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tacticaldiary · 10 months

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Unsteady

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

Little could throw Leon off, especially when he’s laser-focused on his objective, but the moment he hears that cry of pain all thoughts of acting rationally are out the window.

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He’s a steady man.

Everything Leon does is meaningful. The way he moves, striding with purpose, the way he talks, to the point, those remarks rolling off his tongue naturally, the steady motions of his fingers as he smoothly reloads his gun with one hand, tossing a grenade with the other.

Deployed to investigate an outbreak in the middle of the ruins of a city, Leon hadn’t liked being paired with her at first.

Love and duty didn’t mix after all.

“Watch your six.” She yells out, ducking to parry an incoming knife from the particularly agile species of zombies they found themselves in the middle of. Leon turns just in time to dodge a zombie lunging for his neck. A bullet through the head sends it down.

Together the both of them move as a deadly, well-oiled machine. Wordless communication glances that silently request support or warn, a punch there, a chamber of bullets lost here.

“There’s too many of them, we’re overpowered!” He calls out, holding his position.

“Retreat back to base for now!” She yells back, yanking her knife back out of a creature’s head with a sickening squelch. She scowls as the blade comes out half broken, tosses it aside, and extracts another one. “We’ll regroup and come up with any strategy. Charging forwards isn’t working-”

A creak cuts through the air, halting all conversation. Even the mangled corpses go quiet.

“Move!” She shouts and before Leon knows it, he’s shoved roughly away as an old oil tanker collapses mere inches from where he stood. The massive barrel explodes on contact with the ground, engulfing the world in flames, bright red and hot. She lets out a strangled yelp as it burns right through her shoulder and chars her skin. A surface burn but still stinging and painful.

“Are you alright?” Comes a yell from the other side of the wall of flames. “Shit, are you hurt?” He sounds...panicked? No, that wasn’t right. Leon Kennedy didn’t panic. He fought, thought, and charged his way through any problem.

“I’m fine!” She tries to find a way to him, but the wall of flames produces so much heat it makes her eyes burn from the smoke. Pulling the collar of her shirt to cover her mouth and nose, she gives up finding a path back to their original position.

She curses under her breath, “I’ll meet you there! Go back to base, I’ll find another way!” His protests come through, but she ignores his demands for her to stop and find another way. If she stayed she’d be charred to toast. The fire spreads onto the old creaky building, columns of flames mounting higher and hire. The creatures at least seem to have just as strong a dislike for the heat as she does because they’re nowhere to be seen.

“Go!” She yells one last time before taking off into the nearest alley, clutching her burning arm.

Getting separated was never ideal, but it couldn’t be helped. She knows he’ll be alright. Leon was anything but stupid. He was deadly, he’d be fine she tried to convince herself.

As she starts to think she might have gotten her bearings back, a crack sounds from above her. She whirls around, gun aimed to the ceiling of the wooden beams she’s passing under, thinking it’s a zombie.

It’s not.

The beam creaks under the weight of the fire eating away at it, and before she can dive out of the way, it cracks and falls straight into her, trapping her in rubble and splinters, pinned to the ground.

She screams, hot wood pressing against her skin as the fire around her seems to close it. “Fuck,” she gasps in a breath, trying to think. Prying the beams off of her does little but burn and embed splinters into her palms.

Shit, Leon. She had to meet Leon back at the base, had to let him know she was alright, had to know that he was alright.

After a couple of minutes of struggling, it dawns on her that she’s not going anywhere. Her lower half and left arm are trapped. There’s no way she can lift the beam on her own, not with her injured shoulder at least.

Was this it? She squeezes her eyes shut, chasing the thoughts away as she sweats and burns. Was this how she was going to go out? Smoke threatens to choke her, acrid and bitter in her throat, in her lungs.

She imagined she’d go down protecting someone, maybe even her boyfriend, or that she’d be torn apart by some sort of bioweapon, but no.

She’d burn and suffocate under a goddamn beam.

Feeling tears prick her eyes at the thought, her head feels too heavy to keep lifted, her forehead dropping to press against the dirty pavement below.

Leon...God, she hoped he wouldn’t blame her too much.

They’d just started to make a life together. Years of dancing around, subtle flirting, and lingering glances finally led to them dating a year ago. She loved him. She really did love him and now she was never going to see him again.

Two beady eyes glare at her from the far end of the alley.

Cold and dead.

A zombie staggers towards her, snarling unfazed by the fire around them. It stumbles and drags itself closer and closer.

A dry sob rips itself out of her throat, the heat unbearable, panic clawing at her. Breathing short and shallowly, she wishes she could reach for something to end her pain a little quicker, but she can’t reach any of her for any of her weapons.

Helplessness threatens to drag her under until her eyes catch on a sharp splinter of wood the size of her palm just within reach. With a shaking arm, she reaches towards it, crying out when her movements put more of the wood’s pressure on her. The splinter of about the size of her palm, is wickedly sharp.

Glancing up again is almost too much effort to handle in between her hacking coughs. It’s halfway down the alley already.

She’d rather kill herself than end up like them.

Trembling, she presses the sharp point of the wood right onto her jugular, swallowing nausea and hesitation.

She couldn’t let herself turn. What if she was the one who found Leon? What if she hurt him? No, she couldn’t bear it.

Another sob wracks her body as the living corpse staggers closer. Steeling herself, she closes her eyes and tries to think about anything else.

Don’t be too mad at me, Leon, she thinks to herself, before-

The sharp bang of a gunshot startles her, her hand jerking and digging painfully into her throat. Before she can blink away the blurriness in her eyes, her wrist is yanked away from her neck forcefully, the grip on it like iron as the wood is ripped out of her hands.

“Not yet, baby.” She could cry at the voice, low and determined. “You’re not done yet.”

“Le-Leon.” She coughs, “You won’t- the fire.“ A gasp rips out of her when he tries to tug her free. “Stop!” She cries out. “Can’t-you can’t. I’m stuck. Go before it’s too late.” Is all she manages to choke out.

The look Leon gives her is one that she might have laughed at if she were in the laughing mood.

“Like hell.” He says roughly, “We’re staying together.” She knows that tone of voice, the one that’s immovable and molded out of iron. Too tired to argue, she nods. He moves out of her field of vision behind her.

“I’m going to lift the beam.” He says calmly but quickly. “I need you to drag yourself out from under when I do. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

When she doesn’t respond, he calls out her name, repeating himself more urgently.

The most she can offer him is a weak nod. Her throat feels like it’s on fire.

Suddenly the crushing weight is gone, and all she wants to do is sob in relief and curl up right there and then, but Leon’s voice filters in and out of her mind. With the meagre remaining strength she has left, she claws her way out of the rubble, collapsing a bit away onto her stomach.

Leon doesn’t waste any time asking questions when he runs over to her and picks her up, ducking through a gap in the brick wall a couple of feet away.

“You’re going to be okay.” He says aloud, glancing down at her as he moves. Steady. Always so steady and calm. She takes comfort in it, but it’s only when she sinks farther into his grip that she notices.

The tremor in his hands.

The slight shake of his voice.

The poorly hidden panic in his eyes whenever he glances down at her.

He’s panicking. Leon Kennedy is panicking.

“Shit, don’t close your eyes.” He urges, squeezing her closer to his chest. “Stay awake. Stay awake for me, okay?” He talks, getting increasingly shaky when she can’t find the will to respond to any of it.

In and out of darkness she drifts. Every time she feels herself swim too deep, his voice always pulls her back, like an anchor she couldn’t lose even if she tried.

When she comes back to this time, clinging onto his voice to drag her back she finds they’re back in the bunker they’d chosen as their temporary base for the mission. She’s laying on her bedroll, Leon’s roll draped over her to keep her warm.

The man in question is wrapping her shoulder with a bandage. The numb coolness suggests he’s treated the worst of her burns

Trying to speak, nothing but a hoarse noise comes out.

“Don’t talk.” He instructs, immediately reaching for his canteen. Gently he props her up in his arms and brings the vessel to her lips, guiding her to drink. “That’s it, sweetheart.” He praises her as she drinks. “Slowly.”

Swallowing a few times, she tries again. “Are you...are we?”

“You’re alright.” He assures her. “I got you out in time.” Still, in his arms, he feels her physically relax at the assurance.

It’s not enough. Seeing her accept her demise, laying there half-trapped with a weapon to her jugular ready to end it all before his eyes...

He feels sick thinking about what would have happened if he’d been a mere second late. Seeing her slit her throat in front of him...he may have just pulled the trigger on himself there and then.

The thought washes over him, overwhelming. He can’t stop himself from clutching her tighter, drawing her into his chest and tucking his chin over her head. “Thought I lose you for a second.” He admits hoarsely.

“I...I thought I did too.” She whispers, feeling him draw his arms around her tighter. “Thank you.”

“I wasn’t going to leave you there.”

“How did you know?” She asks, shifting to meet his eyes, taking solace in the deep blue.

“I heard you scream.”

It had stopped him in his tracks, all thoughts of anything regarding his own safety and the mission dissipating with the single sound. The only thing on his mind was to find her, to help her, to make sure she was alive and that she never made such a sound ever again while he was alive.

“I’m glad I did, then.” It’s a weak joke that doesn’t pull a smile or a chuckle out of either of them.

“Scream or stay silent, I’ll always find you, sweetheart.” He mutters into her hair. The trembling in his body seems to have subsided now that they were out of the fire.

Her heart warms at his words, and even as their world is quite literally burning down outside their little safe haven, she finds that there wasn’t a place she’d rather be right now than in his arms like this, comfortable and safe.

“Rest. I’ll take watch.” He presses his lips to her forehead, lingering there for a couple of seconds.

Her last mumbled thanks barely makes it past her lips before she’s out cold, trusting him to keep her safe while she recovers.

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sunnyie-eve · 2 months

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1 | Triplets

Series: Unexpected

Paring: (Matt Sturniolo x OFC Brock!) (Chris Sturniolo x OFC Brock!)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: none

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Sam and Colby were now mostly known for their ghost hunting videos on YouTube. At times Colby would bring his younger sister, Dani, along since she was so interested into it. Like for this trip to Austin Texas to investigate the Driskill Hotel, she was tagging along with him and Sam.

"Dani, you seem very excited for this video." Sam says as they wait for the Sturniolo Triplets to show up.

"Do I?" She smiles a bit since she was excited to see Nick in person.

Her and Nick have been friends online for the past like two years and never have gotten the chance to meet up yet. So for this collab between them and the triples were their first time getting to see each other in person.

"Yes, you do. You excited to be here or you get to meet the triplets?" Sam gives her a look as Colby was busy.

"Sam, seriously?" She laughs.

"I'm playing with you." He gives her a hug.

After a while the Triples show up and everyone handshakes except Dani and Nick giving each other a hug. They all chat for a bit before starting to film.

"What's up guys it's Sam and Colby." Colby starts.

"Today we have..." Sam starts.

"Me!" Dani hops into frame.

"Yep, my sister." Colby smiles.

"But is it just me?" Dani says with a smile as well tilting her head.

"We have some very special guests today too. You have literally been asking us every single month to collab with theses people. The Sturniolo Triples!" Colby interduces them.

"Are you excited?" Dani asks them so they all agree, " Gonna be a good night."

"I hope to find triple ghost tonight." Chris says making everyone laugh.

"Scared at all or nervous?" Colby asks them, "Or just excited?"

"I'm scared." Chris answers honestly.

"Let's not front. I'm terrified." Nick says for himself.

"It's gonna be fine, Nick." She gives him a reassuring smile.

Dani was the type of person everyone felt safe and comfortable around, even if they knew each other, hardly did, or not at all.

"Better be,"

"I don't even go on rollercoasters. I don't do anything scary." Chris lets the other three know.

"Tonight will be a rollercoaster of emotions." Dani says causing him to laugh with her.

"I wanna do the Estes Method." Nick changes the topic.

"I remember you telling me that." Dani nods her head.

"You two have talked before this?" Matt asks looking at the two.

"We're friends. Benn talking to her for a year or more now. She's like one of my best friends. But this is our first time meeting face to face." Nick explains to his brothers.

"I had no idea." Colby looks at Dani.

She just looks at him knowing what he was thinking, "You've never asked."

"Our secret friendship is gone." Nick laughs.

"I can't believe this..." Matt says surprised. He thought Nick would have told him he was friends with Colby's younger sister.

"Who knew Nick could be so secretive? And not tell us." Chris adds.

"It's not that big of a secret." Nick rolls his eyes.

"Okay, what's your guys believably scale on this stuff?" Colby changes the subject back to the video.

"I'm like at a 9.5 honestly." Chris shocks Sam and Colby.

"I'm a 10 but I have no reason to be at a ten. Like nothing has happened to me to be like at a ten. But I'm at a ten." Nick says his.

"I'd say eight." Matt keeps his short before they walk around.

"Nick, loves guys with facial hair." Chris jokes as they al walk over to the big painting.

"Stop speaking forever." Nick points at him.

"He's not wrong, you do." Dani adds.

"So do you." Nick gives her a look.

"Hey, it depends if they can pull it off or not. If no, I'll shave it myself. And it works the same around. Some people with facial hair look weird with a clean face. Like grow it back, please." Dani goes on a little rant.

"Okay, now the whole world know how you feel. Also I need like a copy of this in my room." Nick talks about the painting and frame.

"Excuse me?" Colby asks looking at the camera causing everyone to laugh.

"The frame and everything. The frame is very ornate." Nick pleads his case.

"Whatever you say." Matt laughs.

"The frame id very ornate." Chris mocks Nick.

"It's a pretty frame." Dani says to have Nick's back.

"She gets it." Nick high-fives Dani.

"You two are going to kill me." Colby shakes his head at the two.

"Good." Dani pats his back making his eyes widen.

"This guy is gonna haunt us in our sleep." Sam tells the group as they all just stare at the painting.

"I can't wait to meet big Daddy D." Chris says.

"I wonder if he's just is like always around his picture frame, like he loves just being here." Nick keeps his eyes on the painting.

"So a ghost who loves looking at himself?" Dani looks away from it and Chris cracks up.

"Oh, I love the carpeted stairs." Nick says as the make their way up to the second floor.

"I hate them actually." Matt adds, "I feel like I'm gonna fall when I walk on carpet."

Dani was shocked by hearing him say that, "Like in general or only on the stairs?" She asks him.

"In general,"

"Huh, you're odd." She can't help but laugh at him.

"Dani, don't expect anything normal from Matt." Chris speaks up so Matt tells him to shut up.

The second floor only felt weird to Dani since it was so open, "They need to put more furniture up here."

"That's what I was thinking." Chris agrees with her.

"Any of you guys know how to play the piano?" Matt asks seeing one in the middle the the room.

"Do you?" Sam asks him.

"Dani knows one song. I'm jealous of her." Nick walks over to see if it's open for her to play.

"Wait, you can play the piano?" Colby asks not knowing that about her.

"As Nick said, one song."

"What song do you know?" Matt asks her.

"Fly me to the moon,"

"It's closed. I probably shouldn't open it." Nick gets upset, "I wanted to hear Dani play."

"Honestly, I'm happy. I'd be too nervous to play in front of you guys and a camera." She walks away from it.

"I'd love to walk into another room later and then just hear the piano playing." Chris touches the piano.

"Yes!" Dani agrees, loving the idea.

"That'd be fun."

"You two are crazy." Nick looks at them as they smile wanting it to happen badly, "Since knowing Dani, I never thought she'd get along with either Matt or Chris." He adds.

"Why?" Colby asks curious since he was protective of her.

"Just her vibes,"

"I never thought that..." Dani looks over at Matt and Chris. They both seemed funny and great from just their videos.

"Maybe just Matt." Chris decides to mess around with him.

"What?! What's wrong with me?" He asks him.

"Obviously something to them." Sam laughs.

"There's nothing wrong with him." Dani shakes her head with a little grin.

"You'll take that back getting to know him." Chris laughs while Matt glares at his brother.

"Topic change," Colby speaks up again, "Who's do you think is the most scared?"

"Yeah, who's scaredy-cat?" Dani asks.

Both Matt and Nick point at Chris and he points at himself agreeing as well, "At least you aren't embarrassed to admit it." Dani tells him before Nick explains they hate horror stuff.

He goes on to say he saw his first horror movie because he had to in a film studies class in school. That they've never done a haunted house ever, the three of them. And Matt adds that they bailed on an escape room because it was too scary.

"Why are you doing this?" Colby asks them.

"Welcome to the channel guys." Sam smiles.

"I'm surprised that we're present right now." Nick laughs, "But we're gonna do it."

"Yeah, it's gonna be awesome. There's only 90 ghosts that roam here every second." Colby tells the camera.

"I'm excited to meet them all." Nick says excitedly.

"I got like the cold sweats." Matt pays his pits, "I'm freezing but I'm sweating."

"You guys could easily do like a deodorant brand deal." Chris says fake putting in deodorant.

"People would literally buy it. No doubt." Dani leans on Colby's back wrapping her arms around him, "Make more money to spend on me to go on trips." She smiles so he pushes her away playfully.

#sam golbach #colby brock #sam and colby #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #oc #sibilings #matt sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo imagine #ff #fanifiction #fanfic #sturniolo fanfic #best friends #friends to lovers

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 8 months

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vampire spawn!tav x Astarion

rated: m (to be safe)

i love this game's lore

Despite everything you are still you.

These words are spoken every day to your mirror where there is no reflection, where you placed a drawing of yourself on it pretending it is your reflection.

Despite the red eyes, the fangs, and the claws: you are still you. You pray to Lathander, giving thanks for being able to see the sun and for a path to cure yourself of this infliction. Both vampirism and illithid. Every day as dawn rises and as dusk falls, you pray at your small altar next to your tent.

Lathander has been the only way you could remember the light of the sun, of mornings you took for granted and the warmth it felt on your skin.

"You're warm?"

And the Morning Lord blessed you.

Astarion touched you again, to feel your skin on his without you retreating. "No heartbeat yet,"

You lay under him still dizzy from him feeding on you. You over-drank and you offered your neck to him, it is the least you can do for him. Besides having sex, you are not so sure he is serious about that.

"How is that possible?" The more he touches your arms and presses the side of his head upon your chest trying to hear a heartbeat. "You should be cold as ice." There is a hiss at the end that goes over your head.

A sing-song voice clear with drowsiness, "Maybe he heard me." Sleepy, you hum then close your eyes. Astarion doesn't understand until it literally dawns on him, his eyes going to the small necklace you wear hidden under your armor most of the time.

I pray for us, Astarion. For longer days in the sun, for happy memories, to travel a path we can follow each other down.

He… Honestly, he didn't care, thought it foolish to pray to the Gods— He stopped praying long ago as Cazador every day had him endure the most horrendous torture. Mental and physical.

Where he lost and one could say hate the Gods, you still call to them seeking comfort. Comfort where there is none in this eternity damnation into darkness. You might as well pray to Shar if you must choose a deity to waste a breath on.

His hands leave your waist as you start to drift off, eyes closing, your body curling up encouraging him to stay with you.

You seek out his company, a companionship as kindred.

Astarion stares, weighing his options, then lays beside you; his hand holding you close as the radiance of your warmth draws him in. A warm body to fill those cold nights. Though he has yet to taste your flesh in an erotic way, though you seem to be interested in him, and though he has become a mentor and confidant…When he looks down upon the slumbering form of a fool who trusts him, Astarion has to wonder how long before you too become like him.

#reader insert #fanifiction #baldur's gate 3 #astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x you #astarion x reader #baldurs gate astarion #baldurs gate 3 fanfiction

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dylandotwhat · 22 days

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So far, he's the easiest for me to draw out of the trio. Not sure if it's because of my favoritism or if it's cause he LOOKS easy to draw.

#my art #tommyinnit #tommyinnit fanart #my fanfiction #fanfic #fanifiction #charlie slimecicle #slimecicle #ranboo #mcyt #the backrooms #video games

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fandom-eater67 · 3 months

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Me waiting for homophobes to come up with a better excuse than, "why can't they just be friends" because I can easily counter with, "bitch, you say this everytime you see a gay ship. Why can't they just be dating?"

Like, people turn down ships just because they are queer more than people can ship queer things now. I'm not sorry I want to see people like me on tv. And, when people say, "this queer agenda/media is being shoved down our throats"....WHERE?! SIGN ME UP, PLEASE CAUSE EVERY SLIGHTLY HOMOEROTIC SHOW I LIKE IS CANCELLED OR WRITERS DENY ANY HOMOEROTIC SUBTEXT THEN ADD LINES TO MAKE THE AUDIENCE FEEL LIKE SOMETHING WILL HAPPEN BETWEEN A QUEER SHIP JUST TO CALL US CRAZY AND SAY IT NEVER HAPPENED AND KEEP US WATCHING.

I'm sorry, but so many fandoms and shows I'm a part of don't seem to realize that people shipping your characters in a way you don't want them to isn't an excuse to bash the people who are supporting what you create. Thats why I so heavily appreciate shows like Good Omens. the main characters are in love. And people are allowed to ship. And make fanart. And write fanfiction. And the cast supports it. I am so grateful for this fandom cause it showed me that I'm not a freak for shipping something just because it is queer.

#gay media #good omens #good omens season 2 #michael sheen #david tennant #crowley good omens #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #fanifiction

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likuuo · 8 months

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<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/49402360">it’s always night</a> (1021 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/Likuuo">Likuuo</a> Chapters: 1/? Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Undertale">Undertale</a> Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Sans (Undertale)/Reader, Papyrus (Undertale)/Reader, Frisk & Sans (Undertale) Characters: Sans (Undertale), Papyrus (Undertale), horrortale - Character Additional Tags: A little, bit - Freeform, Fucked Up, Horror Sans - Freeform, sans is not cannon, horror pap is not cannon, reader is actually a, sefl insert, there are other, Poor girls Summary: Reader is doing occult stuff and ends up in a place where only monsters and demons live it’s a place called snowdin, or more like underground. Reader is facing a terrible karma of doing a ritual

#horrortale au #horror art #sans x self insert #sans undertale #sansxoc #undertale au #undertale fanart #sans oc #horrortale #horror #horror sans #fanart #fanifiction #sans x reader #horrortale papyrus #sugar #axe

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masonjarsmoments · 2 months

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Always rooting for the underdog

What happens when Hille is supporting his team during the Team event of the ski flying championships but the bib he is wearing is not his own ?

#i am still not 100% happy especially because the pace feels off #also still not finished completely but since it got so much longer than intended I will post it in two parts #ski jumping #fanifiction #moodboards #aesthetic

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eardefenders · 26 days

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Vibrating intensely because the @sandcobangevent signups open on Monday in the wee hours Pacific Daylight Time. I have pre scheduled the post to drop midnight my time.

I AM SO EXCITED.

#sherlock & co #sherlock and co #fanart #fanifiction #creative collaboration #big bang #mini bang #flash bang #art #writing

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neptunesenceladus · 11 months

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A Black Mass Over Highway Ninety Typeset

recently I typeset A Black Mass Over Highway Ninety by @greenvlvetcouch. I was originally going to wait for the epilogue to come out but due to popular demand have typeset it as is and will make a separate one to include the epilogue when it is done (and a typeset with just the epilogue on its own).

You can find the typeset in this google drive folder and more details about it below the keep reading line.

Firstly, a few things regarding this typeset:

Please do not use for-profit sites to print this fic. This generally applies to any fic I typeset (so if you do please don’t tell me), but is also specified by the author of this work in their notes on the fic. Instead you can bind it by hand or find a bookbinder who will do it for the cost of materials. I have a list of some resources for bookbinding in the typesets section on my page.

There is artwork from the fic inside this typeset so make sure you are printing in colour for the best quality.

there were also a ton of links embedded in the end notes so I’ve just turned those into shortened url’s and added them in brackets to their respective notes

I usually put the chapter summary just in the appendix but really liked the formatting for these ones so they’re also at the start of each chapter for this fic. I haven’t read this fic so hopefully that works well with the flow of the story.

There are four documents in the folder, all 6″x9″. There is the full fic as both a word document and a PDF, and the two other PDFs are Volume One and Volume Two. The full fic should be a fine length on its own but if you want is thinner volume one and two are for you.

The page counts (all multiples of 24) are:

Full Fic - 648 Pages

Volume One - 336 Pages

Volume Two - 336 Pages

Please let me know if there are any issues with the typesets! Enjoy.

#typesetting #my typesets #fanifiction #fanfic typeset #a black mass over highway ninety #typeset

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misty-doodles · 17 days

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Since y'all liked my previous Quackity art, I give you more along side a Quackity-centric angst fic below the cut.

Summery:

So yes, when he heard about Dream resurrecting Tommy in that prison, he absolutely jumped at the opportunity to pry it from that monster’s hand to save himself. Even if he hated the idea of Schlatt returning in full, it was a lot easier to keep him out of his home if he couldn’t just phase through walls. Of course, convincing Sam was easy, twisting it in such a way that made his goal seem necessary, that dream had to give up that book.

So what if Dream kept his stubborn mouth shut?

So what if Quackity started to lose that perfect business-man cool?

So what if he had to take more drastic measures to persuade those tight lips to loosen?

#quackity #fanifiction #fanart #dream smp #dream smp fanart #dream smp fanfiction #digital art #digital illustration #c!quackity #angst fic #listen i love him and ive taken a swan dive into the fandom #o7 #misty doodles #misty writes

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acutemushroom · 4 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hatchetfield Universe - Team StarKid Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Hannah Foster & Webby (Hatchetfield), Paul Matthews & Pokey | Pokotho Characters: Webby (Black Friday), Hannah Foster (Hatchetfield), Wiggly | Wiggog Y'rath, Wilbur Cross, Linda Monroe, Nibbly | Nibblenephim, Roman Murray, Pokey | Pokotho, Paul Matthews Additional Tags: The Lords in Black (Hatchetfield), Prophets, Creative Description, Character Study, Mostly Canon Compliant, no beta we die like the nerdy prudes Summary:

Being the prophet of a god is always brought up as that amazing thing. These people are born perfect, are paragon of moral perfection, had perfect life and always will.

Fools. Or maybe is it true for the rest of the world ? Either way, it isn't for the prophets of the eldritch deities inhabiting the Black and White, ruling over the people of the small town of Hatchetfield.

For them, serving their Lords is synonymous with fear, stress, pain, violence, destruction and death.

That is the sad truth of being a Lord's prophet.