#prize fic

[sp0o0kylights]

Steve Harrington was wearing a Hellfire t-shirt.

It was far too tight on him, the name of the club stretched wide over his chest. The sleeves dug into his biceps, making them pop even more than they usually did, and that was before he crossed his arms. 

Worse?

It was short.

Which meant the damn shirt was constantly riding up to give everyone a nice show of the smattering of hair that trailed down past the band of Harrington's jeans. 

The same hair that Eddie was determinedly not looking at. 

“Henderson, a moment?” He crooked a finger, a smile on his face that was more feral than welcoming. 

Rather than cower or even acknowledge that Eddie was two seconds away from murder, Dustin just gave him a gummy grin, all too pleased with himself and his scheme. 

“Sure Eddie. Steve, don't just stand there, go help set the booth up!” Dustin gestured to Hellfire’s sad little table, crammed all the way in the back of the gym. 

Jeff and Gareth both reacted to the suggestion like a rabid squirrel had been set upon them, nervously inching towards the other side of the booth as Harrington sighed and--shockingly--did as he was told.

‘What,’ Eddie thought angrily, ‘in the everloving fuck.’

“Do you guys mind if I set this down on the table?” Eddie heard Harrington ask as he stormed away, Dustin on his heel. 

They wandered just around the corner, out of sight and hopefully, out of the fallen king’s hearing range.

Eddie wasn't sure if Harrington would try and white knight the very much deserved dressing down he was about to give. 

Didn’t want to chance it, considering the downright weird relationship he had with Hellfire's freshmen.

(While he’d heard many a tale at his table regarding King Steve since the newest recruits had joined Hellfire, most of them dissolved into arguments without ever really going anywhere.

 Best anyone could figure out was that Dustin and Lucas had a bad case of hero worship, while Mike owned a begrudging amount of respect that hailed from a series of misadventures. 

The very same misadventures that, despite all protests to the contrary, was clearly some sort of babysitting gig for Harrington.) 

Either way, plenty of the King’s court would have loved to take this opportunity to fuck with Hellfire.

Given that Henderson was absolutely too old to require a babysitter at fourteen, Eddie would bet his lunch money that was what Steve was here to do.

Something the club couldn’t afford since they were forever and always two seconds away from being stripped of club status and banned from school grounds. 

“I would love to know what went through that all A’s brain of yours when I said,” Eddie whirled on Dustin when they were firmly in the clear, voice low and furious.  “no Henderson, do not invite King Steve to help, he is an invading force and would ruin our peaceful kingdom!?”

He clasped his hands behind his back before leaning into Dustin’s face. “Because clearly whatever you heard wasn’t that.” 

To Eddie’s continued frustration and confusion, Dustin did not treat this like the threat it was. 

None of the freshmen had ever truly treated Eddie like a threat--had somehow skipped that part of the usual onboarding ritual entirely.

Eddie, town freak and drug dealer, who had cultivated his looks and craziness to such a degree that most everyone steered clear, wasn’t used to it. 

Everyone had been afraid of him at some point in this shitty school. Jeff, Gareth, hell even half the staff--and that the dorky trio of fourteen year old's clearly thought this all was play-acting made his eye twitch.

Even if it was--maybe, sometimes--welcome. 

“I know what you said, but I’m telling you I’m right.” Dustin argued immediately, and oh God, he was using that tone again. 

A hand went up into the space between them and Eddie groaned aloud, knowing what was coming.

“First,” Dustin ticked a finger up, “Hellfire really needs the money. Even thirty dollars would get us new figures, but more than that, if we don’t fundraise, we can’t go to Gen Con!” 

Dustin's eyes bored into Eddie’s, full of fire and conviction

“Yes,” Eddie said through gritted teeth, “but--”

“Second!” Dustin cut him off, and God the little shit even threw him a look while he did it, like Eddie was the one being ridiculous here!

“We had to fight just to get our table! Principal Higgins was in algebra today practically begging the mathletes to show up, but then tried to tell us we couldn't be here? That’s messed up!” 

As if denying them a spot to fundraise was the worst thing that asshole had ever done.

Eddie sighed, breath blasting out of his mouth like a dragon’s. 

“Because people think we’re freaks and satanists, Henderson. You don’t typically invite freaks and satanists to the school’s annual Holiday Bazaar. Especially not when all the local moms are paying to hawk their bullshit crafts and tupperware!” 

It was more than that of course. The Hawkins High Holiday Bazaar was a tradition spanning several years now. Starting in the gym and spilling clear into the parking lot, everyone from local artists to even some local shops came to host a small table for the day, thus growing the event from a small school fundraiser to a Hawkins' “must-do.” 

Half the fucking town was here to sell, and the other half was here to shop, which meant Principle Higgins had wanted Hellfire banned from the fucking premise. 

Eddie had been forced to pull out one of his trump cards he’d been saving--blackmail on Higgins that related to the man’s not--so--legal addiction to Percocet that he relied on Reefer Rick for. 

(And bless Rick, that hadn’t been the only tidbit he’d shared with Eddie about Higgins. That information, however, Eddie needed just so the asshat wouldn’t give him the boot from school entirely.) 

The only reason Eddie had pulled it out to secure their rightful spot, was because of Gen Con. 

It was Hellfire's White Whale, their grand adventure, and this was going to be his year to take his friends on one last epic quest to make memories of a lifetime surrounded by people who understood them.

Come hell or high water, Eddie was going to Gen Con--but being able to fundraise by selling wares and baked goods at the stupid Holiday Bazaar would go a long way to help.

Even if he had to listen to the band repeatedly play ear-bleeding renditions of Christmas songs.

“All the clubs get to have a table, and we’re a club!” Dustin continued, like it was that simple. “But you know, I get it. We look scary.” 

He gestured down to his own Hellfire shirt, before gesturing towards Eddie’s entire outfit.

Like Eddie didn't know what he looked like, let alone that he'd made this outfit specifically to scare people away from him.

(And maybe add some rockstar flair to this dinky little hick town.)

“You know who doesn’t look scary?”

Dustin held out his hands and swiveled his body like he was presenting a prize instead of gesturing in the vague direction of; 

“Steve!”

Eddie’s left eye twitched.

‘You can't kill him, you need his character for the campaign.’ He told himself firmly, even if he envisioned strangling Dustin like a chicken.

Cartoon squawking and all. 

“The King isn’t going to help us fundraise, Dustin.” Eddie said, in an effort to break down why Harrington couldn't be here. “He's just going to cause us problems that we can’t afford to have.” 

So many problems, half of which Eddie couldn't think of because if he did, he'd start spiraling.

“Really? Because as you keep saying, Steve used to be the King. People love him, Eddie! Mom’s love him.”

Eddie had pulled himself black up to his proper height a while ago, and now rocked back on his heels while he ran a hand down his face.

There was no getting through to Henderson when he was like this. 

Not unless Eddie really lost it, and it was practically club lore that he only lost it when someone missed an important game. 

One cannot keep a herd of sheep if their flock is terrified of them, after all. 

(“Perhaps you’re just a giant fucking softie.” Tiff, one of Hellfire’s graduating members, told him once. “Honestly dude, I bet you throw up stuffing.”

“Shut up Tiffany, your choker is on backwards again.” He'd spat back, completely offended and not at all trying to distract from how true that was.) 

“We can’t be satanic if Steve’s the one selling cookies!” Dustin finished doggedly. 

“We’re not even selling cookies--that’s not the point!”” Eddie shook his head, hair flying. He was not going to be sidetracked, he wasn’t!

 “Harrington is going to end up siding with all the moms about how we’re all wasting time with D&D, if he even spends the whole time at the table. Is that what you want?” 

He stuck out a ringed finger, poking at Dustin’s chest.

“Every single person who comes by our table has to be convinced D&D is a writing and math based game. Good for the mind and souls of growing, impressionable children. A game that got a bad rep because of  a few silly images.” 

A pitch he and Tiff had come up with during the third or fourth time they had to convince an adult that no, just because their shirts had a dragon on it, didn’t mean they were summoning demons in the drama room. 

“Harrington can’t do that because Harrington doesn’t even know how to play!” 

This Eddie punctuated by throwing his hands in the air. 

Given the startled look of the mother-daughter duo passing him by, clearly was louder than he’d intended--but screw it!

He was right!

Hellfire was in a precarious position to both fundraise and do a little damage control among the slightly smarter members of this shithole small town, and Harrington rolling his eyes and gossiping about how stupid it was would hinder that.

“Okay, first of all, Steve’s played D&D with me and he didn’t even kill his character.” Dustin said it like he was unveiling a smoking gun and not lying through his ass--which Eddie would absolutely be calling him on the second he was done talking. 

Because King Steve? Play D&D?

'Ha!'

“And he’s not gonna say shit because we--me, and Lucas and even Mike!--asked him to help, and he helps when its serious. I know you have some weird grudge with him, but I’m telling you Eddie he’s our golden ticket to Gen Con!” 

“You’re killing me. You are standing here, acting as a friend, when you are bringing a-- a dark force into the midst our of mission--” Eddie hissed, because he was losing the fucking fight and he knew it.

Dustin Henderson was not a man easily swayed. 

Had never been, even when the odds were stacked against him (and Grant and Gareth were howling in his ear.) 

The set of his shoulders and the glint of the little shithead’s eye meant Eddie wouldn’t be able to use him to oust Harrington--if he even could get him out without the dick causing a massive scene anyway. 

As always when outgunned, Eddie flipped to dramatics.

“Betrayed! By my own chosen heir no less!” He moaned, pressing the back of his hand over his eyes as Dustin scoffed.

"Don’t be so dramatic! Steve will help, I promise! Just don’t be a dick to him.” 

 Conversation apparently over, Dustin turned around to head back to the table

Snidely, he added over his shoulder: “Plus we’ve all caught on to the heir thing Eddie. You tell everyone that so they do what you want.” 

The dick.

“You’re too fucking smart for your own good. I’m gonna start feeding you paint chips to bring that IQ down.” Eddie muttered angrily as Dustin went back to their little table.

He gave himself a moment to get his shit together and stomp a foot like a child when Dustin was around the corner and thus couldn’t witness it, before following his wayward sheep back.

Could only pray to any deity listening that Henderson’s meddling didn’t blow up in Hellfire’s face.

#Door Prize #Alt S4 #pre steddie #when is it not lmao #Holiday fic #well this is more of a warm up but it has another part #Ive just given up the WIPS are running my life #this is brought to you by a local high schools massive holiday bazaar I went too that had cute band kids running around #could not play music though bless them #I did FINALLY get re employed so things are slowing down but Im hoping to post one more chapter of SOMETHING before the end of dec #and probably the other half of this warm up shes short #steven harrington #eddie munson #baking #special appearance by Adopt a Jocks Tiff #Robin pops up in this in the other half #Dustin Henderson #and his scheming #Steve can bake #0o0 fanfics #stranger things #stranger things fanfic #steddie

[reineydraws]

i think a side effect of loving mishanks for many people is becoming very endeared by the "rayleigh is mihawk's parent" au's haha :') first one's part of this fic i posted where smolhawk challenges rayleigh to a duel ⚔️✨️ second one's just a random kid!mishanks doodle. i think their shenanigans (incl buggy!) would be cute.

#fic recs #dracule mihawk #silvers rayleigh #one piece #one piece fanart #op fanart #mihawk #shanks #akagami no shanks #red haired shanks #mishanks #kinda #the fic series is future mishanks and shanks def has a crush in the now but the focus of the series is mihawk & rayleigh :P #still tho #akataka #but yeah mihawk doesnt even so much as consider romance let alone shanks until much later in life haha his hawk eyes are on the prize #and that prize is yoru and the title of the wgs! but first: beating his (adopted) dad in a duel ⚔️⚔️⚔️

[formlessvoidbeast]

Artwork commissioned from the marvelous @dasha-ko!

Lupin reached the cliff's edge first, and turned to crouch—firing his Walther and pressing the camera button on his watch at the same time to get a last couple pictures. Lupin suddenly froze, gaze fixed on the mansion. “Fujiko?” he breathed. Jigen tackled him off the cliff, barely ahead of another shell from the tank. It whooshed over them, close enough to ruffle Jigen's hair and raise goosebumps on his back. It might have knocked his hat off if he didn't already have his hand clamped on top of his head. Lupin had the presence of mind to grapple on to a gnarled tree, swinging them out and over so they landed in their speedboat instead of having to swim to it. A mercy for their guns, at least. Salt water was a horrible thing to subject one to.

Padparadscha is the Prize!

Chapter 1 is now on AO3

#jiglup #lupin the third #lupin iii #jigen daisuke #this fic is a lemon #heist fic #padparadscha is the prize! #daisuke jigen #arsene lupin iii #art #dasha-ko #jigen #lupin

[i-wiggle-i-squirm-bc-i-am-a-worm]

ladynoir as quotes from childhood shows that have stuck in my head for some reason p1

#yes there are more of these #I mean if I actually finish them lol #the amount of ladynoir comics laying around half finished is insane #ladynoir #miraculous lb #miraculous ladybug #miraculeakless #chat noir #miraculous ladybug fics #adrien agreste #marinette dupen chang #bonus points to whoever knows where this quote is from #you don't get a prize but you DO get my respect #which is worthless but still #wigglys art

[umlewis]

lewis hamilton and sebastian vettel attend the fia gala, st. petersburg, russia - december 7, 2018

#lewis hamilton #sebastian vettel #f1 #formula 1 #flashback fic ref #flashback fic ref 2018 #not a race #2018 not a race #post-season #post-season 2018 #fia gala #fia gala 2018 #fia prize giving #fia prize giving 2018 #sewis

[appleslightning]

The Favourite

#drarry #dronarry #fic art #draco malfoy #harry potter #harry x draco #ron weasley #IT WAS A PLEASURE TO DRAW THIS FOR MALL #im still shook about this fic #cant stop thinking about it #it changed me #dron #whoever gets all the references from the fic gets a prize #mine

[zukkaoru]

risk it all ('cause i'll catch you if you fall)

Three times, Kunikida finds himself infatuated with people he should not want. Three times, he trips over the edge into the freefall people call romance. Three times, he is tugged beneath the waves and all he can do is hold his breath as he desperately tries clawing his way back to the surface. Three times, Kunikida breaks his own rules for falling in love.

on kunikida doppo, disrupted schedules, and falling in love

📗 8k words || kunichuuranzai, kunikida-centric 📗 written for / because of lena @littencloud9

#FINISHED. HOORAY. #kunichuuranzai #kunidazai #kuniran #kunichuu #kunikida doppo #dazai osamu #ranpo edogawa #chuuya nakahara #bsd #bungou stray dogs #also this is the first fic on ao3 in the kunichuuranzai tag i think?? which is lowkey wild but i will gladly accept my prize <3 #anyway i had fun with this ty lena for the kunichuuranzai brainworms #they are not fully exorcized and in fact may be worse now. alas. such is the life of a fic writer #grace's writing tag

[mandiemegatron]

♡ 𝑺𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 ♡

𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐜𝐢𝐬!𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝘙𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥: 𝘛, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴.

❌️ 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵! 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘥𝘰 𝘕𝘖𝘛 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘕𝘚𝘍𝘞 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘞𝘐𝘓𝘓 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵! ❌️

A/N: For @guilty-sugar , winner of my first milestone giveaway! My fellow heart pirate homie hopper asked for something soft and snuggly, so that's what you're gunna get! I love you so much my suga suga, I hope you enjoy! 💖💖💖💖💖💖

Passing through the icy, cold Seas, the Polar Tang hummed softly as she swam through the depths. It was early, too early, you thought to yourself as you shifted slightly again. 

While your body was exhausted from your long shift in the boiler room, content and warm in Penguins loving arms, your brain wouldn't stop running. Over and over, thinking stupid and mundane things; you sighed softly as your eyes slowly blinked open. 

Glaring at the darkness, you tried to let your eyes shut but they wouldn't, your lids snapping right back open to stare into the dark room. 

"... why are you thinking so loudly?" 

You winced sadly, frowning to yourself as you shuffled in your man's grasp, meeting his tired eyes. 

"I'm sorry, my love," you started, only to be cut off as he moved in and kissed you, his hand moving from your side to gently hold the back of your head. 

Your lids finally fell shut, a soft sigh leaving your nose as you kissed him back, curling your body into his comfortably. He pulled back after a moment and brushed his nose softly against yours, gently murmuring to you,

"Don't be sorry, my lovely Sugar… I was just teasing," His hand returned to your side and his thumb immediately began ghosting over your hip, his dark eyes watching you as you made yourself comfortable again. 

"Rude," you teased back just as gently, one hand brushing back hair from his face before resting on his chest. Your smile fell slowly, and you sighed again, chewing the corner of your bottom lip as you looked back up at him. 

"I just… I can't turn it off." 

Penguin gave you a small smile in return, leaning down to press a warm kiss to your forehead before he replied, 

"Want me to read to you? Or we could fuck? That always works," he purred, giving you a wolfish grin.

You snorted and hid a laugh behind your hand, rolling your eyes with a grin as you bit out, 

"No, you horn-dog, god-" 

He grinned and moved his hand up to dig his fingers into your side, pulling a laugh from you which he quickly shushed you, his grin unwavering as he replied, 

"Don't insult me when I'm trying to help you, that's so cruel babe!" 

Before you could respond, two upside-down heads came down from the top bunk, glaring at the both of you as Shachi snapped, 

"Can you bitches be silly somewhere else?" 

His partner agreed with a tired, "Yeah!" 

Penguin groaned and rolled his eyes, throwing up a middle finger he didn't care if they could see or not as he responded lightly, 

"Actually, no. Eat shit and ignore us." 

They both gave a sound of irritation and pulled back, the top bunk creaking slightly as they settled again. You gave Penguin a shocked look, but a grin was still present. He laughed softly and pressed another kiss to the side of your head before settling down against you.

"... is there anything I can do?" 

His words were so soft you almost didn't catch them, his breath toasty against your ear as his arms pulled you to him once again. You shook your head and yawned, blinking back blurry vision as you buried your face into his neck. 

"You do more than enough," you breathed back, shivering slightly as his fingers danced slowly up and down your back. "I love you." 

"I love you," his whisper was immediate, every ounce of love he had for you pouring into those three words. "So much."

It wasn't long until your breathing settled, a soft smile washing over Penguins face as he pressed his cheek into the side of your head. Never would he have thought that you coming onto the ship and changing the entire crew the way you had, that you would have looked at him and said, "That's the one I want." 

Penguin, the Heart Pirate, the North Blue-born boy, laid next to his lover, confused how he could ever be worthy of love like this. The wondrous simplicity of it all. 

He blinked tiredly as he yawned into your hair, letting his eyes finally fall shut as you began to snore softly. As always, only then would he feel safe knowing you were dreaming, hopefully of him.

He could wonder why you love him later. 

#mandies mumbles ; fanfics #ok to rb #one piece #penguin op #one piece fic #penguin #penguin x reader #🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 i hope you love it my lovely suga suga 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 #i had so much fun writing this 😭😭 we love soft moments with our boys #Guilty-sugar #mandies milestone giveaways prize

[thisisallthehattersfault]

Most warprizeji fics have either YLLZ going That One I Want That One and sweeping LWJ off his feet after LWJ thought he’d be treated like shit, or LWJ being offered up to a YLLZ who is suspicious of his new bride and suspects assassination attempts or something only for the two to mutually fall in love anyway, and I love both of those flavors! However, please consider: The sects all bully Lan into giving up LWJ as a war prize, LWJ is escorted (forced) to the Burial Mounds by representatives from Every Sect, and YLLZ takes one look at this new “gift” before absolutely fucking popping off because That Is A Person!! A Human Being!! What The Fuck Is Wrong With All Of You?!? Get Off My Mountain. And LWJ is left standing there, watching this actually very beautiful and powerful man absolutely rip the other sects a new asshole for basically trying to sell him a slave, thinking “... Maybe I DO want to tap that.” Only YLLZ has sent him away! He has forbidden the sects from ever trying anything like this again! Seriously, What Is Wrong With All Of You? (Yunmeng Jiang, the only ones who were not involved, are all quietly smug about the whole thing. We told you he wouldn’t go for it.) Not two weeks after returning to Gusu a caravan shows up outside cloud recesses, from the Yiling Wei Sect, carrying gifts for LWJ and his family and his sect as an apology for whatever the fuck that was, and a promise that if anybody tries to do anything like that again, they can reach out to Yiling Wei and YLLZ will come make damn sure nobody is going anywhere or doing anything they don’t actually want to be doing. ... LWJ definitely wants to tap that. He ends up writing back a thank you letter to YLLZ, who responds in kind with reassurances that no thanks are necessary and seriously dude are you okay cause that was A Lot. LWJ writes another letter, promising he’s returned safely and happily to his home, and his brother and uncle have been very clingy and overprotective but things are settling down again. YLLZ writes him back. LWJ writes him back. Suddenly they’ve been pen pals for the better part of two years and LWJ has finally convinced WY to come visit him in Gusu so he can properly begin Operation: Seduce The Yiling Patriarch. The operation goes much smoother than expected, because it turns out YLLZ never actually saw his face last time. LWJ had been wearing a veil. So poor unsuspecting WWX rolls up to Gusu to come hang out with his buddy LWJ who he’s been sending letters to pretty consistently since the whole War Prize Fiasco only to come face to face with the most beautiful man to ever walk the earth. WY immediately decides to begin Operation: Seduce Hanguang-Jun. A week later they’re getting caught making out in the library like randy teenagers. Xichen does Not say I Told You To to Lan Qiren. Lan Qiren hears it anyway.

#mdzs #the untamed #wangxian #warprizeji #war prize!Lan Wangji #yllz #lan family #almost fics #almost writing

[thebest-medicine]

So someone sent me an anon ask saying something like “well you’re terrible at writing so maybe you should stop and get a new hobby” I don’t want to bother publishing the ask (already blocked and deleted oop) to give attention to it but one thing about it kind of stuck with me. My question for people with this thought process…. do you…..do you think you have to be “good” at something for you to be ‘allowed’ to have it as a hobby? My dudes..hobbies are about doing things you enjoy… for you and you alone…. it has nothing to do with being arbitrarily ‘good’ or not friend.

To anyone worried about not writing / drawing / whatever else because you aren’t good at it, you don’t have to be! life is about creation and fun and finding joy in the things you do and where you are

#much love #my thoughts #two mad anons in a month after being on here for……………. 12 years? #hobbies by nature are meant to be enjoyed not necessarily anything you are ‘good’ at #plus how else would you improve at something? no one is born a extremely talented amazing photorealistic artist #or a Pulitzer Prize winning author or whatever else #you work at things and improve over time #I love looking back at my fics from 2012 on and being like WOW look how much I have grown!!!!!! #mwah it’s like a time capsule #anyway #DO THINGS BADLY #DO THINGS OK #DO THINGS GREAT #do ALL THE THINGS #hobbies #mine #personal #anon hate #lol

[sentientobjects]

an assortment of object ocs :D

#osc #object show community #object shows #object show art #object oc #object show oc #my art #ive posted some of them before i think #particularly chair umbrella projector and safety pin #they were originally based on emojis! #but i want to actually use some of them properly #the first chunk of them have also existed for a while but they were made before i rly started leaning into object bio :) #and prize wheel and wheelbarrow are new entirely!!! though based on basically background guys i made for a fic i never posted #(and never will LMAO) #but!!! yayyy!! #also technically prize wheel and wheelbarrow are specifically meant to be ONE ocs #BUT i figured if i was working on them i may as well start fleshing out object ocs in general!!!

[helloliriels]

Thrilled to finally share the finished cover art for @raina-at's brilliant sci-fi fic:

⚙️ SPARE PARTS 🔧🔩

Two years ago, Sherlock Holmes jumped off the roof of New London Hospital. Two months ago, he walked into John's clinic as if no time had passed at all ... John hasn't seen him since. (Post-TRF, Sci-Fi, on Titan)

If you haven't read it yet, or need a post-TRF fix, check it out!!! I absolutely adore everything Raina_at writes! It was an honor to cover this one (and again, apologies for the insane delay on posting this one!!! Think I finally got it!!!) What a long, strange year it's been! xoxo - Liri

Art of winners choice for submitting the top entry in the '2022 Year of the Crack Fic' writing challenge! ❤️‍🔥 (had a blast reading all 3!)

@johnlocky @chinike @rhasima @fluffbyday-smutbynight @totallysilvergirl @chriscalledmesweetie @sarahthecoat @inevitably-johnlocked @pocketwatchofmycroft @safedistancefrombeingsmart @topsyturvy-turtely @keirgreeneyes @myriath @mutedsilence @meetinginsamarra @bluebellofbakerstreet @loki-lock @the-nerdy-autist @sgam76 @janetm74 @a-victorian-girl @gregorovitchworld @whatnext2020 @missdeliadili @escaroles @lisbeth-kk @gaylilsherlock @impalaparkedat221b @aquilea-of-the-lonely-mountain @deelaundry @13monkton @sabsi221b @arwamachine @jamesphillimoresumbrella @dontfuckmylifewtf @kettykika78 @khorazir @youcouldcallmegus @7-percent @arabbitjohn @iwlyanmw @masterofhounds @john-smiths-jawline @kittenmadnessandtea @peanitbear @peageetibbs @solarmama @anyway-kindness @glows-n-the-dark

#spare parts #raina-at #helloliriels #liriels art #2022 year of the crack fic #prize winner

[formlessvoidbeast]

artwork commissioned from the amazing @dasha-ko!

The newly unearthed World's Largest Padparadscha Sapphire was secretly sold to a mysterious private collector before Lupin could even take a crack at stealing it. Pride demands that he track it down and correct this error in ownership! But all is not as it seems on the buyer's unnamed island off the coast of Aruba. A strange perfume is in the air, and dangerous flowers are beginning to bloom where they do not belong.

Will the Lupin Gang get their prize? Or will their adventures meet an ignoble end languishing in an Aruba prison?

Padparadscha is the Prize -- Master Post

At 24k and complete, this rollicking heist fic is full of hijinks, shenanigans, and of course, smut. None of the characters are remotely Hinged, and they're having a grand time of it!

Deadly Flowers! Mad Perfumery! And the 'girl of the week' is a beautiful boy this time, for equality.

[read now on AO3]

Reblogs are greatly appreciated!

#lupin iii #lupin the third #fanfic #jigen daisuke #daisuke jigen #jigen #arsene lupin iii #goemon ishikawa xiii #zenigata #inspector zenigata #zenigata koichi #mine fujiko #fujiko mine #heist fic #padparadscha is the prize! #this fic is a lemon #jiglup #fujilup #jigoe #loopzoop #polygang

[wangxianficrecs]

💙 Crossing Paths by Ilona22

💙 Crossing Paths

by Ilona22

M, 21k, Wangxian

Summary: In a world where the gentry families are both shapeshifters, and rulers of their territory in truth, a different war is started by greed. During its course the paths of a human and a dragon shifter cross, and from that, something grows. Kay's comments: This story has really enjoyable world-building and I loved to see the sects re-imagined as shifters. Like in canon, a war plays out between the sects in this story. However, the allegiances are different and in the end, the Jiangs are on the losing side and the story follows how Wei Wuxian ended up being turned over to the Lans and then promptly courted by Hanguang-Jun himself. Even during the war on opposing sides, Wangxian had already hit it off and their developing relationship in this story was right up my alley! Lan Wangji truly knows how to treat Wei Wuxian as he deserves and shower him in love and appreciation! Excerpt: Wei Ying’s part of the border had held, in contrast to the one near the coast. And so, it had been deemed more important that he guard their back against Gusu. It meant that Wei Ying had spent the last month skirmishing with Lan Wangji, Hanguang-Jun. Heir of Gusu and, as all of the main Lan clan, dragon shifter. Truly an awesome sight in his dragon form, Wei Ying had never seen anything as beautiful as that. All sleek, white scales, with ice blue accents, swift and elegant in the air. But fighting him directly like that? Not his idea of fun. Bears at least stayed on the ground. It had involved a lot of tactically chosen cover, talisman work and quick, intense duels. He was managing to hold the border, despite still having mainly common troops, and a few of the other outer disciples. But this would not work forever. For the moment, his requests for reinforcement had been denied, due to the Nie and Wen effectively pressing the Jin and Yu – the Nie had been joined by Zewu-Jun and his men, which was making things very difficult for the Jin. As Wei Ying had expected, their side was crippled by power plays and politics. There were factions in the Jin sect, each jockeying for the most prestigious postings. The Yu were too proud to accept someone outside their sect commanding their troops. And Jiang Cheng was terrible at cooperation. It was a mess held together by Jiang Fengmian’s efforts at diplomacy, and the hope for gains.

pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, shapeshifters, war, cultivation sect politics, dragon lan wangji, human wei wuxian, war prize wei wuxian, diplomacy, developing relationship, getting to know each other, getting together, falling in love, not jiang cheng friendly, jiang family dynamics

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #Wangxian #MDZS #Kay's Favorite #Kay's Rec #January 2023 #Crossing Paths #Ilona22 #Mature #medium fic 15k-49k #pov wei wuxian #canon divergence #shapeshifters #war #cultivation sect politics #dragon lan wangji #human wei wuxian #war prize wei wuxian #diplomacy #developing relationship #getting to know each other #getting together #falling in love #not jiang cheng friendly #jiang family dynamics

[umlewis]

lewis hamilton accepts his third place award at the fia gala, baku - december 8, 2023 (transcription below the cut)

Presenter 1: "Lewis Hamilton. Congratulations, and thank you for joining us here in Baku. If you'd like to accept your trophy… There we go! Thank you very much! Now, as how we mentioned, it wasn't the easiest of seasons for Mercedes, but you pushed through nonetheless. What are some positives that you're hoping to take forward into 2024?" Lewis: "Well, good evening, everyone. I just wanna wish everyone a big, big congratulations on this year. It's been amazing to see so many of you fighting in the different series that you've been in, and congratulations on your awards. For everyone it's been a very, very long season and very much looking forward to a winter break, but working very, very hard on making sure we're fit, we come back strong next year. Have to say a big congratulations to Red Bull, and to Max and Checo. They've done an incredible job this year. Max was faultless. The team really raised the bar and we have a lot of work to close that gap, but I truly do believe that we can close that gap. And so a big, big thank you also to my team, 'cause they never gave up this year. We started off with the sister, basically, of the previous year's car, which was not good and not fun to drive for most of the year, but no one gave up. Everyone continued to show up every day, and that was what was most inspiring for me, and so I hope that we come back next year and we give it everything and I hope all of you do, too. So yeah, might not say anything, but just wanna wish you all a merry Christmas and wish you a happy new year with your family and friends, and we'll see you in the new year." Presenter 1: "Thank you very much. Lewis Hamilton." Presenter 2: "Your third place driver in Formula 1 this year."

#lewis hamilton #f1 #formula 1 #fic ref #fic ref 2023 #not a race #2023 not a race #post-season #post-season 2023 #fia gala #fia gala 2023 #fia prize giving #fia prize giving 2023 #mohammed ben sulayem #tw max

[charliemwrites]

Lord help you all this morning I’m feeling like some angst.

We’ll see how I feel when I get home and get some food in me but….

#specifically fuck Simon Riley self sacrificing unilaterally #I love angsty fics like that #where he’s like ‘no it can’t work’ and makes it everyone’s problem #but I’ve decided he hasn’t suffered enough in those fics #play stupid games win stupid prizes