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six sentence sunday!!

I have finally been enabled into writing this fic 🥲💔🥺️

under the cut because of 🌶 sandwiches🌶

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Snippet from a Hiccstrid fic that I'm going to start posting soon. Based on an RttE AU in which Hiccstrid has Zephyr earlier in life. (I think from @revive-the-fandom ?)

Astrid freezes in place, her gut growing cold at the word “baby.” “A… baby?” She asks them to repeat themselves, slowly turning to face them. “Uh yeah, that’s what I just said,” Ruffnut seems none too pleased that she had to repeat such joyous news. As if it’s that hard to believe that a family as extensive as theirs could have another on the way. “A baby,” Astrid nods, shock on her voice. “A baby.” “Ah, Astrid? Are you okay?” Hiccup asks. They can all see that she’s acting strange and quite out of nowhere. Instead of answering, she storms out of the club house, leaving everyone else behind as she searches for the comfort of her hut.

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blegh bleghheh 

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TOOTHLESS in HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON (2010) Dir. Dean DeBlois & Chris Sanders

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Some frog wizard magic ✨

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Au where Rapunzel cuts her hair as a child ✂️

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Rewatching FMAB and I’m so used to the bloopers I forget that Al does not in fact say “FUCK YEAH!!” In response to Grandma’s stew.

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callum has never done anything wrong in his life actually. mr "loves his friends too much" should be allowed to love his friends too much always

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all i need is 1 (one) good rayllum hug-twirl. i'll be good after that i swear

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making progress with ch10 and

current word count: 2.k3k expected word count: 8-9k

snippet:

Callum tucked his sun ruby away in his pocket, exhaling now that it’d done its job. He put his hands on his hips and then glanced over at Rayla, thinking of the first time they’d stood beneath the Storm Spire together, with Ezran, shadowpaw, and Zym in tow. He smiled more easily now in spite of the frigid conditions.  “Tip-top this time, too?” he asked, pleased when she snorted. “Looks like.” She stepped back to glance around it, craning her neck. “Do you think there’s a way to activate something, or—?” “Maybe?” He jostled his shoulders. “I could just fly us up.” “You could,” she acknowledged with a fond eye roll, “but we want to make sure there’s somewhere to land once we get all the way up there. Magic can be tricky sometimes. There might not be a platform to land on without the right spell, or at least not one we can recognize because of illusions, or something.”  “I guess.” He surveyed it, sticking his tongue in his cheek rather than out between his lips because of the cold. Then he noticed Rayla trying not to laugh at him. “What?” “Just a familiar face,” she said. “The I’m-trying-to-think-of-a-dumb-idea face.” “You might change your tune when it gets us up there.” And she might’ve—if two figures hadn’t dropped down from the dark sky out of nowhere. Rayla whipped out a blade as her and Callum leapt back, putting distance between them and the stem of the Starscraper. 

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dungeon meshi but they try to solve problems the dnd way (marcille is shooting her shot)

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A match made among the stars

Keep reading

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I don’t know which author needs to hear this right now but even if you never update your wip i would never regret reading it a time of joy is never wasted

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"People mostly write and read very character driven, specific ship focused fic, because what most people want out of fanfiction is to focus on the romance between characters they're not getting in canon so they can soak in the vibes."

Yes, absolutely. And thank hell for all the authors who write character-driven, ship focused fic for us to soak in the vibes to.

But also…

thank hell for all the authors who write angst, whump, and hurt no comfort, for us to luxuriate in blorbo's hurt and pain and cry or cackle.

thank hell for all the authors who write cheating, love triangles and affairs for us to consume large quantities of popcorn to and yell 'oh no, they didn't'.

thank hell for all the authors who write case fic, mission fic, and intricate, plot-driven stories to replicate the feel of canon, when canon has stopped or gone wrong.

thank hell for all the authors who write 'fix it' fics when canon has betrayed us with bad vibes, plot holes and deaths.

thank hell for all the authors who write poly ships when what we need is just for everyone to get along and screw instead of screw up.

thank hell for all the authors who write gen fic when we're not interested in romance.

thank hell for all the authors in fandom, and all the wonderful, different kinds of fanfiction they write for us.

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The wind whips past Robyn even faster as she plummets towards the ground, stealing the breath straight from her throat.

She barely has time to register what she’s done—

—when something—someone—slams into her from behind and strong hands grasp under her arms, yanking her out of free fall.

“Well, there goes my streak of not getting caught by the cops,” Robyn blurts, followed by a half second of panic that Winter might just drop her.

The ground is much closer, now, and somewhere behind and above them the Nevermore screams its displeasure.

Right.

Priorities.