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thlayli-ra · 4 months
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Drawing Scenes from my Fanfictions, from The Perfect Bait
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'Punk didn’t believe in God, but even he had to admit, his thoughts right now were sounding a lot like a prayer.'
(This is a re-draw of an old picture - see the original below)
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acerunaway · 1 year
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only one bed trope
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capnhanbers · 2 months
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for all the tension this was a pretty tender chapter so uhhh this is unlike the story it was written to be / i was riding its back when it used to ride me
(scenes from chapter 140)
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ohitslen · 1 year
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Wolfwood from this beautiful fic by @flowercitti 💖🌸✨
Because him having moles did something to me so I just had to, and his hair also. He’s just. He’s so. When. Yeah.
Please have a look around their other works, they are all amazing! They’re all just chefs kiss 😩💖
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tomboxed · 3 months
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training
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spanishinfluenza · 2 months
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The knife shakes. The air throbs with the blood.
"God, help me."
A Rope In Hand
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lovedbee · 1 year
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funny banana pose. @foxgloveblue
read pale in a liminal moon on AO3!
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vivilingriphyn · 3 months
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The Sham | Ch■■
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Jay was backed into a corner, few of the many criminals they were facing had isolated him and likely his fellow ninja as well, with no possible way to ask for backup nor any routes to escape.
The underling hanging from Jay's hand dropped to the ground unconscious as he let go of his grip, Just like those that came before they ended up here, Jay’s foes pause as they take cautious strides forward.
The one leading the underlings steps forward, his mask was off unlike the rest who hid their identities under their hooded masks, it was clear from his expression and the way he held himself, the extent of his loyalty to his cause.
His eyes shifted at his wounded comrade on the ground, then looked back up at Jay. “Jay Walker.” The man began, his amber eyes glared at Jay.
Anger was obvious in his expression, but what could have led that anger to surface? The conviction to his cause and to end his enemy that have been a roadblock to achieving such goals. Or perhaps… concern…. Concern for his fallen comrades, or thinking of the possibility of how many more will fall if they continue to prolong this battle?
“That's Impossible”
“You're in no condition to continue fighting, surrender now.”
The man said sternly. Standing tall in front of the wounded and worn out Ninja, yet he doesn't seem to boast nor mock Jay. The firmness in his words yet the slight plea to end this struggle.
“Ninja never quit.” The words came out like a broken record. Triggering for the man to look back at Jay sharply just as the man snaps. “Just give it up already! Do you even think that we want to fight? Most casualties would've been avoided entirely if it weren't for you Ninja intervening! We didn't want to fight! But you leave us no choice.”
The man said as his hand quickly raised that held his gun. A firm conviction in his eyes as if he had made his decision. “You know, even if you Ninja succeed. I'll make sure to bring at least one of their pillars down, for bringing everything we've worked so hard for to crumble.”
The barrel points towards Jay, the man’s finger tightly holding the trigger, yet his aim wasn't stable, his conviction was firm, the man was sure of it. Yet… why is his hand quivering? Was this what it felt like to hold one's life in your hands? How could anyone ever…
This brings back memories.
“I’ll make sure to show you what it felt like for them to die alone.”
The man eyed the Ninja coldly, hiding himself behind an apathetic mask, his underlings stiffened and on edge as they held their own weapons firmly. The air was heavy with the man’s declaration being met with silence.
Then came a bitter laugh.
Jay’s shoulders shook as he cackled. It sounded broken and mad. Like a string was snapped as the Ninja slowly moved to hold himself up once more from his hunched position, with his head still facing down.
His curls fall to cover his face, making it impossible to see his expression other than the strained smile on his lips.
“Oh, if only…” Jay said as he stood back up, with his words laced with animosity.
“What?” the man’s anger boiled at the Ninja’s response.
“How unfortunate.“ Jay sighed, sounding almost disappointed, his eyes shifting back to the man, his gaze darkened as the air shifted. His body moved to face the man and his underlings despite how worn out and bruised he was, like a broken marionette still forced to play and perform. It would’ve been admirable if it weren't for the pain and desperation in the Ninja’s eyes.
Rather than a soldier ready to fight once more with rekindled spirit… the man saw a broken captive wanting release from its prison even if that release meant death.
“You don't know just how much I'd kill for that…”
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puppyeared · 2 years
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sworn rivals 😳
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homosexual-newsboy · 4 months
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WHICH CHAPTER DO THEY GET TOGETHER IN IN THE DESPERATE TYPE SOMEONE HELP
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roitaminnah · 1 year
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in my fanfiction era and by that I mean mostly reading I've read at least 70% of all 200 buttsoup fics on ao3.. but 2day we are drawing scenes from fanfiction because this ppkm first kiss scene from the fic 'Maybe I'm Not All You Thought' has had an iron grip on me for the past 5 days
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thlayli-ra · 6 months
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Happy birthday Punk!
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(This is a double celebration as Valets of WWE now has over 3k hits. Thank you all so much!!! ❤️❤️❤️)
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patsdrabbles · 11 months
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Reaching Out
Title: Reaching Out Fandom: Discworld Rating: Gen Word Count: 721 Summary: His outstretched hand was met with another slow blink, then a groan. A/N: By this year’s 25th of May, I have finally read Night Watch, so have a fic for a little post-battle headcanon I have of Vetinari and Vimes meeting for the first time. <3 This goes along with a sketch I made for it, which you can find here. ❤
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One of the late Sergeant Keel's men was still lying at the far end of the street, folded up in a way that suggested that someone had given him a right smack to his forehead knocked him out cold. Havelock glanced at him briefly and paused when he saw the young man stir.
Putting his blades back carefully, he walked over. The lilac he had held between his teeth until now – now somewhat limp and stained with some blood splatters – he took into his hand. As he walked down the street, he wondered if Madam already knew. She probably did, having had her finger on the pulse of the city ever since she had moved to Ankh-Morpork.
He considered what had happened. He had failed.
This was a new (and entirely unpleasant) experience for Havelock. He decided then that the only way forward was by moving on (and learning from the mistakes that had been made that day).
As he arrived at the other end of the street, he saw that he had been right- there was quite a big red bruise on the young man's forehead. One of Ms. Goodbody’s finest, Havelock added in thought as he looked at him. The Watch didn't use them, although he was sure it was only a matter of time for them to catch on.
No, this was the weapon of a man surprised, who had to act quick. The Unmentionables had been the chasers at first, they were not surprised- until Keel charged, at last.
Now, Keel, however?
The man had been somewhat of a riddle to Havelock, who usually took pride in being quick and accurate at reading people. But if there was something that had been clear as day even so, it was that he had been fiercely protective of his men.
Keel, he might have wanted that kid out of the way, out of harm's way.
A groan made Havelock lean back and straighten his already straightened back ever so slightly.
“Where-”
A confused blink.
“Am I- ?“
“You are quite alive, Lance-Constable. The same can't be said of everyone else... unfortunately.”
His outstretched hand was met with another slow blink, then a groan. A hand came to the other man's forehead.
“Gods, this hurts.”
But just as Havelock started to feel a stirring of impatience, the other hand reached out and held onto his, allowed him pull the short, lanky man to his sandaled feet.
A startle went through the Lance-Constable, even as he was still swaying and trying to keep his footing.
“You- you're an-”
“I'm here inofficially.”
The other man's gaze suddenly dropped as he spotted a hint of purple at the assassin's side.
The lilac.
Havelock was holding onto it more tightly than was wise. Some petals had started to fall off already. He had noticed, of course, but felt unable to unclench his hand right then. He would deal with this later.
“You should go join your comrades, Lance-Constable.”
He turned to go; Madame was surely waiting already. And here he was talking to an easily blindsided young watchman, who really way lucky to have survived this day. Why did Keel save this kid?
He took another step when- “Wait! What- what is your name?”
The man surely must've realized how incredibly stupid it was to ask that, given only assassins out to get you would possibly give you their name in advance, like a business card you didn't even ask for in the first place.
And yet, seeing both fear and determination written clearly all over his face, Havelock made a decision.
“Havelock Vetinari.”
The kid barely hesitated before pointing to himself. “Sam Vimes.”
“Pleasure, I'm certain,” Vetinari said. His gaze rested on Sam Vimes for a moment before it briefly flicked up to the rooftops, considering the what path to take. Quite some time had passed already since Madame had sent him to save Keel. It really was time to report back to her.
“I’m afraid I have to leave now, so do not let me detain you.”
Sam looked like he had many more questions he wanted to ask, but a spell of dizziness made him see stars for a moment. By the time his sight returned, the young assassin was already disappearing between two houses, making a beeline for the rooftops.
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tesserat · 1 year
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Because I finally have a design for Peter Parker that I’m sticking too, I made a version of him based on @mysterycyclone​ ‘s fanfiction “Dark Matter”.
If you haven’t read it yet, please go ahead and do it. Especially if you love Marvel and DC and even more especially if you love Peter Parker, the Batfam, a decent helping of whump, and superb storytelling.
Heck, you don’t even need to know the Batfam by heart, mysterycyclone does an excellent job at introducing them to both old and new fans alike!
The action scenes get you holding your breath without realising it, thus turning you into a fanfic protagonist cliche. There are really sweet scenes I melted at reading, and it definitely inspired me to get off my ass and write my own Peter Goes to Gotham AU like I’ve dreamed of. I’ve only done the start of an outline so far, but I wouldn’t have written a word if it weren’t for this fanfiction.
And to the incredible writer, if you’re reading this, thank you so much for sharing this story online, where my hungry eyes can consume it like a bowl of freshly made veggie spaghetti.
Spoilers below for one of my favourite parts of the fanfic.
Bonus Highlight of the fanfic - the chapter where Loki pretends to be Tony Stark. Most of the time I was just groaning, facepalming or saying (out loud in the quietness of my room) “Loki you little shit”.
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lioriel · 10 months
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Unwitting Disaster
A Sisters Grimm (Michael Buckley) Fanfic
Canon Compliant - Takes place in the 2 month gap between Books 4 & 5
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Summary:
If he had known just how much of a pain it would be when the old lady asked him to babysit Grimm... Puck never would have agreed.
Sure, at first it was kind of fun. Murdered teachers. Dodgeball. Giant Mice. Evil plans to blow up the school. All good things. Even tied up in spider silk in the secret underground cave, the boy fairy had found ways to enjoy himself.
No. No, the moment Puck realized he had gone too far – fallen too deep into this bodyguard experience – when the trouble officially wasn't worth it anymore – was when he woke up from a magical coma only to find Sabrina Grimm laying in a puddle of poison.
The moment that he realized that he’d messed up.
Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45630946/chapters/114822664
FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14209381/1/Unwitting-Disaster
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anthonycfell · 4 months
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Not smut but the fic it's based on is soo..
i mean, It's only dancing, what's the worst that can happen?
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