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icarusisstillflying · 2 years

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💥 writeblr intro 💥

hiii folks, this is gonna be my writeblr (hopefully we’ll see how motivated i am) so i want to do a little intro!!

about me

you can call me layne, or if u want to call me icarus, that works too

queer

they/them

disabled with like a million chronic illnesses

21 yrs old

i’m a college dropout with absolutely no plan ahaha

i work as a barista and am looking for music gigs on the side (i still need to get better at the music part oops)

currently reading: Harrow the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir

about my writing

i write mostly fiction/sci-fi/fantasy

almost all of my characters have powers or magic or aren’t even completely human

i like to write really cool fight scenes, i don’t care if they seem unreasonable, pretend it’s an anime idk. they have superpowers they can do anything

i like to explore the darker elements of these powers and worlds, so a lot of my work is nsfw bc of gore and stuff like that

like incorporating horror into my stories as well as just writing horror too

i write diverse characters and do the best research i can; if someone notices i’ve made a mistake or have accidentally written something insensitive, please let me know! i am always learning!

if i could draw i would make all of my works graphic novels as my choice of media, but alas, i am incapable of doing much more than staring at my tablet and getting angry when the picture doesn’t draw itself

my wips:

Generation Six

sci-fi, superpowers

a woman spends her entire life recruiting people known as Guardians to help protect the world from danger, but the biggest threat she’s ever faced is about to upend it all. not to mention the evil little shadow demon that lives in her head is constantly trying to overtake her and go on a murderous rampage. she’s a bit busy.

large cast, multiple povs

this series is on the back burner for now, i just am not sure where i want to go with it

an untitled pirate story

fantasy, magic gay pirates

the most feared pirates in the world is a crew of six people… and a magic cat? the captain is searching for the greatest treasure known to humankind, and she’d probably have it already, if they didn’t keep hitting all these roadblocks. seablocks? they’re on a boat.

small main cast

Murders of Crow Creek

western setting with supernatural/paranormal elements

a small town sheriff recruits an interesting group of people to help her solve a string of murders: a witch of the Dark Gods, a bounty hunter with a memory problem, a demon killer with a smoking problem, and a bartender with one arm and a hell of a lot of knives tucked in his boots. what’s the worst that could happen? ignore the all out war between gods that they accidentally get themselves into

small main cast

there’s ghosts, demons, angels, vampires, all sorts of supernatural beings just chillin in the wild west

personally love this one bc the main character, the sheriff, is just getting too old for this nonsense; she’s also a big time lesbian yeehaw

Kid Mother

sci-fi, post-apocalyptic

a disease has wiped out nearly the entire human population. if things weren’t already bad, this disease made it so that babies just. couldn’t be born. until one is. with the human population dwindling, and groups trying to speed up that process, our main character has to travel across the country with the first baby that’s been born in two decades so that scientists may be able to find a way to fix this entire thing. no problem.

very small cast

us vs the world trope

other info

i love answering literally any questions about my wips so pleeeeeaaaase ask away!!

i’ll probably also post any fanfics i write bc i have a lot of them, and i really need somewhere to share them oopsies

any advice about other places i can share my writing would be appreciated

please refrain from giving criticism unless it’s 1. constructive and 2. something i asked for :) sometimes i just Can Not Handle It

i do not tolerate any form of bigotry. if i see any clownery on any of my stuff, you will be blocked and reported. just don’t be an ass.

uhhh i think that’s about it? not sure what else to put in a writeblr intro, so if you made it this far, thank you so much! hopefully i will have more detailed posts about those wips up at some point before the year ends! follow if your interested, i’ll probs follow back :)

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#writing #writeblr #writers on tumblr #my wips #works in progress #writeblr intro #intro

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terriblestcrm · 3 months

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connections :)

angelina & ivy & fleetwood & honey & veronica & graceland all musicians or songwriters and could easily have friendships and opinions between the group especially about who they are dating or keeping around them at the time. fans, rivals, producers, songwriters, dancers, bands, the options are limitless. hell, journalist? chicken shop date shit? asmodeus & lila work together at the supernatural version of the good company. patrons, supernaturals in need, there's a lot of room to play with these two. bo & sawyer & maggie & sosh & tyler & libby laura & susanna & lori & ward & ingrid & nellie & drew obviously all live on the golden ranch, or have spent a lot of time at the golden ranch. rival ranchers? rodeo competitors? an ex from the past, buckle bunnies, the law, conservation officers, locals, a well of options. booker & rory & coen & josie are all part of the eden family. very messy. lots of connections to be had. significant others play best in this production, especially when coming from coen's corner. boone & claire & odyssey & lydia odyssy and lydia are close friends of boone, who slings weed, especially to lydia. claire disapproves of all three. someone buying drugs? a friend from a party? someone claire's chasing but who knows boone better, honestly, this can get really messy if we want it to. cobie & icarus & royal & millie & elena it's called the nepo club. you can be born into you, you can be adopted as a pet, you could try to save someone from the club. lots of space to play here. seeking additional nepo babies, someone from the outside, savior, pet, someone who got out of the life, just, there's so many options here? money can get you basically anything tbh. darius & francis & erik & lila all work at or are connected to the good company bar (nonsupernatural edition), or to the landon crime family. an assassination target? someone saved from death? someone owing the landons? someone looking for safety or protection from the landons? someone caught in a bad deal who has to be brought in? dima & lev & roman & lena & sasha three brothers, all working for koschei the deathless (which leaves a lot of room to mess around with) and two sisters, all working for the baba yaga (who has a longstanding rivalry with koschei) someone who's playing both sides or someone who works for one side but loves the other (hello romeo & juliet lovers), someone who is getting pulled into the life. halen & lita & alice hello dysfunctional and judgmental siblings. much drama. this is another where the significant other really can play well. these three do not play well together, so anyone walking into that is walking into danger. lena & madelaine & maryam all working in the medical field, easy to tie together actually. even easier to form connections with in that same field. doctor, nurse, tech, admin, patients, family of patients. hello hospital nonsense. koa & perry small business owners stick together. and frequently talk shit together over coffee or cosmos. favorite customers? worst patrons? connections galore. honey & poppy & romeo i don't know if you know that i love a set of siblings. meet the girlfriend? meet the boyfriend? meet the lover? please, the messes and miracles made with these three and their extended connections are a dream. winnie & lila sisters & witches who lead familiar lives, with different opinions. i would love to see some confrontation between a connection of these two.

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bending-sickle · 1 year

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Tagged by @thehorseofadifferentcolour in this “tag 9 people you want to get to know better” game <3

Three ships: crowley/castiel of supernatural, stiles/peter of teen wolf, thorin/thranduil of the hobbit. apparently, i have a type.

First ever ship: i feel like i should say buffy/angel but i was never really into it? so i’m going to say whatever the hell was going on between drucilla, spike, and angelus on buffy the vampire slayer.

Last song: “One More Night” by Maroon Five (because i watched this fanvid)

Last movie: Tár (2022), and i hated it. (here’s a New Yorker review that agrees with my complaints. the imdb reviews also seem to have watched the same movie i did. everyone involved in awards and nominations seems to have loved it, though, which?) i’d rather rewatch the whale which was a) amazing and b) made me sob the whole way through.

Currently reading: Down to Agincourt #2: It’s the Stars that Lie by seperis (Supernatural fanfic). i have some proper books in the “started but haven’t read in an age” pile (Robert Stallman’s The Book of the Beast and Henry James’ The Portrait of a Lady), so i can’t in good conscience count them.

Currently watching: the good eps with crowley in supernatural, because i miss my blorbo. (i do have better call saul and the walking dead to finish, and an ep of doom patrol on stand-by, and i recently devoured five days.)

Currently consuming: being consumed uhhh... whatever writing consumes.

Currently craving: fucking that old man. physical affection (dear fucking god someone hold me) and attention (i am the loneliest dumpling).

Tagging: @seschat, @icarus-suraki, @sylniabab, @notascreepyasyouthink, @pepperf, @navramanan (eta: @its-sorcery how could i forget you)

#ask box adventures #reasons why thehorseofadifferentcolour is awesome

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loudestcloud · 2 years

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Y'all, she is the love of my life, she is my everything, she will never leave my side, shes perfect, she's sexy shes sleek and- I'm talking about my Impala, ladies, gentleman, beings of heaven and hell here she is! My baby 💙💚

I just finished putting all the pins back in from getting pin back locks so I thought I'd clean her up and show her off

Pins 👇🏻

Left to right in the front window we have an original 1980 european tour Led Zeppelin badge, a Supernatural Join the hunt badge, a BROKEN 🥲 Death of a vampire by Alchemy gothic necklace pendant turned into a badge, A Supernatural Key of Solomon badge and a Icarus swan song Led Zeppelin badge (I think. I can't find this specific one online so i got no year for ya but its gonna be 1975-1980)

Left to right in the back window we have a bigfoot pin my mum got me when I had my TAZ phase, a Hawkins highschool badge from Norwich 2015, an official One Piece Mera Mera no Mi pin that I brought on ebay cos I don't support Oda 🤪, a stranger things Eleven eggs that was a birthday gift from my now estranged sister, a pride pin from Norwich 2015, a wildlife trust butterfly pin, an RSPCA badger pin, A Labrynth Worm pin that was a birthday gift from my now estranged sister and an official limited edition Animal crossing new horizons Tom Nook pin from my nice sibling

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jean-does-not-have-a-horseface · 3 years

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➷Icarus

Pairings: Dabi/ Reader, Hawks/reader

Tags: pirate au, mermaid!reader, human!griffin!Hawks, pirate!dabi, angst, lots of it<3

Summary: set in an early 1700s au, during a time where Pirates have began taking over the seas and for runaway prince Touya, piracy is the only escape. But after the most unexpected event, his life takes a completely different turn.

Are y'all proud of me? Look at me! I made an edit, AN ACTUAL EDIT. okay quick thing to say before I hop into this is that I absolutely love this with all my heart. Writing it is my therapy, I hope anyone reading finds joy in this. Stay tuned for the next parts.

The first intake of air that enters your lungs feels like poison.

Sweet, mellow, nectar like poison is what you think of it nonetheless, especially if it's the only price you have to pay to bat your eyes to the aqua color of the sky. Today in particular the sun is too bright, too hot, to proud to shine over the little specs of clouds that dare litter that eternally beautiful azure canvas.

You can literally feel the river of tears that begs to stream down your eyes. Your hair is sticking to your skin annoyingly, but you don't dare brush it off, the little pools of seaweed that you've used to accessory yourself with are ghosting around you, spreading and straying away as you shift to your back.

As you lay on your back, letting the water push you to the surface, your ears are happily halfway submerged to the water, the tickling sensation soothing you just enough. Your (s/c) tail lays flat on the surface, halfway submerged much like the rest of your body. You bend it slightly to the side, flapping your tailfin onto the surface softly. Sprinkles of water splash over your torso, eager to finally find their way back into the water, like a fished out fish, racing in a match against time and the vaporising power of the burning sun.

Absurdly you float, feeling your body spinning and twirling as the tides swiped you from place to place. The dazzling sparkles of light that shine onto the water are magnetizing your gaze, pleading with you to fixated them with a look as the sun slowly travels its path to what seems as a few inches away from its previous spot, to you at least.

Your hand shoots up, right above your head, idling between you and your view of the enormous, bright star, as your long fingers spread you take a peak through the fishy fins that join them together. There's a deliberately feeling of malice and loath as you look at them -you've planted the seed of hatred towards the feature, not so long ago- and the slight undertones of your sheer and much illuminated skin looking fins stretch under your brain's command. You've never thought about it beforehand to this, but they hurt when you spread them, kind of like reminding you that there's a limit to what you're vulnerable or not.

At least the skin on his palm, the skin between his fingers isn't joined like yours.

Ironically, it gives you a sense of freedom.

You've only seen him on his ship. Once. But that doesn't stop you from having a painted image of him in the back of your head.

He's a timid buccaneer with a long ultramarine cloak, dreamy cerulean eyes, raven locks so unkept under the loops of his low ponytail and a barbaric lust to cause chaos. In other words, the Captain of a pirate ship.

That's all you need to know to be fascinated with him. You never heard his name, you never heard anyone speaking directly to him, all you had was a moment in which you exchanged looks, you with your pruned up fear of humans and him with big, bounty charged eagerness to spare you.

Maybe that was what had fascinated you about him in the first place. No other pirate had ever spared a mermaid with such light heartedness and a weird bubbly feeling in your chest had foamed its way into your heart ever since.

It's only when you feel you're disassociating out of this hybrid body that an all familiar trill filled your water muffled ears. That was your cue to swim to the shore.

With one deep breath of the surface air you submerged your form into the water, wobbling your tail around to cure any drizzling numbness that could occur were you to simply swim right on the spot. Your hands sway over your face and spread into half circular motions as you flap your fins and tail prominently, rising your body just under the surface.

You only open your eyes when you feel like your bird friend is close enough above the surface. And when you lock eyes with his golden orbs you notice the sly smirk that paints his whole face.

"Race you to the shore?"

Knowing full well that he can't hear your voice from the surface you nod sharply and only once, signaling your acceptance of his challenge. Ruby red wings flap hurriedly from his back, rustling the waters underneath him. You only grunt, because it's unacceptable that he believed he could throw you off track by doing the minimal damage to your surrounding environment.

Even for someone as fast as Keigo though, it's hard time mess up with the tides, even harder to compete with one if the most excellent swimmers, a merfolk.

Your tails flaps dangerously, torpeding your body forward and into a tube of salty bubbles as you swirl all around while swimming. Your eyes are fixated on Keigo, watching his every move as you shift through currents, the fins of your tail occasionally scraping over slack rocks ever so slightly. Your heart is pumping in your chest as you watch Keigo flap his wings again, you spare him a grin that mimicks his own and he raises an eye brow at you, extending an arm and taking his body just a foot more above the surface of the water.

His hand submerges into the water, startling you enough to make you widen your eyes at the sight of it. Little trails of his speed form in white foam behind his hand as he moves forward but you notice how the flat of his palm comes to scoop over the back of your head.

Like hell you're going to let him win this tim-

Your whole body is shaken suddenly as you are guided to the left, then to the right, your eyes squinting shut everytime your tail painfully bumps into the thin distances between the sharp, spike mounds of rocks you had failed to notice.

"Easy there, you don't have to rip your skull open to keep up with the fastest bird alive."

Keigo smiles at you and wiggles his eyebrow to your direction more than twice. It pokes your ego slightly. This playful comment nudges with your merfolk pride and the raptor seems to enjoy it, it seems like it's funny to him to mess with the way you swim when you can't exactly do the same for him up in the air.

And it's only when his hands wrap around you leisurely through the water, seemingly avoiding to actually touch you, but only interested in the intention to cage you that you pout and close your eyes, ready to flap your fins once more. That's the only advantage you need to outsmart him and out speed him.

Nevertheless, before you even manage to execute the first flap to your master plan, Keigo is quick to lock his hands around you, on you. He's even quicker to pull you over the surface.

"That's not fair!" You squeal.

"Isn't it?" The blond chuckles "I thought that you would like to come in tie with me for once"

"You're-"

"Insufferable?"

You laugh at him feverishly, as thin salty bubbles form in the pits of your chest. The soft exhale that travels out of your nostrils is a hot puff of air against Keigo's wet, naked chest, but instead of wincing to the tingling feeling, you feel the pleasant hum of a chuckle vibrate from his chest to yours.

"More or less"

It comes out as a soft coo, another huff of air against his chest though this time it's impossible not to feel how your skin feels against his. But that's just you, you remind yourself. From your point of view, you eye across his chest, careful not to let your face touch him, but your fins are beginning to betray you, perking up furiously.

Keigo seems to notice the way you shift against his grip, but he doesn't cease with his smile. It's only when he lowers you far away from his body though still keeping you in his grip that you see a fragment of his expression slip into what could be seen as sorrow.

"You merfolk could never convince me you're superior beings, you almost crushed against rocks" Keigo laughs.

Surprisingly, this time your chest doesn't feel heavy.

Instinctively you let your whole weight fall on his arms -what are you to a supernaturally strong griffin anyway. You hang your hands on both sides on your body, bobbing your fingertips right onto the surface, dipping them inches into the warm body of water.

"Sorry, your only obstacles seem to be puffy clouds huh?" Your sarcasm is lost in the grander scheme if the smoothness of your voice.

"You could never outrun me, let that sink in" He says, kidding with his head to the shore "where do I drop you?"

"Here's good, the sunset's nice from here" You reply "and yes, I can outrun you that's why I was so feverish about it."

The monotony in your statement is in contrast to its context and Keigo raises a brow at you, though it quickly drops as you manage to miss it. It's too eerie, too complex for his own good to pry into the feeling he's getting from your behavior, but if he were allowed to, he'd talk about how you don't seem to be your usual self.

With a swift flap of his wings he lowers himself into the water, his lungs filled with as oxygen as hes believed he needs from only a second ago. His hands come loose once the sheer liquid engulfs him; he feels how your fins tap against the feet, tickling him to the touch as the moisture softens them up again.

He wonders, if that's how soft his feathers feel to others.

His eyes don't open in the water, more likely because he's diving for the split of a second. It doesn't feel like a life time, just like any other time hes felt time pass by when diving, but he's putting that on you. He won't admit aloud, but his heartstrings pull slightly at the thought of you rooting yourself into him.

At least that's how he feels. And his smile widens when you pop your head out of the water you and shoot him a glare of your most glistening eyes with your lips pressed together in a thin line. He flies lower, with the intention of landing and flips his body so that his legs are facing the sand underneath him.

"Ah, today's nice." He sighs the moment he lies on his side, his elbow popping just in place for his hand to cup his face.

"It is, isn't it?"

Keigo smiles but a hollowing heat spreads to his chest, it's though as he can feel the bones underneath the layers of his own skin. It's his choice to ignore the feeling, rather, he coos a little over to your side, spreading a wing to your side. Red feathers splash happily into the water as they submerge, causing him to scrunch his nose pleasantly to the feeling.

"Keigo"

His feathers perk at the sound of his name, little, ruby feathers spike to his heart's commands. Tenderly your hand shoots to the sharp edge of his left wing, brushing down a few of the stray hawk downs.

He twitches to the touch; with legs that turn stiff as the slim looking black claws of his toes pop, his body shudders the peculiar affection. Keigo isn't used to being touched in the way merfolk get all tacky with each other. Griffin hybrids aren't as sleek and affectionate with their younglings, rather, being physical is discouraged.

"Mmhm?"

The way he coos against you like a little chick though, can't be discouraged by anyone other than you. As more feathers wrap around you, shielding your exposed scaly body from the scorching of the sun. The talons of his hands reach out to caress the hair above your ear, running some strands through his fingers.

You don't dare speak yet. There's a blasting of emotions that's happening inside your chest that your lungs can't respond to. It's only that, your face is so close to his, your nose almost in sync with his. But his eyes didn't look at you in a way that had once seeked.

Heavy chest and a quivering breath, even underwater. That's all the Keigo ever gave you. With his charms, and the perky feathers on his chest and hands that cooked everytime you were close. The pluming wings on his back that reaped the skies in a single flap; a creature worth of a mermaid's love was either worthy or atrociously mischievous, wasn't that the old saying?

And there was a time where you had been in love with him. A time where you had thought that mating for life with the griffin would be the right for you. Many merfolk had swam the path before, many had contributed to the birth of those atrocious, deadly sirens as a species, but at a time, the thought of your own little siren with Keigo sounded like a fairytail.

And that was all it was. Keigo had his eyes on a fairy, then on a raven griffin from his friend's flock.

If Keigo knew of all the hot tears you'd shed first him in the past, would he have sought to mate with you?

Well now you didn't care.

You didn't care about the world of creatures ever since that day.

"Keigo-"

"Y/n-"

You speak simultaneously, almost letting out the hazardous intentions of your statements overlap each other. It only makes you want to giggle though, as much as Keigo seems to want to sit back and wait for you to speak, the sheer profanity that lays beneath what you're planning to ask is coiling the blood in your heart in the most endearing way.

"Can I go first?" You ask and Keigo nods into your eyes.

His golden orbs dont leave yours, not even for a second.

"Is walking hard?"

Keigo's first response is to cock an eyebrow at you. It seems like such a silly, innocent question to which he can't give a definite answer, still the little smile that creeps to the corner of your lips is convincing enough for him to think of one

"Huh?" He laughs as well but this time, his hand comes to rest leisurely over your cheek.

You share a look in silence. The pointy tips of his talons are merely touching your skin in small places, while he scratches tenderly around your skin. Your faces are only inches apart and although it should hurt that he's only a ghostly breath away, your heart stutters at the thought of you learning more about walking.

"I'd like to walk"

In your excited state, you miss the way Keigo snuggles his nose right next to yours, unbeknownst to you, you deny the way his lips beg to clash with yours.

"Keigoo, tell me!"

Keigo seems to sigh a little over his own breath. The little nibble on his heart is quick and gone before he gets the chance to even feel it, so he doesn't blame it on the lack of the contact he had sought for.

"It's like," He pinches his nose "I guess it's like standing but with motion, like when you grab into a rock and pull your body around it?"

"Do I grab on rocks?"

"No, you just stand on your feet. And move them like so."

"Interesting"

Keigo scratches the coarse hair on his chin, puckering his lips to the side of his face as he's trying to think. As if he's trying to out the pieces together.

"And is it hard to learn how to walk?"

"Well I'll tell you if you tell me why you're so interested in learning all these stuff!" His claw soughs slightly onto the sight of your face, forcing you to face him once again.

He's never seen you express concern about this particular subject. But as he guesses, most mermaids do from time to time.

Nonetheless, now is his chance to spurt out what he wishes to say, now that his nose is on yours again. Now that your lips as ghosting over his again, now that your palm reaches slowly for the harsh flex of his bicep.

"I-"

But once again he's cut off.

"It's for a friend. She saw this pirate the other day."

The words that slip so reluctantly off your mouth finally manage to peak Keigo's interest in what you're trying to say. The mere hesitation in your struggling voice is accompanied by the twirling of your tail around his legs. It's a struggle to get as comfortable as before, but Keigo gladly ignores anything that doesn't involve staring in your eyes.

"Tell your friend" Keigo pauses. His wings push you onto him further, trying to coo you in his consultations "a pirate isn't worth her tail."

"But why" You mutter against him.

An atrocious feeling in his gut spurs the moment you let the palm of your hand slip down and splash onto the water. The silent act of giving u accompanied by you hanging your head an inch lower, just so that your lips miss contact by what can only seen like a huge gap. To him.

"They're sick, and they're thieves and they murder creatures for bounty"

"They do?" You ask, terrified

"They tie them to their ships, they shoot them, anything to carry them back to their orm and sell them for money. Tokoyami barely escaped them."

"How will they know I'm a creature if I have legs"

Keigo sighs. The memory is enough to send chills down his spine and cause the feathers on his hands and feet to spurt absurd and proudly. Whoever this friend of yours is, they're out of their mind.

There have been merfolk who have rejected their nature throughout their centuries to nest with humans, only to grow sorrowful in their regrets that they chose to live such mundane, mortal lives. To want to be with a pirate, the worst of the worst, someone who could only die in a few years of being on a ship, was like disgracing the creature world.

Wait- he heard right didn't he?

"You?"

#dabi x reader #hawks x reader #dabi #dabi is touya #hawks imagine #hawks x y/n #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #my hero academia #dabi my hero academia #hawks #keigo takami x reader

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caseys-daydream · 3 years

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Books I want to read/re-read:

Mystery novel

The curious incident of the dog in the night by mark haddon

Poetry

The fall of icarus by Ovid

Fiction

The life of a stupid man by Ryūnosuke Akutagawa

supernatural romance modernist literature

The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov

literary-fiction novel

Confessions of a Mask by Yukio Mishima

Literary-fiction novel

Kokoro by Natsume Sōseki

folk tale

The Steel Flea by Nikolai Leskov

Poetry

Circles of hell by Dante

Fiction- novel

The setting sun by osamu dazai

Coming-Of-Age, Family Drama

The virgins suicides by Jeffrey eugendies

Girl in Pieces by Kathleen Glasgow

Perfume: The Story of a Murderer Patrick Süskind

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

This is where it ends by Marieke nijkamp

Nausea by Jean Paul Sartre

Burntcoat by Sarah Hall

A gentle reminder by Bianca Sparaacino

Daring to take up space by Daniell kopeck

Last night at the telegraph club by Malinda Lo

Normal people by sally rooney

#book plan #books #reading #bookblr #bookworm #tbr

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cassiecasyl · 3 years

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bittersweet surrender (everything is better now)

My first contribution for @whumpay2021!!

fandom: mcu relationship: Sam Wilson/Bucky Barnes warnings: self-harm, nightmares/flashbacks add. tags: Bucky Barnes has PTSD, Alternate Universe - Angels, Angel Sam Wilson, Angel Bucky Barnes, Recovering Bucky Barnes, Alpine and Redwing as their pets

prompts: Day 9 - gentle/brutal + Day 10 - screaming/silence

note: this fic is based on a headcanon i have about angel wings which i’ve previously written about in this series. I have pasted some paragraphs at the start for better understanding, but I still highly encourage you to check out the original series!

Read on Ao3.

“What are those lights?” Dean eventually asked, wonder and admiration on his face, an expression he hadn’t worn since his childhood was stolen.

“The plumage of an angel possesses a glow specific to the angel,” Castiel explained. “Sometimes, when the angel is around someone they especially trust and care for, this glow manifests in those particles. Nobody really knows what they actually are.”

“They look like fireflies,” Dean stated, but his eyes spoke of a question he was too afraid to ask. Castiel chuckled and agreed before he whispered a little word in Enochian, increasing the expression on Dean’s face. “What was that?”

The angel repeated the word, louder this time. “That’s what they’re called,” he clarified. “It means sparks of emotion, which is contradictory since angels aren’t supposed to feel. With the absence of a soul comes the inability to feel, but somehow, emotions found a way into our beings. These fireflies, as you call them, especially respond to strong emotions, but somehow they don’t resonate with hate, which is one of the strongest emotions. Usually, they show when an angel is around someone they,” Castiel made a quick pause, almost unnoticeable to those who didn't know him, “... love. Those little traitors.”

- After the Flight (The Meaning of Home) by @cassiecasyl

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The poison entered him from the veins in his left arm. It’s still bleeding from the impact, and Bucky thought he saw flashes of bone the few times he’s able to blink his eyes open. He groaned in pain, instictly flinching away from their hands, but his body lay still, obedient. It burned through his system, alighting his insides, flames infecting his body and soul.

Humans always thought of hell as a pit of fire you’re thrown into, or the stake they’d burned witches on. Bucky knew better. Hellfire devoured him from inside. The souls of future victims screamed a haunting melody as they burned.

He remembers being a comet. His wings caught fire in the wind, the Earth rapidly approached to greet him in a lethal hug. Feathers danced back towards the heavens, hopelessly holding out for a home lost.

The inferno inside reached them now, igniting them anew, as if they weren’t injured enough already. It blazed through his grace, touching the very essence of his being, triggering what should never be forced. Tiny blue orbs sprang from his plumage, fighting their artificial light, reflecting in the tears streaming down his face. No. They couldn’t.

A nasty smile echoes in his mind, darting around forever. His heart sinks as his love sings, but he doesn’t feel it. They jab into his arm, cutting something off. He is a machine, easily reconfigured. No. They fill him with foreign hate, and it burns what’s left of him. Blue turns inside out, ablazes in orange before glaring at him in red. Bucky screams.

He screams, but there’s no sound, so he tries again, and again, and again, to no avail. His body is no longer his own. They control the very air he breathes, control the function of his lungs. He could die, here and now, and his body would be none the wiser.

Blood fills his mind, darker than his corrupted sparks. It is splattered all over the place, all over his face and on his hands. He is shaking inside his stoic cage. A tainted feather falls onto the ground, further painting itself with blood. It is surpringly light, considering the state of his wings. They are darkened with ash and charcoal these days, and covered in the grey mud only snow produces.

Winter. That’s what they call him.

He comes when it’s most inconvenient, and leaves only coldness in his wake. Wherever he goes, suffering follows, and even the trees shake with fear. None of them hear him scream.

He tries and tries, screaming until he swears he can feel blood in his throat, and then some more. Louder. Nobody even flinched. Louder. Why didn’t his mouth move, why were his tears only an extension of hellfire? His eyes burn, but winter freezes him before a tear ever leaves his eyes. They are as trapped as he is. Bucky screams, because that’s all he could do anymore. He screams over the roaring flames and the souls haunting him. He screams, but it never passes the barrier of his skin.

Bucky screams.

He screams until another voice joins him. “Bucky!” It was familiar panic, or worry. Hands collide with his freezing skin, and it’s burning again, oh god, they’re burning him again. He doesn’t even remember what he did to deserve this. Bucky kicks and flails, blind because they control his eyes, but his body is his.

A scream thralls through his ears and he stops and opens his eyes, every nerve on high alert. The dark room seems familiar, but Bucky can’t quite place it. There are shadows playing with him, and the moon, ever the creep, smiles into the window. A night light burns on the nightstand on the other side of the bed.

Brown, worried eyes catch his. Bucky stills, breathing heavily. Sam. His wings are angled slightly in alarm, showing their light brown freckled underside. He relaxes as Bucky stares, the hellfire and ice slowly replaced with softer warmth.

Hazel fireflies surround Sam’s wings, standing out more now that he had closed them. On the upside, his wings are colorful; his primary feathers are black and white, covered by grey secondaries. In the middle, they meet his back in a golden brown, blending into his sepia skin. He is beautiful, hoping eyes a promise of home, sparks untainted by hate.

Bucky reaches out, daring to search for contact, for comfort, slowly enough to ask for consent. Silver light reflects on his metal arm, and he is back there, with them in his veins, no, cables, controlling, controlling, controlling. Bucky recoils, scared of what his hands will do when they meet Sam. He can’t hurt him.

He can’t, he can’t, he can’t—he already did. Red splotches obstruct his vision, much like the blood he shed when they first met. When the hate still fueled him, rage dancing in his bones, hellfire in his veins, so hot it’s freezing him. When his sparks were still tainted red, a supernatural beast scaring its next victim just for fun. Nowadays, they usually don't show at all. He’d lost them to the winter.

Though, he means to see their glowing eyes in the corner of his own. He shudders, unsure whether his body follows the motion. No. Bucky shakes his head as he fights against the ice in his lungs. He can’t hurt Sam. Not again. Blood fills his vision, or maybe the moon hides behind clouds, too scared of the monster he is. Too scared to witness a murder between lovers, because one can’t trust his mind. His mind that screams for blood.

Blood, blood, bloodbloodbloodblood—

Pain stabs through him and he stills. Bucky blinks, looking into worried eyes that break his heart. He’s so sorry. The air he sucks in is a weird mix of warm and cold, of dry heater and cold night. He stares again, and thinks that maybe a tear escapes his eyes. He’s still an angel, not a machine. Machines don’t cry.

His hand must’ve found his wings, because that’s where the pain pulses from, sharp and attentive. There’s blood on his hands, but it’s his own, so it’s okay. His fingers graze another feather, thumbling on it and pulling slightly. It was the only thing he could do. Tears run down his face, weirdly warm - everything he is, is frozen, so why aren’t they? - and dropping to his chest and he knows he can’t stop them.

His shaking fingers lose grip on his soft plumes tainted with blood, and he desperately tries to get it back, to get it under control again, to just feel what he deserves— A hand stops him, burning him with the contact. It’s not letting go, even as Bucky struggles against it, but carefully leads his hands forward, away from his wings. Bucky looks up at Sam, blinking through the tears and an apology on his tongue.

Sam wraps his arms around him and Bucky falls into him as he melts. “It’s alright, you’re gonna be alright,” he assures him, and Bucky latches onto it as he rides through another wave of tears. Sam’s warmth is so drastically different from the one he dreamed about— comforting, soothing, calm, safe. He nudges his head into the crook of Sam’s neck, breathing in his home and the sweet nothings Sam hadn’t stopped saying.

“Hey, remember when we were racing in the sky?” Sam asks as Bucky’s breathing steadies. He continues after a moment as it becomes clear that Bucky won’t answer—but the fallen angel doesn’t feel judgement coming from his lover. “And the sun kept hiding behind clouds, so you decided to be Icarus?”

Bucky chuckles. “And you almost flew into a bird,” he recalls.

“Almost,” Sam repeats, chidingly, but not without a smile in his voice. Bucky glances up at that. Before, he had been staring into nothing, too afraid to look the other angel in the eye, but now, all he could see was the homely beauty. The moon’s cold light clashed with Sam’s warm skin tone, darkening it like a sunset.

“Anyway, you flew past the clouds and you would’ve flown into the sun, if I hadn’t caught up to you in time.” Bucky grins up at him. He remembers that day. It was one of the the first time flying since he’d escaped, and the first time he’d made it that far up. By the time he was past the clouds he was positively basking in the sun’s glory and in happiness. And then Sam came, almost golden in the sun, and his luck had been complete.

“If you’re trying to use this story as a moral, it’s kinda working,” Bucky teases, reveling in Sam’s snort. Right when he wants to cuddle closer, they’re interrupted by an ear-shattering screech that’s trying to impale Bucky’s sensitive ears. Sam just sighs as the noise is followed by a cat hissing.

He rubs over Bucky’s right arm before he quietly stands up, and Bucky whines at the loss of contact, at the warmth leaving him. It’s cold without Sam, but he keeps the thoughts of winter at bay by ignoring the moon in favor of watching Sam open the door. He quickly ducks as Redwing shoots through the opening, and almost stumbles on Alpine in pursuit. The cat has his eyes keenly set on the bird, who is now circling the ceiling in panic, calling out again. Bucky chuckles.

He welcomes the cat as he jumps onto the bed and lies down next to his angel. Bucky’s hand automatically finds its way to the soft and fluffy body, petting him until purrs erupt. He laughs at Sam’s exasperated face as he tries to get his bird to land or just calm down in general.

“You really gotta teach your cat some manners, old man,” Sam tells him and he laughs.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Bucky grins innocently. Sam rolls his eyes in response, but the smile playing on his lips isn’t missed to Bucky. Redwing finally lands on Sam’s shoulder and the angel gently offers his hand to him. The bird nuzzles it, chasing the darkness it brings.

Bucky watches them. He’s staring again, he knows that he does it a lot - Sam keeps pointing it out - but he can’t help he lopsided grin his mouth morphs into at the sight of his family. Alpine had fallen asleep, his fur tickling Bucky’s belly. Right here, at this moment, he is happy. It is weird how fast his weird little family cheered him up.

Sam looks back at him, his dumbass bird on his shoulder, his eyes undecided between annoyance and love. He thinks his heart might burst with all the love it’s not used to holding. There’s a new light there, suddenly, blue and frazzling. Bucky blinks, trying to chase it from the edge of his vision. It’s just his mind playing tricks on him.

But then Sam’s whole face lights up. He moves forward slowly, as to not scare Redwing again, and sits down on the bed. Bucky quickly glances back to the side, and then does a double-take. There, caressing his damaged wings, are a few little blue orbs. He cries out in surprise, covering his mouth, tears returning to his eyes. This isn’t real, he tells himself. It couldn’t be. They’d turned them red, replacing all he had with their hate, but now his body is brimming with love instead of hell.

Bucky looks back at Sam, and sees understanding love reflected back at him. He reaches out, closing the distance between them until their lips meet in a kiss. The warmth is overwhelming, but Bucky doesn’t want it to end. He got his sparks back, he was no longer corrupted, broken. He was happy, sappy enough to cry joyous tears as he kisses the man who made all of this possible, who was the reason for all that was good in his life.

“Thank you,” he whispers in-between kisses, his heart jumping with every beat, dancing in love. Blinking blue mixes with soft hazel, creating a stylised night sky, completed by the colors of their wings. Bucky puts all the overflowing love into the kiss, his hands flailing to get Sam closer, and Sam returns the favor.

But then, Bucky moves the leg against which Alpine is resting. The cat wakes up instantly and voices his complaint in a confused meow. He breaks the kiss, softly chuckling into shared air before leaning back to take care of his fluffy child, leaving Sam to do the same with his feathery kind.

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taglist: (lemme know if you wanna be added or removed!) @starrynightdeancas @spookyscarykittycat @sherlock-who-mentalist @lost-lunar-wolf @aniridescentdreamer @aixabi

#sambucky #self-harm tw #nightmares #angst with happy ending #hurt/comfort #fluff #angel au #Whumpay2021 #my fic #tfatws

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[Part1], [Part2], [Part3], [Part4]

Okie last list of recs for this fandom hopefully.

#ONESHOTS

The Eldritch Sky by BookQueen04 [eldritch!27]

Not Just Another Icarus by Bleach_ed_Na_tsu [just the 10thgen parkour-ing]

a rose by any other name (would taste just as bitter) by heyimflamel [eldritch!27]

Two Halves of a Whole — Chapter 2&3: Failed Assassination Attempts!AU: 10th Generation by Little_Miss_Bunny [Civvy!27, All27?]

Care and Trust by Jenny1751 [27-got-trustissues]

Combined Bloodlines by FallenQueen2 [werewolf!27]

evaporate by sear [mist!77, threeshots]

The Lies We Tell to Make the World a Better Place by Mizuki99

A Switch In Time Saves Seven by Heir to the Sky [timetrav]

Daybreaks are beautiful by halcyonranhuer

Apathy by AutumnsFey [model!27, Iemitsu-bashing]

Flowers and Explosions Don't Go Together by zegez [27-not-decimo, gardener!27, twoshots]

#HPXOVER

In The End by MufuMufuSan [ghostlykinda!Hari, dimenstrav]

Wrong Sky to Ground the Flighty by EXION [reincarnated, Hari-is-18's lilbro]

Death's Gambit by Shadowblayze [sibling!fic, fem!Hari, reincarnation, Hari-is-Tsuna’s sis] !!!

Game On! by nordiamus [twin!fic, Hari-is-Tsuna’s sis, Rfem!Hari, gamer!AU] !!!

In This Balance of Time by Eirenei [FSN/FZ/HP/KHR quad-over, Sky!Hari, PreArco Era]!!!

Prince Belphegor's Guide To Parenting by AllThingsVaria and the sequel: Princess Hel's Guide to School [Fem!Hari, Hari raised by Bel]

Under Wing by reighost [Hari-is-Hibari]

La mia Stella, Il tuo Sole, Il nostro Cielo by CaptivatingLadySpinel [Rfem!Hari]

#MISCELLENOUS

Bonds Across Time by sakurademonalchemist [InuyashaXover, fem!27, 1827, timetrav]

Spirit Fire by sakurademonalchemist [ Yu Yu HakushoXover, fem!27, Yusuke-is-Tsuna's Aniki, Kurama27]

Sight Unseen by sakurademonalchemist [Natsume YujinXover, fem!27, Tsuna-is-Natsume, SkyArc!27]

Breaking the Guilded Cage by sakurademonalchemist [Natsume YujinXover, fem!27, Tsuna-is-Natsume, 27Natori]

Of Cities and Countries by Celeste_Sinclair [hetaliaXover, Tsuna-is-Namimori, twin!fic]

Ramblings of a Tired High School Sky by AliceKumori [R2718, fem!27, blogger!27, highschool!AU, GenZ 10th gen]

Everything Is Going To Be Alright by Sir Butt [Threeshots, ArcoSky!27]

With all due respect, sir (meaning none) by Nobodystormcrow [SI!Basil, BelBas, triple reincarnation reallife|naruto|khr] !!!

The Price of Fish by fringeperson [fem!27, X2718]

Contritum Caelum by 27x18 [fem!27, twin!fic, siblingbond!1002701, 1st gen]

Wide Open Sky by 27x18 [0027, fem!27, threeshots]

Cielo Perduto by 27x18 [All27?, fem!27, betrayal!fic]

You Can Mend My Broken Bones by Breakable Dolls [Threeshots, Tsuna-can-sew]

The Five Star Chef Decimo by JoyRinko (Joythea) [Threeshots, reincarnation, Quatro-is-Tsuna]

The stars incline us by bluegrass [TokyoghoulXover, Arcosky!Kaneki, PreArcobaleno]

Sometimes, The Sky Is Meant To Be Reached. (It's Never) by KainCrow [Kawahiracentric] !!!

Myths Among the Mafia by moonlightcarol [PJOXover, Twoshots, whos adopting who?]

Hell is Empty, All the Devils are Here by slyfoxcub [abused!27&10thGen, dark fic]

The Godly Sky by DCJoKeRHS [Sky!77, All27, multi-sky types!27] !!!

Flames of a Night Sky by sakurademonalchemist [MagicalGirl LyricalNanohaXover , variafamchaos, Tsuna-gets-Adopted]

Door to Destiny by sakurademonalchemist [kingdom heartsxover]

The Fire-Eyed Princess by sakurademonalchemist [Tsukihimexover, Arcueid-is-77, fem!27]

Breaking the Sky by sakurademonalchemist [dragondriveXover, fem!27]

Heart of the Soul by sakurademonalchemist [ghosthuntXover, fem!27-is-Mai, sibling!fic]

Blades of an Unlimited Sky by sakurademonalchemist [FSNXover, Shirou-is-Tsuna]!!!

Champion of Ouranos by sakurademonalchemist [fem!27-is-Haruka, timetrav, SailormoonXover]

Witchy Decimo by Music_Feeds_My_Soul [supernatural!AU, Witch!27, gore]

#fic rec #fic rec list #khr #crossover #sawada tsunayoshi #khr fanfic #i’m desperate enough to go back to fanfic.net #hpxover #harry potter #there’s always one of those in every list #honestly it don’t seem like a fic rec anymore #it’s where I placed fics that are just decent compare to other #I don’t wanna waste all my hardwork searching for those from the blasted ffn #so this is reasons t h e s e 4 lists exists #I won’t say which is abandoned WIP or complete since I want you to suffer the same way I did with the horror of no new chappies being made

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how-the-feathers-have-fallen · 2 years

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You want me to be happy? That thing that killed Castiel?

#shitpost #supernatural #spn #castiel #icarus' supernatural hell #icarus' random screaming

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oneweekoneband · 3 years

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In the first cold hours of a new December morning, Taylor Swift once again revealed herself to be the primary antagonist in my hero’s journey. Weary and woebegone as I am, I will not waste strength on any attempt to deny that this latest attack has knocked me off balance, but I believe it is important that I—we, really, the lot of us who have been bloodied pitiably beneath this most brutal show of force—rebound immediately into a defensive posture so that there might be any hope at all for survival. Taylor’s second pandemic album will be released at midnight tonight, so I guess Shakespeare and his little “play” about elder abuse can get fucked after all. The album is called evermore. It was hubris, I can see in retrospect, which led me to tempt my enemy by writing all these words about her on this, the week of her birthday, knowing as I do that Taylor is one of those especially dangerous adults who make a big deal about both birthdays and lucky numbers. Icarus is my name now, covered in melted wax and tumbling to the sea. So as to steel ourselves for these horrors yet to come, I offer now, with not arrogance but the faith of the foolhardy, my best conjecture as to the content of each detestable track.

willow - Could be about a tree. Could be about a girl. More likely it is both somehow, which is extremely pervy, and not just because that’s part of the plot of the unspeakably cursed The Raven Cycle novels, which I, a full blown adult with, generally speaking, normal brain function, voluntarily read for the first time this summer because some of us, ma’am, used the pandemic for activities that hurt only ourselves, not others. Well, happy holidays, tree fuckers.

champagne problems - Whatever this is, know that I will be considering it a work after Fall Out Boy’s “Champagne for My Real Friends, Real Pain for My Sham Friends” and I’ll be right to do so and many people will say as much admiringly and they’ll smile at me with pride and doff their caps as I go.

gold rush - If this song is anything but a loving, comprehensive summation of the children’s novel DEAR AMERICA Seeds of Hope: The Gold Rush Diary of Susanna Fairchild then I’m going to walk directly out of my home and, deadly virus be damned, keep walking until I’ve entered Taylor Swift’s instead, at which point I will begin to scream out a litany of complaints at the very top of my voice, ceasing only when her security team kills me or we fall in love.

tis the damn season - Worst case scenario this is a sad Christmas song (the best kind of Christmas song) and it devastates me in the most degrading way possible. Best case scenario it’s really bad and dumb and I can live without pain.

tolerate it - Many possibilities here. Could be about white-knuckling it through a period of depression, or a breakup. Most obviously, it could be about COVID-19 lockdowns keeping us trapped in our homes, disconnected from loved ones, going slow-brained and strange, bowls piling up, and suddenly so desperate for human interaction that even memories of having drinks with somebody from Hinge who quoted Friends twice in an hour are tantalizing in comparison to the touch-starved dreamstate of staying indoors... But I kinda feel like this is Taylor replying “COPE” from on high to my tweets about how I would rather be boiled alive than have to face the existence of this record.

no body, no crime (feat. Haim) - What would be very good is if this is a homosexual romp about Taylor Swift and the one hot Haim guitar girl with the really gay energy doing a murder together a la “Somethin’ Bad” by Miranda Lambert with Carrie Underwood, but honestly, it is probably another song about Gone Girl.

happiness - Impossible to speak on this since, thanks to Taylor Swift, happiness is something with which I have no familiarity.

dorothea - Have seen chirping on the odious bird application about how perhaps this song title suggests that Taylor has written a song about Middlemarch, titling it for Dorothea Brooke, but I reject this because it implies that Taylor has read Middlemarch, which is a premise I cannot accept. Whether this refusal is out of self-preservation, being unwilling and in fact unable to face a world where Taylor Swift read and was moved to creation by the novel which was my most essential friend the summer I got dumped by a guy who I still had to work feet away from in a candle factory for another month, and about which Emily Dickinson (Emily Dickinson whose birthday it happens to be today, which isn’t to say that this means anything about anything. I am simply trying to batten down all hatches literally and spiritually in light of having been had once again by this numerology obsessed demon) once wrote "What do I think of Middlemarch? What do I think of glory.” or because I just at my core do not believe that Taylor has read a single book since Gone Girl I couldn’t possibly say.

coney island (feat. The National) : Some ungodly americana ass bullshit that is going to ruin my life. The thought of holy terror shaped like a horse girl Taylor Swift and trickster nymph in the body of a tax accountant Matt Berninger, two individuals I have allowed, separately, to cause me grievous psychic harm, having even the barest amount of one to one contact, even digitally, has made me want to peel all my skin off and put it back on flipped inside out so that I might, when I look in the mirror, see a version of myself which approximates how I feel.

ivy - Another song for the plant lesbians. That’s fine, and I’m happy for that community, but what I want to know, looking at this growing pile of songs named after women, is where, Taylor, is the song about loudmouth queen Inez, legendary gossip and, for my money, the star of folklore?

cowboy like me - Putting it as mildly as humanly possible, to slit my throat would be less cruel. I am drawing a straight line from me writing illegible sequels to perfect film An American Tail: Fievel Goes West (itself a sequel) in crayon as a toddler, to Paula Cole’s “Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?” on the radio in my mom’s two door Honda, to me everyday after school in third grade changing into the cowboy costume my godmother bought, to me at fourteen internalizing a sense of righteous indignation that would take years to even begin to outgrow when Crash beat Brokeback Mountain for Best Picture, to the winter I dropped half my classes out of fear and sickness and read paperback westerns on the twenty third floor of the college library for tens of hours at a go, to the profoundly gay episode of Supernatural called “Tombstone” which is, yes, named for the profoundly gay cowboy film Tombstone, to the inspired and revitalizing pause in “Space Cowboy” by Kacey Musgraves where she’s like, “You can have your space........ cowboy”, to Mitski’s Be the Cowboy, to the perfect boygenius cover of certified classic “Cowboy Take Me Away”, to whatever the hell this is going to be.That line is not to make a point at all. It’s just that there is a line and beside it there is me, incapacitated.

long story short - Just like all the other times anyone has ever invoked this phrase in the entire history of human beings expressing themselves with language, it is going to be a huge lie, because this woman never shuts up.

marjorie - After all that Taylor has put me through over the years, she should have at least named one of these wretched things “ellen” after my dead Sagittarian grandmother, whose birthday is tomorrow, December 11th, which is again, the release date of Taylor Swift’s second album in sixth months, but it’s probably for the best that she didn’t because you simpletons would immediately think it was an homage to George Bush’s friend Dory the fish, and therefore gay, regardless of the actual text of the song, and it’d be the “betty” massacre all over again. That being said, this is almost assuredly another horny song about some mid-century white lady. Only days ago Taylor was telling Entertainment Weekly that she’s been watching a lot of movies in quarantine, and while she didn’t name 1958’s Marjorie Morningstar starring Natalie Wood, I wouldn’t put it past her.

closure - God, I hope this one is another Kaylor classic so we can all act like complete raving lunatics online from the confines of our own plague quarters for a few days. It’s been a hard year.

evermore (feat. Bon Iver) - I’ll be catatonic by this point. Who cares?

right where you left me - Yes, in hell.

it’s time to go - Yes, TO HELL.

#taylor swift #folklore

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My Good Omens Anniversary Fanfic List (May 2020)

So it’s one year since the GO series released, ate my soul, and spat it back out in the form of many, many words (er... 230k, according to AO3. Good lord.) Here is all the stuff I wrote during this unexpected deep dive into renewed fandom love! I am Atalan on AO3.

Multi-Chapter and Series (Complete)

Instructions Not Included (13 Chapters; 68k; Rated: T)

"They'll leave us alone. For a bit."

One year after the Apocalypse-That-Wasn't, Crowley and Aziraphale have settled into a new routine: keeping an eye on supernatural happenings in the world and preventing Heaven or Hell from interfering too much with humanity. It's not a bad job - despite occasional rains of fish - and if there are some unspoken things they really ought to talk about, well, they have all the time in the world now to get around to that, right?

At least, until the Archangel Raphael turns up on their doorstep looking for help... and it starts to become clear that the world is changing fast, and so are they.

Or: Crowley and Aziraphale start a detective agency. Shenanigans ensue. Slowburn continues. Apparently, there is plot. I have some thoughts about Heaven, Hell, and humanism. There will be stupid jokes and a healthy sprinkling of angst.

Notes: This one is going for as close to the tone and characterisation of GO itself as I can manage while telling the story I want to tell. There’s some light angst and relationship-building, the slowburn is VERY SLOW, but mostly it is (hopefully) a lot of fun with some interesting worldbuilding.

Pray for Us, Icarus (Series; 7 Stories; 65k; Rated: T)

Crowley didn't look up immediately when he heard the shop door open; he was just in the middle of finishing off a complicated bouquet, and the blasted ribbon was being difficult about things.

"Just a sec," he said, scowling as the end slipped away from him again.

There was a pause. And then a voice, softly, "There you are."

AU. For three centuries, Crowley has been reincarnated over and over as a human with no memory of his past. Aziraphale has tried to find a way to restore him to his true self, but all he seems to do is hurt them both. This time, he only means to steal a brief moment when he walks into Crowley's flower shop. But Crowley can't let it go...

Notes: VERY HEAVY ANGST, including character death (albeit temporary), shifting to hurt/comfort and an eventual happy ending. The happy ending is, I hope, worth the pain, but you have been warned.

Untitled Stardew Omens Fic (6 Chapters; 43k; Rated: E)

Human AU. Crowley has decided to give up on life in the city and move to the countryside. Aziraphale is intrigued by the new arrival in Pelican Town. Fluff ensues in such enormous quantities I am compelled by law to recommend a dental check-up after reading.

A series of Good Omens/Stardew Valley ficlets based on thunderheadfred's "Stardew Omens" mod (which replaces Harvey with Aziraphale as the town doctor). Knowledge of the game provides some additional context for the NPCs etc but really it's all about the ineffable farm romance here.

Notes: The antidote to Icarus, this is all fluff, no angst, everyone is just happy, it’s all fine. I really didn’t expect it to be as popular as it is - I thought people would be put off by the crossover aspect, but apparently ineffable farm fluff transcends such details.

Starstruck (5 Chapters; 25k; Rated: T)

Aziraphale wasn't one of the angels tasked with creation. He wasn't ever expected to create anything new, but as it happened, he already had, though no-one (including him) realised it.

He had, completely on his own and with very little fuss, invented being desperately, hopelessly in love with someone who didn't even know his name.

AU. Aziraphale gets a shock when he runs into the Archangel Raphael in the Garden, especially since he's calling himself "Crowley" and pretending to be just any old ordinary angel. Meanwhile Crowley just wants someone to appreciate him for himself without all the convoluted power games of Heaven...

Notes: The start of an extremely self-indulgent “royalty who doesn’t want to be royalty and falls in love with a commoner” AU series, only with Archangels in place of Princes, Crowley as Raphael, and Aziraphale with a crush the size of Alpha Centauri. Fluffy yearning, angst, and Crowley’s ongoing existential crisis due to NOT Falling.

Oneshots and Shorts

One Night in Bangor (And The World’s Your Oyster) (17k; Rated: E)

"All right, I know I'm going to regret asking this," Aziraphale says. "What exactly does this wager entail?"

Crowley grins like the cat that not only got the cream but has absconded with the entire cow. He grabs the bottle and swigs straight from it despite Aziraphale's tut of disapproval.

"The pot goes to whichever demon can get an angel into bed by the end of the evening."

AKA The Fic That Tumblr Made Me Write. Heaven and Hell share a corporate party once per millennium. This time someone's had the bright idea of issuing a challenge to the demons of Hell. Crowley has no intention of missing the opportunity; Aziraphale's just enough of a bastard to make him work for it.

Notes: A very silly premise that I challenged myself to keep as in-character and in-tone as possible. Easily my most popular fic. It’s pretty damn funny though I do say so myself.

The Mirror Crack’d From Side to Side (4.9k; Rated: T)

Aziraphale is sure this isn't right. He's sure he remembers wisps from a world that hasn't been made yet: a bookshop and a restaurant and a park and... someone else. But this is Heaven, before the Beginning. How can he possibly remember anything? How can he possibly feel like he's lost everything?

Notes: Woke up one day with this in my head and wrote it all in one go because it wouldn’t let me rest. My take on “Aziraphale and Crowley knew each other before the Fall”, with a twist. Kind of angsty-poetic, happy ending, mostly made of stars and feels.

Playing With Fire (2.6k; Rated: T)

AU. Crowley catches Agnes’s last prophecy instead of Aziraphale getting it. Unfortunately, he was never as good at solving crossword clues and jumps to the exact wrong conclusion...

Notes: Written for the Ineffable Con Zine (October 2019) - very short by my standards, just a little AU idea that I wanted to play with. Not nearly as angsty as it sounds.

Unexpected Variables (1.2k; Rated: T)

The Beginning Of The World isn’t going quite the way it’s supposed to, mostly because Aziraphale and Crowley can’t keep their hands off each other.

Notes: Written for the Ineffable Con Zine (October 2019) - a silly, fluffy little thing inspired by my encounters with the infamous “they just want to be kissing” phenomenon while trying to write other fic.

By Grace (2.2k; Rated: G)

Things that are written can be crossed out, and things that are crossed out can be written all over again, as long as you're willing to put in the work.

Notes: A teeny tiny soulmate/soulmark AU idea. Bittersweet but a hopeful ending.

Two by Two (496; Rated: G)

Crowley missed a rather important memo on the mechanics of species proliferation.

Notes: This is so short and silly I originally didn’t even plan to upload it to AO3, but everyone LOVED IT - it’s my most popular tumblr post ever - so here we are. The “why does Crowley think one unicorn is enough to propagate the species” ficlet.

Upcoming

I’m not done yet. :p

Best Served Cold (~10 chapters, Rated: T)

Sequel to “Instructions Not Included”. Crowley has a very bad day at the office, an old enemy resurfaces to cause problems on purpose, and Aziraphale might actually have to confront his mixed feelings about Heaven and God this time around.

[Untitled] (~5 chapters, Rated: T)

Sequel to “Starstruck”. Aziraphale has been stationed permanently on Earth and is waiting hopefully for Crowley to come back. Crowley‘s still smarting from the Apple Incident and afraid of causing more harm, but in the end, he can’t stay away. Biblical stuff happens, the two of them are about as competent as they ever are in dealing with it.

The Rose and the Serpent (~10 chapters, Rated: M/E)

AU, retelling of “Beauty and the Beast”. Quite honestly, sending Aziraphale off into the forest to be held hostage by a giant snake in a cursed castle isn’t even the worst thing Gabriel’s ever done to him, and at least it means a change of scene. But then neither the snake nor the castle turn out to be quite what he’s expecting...

#good omens #ineffable husbands #fanfic #my fic #atalan #ao3 #aziraphale #crowley #instructions not included #pray for us icarus #untitled stardew omens fic #starstruck #au

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Masterlist

So, welcome to my master list. It will be updated every few days. Gifs are not mine, they belong to their creator!

Dean Winchester

Ripped at every edge - Dean x Neutral!Reader. After a hunt gone wrong, Sam and Dean fight. As soon as Sam leaves the room you have to pick up the broken pieces of Dean Winchester. Based on ‘Colors’ by Halsey.

Two little letters - Dean x Fem!Reader. With Dean’s help you manage to escape an abusive and unhealthy relationship. You live a happy life until your past catches up with you. A chain of unfortunate coincidences leads to a heartbroken Dean. Will you be able to save your relationship? (requested)

Stitches - Dean x Fem!Reader. Y/N is in love with Dean, unbeknownst to him. During a hunt he saves her and risks his own life. He nearly died and now you have a grumpy, on the floor bleeding hunter sitting on your bed and you are just about to explode. (requested)

Sweet as marshmallows - Dean x Male!Reader. Things get heated between you and the elder hunter after a dangerous Wendigo hunt. (requested)

Icarus - Dean x Reader. You‘re an unworried person who is always optimistic and such a sharp contrast to your secret crush Dean. You have to show Dean that he mustn’t carry the world‘s pain on his own shoulders. Sometimes you just gotta live a little. Skinny dipping is the solution.

Verity - Dean x Neu!Reader. During her last breath, the witch had taken revenge. Things get interesting when Dean’s hit by a truth spell. Unfortunately, it is not easy to hide a secret if you always have to tell the truth. But that doesn't explain why Dean is avoiding you all the time, does it?

Sam Winchester

You’re a hooker, sweetheart - Sam x Reader. You’ve always had a thing for the younger Winchester brother. Ever since you first met Sam and his cute smile. But you were always too afraid of confessing your crush to him. One day he hooks up with a random girl after a hunt. That’s when you’re having it! You’re tired of suppressing. What will Sam have to say? (requested)

Suspirium - Prof!Sam x Fem!Reader. You’re in your last year of your Classics and Modern Languages studies and you’re majoring in Latin and English. Then you get assigned to a different Latin teacher. And damn, he loves his subject. Too bad that he’s also hot. What is just a childish crush soon develops into something way more complicated.

Castiel

That’s the thing with nightmares - Cas x Neutral!Reader. Sweet Castiel comforts you after a terrible nightmare which leads to lots of cuddles.

Heavenly touch - Cas x Fem!Reader. You’re in your last year of high school. But nothing goes according to plan. While your older brothers are hunting demons down you have to attend school in whatever forsaken town they drag you to. You are bullied because you have no boyfriend, no sexual experience and you not even have had your first kiss yet. Dean doesn’t get your problem and Castiel is curious. That won’t end well.

Forget me not - Cas x Fem!Reader series. Cas was your guardian angel and best friend. He protected from everything that tried to harm you as a child. But a terrible accident caused him losing you. Years later, you’re still determined to find your guardian angel again. What happens when you meet him under unexpected circumstances?

Glooming hearts - Cas x Fem!Reader. The one time Dean plays matchmaker for his socially awkward friend and an angel who is just as worse. It’s funny and maybe he gets a lot more involved than he wanted to. Both have no experience with dating and Dean likes watching how the chaos he caused envolves around him. What could possibly go wrong? (requested)

Conversations in the dark - Cas x Neu!Reader. Nothing’s real if it happens in the dark. That’s what your mother told you about nightmares. But you’re hunter and you know that nightmares exist in the daylight, too. Your relationship with Cas isn’t always easy. However, in moments of doubt it’s good you have each other. Because that’s all that really matters.

Other SPN characters

Another love - John x Fem!Reader. You had a wonderful thing with John Winchester. One night he leaves without coming back.

Beware of the daddy - John x Fem!Reader. The reader gets drunk in a bar and doesn’t want to be alone at night so she is searching for an one-night stand. She finds a good-looking guy, but suddenly she ends up in a dicey situation. John comes to the rescue. (requested)

SPN Actors

Lullabies - Jensen x Fem!Reader. Jared x Fem!Reader. You're pregnant. Every couple would be happy to hear these news. Don't get me wrong, you're happy. Only problem is you have no idea who the father is... It‘s either Jensen Ackles' baby or the one of Jared Padalecki. The two men don't know about the big news yet. How will they react? Part 2 here. (requested)

Adorkably - Jensen x Neu!Reader. After you had a stunt accident on the Supernatural set, your leg is broken and you have to stay in bed while being on some high painkillers. Good thing, Jensen takes care of you. Well, in his own dork way anyways… (requested)

Nightcrawler - Jensen x Neu!Reader. Jensen and you never got along well. But when a stunt accident almost caused him losing you, everything changes. What will Jensen have to say if you wake up? (requested)

Cloudbursts - Jared x Neu!Reader. You were determined to do it. You never told anyone about your fear and you wouldn’t let it bring you down to your knees now! Not in front of all these people! Well, the anxiety attacks were an obstacle you didn’t think of... (requested)

Rock 'n' Roll, baby - Jensen x Male!Reader. Jensen has always been such a flirt. There has always been a chemistry between you that neither of you can deny. But no-one makes the next step. What is only a flirt for fun soon turns out to be more. (requested)

Love and hair - Jensen x Daughter!Reader x Jared. Part 2 to Lullabies. Set 18 years in the future. Reader wants to know who her biological dad is. (requested)

An apple a day - Doctor!Jensen x Fem!Reader. You were just having a bad day, that’s it. I mean, dislocating an arm while carrying cartons into your new apartment? That could happen to everyone. But intentionally miss three vaccination appointments? That could only happen to you. If only the doctor wasn't so cute... (requested)

Skies are different in Vancouver - Jensen x Neu!Reader. You have a hard time while your finance is in Vancouver for three months. However, you know that Jensen will always return to you in the end. (requested)

Hot as hell heaven - Misha x Neu!Reader. Filming can be quite dangerous sometimes. Good thing you have your personal doctor. (requested)

#masterlist #supernatural #spn #reader insert #dean winchester #dean x reader #sam winchester #sam x reader #castiel #castiel x reader #jensen ackles #jensen ackles x reader #jared x jensen #jared paladecki #jared x y/n #misha collins #misha collins x reader #requests

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creations-of-a-potato · 3 years

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Aesthetic/Moodboard Masterlist

The list is in alphabetical order. Strikethrough means it’s been queued. Bold means it is a link. Link will take you to the post.

[5/16/21] - Updated with recent-ish posts and minor formatting changes. Info on ordering added.

[10/8/21] - Updated with Archangel week posts. Will be updated again after the queue posts.

Fandoms:

Alice, 2009

DC Comics & Marvel Comics

Final Fantasy

Kid Icarus

Kingdom Hearts

Merlin

Supernatural

Unnamed Work (personal creation)

INFO AND LIST UNDER READMORE

Unless otherwise stated next to the first line, there is only one aesthetic/moodboard image for it.

EX:

Supernatural

Dean Winchester (x3)

Role Swap

Role Swap, Poem Series (x2)

Delilah

Reverse Verse

Instead of having it say (x1) for 80% of them, I only note when there’s multiple.

Multiple Versions will be noted with an asterisk (one for each version) to keep the list from getting too dense.

I also have multiple versions for the same image, with there being only one or two images different or a higher quality picture was found. For example, I have 3 versions for Aderyn Maddox. The first version and the second version have one image completely changed, one moved to the side a bit, and two replaced with higher quality versions. Versions 2 and 3 has one image completely changed and one zoomed out. Unless requested, the most recent version is the one I’ll post. I mainly keep the old versions as source material more or less.

Multiple versions will be noted, largely for reference, but can be requested, although depending on how low quality I find the earlier versions requested, I may refuse to post that one entirely. That’s not likely though, for the most part, I like most early versions.

I apologize if the ordering is confusing, let me know if it is and I’ll try and figure out a better way to list them.

Alice, 2009

Hatter

March

DC Comics & Marvel Comics

Aderyn Maddox - OC ***

Ash Dioli - OC

Ava, Billy, Kaldur, Klarion - Relationship (x6)

Ava’s Square

Billy’s Square

Kaldur’s Square

Klarion’s Square

Grouped **

Danny & Katherine Cooper - Relationship

Dick Grayson **

Harrison & Morgan - Relationship **

Jason Todd

Katherine Cooper - OC

Kina - OC ***

Klarion the Witch Boy

Lilja Brand - OC **

Lillian Allen - OC **

Morgan Jordan - OC **

Final Fantasy

Lirael - OC **

Kid Icarus

Pit (x2)

Cheery

Gen

Pit & Dark Pit

Kingdom Hearts

Demyx

Merlin

Gwynedd - OC

Supernatural [NOTE: this ordering’s more screwy, sorry. Side effect of how specific the boards get. They’re separated by Person/Relationship with the AU Name next and then (if it gets more specific) another descriptor]

Abaddon/Ella

Hell Swap

Abaddon

Hell Swap

Abe

Role Swap

Abel (x5)

Common

Different Archs (x2)

Post Resurrection

Choking on it

Remembering

Main

Pre Death

Role Swap

Pre Death

Abel & Cain - Relationship (x7)

Common

Main (x4)

Answers

Home

Reasons

Regret

Twin Marks AU (x2)

Together

Weapons

Abel & Israfel - Relationship

Main

Adam Milligan

Asexual

Adam of Eden

Gen

Angels (x17)

Abariel

Abathur

Adnarel

Amatiel

Barachiel

Behemiel

Cupra

Dara

El Auria

Idrael

Rachmiel

Rahab

Sadriel

Seraphiel

Temeluch

Uriel

Zadkiel

Archangels (x2)

Destructive (x8)

Gabriel’s Square **

Lucifer’s Square

Michael’s Square

Raphael’s Square **

Grouped **

Serial Killer (x4)

Archangel Week

Ash

Role Swap, Poem Series

Azazel

Role Swap

Cain (x4)

Gen (x2)

Pre Mark

Post Mark

Role Swap

Knight of Hell - Michael’s Right Hand

Serial Killer

Cain, [], Michael - Relationship

Role Swap

Cain/Michael - Relationship (x4)

Main

Role Swap (x2)

Consuming

Red

Different Archs - Michael Retires Flavor

Archangel Week

Crow (x2)

Gen

Bloody

Non-Bloody

Crow & Israfel - Relationship

Gen

Dean Winchester (x3)

Role Swap

Role Swap, Poem Series (x2)

Apollo

Bloody Knuckles

Delilah

Reverse Verse

Ella (x13)

Different Archs - Michael Retires Flavor

Leviathan

Queer (x3)

Aromantic

Asexual

Genderqueer

Rainbow (x4)

Blue

Pink

Green

Yellow

Role Swap (x4)

Choices/Reveal

General

I’m Fine

Nearing the End

Common Series

Ella & Chuck - Relationship

Role Swap

Ella & Fox - Relationship

Role Swap

Ella’s Forest - Location

Ella, Emma, Jack, Abe - Relationship (x6)

Role Swap

Hybrids (x5)

Ella’s Square

Emma’s Square

Jack’s Square

Abe’s Square

Grouped

Old Idea

Gabriel (x2)

Gen

Spontaneous - Archangel Week

Israfel (x4)

Gen

Quad Swap

Reverse Verse

Role Swap

Israfel & Mary Campbell - Relationship

Main

Israfel & Sam - Relationship

Role Swap

Israfel & Uriel - Relationship (x4)

Reverse Verse

Role Swap (x3)

Set

Jessica Moore

Role Swap, Poem Series

Jo Harvelle

Role Swap, Poem Series

Lilith

Role Swap

Lucifer (x3)

Gen

Role Swap

Gen

Curious - Archangel Week

Michael (x8)

Different Archs (x2)

Gen

Michael Retires Flavor

Gen (x3)

Gen

Soft

War

Role Swap (x3)

Gen

Storm - Archangel Week

Archangel Week

Raphael (x2)

Gen

Nature - Archangel Week

Sam Winchester

Role Swap, Poem Series

Seven - Creature

Uncle Cain AU

Unnamed Work

Ethan Meadows - OC **

Ethan/Gavin - Relationship

Gavin Summers - OC

Sophie Arentz - OC

#masterlist #my work #my creations #moodboard #Aesthetic #my aesthetics #my moodboards

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