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faebirdie · 2 years

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request rules and character list

Before requesting a fic or headcanons, please make sure that you have fully read through these rules and assured that the character or characters you are requesting are on my writing list.

Rules:

I am currently only writing fics based off of prompts

Headcanon requests don't need a prompt

If the request is for a prompt, please do not send in a bunch of extra plot requests with it, as this really limits my ability to be creative in my writing

If you send in a request for a fic please include the prompt number (unless the prompt doesn’t have a number), the prompt itself, the character you are requesting, and your preferred pronouns

Only request fics or headcannons when requests are open. If requests are not open I will delete the request

Only request for characters that I write for

Just because I used to write for a character does mean that I do anymore. The current list of characters I write for is below

Please don’t pester me about when your request will be finished, it will only make it harder for me to find the motivation to write

I won’t fill any requests that I am not comfortable with and I am under no obligation to give an explanation for why something might make me uncomfortable

I do not write about eating disorders, self harm, suicidal ideations, or other related topics as I find these subjects especially triggering

I have recently started to write smut, so feel free to send in smutty requests. All of the above rules still apply

I don't write watersports, ddlg/mdlg, or mlm smut. no shame or anything, it's just not in my wheelhouse.

Characters I write for:

Bridgerton:

Anthony Bridgerton

Benedict Bridgerton

Kate Sharma

DC:

Bruce Wayne

Clark Kent

Diana Prince

Jason Todd

John Constantine

Rick Flag

Selina Kyle

Extended MCU:

Bucky Barnes

Druig

Frank Castle

Jennifer Walters

Layla El Faouly

Loki

Matt Murdock

Natasha Romonoff

Peter Parker (TASM)

Steve Rogers

Valkyrie

Wanda Maximoff

Xu Xialing

Yelena Belova

Peaky Blinders: (on hold until the i finally actually watch the new season)

Ada Shelby

Alfie Solomons

Gina Gray

Michael Gray

Thomas Shelby

Star Wars:

Boba Fett

Cassian Andor

Din Djarin

Fennec Shand

Han Solo

Kylo Ren

Poe Dameron

Rey

Stranger Things:

Nancy Wheeler

Steve Harrington

Eddie Munson

The Umbrella Academy: (on hold until i finally watch the new season)

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Viktor Hargreeves

The Witcher:

Geralt of Rivia

Tissaia De Vries

Triss Merigold

Yennefer of Vengerberg

Xmen:

Alex Summers

Axel Cluney

Erik Lensherr

Ororo Munroe

Warren Worthington III

Miscellaneous:

Gordon Merkel

Jay (Okja)

John Wick

Spencer Reid

Takeshi Kovacs

Poly Relationships:

Anthony Bridgerton x Reader x Kate Sharma

Boba Fett x Reader x Fennec Shand

Bruce Wayne x Reader x Selina Kyle

Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers

Eddie Munson x Reader x Steve Harrington

Gina Gray x Reader x Michael Gray

Nancy Wheeler x Reader x Steve Harrington

Rick Flag x Reader x Takeshi Kovacs (Bionic Exile Universe)

Geralt of Rivia x Reader x Yennefer of Vengerberg

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kwebtv · 2 months

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Super Force - Syndicated - October 5, 1990 - May 26, 1992

Science Fiction / Action / Adventure (48 Episodes)

Running Time: 30 minutes

Stars:

Ken Olandt as Zachary Stone

Larry B. Scott as F.X. Spinner

Patrick Macnee as E. B. Hungerford

Lisa Niemi as Captain Carla Frost

Musetta Vander as Officer Zander Tyler

Antoni Corone as Captain Avery Merkel

R. Emmett Fitzsimmons

Marc Macaulay as Buddy

Tom Kouchalakos as Merkel

G. Gordon Liddy as Tao Satori

Ginger Lynn as Crystal

Donald Moran as Punk

Marshall R. Teague as Frank Stone

#Super Force #TV #Syndicated #Science Fiction #Action #Adventure #1990's #Ken Olandt #Larry B. Scott #Patrick Macnee

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brookstonalmanac · 10 months

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Birthdays 7.17

Beer Birthdays

James Pawley Dawes (1843)

Anthony Straub (1882)

Joshua Bernstein (1978)

Five Favorite Birthdays

James Cagney; actor (1899)

Erle Stanley Gardner; writer (1889)

Vince Guaraldi; jazz pianist (1928)

Peter Schickele; music comedian, composer (1935)

Donald Sutherland; actor (1934)

Famous Birthdays

Berenice Abbott; photographer (1898)

Shmuel Yosef Agnon; Ukrainian-Israeli writer (1888)

Ron Asheton; guitarist and songwriter (1948)

John Jacob Astor; zillionaire (1763)

Lou Barlow; guitarist and songwriter (1966)

George Barnes; guitarist and songwriter (1921)

Alexander Gottlieb Baumgarten; German philosopher (1714)

Luc Bondy; Swiss film director (1948)

Tim Brooke-Taylor; English comedian (1940)

Mark Burnett; television producer (1960)

Geezer Butler; English bass player (1949)

Diahann Carroll; actor (1935)

Niccolò Castiglioni; Italian composer (1932)

Elizabeth Cook; singer and guitarist (1972)

John Cooper; English car designer (1923)

Chris Crutcher; writer (1946)

Spencer Davis; rock musician (1942)

Paul Delaroche; French painter (1797)

Phyllis Diller; comedian (1917)

Cory Doctorow, Canadian author (1971)

Lyonel Feininger;, German-American painter (1871)

Lionel Ferbos; trumpeter (1911)

Wolfgang Flür; German musician (1947)

Wendy Freedman; Canadian-American cosmologist and astronomer (1957)

Elbridge Gerry; politician (1744)

Sergei K. Godunov; Russian mathematician (1929)

Gordon Gould; laser inventor (1920)

David Hasselhoff; actor (1952)

Hermann Huppen; Belgian author and illustrator (1938)

Bruno Jasieński; Polish poet and author (1901)

Scott Johnson; cartoonist (1969)

Darryl Lamonica; Oakland Raiders QB (1941)

Nicolette Larson; singer-songwriter (1952)

Thé Lau; Dutch singer-songwriter and guitarist (1952)

Georges Lemaître; Belgian priest, astronomer, and cosmologist (1894)

Art Linkletter; humorist (1912)

Pierre Louis Maupertuis; French mathematician and philosopher (1698)

Robert R. McCammon; author (1952)

Angela Merkel; German chemist and politician (1954)

Craig Morgan; singer-songwriter and guitarist (1965)

Luis Munoz-Rivera; Puerto Rican patriot, poet (1859)

Frank Olson; chemist and microbiologist (1910)

Barbara O'Neil; actor (1910)

Mary Osborne; guitarist (1921)

Quino Spanish-Argentinian cartoonist (1932)

Christiane Rochefort; French author (1917)

Jason Rullo; rock drummer (1972)

Jimmy Scott; jazz singer (1925)

Ephraim Shay, American engineer (1839)

Phoebe Snow; singer (1952)

P.J. Soles; actor (1950)

Red Sovine; country singer (1917)

Christina Stead; Australian author (1902)

J. Michael Straczynski; writer (1954)

Mick Tucker; English rock drummer (1947)

Isaac Watts; English hymnwriter (1674)

Alex Winter; actor (1965)

#Birthdays

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salimsellami · 1 year

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La confession de Merkel sur la duplicité des accords de Minsk : La guerre froide 2.0 devient plus froide

« L’Allemagne est Hamlet », a écrit un jour Gordon Craig. Le grand historien de cette nation (1913-2005) était connu pour ses résumés percutants de ce genre, des aperçus qui jettent une lumière sur les recoins les plus profonds de la psyché allemande, sur ce qui les fait vibrer. L’Allemagne est-elle tournée vers l’ouest, vers l’Atlantique, ou vers l’est, vers la masse continentale eurasienne ?…

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dr0mabuse · 1 year

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Das Young-Global-Leaders-Programm des WEF ist ein Projekt der CIA

Jochens SOZIALPOLITISCHE NACHRICHTEN In den USA ist ein sehr gut recherchierter Artikel erschienen, der aufzeigt, dass das Young-Global-Leaders-Programm des WEF ein Nachfolgeprogramm eines ähnlichen CIA-Projektes ist, das seinerzeit von Henry Kissinger gegründet wurde. Bekannte Staatsoberhäupter wie Angela Merkel [Deutschland], Tony Blair, Gordon Brown (Großbritannien), Victor Orban [Ungarn],…

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anastasiaskarsgard · 2 years

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Happy destruction

Gordon Merkel was not having a good night. Scratch that. The whole week had been an utter shit show. This was just the absolute most annoying way to end it.

“Why am I always chosen for these assignments? I’m not the youngest agent and I definitely don’t enjoy the music.” He complained into his phone.

Looking around, it was hard to believe that anything was going on. The endless warehouses in every direction, and sub par lighting hardly helped illuminate the area. Not that anyone would want to look at the gray block walls or dirty concrete, but it left a lot to be desired. If it weren’t for the pounding telltale bass, he’d swear he was in the wrong place.

“That’s exactly why you’re the best man for the job. You won’t get distracted by the pretty lights, and I don’t have to mention avoiding the scantily clad women as well.” His boss chuckled over the secured line. “It should be so loud, no one will even notice he’s dead till you’re long gone. I will be waiting on the confirmation.”

With that, the line went dead and Merkel stepped out of his vehicle. Glancing around, he lit a cigarette and took a deep inhale. Letting the nicotine calm his frazzled nerves, he closed his eyes, wishing for silence. He hated being an assassin. He’d much rather gather intel or get documents. He had no issue with being support for someone else that he knew killed people. He just never was able to not be bothered by being the cause.

He loved his job. It definitely wasn’t boring and he felt like sometimes he was really making a difference, but then jobs like this came along and he questioned if maybe he’d given up everything for petty bullshit.

In his line of work, he couldn’t have any attachments. No relationships or entanglements. He wasn’t allowed to get close to anyone or offer any type of transparency to anyone. He constantly was moving around and changing identities, so even if he did make the error of getting attached, he put that person in danger from the enemy and his own organization as well.

He’d always been a lone wolf and liked his solitude. Women were never a challenge and only interested him for shallow carnal interactions. He’d never been infatuated or obsessed over anyone with a pulse. Work was his entire universe and he rarely second guessed it.

Except when he had to go in a noisy night club full of sweaty people, and seek out a needle in a haystack. To add some more aggravation, he had to take out a target in the organized chaos, and then get out before the army of idiot meat head bouncers took notice.

“What look are you going for? Fucking mobster ?”

Merkel’s eyes popped open and he turned jerkily to an apparent fairy girl. Long silken tresses, elaborate make up, drawing attention to large blue eyes and full pouty lips only added to the glittery bra and skirt finished off with large purple wings. What this stunning girl was doing in this area escaped him a moment before realizing she was likely there for the same club that he was. L

Not able to stop himself, he laughed heartily at the girls expense before asking her what the fuck she was. “Let me guess! The tooth fairy? Sparkle fairy? Am I close?”

The girl crossed her arms and glared. “This is a happy hardcore event.”

“Obviously.” He stated, gesturing to her ensemble with his cigarette. “Thanks for your concern, but I hardly think a designer suit will be looked down on in a club.”

“It’s a good thing you’re so pretty, cuz you sure are fucking dumb. How did a guy like you even hear about this? I hardly think it’s your scene.”

Not comfortable with all the questions, he dropped his cigarette and turned to make his way towards the underground club in the warehouse district and get this over with.

“It’s just you’re really gonna stand out and look like a cop or something, and then no one will like you. I’m all about PLUR. Plus you’re a very pretty boy.”

Freezing mid stride, he had to admit she brought a great point forward. If everyone in there looked like Ms sparkle tits right here, he would stand out and that was never a good thing when you were trying to get in and get out with little notice. But he really didn’t want to know what the male counterpart of her get up was.

Cursing his superiors, and his profession, he turned around offering his most playful smile. “Well then I hope you have some idea of how to make me acceptable. Make over maybe? I’m all out of wings and glitter unfortunately-“

“Lucky for you, I always come preparede!” The fairy girl squealed, reaching out and snatching his hand. “Come to my car and we can make you presentable! I have the perfect vision if you trust me.” Pulling him along, he couldn’t help but smirk at her enthusiasm.

“I have a hard time trusting people.”

“That’s sad but it’s ok. I will fix that.” She smiled back at him.

Lifting a single brow incredulously, he did a scan of the area to be sure she wasn’t leading him to a dark corner to get robbed by some amateur.

Stopping at a large Mercedes SUV, the cars lights flashed as the car seemed to sense her near. Opening the tailgate with a push of a hidden button, the back revealed an assortment of brightly colored accessories. “Jesus you weren’t kidding.” He mused.

“Take your shirt off.” She demanded as she began to paw through her items.

“But you havent even bought me dinner.” He teased as he began unbuttoning his shirt. He hadn’t really had any fun lately, and eventhough this girl was bossy, she seemed pretty fun. The more he looked at her, the better looking he realized she was as well. Underneath all the make up and glitter and wings was a very nice body and gorgeous face. His target may just be gifted with a few more hours. “Seriously though, isn’t it dangerous to meet strange men, lead them down a dark alley and get them naked?”

Huffing indignantly, she turned scanning his torso up and down, “I’m an excellent judge of character and you’re harmless. Not exactly a gentleman, but a good guy.”

Merkel bit back his scoff and just nodded in agreement. She really was just too cute. Terrible fucking judge of character however. “What’s your name?” He asked before he could really think about it.

“Lark. Yours?”

“just Lark? No last name?” He stalled, as he went through his aliases and tried to decide on the most fitting one for the city that he also was willing to throw away since he’d never be able to use it again. He had 5 different IDs on him, and was certain this place would card.

“Lark Stark. I know, it’s horrible. My dad and his sense of humor.”

Gordon’s stomach dropped, but his smile never wavered. His targets last name was Stark. He owned the place along with most of the rest of the warehouses in this district. He hadn’t been told what he’d done to become a target, but none of the people he went after were upstanding citizens. They were the worst of the worst. Human traffickers, drug lords, serial killers for hire, weapons smugglers, enemies to their countries and the list went on. He instantly looked at her more cautiously now. No children of the evil elite were innocent. At least knowing that fact, would make it easier not to feel guilty when he ducked her over.

“My name is nearly as bad. Bruce Wayne.” He needed to get rid of that alias anyway. Seemed like a funny joke at the time, but it stuck out too much.

Lark burst into giggles. “No it’s not! That’s funny. We both have superhero alter ego last names. I think we’re soulmates.”

“Obviously.” Full smile.

“Ok now let me finish.” She said before getting back to drawing all over his face and body.

It appeared she was just going to put brightly colored black light paint all over him and hopefully call it good.

Not really able to see what she was doing to him, he just decided to let her have her way. Besides, the more shit she put on him, the harder he’d be to identify. He couldn’t help but admire her face as she made the cutest look of concentration. Every time their eyes met, she’d blush adorably. He really wanted to fuck her.

Finally stepping back to admire her work, before jumping up and down and clapping, he was all set to go dance his little heart out with the gorgeous glitter fairy, and maybe even get his rocks off with her in some dark corner or bathroom. Since her dad owned the joint, maybe there was a secret room he could properly fuck her in. She really was nice to help him like this, and she seemed like she was a ray of sunshine, even in the darkest places. He at least wanted to show her some kindness in return. Make her feel as beautiful as she obviously is.

Right before he killed her dad and never saw her again.

Grabbing his hand again, she swung their arms and started telling him about the DJs playing, and a bunch of music he’d never heard of. He wasn’t really listening, just watching her face as she spoke. She was so hot. Too bad he’d never see her again after this.

Coming to a halt at a non descript door, she knocked a certain pattern, and turned to him smiling.

“I think the entrance is actually around the corner,” he said helpfully. He figured she was aware of that, but he wasn’t going to act like he knew anything about anything.

“Not when you’re with a VIP.”

He didn’t know what came over him but he reached out and pulled her to him so they were nose to nose. “You’re really pretty.” He breathed out before kissing her passionately. The door opened, but he wasn’t done. Nipping at her bottom lip before pulling away and turning to the shocked door guy, he tried to will away his erection that was speedily making itself known.

“Hi Bruno!” She shouted happily before pulling “Bruce” along behind her. “This is my boyfriend Bruce. It’s pretty serious.” Turning back, she winked.

“Might as well just say fiancé and go all out. Your ring clashed with your fairy look.”

Laughing out loud, eyes sparkling, she danced as she lead him along towards a large bar. “What would you like?” She shouted over the pounding bass.

“Surprise me!” He yelled back. Taking a look around his surroundings, he noticed several people were watching them. So much for not getting noticed.

“Are you a slut?”

Merkel would of choked if he had been drinking something. “Excuse me?”

“Are you a slut?” She asked nonplussed, “it’s just I don’t want to be seen with some pretty man whore that half the girls in the room have fucked and look like an even bigger idiot.”

Merkel for the first time that evening, considered the feelings of the girl before him. She was trying to put on a brave face, but she had obvious tells he was trained to pick up on. She had bitten her lip a bit so it was slightly swollen on one side, her toe was grinding into the floor, and a piece of her perfectly curled hair, looked like it’d been chewed on at some point. He’d noticed earlier that her cuticles looked abused as well. All signs of anxiety or some type of insecurity.

Grabbing her hand and pulling her into a hug so she could hear him in the ridiculously loud club, he soothed, “I’m not a slut, I’m not a saint either. I travel a lot and cannot be a boyfriend, but I would love to spend the evening with you. You’re extremely gorgeous and I have no expectations, I’d just really like to know you.”

Pulling back to see her face, she offered the most breathtaking smile that literally took his breath away.

Later he would look back and realize that right at that moment, he should of turned around, run away, and never looked back.

#bill skarsgard #Gordon Merkel #bill skarsgård fanfiction #atomic blonde #my writing

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