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indigosabyss · 1 month

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Unexpected Baggage (Pt 2) — X-Men First Class & Ms. Marvel Fic

Erik sorted through the piles and piles of loose leaf evidence he had piled up over the years, trying to find some connection to the address the man from the bank had given him.

Strange girl with suspicious origins he was now responsible for aside, he was still planning on hunting down Shaw. In fact, knowing that he was doing the same thing to other kids made him all the more urgent.

Which meant he was going to have to arrange fake papers for Kamala, too, once he had an idea on who exactly he was searching for.

Speaking of Kamala, he craned his neck around to look at her sitting on the exact same seat she had taken upon entering the room. She was being strangely quiet.

"Everything okay?" He asked, trying to decide if that was a bad thing and if he really wanted the chatterbox back.

She grunted, eyes fixed on a strange plastic and metal device she was holding in her hands. It had a glowing screen on it, and music coming from some source, even though it was not nearly thick enough to contain a voice box.

"Are you okay just sitting in that chair for three hours?" He asked uncertainly.

"Mhm." She replied, jamming her hand on a button, "You told me to entertain myself, and I figured, might as well complete my X Pokedex while I'm stuck with no WiFi."

"... Pokedex?"

Her eyes snapped up like a shark that had smelled blood, "You don't have Pokemon here?"

"Uh..." He was beginning to regret asking. Yet his silence told her the truth.

Kamala inhaled sharply, grinning excitedly, "Oh, you're going to love this-"

He could be hunting down Shaw and his accomplices. It was disgusting that he had been walking free for more than a decade and yet the man was still breathing. Every minute wasted felt like a personal failure.

Yet, he spent an entire two hours being introduced to a video game(???) franchise about cutesy animal fighting rings, by a strange time-traveling girl. And it wasn't particularly fulfilling, but he couldn't find it in himself to consider that time wasted.

#erik has no idea how kids work tbh. it's worse when the kid is a timetraveler #i feel like he'd ask her if she likes chess since she mentions playing strategy games #and she goes. 'I'm a state champion in 5D Chess'#'in WHAT'#'yh 5D Chess. the one with time travel and multidimensional boards. it's the upgraded version'#'IT'S CHESS WHAT NEEDS TO BE UPGRADED'#'yk what's funny that's what my friend nakia said. but i turned out to be great at it so I'm not complaining'#kamala khan #ms marvel #erik lehnsherr #magneto #x men first class #fanfiction

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arleniansdoodles · 4 months

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From the extended version of my Sifu fic: MC and the Metal talisman sneak through the Tower as partners in crime XDD

I wanted to try practicing with some backgrounds for these, so I ended up using the arena levels as a base for the first two (and even then, it's still super sketchy loll backgrounds are tough T_T). The third painting's location is the forge from the game's main story!

#mc holds the portraits of the assassinated masters from jinfeng's conspiracy board #that'll be an interesting convo when/if she comes across jinfeng again loll #art #my art #fantasy #illustration #fanart #sifu #sifu game #sifu fanart #sloclap #kung fu #video games #video game fanart #video game characters #chinese seal script #fanfiction #my fanfiction

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bg-sparrow · 7 months

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doctober 2023 | day 11 Briefcase

xi.

“What’s going on, Pop?”

Erhardt guided Emmett and Marty out of the path of some late passengers on the crowded train platform. He handed his son a locked briefcase.

“Now that Kid is in jail, the Tannens will be coming after me. You must get this to Arnie Benedict in Chicago.”

“That’s Kid’s boss,” Marty said.

“He’ll just send more men after you,” Emmett said.

“Not if he finds out they are planning to overthrow him,” Erhardt said. “Theo Tannen, Kid’s father, is Benedict’s right hand. We can get every Tannen off the street if Benedict thinks he’s been betrayed.”

#back to the future #bttf #doctober 2023 #doctober #fanfic #fanfiction #drabble #mood board #bttf aesthetics #the man who traveled time #100 words #bttf doctober #bttf the game

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chic-beyond-the-wall-oc-acct · 4 months

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Abigail and Tyrion

#game of thrones #hotd #got #got oc #got ocs #game of thrones oc #hotd oc #game of thrones x reader #abigail lannister #got fanfiction #tyrion lannister #aesthetic #moodboard #aesthetic mood board #a song of ice and fire #valyrianscrolls

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idkanameatall · 14 days

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Thinking ab EP 27: long way down of taz grad again and godddds I wish they made the whole 'Argo being cursed thing' last longer bc I LOVED THAT SHIT SO MUCH

#the duck quacks #i loved it sm i wish it lastsd like 2-3 episodes. i know that probably wouldnt make sense in game to have it THAT long but it could be fun #or them actually ending up having to fight argo instead of just casting hold person. that could be so funnn augh #to the fanfiction writing board i guess!

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holylulusworld · 2 years

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Board Games

Written for @flamencodiva‘s Diva’s Writing Challenge 2. My prompt was: “Quick, hide behind the sofa!”

Square filled for @spnfluffbingo: Best friend’s brother

Summary: Dean and you try to have fun.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: language, boredom, board games, nakedness, strip poker, cocky Dean, (very) implied smut, a hint o fluff, mentions of injuries

Rating: Teen

Words: 1,7 k

2022 SPN FLUFF BINGO masterlist

“No, I’m not going to stay here for another week,” you whine as Sam tells you that you and Dean cannot leave the bunker for another week. “We are healthy again, look.” You lift your arm, huffing as Sam crosses his arms over his chest. “I’m fine.”

“Two weeks ago, you almost got your arm ripped out, young lady,” chuckling at Sam’s pissed expression you glance up at the tall hunter. “No more hunts for you and Dean before you are healed.”

“Sammy, I’m fine,” Dean grumbles from the other side of the infirmary. The hunter broke two fingers and three ribs during your last hunt. Now he’s itchy to get out of the bunker and kill…well, anything. He even considers chasing after the little bug crawling up the walls. “Let us out, Doctor Winchester.”

“I said no,” Sam retorts.

“Aw, you only want to go on that hunt with Eileen to get laid. Don’t you lie to us, Samuel keeping us hostage Winchester,” you point a finger at Sam.

“That’s not my middle name, Y/N,” the hunter smirks as he points at something he placed on your bed. “You’ve got snacks, board games, a TV, Netflix, and alcohol-free beverages. Have fun.”

“Pie!” Dean calls from the other end of the infirmary again. “Bring me some pie if you want me to stay here.” The hunter mutters under his breath. He feels much better. His ribs are barely bruised anymore and his fingers, well he’s got three more to kill monsters. “Sammy, pie.”

“I got pie too,” you chuckle as Sam walks out of the room to get a huge paper bag full of snacks that he tugged under his left arm while balancing a box with pie in his other hand. “There you go, Dean. Snacks, pie, games, and nice company.”

“I got two broken fingers and bruised ribs, man,” the hunter huffs, but moves slowly toward your bed. He doesn’t give away that his ribs still hurt and that he likes to have a few days off. It was a close call this time. The monster almost punctured his lung.

“You will stay here and won’t go out there to hunt things,” Sam insists. “I’ll lock you in if I must.” Dean considers his brother’s words while glancing at the food. “Choose. Food, games, and Y/N, or I’ll lock you in the dungeon.”

“This must be true brotherly love,” you greedily take the paper bag full of goods out of Sam’s hands. “Fine, I’ll stay for a few days longer, Sir.”

“Dean,” the younger brother searches Dean’s face while the hunter is busy snatching the pie out of Sam’s hands. “Pie it is then.”

“Dude, you cheated,” Dean points at the Sorry! board, frowning as you won the next round. “Admit it, sweetheart.”

“How do you cheat at Sorry!, Winchester?” you quip, smirking as you bump his pawn back to its color start area and take its space. “No one can cheat at that stupid game.”

“You just did!” he grunts, throwing his pawn to the ground while pouting like an angry child. “I don’t play with you ever again.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault you are bad at board games, Dean,” the hunter cocks his head to angrily glare at you. “Don’t give me that look, Winchester. You wanted to play that game.”

“I wanted to play poker,” while you stuff more popcorn into your mouth, Dean removes the board from your bed to place poker cards in the middle of your mattress. “See, we could try to make the game more interesting.”

“Interesting you say,” you glance at the cards, smirking. “I will get all of your money and the rest of your pie.”

“No, sweetheart. We will play strip poker,” he snickers as you glance at Dean. He’s wearing at least three layers and you are only in your shirt and bra. “I will steal all of your clothes tonight.”

“That’s unfair. You’ve got more clothes on Dean,” you complain loudly. “If we are doing this, you’ll raise me two-hundred bugs, Sir.”

“I want to see naked skin, not money,” damn him. Dean flashes you a smile, chuckling as you push against his shoulders. “I can give you one of my plaids, Y/N.”

“I won’t play strip poker with you. How about monopoly?” he shakes his head. “Come on, it will be fun, Dean. We can play poker next time.”

“How about strip monopoly? The first one having a hotel will see naked skin,” Dean flashes you a cocky grin and you roll your eyes. “This way, it’ll be even more fun.”

“No, we won’t take our clothes off. My last word.”

“I raise you fifty bugs, half of my pie and I’ll take one sock off right now,” he’s determined to see you naked, so, Dean will try anything to make you cave in.

“No.”

“Fifty-five bugs, half of my pie and I’ll take both socks off. My last offer,” you chuckle at his eagerness. “Don’t be a spoilsport. Play with me, sweetheart.”

“I will play strip poker with you if you agree to play monopoly with me first,” crossing your arms over your chest you grin at Dean. “Take it or leave it…”

Two hours later, ...

“That’s impossible,” Dean chuckles as you angrily throw the last money onto the mattress. “How could you win? HOW? You cheated, Winchester. I never lost at this game before.”

“What can I say? I’m damn good at monopoly,” he grins now. “See, we should’ve played strip poker. Now you are pissed as you lost against me.”

“Let’s play mousetrap,” you point at the next game, whining as Dean shakes his head. “Please, I wanna play some more.”

“We can still play strip poker, Y/N. Just give in,” he offers. “It will be fun.”

You moved your game night to the Dean cave, playing random games for hours until you finally agreed to play strip poker with Dean to make him shut up…

“Much better than mouse trap, huh?” Dean drops his last shirt to the ground, smirking as he sits in front of you in nothing but his boxer briefs. “One more win and you are in your birth suit, sweetheart.”

“You are naked too, Winchester. You’re not that good,” you complain loudly as you try to cover your chest with one arm while holding your cards in the other. “I still got my panties.”

“Not for much longer,” he snickers while stealing glances at you. “I’ll see your panties drop. Just give up.”

“You are bluffing,” you conclude. “I just know it.”

“I did not bluff, not a single time,” rolling your eyes you try to not give away that you are bluffing. “I’ll win this round and see you naked.”

“No, you won’t,” you sigh as Dean reveals his cards. “Damn, no!”

“Drop your panties, sweetheart. I got a royal flush. They are all mine,” he grins devilishly as you slowly get up, sighing. You turn around to shimmy out of your panties, kicking them toward Dean before covering your modesty with your hand.

“I wanna see all of you,” Dean gets up from his chair to stalk toward you, snickering as you struggle to cover your chest with your arm over your tits. “Don’t be a spoilsport. I’m dying to get a good look at your anti-possession tattoo on your ass.”

“No…I,” the door to the bunker slams close and you shriek as Sam calls your name. You called him a few hours ago to tell him you are going to burn his books if he doesn’t bring you pizza. “Shit, that’s Sammy. What do we do now?”

“Quick, hide behind the sofa!“ Dean whispers and you run toward the couch, squealing as he slaps your naked ass. “I knew it’s a perfect little ass.”

“DEAN! Y/N,” while you are hiding behind the sofa, begging Dean to give you your clothes back, Sam yells your names. “Here’s the pizza and more pie as promised. There was no hunt. It was a bear this time.”

“GREAT SAMMY!” Dean answers. “How about you take the night off and spend some quality time with Eileen.”

“It’s 4 am Dean,” Sam tuts. “Why are you still up?”

“Uh—Y/N and I played board games. Now she’s tired and we will go back to the infirmary and sleep a bit. Night, Sammy.”

“What about the pizza?”

“Put it in the fridge,” you answer Sam’s question. “We can eat it later. Night, Sammy.”

Five minutes later Sam walks into his room, wondering why you don't want to eat your pizza.

“Dean, give me my clothes,” you whisper.

“No, I won them, sweetheart. I’ll not give them back. Especially not your panties,” he snickers while you still hide behind the sofa. “If you promise to play with me some more, I’ll borrow you my plaid.”

“Fine, I promise to play with you some more,” he waves the fabric in front of your face, grinning. “You’re not nice. See, that’s why Sam is my best friend and not you.”

“Sammy doesn’t want to see you naked,” you groan deeply. “We both know you want me to see your cute ass again. Come out and let me have a look.”

“Fucking pervert…”

“That’s unfair!” you fall back onto the bed, groaning as Dean doesn’t want to stop playing board games. “You can’t win this round. It’s impossible.”

“Dean, I’m tired. Let’s call it a day,” rolling to your side you close your eyes. You don’t want to play another round of Scrabble. “I’ll play with you some more tomorrow.”

“Promised?” he removes the game pieces from your bed. “What do we want to play tomorrow?”

“Dean, stop talking. If you want to play a game, play the silent game,” while you try to find some sleep, Dean sits on the bed next to you. “What are you doing?”

“Do we want to go to my room and play one last game? How about I cuddle you and we decide if we play hide the salami next time,” you start giggling as he lies behind you to wrap his arms around your middle. “Is that a yes?”

“If you shut up now, I’ll let you hide the salami when you are healthy again,” Dean eagerly snuggles in your side.

“I knew you love me.”

“Shut up, Winchester,” you are too tired to argue.

“It’s always the best friend’s brother the girls go after. I’m one lucky bastard…so lucky…”

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#Board Games #Diva’s Writing Challenge #dean winchester #spnfluffbingo #dean winchester x you #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #dean x you

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destroyerofnations92 · 2 months

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deyaviews · 11 months

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With Twitter getting worse and worse and Reddit’s API debacle now, I’m gonna be on Tumblr a lot more now!

I’m a little sad to lose them, as Twitter’s ease of use and block/curation features used to be the best on social media, and Reddit has so much information even on niche things (it’s like having all old forums in one place with one account!), but I want to stay connected to people.

That said, I don’t have many friends or followers on Tumblr yet, so if you like fantasy, scifi, books, writing, game design, video games, board games, tabletop RPGs or Dutch stuff, come along with me!

#reddit #twitter #tumblr #writeblr #booklr #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #archive of our own #dutch #fanfic.net #wattpad #board games #tabletop rpg #video games #game design #fantasy #science fiction

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tonks-21 · 10 months

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I've been summoned by @catiuskaa to do this

post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous they are. let people send you an ask with any titles most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

So... I have a lot of ideas per day, okay? But I take the ones that I really want to do between them; and then I develop only a few ones out of the mentioned... Conclusion: I'm a mess, but a really successful mess.

And personally I think this is good for catching up and remembering things that you may have forgotten, but are actually good ideas.

Spoiler alert: maybe I'm not doing all of them, they are just as @catiuskaa's ones: drafts, things put on hold that I don't know if they will come to fruition in the end.

SO, to the point: I have this things going on

Annie Leonhart x !fem reader boxing AU - if it's not my biggest project to date (launched) it's definitely one of them. I don't really have a title for it, but i'm already writing it. It's one of this ones that are like 7k words or so. But it will be worth it, I promise. Plus it's so entertaining researching about boxing and stuff.

La Casa de Papel / Money Heist hcs - i'm planning to do some ones. Fluff stuff basically. I don't even know if this will do here, at Tumblr, but I'm gonna try (and if not, I'll just publish it in spanish in wattpad 😐) By the way, Requests open for this one

Moving in with Larissa Weems hcs - more Larissa relationship hcs guys :D fluff x2 and some nsfw too

"Stop making me wanna kiss you" Eddie Munson (Stranger Things) - I literally just have this phase and the character

Levi Ackerman AU Soulmates - I didn't even decide what specific type of soulmates au lmao

"You are going to do great" Emma Watson - cute fic, just that, a cute tiny fic :)

Tagging: okay listen me here. I don't know personally people here, so I'll just put my mutuals (that for some reason which I don't understand, follow me back haha) luv u

@rei-zy , @cantdothis-nomore

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slivensays · 10 months

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🗣 + 📄

So, if I'm reading this right: Talk about your favourite WIP + What’s a WIP you never finished that you would like to go back and revisit?

Oh, this is just right up my alley.

So.

Ok.

My fav WIP right now is my current fanfic “Finding new words”, which ties right into the only fanfic (to date) that I never finished. Which I have been given (or taken) the opportunity to go back to, and which, by the general layout of storyline, I will finish this time around.

Right. So, starting the wrong way around, the WIP I never finished was “Lost dreams of Rohan”, a story in which I meant to dive into the past of Gríma Wormtongue to try to figure out why he became a man ready to betray his country and what his motivation was. I had a plan for a linear story, starting in childhood and leading up to a pompous, yet yearning sort of character that would evolve into the Wormtongue best known to the general audience.

I think I meant for the story to be somehow connected to dream sequences, as I wrote the first chapter as a kind of summary; Gríma recounting the people in his life to ever have had dreams (or hopes) for him;

“Coming back to my homeland after many years, finding it smaller, smellier, the wind more cold, the plains much less impressive… in my memory, it was never so. I nursed a dream then, of change and of glory. But dreams can be dangerous. Dreams deceive us. And, in the end, so few things manage to live up to our dreams.

I should know. I, who hardly ever lived up to anyone’s dreams. And there were those who held dreams and hopes for me, once. You may not believe it, but there were. As the first, and only son, there was a father’s dream. It spoke of legacy, of bravery and glory. Perhaps it was the hardest dream to live up to.

No, I tell a lie. There was a mother’s dream for me, it sang a soft song of affection, of a life full of love and acceptance. There were eyes resting on me once, asking nothing of me. And then those eyes were gone, forever closed, and the world asked everything of me, and I crumpled. This was the hardest dream to live up to.”

Ah. In fanfiction, writing in first person is a bit of a turn off for a lot of people. Dunno why. Anyway. One of the weaknesses in this storyline is that there is no conflict. Which may or may not be the reason I couldn’t finish it back when I started it, nor find the motivation to revisit it.

But.

But by the time I wrote “Lost dreams”, I had recently finished another fic (“Seeking Knowledge”) which I had left hanging because of life and stuff and what have ya (it has its strengths and weaknesses, but I’m proud to have finished it).

And I had written a fic for the Gríma/Éomer niche of the fandom (The King’s Mercy), which was in fact initiated as an iteration of the “Gríma lives”-branch of the fandom that I had found by then.

So. On to question no. 1: my favourite WIP: “Finding new words”

Gee. What to say. I’ve taken some of the premise of “Lost dreams” and reworked them into a “King’s mercy” storyline, and I think it’s working just fine.

It’s (selective parts of) Gríma’s childhood and youth. About what shaped him. About that vulnerability that Brad Dourif managed to bring to the character, and where it came from.

I had the urge to write a short piece as a sequel of “King’s mercy” and was asked about a detail in Gríma’s past. And there it was, as though “Lost dreams”, was urging to me; this. This is it. This is how it begins. And it was.

…I just needed to follow all the red flags down the road from there, honestly.

I’ve had a real blast with the world building for this fic, though. I’ve developed a bit of a mania for Viking/Medieval board- or dice-games, so… feel free to add interesting links to such, if it so pleases you.

… If there is a discord for ancient board games, say hi!

Edited to say thanks for the ask! :D

#grima wormtongue #fandom #brad dourif #lotr #eomer #ttt #board games #fanfiction #my stuff #ask games

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