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myth-blossom · 1 month

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Celebrating Hitman Fanworks

Since I missed International Fanworks Day, I’m posting about it now 😁

The Hitman fandom is comprised of so many amazingly talented people. Their passion in celebrating the Hitman series goes to incredibly creative lengths, including (but certainly not limited to) animations, let’s plays, GIFs, screenshots, fanfiction, fanart, playlists, crafts, and more. I wanted to make a post recognizing many of these wonderful people and link some of my favorite fanworks of theirs through the years. (Please note: Tumblr kept breaking with so many links, so I had to paste some fanart links as plain text!)

And I know there are more awesome people out there still for me and others to discover—comment/reblog and let us know who they are! ❤️

Videos

@cartoonishly (Cartoonishly Animations) - Hitman 3: The Masterful Mendoza SASO

@outsidexboxofficial (outsidexbox: Let’s Plays) - Hitman 3: Lust Escalation

bigmooney06: Let’s Plays - Hitman 3 is changing in a BIG way

The Stupendium: Music - The Apex - Hitman 3 Rap feat. NemRaps!

@issytheamateurnerd - “All of us on Tumblr be like”

GIFs

@dianaburnwood: Absolution was peak storytelling

@tobiasrieper: HITMAN locations: Chongqing, China

@itspapillonnoir: Sapienza

@cajunandfire: Hitman Characters: Diana Burnwood

@arthur-edwards: Hitman 3

Screenshots

@lucas-grey: Diana in Mendoza

@tvfreak56: We’ll always have Paris

@diana-fortyseven: Lust DLC

@a-gromova: Brick by brick

Fanart

@darkyu-yj: Diana/47

@cabbi3: Diana/47

@apricotbones: Hitman Paperback

@ellenchain: Vacation Time

@evilhellcrow: Diana/47

@magentasteam: Lucas Grey

@glass-of-malbec: “Hold me. I’m the monster that you’ve carved out of stone.”

@theserlingbucket: You’ve given me too much to feel.

@rieper-for-hire: New Contract Available

@lone-pylon: Mendoza doodles

@hndcrm: “summer’s kiss to electric wire” fanart

@cartoonishly: “He is a polite one, isn’t he?”

@excellentwork47: Is it the season of lust yet?

@grumpynora: Musée du Louvre WIP

@tsuyuus: Agent and Handler

@spookiiwookii: Yearly redraw time :3

@naho-natsumaki: Diana/47

@qpneuma: mendoza dianas https://www.tumblr.com/qpneuma/707446302762483712/mendoza-dianas

@a-gromova: “One last tango, 47" (https://www.tumblr.com/a-gromova/641313052416000001/one-last-tango-47)

@krazyyy: 47 and Diana just need to hug, plz IO. (https://www.tumblr.com/krazyyy/632341649653153792/47-and-diana-just-need-to-hug-plz-io)

@nihilnovisubsole: we know who the real power player is in this series (https://www.tumblr.com/nihilnovisubsole/90643653125/we-know-who-the-real-power-player-is-in-this)

@krn-art: Diana/47 (https://www.tumblr.com/krn-art/642321124290674688/hitman-fanart-coming-through-one-side-move-it)

@vodissey: “Madame Diana” (https://www.tumblr.com/vodissey/643885298271600640/madame-diana-her-appereance-in-hitman-3-directly)

@fassbender-mcavoyobsessed: Blueberry Muffins fanart (https://www.tumblr.com/fassbender-mcavoyobsessed/691517386799611904/ive-been-very-uninspired-lately-but-i-recently)

@diana-fortyseven: They Would Always Have Mendoza (https://www.tumblr.com/diana-fortyseven/722847902962155520/they-would-always-have-mendoza-deviantart)

Fanfiction

@cicaklah: cicak - another day down here in paradise (explicit)

@diana-fortyseven: Diana47 - Little Red Riding Hood (explicit)

@cajunandfire: Spicyfuego - A Private Show (teen and up)

@peridotglimmer: SugarsweetRomantic - Box Dye (teen and up)

@postalninja: Postal_Ninja - Coming Home (general audiences)

@skylightpirate: New1Romantic - Does Your Husband Know The Way The Sunshine Gleams From Your Wedding Band? (explicit)

@issytheamateurnerd: Nerding_Amateurly - I could never be ready (teen and up)

@air-tuna-art: air-tuna-art - Daises on your night stand (teen and up)

@greengoldfish: greengoldfish - Ordinary Days (explicit)

@r-kaye: R-Kaye - y2k (teen and up)

TheAntiHero - Condo 1202 (explicit)

@nihilnovisubsole: akfedeau - Death and Orchids (mature)

Crafts

@arthur-edwards: Fan-furniture

@urarakawarabi: Diana/47 Plushies

Please be sure to check them out and show them some love! ❤️

#Hitman Fanworks #Hitman Fandom #Fandom Appreciation #Hitman #Hitman Fanart #Hitman GIFS #Hitman Screenshots

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crazedear · 1 month

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No one asked for this…but I can sense my desperate brothers and sisters through the screen and have decided to quench their thirst through…

STATICRADIO FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

Ever since I’ve finished watching Hazbin Hotel, I’ve been absolutely obsessed with these two and their dynamic, as a result, I have been researching and stocking up on good (dare I say exquisite) fanfictions about these two psychopaths…so why not share my library with people who want it (ik there are some out there 🫵)

Also some things I need to mention:

Most of the fics recommended are gonna be very Vox and Alastor centered (Ofcourse with background and/or side pairs)

This list is not in any particular order and is also based on what I find good and satisfies my personal preferences when it comes to these two, so some of these may not be to your liking, but I still hope you can find at least one that you can enjoy!

all fanfics mentioned are sourced from Ao3

Most are either incomplete, ongoing, or just haven’t updated in a long time, BUT THEYR ARE STILL SO GOOD AND WORTH READING 🙏

OKAY THATS IT REC TIME!

Static Shock

birdsaretoddlers

Rated M

Chapters 10/?

Alastor, Altruist, Died for his Friends. That was the headline. Vox made sure it was plastered all over Hell the moment he'd seen that demon flee for his life. After he remained missing, Vox accepted that he really was dead. Dead and gone. No rival. He and the Vees were now free to rule Hell as the Overlords they'd always dreamed of being, and the plans were finally in motion.

Then Vox went out for donuts, and everything came crashing down. Because Alastor wasn't dead.

He was barely alive.

That one Tuesday

AllIWantIsPasta

Rated E

Chapters 35/38

A chance encounter leads to new developments between Alastor and Vox, and things escalate far beyond anyone could have predicted.

Remote Access

x-UsoTsuki-x (its_not_reael)

Rated E

Chapters 12/?

In the aftermath of Alastor and Vox's electrifying on-air showdown, Vox finds himself unusually rattled. His usual suave demeanor is slipping, much to his cohorts' amusement – and concern. Velvet can do little more than roll her eyes at his antics. Valentino, on the other hand, is convinced that all Vox needs to do is get fucked and relax.

or, alternatively...

The tech-savvy overlord manages to snag a virus from a porn site and finds himself in the arms of his worst enemy.

5 Times Vox Flirted With Alastor and 1 Time He Did Back

WriterQuil

Rated M

Chapters 5/6

A tiny series of continued one shots dedicated towards Vox's "unrequited" tomfoolery and how he was so horrid at expressing it, only to progressively get better at it over time.

You’re better than "paradise"

BloodSoakedPapers

Rating none

Chapters 7/7

Based on the one shot 'better than paradise!' With permission!

Vox gets redeemed and sent to heaven but he doesn’t want to be there at all. And he will do whatever he can no matter how long it takes to get back to hell.

Vox gets redeemed after sacrificing his life to save Alastor in the middle of extermination day.

Pushing Your Buttons

HollowedHearts

Rating T

Chapters 6/19

After his crushing defeat at the hands of Alastor, Vox decides he needs to take a more hands-on approach in order to destroy the Radio Demon.

Of course, his best course of action is to exploit the other’s weaknesses… if he has any.

The only problem is that means Vox might have to get a bit closer to Alastor than he previously thought (in more than just one way).

———

Or; Vox finds out the Radio Demon’s true weakness — affection.

etched into your bones

Irrwisch

Rating M

Chapters 13/14

Vox has never danced much, and certainly never with another male. He’s a little nervous, but Alastor’s here. He looks at the man’s face, and they’re about the same height. He’s still smiling. He smells like rot and decay and blood, but everyone does, at least a little. Vox can hear the static cackle in the air.

He wants to kiss him.

He doesn’t, not yet. But he wants to.

Throughout the years, things change with Vox and Alastor, and they stay the same, too.

Meant To Be Yours

Mr_Ghosty

Rating M

Chapters 3/3

He loves him, he loves him, he loves him. Vox has loved Alastor through all the decades they've known each other. And, in a moment of pure, drunken stupidity, he tells Alastor how he feels.

Five Times Vox and Alastor Danced and One Time They Didn't

Drowsy_Salamander

Rating T

Chapters: 2/6

“I say, good fellow, what are you doing on the ground like that?”

The voice was perky, cheerful, and bright. It had a crisp mid-Atlantic accent, the kind Vox remembered being all the rage for stage and film performers back when he first entered the broadcast industry. The diction was crystal clear with every sound enunciated separately to maximise clarity, the consonants clicked and the vowels were broad. It was a performer’s voice.

A voice for radio.

...

Five times Vox and Alastor danced and one time Vox and Alastor didn't.

From their first meeting through their friendship, to their enmity and fighting. From infatuation to yearning to animosity. Dancing is a partnership, is it not?

Oh shit.

Vintage

InvisibleLee

Rating T

Chapters 1/1

Vox decided to make a little gift and drop it off anonymously. But there's always an option to figure it out.

Video missed the Radio Star

Thalliumtea

Rating G

Chapters 1/1

Vox is haunted by his choices years after the fact. Nights when the static in his head got too loud, when he couldn't breathe, however artificial it was, where he grabbed that radio by his bedside and fiddled with the dials, looking for any present shows, any sign of his voice.

Nothing.

This absence was killing him, again.

Untitled

Remain_Nameless_Raven

Rating M

Chapters 1/1

Vox has been absent for two weeks. Alastor comes to the recently abandon Vs Tower to investigate.

To Please You, Deer (5 +1)

Otaku24

Rating M

Chapters 2/7

5 times Vox tries to court Alastor and one time Alastor courts Vox back~

Soul Safe

KP100

Rating T

Chapters: 17/?

Once Alastor’s back made contact with the brick wall and he had nowhere else to go, his smile more of a gruesome snarl with the corners of his mouth still tipped up in a mock smile and eyes radio dials, Vox was able to get close enough to notice a slight shade difference in his red shirt, just below his shoulder. His lower lip looked more swollen than normal too- no, Vox would not be admitting to knowing what shape it usually was to anyone besides himself- causing him to frown.

"Who did this to you?"

One-Sided Date Night

InvisibleLee

Rating T

Chapters 2/2

“You’re a great friend,” Vox said sincerely, placing a hand over the one on his frame, leaning into the touch. “Thank you, Alastor.”

“You’re welcome, Vox.”

This would be fine.

It was supposed to be fine.

Why did it feel like heartbreak?

Vox's Reality TV Special!

Bee-nut (wellthizizdeprezzing)

Rating T

Chapters: 9/?

After Sir Pentious fails to spy on the hotel Hazbin staff, Vox decides that in order to get back at Alastor he's going to offer to film the hotel for his new “reality TV show''. Charlie, wanting more sinners to flock to the hotel, accepts his offer. Vox is in for his reality check as the show reveals things about his feelings towards Alastor he didn’t expect.

Chaos abounds.

Eclipse

Purrsly

Rating T

Chapters 1/1

Alastor was a virus. A malware he couldn't erase, and it occupied his every thought.

And yet-

equilibrium

curtailed

Rating M

Chapters 4/?

“Help…”

The image of Alastor trying to crawl on his wounded stomach, those delicate fingers curling helplessly in air, reaching towards Vox — a smile stitched-up and eyes that screamed — the essence of a soul that twisted on the palm. Help, the fragment of Alastor’s soul had pleaded. Please. Help. Help. Help. Pleading with his enemy. Alastor couldn't even recognize him. Vox hadn’t even paused to think as he grabbed Alastor's hand, and the smallest bit of his own soul twined around, deep deep deep, merging fully with that fragment of Alastor, anything to steer him away from the awful finality of nonexistence. Vox's mind rejected the notion. His conscience exorcised the option from reality.

Post-Finale. The Hotel finds Alastor right on the front lawn, unconscious and bleeding, still injured from Adam's blade. While he recovers, all of Hell scrambles to find out who his mysterious rescuer is.

Meanwhile, Vox tries not to freak out that he might have accidentally made a soul bond to save that deer asshole's life. All he had wanted to do was to scope out the ruins of Alastor's radio tower. Fuck him for being curious, he supposed.

You're on the Air

rillo (rillyrillo)

Rating M

Chapters 15/?

A series of short, daily conversations between a radio host and his avid listener, as the two learn more about each other’s lives over the air.

Set in the late 90s/early 2000s.

[HUMAN AU] [There's art included for the human designs]

Alastor, Altruist

Coppercrow

Rating E

Chapters 5/?

When his microphone breaks, Alastor realises far too late that he may have underestimated the danger he was in.

Alastor's fight with Adam goes horribly wrong, and Charlie and her friends have to deal with the aftermath of a defeating loss. But is everything truly as it seems?

I Just Wanted to See Your Face

KisaTM

Rating none

Chapters 3/?

When you fall, you fall hard. Be that Hell or Love at first sight.

This is a story of how Vox met Alastor, their relationship and their falling out, before Alastor disappears for 7 years without explanation.

Ackamarackus

ZootZeet

Rating none

Chapters 1/1

The idea of romantic affections and love never piqued Alastor's fancy.

In fact, the radio demon was sure he wasn't even capable of such emotions.

So when an unfamiliar ache starts blooming in his chest it catches the man quite off guard.

Especially considering it's directed towards his outspoken business partner.

Knife Through the Heart

Veynn

Rating T

Chapters 13/?

After being grievously injured by an angelic weapon, Alastor unwittingly finds himself teaming up with Vox. Unfortunately, emotions are a bitch, and Vox still has some unfinished business with Alastor nearly fifty years in the making.

Rival Frequencies

ArchangelL0ki

Rating none

Chapters 2/?

Vox really didn't know what he was playing at. Watching the optimistic little idiots rebuild their pathetic hotel was not his idea of a good time, and he definitely wasn't watching for a flash of red and camera distortion, no, not at all.

misery meat

loveronmayday (nariaein)

Rating T

Chapters 1/1

Alastor offers a slice to Vox, who readily tries it. Savory and rich, with an underlayer of cognac.

"Thoughts?"

If Vox didn't like it, he wouldn't lie, but he would never be rude. No, instead, he would propose his own liver to perfect the flavor. Anything Alastor wanted.

or: Alastor and Vox share a meal.

Radio Healed the Video Star

Aspiring_Forest_Witch

Rating M

Chapters 49/?

Alastor comes across an unconscious and battered Vox while out on one of his strolls. He feels compelled to bring him back to the hotel.

Bluest Monday

Bapple

Rating E

Chapters 14/16

The year is 1989; Vox and his closest friend Alastor have maintained a strong allegiance for decades. Thus far, Vox has been the Radio Demon’s biggest admirer and protégé, always more than a few steps behind; always wanting more than friendship.The 80s bring with them a new era for televisual media; TV is finally becoming king, threatening to cause a rift between the two friends. Vox, desperate to keep Alastor in his life, doubles his romantic efforts. Alastor, desperate to maintain control and power, decides to indulge them.

A story in which Vox finally gets the man of his dreams; a flighty wicked demon who loves to push his buttons. A story about true friendship, true love, even; but also about how it eventually has to end in tears. A story about how there may be potential to salvage it, after all. Only time can tell.

Im definitely gonna keep updating whenever I find more, or if I recall any! Please give the authors and writers of these fics much love and support! They did amazing jobs and deserve so much! (Also please feel free to recommend fics to me or ones that you think should be added to the list!)

Love yallll!! 💕💕✨

#staticradio #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #ao3 stuff #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #vox #hazbin vox #alastor #vox x alastor #alastor x vox #radio static #fanfic rec

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ashensgrotto · 9 months

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A Merfolk's Melody (Part 3)

Characters: Yan!Floyd x Reader, Yan!Jade x Reader, Yan!Azul x Reader

Word Count: 13.5k

Intro Floyd Leech Jade Leech (You Are Here) Azul Ashengrotto Epilogue

Synopsis: The sea always calls to those who feel lost and alone, wanting to fill the empty part of their soul until they are loved and full… and as such, it’s only fair that the strange creatures that live beneath its depths would want the same as well…

Author’s Note: Another 4-part fanfiction courtesy of @merakiui ‘s headcanon of the reader being stuck in a room/wall (I’m sorry, but I just enjoy your headcanons and they always give me these ideas) -> https://www.tumblr.com/merakiui/722393818829373440/in-addition-to-being-stuck-in-a-locked-room?source=share & https://www.tumblr.com/merakiui/722677892623056896/about-the-stuck-in-a-wall-trope-in-the-oceani?source=share

Here’s how it’s going to work: each character is going to get their own part following the intro. It is going to focus on the Octrio again (bc it’s my current liking, sorry guys). If you want to read a certain character’s part, feel free to jump around and select the one you’re most interested in.

Again, as stated before, this is a work of fiction; I disagree with any and all behaviors that are represented in this story.

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During your earlier days in college, you and another of your close friends had once discussed the difference between coral and mushrooms - as there were some fungi corals that lived in the coral reefs, even though they were not classified in the fungi family. You both agreed that fungi and coral played huge parts in their own ecosystems, providing both nutrition and hiding areas for the wildlife that inhabited the area around them. Both were made up of microscopic organisms - as most plants and other wildlife are - but while one shot spores, the other grew polyps on top of each other over time.

Your friend had asked if you knew if there was a coral reef back in your childhood home - to which you responded that you weren’t sure. You had been told by someone once long ago that beyond the crashing waves of the sea outside of your family’s cabin that there were coral structures the size of Burj Khalifa - the world’s tallest building - and a few that were wider than the Aerium - the world’s widest building. Imagining the depth and how big the ocean was already a monstrous task as it is, but the knowledge that some coral was as large and as wide as two of the world’s biggest buildings was mind-blowing.

Now, a few years later as you dipped beneath the surface as the waves pulled you further into its depths, an amazing sight greeted you.

Colorful coral of all shapes, sizes, and types spread before you - elkhorn coral, fungia and pocillopora corals spread along the ocean floor as pillar and staghorn coral reached for the sky. Sun coral and sea anemones waved with the current of the tide while bubble corals and zoanthids peered out from dark crevices. The colors of neon in pink, green, teal, orange, and yellow shifted together with the darkness of the water here and there, making everything seem like a blacklight room from one of the city’s downtown clubs.

But the coral and plants weren't the only thing colorful within the dark waters.

Bright colorful fish of all shapes and sizes surrounded you from all angles - clownfish peered out from behind the sea anemone as the occasional blue or yellow tang fish passed between the coral walls alongside lionfish and butterfly fish while nudibranch slugs crept along the edges with starfish as seahorses perched among the organ pipe corals and the carnation corals. You saw banded pipefish hidden in the crevices between rock and coral while moon jelly swam out to deeper waters, their nearly opaque bodies hiding their forms in the shifting waters that crashed against the waves. Manta rays swam close to the bottom of the hidden paradise, one occasionally coming up to you and brushing along the side as your light-weight tank top fluttered in the water around you, the feeling of soft smooth skin coated in a slick film surprisingly pleasant.

The colors of the deep dazzled you - pulling you into deeper waters as you held your breath for as long as you could before your lungs would force you to the surface, gasping out deep breaths as you floated above the surface world for a few moments before diving back down to stay for as long as you could in the peaceful paradise that existed beneath the waves, amazed by everything that surrounds you. You swam along the coral beds, fingers grazing over the pieces of coral polyps as you passed - as beautiful as the structures were, you could never break a piece off. The same person from your past had warned of doing such things as a child - breaking off pieces of coral can take years to grow back, and if they are broken off consistently, the coral eventually dies. Seeing the bright beautiful healthy green coloring of the coral beneath you reminded you of that memory - a smile tugging on your lips as you dived deeper.

Lost in thought, you didn’t even realize you had swam as deep as you did until you felt your lungs struggling to hold your breath until your sides ached. You had traveled between some coral beds and were now surrounded completely by it, the coral twisting around you like thorns on a rose bush and every time you would attempt to get through, the coral would dig into your skin - cuts forming along your arms, face, and legs.

You looked around desperately - but there appeared to be no way out.

“Poor child…” you heard a voice then, something soft and sickly sweet that tickled your eardrum, “Poor sweet child…”

Your head turned in the direction of said voice, seeing nothing in the darkness. Fear ran along your spine as you did your best to keep calm, the anxiety eating away at you as you struggled to think of a way out as well as struggled to keep yourself from falling into exhaustion from losing oxygen.

A shadow shifted then as a pair of heterochromia eyes - one brown, one gold - peered out at you from the darkness beneath you. You watched as a figure appeared before you, their form coming into the light that shone in between the coral that surrounded you.

The figure was that of a very large creature that was half man and half fish - the pale sunlight reflecting off of his pale teal skin that was the color of sea water; his tail was long, making him approximately six or seven feet in length, and swayed with the water as he propelled himself toward you, slowly and filled with caution while his hands - which you thought may have been webbed - clenched at his sides, the claws digging into the flesh of his palms. His facial features appeared strong and sharp, eyes clear and calculating, as his lips spread in what appeared to be a friendly smile that was anything but; his dark hair - nearly the same color of his body - framed the strong features, though one long strand - nearly the color of deep seaweed green - fell over his left eye as the golden hue began to glow the closer he came to you.

It was then that you realized you were looking at a mer - a moray mer, to be exact.

Moray eels were known to attack when provoked, but the mers were known to hunt anything that trespassed into their territory - watching from the darkness before striking unexpectedly. You had heard stories about them when you were a child - the locals believing that they typically traveled in pairs, meaning that there was likely a secondary one close by and you had to tread carefully now that one of them had found you.

The mer only smiled, teeth sharper than a shark’s gleaming in the darkness as his body began to glow; the large teal stripes that lined his hips, arms, and face began to glow in the darkness, his left gold eye nearly turning yellow as he gazed upon you.

“You seem to have a very serious problem,” the mer spoke, his voice sounding like sweet honey dripping down from a hive on a hot summer day, “... There might be something I can do to help you.”

You were beginning to slowly lose consciousness, the edges of your vision fading into darkness as you struggled to stay awake - to stay aware. The mer seemed to sense this as he drifted even closer, slipping through the water like a water snake as he stopped in front of you, looking down as his smirk grew wider. The moray mer’s features were now mere inches from your face, his webbed hands closing in to cup your face in between his palms before he pulled your face up to look at him, your body slowly becoming numb as your eyes drifted closed - the oxygen nearly out.

Something soft and surprisingly warm pressed against your lips before a sudden rush of air filled your lungs.

Your chest heaved as your eyes snapped open to see the mer pressing his lips to yours, pulling the water out and breathing for the both of you as the gills behind his finned ears fluttered with the current. You pressed your hands against his chest, trying and failing to push him away before one hand moved to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him as his other hand tangled into your hair, keeping your head still as he pressed his lips harder against yours - no longer breathing for you, but kissing you. You felt his long tail curl around your legs, keeping you trapped within his hold.

When he pulled away, his pupils had dilated; hunger reflecting within them.

“I saved your life, little pearl,” he whispered, “and now… I will take something from you as payment.”

You struggled, wanting nothing more to do with the mer that now wrapped completely around you.

However, the moray pulled you down into the depths of the coral enclosure, pressing the front of your against a large stone with one hand on your shoulders and the other holding your hands together above your head. You held your newfound breath between your lips before cool lips pressed against the nape of your neck, drawing the skin into the mer’s mouth as he lapped and sucked on it like a newborn babe. You shuddered with every lap of his tongue and whimpered with every nip that you barely registered his hands releasing you before something dug on either side of your neck, deep enough to draw blood.

You cried out, bubbles escaping from your lips before the mer pressed his lips against yours again, breathing for you as he turned you to face him - webbed hands and claws creating small cuts in the fabric of your cotton capris before the fabric was removed along with your bottoms. You threw your head back as one thumb rubbed circles against your entrance - a musty-sweet odor slipping into the salty waters around you before something fleshy and hot pressed against it. You mewled as the mer flicked over your entrance, slipping one, then two fingers within - thrusting them in and out at a leisurely pace as the glowing on his body increased, his eyes never leaving yours. You whimpered softly, one hand reaching out and clasping onto his dark hair, his eyes closing and humming against you as a fire began to build in your thighs and lower belly - threatening to consume you as your body twitched with want.

As he worked you over and over, you shuddered and groaned, arching your back away from the stone as your muscles clenched. He pulled away after a few moments, the loss of contact making your body grasp at nothing. You whimpered in need before something long, thick, and rigid rub between your legs.

“Ah… mine,” the moray mer sighed as he bared his teeth at you in a mocking grin, grabbing a hold of your ankles and pushing them into your chest as he leaned against you, moving his hips and rubbing himself against you, “Mine… my precious little pearl… Do you know what you’ve done to me?”

You can only quiver in response as he leans close, his nose nearly touching yours as his length continues to tease you, making your insides squirm with anticipation.

“How long I’ve waited for you, little pearl,” he brushes his nose against yours, his voice soft and sugary-sweet, “I’ve waited over six years… six years for you to come back to me. And now that you’re here… I can never let you go.”

Then, you feel him thrust hard and fast inside you, pushing your stomach into your throat as a silent cry leaves your mouth. The mer is merciless against you, pressing you hard into the stone beneath you and keeping a firm grip on your ankles as he pounds into you, each thrust making the precious air that still exists within you leave in the form of tiny bubbles from your mouth and nose.

He presses his lips to yours again as his eyes close, breathing for the both of you again before pulling away to lavish at your neck, his tongue flicking over the scratches he made as you feel something rise up and down from your skin. Both of your chests heave together, the pounding of your hearts argue in your rib cages as he presses his lips against yours, no longer breathing as his thrusts become more urgent. He releases his grip on your ankles and hauls you up by your waist, moving your position around so you may settle onto his lap, your thighs resting on either side of his hips as he presses deeper into your core.

The change caused you to gasp again, feeling him practically nudge into your stomach. The mer slows, allowing to adjust to this new position as he kisses your features - your forehead, your nose, eyelids, brows, cheeks, and lips - as if he is completely worshiping you.

“Sweet, precious little pearl…” he whispers, snapping his hips in urgency against you after a few moments, “Let me lay you… keep them safe for me, for us…”

You whimper softly, a name long forgotten now bubbling forward, “J-Jade…”

Jade lets out a low growl in response, thrusting hard and fast against you, “That’s r-right, little pearl… my precious (Y/N)...”

You let out a cry as your entrance grips onto Jade’s member, the muscles in your lower body spamming wildly as something thick and heavy slips between your legs.

Jade presses his forehead in the juncture between your neck and shoulder, his breath caressing your skin, billowing the tank top you’re still wearing, gasping, “...not enough, little pearl. Not enough, yet…”

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Jade has carried you to his corner of the shadows, curled beside you as you laid on his bed of seaweed surrounded by coral. His hand cups your cheek and follows the curve of your cheekbones before pressing another kiss to your lips and resting his forehead against yours.

It had been years since he had last seen you - the two of you plus his twin had been thick as thieves, frolicing along the shore lines and had taught you to swim. He had gathered many pieces of coral during that time and presented them to you when you all met up each and every day - the giggles that slipped past your lips making him smile with pride and puffed out his chest like a seagull. Eventually though, those days of spending time with one another along the shores became fewer and fewer.

Floyd had moved on, now more interested in antagonizing Azul verses waiting on the rocky shoreline for you to come out to play - but Jade was more patient than his twin, his tail swaying with anticipation along with the tide as he watched from his spot on the rocks, his heterochromia eyes never straying from the shoreline. Eventually, his patience thinned to the thickness of a thread, going to Azul to test out his latest potion that would allow him to take on the form of a human for an hour. He headed into the village, searching high and low for your family. One of the village members had been kind enough to explain that your family had moved to the nearest city where you had been accepted into college.

Jade felt his heart break. There was no way he could follow you - and even if he did, how would he find you?

Azul noticed his sour mood upon his return, the typical Jade he knew would never lounge on the rocks among the coral like his brother did unless something happened. Jade had stayed silent about what he had heard on the surface above - merely going through his life day by day as the heartache festered and grew within, making him irritable - once snapping at Floyd which made the younger of the two surprised. It didn’t take long after that incident that Jade decided to move away to another part of the coral city, hiding within the darkness of the crevices as thoughts of you consumed him day and night.

He was about ready to give up on himself when you came swimming back into his life - quite literally.

Jade tucked his head under your chin, arms wrapping around your waist as he hummed. Tomorrow, he would go to Azul to find a potion to make you more like him… even threaten the octomer with becoming fish bait if he refused.

But, for now… Jade was content to have you in his arms, back in his life. His precious little pearl…

#twisted wonderland #jade leech #twst jade #yandere jade leech #yandere jade x reader #yandere jade leech x reader #twst n/sfw #n/sfw

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Helsaween 2023

Icon was a collaboration by @kiangoru / @paradise-of-guilty-pleasures, @magentacravat, @ariddletobesolved and @artemis0122 who participated in our Helsaween 2021 event

Last 2022, the Helsa server on Discord (https://discord.gg/s9n6Tmyy) wasn’t able to arrange our usual month-long prompt event, so we’re happy to announce our return to host another event this October 2023. We hope you guys are bursting with spooky spirit!

Our (not-a-cult) group are opening our arms to welcome fellow Helsa lovers to participate in a month-long Helsaween event! Don't be afraid to let creativity and inspiration creep in! Create fanfiction, fanart, comics, edits, mood boards, videos, headcanons, poems, essays, cosplay, anything you fancy!

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EVENTS

Week 1 (1-7 October) — The Woods

Get lost in the woods and be enchanted into an adventure! Where the lush forest leaves and towering trees create a shroud of mystery, embrace the magic of the elements and let the great outdoors be your muse. You never know what unknown beauty and secrets Mother Nature has to offer you!

Week 2 (8-14 October) — Mirror

Come closer! Look into the mirror and let each crack tell you a different story, where reflections morph, twist, and form. Distort reality, create illusions, and explore new realities!

Week 3 (15-21 October) — Cursed

Whether it is the unexplained, superstition or psychology, it is an age-old belief that words with intentions, people and objects can hold supernatural power and shoulder a dark fate. Curse or be cursed? Bear it or break it? Is it bad luck or a belief in karma and justice? It is up to you to decide.

Week 4 (22-28 October) — Monster

"Don't be the Monster they fear you are!” Or should you? Or should you 👀

Free days (29-31 October) — Free space/Repost

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The examples above are merely ideas. Feel free to use your own interpretations of the prompts.

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When posting your work, please:

@helsaweenfun

Tag #Helsaween 2023 and/or #Helsaween2023 and/or #Helsaween.

Tag the Week(s) your work is inspired by (i.e. #Week One / #Week 1 / #WeekOne / #Week1), along with other appropriate tagging (fandom, characters, ship, spoilers, NSFW and content warnings). If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask :) Have fun and Happy Halloween!

#Helsaween 2023 #Helsaween2023 #Helsaween #Helsa #Hans #Elsa #Prince Hans #Queen Elsa #Iceburns #Frozen

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sakuraryomen01 · 2 years

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Lost Lamb /OG Sukuna x Female Reader/ .12 [ Final Chapter ]

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✧ Warning: Og Sukuna Ryomen, servant reader, Master x Servant, protector/predator x reader kind of relationship, mention of marriage post-timeskip, aftermath, kissing, timeskip, children ("hiers"), father Sukuna, mother reader, Uraume as a maid/caretaker of the kids for a few moments, short chapter/sweet ending

✧ Reader: Female Reader

✧ Plot: A Master x Servant Fanfiction in which Sukuna, the king of curses, finds you snooping in his temple and he makes you pay for your crimes for the rest of your life..

✧ Words: 2.93k

fic masterlist :: .o1 .o2 .o3 .o4 .o5 .o6 .o7 .o8 .o9 .10 .11 .12

·A/n: Already got a new fanfiction started. Another Sukuna one, ik, but it's had a long time coming, I've posted a newsletter of sorts about it. If you wish to be tagged in the future, ask through requests, the announcement, and the last Lost Lamb chapter. I love you all, and can't wait to start a new journey with you~

♡ Thank you for reading this bit! Enjoy! ♡

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Unable to get enough after one night, Sukuna's hands were on you from the moment he let you lay on the bed for some rest. His four armed, cursed King body unable to leave yours as you rested in that massive bed.

The smell of sex, arousal, and lust still thick in the air as he panted and kissed over your swollen and red lips. You looked beautiful..

"Mnn.." You mewled from underneath the curse, suckling on his lip all the while. Breathing heavily and holding onto the sheets as you let your body shiver and calm.

Buzzed on drunken love by the King of Curses.. What a life you've got. Feeling his lips against yours, the warm and suppleness they held, even the tangy taste of your arousal still on his lips and tongue, it was amazing. Delicious.

Sukuna cursed again, chuckling to himself while you giggled. Cooing and eventually just staring into your eyes. Silence being held as his became lidded, feeling tired after a long night of love-making.

"Here, rest your head on my chest," He said, laying back and pulling the blankets up to cover your bare form.

No one was going to be able to see you like that, not while he was around. With a content sigh, Sukuna's lower arm is automatically wrapped around your back end. Fingers tracing circles on your hip as you snuggle into Sukuna's side. The curse gave a smile, seeing your eyes begin to close as you got comfortable.

Watching you smile and hum with satisfaction, Sukuna and you began to talk about the next day. What you would do and where you would go, the things and the sights you wanted to see.

Though, there was one question that was still on his mind beside all others. One he wanted to ask you for a while, and now was probably the best time he'd get to ask you.

"Y/n.. will you marry me?"

The question shocked you, your head quickly craning upwards as you sat up on your hands and knees. Sukuna was shocked, seeing your face full of wonder and amazement as you thought about what he had said.

"Uhm, is that a yes?" Sukuna asked, blinking a few times as you nodded. A smile on his face as he cupped yours in his hands. Sitting up and kissing your warm lips as if he wasn't just kissing them moments ago.

"I want a big wedding, just for us. I want to walk you down the aisle as my wife with my hands in yours.. I want children and a life together, I want to be with you and be yours forever, love."

Your cheeks are reddened at this, your eyes glazing over with emotions. Feeling Sukuna's lips press against your forehead and a low coo pouring from his chest as you looked up at him.

"I want you to be my queen, lamb."

. . 20 years later . .

"Uda, stop messing with the flowers!" Uraume ordered, their hair still messy from this morning's altercation. "Your mother worked hard on these!"

"Fiiiine!!" The pink-haired little maniac groaned, sitting himself on one of the large stones that had been set for him.

This was Uda Ryomen's favorite play area. A little paradise that's full of flowers that smell amazing, and different little critters that'd come scurrying into the gardens looking for food. Some rabbits and deer, but there's also an occasional fox that would come visit.

Sometimes, if he was lucky, he saw a stray red panda that's probably wandered too far from it's original home.

"When's momma getting back from the village?" Uda asked as the monk fixed their white and red hair. Pulling leaves and stray bits of food that had been tossed at them this morning, a grimace on their face all the while.

"She'll be back when she's back, around noon," They confirmed, thinking about you waddling around with your pregnant belly.

How could you even do it? Deal with these little monsters you called 'offspring' and 'children'?

"But it is noon!" The little monster in question cried, his big red eyes narrowing at his babysitter. The annoyance that he inherited from his father obviously being shown to try and get his way.

Spoiled. The both of them will be spoiled.

"I want dad!"

"You won't be getting your dad yet. He's with your mother, visiting the chief for the next moon's payment."

The little half-curse gave another sigh of annoyance as he stood, crossing his four arms and stomping throughout the gardens to try and calm himself. He didn't like being alone. He was like you that way. Always wanting to see more than what was just past the shrine's doors.

A curious little half-curse that was always willing to run around and play. Thankfully, he'd have a playmate soon..

So, as Uda quickly became happy and found a few animals to play with, Uraume sat on a chair that they'd put at the edge of the gardens. Their eyes focused on the little mortal as he ran around, chasing after frogs and other assorted wildlife as he disrupted their peace. Sounds a lot like he father.

Eventually though, Uraume's eyes wandered towards the shrine's path. Finding you and your plump little belly in Sukuna's large and strong arms. The two of you looked so awkward as you waved over at your friend, wanting to go visit with your son and the monk.

Uraume gave a sigh of gratefulness, seeing the mother to the little annoyance that they loved a little too much.

Sukuan gently placed you on the ground next to the monk as they stood, giving you the seat and smiling brightly.

"How was the doctor's visit?" Uraume asked, sitting on Uda's special rock and placing their face on their palms. "Any idea when it's due?"

"About a month or two," Sukuna answered, his neck craned for his older heir and spotting him quickly.

Uda was playing with a crane.. odd.

You gave a nod and patted your swollen tummy. "Mhm, they'll be due eventually! And the chief said he'd pay Sukuna with more than one cow this time, seeing as Sukuna's love for beef has grown recently."

Sukuna gave a small huff, crossing his arms and keeping an eye on his child. He may not care for kids that much, but his would be better than any normal human child would. He knew it, they knew it; it was a fact.

Soon, Uda had stopped playing with the crane and ran over to you, his arms outstretched. "Momma!"

You gave a giggle and bent over to pick up the little boy. His lips connecting with your cheek immediately as Sukuna scoffed, rolling his eyes and sitting. Watching the small curse get affection from you, his mother, and snuggling into your neck as he gave you a tight hug. As you began talking to Uda about the baby, his eyes practically shining with excitement, Sukuna rested his chin on his fist.

Sharing you wasn't exactly his favorite thing to do..

"Did momma bring me anything?" Uda asked, climbing from your lap to his dad's. His bright eyes are full of wonder and amazement as you pulled a little stuffed toy and book from your bag.

The toy fox you had bought was especially made and requested a few months ago for Uda. You knew he had a love for the creature and wanted to make this visit worthwhile. The fur for the toy was soft and could be brushed through, and easy to clean and sleep with.

The book you had handed him was somewhat small, but full of information about foxes, the different kinds and breeds, and all the other wonderful things your son loved about them. Sukuna didn't understand this whole love for animals, but he just shrugged and let you handle it.

Like you said, he wasn't very good with 'hobbies'.

He had ripped out a flower one time trying to garden with you, embarrassingly. It hasn't been discussed to this day.

"A fox and a book about them," You said, handing the items to the child. He began looking through the book as soon as it was in his hands. "It's got information about their habitats, and what they like to eat! There's more than one breed too, it's all in there!"

He loved reading, even if it was the same thing he had seen before. Sukuna's library was his second favorite place to be. When it was raining, Uraume always took him to the library to teach him how to write bigger words and how to say and use them properly.

Just recently, he learned how to say 'pregnancy'.

"Oo~" He cooed, curling up against Sukuna's tummy and flipping through the pages.

Sukuna didn't pay no mind, his eyes glued to yours half lidded but full of love. He had a son, a wife; a family.

Happy wasn't a good way to describe this newfound feeling inside him, but he was happy it didn't have a label. He didn't want it to. He was glad that he couldn't place a word for the feeling.

Seeing your eyes full of pride and wonder at the world you had created for yourself, and the fact it was with him, was feeling enough.

You had become his little wife. The Queen to his King. The mother to his father. You were a little special prize just for him and him alone.

Hell, creating Uda was a special event in itself. Fucking like bunnies til every last drop of his semen was pumped into you. Sukuna began to drool over the idea of more children, more heirs, more little half-span running around with his last name.

Though, destroying your insides would be the best part..

"Sukuna, Uraume's asking you a question," Your voice chirped. Your smile broke his thought process as he blinked a few times and shook his head, turning to the sly little monk that had witnessed his little perverted train-ride.

They never missed a beat, did they?

"I was wondering what you wanted prepared for dinner tonight," The monk asked again, their eyes narrowed with a coy smile.

"I want chicken dumplings with veggie skewers!" Uda announced, wanting his presence known amongst the adults. His proud little smile is a copy-and-paste from the King of Curses very own.

"Ha.. if that's what the little prince desires."

Sukuna and you laughed at this, seeing Uraume lift the prince from Sukuna's lap and walk inside the shrine. The sounds of birds chirping and the hot springs water trickling in the distance. Though, that place has become more like a pool for your child.

Hopefully, your next would love your home like you did.

"Hey, Sukuna?" You questioned, your eyes staring at the sight of simply the forest and the sunlight that shone through the canopy that had grown the past years.

So many years..

"Yes, love?" Sukuna's voice drew your eyes towards him, a raised brow and glimmering eyes.

You gave a small smile in return, all the love and affection in your heart grew as the smile grew wider. There was a small kick from inside your belly, though you didn't pay mind as you placed a hand on your husband's face.

Your small palm warming what little area it could on his cheek, rubbing your thumb against his skin. Sukuna couldn't help but chuckle, holding your small hand against his face, awaiting your words as the sun went down.

The soft glow of warm orange and red makes your face shine like it was a moon. So happy..

"Thank you for letting me serve you."

The King gave a chuckle, standing from his place and dusting off his yukata, holding a spare hand out for you to take with a smile. "Let's head inside, love."

Giving a nod, you stood, holding his hand and your belly, as Sukuna led you inside the shrine. It was like that dream you had had so long ago.

The white wedding, the flowers, the villagers.

It was you. It had always been. You were seeing what the future had in store for you and your life that was going to unfold. Unable to keep in the smile, you let it out.

You let it shine bright as you walked up the temple's stairs like you did twenty years ago. From rags to riches.. is that what this story is?

From a thief to a wife. From a slave to a love.

Heh.. funny isn't it?

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a/n:: To every single one of my Lost Lamb fans and followers, thank you. You've all been so kind to me throughout this process and I wanted to say I love you all. It's been an honor creating such a story that you all loved so much. I dearly hope you all have a humble and blessed day/night/evening and have great fortune and luck! I wish to create more like this and hope you enjoy the next few fanfictions in the future!

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Chapter Theme Songs: —JAWNY - Honeypie (Lyrics) — Nicky Youre, dazy - Sunroof (Official Music Video) — Alan Walker - Darkside (Lyrics) ft. Au/Ra and Tomine Harket — Zedd - Clarity (Feat. Foxes)

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taglist for Lost Lamb:: @okkotsufav, @gojoscprsaviour, @cafeinthemoon93, @im-a-killer-queen, @lucyrocks86, @pulchritxde, @watermelon-online, @xx-intothevoid-xx, @taetropchou, @pipopeew, @noblemaidenheart, @aepinkoutsold, @tojidilfs, @mageyboo, @zatrinaxxx, @north-st4r, @itadowriii, @pulchritxde, @kawaiipenguin20, @bontenbunny, @delphinefrancis, @tsupi, @hxlalokidottir, @satoritendoucultsacrifice, @justanotherj9, @amigoferal3, @vampirebloodfallen, @hail-homucifer, @xeno-fond, @k-indie, @mzladyd, @agirlisnow, @xxnghtclls, @dr-skazka

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astrosfaerydae · 10 months

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Masterlist

This is all of my current stray kids fanfictions on ao3. I'm coming from Twitter because it's becoming a hellhole. I have written for other fandoms but for here I'm focusing on skz.

Completed fics:

☁️ When the Storm Subsides

Summary:

Word Count: 9.1k

Felix is struggling with himself and having nightmares. Chan and Minho are there to help. (Hurt/comfort can be read platonic it doesn't matter either way)

☁️Groovy Gaytime Princess

Summary:

Word Count: 3k

Chat fic. Felix posts that TikTok and sends the chat into chaos. First one that gets home gets Felix! (MinLix, mild smut)🔞

☁️Your Favorite Necklace is my Right Hand

Summary:

Word Count: 9.1k

Red lights MV inspired behind the scenes smut. (Hyunchan explicit smut)🔞

☁️Die From a Broken Heart

Summary:

Word Count: 3.1k

Jeongin gets his heart broken, Chan is there to help (hurt/comfort platonic jeongchan)

☁️It (Was) Getting Hot in Here

Summary:

Word Count: 1k

That one time where Minlix was in the hot tub together. Yea that's it. (Almost explicit but not)

☁️It All Started With a Curse

Summary:

Word Count: 35.5k

Chanlix high school au. Chan meets Felix in history club and well the rest is well history (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Warning read all the tags and notes for reasons thank you (slice of life high school au rated mature for some jokes)

☁️The Universe in Your Eyes

Summary:

Word Count: 4.1k

Chan was trying to do an episode of chan's room but Felix is a brat and gets what he wants. Chan... Well he tried to tell him no.

(Explicit pwp)🔞

☁️ Just Another Day in Paradise

Summary:

Word Count: 325

Chan and Felix didn't like anniversaries but still celebrated in their own special way. Just some silly little domestic fluff scene that's so cute it will make your teeth rot out of your head. (3 word prompt challenge, domestic fluff, lots of love)

☁️If You Get There Before I Do

Summary:

Word Count: 7.1k

1920s farm life au, Chan and Felix plan to run away together but things take time and communication is hard, but they make it work. (Established relationship, fluff so much fluff, happy ending, marriage) Rated G

Deleted Scene:

In His Eyes My World So Came Alive

Word Count: 348

A cute little snowball fight in the past before their plans to run away. It was so sweet I couldn't just let it go.

☁️ Silence is One Thing That I'll Remeber

Summary:

Word Count: 11.1k

TW// Dead Dove: Do Not Eat!!! Major character death, death, gore, weapons, graphic violence, blood, dismemberment, hospitals, sedation against will, bullying

Chansung, Love is the Death of Peace of Mind supernatural/skz crossover AU prequel detailing the events between Chan and Jisung. Can be read as a standalone.

☁️ You Had Me From Hello

Summary:

Word count: 3.7k

Prompt for Chanlix fest on Twitter

Prompt: Felix/Chan is an avid reader and often uses the the «Little Free Library» in his neighborhood. Someone else also seem to use it, and the two start leaving small notes imbedded in the books to each other.

Ongoing fics:

☁️Love is The Death of Peace of Mind

Summary:

Chanlix supernatural crossover AU. Felix gets attacked by a demon and hunter Chan saves him. The demons are after Felix's necklace, Chan has to find out why. (That's the best summary I can give without spoilers!) Read all notes and warnings this fic tackles a lot of dark topics also Eventual smut 🔞 dead dove do not eat ⚠️

Prologue:

Silence is the one Think I'll Remember

#hyunjin #bang chan #lee minho #minho #jeongin #lee felix #felix #hyunchan #minlix #chanlix #ao3 fanfic #ao3fic #supernatural #crossover #hurt/comfort #smut #hyunchan smut #minlix smut

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seriousbrat · 1 month

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omg this is so fun I have to do it. i was tagged by @juniperpyre thank you!!

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (or however many you have) posted fics and see if there’s a pattern!

not all of these are marauders and some of them are like.. a decade old but still

Falls the Shadow (canon compliant marauders era, james/lily)

Cokeworth, the little smoggy blot of nothing on the map just northwest of Leicester.

2. Lippy Kids (marauders muggle AU where everyone is a girl, james/sirius)

"Oh, fuck me!" shouted the girl, slamming the palm of her hand against the door.

3. Pretty Girls Make Graves (canon compliant one-sided severus/lily)

Like so many polluted, dismal summer days in Cokeworth, this one seems to stretch endlessly on as Sev drags himself wearily up Dorlcote Close towards Lily’s.

4. From the Ashes (canon compliant marauders era, james/lily)

The room is dank, stale, clogged with smoke and shadow.

5. The Silence of Another (next gen, Teddy/James Sirius)

The ghosts stare at him from above, from all sides, calling him coward and disappointment.

6. The Night Will Always Win (canon compliant marauders era, james/lily)

The world is dark, he can perceive nothing but a sharp metallic taste in his mouth and pounding in his ears.

7. Paradise Circus (dragon age, modern thedas AU, fhawke/isabela)

“Look, Mum, just—” Marian Hawke jerked the steering wheel violently to the right.

8. Something Like Love (life is strange, chloe/max)

When you think of Chloe, you see her sleeping at her desk.

9. Gold on the Ceiling (dragon age, lavellan/dorian)

“Inquisitor, may I introduce Madame Violette?” Vivienne said, describing a genteel arc in the air with her hand towards the seamstress, a spindly woman with— in Dorian’s opinion— an altogether too enthusiastic proclivity for rouge.

10. Sea Legs (dragon age, fhawke/isabela)

“You know,” said Isabela, tossing the rope over the side and stepping onto the deck.

I am aware that I like to start things off with dialogue... some of these I haven't thought about in many years haha. Especially the LiS fic- there was a period when I was obsessed with second person lol. Otherwise I do think I like a brief, punchy opening line full of imagery.

I'm honestly not sure who here writes fanfiction rip but I'd love to see this from @artemisia-black and @firefeufuego if u want!

#obsessed with the vibes of everythign miss artemisia-black writes!!#and i looove firefeufuego's barrister au its everything 2 me #also 5 and 6 are..... very similar now that i look at them again

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minigirl87 · 1 year

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Peaches & Cream with Marc.

Marc Spector X f!Reader mentions of Steven grant & Jake Lockley.

Edited by @melodygatesauthor ❤️

I really want to thank @melodygatesauthor for her help in editing and the encouragement to write fanfiction for the first time! And for putting up with my daft questions. You're a 🌟 so thank you again.

Please leave your feedback as it is appreciated ❤️

Word count: 491

Tags/warnings: NSFW, "no smut" & "sexual themes/implications"

Summary: Reader bakes some cakes for Marc and he doesn't mind the mess. Marc is cheeky in a fun way.

P.s I just love this piece of music and thought it would suit live with the boys.

As Marc slowly walked back to the flat, the sun shone down with a soft warmth, on his golden skin and bounced of his chocolate curls. London was unseasonably warm but comfortable, with the breeze wafting the smells of summer that only a big city can conjure.

To anyone walking by Marc, they wouldn’t notice anything amiss, except maybe his overly stoic expression. Internally, though, he was having a discussion with his alters, Steven and Jake, about Y/N and baking. All three loved your baked goods. Each for their on reasons Steven liked find different vegan recipes, Jake liked to make cultural foods, and Marc homemade felt like love to him.

When Marc opened the door to the flat, keys jingling to announce his arrival, He could hear soft jazz playing quietly, and you trying to hum along to melody. He could also sound of Steven’s old oven still trying to survive another day. Excitement surged through his nostrils. Peaches he smells peaches, he softly smiles and calls out to you, “Y/N Baby I’m home” as he walked into the small kitchen.

You jumped slightly as you felt his arms snake around your middle. When he kissed your shoulder, his chocolate curls tickled your ear as they brussed over your skin. You turned to face him still in his arms, He bent his head down to kiss you deeply. A small moan escapes from you both.

“You taste so sweet, Baby” he leaned in for another, to which you pulled away giggling

"If you like that, then you’ll love these.”

You pull away to go and, get one of your baking tins. You smiled remembering when Marc bought you the set in your favourite colour. Marc starts to comment on the mess and was about to ask about flour he saw on an inexplicably high corner of the kitchen wall, But then he noticed the cupcakes. His eyes go wide and he links his lips.

“I didn’t expect them to turn out like this” you said with another giggle. Marc stared at the vulva shaped cupcakes in awe, He groaned louder than expected at the familiar sight.He looks up at you as you smile innocently back at him.

“Do you or one of the boys want to try one?” You asked holdingone out to him.

He took it from your hand and he licked the peach first before eating it.

“Baby that’s amazing, can I have another one?” His eyes were pleading.

How could you say no? As you turned to pick up the tin again, nodding your head to say yes. Marc grabs you as you let out a squeal.

“what about your cupcake? Hm? He asked as he carried you to the bedroom. “You’ve already got the cake Baby and I’m bringing the cream.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. Steven and Jake groan, and Marc well he’s too in love to care, regardless of the mess.

#marc spector x reader #moon knight x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockely x reader #marc spector x you #steven grant x you #jake lockely x you #marc spector fluff #tumblr milestone #first time writing #Spotify

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academicgangster · 4 months

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ah, people in the fanfiction community shitting on 'show, don't tell' again. Another day in paradise, Sally

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accidentalslayer · 8 months

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🎃 Some changes coming to this blog 🎃

TL;DR Summary: You might notice me branching out into new topics or areas of interest now that I'm no longer writing TVD fanfiction. The overall vibe of this blog might alter a little. Although, I'll still be fall & autumn posting until the day I die and well into the afterlife if there is one. Things leaving: TVD fanfiction, my personal fanfiction, vampire stuff unless I feel like talking about them. Things possibly being introduced: More shitposting, mental illness related posts about my feelings on stuff, art maybe??? A journal on my adventures in lucid dreaming, shifting, and astral projection????* *That might turn into a whole new blog tbh. I don't know if any of my followers would enjoy listening to me babble about weird dream crap.

Read below for an expanded discourse about my ideas on what will change.

So! I've kind of run out of steam when it comes to writing fanfiction for TVD. Netflix eradicating the show from their streaming services kind of slammed down the final coffin nail on my muse, so to speak, & I was really bummed when I found out yesterday. This blog started out as a TVD/Originals sanctuary for me, after all... But it's grown into something more now. It's become a place where I can express feelings & thoughts that I've had hiding inside me but never felt safe enough to say out loud. And I've had so much fun with Autumn aesthetics; turning this blog into a Fall paradise has improved my mood in so many ways! Whenever I'm depressed, I just look at my blog and imagine that I'm relaxing in my pumpkin patch, far away from the noise and troubles of the world. & I've also made a couple of friends along the way here! Looking at you guys: @king-yandere and @margueritetheduchess05💖

The question remains, however. If I won't be writing about vampires anymore, then where do I go from here? What should I do? It's a solid fact that I go insane if I'm not actively engaging with my creativity in some way. Last night, the only thing I did was brainstorm, and stress myself out trying to think of SOMETHING. Today, I think I finally have a game plan. so lemme lay it out for you. Or rather, me. I don't know if anyone is actually reading this LOL. 🎃 "Accidentalslayer" name will still remain along with blog title. My autumn & spooky aesthetics are here to stay. I might reblog people's fanfics from time to time but I think I'm moving away from writing fic myself. Besides, it didn't feel very rewarding if I'm honest. I got very little engagement on my chapters. So, if I ever DO write another story on this blog again, it'll be definitely be an original fiction. My pumpkin hat off to fanfiction writers everywhere, though! A LOT of effort, time, and research goes into fanfic that readers will never know about... 🎃 It's already been there on the periphery but I think this blog might just turn into my main shitposting/journal outlet for talking about my mundane experiences. Mental illness, funny thoughts, & feelings that visit my brain every day. If I can somehow get my "art brain" to work again, I might post art here, idk. 🎃 I'm a spiritual hoe. I love talking about witchcraft, tarot, and lucid dreaming but I'm not really sure this blog is where I should talk about that stuff. I have @flowercrone for all my tarot/PAC readings but I've really REALLY started to take an interest in astral projection, shifting, and lucid dreaming. I even started a journal recently to document all my experiences. I should probably start another blog that's dedicated JUST to shifting and astral projection, idk. If you've gotten this far in the post, you're loved beyond belief right now. 💖 Please feel free to send suggestions to me in my asks if you have any ideas about anything I've written in this post.

#🎃 accidentalslayer 🎃#blog changes #changes to blog

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cicaklah · 4 months

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11, 14, and 21 for the fanfiction end of year ask? 🥂

Thanks lovely!!

11: fandom you enjoyed writing in the most this year

I've adored being in star trek fandom, but hitman forever holds a place in my heart as best fandom. the reaction to notre dame a paris especially was something bigger than the metrics, I am still very excited about the fuller project.

14: a fic you didn't expect to write

...and introducing Leonard McCoy as the voice of reason - even after I had accepted that the one man series had grown legs, I still didn't expect to write a Bones story this early.

21: most memorable comment/review

I am extremely blessed to have got a lot of comments this year, some of which is because I've moved back into medium sized fandoms after the small fandoms of the last few years, but mid-this year I went into a place where writing was so hard, and it was the comments on another day down here in paradise that I come back to, because everyone was so nice and so encouraging <3

#meme me #end of year meme

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jpitha · 8 months

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The Bedrock Dispatch

And now for something completely different. This was another writing game/contest thing. I was given the theme and the "flash rule" a rule created on the spot that I needed to include in my story. Since the theme was Myths of the Near Stone age and I needed to include Dinosaurs, I was drawn to the Flintstones which I think technically makes this fanfiction? Neat. Anyway, it's completely different to what I normally write.

Theme: Myths of the Near Stone Age Flash Rule: Must have Stampeding Dinosaurs. 1311 words.

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The housewife grabbed the vacuum cleaner and began to run it back and forth across the carpet in the living room. Its legs tied to a small wooden cart, the pygmy mammoth was forced to use its trunk to suck up the dust and dirt in the small, stylish living room.

Job complete, she put it into the closet with the other appliances. Only after the door was closed did the tiny mammoth cry.

Chores finished, she met her neighbor for drinks, cigarettes, and a shopping trip into town. The clothes washer had died; it had choked on a sock. How was she to know that it could choke on socks? The manual didn’t say anything about that. Her husband threw the dead washer out with the trash that morning and she needed to buy another. Her annoyance over the washer’s death was tempered by the excitement of another shopping trip with her friend.

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The foreman stood at the edge of the quarry. He watched the animals place massive stones in their mouths, lift them, and then swing them over the edge of the quarry, letting the boulders drop with a heavy thud. Their teeth long ago ground away to painful nubs, the brontosauruses lifted and carried stones while people strapped in little cabins on their back used winches to help, and whips when the animals were too tired to lift.

The crane in the back - number thirty-nine - looked rough. Foam collected on the edges of its mouth and its head would shake as it tried to lift even small stones. The operator fought with the winch and when that failed, used the whip. The foreman frowned and stubbed out his cigarette on the ground in front of him. He was going to have to kill it tonight and get another. He lamented the loss in productivity. It was necessary though. The quarry owner had decreed that production would not slip this month. While he cast his eyes to the other animals in the quarry, a bird tied to a perch a foot above his head watched the sun nervously. He shook silently in fear, but the foreman didn’t notice.

Soon, it was the end of the day. The foreman, watching a sundial on his wrist, pulled hard on the tailfeathers of the bird above him. The bird’s scream of pain signaled the end of the day. A man in the quarry shouted in joy and slid down the tail of his brontosaurus and ran to his car, the animal forgotten or ignored. Someone else would take care of it. If they didn’t? There were plenty of brontosauruses around. They’d just get another.

He made his way home, walked into the house, and kissed his wife as she met him at the door. She handed him a drink and a cigarette. As he passed through the kitchen, he finished his drink and poured another from the iced pitcher on the counter. He glanced at the empty spot in the kitchen where the washer was supposed to be and frowned. He made his way to his backyard and saw his friend and neighbor. “Another beautiful day, eh friend?” He made his way to a comfortable chair under a tree, near the low fence.

“You said it, Fred. Another day in paradise.” The neighbor leaned on his fence. “Hey, I heard that your clothes washer died, did your wife manage all right today?”

Fred took a drag on his cigarette and frowned. “Darned thing choked on a sock; can you believe it? A washer that can’t wash socks. I tossed it with the trash and Wilma went into town and bought another. Probably thirty other things to go with it too.” Fred took a sip of his cocktail and finished his cigarette. He lit another automatically. “Barn, how do you do it? Betty doesn’t seem to run through your paycheck before you even earn it. I feel like I’m paid on Thursday and broke by Sunday.”

Barney hopped the low fence, not spilling his drink or dropping his cigarette and joined Fred at another chair in the yard. “I gotta tell you Fred, the secret is to set some aside before you hand it over. Give her half, you take half. Keep it in the bank, stuff it in your sock drawer, whatever it takes.” Barney sipped his cocktail, a Bourbon old fashioned. “It’s just how they are. I wouldn’t worry about it.”

While Fred and Barney talked, Fred’s lawn mower started screaming. The howling of the mower was loud even though it was in the shed. Fred and Barney got up slowly and slightly unsteadily and made their way over to his shed. As he opened it, he saw the mower, still tied to the little cart, screaming and crying. Its mouth was red and inflamed and blood poured from multiple wounds on its legs. It looked like the mower was trying to bite their legs off. Fred reached down to touch the mower’s legs and it snapped at him. Fred yanked his hand back.

“Did you see that? It tried to bite me!” Fred tipped his rocks glass back and finished his drink, a tom collins. The ice clinked.

Barney sighed and shook his head. “Just goes to show you, things aren’t like they were when we were younger. Once it’s dead, we’ll head to Gimblestones and pick up a new one. Folks have to go further and further out to find new appliances and they never last as long as they used to.” He patted his friend on the back. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll fix it in the morning.”

Fred stared at the lawn mower.

At the dying animal.

At the lawn mower.

At the dying animal.

“No.” Fred shook his head. “This isn’t right, Barn. It’s a living thing. Look at it, it’s screaming. I have to help it.” He reached for the mower again.

Barney put his hand on Fred’s arm, stopping him. “Fred. This is the way of things. This is how things are. This-“ He pointed at the mower. “-is how we have all this.” Barney gestures behind him towards suburbia, towards the rows of small houses with manicured lawns. “Your mower? Your washer? Those are the price we pay for progress.” He let go of Fred’s arm. “Come on. Let’s go have another drink. After, we can head to the lodge. By the morning it’ll be gone, and we can go shopping and get another.”

Fred looked at the mower.

At the dying animal.

At the mower.

He turned away from the mower and looked at Barney. “You’re right Barn. Let’s go get a drink and head out. This is a tomorrow problem.”

Fred closed the door to the shed and walked back inside.

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The young man stood outside the city. He watched a herd of Brontosaurus thunder across the plain. His partner had spooked them and as expected, they stampeded. Soon they would tire, and he could swoop in. If he was able to capture four of them alive, they could be repurposed in town, and he would make enough money to support his brothers and sisters for another month. He watched them carefully. The quarry. The quarry would buy them. His stomach growled. He had skipped breakfast and lunch to save money. One meal a day was enough, he told himself.

There. Those four. Two adults and two calves lagged behind the rest. He had hoped for four adults, but this was better. He’d get half again more for the calves. They lived longer, took to the yoke better, lasted longer. He kicked his heels on the ground and the jeep took off. Steering towards the animals, he readied his tranquilizer gun and leaned out the window. Today was turning out to be a good day after all.

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#jpitha #Myths of the Near Stoneage #the flintstones #fanfiction techncially #fanfiction

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