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tomionefinds · 2 years

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Samhain / Halloween Fics

Some thing wicked this way comes.

The Black Veil by NerysDax E/Ma | One Shot | 16k Samhain: When the veil's at its thinnest, the impossible will occur. Up is down, down is up. Everything can be achieved by those the Goddess values.

Samhain by knittedcoffee T | One Shot | 3k Tomione Au: Samhain. Tom is the Fairy King of the Otherworld, and on Samhain, he gains the ability to enter our world. "Best not to go in there, little one," a cold baritone voice warned. The spell broken, Hermione whipped her head around, but was unable to identify the speaker. "Who said that?" "A friend . . . or a foe. It depends upon how you look at it."

Hell Can't Wait by Mercurysflame E/Ma | WIP | 36k Thanks to Draco Malfoy, procuring Hermione Granger for Lord Voldemort becomes top priority when he needs her for a series of Dark Magic rituals that just so happen to align with the nine circles of Hell.

King of Nothing by NinjaFairy M | WIP | 7k As a child, strange creatures visited me. The left me gifts, sung me songs; they adored me. One day, an odd boy arrives and vows his revenge on me, then vanishes without a trace. Years go by, and on Samhain night, I wake up to a fey nightmare. I will do anything to survive this labyrinth. Anything. I wonder if he knows that.

Autumn Goddess by WildKitsune E/Ma | One Shot | 8k Hermione sneaks into a pureblood Samhain gathering to get information on Death Eater movements. What will happen when she is given a key role to play in their ancient rite? Will she ever leave again?

Miscalculation by Spork_in_the_Road T+ | One Shot | 7k AU where Tom Riddle is a student in the 90s

The Mysterious Castle by tellmesomethingnew M | One Shot | 9k Tom, the brother she never knew she had, was a man with two sides to him, and Hermione is the only one alive to see both. Just when everyone is finally starting to act like a family, they’re invited to the exclusive, annual Samhain Masquerade ball held at the old Hogwarts castle many have rumored to be haunted. While Tom and Hermione fight for the strange, unnatural feelings that they can’t help but feel for one another, Hermione begins to see strange things while attending the ball. The interesting part? All of the strange happenings seem to point their fingers at Tom.

Sleepless by Artemis1000 T | WIP | 29k The night of Halloween is also the night of Samhain Lore, when the veil between the world is the thinnest and ancient magic reigns. In this night, Hermione has a mysterious encounter on the Astronomy Tower with Tom Riddle. A figment of her imagination or..

My Soul to Keep by TheCorrosivePen M | Complete | 12k In which Tom Riddle is not quite a ghost, Hermione Granger just wants to live past midnight and things most definitely do go bump in the night.

A mix of dark fairy tale, gothic horror and psychological thriller. When Hermione meets an alluring stranger at the All Hallows Eve Ball, she has no idea how much her life will transform in a matter of hours. Hours that may just be her last. A Halloween themed short story, just for the chills and thrills. Already complete as usual. New section every other day until the 31st.

Mistress of Halloween by Mariico G | One Shot | 13k On Halloween night, there are candies and happy children, but there are also monsters.

Quiet Little Voices by nauticalparamour M | One Shot | 5k A little historical, witch trial AU for Halloween! Hermione has a dangerous, uncontrollable power inside of her, one that she can't quite put a name to, until she meets with the village's minister, Tom Riddle. Will this end up being a blessing or a curse for Hermione? One-shot. Complete!

On Halloween, of all nights by Meowmers T | WIP | 2k She just wanted to spend her Saturday with some overpriced coffee and a nice, long, scorching hot bath. Instead, she was dealing with the end of the world. In her bath robe. Zombie AU. Tomione. Modern.

Melting Hearts by EarlGreyPanic E/Ma | One Shot | 4k It's Halloween and Hermione decided to trick-or-treat at Professor Riddle's home. She definitely got more than she bargained for.

Diabolus Est Cormeum by summersaults16 T+ | One Shot | 4k Already on his deathbed, Hermione finds out the truth about her grandfather’s past and the price she must pay when the Devil himself pays her a visit. “I am called by many names. To most, I might be known as Satan, while others call me Lucifer, but for now…. You can just call me Tom.”

Treat by PenelopeGrace M | One Shot | 2k Trick or Treat?

Post-Epilogue + Tomione + Halloween AU.

Eyes to fall into by OverlyInvestedFangirl T+ | One Shot | 2k Behind those angelic looking eyes is a devil inside, but when those eyes are set on her, how can Hermione resist the force of their possessive pull.

Reflection by uleanblue T+ | One Shot | 1k The sound is so faint it almost doesn't register at first.

Any Other Verse by disillusionist9 T+ | Complete | 3k His not-quite corporeal form leaned against the opposite end of her workbench, his neck exposed to the setting sunlight, a streak of red-tinted light across his neck in a violent slash. Hermione was doing her best to ignore the way his breathing filled the space between bubbles in her potions or how the air in the room changed whenever he entered. AU. COMPLETE.

13 by LittleMulattoKitten M | WIP | 16k 13 spooky, creepy, and a bit freaky one shots for Halloween and Dulceween. Expected Pairings: HG/TRJ HG/DM HG/HP HG/RAB HG/SS HG/TN HG/TRJ/AM HG/AM HG/FW/GW HG/BZ; Pieces aren't written in outlined order. Parts Posted: 1, 3

The Mixtape: Halloween Remix Edition by Calebski M | WIP | 40k A Halloween inspired collection of song prompted one-shots, featuring Deathmione pairings.

#tomione #halloween #samhain #all hallows read #one shot #complete #horror #tom: supernatural #creature #ritual #rites #rated: ma/e #rated: m

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drivingsideways · 3 years

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7, 23, 29 🐒🐒🐒

7. Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it

This is from a tumblr ficlet for Black Sails. I think I managed to capture their entire dynamic (past and future) - about how Miranda is really the one in control of their relationship, though it’s not obvious to outsiders. Also, ummm, despite too many dashes (!!!), I think it’s pretty.

The first time James undresses entirely in front of Miranda, he feels awkward, ungraceful. Here, in her bedroom, where every object seems carefully chosen and precisely placed- each painting and statuette, the delirious yellow bloom of roses that fill the deep blue-and-white vase by the bed-even the books that- on first glance- seem carelessly scattered, even those seem part of a design, at the heart of which is Miranda. Miranda, with her wicked smiles and soft, sure, hands; her eyes, so warm and full of mischief- eyes that are laughing (a little) at him, as he stands there, bare-I don’t belong here, he thinks, almost overcome by an urge to run-hands clutching his shirt- the finest one he owns that feels, in this elegant place-common-

-but Miranda is right in front of him (when had she moved from the bed?) and her hands are moving over his, gently-gently!-prising his fist open-and her eyes aren’t laughing anymore as she takes his hand and places an open mouthed kiss on his roughened palm, before placing it on her breast-

-the bed is silk and cool against his skin that has become a conflagration in the wake of her questing hands that wander every inch of it; asking, taking-an unremarkable geography turned into something wondrous, as she tells him how she wants him, and arranges him into the precise shape of her needs; finds a place for him in her room of beautiful things, unerring in this, as always.

23. If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why?

OH GOSH. Oh, this is a tough one. But I’ll go with the first completed fic I published on AO3- A Place in The World for the cdrama The Rise of Phoenixes. At the time it felt long, and I ran out of patience- when I started writing it there was not a single other fic in English in the fandom tag- so I was literally writing it for no one but myself because I didn’t know anybody in the fandom then! But that story actually deserved a lot more than I could give it then. (Weirdly it’s still the most popular of all the fics I’ve written in that fandom *clown face *)

psst: I still sometimes think of redoing “A Soul Divided” to make it a proper fic, given how popular the ficlet is-- it makes me feel guilty every time someone kudos it-- but I shall DESIST.

29. If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?

Hahahaha, well you know the fanfic for your Heist Verse/ Single Dad au ‘verse is still in my WIPs though it’s neither a prequel nor a sequel. But tbh, I’ve never felt that urge. Like, I wish the authors themselves would continue to bless me with their works in that ‘verse, but I’m content to be a greedy consumer. *grabby hands *

Questions from the writing meme

#writing things #rainhat love tag #rain-hat

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ruensroad · 4 years

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could you do 41 from the drabble prompt list? idk if i’m supposed to include a ship or anything... um, xicheng if so?

Bless you, oh my god, YES.

/shamelessly throws this into my current wip au

Prompt is from this list here.

Prompt 41 | “Take notes, sweetheart.” | Xicheng

Nearly six months of marriage and countless weeks spent among the YunmengJiang disciples, coupled with the growing number of nights spent with Jiang Cheng in the sect leader’s rooms and bed, had somehow not prepared him for any of this.

The training grounds at the heart of Lotus Pier were always busy, full of laughter and sounds of constant drilling. Lan Xichen had spent more than a handful of mornings just watching Jiang Cheng train his disciples, taking note of how different they were in terms of swordsmanship, fighting, and dress from what Lan Xichen was used to. It was always a thrill, too, seeing Jiang Cheng in his element, surrounded by his loyal men and not having to worry about court manners, fancy dress, or overbearing Elders. In the moments Jiang Cheng was amidst the disciples, just one violet robe among a sea of violet robes, he was most himself, one of them, at ease in his strength and his place in the world.

But even that too fell short of preparing Lan Xichen for the sight he was greeted with just past lunch. His small plate of tofu had gone sadly cold, forgotten, and he couldn’t even be sorry for it.

Because there was Jiang Cheng without his shirt, without weapon or shoes, glistening and grinning like a wild thing. His hair was pulled back in long braid, no adornments, and Lan Xichen noted that those disciples forming a circle around him looked just the same, from their lack of shirts and shoes to the braids swinging at their backs.

Battle braids, Lan Xichen remembered distantly from an old history manuscript on Lotus Pier Jiang Cheng kept in his - their? - rooms. He’d thought them a bygone product of a bygone age. Not so, apparently.

“Come on, I know my men are more capable than this!” Jiang Cheng goaded, which seemed to be more a part of a tradition than an actual statement. Lan Xichen wished he knew just which tradition it was, especially if it meant seeing Jiang Cheng like this more often, alive with the culture of his home. “Show me what the YunmengJiang are made of.”

A battle cry went up in answer, then two men lunged for their sect leader as ferociously as if he were a walking corpse. Jiang Cheng barked a laugh and dodged them, throwing one, then the other, off his body in calculated, nearly dance-like moves. Those deflected rolled to their feet and rejoined the circle without missing a beat, stomping out a pattern while clapping and laughing, and it quickly caught on around the circle.

A chant started then and Lan Xichen realized he was catching the beginning of some sort of… wrestling ritual? Training exercise? Honestly, he had no idea what to call it, but it was fascinating. Jiang Cheng seemed more animated than he’d ever seen him, eyes bright and fierce. He was grinning even wider now, a wicked, sly thing, and moved between each lunging disciple with the fluidity of the river he was named for, exotic and dangerous and utterly, devastatingly exquisite.

Lan Xichen barely registered that he’d managed to sit on the steps below him, almost missing it altogether as transfixed as he was, and that meant he had an unimpeded view of the training grounds and his grinning, marvelous husband. It also meant he had given Jin Ling permission to use him as a seat, but he had never minded the five year old climbing on him, even without the allure of Jiang Cheng to distract him.

Jin Ling’s hair sported the same braid Jiang Cheng wore, but woven with far more care. Lan Xichen touched the weaves as Jin Ling made himself comfortable in his lap, his plate set aside and immediately licked up by the ever wiggling Little Fairy.

If Jiang Cheng hadn’t laughed right then, brazen and lovely and loud, Lan Xichen would’ve remembered to care about that.

The chant and stomping pattern were far more prominent now, a beat Jin Ling echoed by clapping his hands together. “A warrior sings in the soul of the river,” he crowed with the rest of them, little feet kicking in glee, and when he looked up at Lan Xichen, his eyes were just as bright and gleaming as his uncle’s. “Jiu-mu, chant louder! I can’t hear you.”

“I don’t know the words, I fear,” Lan Xichen admitted with a soft laugh, but soothed the boy’s imminent pout by stomping his feet to the beat, bouncing him. “I’ll need Young Master Jin to chant loud enough for the both of us, if you would?”

“I can be loud!” Jin Ling agreed readily, proving that statement perfectly. Lan Xichen laughed and simply held onto the wiggling boy, eyes once more locked on golden skin, a dancing braid, and laughing eyes.

He’d always found Jiang Cheng to be a beautiful man. Even if he hadn’t looked like his mother, which seemed to be the usual comparison, his sharp features and strong jaw where enough to make any artist cry, or any bard wish to dedicate a song. Lan Xichen himself was guilty of that want, having more than once fond his fingertips caressing his guqin as his mind traced the edges of Jiang Cheng’s face, the slight curve in his nose, the hidden smiles in his lips. Thank the gods they’d found their way to intimacy - new as it was, and still terrifying on all levels - before Lan Xichen could fade away from pining.

Knowing such a gorgeous, complicated, difficult man was his husband and was pleased to be so was a whole new situation for his heart to deal with. This assault to his senses now was not helping in the slightest.

“The song of the river flows in my warrior’s heart,” Jin Ling shouted with the rest and the chants seemed to come to a head. A new contender moved to the edge of the circle, a woman with her chin held high and bells woven in the coils of her braid. A thick purple cloth was wrapped around her breasts, but otherwise she looked no different from her chanting comrades, though her skin had been painted with black inks up and down her arms, showcasing her importance.

“Do you hear the river call?” Jiang Cheng demanded of her and Lan Xichen realized that this was probably the point of the whole strange ritual. He squinted at the woman’s face, trying to recall her, and was surprised to note she had been a guest disciple Jiang Cheng had welcomed into Lotus Pier a few months prior, a wanderer, and had traveled in black.

Now, the robes on her legs were Yunmeng violet. Was this how Lotus Pier welcomed new members?

Lan Xichen leaned forward best he could with a bouncing child, enraptured. The woman lifted her chin even higher, all pride and confidence, and gave the reply, voice thick in her home dialect. “The river has called me home.”

Jiang Cheng nodded once and slid back into a fighting stance. Immediately, the woman charged. As before, Jiang Cheng dodged and tossed her over his shoulder, ducking under a kick, and she landed on her feet, perfectly on the edge of the circle. A cheer went up at the landing and she bowed, low and thankful, smile wide and guileless. Jiang Cheng bowed back. Lan Xichen could read the pride in his stance even without a clear view of his face.

“The river welcomes you home,” Jiang Cheng said and there was more stomping, clapping, cheering, but it was a mess now as all the disciples swarmed their newest member, lifting her onto their shoulders to carry her off. Jiang Cheng was left behind, a satisfied grin on his face, and Jin Ling took that as his cue to leap from Lan Xichen’s lap and latch onto Jiang Cheng’s hip, Little Fairy yipping in excitement behind him.

Lan Xichen realized belatedly he should probably follow, but he didn’t even manage trying. Jiang Cheng’s eyes met his and then the man was moving over, because he clearly had no idea what that smile was doing to Lan Xichen’s heart. Or perhaps he did and that’s why he reveled in it.

“You look a little lost there, Lan Huan,” Jiang Cheng said, breathless and gleaming, and it was cruel, truly, that his husband expected him to be able to form coherent words at the sight of him. Goodness. “I take it GusuLan doesn’t celebrate new disciples with wrestling matches?”

He knew they didn’t and the mental image that conjured was enough to break some of the hold Jiang Cheng had on him, but only just. Lan Xichen managed a soft chuckle and not much else, given Jiang Cheng’s smile only widened at his efforts.

“We should,” he managed after a moment, only because Jiang Cheng was clearly waiting for him to say something, and he was proud his voice didn’t waver.

“The world’s most beautiful men and women, shirtless and wrestling in the dirt…” Jiang Cheng trailed off, considering that with a tilt of his head, and it was disarming how easily this man had captured his heart.

“You promised to teach us the ways of YunmengJiang, Wanyin,” Lan Xichen licked his lips, fighting down a wide, flustered smile as he indulged the joke - the flirting? - even at the expense of his usual composure. His ears still burned brightly despite his efforts.

Jiang Cheng smirked at that and leaned down, as though to brazenly steal a kiss, but stopped far short to be anything but too painful for his foolish heart to take.

“Then I suggest you start taking notes, husband,” Jiang Cheng said, a bit of a dare in that, and a lot of promise. Lan Xichen could only nod dumbly in response and promised himself to find any and all ways that it was possible to make Jiang Cheng smile like that everyday, just for him, for the rest of his life.

#ruenwrites #writing prompts #ahhHHHH #thank you so much for the ask!#this was way too much fun to write #and a perfect break from all my cleaning!#thank you thank you thank you!#xicheng #the untamed #jiang cheng #lan xichen #jin ling #little fairy

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mikenewtonhateblog · 4 years

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My oc’s aka too long of a gd post

The “BL” Crew (does not stand for boys love I’m just a moron who made that abbreviation before knowing what it stands for). My main crew and main series, a lot is a big WIP right now as I’m slowly redoing the first book and all the lore. Why? I love torture. Book is fantasy type but I won’t specify what.

Lacie, the protagonist. God tier idiot, bisexual bipolar depressed MESS, insomniac, former theater kid, doesn’t know what she wants out of life but currently it is not This(plot of book). Hot headed, impulsive, crude, rude, Mommy IssuesTM, would rather be taking a nap right now, rules are made to be broken, absolutely fucking FERAL, more bags under her eyes than the airport lost and found. 5’5, 130lbs, Aries, age 18, white as shit like literally the whitest human you have ever seen, strawberry blonde hair in a 2011 Hayley Willaims haircut with long bangs, the darkest brown eyes you’ve ever seen that stare directly into your soul. Lanky, no curves, body of a 12 year old boy but works out so she can and will kick your ass and thats a threat. Not human?

Josh. Soft boy, smart, Lacie’s cousin and only friend for like the first 18 years of her life, autistic anxious mess who’s special interest is anchient egyptian history, is in honors classes, despises math, passes out when his girlfriend looks too cute, just needs a hug. Can eat a whole carton of easy mac if left alone, whole wardobe is the same outfit just different colors/hoodies, sensory issues, seriously can someone give this guy a hug. 5’9, 150lbs, Pisces, age 18, mixed (half whatever flavor of white Lacie’s family is [they don’t even know its just some scandanavian shit and irish], and half mexican on his mom’s side), medium olive skin with freckles and moles, dark chocolate brown hair that’s a bit of a 2009 Beiber cut, warm brown eyes, not beefy, a lil thicc and self concious about it but squishy boys are GOOD. Gets bit by a werewolf so now he is one his mood on it is “thats a lot to unpack but let’s just throw the whole suitcase away”.

Zander. There is not one braincell in this man, himbo KING, pansexual dumbass with undiagnosed ADHD, no impulse control, head empty and full at the same time, PTSD, his fashion sense should be an actual crime, gets in fights to feel something, basic requirements for him to be attracted to you: kick his ass. Drinks his respect women juice, sees a folding table and must immediately launch himself on it, chaotic, cannot drive a car and will not, food aggression and eats enough for 3 people but never gains weight which is ILLEGAL, him and Lacie may be a couple.....but in this house we stan slow burn, he talks in caps and every sentence either ends with a question mark or exclaimation point, likes romcoms. 6’2, 190lbs, Sagittarius, age 19, austrailian roots and has the accent but is from [REDACTED FOR STORY REASONS], white, dorito shaped with long legs, blueish black hair that’s long and messy, dark navy eyes that match his hair, bigass neck scar from [REDACTED]. Not human

Peter. Gay dad friend who is TIRED of having to be in charge of a bunch of teenagers, only one with full functioning braincells, lowkey a genius who loves engineering, mixes magical technology with human technology because he likes to play god, is he ever sober? No one knows, will kill for a bottle of single malt, his fashion sense? Tastefully expensive suits perfectly tailored. Likes building his own weapons that no one else knows how to even use, generally non-threatening but can get scary if needed. 6’4, 140lbs string bean man, Scorpio, age 179 but looks early 30s, I know I said Lacie is the whitest human but he’s even paler like a literal sheet of paper with scandanavian roots/ancestors were vikings or some shit, blonde hair styled like 2013 Brendon Urie lmfao, light crystal blue eyes. He’s a vampire and was born one.

Danielle. Tiny, sweet, queen of girls supporting girls, comments on all her friends instagram posts with 20 emojis, LOVES fashion and has a wardrobe that would make anyone jealous, oozes feminine energy, only child and parents are in love still, gets exactly 8 hours of sleep each night and wakes up looking like a disney princess. Just because she is small and cute doesn’t mean you should underestimate her she WILL fuck your shit up. Quiet when angey which is terrifying. Josh is her bf and she loves him so much but also loves teashing the shit out of him. Legally cannot cuss, polite, used her high heels as a weapon once, speaks like 5 languages because studying them is her hobby, gardens, hugs everyone. 5’0, 110, Taurus, age 18, mixed (half french-american, half Korean-american), glowy skin always, PETITE frame aka the friend everyone can pick up when they hug, long past her waist curly brown hair, bright green eyes. She’s not fully human as she has fae blood in her and this gives her the ability to talk to and control plants. Flower crowns for everyone

Becca. Theater kid who would die to sing in Wicked and has the vocal range to do so, cannot wait to graduate and go to her dream college which she got into and a scholarship, closeted lesbian bc her whole giant family is extremely catholic and she feels like not dealing with it, “no boys allowed in bedroom” rule is her favorite joke, chill, middle child of 5 siblings and just wants some peace and quiet for ONCE. Her fashion sense is “I’m dropping subtle hints I’m gay but only to other gays”, has a black belt and took self defense classes. 5’6, 145lbs, Virgo, age 18, Latina (cuban and mexican mix), darker brown skin with light freckles over her nose, athletic build, eyebrows on POINT, bright caramel eyes, short light brown hair cut in a bob, has a tiny nose stud, always wears a blue friendship bracelet her gf made her. Human

Anika. Calling her a bitch/slut is a compliment, bisexual, a bit of a mean girl but she grows out of it give her time!!! Is always Too Much, the horny friend, favorite color is red so thats almost all of her outfits, loves to show off her body as much as she can because she’s hot and knows it and thrives in her own confidence. Her mom is literally like Regina George’s mom from Mean Girls but married a rich man 20 years older than her, Anika doesn’t know her bio dad but thats fine neither does her mom and her step dad is nice and does his best to be a dad. Becca’s gf, always hanging out at her home so Becca can get some quiet because Anika’s an only child and has a pool. 5’9, 135lbs, Gemini, age 18, white, long layered dark reddish brown hair, teal-blue eyes, swimmers body type (I normally do not mention bust size but she would want the internet to know she was blessed with big bahoogles so there you go), can sprint in heels. Half mermaid (boy was that a surprise considering her mom doesn’t know who her father is LOL)

Rex. Nb uses they/them he/him pronouns but honestly will respond to any, goth lite, only attracted to men and ace, can read minds so knows all your secrets, mischevious little shit, great friends with Zander and enjoys his dumbass thoughts and that he’s basically a human version of Jackass, wears too many rings, goth boots for kicking and fashion babey, always has the freshest memes and will not hesitate to roast in the group chat, hangs with the girls most of the time. Chaos god who loves making art, be gay do crime, skateboard and spraypaint. 5’8”, 165lbs, Leo, age 18, Native American, masculine frame, dark brown skin, blue eyes, firetruck red shoulder length hair that’s usually in a ponytail, knock-off gucci sunglasses just for judging their friends. Has magic in their blood so not entirely human and can cast spells and shit (don’t roast me its a wip and I’m doing my research)

Sam. Boho goddess, aromantic, makeup and nails are always instagram worthy, quiet and stoic type but losens up around close friends, Rex is her best friend, has some trauma and doesn’t want to talk about it, emotionally numbed out a bit and wants to purely vibe. Has seen some of the worst parts of humanity and wishes she hadn’t, finds no point in being bitter or resentful though because that won’t change anything, loves cats and once she moves out shes adopting one or three. Has wine aunt energy. 5’4, 200lbs PLUS SIZE QUEEN, Scorpio, age 18, Filipino (her parents are immigrants fun fact!), really olive skin sometimes has a grey/green tinge to it, dark brown almost black shoulder length hair, gold-hazel eyes. Sam’s the victim of a family curse that requires her to consume human hearts to survive, she can transform into a pretty scary looking being and uses this curse to hunt down pedoph*les, r*pists, murderers, and abusers. The less often she feeds the less human she looks, hence the constant grey/green tinge to her skin.

Andy. Baby of the group, must be protected at all costs, 100% didn’t sign up to be in a friendgroup of 90% monsters but highkey loves it, trans, bi, anxiety MAXED, just wants to draw comics and cosplay spiderman, has to babysit his two younger sisters a lot because his parents are....not great, and as a result now knows all the lines to Tangled and The Little Mermaid. Big nerd energy, has to draw on everything including homework, gets inspiration for comics from his friends, awkward and socially anxious, drinks way too much tea and will accidentally steal your pens. Fears include: crowds, thunder, tall angry men, tiny spaces. Just trying his best. 5’2, 100lbs BEANPOLE BOY, Leo, age 16, white (irish and scottish roots), freckles absolutely EVERYWHERE, orangey red hair thats in desperate need of a haircut, chocolate brown eyes, braces, chronic nail biter. Human and kinda wishes he wasn’t.

That’s it for now if you read all this bless u thank u here is my whole heart. Please no discourse, literally these are fictional people I’ll never publish the books they go to.

#no i am not looking for critiques on them #i get my critiques elsewhere lmao #my ocs

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howdoyoudothedew · 4 years

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Another long SPN post

This time it’s notes from my WIPs. I never actually really wrote any of these, but tags and titles are included. Anyone can use these as starting points for a fanfic, have fun

Henry/Balthazar Summary: When Henry’s mentor, Benny, doesn’t return from the war Henry is saddened. He refuses to believe Benny died. Won’t even entertain it. On the way to find his missing mentor/father figure, he meets Balthazar. A strange man with a british accent and a habit of flirting with everyone, especially him. He finds Benny. He finds love. THen Balthazar tells him he’s from another time period and has to go. The last chapter is Balthazar saving Henry from Abaddon. Side note: Henry has blue eyes that Balthy apparently likes to wax poetic about Chapter One The day’s circled on his calendar. ‘Benny comes home’. That would be today. Or, it would’ve been. He had gotten the letter a week ago. ‘Benjamin Lafitte died in the war. We send our condolences.’ The letter, of course, wasn’t actually as cold and unfeeling as that. But it didn’t matter. Because it felt like that. It felt like someone had taken him and shoved him in an ice bath. He couldn’t believe the letter. He wouldn’t believe the letter. Benny had promised he’d live through this war. And if he had to find him, then by golly he’d find him. Even if he had to do it on his own. Henry snuck out of the bunker that night. A pack of food was the only thing he brought with him. That, and a picture of him and Benny. No one caught him on the way out. He knew the passages too well. He stole a bike from the garage, and left. There would be no note left in his absence. No trace of where he’d gone. Because if he’d left one, he worried that they’d try to find him. Find him and drag him back. But he couldn’t go back. Not now. Not without Benny. New section He’d been on the hunt for four days now. Had traveled from Lebanon, Kansas to Chattanooga, Tennessee and was slowly making his way to the Georgia coastline. His plan was to check coastal cities first. Then he’d work inwards till he covered all of the US. He only hoped Benny would return here and not go to another country. This is where he runs into Balthazar It’s when he’s asking a bartender if he’d ever seen Benny, while showing his picture Balthy comes up to him and says “Are you from around here, because you’re a perfect ten.”

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Don't Make Bets With Love Goddesses Five chapters Alternative meeting, canon divergent, Gabriel is Loki, Aphro has her son arrow multiple people, but Gabe bypasses them all “You cheated!” “That never seemed to matter to you before, now how did I cheat?” “Eros shot Sam with an arrow!” “My son’s arrow never touched the Winchester.” Everyone has what the humans would call a ‘soulmate’, not everyone finds them and they're not always romantic. It looks like Gabe found his, though.

Chapter One Explains how Loki has messed around, yet has never fallen in love “I will never fall in love” the Norse god boasted. He was talking out of his ass, and Aphrodite knew it. Loki bets Aphrodite that he will never fall in love She accepts with a wicked twinkle in her eye Aphro has never been able to pass up bets, especially when they deal with love He was close once, with Kali, but it ultimately fell flat It didn’t even actually fall flat with Gabe, but with Kali who could sense his growing attachment and cut off their involvement before it could happen. They had made a promise to each other that their thing would remain ‘no strings attached’. Then years where nothing happens

Chapter Two Sam enters the scene He’s tall and handsome; funny, sarcastic, witty. And he’s one of the only people Gabe has ever met that won’t take his crap. That will see right through it. Gabriel vows right then and there that he won’t fall in love with Sam.

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Different Circumstances Summary: Where the first meeting isn't of a boy with demon blood and an archangel, hidden as a trickster god, disguised as a janitor. Nor is the second meeting, or the third, or even the fifth. Until suddenly it is and the world seems just that much more messed up. Six chapters Tags: Canon divergent, Canon universe, 5 + 1 format, fluff, angst

Chapter One High school Gabe is the ‘bad kid’ They bond over pranks, and Gabe teaches Sam a few tricks

Chapter Six Sam connects all the dots and realizes the few people he had met in his life, the ones other than Jess that he had clicked with on automatic, were all the same person. Where all the trickster, Loki the god of mischief, and Gabriel the messenger of God. He hadn’t even clicked with Jess as quickly as he had seemed to click with each and every version of Gabe he had met. And now he was gone.

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To Heal A Soul Summary: Castiel isn't the only angel who tried to save Sam Winchester from the Cage. But while Castiel got a body, the other found only a soul. Tiny and broken, frayed at the edges, yet still somehow alive curled up in the corner of the Cage. Gabe keeps and heals Sam’s soul until he feels that it could be replaced with minimum consequences, when he does replace it there is still a battle. Gabe can’t help him with this battle, none of Team Free Will can. Gabe's dog is Max Chapter One Gabe gets Sam’s soul, just his soul, from the Cage because he knows what’ll happen if he puts his soul back in his body after Lucifer had ripped it out Sam gets a different… form type thing. Like, I don’t know Gabe uses pagan magic to give Sam a body like his own Explains to Sam the situation

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Stacy’s Dad (Lafittz) Tags: help me for i know not what im doing, i love this song and had to do this though, babysitter!garth, single father!benny, female teen oc, benny is older than garth by a few years, dilf!Benny, Notes: I'm sorry for the dilf tag, but I thought of it and it was too funny to me to not include it. Garth’s turned twenty a day ago, and is babysitting Benny’s kid (she’s twelve, so it’s not exactly babysitting) Benny’s thirty (his wife and him had Stacy when they were eighteen, they married right out of high school) Garth asks Benny out, saying that he promised him when he was eleven he’d go out with him when he turned twenty Stacy and Garth go to the pool, where Benny may work as a lifeguard Or, Stacy met Garth during her freshman year and they hit it off immediately as friends But Stacy liked Garth, and when he met Stacy’s dad it was practically love at first sight. (Because he's mushy like that) Or Benny and Andrea had her at sixteen, and Benny was estatic. Sure, it was early and he wasn't sure if he was ready, but he'd be damned if he didn't try to be a good father.

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Scarecrow Summary: Remake where Cas is a “hunter” who Dean picks up on the way to ----, he's working the same case and they decide to pretend to be a couple to solve it. Also, instead of Meg, Sam runs into Gabriel because he picks him up on the road before he got to Meg. Sam’s part is inspired in part by the honeythief amv. Tags: s01e11 Scarecrow, rewrite, i tried, canon divergent, canon hopping, beginning unchanged, fake/pretend relationship, bonding(????) Dean picks up Cas either along the road (a parallel of their brothers) or at the food place he and Sammy split A man slid into the seat Sam had vacated, black hair Dean could only describe as bedroom hair, piercing blue eyes, and a trenchcoat. “So you're going after the missing couples, too?” The other couple isn't there, instead the people there immediately assume they're a couple Cas immediately goes with it and when Dean asks about it later he simply shrugs and explains that this job seemed to require some falsehood

---- Short ficlet where they find Narnia. “I thought you'd already been to Narnia given how deep inside the closet you are,” Gabriel joked.

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Sabriel Anniversary Sam: Gabriel, I figured we could go where I first fell in love with you. Gabriel: Sam, I'd rather not… Sam: Why not? Gabriel: I have bad memories there. Sam, in surprise: Bad memories? I mean , sure we tried to kill you Gabriel: Lucifer killed me. Sam: Oh… Oh! You were thinking Elysian Fields? I meant Crawford Hall! Gabriel: What? Sam nervously rubs the back of his neck while looking away: Yeah… Could never really get you out of my head after that. *looks back at him* Even when I really wanted to. ----

Everytime they find Gabriel again, Sam wants to ask Gabriel to help. He wants him to stay. Though he tells himself it's not for him, but the world. But then they leave him behind in that ring of holy fire. And he… dies. At the hands of Lucifer. Sam thinks that's it. But then he shows up again, only to save him and leave him. (But it wasn't just him- it was Castiel as well, he has to remind himself for the next few weeks till it sticks.) So this time Sam swallows everything down, and he tells himself it's okay. Gabriel would've never stayed. And that's fine. Then Gabriel's back again, and he finally agrees to be on their team. He finally agrees to simply stay, even if it isn't for him. So of course he has to die all over again. ----

A rebound. Gabriel knows that's exactly what this is. After knowing Sam for all these years, he can read him. Read him easier than he can read himself. Heck, he knew Jess and Sam’d date the second he saw them together. And just as he knew, a month later they were dating. So yeah, Gabriel knew how to read Sam and how he felt about others. Romantic feelings just weren't there for him. Sure, Sam sounded sincere. He truly believed he liked Gabriel, and Gabriel knew that. But he knew his best friend and he knew the feelings were just his body’s half-assed attempt at fixing whatever hole Jess had left him with that he refused to recognize.

“I'm not ready.” It's not a lie. Gabriel isn't ready to date anyone, even if he loves Sam with all his heart. But he refused to be a rebound. He told the girlfriend Sam has before Jess- Ruby- as much when she gave him her twisted blessing after Sam broke up with her. If Sam knew that's what he was looking for in Gabriel, it would crush him. The poor kid would feel terrible, and Gabriel knows it. That is something he won't allow. Sam deserved happiness, but it couldn't be with him. Not now. Maybe not ever.

---- Crime Cleaners crime scene cleaners sam and dean who get roped into something well above their paygrade by two particular Novaks, possible villain being Luci and Lilith, who is his 'queen' they definitely get help from their friend Bobby and the Novak's friends Charlie, Rowena, and Rowena's girlfriend, the coroner Billie Or, serial killers God and his Righteous Man, who are secretly Dean and Cas. Gabe and Sam are the ones trying to find them.

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John Winchester and Chuck Shurley meet the parents thing. John first meets Cas, and Dean explains that Cas is his husband. Then he meets Gabriel, Sam’s bondmate-husband- and an archangel. When he mentions how weird this is, Gabriel is the one who points out that “If you think it's weird that your son in laws are angels, just remember that their father in law is literally God.”

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Normal au, Gabriel shows up out of nowhere because he has to do a blood sugar test to check for diabetes or some shit and he just grabs Sam: “I need your blood.”

#supernatural #sabriel #destiel #laffitz #henthazar #spn prompts #spn fic ideas

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bunnymossmakes · 4 years

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Woo Your Woman [WIP]

[Sharky Boshaw x Francine “Franny” Mayhew]

Rated T for Language and Sexual Content

If there's two things Sharky Boshaw knows like the back of his hand, it's how to start a fire, and how to woo a woman.

Okay, there’s one thing he knows, it's arson. Fire enthusiasm.

But the wooing women part, well. There's some learnin' to do. Specially with that hot-shot Rook out there snatching up all the fine ladies of Hope County. And really, who wants to bang a catch like him when there's a fuckin' cop with loose morals storming around blowing up Peggies like the fourth of July? Used to be he and Hurk could at least catch a wink or a kiss, if not the occasional drunken bathroom blowjob.

And god damnit if he ain't gonna shoot his shot for precisely the latter, from that blonde badger-looking broad across the bar.

“Well honestly I was thinkin' about maybe goin' down to the river by my mama's place and catchin' frogs again after dark, if yer feelin' up to it,” Hurk elbows him just hard enough to bring his bleary-eyed focus over to his cousin, “you wanna maybe pick up some beers and call the Dep and-“

“Man fuck po-po, okay? Well actually don’t, that'd be weird, he's like. Your business partner, man,” Sharky interrupts, tugging on the bill of his cap, “just… sorry cuz. I'm trynna get laid and Rook's gettin' all the bitches. He's got asses bouncing at him left and right and I just wanna see what that girl over there tastes like, you know?”

Hurk blinks once or twice before the tinge of pink flushes his cheeks, certainly not from the excess of shit beer he’s been knocking back, and opens his mouth to retort before deciding another drink is a better option. After one big swig, which Sharky gladly matches, he musters up the proper response.

“Cuz, I don’t think you wanna go down on her right there at the bar-“

“Aw shit man, not what I meant,” he grimaces, “ain’t done that in ages. A pretty gal like her don’t deserve my half-ass attempt.”

“Just ask her h'wat her name is first,” Hurk says simply, tipping his beer bottle towards the very blonde in question, who raises an eyebrow at the two of them.

Never in his damn life has the Spread Eagle suddenly felt so hot. Like, not fire heat, no, that shit's tolerable and preferable, to whatever suffocating swamp is bogging down his lungs and making his face burn red. She’s looking right at him and she doesn’t seem to give a shit. She's looking right at him and fluttering those pretty lashes and – by god she just belched.

Open-mouthed chest-thumping cockles-of-her-soul belched.

Oh god he's in love.

“Pretty lady what's your name?” he blurts before his thoughts have come even halfway back round in his skull, and she stiffens in surprise.

“Me?” she says, and her voice is gruff like sandpaper and oh god he's in love not drunk, in love damnit.

…a little drunk maybe.

“Good job Shark,” Hurk encourages with a pat on the shoulder, and Sharky swats out blindly to hush him up.

The blonde across the bar looks between the two of them, then at herself, down at the dirty t-shirt she's wearing, and back up into his eyes. Can she see into his soul? Is she actually a witch or some shit? Was that belch her wicked mating call, and she’s gonna lure him back to her evil swamp lair and bite his head off like a praying mantis? He swears one of her eyes is a little off kilter but she's the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

“Francine,” she says, almost sounding surprised, but that’s fine, her name is lovely, “er. Frannie.”

He can't even speak. How does he respond to that? Where have his words gone? He definitely passed third grade English. Maybe. Probably not. God damn this bar feels like a sauna.

“Niiice to meeeet yeewww, Frannciiine,” Hurk hisses, “you gotsta respond dude.”

“You're hot,” is what he says instead, “or. It's hot. In here. Cuz you’re. Pretty. I like your shirt. Nice belch.”

Chances ruined. Shot deflected. What the fuck came out of his mouth? This is why he can't get his dick wet.

But Frannie – blessed Frannie – smiles big as can be and hides behind a big swill of her pint. Slams it back down on the bar with froth on her upper lip like the most graceful mustache he's ever seen on a lady (and he’s seen plenty in Hope County.) She doesn’t even bother to wipe it off her face before she’s up out of her seat and heading for the door. But something about that grin on her freckled face says follow me not I'm noping the fuck outta here.

And so he does, with a celebratory if not preemptive whoop from his cousin.

“Git ‘er Sharky!” Hurk claps his hands together, and all he can do is snort as he stumbles off his own stool and after the walking embodiment of his deepest drunken desires.

Following behind her is like chasing a deer through the brush. Except he’s never done that, and she's drunk enough to stumble a little as she trudges out the front door. Granted, so is he, but he’s always carried himself well enough to get by. At least, that's what he tells himself. Hurk says he looks kinda like a bowlegged daddy longlegs when he's drunk, but what does Hurk know about majesty when he sees it?

“This way stranger!” he hears from outside on the porch as the door swings shut between them.

Barging through is easy, but catching up to her halfway across the street is hard when he’s this wobbly.

“Where you goin' Frannie?” Sharky calls, a little more high-pitched than he'd intended, and she laughs real quiet so he can just barely hear.

“Just come on, ballcap, got somethin' to show you!” she says over her shoulder, but he isn’t focused on her face when she angles it back at him, “just across the street!”

“Well alright, but I'll have you know I am a gentleman, thank you very much, and I'm not expecting no free peep show in the alley,” he clarifies, “a man of culture and chivalry only expects titty flashes in the open street, or in the privacy of someone's bedroom - doesn't matter whose.”

He sees her elbows bend, watches her hands settle on the hem of her t-shirt, and holy Bongo II is she gonna turn around and flash him did that just work hello God it’s me Sharky—

Frannie face plants in the gravel not two steps further. Tripped on her own damn feet or something. And in that moment, sprawled in the dirt, limbs akimbo, she may as well be a fallen angel. He can’t even help her up he’s too busy tripping over his own self, ogling at the sight before him. This woman is a mess, and he might be too.

Okay no he totally is.

Somehow he manages to stumble forward and get ahold of one of her hands, and in a semi-fruitless struggle Frannie manages to get her ass under her and up onto her knees with his help. She's got mud on her face, and a skinned elbow, and the lopsided grin she offers says she's just fine.

“Was gonna show you but I fell,” she says simply, and all he can do is nod like an imbecile, “but come on I really wanna show you this other thing!”

The two of them get Francine on her feet and steady enough to start walking, and the second she turns away and out of his loose grasp he panics.

“I’m Sharky nice to meet you Frannie,” he gets out all in one exhale, “you don’t have to show me your tits they’re probably real nice. But I’m too drunk to remember them tomorrow and I'd really want to you know?”

Frannie pauses in her stride and turns back to him, still wearing that wide crooked smile.

“How bout I show you tonight and tomorrow? Why not both?”

“I mean. I’m not gonna say no. But I don’t think either of us are in the right way to be doin' that shit as drunk as we are,” he says, and since when has he cared?

How many women has he let yank him to the bathroom or out by the dumpster to fuck around with after a long night of drinking? …not as many as he’d like to imagine. Maybe only like two. Okay, he's got a point.

His companion simply nods, fine enough with his opinion, and ambles back on down her path. This time he manages to catch up to her and match her stride, and before he knows it he's mustered up the courage to reach out and hold her hand. The whole thing is giving him butterflies, and if Hurk could see him now he’d probably tease him for a solid month about it. The great Charlemagne Victor Boshaw, reduced to holding hands with a cute girl, going off on some adventure.

Seems she's leading him to the water tower nearby, and he’s fully prepared to tell her he’s scared of heights, but she keeps on walking. Up the little hill, towards the outside of town, to the little patch of trees up the road. The thought strikes him that perhaps he's about to get stabbed, or shot, or stabbed and shot – or maybe she really is gonna bite his head off in her evil lair – but then she looks to him and smiles again, squeezes his hand, and, nah, he’ll be fine.

#sharky boshaw #far cry 5 #moss writes #fanfiction #sharky x oc #frannie boshaw #far cry oc #far cry #ubisoft

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preraphaelitepunk · 4 years

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My goal for this month was to post fics at least three times a week. That goal has, shall we say, not been realized. I’ve been writing every day, though, and have amassed about 18k on my current WIP -- approximately 5k of which has gone into my “holding cell” folder, also known as the “this no longer works so let’s trash it but still preserve it because I can’t stand to throw it out” pile.

Just for giggles (or, more likely, groans), here’s an early rough scene that got yanked, in which I discovered that I have absolutely no idea how people play footsie or how to write such a thing.

WIP discard pile #1

One of the very best things about being unemployed, Crowley decided, was that he no longer had to hide it when he gazed adoringly at his angel. They no longer had to hide at all. Breaking the habits of six millennia, of the intricate dance around their feelings and the terror and hurt and miscommunications, was not simple, and there had been many unexpected bumps and potholes in the road. When one of them said the wrong thing or went too far — and Crowley knew it was always a matter of when and not if — they had promised each other they’d stay and talk about it, intentions and effects and how to do better in the future. No more fleeing, no more decades-long naps. It was exhilarating, and rather terrifying.

They were getting better at it, though, this open communication thing. And they had time now to practice.

“More tiramisu, angel? I don’t think I’ll finish mine.”

Aziraphale dabbed his mouth with his napkin. “Oh, I shouldn’t.”

“Just go to waste otherwise.” Crowley nudged the half-empty dessert plate across the table. “Be a shame if it just got thrown out. Go on, you know you want to.”

“Well,” he dithered, more for show than anything, and a teasing smile tweaked the corners of his lips. “All right, you’ve tempted me into it.”

“’Swhat I do, angel. Your own personal temptation demon. Practically an act of charity, keeping me off the streets like this, letting me tempt you instead of random humans.”

Aziraphale smirked around a spoonful of tiramisu. Swallowing, he said lightly, “Who knows how many souls I’ve saved from your wicked wiles?” A brogued toe nudged against Crowley’s instep.

“Oh, countless, I expect. Tons and tons of souls.”

“Then I suppose I’ll just have to keep you around a while longer, my love. For the good of humanity, of course.” The toe slid higher, circling Crowley’s pointy ankle bone.

“Of course.” Crowley solemnly sipped his drink as he allowed his own foot to twine around Aziraphale’s calf. He’d be blessed if he’d break first.

Aziraphale’s left eyebrow twitched, but he recovered quickly, retaliating with a toe-up-the-trouser-cuff move that made Crowley’s eyes widen behind his sunglasses. “Did I tell you I have some new books on order?”

“I’m shocked, angel. So unlike you.” There: that spot behind the angelic knee. It was a vulnerability, but required a delicate touch and a bit of a stretch.

“Ahem. Er, yes, some lovely volumes came up for, ah, auction online. I’m particularly excited about Foxe’s Actes and Monuments. Sixteen thirty-two, original leather binding, absolutely gorgeous engravings. Not very accurate text, I’m afraid — he got a bit carried away writing some of the lives of the martyrs.” Putting down his spoon on the scraped-clean plate, Aziraphale shot an impish glance at Crowley, scooted down in his chair a bit, and went for the kill: a long, slow slide up the inner calf and ending with a delicate flourish above the knee.

That did it: Crowley couldn’t help grinning and squeaking in delight. How did such a noise even come out of him? Mortifying. “You win, angel, you win.”

The napkin made a repeat appearance, dabbing at smug lips. “I always do, my love. Now, I wonder what your forfeit should be?” His eyes sparkled as he reached for Crowley’s hand and squeezed it.

“Got anything in mind?” Crowley said.

“One or two things, perhaps.”

Ooh, that sounded promising. Clearing his throat, Crowley raised a hand a little more eagerly and a little less suavely than he might have intended. “Cheque, please.”

#good omens fanfic #ficlet #aziraphale and crowley #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #ineffable footsie #no seriously how do people play footsie #outtakes from wip #writing #ineffable nonsense #i have a better opening scene for them now i think

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rosesutherlandwrites · 5 years

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Art Meme Thingy

i was tagged by the AMAZING @thecandlesticksfromlesmis which is delightful as I didn’t realise i was really on your radar and I think you’re hella cool? And yes, I did draw my avatar. I am really amused to get tagged in on art things because...I draw so seldom, and until my recent tumblr rumblings, hadn’t done since I did an art class in high school. So--I am very flattered!

1. one insecurity Is anything I do interesting/original enough that anyone even wants to see it?

2. Two fears - my work is never quite what I WANT it to be -that people will make fun of my stuff or tell me it’s crap (which has happened but I was a CHILD and you’d think by now I might have moved past that a little? it’s ridiculous)

3. Three (Art) Turn-Ons

-LIGHT I LOVE LIGHT -when one person in a scene is looking right at you as if they are totally aware they are in a work of art and are being looked at, while around them everyone else is just doing their thing. -feeling like i am looking into a real life.

4. Four Life Fandom/Art Goals - become someone who creates things more regularly and not just now and then when i hammer out a few minutes because I really should try and remind people i have creative interests - Actually make some progress on my original non-fandom work, because I am in love with it as an idea but “real life” has been derailing me badly. - find a fantastic group of people like my tumblr pals who are actually closer to me so that i can occasionally geek out freely in the flesh and not just online. - finally do a play or musical again, because my back to school/multiple moves in a short time/total career change has kept me from that and I miss it BADLY (going from someone who works in theatre/film and did multiple projects in a year to not being involved in anything for three years straight is painful to my soul)

5. Five Things I Like Drawing?? - People. ALWAYS PEOPLE

-people surrounded by things that tell me stuff about who they are - Fantasy creatures. not as much now, but I used to adore this--elves, fairies, centaurs. - interesting expressions and movements--although I am very bad at getting them to be accurate

- pretty details--things like halos, or the hems of dresses.

6. Six Weaknesses

- i’m a fucking perfectionist and it stresses me out LET THINGS BE WHAT THEY ARE (I’m keeping this because UGH ME TOOO_ - i put too much value into what other people think of my work, like if it makes me happy that should be enough (are we the same person? really) - I want things to be good right away and have hard time making myself practice things I am not already good at. - I have such a hard time settling down and focusing to work on stuff.

(if ppl are assholes i refuse to work with them, and i feel like in this industry that’s a weakness? even if they are super super good at what they do I just can’t tolerate dickheads and i rarely ever give them a second chance which is unfair--an aside: GOOD FOR YOU! I would rather work with a director like that any day of the week and if more people were like that the entire performing arts industry would be way less full of toxic disgusting bullshit PLEASE NEVER CHANGE)

- I have too many interests and i am one of those people who is blessed/cursed with being at least okay at a lot of different kinds of artistic things, but it makes me slightly--I obsess about dance for a year, and then singing for six months, and then spend two weeks drawing every damn day, and then i take a class in stage combat and get nutty about that, and then I write all night for three weeks straight, and so on and so on.And then i decide i need to make a perfect croissant. It’s interesting, but it isn’t necessarily great for following through an anything. -i hate having to try and make any sort of a profit off of my creative stuff? because it makes me super anxious and totally blocks me. it’s why i stopped acting professionally. so i am trying to learn to just have hobbies and it turns out i am bad at not taking everything painfully seriously

7. Seven things I love

(this is less about my specific work and more about content in general) -COLLABORATION (i love i love i love) -people that reblog my shit and write in the tags talking specifically to me knowing that i’m creeping on the reblogs -seeing peoples work that is in styles I could never hope to replicate and would never have come up with -Cosplay Cosplay Cosplay why do i have no money or sewing skills or other friends closely with whom I can Cosplay!!!

-everyone’s different interpretations of characters. even if it doesn’t match my own imaginings i still think it’s cool and interesting and so much fun -wild aus and crazily spiralling fandom jokes. -finding new things to love based on the things my mutuals are doing and loving that I haven’t heard of (like I just finished reading The Cruel Prince because of @montparnassee and @petalproufaerie did a wicked cosplay for it? And I’m pretty sure the idea for my current WIP wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for @mysunfreckle’s fairytale aus, and @adorablecrab‘s art that references some of it. - aesthetic posts that have nothing to do with my fandoms but fill me with so much joy

8. Tag Eight people

I don’t really tag people in this stuff? because I would love to see what anyone who has the time and wants to do this has to say, but i hate feeling like I’m maybe leaving people out. So if you want to join, join! Please! and tag me so i see it and get to know you better!

#laughingmistress does memes #tag game? ask game? a game #long af #secondhand rose #me and the arts

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kairosimperative · 6 years

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WIP Week Day Six

My AU WIP: Untitled Fairytale Just one little snippet under the cut because that’s all that exists in the world of this one. I tried and failed to have something for one of the IWRYs of the past few years, and haven’t had the nerve to keep experimenting with it.

There once was a princess with a strange and wondrous gift, granted to her by spirits that circled her cradle though she saw them not. Her father the king was killed in battle when she was just a child, and she fled with her mother to the land of Solandale, where they found sanctuary and were revered as the Princess Buffy grew ever stronger and more beautiful. But the spirits could no longer reach her, and her gift was unknown to all.

On her fifteenth nameday, a wiseman from a distant land came to join the celebration, and when he laid his eyes on the Princess Buffy, he knew at once from the mark on her brow that she had been Chosen.

“What does it mean?” the Queen Joyce said. “Answer me, for within my daughter is the only hope for our kingdom.”

“Your highness, do not be afraid. No harm will befall the Chosen Princess, but evil cannot stand before her. A good and true soul will be blessed by her presence. A wicked man or a foul spirit will fall to ashes at the touch of her hand.”

When he had spoken these words, Elder Giles, for that was his name, fell to his knee and swore to serve the Princess Buffy for all of his days.

#wip week #buffy fanfiction #buffy/angel

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khirsahle · 6 years

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Last Lines: Dragon Age

Tagged for the “last line” meme by @sasskarian! Because I like making things as complicated as possible (and I really loved seeing them all lined up together), I am sorting through finished fics and grouping them by fandom. I’ll only include a WIP if it is part of a series.

FIRE WALK WITH ME

Oh, Aidan thought, stroking his tongue into his Voice’s mouth, fingers sifting through the silk of his hair. The heat of his body was intoxicating; the weight of his trust, his love, was more than Aidan could have ever wanted. This was where his life had been leading him all along: a proud and open mage in his surly elf’s arms, basking in the impossible joy he’d somehow found down this strange and winding road.

And it was still far, far from The End.

BY ANY OTHER NAME (WIP)

But then, thank the Maker, he wasn’t the one who had to. So he simply smiled at his friend and tried his best to sound reassuring as he added, “Let’s go find that Voice of yours.”

UNCHAINED MELODY (WIP)

A Voice. A soulmate. A way out of the prison that had become her life; could it even be possible?

“I bet he’s tall and strong and handsome,” Dayna said, just old enough that she cared about that sort of thing. She stood, moving around the makeshift bed as Petyr brought the lyrium.

“I bet he has the face of a butt and the butt of a mabari,” Timothy added helpfully.

“Well at least that would be familiar,” Aria said, caching her breath as Raoul carefully spun her down to the bed of cloaks, spread so carefully near (but not too near) the little fire. “I was raised with you lot, after all.”

INTO THE DARK (WIP)

Carver just grunted in response, taking the heavy sag of Cullen’s weight and using a well-timed kick to the back of his knee to send him slumping. Cullen may have been thoroughly out of it—confused and angry and struggling to stay focused—but he was still all packed muscle and powerful blows. When he suddenly jerked back, wrenching against Carver’s grip, the shock of the blow was almost enough to have him let go. He grunted instead, swallowing the reverberating pain and grateful for once for the ridiculous Templar armor. If that crack had hit unguarded skin, he’d have a broken collarbone to show for it, for certain.

“Stop. Fighting. Me,” Carver growled, struggling to find the right balance between enough force to get Cullen under control and not enough force to hurt him even more.

DEVIL’S SPOKE

“Hush,” she whispered, turning in his arms. She pressed close, sliding her fingers into his hair, and lifted up onto the balls of her feet until their mouths were just a breath apart—her skirt unfurling around them, the cry of gulls overhead, Starkhaven in the distance. “I know. I love you too.”

And as the ship crested the waves leading into the waiting harbor, Hawke pulled Sebastian Vael, prince of Starkhaven, into a long, deep, blissfully perfect kiss—the kind of which even Varric, bless his romantic soul, would have heartily approved.

THE CHESHIRE’S GRIN

“Well,” Hera purred, voice dropping a teasing register; Josie actually shivered. “Good thing I’m so damn convincing then, hmm?”

Cole pawed at her ankle again and Josie’s smile melted into a welcoming grim. “Yes,” she said. “I think it is maybe a very good thing.”

BED OF LIES

And truly, in the face of a command like that, what could he do but rise and pull her into his arms—tangle his fingers in soft hair as he kissed her and kissed her and kissed her—and whisper with each twining stroke of his tongue:

“As m’lady wishes.”

AS THE WORLD FALLS DOWN

Minutes passed. Their breaths filled the tower room, slow and steady. The stars stretched overhead, silent and beautiful and still.

And then: “Cullen?”

“Mm?” he murmured, drifting. Tired. For perhaps the first time in his life, utterly, blissfully content.

“Why is there a hole in your ceiling?”

ALL I ASK OF YOU

She sighed as he tightened his grip on her, looking out across the peaks and valley of Skyhold. In the distance, the sky was fading a bruised violet as the sun rose on the final day of the Inquisition’s grand ball. “You know,” Elayne said, voice quiet, amusement wending through each word, “Sera is going to be so bloody proud.”

FATHER FIGURE

And, well. Perhaps he wasn’t so tired after all. Varric reached around to cup the full curve of Hawke’s ass, pulling her over him with a wide, wicked grin. “Oh,” he murmured, dragging his teeth along her jaw. “Aye aye, captain.”

RED RIGHT HAND

He smiled up into the kiss—and gave himself over to this beast of a man who had claimed him. Thank Andraste, Anders thought, twining his arms around Hawke’s neck. He couldn’t imagine ever wanting it any other way.

THE MAN COMES AROUND

“I’m going to make you beg for my cock, sweetheart,” Hawke promised him, the weight of an oath in his voice. “And by the time I give it to you, you’ll be so broken down you won’t remember what it’s like not to want me.”

Anders shuddered and drew in a ragged breath, turning his head to look at Hawke. Shafts of light played over scarred, harsh, handsome features. Lyrium-blue eyes blazed around the black dilation of his pupils. Slowly, Anders lifted a shaking hand to cup his lover’s jaw.

“I’m already there,” he said.

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Total number of completed stories: 16 Total word count posted: 44199 Total word count written: 79400

Chronological breakdown:

January Drop It Like It’s Hot, Shadowhunters, Alec meets an admirer.

February Love Is A Contact Sport, Shadowhunters, Izzy/Clary, spanking fic written for Femslash February Hold On, Hold On To Me, Shadowhunters, Alec/Magnus, Battle Couple fic written for Chocolate Box (chocolateboxcomm) Fire In My Bones Quakes, Alec/Magnus, Alec partly acquires Magnus’ magic, written for Chocolate Box (chocolateboxcomm)

March Blood On Your Shirt, Shadowhunters, Jace/Maia, Violence and sex in the aftermath of the massacre, written before it was canon

April In All Of Time And Space, This Is Where We Meet, Shadowhunters, Alec/Magnus, meet-cute IN SPACE always keep your heart locked tight, Kate Daniels series, Barabas/Christopher, they don’t really talk at the wedding, written for Smut Swap (smutswap)

May Say Yes And I’ll Follow, Shadowhunters, Alec/Magnus, magical bondage and a whole lot of consent

June lie with foxes (catch their fleas), songfic written for Jukebox (jukebox_fest), fantasy politics, threesomes and a bunch of animal puns The Glitch, Original Work written for Soul exchange (soulexchange), Spaceship pilot and the AI that’s her soulmate

July Depression hit me and I didn’t get any writing done

August Suspended in Motion, Shadowhunters, Alec/Magnus, Alec is really into Magnus’ everything, inspired by Magnus’ whimsical suspenders (and the Banehawk)

September The Hunter’s Moon Hustle, Shadowhunters, Alec/Magnus, Alternate Meet-Cute, involving a whole lot of pool, written for Unconventional Courtship (unconventionalcourtship) trying hard now, flying high now, Shadowhunters, Alec/Magnus, they both have insecurities, but nothing that a lot of training and honest conversations can’t cure, id-fic written for Iddy Iddy Bang Bang (iddyiddybangbang), second part of Vidit, Vicit, Venit.

October Walk A Little Closer, Shadowhunters, Alec/Magnus, three very different slice of life walks, All Coins Lead To Rome, John Wick movies, Gianna D’Antonio character study, written for Trick Or Treat (trickortreatex)

November & December Didn’t post anything because Doom at work and Depression made for really bad writing mojo. Did manage to write enough to make my yearly goal.

Other Things I Wrote Wrote one fic not listed here for a kinkmeme. Wrote Rune Battle fillets together with RedOrchid (best writing pal out there). Stuff for Dungeon’s and Dragons (I am really bad at short character summaries, hot damn), Dear Author letters for fic exchanges.

Still Stuck In The WIP Folder SO MUCH I AM ASHAMED. The Space AU, although I started posting that on Jan 1st 2018 (still need to work on the final chapters though). The Unicorn Fic, Third part of Vidit, Vicit, Venit, The Rom Com (going to try and start posting that after Space AU wraps up), The Alec & Izzy Parabatai fic. I’ve also got a loooooot of concept notes lying around. At some point I need a three-month vacation so I can write the Idris=Troy AU.

Overall Thoughts:

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you'd predicted? Overall I wrote less than I set out at the start of the year. While I saw certain months of Doom coming, I’d still underestimated how terribly DOOM those were. I did make my minimum goal of 75k words written, and I’m really glad I decided to join GYWO. Without their sexiest spreadsheet to ever track word counts, I wouldn’t have kept writing all year through. It’s the first year I was employed all year long, with a very high intensity job, and I’m thrilled I kept writing.

What pairing/genre/fandom did you write that you would never have predicted in January? I didn’t expect to like the John Wick movies as much as I thought, and definitely didn’t think they’d be the kind of movie I’d want to write fic for. Yet, here I am :D

Did you take any writing risks this year? I did step out of my comfort zone to write about Artificial Intelligence, otherwise this felt more like a year of fine-tuning strengths.

Do you have any fanfic goals for the new year? Post and complete a chaptered longfic. FINISH AT LEAST ON WIP OVER 10k

From my past year of writing, what was...

My favorite story of the year: Suspended in Motion, because of Magnus’ suspenders, but also because I think I really got them right here, and struck the right balance between slice of life, intimacy and the world outside of Alec and Magnus.

My best story of this year: Walk A Little Closer, I think this is the best story I wrote characterization wise, and I really like the flow and the themes.

My most popular story of this year: Kudos and Subscriptions: Fire In My Bones Quakes, Bookmarks, Comments and Hits Say Yes And I’ll Follow. I like the concept of the first and love the intimacy of the second, so I can live with the popular vote :D

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: lie with foxes (catch their fleas), it’s one of my favorite stories, because I struggled so hard while writing it, and am still really happy with the characterization and fantasy politics and the flow of the whole thing. Still sad the person I wrote it for never bothered to show up.

Most fun story to write: The Hunter’s Moon Hustle, it’s a meet-cute, and I love the category romance it’s based on.

Story with the single sexiest moment: Suspended in Motion, I have a weakness for Magnus’ suspenders, which were the whole reason I wrote this fic, because hot damn, Alec reeling Magnus in by his suspenders is so sexy, I’m still not over it.

Story with single sweetest moment: Walk A Little Closer, Alec comforting Magnus

Hardest story to write: lie with foxes (catch their fleas), songfic is often pretty much origfic, and the requester had some really difficult requests that threw me for a loop for a long time.

Easiest story to write: Blood On Your Shirt, Maia roughing Jace up and then having rough hatesex with him just flew out of my hands, sex alley included. I’m tickled that I predicted that happening before canon.

Favorite Title: All Coins Lead To Rome because I laugh at my own puns

Favourite Opening Line: Now that things are back to normal, or well, to a resemblance to normal--Valentine is still loose, but Jace is back, the Institute is back under Lightwood control and no one is getting married-- Alec realizes that things aren’t normal at all. (x)

Favourite Closing Line: Shaida smiles into her tea. She’ll survive them all. The city is burning, so what’s another little fire? (x)

Favorite Line from Anywhere: He liked this side of Magnus. Dressed to the nines still from their date, talking about goblin spit and sheep guts, while sipping expensive wine. He was a galaxy of contradictions, spreading stardust and light wherever he went. (x)

Fic-writing goals for 2018: Write a minimum of 75k Post a story every month Finish at least one WIP of over 10k

Other thoughts:

I’m happier when I’m writing, so sometimes I think I should try and use it as a way to treat myself. On the other hand, I should really remind myself that I write to make myself happy, but that it’s totally okay to not feel like writing too.

GYWO (getyourwordsout) was a blessing, I love tracking things and setting goals, and it really helped me with writing more habitually, which improved my writing and general mood.

Writing pals are awesome! I want more! Long live Discord to hash out plots and do word wars! Had to default on Yuletide, which was the biggest bummer of the year. Writing my recip a treat is on the to-do list, and it's good I defaulted well in advance of the deadline, both for the exchange as for my mental health. Don't dwell on it! Shadowhunters remains the fandom of my heart. No idea when the inspiration will run out, but honestly I still love everything about it so much.

@actuallyredorchid and @maleccrazedauthor you tagged me in the self-evaluation one, but I always do this one, so I hope that’s good too :D

#jan by jan #jan writes fic #about me #thanks to everyone who commented #reblogged and like any of my stuff this year #i really appreciate it a lot

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Scrapbook 2018

Scrapbook for 2018! A reminder, for myself and others-

Italicized titles = enjoyed muchly, bold titles = love, titles with an asterisk* = OBSESSION and titles in (brackets) are re-watches/re-reads. And lastly, strikethough = DISLIKE.

Goals are: read forty-five new books this year, finish six video games, write either 30 fics or 70k total, finish the damn Sabriel AU, and write something original.

MOVIES

January

(Guardians of the Galaxy 2)

Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales

February

(LOTR: Fellowship)

(Wonder Woman)

Black Panther

Annihilation

March

The Ritual

Cloverfield Paradox

Pacific Rim Uprising

A Wrinkle In Time

(Star Wars: The Force Awakens)

(IT)

(Star Wars: The Last Jedi)

April

Wolf Children

Moonlight

The Red Turtle

Europa Report

Avengers: Infinity War

May

A Quiet Place

Alien

Deadpool 2

The Conjuring

BOOKS

January

A Tale For The Time Being | Ruth Ozeki

La Belle Sauvage | Phillip Pullman [Fin]

London Falling | Paul Cornell

A Swiftly Tilting Planet | Madeline L’Tengle [Fin]

In Other Lands | Sarah Rees Brennan [Fin]

They Both Die In The End | Adam Silvera [Fin]

Thunderhead | Neal Shusterman [Fin]

The Sun and Her Flowers | Rupi Kaur [Fin]

The Paper Magician | Charlie Holmberg

February

A Tale For The Time Being | Ruth Ozeki [Fin]

The Diviners | Libba Bray [Fin]

The Paper Magician | Charlie Holmberg [Fin]

We Were Liars | E Lockhart [Fin]

Lair of Dreams | Libba Bray [Fin]

The Tropic of Serpents | Marie Brennan

The Goblin Emperor | Katherine Addison

I Am: Seventeen Brushes With Death | Maggie O’Farrell [Fin]

Norse Mythology | Neil Gaiman [Fin]

Phasma | Delilah Dawson

Caraval | Stephanie Garber

March

The Tropic of Serpents | Marie Brennan

The Goblin Emperor | Katherine Addison [Fin]

Phasma | Delilah Dawson [Fin]

Caraval | Stephanie Garber [Fin]

Tess of the Road | Rachel Hartman [Fin]

Clariel | Garth Nix [Fin]

Seraphina | Rachel Hartman [Fin]

Before The Devil Breaks You | Libba Bray

April

Before The Devil Breaks You | Libba Bray [Fin]

The Tropic of Serpents | Marie Brennan

Salt to the Sea | Ruta Sepetys [Fin]

The Wicked Deep | Shea Ernshaw [Fin]

Hamlet | William Shakespeare [Fin]

Fangirl | Rainbow Rowell [Fin]

The Scorpion Rules | Erin Bow [Fin]

The Thief | Megan Whalen Turner [Fin]

Hear The Wind Sing | Haruki Murakami [Fin]

May

The Tropic of Serpents | Marie Brennan [Fin]

Only Human | Sylvain Neuvel [Fin]

World War Z | Max Brooks [Fin]

The Queen of Attolia | Megan Whalen Turner [Fin]

The Stand | Stephen King

Shadow Scale | Rachel Hartman [Fin]

London Falling | Paul Cornell [Fin]

Goldenhand | Garth Nix [Fin]

PODCASTS

January:

N/A

February

N/A

March

The Bright Sessions (Eps 30-41)

Wolf 359 (Eps 5-8)

King Falls AM (Eps 5-6)

April

The Bright Sessions (Eps 41-52)

Wolf 359 (Eps 8-13)

King Falls AM (Eps 6-7)

Penumbra Podcast (Episode 1)

May

Wolf 359 (Eps 14-49)

The Bright Sessions (53-55)

TV SHOWS BY SEASON

January:

Planet Earth II

Devilman Crybaby

Steven Universe s4

Brooklyn Nine-Nine s1

RWBY s5

(Stranger Things 2)

The Orville

(The X-Files)

The Flash s3

February

The Flash s3

Brooklyn Nine-Nine

The Gifted

The Good Place

The Runaways

AP Bio

March

Voltron s5

(Soul Eater)

Battlestar Galactica

(Sailor Moon)

Cardcaptor Sakura: Clear Cards

Bride of the Ancient Magus

Kabaneri of the Iron Fortress

April

Battlestar Galactica

Legion

The Flash

AP Bio

(Yu Yu Hakusho)

Persona 5 Animation

Westworld s2

May

Westworld s2

Legion

The Flash

Lost In Space s1

Persona 5 Animation

Siren s1

Steven Universe s5

VIDEO GAMES

January:

Prey (18 hrs)

Horizon Zero Dawn: The Frozen Wilds (20 hrs, FIN)

Monster Hunter World (8 hrs)

February

Monster Hunter World (25 hrs)

Kingdom Hearts BBS (1 hr)

March

Monster Hunter World (25 hrs)

Witcher 3 [FIN JFC]

Stellaris

Life Is Strange

April

Life Is Strange

Final Fantasy 12: Zodiac Age

Dragon Age: Inquisition (Dany - 98 hrs; Brienne - 5 hrs)

May

Dragon Age: Inquisition (Dany - 138 hrs - FIN; Brienne - 5 hrs)

SOMA

Witcher 3: Hearts of Stone DLC

DELIGHTFUL FIC

January:

Just the One, Two by Panny | Jessica Jones | Jessica/Trish | 10k They say you should never meet your heroes, but what about when you've been sort of in love with them since they broke your mother's marble sink?

Daylight by @notbecauseofvictories | Star Wars | Rey/Luke | 3k “Can I ask what you think it is you’re doing?” Luke says. His voice is only a little strangled. The silence that falls in its place is awkward, thick as sand. “Oh,” Rey stutters out. “Is that not—?” “No,” Luke grits out. “Please put your clothes back on.”

run all the lights by @fahye | Captive Prince | Damen/Laurent | 8.5k He’s a slim, too-pretty boy of twenty, and the men of this particular underworld talk about him as though he’s an open flame, a sparking engine near a pool of gasoline: volatile, and not to be handled. Kid’s got balls of sheer fucking steel, Damen’s contact said. Which must be true, because having just lost a race against Damen for pink slips, Laurent looks him straight in the eye and says, “Double or nothing?” in a voice like vodka poured straight from the freezer.

They Say It's Mighty Fine by apocryphal | Teen Wolf | Sterek | 23k "Hello. This is Alpha Vernon Boyd, calling from Camp Remus about—""Derek?" Talia asks, confused. "You're calling about Derek? Is he okay? What happened?""Oh, boy." Melissa blows out a breath. "All right. Is he hurt?""He's been there for two hours, what could he possibly have—" John pauses. "Hang on, Camp Remus? Like the werewolf camp?"

León de mi Corazón by clockheartedcrocodile | The Exorcist | Tomas/Marcus | 16k | Not for the first time, Marcus wishes he were a poet. Tomas drinks up beautiful words like wine, practically thrives on them. He thinks of his own clumsy attempt at a letter, begun and re-begun until the whole thing had been consigned to the rubbish bin. It was laughable.Besides, he thinks, Tomas and Jessica wrote letters because they could not have each other.“You have me,” he says, quiet enough that Tomas won’t wake.

Things Worth Knowing by Femme (femmequixotic) | HP | Drarry | 163k After the Battle, Harry thinks he's left Hogwarts for good, but Minerva insists that all students return for an Eighth Year if they wish to sit for NEWTs in the spring, and Harry needs those NEWTs to go into the Aurors. Draco's just grateful not to be in Azkaban. Or the Manor. He's hoping he can steer clear of Potter this year and grapple with his own problems.

Under the Covers by ToAStranger | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 72k Steve is (maybe) a little bit still in love with Nancy Wheeler and (maybe) trying to figure himself out-- between the night terrors and the babysitting and the general weirdness that is Hawkins, Indiana-- before he graduates.Billy Hargrove fits in there somewhere (probably).

the party never ends by brawlite | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 7k Billy wants a fight from Steve Harrington. He'll do just about anything to get it, too.

February

what a wicked game you played (to make me feel this way) by brawlite, ToAStranger | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | WIP | Billy knew Steve Harrington would ruin him. Steve knew Billy Hargrove was nothing but trouble.They never expected it to end up like this.

don't just stand there by brawlite | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 3.5k Steve kisses a stranger in a club in a desperate attempt to spurn an advance from an unwanted admirer. Turns out, it's not really a stranger at all.

there's nothing wrong with me (loving you, baby) by ToAStranger | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 4.6k | “Mr. Hargrove,It has come to HR’s attention that you have, once again, used company property incorrectly. Please refrain from using the break room as a work out facility during your lunch hour. If you are in need a gym recommendation, I'm happy to provide you some. Remove your weights from the lower cabinets at your earliest convenience.Regards, S. Harrington”This isn’t the first ridiculous email Steve has had to send to Hargrove, and Steve sincerely doubts it will be his last.

in waves by lymricks | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 45k Plant your feet, Billy wants to scream at him. I’m going to bowl you over.

can't you see them? (can't you feel them?) by ToAStranger | Stranger Things | Billy/Steve | 8k | They're breathing down your neck.

Little Pockets of Upturned Loneliness by SeptemberEndings | Stranger Things | Gen | 5k | Months pass, and nothing bad happens to Will.

isizathu by black_nata | Black Panther | T’Challa/Erik | 8k | "What do you want?" T'Challa whispers. Almost like he's pleading. All Erik wants to do is wrap his fist around that smooth throat and make him beg some more.

falling for you in hawkins, indi-fucking-ana by LazyBaker | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 31k | Billy gets his shit together. Steve figures some stuff out. They fall in love.

thank god you see me the way you do by LazyBaker | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 6k | Five times Billy has had sex and one time he made love.

Secrets Make This Town by Oop | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy/Hopper | 5k | Hopper knows that Billy Hargrove sucks cock like he was born for it and he knows Steve Harrington is hung like a pornstar. He knows these by accident.

March

another city (better than this one) by notbecauseofvictories | Star Wars | Gen, Ben Solo & Lando | 6k | “You really should be more creative with your aliases,” Lando says mildly. “I’ve had every anagram of ‘Skywalker’ flagged since the first time you tried to run away from home.”

his hands so cold they shake by plinys | FBAWTFT | Percival/Credence | 4k | A soul mate is meant to be a blessing, but Percival feels anything but blessed.

We Keep Meeting by scioscribe | Hamilton | Hamilton & Burr | 4.5k | In which Hamilton finds himself a little more non-stop than even he expected, and Burr doesn't know why he's surprised that even death can't make Alexander Hamilton lie down and be quiet.

There Aren't Any Stars in the Sky by Ambrosia | Star Wars | Reylo | 4k | “Why are you here?” Rey asks. She appears to be meditating. Even his muscles remember the basics. Her eyes are peacefully closed.“Your mind is most open when you Jedi meditate, ‘letting everything go’,” he tells her, striding around in a vicious, predatory circle. “Which you would know if you had an at least halfway-competent teacher.”

Found Wanting by sellertape | The Bright Sessions | Mark/Damien | 2k | It didn’t take superpowers to know what Mark wanted him to say. He wanted him to lie. It didn’t take superpowers to get Damien to do what you wanted.

pull out the insides by SpineAndSpite | The Bright Sessions | Mark/Damien | 4k | “Stop,” Damien says again, more insistent this time.“I’m not doing it on purpose.” Mark's heart pounds in his ears and he sees Damien’s hands shaking. God. They shouldn’t have started talking about sex. Shouldn’t have filled in the colors and shadows to this pencil outline of a sketch forming between them. They shouldn’t have given it a name.

Life Is Not A Love Song by DetectiveJoan | The Bright Sessions | Mark/Damien | 4k | “Oh, you know the old saying — once bitten, twice mildly paranoid that everyone you’ve ever met is secretly working for the shady government agency that kidnapped you.” Mark's voice is sing-song through the dressing room door.

I Want You To Want Me by Ryuutchi | The Bright Sessions | Mark/Damien | 4k | Food, scotch, sex-- I don’t know, Damien; there's a lot of good things in life.

(coming for the king, that's) a far cry by lipgallagher | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 17k | billy and steve 'pretend' to be gay boyfriends in love for what is essentially just extremely small-time personal gain.

all these to me by lymricks | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 9k | Three times Steve and Billy share (a bed, a meal, the truth) and one time they share (a virus).

Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya | Yuri On Ice | Yuuri/Viktor | 197k | ‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

no need to say goodbye by smolsarcasticraspberry | Voltron | Allura/Shiro | 13k | The juniberry tree blossoms every seven years, and when it does, a gateway opens up to another world - a world that Shiro first explores as a child. There, he meets Allura.

(shoot the lights out, hide) till its bright out by lipgallagher | Stranger Things | Billy/Steve | 50k | The most dangerous thing walking around Hawkins goes by the name Billy Hargrove. And he fucking knows it.

April

so this guy walks into a bar by MasterOfAllImagination | Pacific Rim | Newt/Hermann | 2.5k | “Bourbon,” Hermann says, hooking his cane on the edge of the bar and sliding by degrees onto a stool.“Straight up?” the bartender asks.“Please.” Does he look like the kind of man who enjoys having his nostrils fumigated by undiluted whiskey? “On the rocks.”

Seeing in Color by what_alchemy | Pacific Rim | Newt/Hermann | The Dr. Geiszler Hermann had found in the publications — printed pages worn with constant handling and tucked into his briefcase for easy access — was an eloquent scientist whose work functioned at a level far above almost anyone else Hermann had ever encountered in the field, and yet he neither patronized his readers nor expressed himself in the inexplicable jargon which so infected much academic work.

Strong Enough by therealraewest | Pacific Rim | Newt/Hermann | 4k | "I would like to speak to Newt."

Laying Siege by astolat | GOT | Jaime/Brienne | 8k | “Marry me instead,” Jaime said.

Fool by astolat | GOT | Jaime/Brienne | 15k | Jaime didn’t really expect things to go well when he rode north, but after all, they hadn’t been going well otherwise, so it wasn’t that much of a change.

heartstrings by taylortot | Miraculous Ladybug | Marinette/Adrien | 60k | one of marinette’s rare unlucky days turns into something treacherous. thanks to a certain cat, the real danger passes, but there are other things to be more afraid of. her heart, for example, might be one of them.

Words by astolat | GOT | Jaime/Brienne | 10k | “So we’ll look for you in the North," Robb Stark said, "coming to pay your debt."

nanna by biggrstaffbunch | Thor | Thor/Loki | 1k | Thor, after.

just in it for the game by grim_lupine | Thor | Thor/Loki | 6k | “It's excellent rehabilitation for my image,” Loki says, widening his eyes. “They love you, and because of that they'll trust me. You wouldn't ruin this for me, would you?”

May

these fragments by Wildehack (Tyleet) | Avengers | Loki/Valkyrie | 4k | “Someone has to survive this day,” Thor grinds out, pressed briefly close to her by the fight.“Someone will,” she tells him.

Make Me by Ajaxthegreat | Star Wars | Hux/Ben Solo | 52k | A genocidal megalomaniac Emperor and a very slutty smuggler/occasional Resistance spy walk into a bar.

cherry pie by brawlite, ToAStranger | Stranger Things | Billy/Steve | 61k | illy Hargrove lives for summer. Endless sunshine, heavily chlorinated pools, roaming ice cream trucks, and unencumbered freedom? There’s nothing better.Even being stuck in Hawkins can’t ruin the summer for him. He eats it up, devouring every day whole.***

the ghost and good queen val by Wildehack (Tyleet) | Thor | Loki/Valkyrie/Thor | 8k | “Oh my god,” Korg says. “You did! You saw a ghost!”

Suspicious Minds by astolat | DA | Iron Bull/Dorian, Inquisitor/Solas | 4k | “Hm,” Bull said, thoughtfully. “Something I’ve been curious about. Solas.”“You want to talk about another man now?” Dorian said.

By The Still Waters by emilyenrose | DA | Fenhawke; Inquisitory/Solas | 83k | Hawke was left in the Fade. Fenris goes looking for him. He doesn't go alone.

Some Things Are Certain by cupiscent | Star Wars | Anakin/Obi-Wan | 7k | Detained far from where he should be by random chance, Obi-Wan meets an unusual slave.

For Better or Worse by DragonBandit | The Bright Sessions | Damien/Mark | 22k | Wherein Damien and Mark are soulmates, and this changes enough.**

killing me to love you by mostlikelydefinentlymad | The Bright Sessions | Damien/Mark | 2k | Mark waits by the phone.

give my reflection a break by autoeuphoric (FreezingRayne) | The Bright Sessions | Damien/Joan | 5k | When the bell rings, she almost doesn’t answer. She hasn’t ordered anything and it’s too early for carolers. She does not speak to her neighbors, and she’s not about to start today.Joan gets up and answers the door anyway. Because she wants to.

Try, Try, Try Again by anticyclone | The Bright Sessions | 8k | Joan gets mugged. Damien interrupts. Interrupting is kind of his thing.

sharp shock to your soft side by agivise | The Bright Sessions | Mark & Damien | 22k | The universe is a cruel, unforgiving bitch, and honestly, he's a little sick and tired of it. Sure, he deserves it or whatever, but still, totally uncool, universe. Real poor timing.

Scarier Things by starkraving | The Bright Sessions | Mark & Damien | 5k | Mark drags Damien back across the country in what amounts to the most karmic reverse kidnapping in history, but stopping to take hipster pics of scenic overlooks will not protect you from the scary stuff lurking in the liminal space behind highway truck-stops.

Patient Intake by starkraving | The Bright Sessions | Joan & Damien | 9k | ssume Joan takes a less passive approach to Damien’s influence in her life. Assume she’s sitting in her car with the engine running and he’s on the sidewalk in front of her. Assume there’s six months between this moment and the moment she first met him.

Artifice by buttpatrol | Wolf 359 | Eiffel/Hera | 23k | A story told in parts about colour palettes, identity, robot uprisings, sensational trials, space, and messy love.

blow your mongrel mind by endquestionmark | Wolf 359 | Eiffel/Jacobi | 13k | The first time Eiffel sees Colonel Warren Kepler — shockingly real, after so many days spent somewhere between delusion and despair — what strikes him most is how still Kepler is.

Calling Out My Name by vlasdygoth | Wolf 359 | Jacobi/Kepler | 2.5k | Five times Kepler called Jacobi a pet name, and one time Jacobi managed to pull it off on him.

and twice as bright by endquestionmark | Wolf 359 | Eiffel/Hera | 6k | “Eiffel.” Very quiet, hardly audible through the echoes. “What is it like?”

DELIGHTFUL FANVIDS

January:

2017 [Multifandom Mashup]

MCU Films // ♫Can't You Hear Me Knocking (12 Strong trailer version)♫

Arya & Brienne // The Rules Were Wrong

play with fire [Black Butler]

kylo ren & rey【 In a Dream, in a Nightmare 】TLJ spoilers

Stranger Things || Above and Below

Jim Hopper || Do you ever feel cursed?

Stranger Things || Sweet Dreams

February

Stranger Things || Time After Time

Darth Vader // The Force is strong with you

Game of Thrones || We Live In A Beautiful World

Allison Argent | Look What You Made Me Do

Kylo Ren and Rey l Hearts A Mess

►Stranger Things | Stay Alive

not alone | stranger things

Will Byers || You're home now

March

Voltron | Cosmic Love

Voltron | Broken Crown

River, MARVEL. [2k]

Voltron | Radioactive

S O L D I E R ll Voltron AMV

Loki // Hustler

a morphine toast

Bucky x Steve || Brooklyn (Go Hard)

Fullmetal Alchemist || Brother

Anime Mix - Legends Never Die [AMV]

Death Parade AMV - Feeling Good

AMV - Crucible of Souls - Bestamvsofalltime Anime MV ♫

[AMV] Transmutayshun - FullMetall Alchemist: Brotherhood

AMV Dazzling Inferno

April

kylo ren || animal

FLESH || Yuri on Ice

Roman&Peter || Piece by piece

◼️ quentin&eliot; give me love

Hannibal/Will - Take Me Back

Kylo Ren // In The End

(Marvel) Avengers | The End

Thomas & Newt ✘ Could I have saved him?

Multifandom || Wake Up

The Avengers | The Final Curtain

(SW) Darth Vader | A Light In Darkness

loki laufeyson | saturn (+ragnarok)

Loki - Birthright

May

Infinity War | I Was Here

Avengers: Infinity War

MARVEL || Bohemian Rhapsody

River, MARVEL. [2k]

The Expanse || A War Built On Lies

Avengers || Together

MARVEL || Lions Inside (collab w/ djcprod)

COMIC FILMS - Bohemian Rhapsody

Pixar: The Complete Supercut (2018)

Let Us Be Brave

👑black panther👑

X-Men || Revolution (ft. Ruelle)

DELIGHTFUL MUSIC

January:

Choir & Crickets | Jeff Russo

Black Lung Heartache | Joe Bonamassa

Undiscovered First | Feist

Tribe Society - Kings

MIX - MAURICE RAVEL Bolero

Never Give Up | Sia

Silvertongue | Young the Giant

Vikings Soundtrack

February

Sweet Dreams | Mark Hadley

A Hazy Shade of Winter | The Bangles

White Rabbit | Jefferson Starship

Stranger Things Theme | Kyle Dixon

Go To War | Nothing More

Does Your Heart Break | The Brilliance

Please Speak Well of Me | The Weepies

Smallest Light | Ingrid Michaelson

Flying | Cody Fry

My Friends | Oh Wonder

New Rules | Dua Lipa

Young As The Morning Old As the Sea | Passengers

Never Be The Same | Camila Cabello

Slow Down Love | Louis the Child

Come Together | Gary Clark Jr.

Don’t Think Twice | Utada Hikaru

Your Tongue Like The Sun In My Mouth | Sophie B. Hawkins

&Run | Sir Sly

Giver | K.Flay

Black Panther Soundtrack

March

Daddy Issues | The Neighbourhood

Whatever It Takes | Imagine Dragons

Carry Me Back To Her Arms | Jessica Curry

The Healing | Gary Clark Jr.

These Days | The Black Keys

No Roots | Alice Merton

Susanne Sundfør | The Golden Age

The Blue Whale | Steven Price

Everywhere' by J2

Sinners | Barns Courtney

Sam Tinnesz - Play With Fire (feat. Yacht Money)

Here | Junna

Robert DeLong - Favorite Color Is Blue (Lyric Video) ft. K.Flay

Steve James | Warrior

Hold My Liquor | Kanye West

Sweatpants | Childish Gambino

April

The Sailor Song | Autoheart

Steve James - Warrior (feat. LIGHTS)

Mother Mother - Reaper Man

Hello | Via Audio

Beyoncé | Back to Black

James Brown - It's A Man's Man's Man's World

Emeli Sande - Daddy

Nathan Angelo - Leigh

"In The End" Linkin Park Cinematic Cover (feat. Jung Youth & Fleurie)

May

Black Space/Stand By Me | Imagine Dragons

Dear God | Lawless

Sinners and Saints | Andrea Wasse

Ghost | Natasha Blume

Peter Gundry - Tales of the Night

Metal Gear Solid V Medley: Quiet's Theme / Sins of the Father | Freya Catherine

SOWULO - Yule

WOLVEN STORM ORCHESTRAL COVER (Witcher 3 - Priscilla's Song)

Amulet | Copal

Holding Out for a Hero | Nothing But Thieves

WRITTEN FIC

January:

N/A

February

Everybody's Looking For Something | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 4,790 words | On the third weekend of May during their last year at Hawkins High, Steve Harrington throws a party.Billy crashes it.

taste you on my tongue | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 2,290 words | “You’ve never felt pleasure like it, Steve,” an old girlfriend had told him once, her eyes bright with memory. Steve shrugged. “No vampires here, though.”

March

Home | Star Wars | Reylo | 1,670 words | “Rey,” he says into the quiet. “Just drive.”

April

hits like a drum | Stargate Atlantis | Mcshep | 3,507 words | “Believe it or not, having something with sharp teeth breathing down your neck is not actually conducive to one’s thought process.” John barks out a loud, abrupt noise that might be laughter, his breath tickling the hairs at the base of Rodney’s neck. “I’d have thought it would be good motivation.”

feed the hunger | Stranger Things | Steve/Billy | 1,792 words | “Thought you wanted to fuck me, Hargrove,” Steve whispers, and presses a sweet kiss to the hinge of Billy's jaw. “Now's your chance.”

Apotheosis | Marvel - INFINITY WAR | Thor/Loki, Steve/Pepper/Tony | 4,450 words | Grief, a story told in three parts.

May

N/A

FANMIXES/GRAPHICS

January

2018

February

We Could Be Heroes

Daddy Issues

March

N/A

April

Newmann

May

danien: back in black

#heather says what #scrapbook #2018

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WIPs

Like I need to list them guys. I have SO MANY you don’t even KNOW. And if you wanted to give me feedback on what ones you look most forward to, it might boost my writing mojo!

Avengers:

Simple Things - IronHawk - this one is almost done as is. A couple more chapters to do, I think.

Family Matters II - WinterHawk - Sequel to first one, I mean this is gonna happen obvs. But I have so much planned, and I want it to be either done, or nearly done, before I post it.

Baby Blues - Deaged Clint AU - Clint is turned into a baby, there’s no way to turn him back, the Avengers raise him, MCU events still happen, and well...ANGST. (-gestures at Civil War- Imagine that with a Baby in the middle. YIKES.)

Broken World - NOT a happy story. Hydra won. And Clint well..he’s not sure what happened, he can’t remember, but he’s still alive, and...he needs to start a rebellion? He’s pretty sure there’s something wrong with him...but a rebellion doesn’t seem like a bad idea.

Crystal Avengers - Steven Universe AU - The Avengers are Gems and shit? It’s weird? And cool? and idk guys it was based off of a dream. Clint is an Amethyst, with a vein of Sapphire, by the way. Kind of waiting for more info about Gems before I really delve into this one.

Handmaiden’s Tale AU - WinterHawk? - Ah this one is still kind of iffy? But it plays with a lot of the same ideas as the source material even if I’ve not seen/read it. And then some other issues come up. Still not sure about it. But it’s basically the same idea, men buy women to make babies, and obvs the darlings start some shit.

Roman Steampunk AU - Wintehawk slow burn, so slow. Ancient Rome times, Clint is a little deaf boy who is sold to a general in the Emperor’s army, Frank Castle, who ends up teaching him good stuff and things happen and he runs into one of the Tribes where he meets Bucky who teaches him more and he’s loved and all is good, but then bad happens and then he meets Steve and Nat. And then Artemis’ Blessing?! And then more stuff? Tony is the Emperor!? And BUCKY IS WHAT?! It’s a long one.

Always Worth it - AmeriIronHawk - Sequel to the A/B/O of similar name. But frankly, I need to edit that one first before I continue.

T.A.H.I.T.I. - Clint was TAHITI’d, he was experiencing a lot of bad shit after Loki, so they wiped him and gave him a family...things start to unravel faster than they can be fixed...

Tied In - BDSM AU - AmeriHawk - Clint is a sub, and Steve is a Dom and well, the Avengers in a BDSM world, Clint was used and abused, Steve tries to help him, Clint ends up being able to find the real him. Good times.

Vampire Avengers AU - WinterHawk - Uh...angst. Like Steve is a vampire? And then bad shit happens? and he’s locked away, then brainwahsed and then hates on Bucky? Who is you know desperately in love with Clint and Steve steals Clint? Guys it’s so angsty, also vampires.

Stepford Spouses - Pretty self explanatory? Barney gets a new job, Clint feels weird about the town and oh hey look brainwashing and bad shit!

Bucky Bear - Clint is turned into a toddler, and Bucky is turned into...a stuffed bear? Shenanigans ensue. Kind of cracky? XD I mean, as crack as I can get.

Soulmate AU - WinterWidowHawk - Clint has always had his words on his arm, since he was born...that makes him weird. He goes through life knowing that and then finds them and all is better.....almost.

Knight and Dragon - WinterHawk - Bucky is a knight looking for a princess. Clint is a dragon who lost his princess. Might as well work together, right?

Merman - A merman (Clint) is captured for his tears, he’s rescued by a ragtag Mythical Creature sort of ‘Avengers’, they help him and he may actually be able to return to the sea he longs for.

Demon Guardian - WinerHawk - Heard of Guardian Angels? Well what about Guardian Demons? In this world, pure souls are guarded by the most wicked. And the pure soul of Clint Barton is protected by the most feared demon, the Winter Soldier.

Kidnapped Soulmate AU - WinterHawk - Hydra knew their asset had a soulmate, and have ever since been looking for the one with his matching mark, when they find him, it takes very little effort to bring the baby into the fold to be raised as another asset, however, things don’t always go as planned, seeing as the kid is very curious and well...they may have trained him too well.

Time Travel AU - WWII - Clint is sent back in time and somehow ends up smack dab in the middle of Captain America’s Howling Commandos, frankly, he’s had more sharp things pointed at him not in the middle of a war. So many shenanigans.

New Avengers AU - Francis - Robot disease devised by Ultron 2.0 Clint was on his honeymoon with his amazing new wife, Bobbi, they didn’t get infected by the robot disease, they need someone to wait it out and save them later with a cure and the time stone to bring them back in time to change this from ever happening. Clint gets elected, he has no choice. He wakes up 17 years after being forcibly shoved into a cryo tube (”NATASHA. RUDE.”) and meets...his son?

TWINS AU - Clint and Frank - Clint has a twin. Bet you didn’t know that.

SWITCH AU - Powers and abilities have been switched, Clint is the Hulk? Natasha is actually Iron Woman? Tony is the God of Thunder? Steve is the best Marksman alive? Bruce is actually a Russian spy? Thor is Captain America? What? Working out the kinks on this one.

Dark SHIELD AU - Clint is actually kind of a bad person, but SHIELD knows it’s better to use him as an asset than to let him run freely.

Red Room AU - Demyan (Clint) was always in the Red Room working along side the Black Widows....wasn’t he?

WinterSoldier!Clint AU - Bucky is Captain America, Steve is still on ice and a mysterious person is responsible for more than 100 deaths in the last 50 years and ends up giving the Avengers one of their harder battles all by himself. Natasha and Bucky decided to hunt him down. What they find is not at all what they expect.

Single Dad AU - Clint being an adorable daddy, what more do you want? Oh maybe a bit of romance too.

X - Men:

DoFP AU - Logan/Clint - They’ve been together for nearly a decade, except...now Logan can’t remember that, and he never will. Now Clint has to deal with it, and their kid, alone.

Sooulmate AU - MagnoHawk - Clint is pretty sure his life sucks, and then he meets his soulmate...in the past, and he KNOWS his life sucks. So much happens.

DC:

Universe Jump - Clint is sent to Themyscira, he gets to train with so many badass ladies, he might have a problem with falling in love with them though.

Harry Potter:

Dark World AU - Harry is reborn as a pureblood child of a very respectable pureblood family, in a universe where Voldemort won, but is more sane, somehow. Changes happen.

Arrival:

Arrived - BASICALLY a sequel to the movie? Also Tony Stark is Ian’s dad and it’s hilarious, but mostly Ian and Louise, love, baby, and so much angst, and how they reconnect.

#future fics #send help

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