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Hollence Week!

Hollence Week - 2015

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Hollence Week 2015 is next week!

Here are this years prompts:

Hollence Week - 2015

And don’t forget to check out Hollence Week’s predecessor:

Laura x Danny Appreciation Week 2014

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Danny Lawrence Appreciation Week -2015

To honor a brave, strong and loyal woman, lets dedicate a week to her.

November 1st: Red Sky (Or Red Moon)

November 2nd: Afterlife

November 3rd: I’m not scared

November 4th: Resurrection 

November 5th: Hunter

November 6th: Literature

November 7th: Reunion

Responses can be:

Gifs

manips

videos

fanfiction

fanart

etc…

Please tag all responses and stories with Danny Lawrence Appreciation Week and Danny Lawrence Appreciation Week 2015.

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Prompt: Hollence Week - 2015

Second annual celebration of Laura x Danny; which will kick off on the 14th and run for seven days.

Prompts:

14th November: Introductions

15th November: Secrets

16th November: Sister

17th November: Peggy Carter

18th November: Pie

19th November: Piggy Back

20th November: Don’t drift away

Responses can be:

Gifs

manips

videos

fanfiction

fanart

etc…

Please tag all responses and stories with Hollence Week and Hollence Week 2015.

Please check out the precursor of Hollence Week:

Laura x Danny Appreciation Week - 2014

Any takers?

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Prompt: Never Princess Magical Mishaps Week, 2015

Never Princess Magical Mishaps Week is an annual celebration of the Never Princess ship (AgathaxSophie) from The School For Good And Evil and it is held on the last weekend of August and participants can enter by posting:

Fanfiction

Fanart

Manips

Gif Sets

Fan Videos

So here is this years Magical Mishaps Week prompts:

Prompts:

Sunday: Truth Serum

Monday: Magic Mirror

Tuesday: Time Travel

Wednesday: Poison!

Thursday: True Love's Kiss

Friday: Mythical Creature for a Pet

Saturday: Gender swapped

Anyone participating please tag replies in the Never Princess tag and Never Princess Magical Mishaps Week.

Here are the links to the previous Never Princess Magical Mishaps Week:

2013

2014

Any takers?

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Prompt: Uzumaki Appreciation Week, 2015

This week marks the start of Redhead Appreciation Week (March 11-18) and because many Uzumaki are redheads I felt it was the perfect time to appreciate the Clan as a whole.

So to start the first annual Uzumaki Appreciation Week (March 11 to March 18) here are several prompts to kick off this week.

Day One: Whirpools

Day Two: Masks

Day Three: Kitsune

Day Four: Red String

Day Five: Fuinjutsu

Day Six: Temper

Day Seven: Fall

Please tag all responeses and contributions with Uzumaki Appreciation Week.

Any Takers?

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Carmilla and Laura Appreciation Week: Day Seven: Stars

               “Where are we going?” Laura whined sleepily. Carmilla had dragged her out of bed less than twenty minutes ago, urging her that she had something important to show her. Her ‘roommate’ had one hand intertwined with hers and the other was carrying a picnic basket.

               Laura had no idea why they might need a picnic basket at two in the morning. But, she didn’t argue. Carmilla was trekking along the concrete path with determination, eyes occasionally glancing up towards the sky.

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               Finally, after what felt like a lifetime of walking to the exhausted Laura, they came to a stop. They were on top of a small hill. There were a clump of trees surrounding them, but they were in a clearing. Carmilla began unpacking the basket.

               First, she laid out a blanket and gestured for Laura to have a seat. Next, she pulled out two glasses and a bottle of very expensive champagne. Despite the fact that, techniquely, neither of them was old enough to drink, they both had a taste for the finer drinks. Laura mostly because she was tired of all the cheap beer served at parties and Carmilla because she has outlived more than a few bottles of wine.

               “This is one of my favorite places to go on campus.” Carmilla murmured as she poured the glasses. “It’s very quiet here. And it has a great view of the stars.”

               Laura took a sip of her champagne and looked upwards. Carmilla was right.

               The sky was incredibly clear from this angle and every star was like a sparkling gem in the sky. Carmilla pointed out all the constellations visible to them, she told of all the legends that made them up. Laura leaned her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder and listened with solemn intensity. Once all the myths were exhausted, Carmilla went into detailed explanations of science.

               Admitingly, that surprised Laura. She had no idea her little philosopher was also part scientist.

               “I have many talents, cupcake.” Carmilla replied when Laura made such a comment.

               “I have a question.” Laura asked sleepily.

               Carmilla chuckled at her little yawn and wrapped an arm around Laura. She had long since put her champagne glass to the side. And, even though she knew she could not provide Laura with any warmth, she loved the feeling of the girl in her arms.

               “After my whole history and science lesson? Did you not pay any attention at all creampuff?” Carmilla laughed softly.

               “Why are you so interested in the stars? What is so substantial about them to you?”

               Carmilla thought for a long moment. It occurred to her, that not a single person in her long life had asked her such a question.

               “Believe it or not, before I was Turned… before I became a monster… I always played outside during the daytime. I loved the feel of the sun on my skin. I loved the warmth and I loved the feeling of the warm earth in between my toes. I loved the light and all the goodness it brought. But… after I was Turned, I was denied those simple pleasures. As the years went on, I learned the closest things were the stars and the moon. So I threw myself into learning everything I could. I collected all but forgotten myths, I learned all about the constellations. Just…. Everything about them I craved to learn. Because while it may not be the sun I loved so much, it’s something that is light; still something that is good.” Carmilla explained wistfully.

               Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, a wave of memories crashing into her.

               Laura turned to face her girlfriend, supped her face, and kissed her tenderly. “I can be your sun if you want me to.”

               Carmilla put her hands on top of Laura’s. “You already are, my love. You already are.”

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November 6th Stars

It’s kind of sad( and short). Sorry

In which Carmilla is wishes she could trade all the stars

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6th November: Stars

6th November Stars

A/N: I’ve really enjoyed this week, I really hope we do another one soon. Now, we all know Carmilla loves stars, so I thought I would play on the whole wishing on a star thing. Read on to find out!

Rated: PG for mild nudity.

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Hi! How are you? Here I have a fic for I think is the third day, I’m a little behind (college don’t let me much time) but I will write for each day althought I’ll post it later.

Thanks last7minutes for looked over it and correct any mistake! English is no my first language,so thank you :).

Hope you like it!

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Carmilla x Laura Appreciation Week: Day Six: Leather

               Laura knew that she shouldn’t be snooping around in Carmilla’s stuff. But, other than the question of her roommate being a vampire, one other question plagued her mind: just how many pairs of leather pants did Carmilla own?

               So far, after looking under the bed and in her dresser she’s found seven pairs. She still has Carmilla’s mini fridge area.

               She tries not to question the fact she saw a pair of leather pants inside the fridge. She wanted to judge Carmilla for it, but the girl drinks blood from a milk carton, so anything next to that looks normal.

               On the desk, there is a notebook, labeled ‘Philosophy’. It’s in Carmilla’s signature color: black. There were harsh doodles on the corners of the page. Most of them were symbols Laura couldn’t recognize. She couldn’t help herself; she flipped through several pages. The script was small and messy. Most of the language seemed old, like Carmilla was still writing to a nineteenth century audience. Also, the fact that it was philosophy didn’t help Laura decipher it.

               Laura shook her head with a grin and placed the notebook back.

               All in all, she found nine different pairs of leather pants. Which seemed a little excessive.

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               Carmilla came home to find that all her leather pants were laid out on her bed.

               “What the frilly hell, creampuff?” She half snarled.

               “You have nine pairs of identical leather pants. Next to your ‘soy milk’ drinking, this is the unhealthiest habit you’ve got. What is so appealing about this trend, to where you need nine effing pairs?”

               Carmilla smirked. She sauntered over to her bed, slowly picking up the pants and shoving them under the bed. Laura couldn’t help but stare at her ass. She gulped, hoping Carmilla wouldn’t notice the effect she was having on her.

��              Of course, she knew this hope was futile. After three hundred years of learning to seduce, Carmilla knew the ropes extremely well and she planned on using a good amount of that knowledge on the creampuff.

               Carmilla swaggered over to Laura, put her arms on either side of the girl, leaning in so close that their lips almost brushed. Almost, but not quite.

               “I have such an ‘obsession’, as you call it creampuff, with leather, because I look pretty badass in it. Wouldn’t you agree?” Carmilla whispered seductively.

               Laura’s heart was beating rapidly, her eyes locked on Carmilla’s plump, pale lips.

               Finally, Laura couldn’t take how close, ye so far away Carmilla was, and launched herself at the girl. Their lips met in a heat of fiery, pent-up passion.

               Carmilla scooted on top of the girl and they readjusted themselves on the bed, so Laura’s head was on the yellow pillow. Their tongues tangled themselves in each other. Laura put the hands in the small of Carmilla’s back and pulled her closer to her chest. Occasionally, one of them would moan or growl.

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               Laura decided that she liked Carmilla’s leather pants on her body; she loved them when they were on the floor.

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Prompt: First Annual Carmilla x Laura appreciation Week

5th November:Leather Carmilla leaves without a word. It’s almost Christmas and Laura is lonely, so she decides to sleep in her roommate’s leather pants. This doesn’t really have to do much with “leather”, except for said pants situation. Author’s note: I don’t know if you can tell but I really had no idea what to write for this one, so I wrote something pretty off-topic and lame (it’s not even Christmas yet?). But oh yeah thanks to Hollstein being canon I don’t have to pretend they’re not super in love with each other anymore. Enjoy.

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5th November: Leather

5th November Leather

A/N: Thanks for input from silent-wordsmith! I owe you one, buddy.

Rated: Heavy M. NSFW

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November 5th Leather

In which Laura’s Dad hates Leather Pants

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Don't worry Laferry Appreciation Week is coming up soon

*whispers*

Someone should write LaFerry fluff to ease the feels.

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Carmilla and LAura Appreciation Week Day 5: Yellow Pillow

               Laura had no idea why her crazy roommate was obsessed with her yellow pillow. A part of her would be angry that the other girl would just take her pillow and not give it back for days at a time.

               But a larger part couldn’t bear to get mad with Carmilla.

               Whenever she slept without the pillow, her face would be scrunched tight; she would mumble incoherent words- some of them sounded creepily close to ‘blood coffin’ and ‘Mother, stop’. Occasionally, in her sleep, Carmilla would shake. Sometimes she would even bolt up, gasping for breath, and screaming. If that ever happened, Carmilla would rush out of the room before Laura would say anything and when she returned, would avoid eye contact with Laura and ignore any and all conversation.

               But when Carmilla did have the pillow in her arms (never was it under her head; Carmilla was always curled around it, like a cat), she was so much more relaxed. Her lithe body spooned the pillow, nose buried at one of ends. She never had a nightmare when she had the pillow. No scary mumblings or thrashings in the middle of her slumber. Whenever Carmilla did awake (she always seemed to sleep longer with the pillow), she was in a better mood than normal. Though, Carmilla was still moody as hell, but Laura supposed that was just her character.

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               One day, Laura walked into her dorm room, mind going a million miles a second, planning out her journalism project. That’s when she found Carmilla crying into her yellow pillow.

               Violent sobs racked her body, muffled scream ripped themselves from their throat.

               Laura panicked upon seeing this sight. She’s never seen Carmilla cry, much less have a breakdown. What could push the sarcastic, stone cold vampire over the edge like this? Something beyond horrible, that’s what.

               She threw her bag on her bed and rushed over to her roommate. Either Carmilla noticed Laura was there and just didn’t care, or Carmilla was so caught up in her own emotions that she didn’t even notice Laura’s entrance.

               Concerned for her roommate, she placed a hand on her shoulder. Carmilla jumped back against the wall and snarled, fangs showing. A shot of fear ran through the tiny freshman. The vampire realized that it was her roommate who laid hands on her, not one of her Mother’s henchmen, and sheathed her fangs.

               Laura’s heart sank when she saw the state Carmilla was in. Her eyes were rimmed red from crying, her cheeks stained with tears. Carmilla looked like she hadn’t slept in a while. There were dark half-moons stamped under her eyes.

               “Carmilla, what’s wrong?” Laura whispered. Her hand still rested on Carmilla’s shoulder.

               Carmilla somewhat regained her composure. “Nothing creampuff. Go back to being nosy or whatever.”

               “Don’t do that. Please. Don’t act all cool and detached. Not to me.” Laura pleaded.

               Carmilla shook her head. Laura carefully climbed onto the bed, keeping her distance from Carmilla, but sill close. Laura looked at her roommate, whom was still coddling the pillow. Her fingers thrummed across the soft surface, beating out a nervous pattern.

               “Why do you care, creampuff?” She grumbled, not making eye contact.

               “Because-” All the words caught got in her throat. She looked at Carmilla. The vampire, whom since they’ve met has been all sarcastic comments and condescending glares, looked so broken and Laura didn’t have the faintest idea how to put her back together.

               Laura took a breath and began again. “Because I care about you. You’re my roommate. And lately, I feel like you’re something so much more than that. I’m not sure exactly what that is, but I do know that I don’t want to see you suffering. Not like this.” Laura explained.

               If Carmilla still had blood running through her veins she is sure she would have blushed. Laura may be a toddler, but she did have way with words. Which, Carmilla has learned, is not something that can be developed, no matter how many centuries pass. But rather, it was something that a person in born with; a natural talent that only a select few had.

               “Thanks, buttercup.” Carmilla sniffled.

               “You’re welcome. Now, mind telling me what’s got you so upset? Talking could help you feel better.”

               Carmilla sighed again. She stared at the pillow. It was still wet with tears. She bit her lip. “My mother… she suspects something. She… she’s aware that my mind is wavering from the mission and she’s making… threats.”

               “So, your mom is threatening you? If you don’t do what she says she’ll hurt you?” Laura questioned, fear rising in her belly.

               “No.” Carmilla’s hand slides towards Laura’s. Their fingers brush against each other. “She’s told me, in explicit detail, all the ways she… she will bring harm onto the person I care most about.”

               Laura was just about to ask who that person was, when Carmilla planted her hand on top of hers.  That’s when it dawned on her. She was the person Carmilla most cared about. And Carmilla’s head was leaning ever so closer to hers.

               “Carmilla, don’t worry about me, okay?” Laura whispered.

               Carmilla’s lips made contact with hers.

               Laura never realized how much she daydreamed about Carmilla kissing her until it finally happened for real. And how the real thing felt so much better than she could have ever imagined.

               Carmilla growled low in her throat and Laura’s hands tangled themselves in Carmilla’s thick, curly mane. Their kiss got more and more heated, and the two struggled for dominance. Finally, Laura won the battle and Carmilla’s head rested on the yellow pillow, making her dark hair seem even darker.

               “I love you and you’re not going to lose me.” Laura whispered throatily.

               “I know; I’ll make sure of it.” Carmilla vowed.

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4th November: Yellow Pillow

4 November: Yellow Pillow

A/N: this is based off of the twitter for Laura’s yellow pillow.  Since it appears to be sentient, I thought I would work off of that.

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