I found each other.” He smiled widely. “And by the way, I see what you mean about bruises being beautiful.” Michael whispered as he admired her face. “You know I hate genuine compliments.” she chuckled. “Get used to them Clara Gray. You’re going to get them until one of us dies.” Michael smirked.

THE END (This really isn’t the best I’m so sorry everyone at least it’s over now)

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#michael gray #peaky blinders #michael gray imagine #michael gray fic #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders fic #writing #oc #AWA

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How To Train Your Dragon

Drabbles (~AU’s, *Finished):

The Vikings Have Their Tea (ff.net | ao3)

Arranged marriage- Takes place at the beginning of HTTYD

Breathe- Survival of the fittest

~Childhood friends- At the Sandbox

Easy fix- In which Hiccup has a bad day

~Fashion designer- Astrid needs a fill in

Headache- In Which Hiccup hits his head….really hard

Heir- In which Hiccup is borrowed

Illness- In Which Stoick is a dad

~Illusionist- Trick gone wrong

~In the walls- In which there’s a poop ghost

~Knocking on the wrong door (2) - A chance encounter

messages- Astrid is Frustrated with Hiccup’s obliviousness

~To mirkwood- Hiccup is not a dwarf

~Monster falls- Hiccup and Astrid take a dip

Mute- In which there’s a quiet stranger

~Music video (ImgHS)- He didn’t expect it

~Over- Too many nightmares

~Partners in crime- A normal day at work

~Pirate- Astrid is the greatest treasure

~Prince- He doesn’t want to be a broken King

Hide and seek- Part 1

Lost and found- Part 2

Long fics:

*Infernal responsibility- Being the son of the chief takes brains, courage, and a lot of patience. But at his father’s the request for marriage, Hiccup decides he has had enough. When he seeks out a life of ease, he runs into more than what he bargained for.

*Roses and lilies- “Astrid, you and I both know you’re much tougher than I am. You’re more brave, and a better fighter…but just for a little while…could we pretend that I’m the one protecting you?” “Oh gods yes!”

*~What the water gave me- The sea is a wild and dangerous thing, something that cannot be foretold or predicted. Hiccup discovered this many years ago, in human naiveté. Yet, what was meant as a sacrifice became a new life, one like no one could comprehend. He now finds himself once more in the unknowing hands of those that sentenced him to death. He only prays things will be different this time. Merman!AU

*Parasite- Soulsnatcher Dragons are rare but deadly. But, As Hiccup finds out, it’s the eggs you have to watch out for.

*~320 state street- Gobber’s Goods. A Hardware Store that was rumored to have everything you needed. She thought she only needed a job. Turns out, she needed a lot more than that. (A Modern AU no one asked for)

*~The north tower- When Finn Hofferson died, Astrid inherited his castle in Wales…and a whole lot more. Something sinister lurks in the North Tower.

~Boy Toy- AO3- At the age of 21, Princess Astrid lawfully has to pick a husband. But when the perfect groom is nowhere to be found, she requests the toymaker to create one for her. It's safe to say that everyone in the kingdom is a little concerned. (Pinocchio!AU I guess?)

Trollhunters: Tales from Arcadia

Arcadia or bust- In Which Arcadia welcomes back it’s underground citizens...eventually!

Teen Titans

Oneshots:

~big brother- Don’t turn out the light (Horror)

dear jason- Bruce Writes a letter

forgotten- Starfire’s birthday

it was an accident- Someone has to take the blame

just drawing- Bruce thinks about Robin

piece of heaven- Robin just wants his mom

rockin’ robin- Robin regrets his name choice

the prisoner- Starfire is Guilty

this little light of mine- Starfire’s not having a good day

this is what we do- Average day in Jump city

wastelands- Stranded

of mustard and three foot purple tongues- A collection of Oneshots and Drabbles

Long Fics (*Finished):

*~carol of the bells- High in the dark Bell Tower of Notre Dame, there lives a mysterious bell ringer. Legend tells of the angel who fell from the sky, and the curse she bares. There are few who know her true identity though; her master, the priest, and the acrobat that performs on the streets below. Based loosely on ‘The Hunchback of Notre Dame’ RobxStar and slight BBxRae

*no escape- Three years ago, Starfire escaped an Alien race called the Gordanians, to arrive on Earth. They’re back, and ready to put Starfire back where she belongs, behind reinforced Titanium bars. Robin’s not about to let her go…if only he hadn’t got captured first. How does it feel to be the alien, Robin?

*now you know my pain- When the new Villain, Gender Bender, comes to down, the Titans find themselves in an odd situation. They’ve been turned into the opposite gender against their will! Now in order to change back, they must learn to understand the gender they’ve turned into. Rated T for obvious reasons. A great read if you’ve ever wondered why girls or guys do [blank].

*paint it black- Robin disappeared three months ago. Now, Jump City’s crime rate is mysteriously being taken care of by a normal, albeit strange, teenage boy who goes by the name Black. As the Titans befriend this lunatic, they begin to see a relation between him and their missing leader. Will they be able to find Robin, or will Black turn them all insane as himself? Actually, contains NO OC.

*saving grace- “When I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk upright or speak coherent sentences and all you’ll see is my mask and my voice repeating in your head…Weak. Richard Grayson, I am not tough, I am everything that you fear.” Happy Ending! Smudge of RobStar. NO Slash!

Miraculous Ladybug

tender words- When Marinette finally gets the guts to confess her feelings for Adrien, some things go so wrong, and other things go so right.

tunnels of love- Oneshot- The night started out with an accidental kiss from Adrien Agreste, and ended with her bleeding in the Catacombs of Paris. Ladybug, the wielder of the miraculous of good luck. Yeah right. (Some blood)

the reveal that wasn’t- first parts My ending to kittybug’s Tumblr Prompt

Kingdom Hearts

My Kingdom for a Heart ao3 | ff.net - The curse of being one of the Princesses of heart, is that there’s always someone out to get you. As Xemnas looked failure in the face, he reached out in a last ditch effort and destroyed Kairi’s heart. Now her friends must travel the worlds again. Sora, to find a way to recover Kairi’s heart, and Riku, to make amends to those he has wronged. All the while, the darkness grows.

Beauty and the Beast

behold the beast- A Oneshot alternate ending to the Animated Film

Cinderella

midnight- “When the clock strikes twelve, the spell will be broken,” the fairy godmother had warned. A retelling of the story, when Cinderella doesn’t escape the ball in time. Oneshot

so this is love- What if Jaq and Gus hadn’t made it in time to help Cinderella? A new twist on the ending of the classic Fairytale, and what lies beyond the story. She still gets her happy ending and her Prince, and her step family gets their just deserts.

Sleeping Beauty

a love song back to me- Maleficent saw the loophole that stared her in the face. Prince Phillip would break the curse in time, for sure. After all, he was betrothed to Aurora. So in an effort for her evil plan to stay in action, Maleficent takes care of the young prince herself. Phillip never imagined having to live off the land like the birds above. Alternate twist on the classic Disney tale.

Escaflowne

down feathers- Hitomi’s depressed. She’s been away from Van too long, he comes back to visit her…but what if something went wrong with the transfer? (Not finished. Never will be finished. Mwahaha) Circa 2012

angel’s wounds- Fanelia’s been victorious in their most recent battle with Basrum. Unfortunately, someone is wounded and just seeks solace in his love that lives so far away. Post Anime.

momma look sharp- With the war between Fanelia and Basrum finally coming to a close, the kingdom is celebrating. The young king, however, is suffering from an experience unlike any he had before. Van finally seeks solace in his wife.

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