#<- new tag weeeeeee

[vexter-the-comedian]

[God I'm so cringe for this lmao

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, BOYS, GIRLS, AND ALL, OR NONE OF THE ABOVE, IT IS MY GREATEST PLEASURE TO INTRODUCE OUR HEAVENLY GUEST FOR TONIGHT! PUT YOUR HANDS, CLAWS, OR WHATEVER YOU MIGHT HAVE FOR-

Tyke Cruelige, The Drunken Angel

I'm gonna start doing these once in a blue moon :D

Asks may now be sent to either Vexter or Tyke if you wish. Note that Tyke is in Heaven for any role play revolving around him, so sinners may not be able to interact

Go wild :3]

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by the amazing, sexy, incredible @wormdebut - thanks, love! ❤️

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Eighteen and and a whole batch of new ones incoming for the @steddieholidaydrabbles - so excited, weeeeeee!!!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

308,387

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Stranger Things

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Hic sunt dracones 

Someone who cares

Possession

See you in a crown

Just add water         

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, always! (Well, except for the rude ones but I can count those on my fingers, thank God!) Every single comment is so fucking precious to me. You didn’t only take the time to read my story, but you liked it enough to go to that little box and tell me your thoughts? Kissing you, kissing you, KISSING YOU!!! 😘

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I’m a happy endings gal all the way! If I’m gonna put them through the horrors for hundreds of thousands of words, I damn well wanna give them their happily ever after! That being said, I have this little microfic where tentacle lake monster Steeb enthralls Eddie to lure people to him so that he can eat them. Sorry, Eddie! 

(He’ll absolutely bring him O’Donnell and Principal Higgins, so it’s fine.) 

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hic sunt dracones! I mean hello? They are mates and Steve is King and everyone is happy and my boy gets flower crowns and apple pie and hot, hot dragon sex forever after! 

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Someone once felt the need to leave me a very passive aggressive comment on how my Brit slips were “completely ruining the vibe” of my fics (and then I wrote a microfic about British!Steve, I’m still laughing). 

Oh, and then there was that one time I was accused of racism. 

But apart from that, everyone has been lovely and fantastic and supportive and I really love it here. I’ve met so many more lovely people than assholes. 

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Ummm … I’m the person with the 100k dragon porn fic. Hell yes, I write smut! I love writing smut, all kinds of smut!

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No, sorry, my brain doesn’t do crossovers. XD 

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope. 

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, but I’d be thrilled to see it happen. Any and all transformative works are always welcome, just be sure to tag me because I’d love to see them and you will have my sword and my axe for eternity and I will scream about it forever!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I once co-wrote an original work with a friend when we were like 15? We had no idea what the fuck we were doing and it never got finished, but it was a blast!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Steddie. I love them, I’m obsessed with them, I think I’ll be writing fic for them for the rest of my life!

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I’m committed to finishing all of my WIPs, that’s why I’m a good girl and only ever work on one large fic at a time with smaller projects on the side, but there’s SO MANY I WANNA WRITE STILL!!!!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Several people have told me that I’m really good at scene setting and evoking imagery, at painting very vivid pictures in their minds …  so I guess there’s that. 

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I wish I could write stunning, creative metaphors like @wynnyfryd . The river Styx one from the trailer park AU? Blew me away! I could never come up with that!

I also admire @wingedquill for being able to be concise and still so fucking intense in their fics! I'm a wordy bitch myself and always in awe of that skill.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I’ve never been in a situation where I was faced with the decision, but I think I’d rather describe it instead of typing out the actual words? Such as “they exchanged a few sentences in Spanish”. I’m only fluent in one language besides English, so I feel like I’d either need to get help or include a horrifically mangled Google translation and end up being unintentionally hilarious.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The first fandom I published for was Stranger Things. 

The first fandom I wrote for was Harry Potter, back before it went to shit (Wolfstar shipper of the very first hour here)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Hic sunt dracones, my beloved! This fic is everything I ever wanted, both in terms of writing and the echo it received. I still daydream about these two (and have another bonus drabble coming in December). 

Zero-pressure tags: @cranberrymoons, @gorgeousgreymatter-x, @lexirosewrites

[transmickey]

joy list time!! thank you lovelies @creepkinginc @rereadanon @heymrspatel @mybrainismelted for tagging me 🌻

it has certainly been a less-than-perfect couple of weeks so i think some joy will do me good

friends friends friends <3 made some new ones today heck yeah

bein back at home!! i was away for a few months for ✨recovery purposes✨ but ooo i missed my city i love this place so bad!

the weather finally cooling down 🍂 i am so very ready for autumn

spotify’s new ‘daylist’ feature idk i love it so much i listen to all of them every day

my classes starting again weeeeeee i may complain about school but i love my silly little degree + i'm excited for this year

havin big long fun chats with my best friend (who i miss so so so much i will make my way back to london soon)

sobriety (forcing myself to associate that with joy. does it count if i am just manifesting that it starts bringing me joy soon.)

seein everyone talk about their kinktober stuff!! i am very very very excited to see everything you have all been working on 🥰

aaaaaand the huge cup of tea i just finished drinking as i type this. yum.

i'm tagging @lupeloto @mickeysgaymom @milkovichrules @deedala @deathclassic @mikhailoisbaby @scurvgirl @golden28s @stocious @tanktopgallavich @gardenerian if you'd like to ⭐️

[space-whalesharks]

WIP Meme

Tagged by @theresaruggedroad and @deputyash. Thank youuu

More BG3 nonsense, a couple of separate events. Keeping the second bit under a read more since there's Early/Mid Act 3 spoilers. Weeeeeee

Gortash cupped her face delicately and Reina bristled. She was desperate to get away from him. Wrong. Bad. Manipulator. The warning bells went off in her head, but that trace of her old self that had come back and settled back into her soul kept her face there, comforted by the touch. His touch. Her stomach curled. "Whether this... new version of you believes me or not, I did this for you. For us. My Darling, I would see this world burned to ash if it meant keeping you and Thomas safe and by my side with the best life imaginable." "The person who says that isn't usually the one holding the matches."

Aaaannd number 2:

Reina sized Lae'zel up. Something was off. Too off. The speech patterns, her energy. Since when would Lae'zel run from a fight? Lae'zel drifted closer, and something in Reina snapped. Danger, danger, danger. With an almost alien speed and precision, she took the dagger off her belt and shoved it through Lae'zel's stomach. A moment later she panicked at her own reaction, fearing there was some sort of magic or curse that had forced her hand- her companions had immediately sprung into protest- And then Lae'zel cackled, completely unlike herself. "There you are. I was wondering if the beasts really did eliminate you from the equation." "What?" Reina breathed, still horrified. She glanced at the knife, still buried in Lae'zel's gut, let go of it and tried to steady her shaking hand. Lae'zel's smile twisted into something foreign. She reached down, removed the dagger from her body, and tossed it aside- and then her body contorted with a sickening crunch. There was a flash of red magic, and then suddenly, Orin was in Lae'zel's place. She had conned them again. Orin stepped closer to her, almost floating on air with the way her body moved. "Oh, I missed you. The Ice Queen, Fireraiser, Killer. Wherever she is in that head of yours. You were always so fun. I wanted to have you. To train that little spark in you, make it crave blood and flesh. But no, you wanted to stay with the little lordling and your runt. I should've slit all of your throats when I had the chance. Maybe I will kill the little runt. Gortash has been so terribly, terribly difficult as of late. He needs the motivation." "What the Hells are you on about?" Reina demanded, but Orin was gone in another red plume of smoke, her answering laughter still in the wind.

[mychemicalnations]

Weeeeeee!!! Thank you for the tag!!

Last song: The Main Character (Live) - Will Wood

Favourite colour: green and blue

Currently watching: House MD

Last movie: uhhhhhhhhhhh i think it was prince of egypt

Sweet/spicy/savoury: depends on my mood but usually sweet or savoury

Current relationship status: polyam and partnered

Current obsession: Astarion BG3 (new) and also Will Wood (still)

Last thing you googled: Are partridges kosher?

No pressure tags: @deadlier-than-i-look @eracqoon @barleyteanghibli @plushyuicorn1158 (switching up from just tagging kale)

was tagged by @wizardfvcker for a tag game YIPPEEEE THANK YOU!!

Last Song: front street by will wood. the song ever

Favourite Colour: ORANGE!!!

Currently Watching: technically what im currently watching as in. i havent finished it yet is staged but most recently ive been rewatching doctor who episodes <3 you rose tyler

Last Movie: UMMMMMM i watch so little movies i think it was probably barbie?? i liked it.

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury: SWEET!! i love sweet foods

Current Relationship Status: single *atomises

Current Obsessions: honestly the usual suspects. good omens ace attorney disco elysium theyve carved little holes in my brain to sit in. also deadloch a little bit. non media im making patch jackets and learning keyboard rn!!

Last Thing You Googled: cabbage recipies..... im making okonomiyaki at the weekend but i know im going to have like three quarters of a cabbage left over that i wont know what to do with

tagging @ace-ace-attorneys @mutxnts @demonblush @monimolimnion and @dragonitepaw but i think a few of you might have done this already so feel free to ignore it HAHAHA

[hotgirlrpt]

idgaf i just need this on my dash

[utterlyinevitable]

The Messy Route

So right now I think I’m just gonna tap through and only focus on the male li’s. We know the story line by heart so I don’t need to harp on the logistics and the cases, yeah? Cool. Let’s all enjoy the escapades of one (1) queen of mess, Dr. Love Lao 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Tag: @mvalentine

Book 1, Ch 1

Woo! Edenbrook! Love Lao’s first and only choice of employer! She is PUMPED to be here; worked her entire life to get here. It was ‘get into edenbrook or reevaluate becoming a doctor’. From top of her class to hopefully top of the proverbial food chain! Let’s do this!

AH! On the clock for five minutes and already an emergency!

“I’M A DOCTOR” that’s right sweetie, you are. 

she didn’t really pay any mind to the giraffe attending that strode over to the collapsed patients side quicker than she could blink.

Adrenaline courses through her and she did as he instructed. This is what we’re here for!!! she’s a doctor, weeeeeee

They saved the woman’s life yippee. And she finally got a good look at mr blue eyes

But then this ASSHOLE has the nerve to chew her out for helping. He didn’t need her by his side. he was disturbingly calm during the whole ordeal and could have handled it with just the nurses help.

She eyed him up and down. And hoped that whatever crawled up his butt wasn’t a permanent fixture. And that she wouldn’t have to deal with him again. The spiteful words falling off his deep voice made her blood boil and prick her skin.

ew. The thirst of the staff.

They say don’t meet your hero’s. In a matter of seconds the ethan ramsey - kind and caring renowned doctor that puts the welfare of humans first - was completely shattered. And she decided she was going to show him just how perfect her skills actually are out of spite.

She was going to spend all year making him eat his words.

Wow two new friends! And a sexily intimidating chief of medicine. Could this place get any better???

So she bumps into the curly haired rat in the hallway and figures he’s not intimidating and also admires the work of one (1) asshole doctor. Might as well make another friend. Sink or swim in the hospital or whatnot.

She wishes she took a picture of the panicked look on the kids face when Asshole materialized. And thus phase 1 of prove dr Ramsey wrong was put into place

(I HC that Ethan has a little office nook in his apartment and on the shelves are every single journal he’s written. He has his undergrad thesis in its original lamination and that’s why he doesn’t need her copy she must’ve hacked into his uni database to find. He makes a mental note to research how she got her hands on it. By the looks of her it must’ve be something nefarious)

She respects ethan for who he is and what he’s done for medicine but on a personal level the guy needs a reality check. And it’s her mission to smack him with it!

He takes the bait and lets her choose for barb. A satisfied smile on her face when he calls her stubborn. He has NO Idea.

“A girls gotta have some secrets” “you’re really going to hold out on me?” If that ain’t foreshadowing 😏

Ethan is halfway to intrigued by this interns air of mystery and gumption and then the woman had the nerve to force him to treat himself.

He’ll “keep that in mind” sir she’s ALWAYS gonna be on your mind. Just you wait you’re gonna resent the hell out of her for it.

(Ugh the fact that laundry gets the coveted inscription makes me so mad. Ethan doesn’t sign anyone’s textbook and he only did it bc of his inkling of respect for MC. And “to my biggest fan” the sarcasm and fond in that inscription from the get go be still my cold frosty heart)

[flowerpowell]

Unexpected (Drake x MC)

PART ONE

A/N: This is an AU where Liam is engaged to Madeleine and Riley was never a suitor. Drake meets her in a bar but from the beginning they don’t like each other and don’t want to see each other again. Fate had different plans, though. It’s been a while since I wrote anything for Drake so I would appreciate your feedback! Characters belong to Pixelberry! Also, I’m not 100% happy with the title but I couldnt come up with anything else. The moodboard will be changing at some point too because I’m not happy with it either lol.

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: discussions of infertility, laguage

Word count: 2392

Tagging: @gardeningourmet @delightfullypinkglitter @choicessa @hopefulmoonobject @akrenich @blackcatkita @cora-nova @client-327 @desiree-0816 @jlpplays1 @dcbbw @kingliam2019 @the-soot-sprite @mskaneko @thequeenofcronuts @dr-ethanjramsey @missameliep @maxattack-powell @badchoicesposts @mymandrake @butindeed @burnsoslow @annekebbphotography @alesana45 @addictedtodrakefanfic @speedyoperarascalparty @walkerduchess @ao719 @texaskitten30 @lodberg @cordonianroyalty  @emichelle @sirbeepsalot @siriusxxvideos @i-bloody-love-drake-walker @samihatuli​ @choices-lurker​ @i-miss-trr​ @mind-reader1​ @queenjilian​ ♥

“I’m sorry Drake, I’m afraid I won’t make it, Madeleine wants to meet to discuss something ‘important’ before the wedding. Can we reschedule?”

Drake sighed as he read over the message from his best friend. Liam had always been busy but ever since he got engaged to Madeleine, they barely even saw each other. Resigned, he opened the door to his favorite and the only American bar in Cordonia, and walked in. He sat down in his usual place and waited for one of the waiters to get his order.

“Hi! What can I get you?” He turned left to see a young and rather too enthusiastic waitress smiling at him. Huh, that’s new. I haven’t seen her here yet.

“The usual, please.”

“And umm, what’s the usual for you? I’m sorry, this is my first day and I don’t know--”

“Yeah, I can tell. Whiskey, neat.” He interrupted her and turned his back to her. He was aware how rude he was acting but the whole thing with Liam made him mad and he wasn’t in a mood for talking to people.

“Sure,” she answered, her tone noticeably less cheerful. She walked away quickly and approached the barman.

“Hard first day, Riley?” He asked taking her notes from her.

“Was going well before this grump appeared,” she motioned Drake who glaced at her and saw her pointing him. He quickly turned away again.

“Ahh, Drake Walker. He has his moods but be nice to him, he’s our regular.”

“Oh great, I’m gonna see him every day, how nice,” she rolled her eyes and the barman laughed.

“His whiskey,” he handed her the glass. She took it, nodding in return.

“There you go! Anything else I can get for you?” Riley put the glass on the table and plastered a smile.

“No,” Drake answered taking his drink. She stood there waiting and he looked up.

“What?”

“Saying thank you doesn’t really cost much,” she answered and raised an eyebrow.

“Leaving me alone doesn’t cost much either.”

“Being nice doesn’t cost anything too, you know.”

“Not being annoying is kinda cheap too.”

“You’re cheap! What is even your problem?” She asked rasing her voice.

“My problem? You have a problem! I can’t even drink my whiskey in peace without a waitress bugging me.”

“Oohh, I’m sorry, your highness, I’m out of your hair if I’m bugging you that much,” she bowed mockingly and walked away as Drake’s eyes went wide. If she only knew...

“Drake, can you please stop by the palace? I need to tell you something and it’s important.”

Drake looked at the message and sighed. He quickly downed the glass and left money on the table. Without saying anything he walked out of the bar.

“How is he a regular? I would’ve kicked him out for being a jerk.” Riley asked when she brought the empty glass back.

“He’s not that bad. I’ve heard many things are happening in his life now but what exactly no one knows. He’s too reserved to share anything.”

“I can bet nothing exciting is really happening, he’s just trying to pretend he has a life.”

~~~~

“Liam! I’m here!” Drake opened the door to Liam’s office and met with Liam’s serious expression. He looked tired and... upset?

“Did something happen?” Drake asked but before Liam could reply Maxwell came in as well.

“The bros are all here! What’s happening?”

“Maxwell! Stop calling us bros. I am not your bro.” Drake hissed.

“Ahem,” Liam cleared his throat and both men looked at him. “I asked you both to come to tell you something.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I... I can’t have kids. I found out about it today.”

“What? How... How do you know that?”

“Madeleine asked me to check if I could have kids since we would have to produce an heir. The results came today and turns out I can’t have kids,” Liam explained and looked down, not meeting his friends’ eyes.

“I’m so sorry, man,” Drake ran his hand through his hair. “There are other options, you know.”

“Yeah! You can appoint someone or... you know... other stuff,” Maxwell cut in.

“Cordonia needs an heir to ensure our stability. I’ve been pressured to marry someone so I chose Madeleine but now everyone is pressuring me to produce an heir. I can’t tell them I can’t have kids. I can’t fail them,” Liam’s voice broke slightly.

“Screw them. Honestly, they are just a bunch of--”

“Drake! I am their King and I have my responsibilities. Giving them an heir is one of them.”

“So what are you going to do?” Maxwell asked.

“I thought about it. I’m gonna ask Betrand if I can appoint Bartie as the heir to the crown. If Betrand and Savannah agree, of course.”

“Bartie? My nephew? Bartie?” Drake asked, his eyes widening. “That’s--”

“Fantastic!!! I’m going to be a King’s uncle!!! How amazing is that? Betrand will love the idea!” Maxwell cheered as Liam smiled at him weakly.

“Yes. Now excuse me, I need to inform Betrand and Savannah about my decision and hope for the best,” Liam stood up as a sign for the men to leave. Maxwell patted him on the shoulder before heading out but Drake stood still.

“Drake?”

“Are you sure you’re okay? I mean, that’s a big decision to make, are you sure--”

“I’m not sure of anything, Drake. I know I need to get married, produce an heir and rule. That’s all I know,” Liam rubbed his temples suddenly ashamed of his outburst. “I’m sorry Drake, it’s been a rough couple of weeks.”

“S’okay. Get some rest and I’m here if you need me,” Drake said before leaving Liam alone in the office.

~~~~

“Hello?” Drake answered the phone as he opened the door to his cabin.

“Drake! Hey! I have a huge favor to ask. Could you look after Bartie for a few hours? Liam asked us to come to discuss something and I don’t want to drag Bartie with us.”

“Sure, Sav. When are you going to drop him off?”

“Ten minutes? We’re on our way,” there was a silence on the other side as Savannah waited for the answer.

“Sure,” he just said as he looked around his little house, mentally taking note of everything he had to clean before his sister got there.

“Thank you, Drake, you’re the best!” Savannah hung up before she could hear Drake murmuring something in respose. For a day without any social interaction that Drake planned for himself, he had an awful lot of socializing.

Before his sister and her husband came, Drake managed to tidy the kitchen and the living room. He was just about to clean his bedroom when the bell rang.

“Aww, shit, they’re not going to get in here anyway,” he said to himself and went to open the door.

“Here’s Bartie and his stuff, it shouldn’t take us long but I don’t know what Liam wants from us,” Savannah explained handing him his nephew.

“His Majesty,” Betrand corrected and Drake rolled his eyes.

“Right. Once again, thank you so much for your help!” Savannah quickly kissed Bartie goodbye and got back into the car.

“I guess it means there’s only you and me buddy,” Drake whispered to Bartie who started crying in response. It’s going to be a long evening...

~~~~

“Riley! Come here for a second!”

“Coming!” Riley quickly left cleaning the tables and ran to the manager’s office.

“One of your customers left his wallet. You need to return it,” he said taking a wallet from the table and handing it to her.

“Return it? But that’s not my fault someone left the wallet! He should’ve been more careful!”

“Normally yes, but this man has been coming here for years and he rather feels like a friend of ours. I’ll give you the address and you’ll take it back to him. I’ll pay you extra.”

“But...”

“No buts! I would’ve done it myself but I’m too busy ordering new plates and glasses since you broke so many today,” the manager narrowed his eyes and she quickly nodded.

“Got it! Just give me the address and I’ll return it!”

~~~~

“Where’s uncle Drake? Here he is!”

“Weeeeeeeeee!”

Drake sighed as he sat down on the floor. He loved that kid but had absolutely no idea how to take care of him. Maybe Bartie simply didn’t like him.

His thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking on his door.

“Thank God,” he took Bartie in his arms and opened the door hoping to see his sister. However, the person standing there was definitely not his sister and his eyes widened as he recognized the person.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Riley rolled her eyes as she saw Drake.

“Seriously? You even came to my house to offend me?!”

“Weeeeeee!” Bartie started crying again and Riley noticed the kid in Drake’s arms.

“I... No, I’m here to--”

“Can you please come in? Bartie is getting cold,” Drake stepped back so Riley could come inside. He closed the door and looked at Riley expectantly.

“So? May I ask you what the hell are you doing here, in my house at this hour?”

“Like I wanted to!” she answered back trying her best not to punch him. “You left your stupid wallet and my stup-- ahem, my boss asked me to bring it all the way here because apparently everyone likes you there. But just so you know, everyone except for me.”

“Wasn’t counting on it,” he said as he reached for the wallet.

“Weeeeeeee!”

“Shhh, Bartie, don’t worry. That scary lady is leaving.”

“I’m scary? The kid’s crying because his own father can’t even hold him right!”

“First of all, I know what I’m doing and secondly, I am not his father.”

“Ugh, look, you’re squeezing his belly,” Riley tried to take Bartie from Drake’s arms but he took a step back.

“You always know better, huh? We don’t even know each other’s names yet you’re already giving me parenting advice.”

“Because it hurts him! Here, let me,” she carefully took Bartie and he instantly stopped crying. She swayed a little to calm him down and it seemed to work as the kid smiled at her. Just as she was about to look triumphantly at Drake, the lights went out and Bartie started crying again.

“Great. Now use your amazing parenting skills again when I go and try to fix it,” Drake said before going outside.

“Sure. Of course. Go ahead,” she yelled after him, “because that’s still a part of my job as a waitress!”

“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”

“Shhh, Bartie, shh! Look, there’s my phone, let’s switch on the flashlight! Ohh, so much better, right?” She whispered to Bartie as he calmed down.

“Let’s go see where are your toys, okay?”

Riley started opening different doors to find anything that could catch Bartie’s attention but nothing in the kitchen or the bathroom seemed to fit her criterion. She opened the door to the room that was almost hidden and gasped at the sight. What must have been Drake’s bedroom was a mess, full of his dirty clothes, empty glasses and other things she wasn’t able to identify.

“Ugh, no wonder your uncle is alone. Who would want to live like that?” She asked Bartie and he giggled. She was just about to close the door when the lights went on again.

“What a relief, right darlin--”

“Who are you?!”

Riley turned around to see a woman and a man standing in the hollway. The man quickly walked up to her and took Bartie from her arms.

“Who are you? And why are you taking Bartie?”

“Bartie is our son. We left him for Drake to babysit him while we were out. And you’re...?” The woman asked her.

“I’m Riley and I was here because Drake forgot his wallet from--”

“Ohhh!! You’re Drake’s girlfriend! I get it! He never tells me anything!” The woman smiled as she shook Riley’s hand.

“No, no, wait. Hold up, I’m not--”

“That changes everything! I’m so pleased to know Drake finally has someone. My name is Bertrand Beaumont, Duke of House Ramsford and this is my wife Savannah.”

“It’s so nice to meet you! Drake’s always very secretive and you seem very nice! And Bartie likes you!”

“Nice meeting you too but seriously, Drake and I are not dating!”

“Ah, I see you’re just as reserved as he is! Don’t worry, your secret is safe with us,” Savannah winked at her and Riley wanted to throw up. Her and Drake? Never, ever, ever, ever, eww.

“Well, you’re here now so I’m going to head out. It was a pleasure to meet you all, have a great night!” Riley said and practically ran out of the door.

“She seems nice,” Savannah told Betrand when there were only two of them.

“Indeed, my dear. She must be special if he decided to introduce her to Bartie.”

“Hey, I fixed the-- Oh.” Drake walked in noticing his sister and her husband. “Hey, you’re back.”

“We are! And we’ve just met your secret girlfriend, Riley!” Savannah clapped her hands and Drake’s eyes widened.

“My what?!” Riley, that’s a pretty name, huh.

“It’s okay, brother, we won’t tell anyone. She just left and I think we must have scared her away so I’m sorry you won’t be able to spend a nice, romantic night together.”

Him and Riley? Never, ever, ever, ever, ever.

“No, Sav, it’s not like that, we don’t--”

“Drake, I get it! You can tell me all about her when you’re ready! But for now we have news!” She beamed as took her husband’s hand.

“Indeed, we do. Our son Bartie is officially the heir to the Cordonian throne!”

[stayndays]

new post coming today when im not lazy to do tags and have my computer!!

weeeeeee

[simply-wins-little-sis]

Jamming Out

Request: Can you do female teen reader where your jamming out to fall out boy, panic! And a bit of soul punk (if ya want) and Sam and dean come early from a hunt and find out you listen to them and tease you about it and it’s just some cute sibling fluff?

Edited By the lovely @gaveherhearttotheliontattoo

Tags: @winchesters-favorite-girl​ @percussiongirl2017  @the-third-winchester-warrior  @hellhoundlover @emmazach @sisterwinchesterwriter  @fandom-queen-of-wonderland @staticweekes @hi-my-name-is-riley @a-paranoid-bastard @because-you-never-know-when @enchantingempathhumanoidturtle @alexwinchester23 @winchesterhound  @rosie-winchester

Pairings: Sam and Dean x little sister Winchester! Reader

A/N : This was actually something I changed for the request. I wrote a lip sync sister one awhiillleee back and never posted it here....whoop! I added TOP because of the new album I’m super stoked for- whoops!

Your socks slid across the bunkers linoleum floor. Your sunglasses slapping down onto your nose, the slight pinch not interrupting your fun at all.

Taking a running start, you hurled yourself onto your older brother Sam’s bed, screaming the lyrics to an old Twenty-One Pilots song. You slammed your butt onto his pillows, your head crashing into the headboard Dean had found on the side of the road.

Your messy hair flipped its weight as you spun towards the center of the mattress, Dean’s oversized flannel swinging around your hips.

You were in a pair of spanks (from the time you went undercover as a cheerleader at a haunted high school) and the flannel only. Your sports bra had cut off too much of the energy flow you were trying to create.

After a good throwback came on, Young Volcanoes by Fall Out Boy, you had lost track of the chores you were supposed to be doing and started dancing.

Seven energy shots and twelve sour patch kid packets later you were bobbling around the makeshift home like you were a ticking time bomb, going to explode into a million specks of the sugar you had consumed.

“WEEEEEEE ARRRRRRRREEEEEEEE THHHHEEEEE WWIIIIILLLDDDDDDDDDDD!” not even sure your words matched those of the recording you had replayed a half dozen times by now you moved onto Dean’s bedroom.

His bed was already a mess, so it was easier to glide along the thin sheets. As the song switched so did your location.

Your sunglasses were some old ones you had found in your junk drawer earlier that morning, and boy were they useful now.

“OOOHHHHHH IT’S SATURDAY NIGHTTTTT!” you copied the new Panic! At the Disco song as best you could.

Up on a library table you began to shake and shimmy, forgetting all about the incoming arrival of your brothers.

The song switched and once again your location did as well. You had Charlie hack the intercom system, so your songs were quite literally sounding through the walls.

“A hotter touch, a better fu-,” You yelled along.

“Y/N Y/M/N Winchester, what in the hell are you doing,” Dean’s voice boomed in tight competition with the sound waves. You quickly scrambled for your phone, fishing through your pockets and then realizing its location.

You crept off the countertop and moved to the fridge. You opened the door, tracing your finger along the inside of where the energy shots had been, gripping the device and then shutting off the music.

“What was that?” Sam asked.

“SoIgotkindofboredwithchoresandthenIfoundtheenergyshotsandthenthesourpatchkidsandthenCharliehackedtheiintercomsandPanichadanewalbumandIcouldntresist.”

It was all strung so closely together your brothers gave out confused faces.

“She’s sugar high, I think,” Sam guessed, snatching your phone from your fingers. You shrugged your shoulders.

“You’re lucky we don’t ground you…” Dean began, “What even was that trash you were blasting my poor eardrums with?”.

“Really, Panic! At the Disco?” Sam remarked, flipping through some things. You impatiently tapped your foot.

Soon Eye of The Tiger began to echo throughout the bunker halls.

“This…this is real music…not that crap you were listening too,” Dean began to move to the beat.

Soon enough all three Winchesters were on the kitchen counter, sunglasses popping onto the bridges of their noses, screaming the lyrics.

[toribeereadsbooks]

‘Tis yo girl again

I was tagged by @pixie-skull to do this lovely little tag! I don’t know a lot of people on here but I hope that those I do tag will try it!

Name: Viktoria! Not spelt with a C mind you. With a K! My dad is German and it is very important to me that people know the proper spelling of my name.

Zodiac Sign: Taurus!

Height: 5’3

Languages Spoken: English, Spanish, and a weeeeeee bit of German. My dad may be from Germany but he never actually taught me how to speak the language itself.

Nationality: Canadian and German.

Favourite Fruit: Mango

Favourite Scent: Lavender, warm spices, bergamont, almonds

Favourite Colour: Robin’s egg blue

Favourite Animal: Dogs and goats

Favourite Fictional Character: Lila Bard, Nina Zenik, Inej Ghafa, and Ayesha from Ayesha at Last

Dream Trip: Travelling to places I’ve read about in books

When Was Your Blog Created: 2 years ago I think. I predicted the death of Margery Tyrell at the beginning of my blog 😂

Last Movie You Watched: Mamma Mia!

Song You’ve Had On Repeat: Not much in the way of songs. More like podcasts. Aka And That’s Why We Drink

Favourite Candy: Dark chocolate, Mozart Kugel, and marzipan Ritter sport. Once again I am very very German

Favourite Holiday: Christmas. Or New Years

Favourite MCU Character: Bucky Barnes or Drax or Loki

Favourite MCU Movie: Thor: Ragnarok

Favourite Food: SACHER TORTE

I hereby tag @shiiibii and @bonesintheroses (You don’t have to if you don’t want to)

[shirtlesssammy]

13x07: War of the Worlds

Then:

Missing: A nougat filled puppy. Reward: $5000

Now:

We begin tonight’s episode with an unwelcome closeup of Lucifer, but his ugly face is quickly replaced with pretty stock imagery. It seems that Michael has Lucifer trussed up, and is reading his mind to see Lucifer’s world. Michael has plans on heading over there.

Bunker

Sam and Dean are no closer to finding Jack. Sam put out an APB on him to other hunters. Then Cas appears, speaking of Jack, but really foreshadowing his entire episode: “Or, this apparent dearth of evidence is in fact the evidence….of some horrific misadventure that’s befallen him like being dragged down to hell by Asmodeus or, possibly worse, being hijacked to heaven by angels.” Lol. Cas says he’s off to talk to the angels.

Dean insists on tagging along. Cas tells him he can’t, and leaves. Like, there was a lot of flailing over this soft-lit scene, but I kind of felt cold from it. It’s nice that Dean’s using the singular when wanting to stay with Cas. And Cas being separated from the brothers is the nature of the story. I’m just selfish and like to see TFW together. Sigh. 

At a loss, the boys decide to work a case: Tortured, throats slit, witches.

Throne Room

Asmodeus chants, “Jack”, and a demon arrives to tell him that there’s no news of “the Jack.”

Fun fact: In the 1970s, Asmodeus helped Don Draper come up with the Coke ad.

The demon also reveals that the Winchesters don’t know where (the) Jack is either.

AU

Lucifer continues to spout his self-importance. Michael reveals his secret weapon in getting to Lucifer’s world: Kevin Tran!

AU!Kevin isn’t quite our Kevin, but it’s good to see him on screen. He’s still a prophet though, and one that’s probably been worked a little too hard. He’s a ball of manic energy, and ready to recreate the rift in worlds. He just needs the grace of an archangel, which Michael extracts from Lucifer with little hassle.

On the Case

Dean checks in with Jody about the witch case. Sam pulls up a surveillance video.

While watching the video, Dean notices a familiar --but impossible--face. KETCH! As the brothers flail over the idea of Ketch still being alive, a witch approaches them for help. 

AU

Kevin performs the rift opening spell. Unchained and ever resourceful, Lucifer breaks from his captors and jumps back into his world, with the door closing behind him. Michael’s a little pissed.

Lucifer ends up in Cincinnati, getting pity cash from a snobby divorcee. He doesn’t take kindly to her condescension, and tries blasting her, but it appears his powers are mostly depleted.

Throne Room

Asmodeus interrogates the front desk clerk from the Stampede Motel, and getting nothing out of him, has a minion stab him through the heart. Asmodeus is then hit with a wallop of Lucifer-is-home juice.

On the Case

The witch takes Sam and Dean back to her safe house in the woods. She reveals she escaped the serial killer, and how he tortures his victims --a red hot knife to the neck. He’s looking for the location of the witch, Rowena MacLeod. WEEEEEEE! Rowena!! Sam and Dean also confirm that they are looking for Ketch --or his doppleganger. They use the witch for bait, and capture themselves a (not)dead (not)British Man of Letters.

Bunker

Ketch is tied up and getting the full brunt of Dean’s anger. They don’t have him in the dungeon why?? Also, Ketch spins a deliciously ridiculous story of misidentification and twin brothers. Yes, he’s Alexander Ketch, Arthur’s less-loved twin. “Do I look stupid to you?” Dean asserts. After punching him, Dean humors Alexander and listens to his sob story. He’s a monster mercenary.

So it's back to research. Sam pulls up Alexander Ketch records from the US government as well as from the British Men of Letters database he'd duplicated at the end of Season 12.

Sam tries to rehash the events of Arthur’s death with Dean because Dean isn't buying Ketch's story for a hot minute. Mary shot Ketch and then they dumped his body in the waste canal. Which. HOLD PLEASE. 1) You wouldn't burn him, thereby preventing his ghost from hanging around and 2) someone is gonna find that body – you don't think they're gonna start an investigation? Dudes. DUDES.

Sam sits down for a more casual interrogation, where he calls Ketch immoral and unloyal. This automatically triggers Ketch's defense. “Alexander Ketch” protests that Arthur Ketch was a very good company man and that, were he there, he would “admit regret” to some things he'd done to the Winchesters. Uh huh.

We switch to Cas's secret meeting with Duma, the angel. They meet by the sandbox portal and Cas tells her that he's looking for Jack. Duma tells him that the angels don't have him, but if they DID they'd totally be using Jack to make more angels. Since they'd lost so many angels after the Fall, they need to create more or their kind will go extinct.

“You're planning to enslave him for some kind of experiment,” Cas says with horror just as the sandbox ignites and two more angels enter the playground. It's an “if you're not with us you're against us” situation. The angels attack Cas as soon as he refuses to work with them and Duma quickly gets the upper hand, pressing an angel blade to Cas’s throat.

Suddenly Lucifer speaks up from the edge of the park. He vaguely threatens the angels and then his eyes glow red. The other angels flee, leaving Cas to face Lucifer. Lucifer doubles over, coughing. “What are you doing back in this world?” Cas asks.

“What are you doing alive?” Lucifer asks, looking somewhat entertained by this situation.

“You're weak,” Cas says with a snarl but Lucifer holds him off with a threat that he's still banking a fair amount of archangel strength – depleted grace or not. He tells Cas that there's a world-threatening menace coming for them. So we switch to…

Cas and Lucifer hang out at Nick's Bar (har) where Lucifer tries to convince him to join forces. Cas says, “Hypothetically let's say you're lying...and I help you find your son and then you kill me again.” Lucifer insists that they have a case and they can be a happy super team. But Cas wants to run it all past Sam and Dean. Lucifer asks where his son is...impressed at how well Cas hid him. Cas has to admit that Jack is AWOL.

Back at the bunker Dean gets a phone call to his FBI phone. He learns that the front desk clerk at the Stampede Hotel went missing and the chief suspect is Asmodeus. Ketch interrupts...wandering around in hand chains and eating a sandwich. Dean is an inferno of pissed off at this freedom while Sam tries to explain his general goodness and attempts at humane treatment. Oh, Sam, you sweet little muffin.

Cas calls Dean from the bathroom hallway of the bar and is just about to spill the beans to him when Lucifer walks up. “Yes,” Cas improvises quickly. “I would like to see you too. The sooner the better.” Lucifer hangs up the phone and Dean's left staring at his own phone.

“Something didn't seem right,” Dean says. They lock up Ketch in the bunker, then track Cas's phone to the bar. Dean is the dictionary definition of worry.

Cas and Lucifer have moved their conversation to the bar – Lucifer continuing to try to wear down Cas and get him to agree to a teamup. All of a sudden, Asmodeus wanders in to the tune of thunderclaps. Evil Colonel Sanders and Lucifer have a dick measuring contest showdown and Asmodeus power blasts him and Cas against the bar.

Dean and Sam arrive a little while later to a bar that shows some signs of a struggle. They’re about to call an all-clear when demons armed with angel blades jump out and quickly outnumber them. The demons get the drop on the Winchesters when taRA taRAAA Ketch busts in to save the day. Dean and Ketch dispatch the rest of the demons, Dean watching Ketch at the end of the fight. “How did you get out of the armory?” Dean asks.

“Lock pick. If you'd done the prescribed cavity search--” (Me: tries and fails not to picture exactly where Ketch keeps his lockpick kit.) Ketch asks Dean where his angel is.

“Not sure,” Dean replies cooly. “But I am sure who you are. Arthur.” He recognized the way Arthur fought. The way he asked about Mary. Arthur admits that he's a mercenary working for people deep underground. He's hunting Rowena – who had sewn a powerful charm into her body to resurrect her. He'd gotten Rowena to do the same for him, then let her go. The only problem is that once the device is used it needs to be recharged. He needs Rowena for that. While the Winchesters protest that she's dead, Ketch insists otherwise.

Dean prepares to kill Ketch and Ketch sets off a flash grenade and escapes on his purloined motorcycle. He speeds off into the distance.

Later, Dean calls Cas from the Impala. “Cas” tells Dean that he's out following a lead and that he's fine. Really, Cas is in prison at Hell headquarters, along with Lucifer. Asmodeus - who was pretending to be Cas - is pleased. Lucifer's under his control, Cas is insurance in case the Winchesters cause trouble, and Jack will be a useful prisoner if AU Michael ever busts through to their world.

Asmodeus lays out his world domination plans to...KETCH. They're working together. Dun dun DUN.

Boris: People seem upset that of all the people for the show to bring back, they bring back Ketch. Why not Charlie? Why not Eileen? I can’t decide if this is legitimate hope, or what, but I think having Ketch back is smart. I certainly wouldn’t want Charlie or Eileen in this role. It’s going to be a long 10+ weeks without Cas. We’ll be distracted with Wayward (whoot!) but I almost think this Casiatus is going to hurt more than the summer. And, please no on the Lucifer redemption arc.

War of the Quotes:

The guy had creative chops and optimism. I'll give him that.

Where I come from, God is a paradox.

The other you is dead.

I'm a vertebrate. Neither an annelid nor a nematode.

It's probably smart to question everything about Arthur Ketch.

This isn't gonna be one of those 'make my day moments' is it?

[blackhyena]

Rules: Answer 30 questions and 20 people you would like to get to know better

tagged by @tittymegan !! i was going to do this at like 5am in the airport (im in kefalonia now weeeeeee) and i was so bored and so glad you tagged me but like the moment before i could finish it the app crashed and ive been too furious to try it again until now

1. Nicknames: zanna, zannie, angela called me Big Zan the other day and i lost my fucking mind

2. Gender: girl (?)

3. Star Sign: libra

4. Height: 5′4

5. Time: 15:55

6. Birthday: 7th October

7. Favorite Bands: Kasabian, Florence and the Machine, Marina and the Diamonds, Warpaint, TLSP

8. Favorite Solo Artists: Bat for Lashes, Lana Del Rey, Kate Bush, Grimes, Lady Gaga

9. The Song Stuck in my Head: New Rules - Dua Lipa

10. Last Movie I Watched: i think it was Okja on Netflix! I loved it omg

11. Last Show I watched: Game of Throooooones

12. When Did I Create My Blog:  god fucking eons ago. 2010 i think?

13. What Do I Post: music, tv, film, art, literature, shitposts, selfies....whatever floobs my boobs basically

14. Last Thing I Googled: Gemma Whelan. i wanted to know if she was gay or just typecast as such. sadly its the latter

15. Do You Have Any Other Blogs: my art blog, my inspo blog, and like 30 hoarded urls ill never use

16. Do You Get Asks: occasionally and i love the attention frankly

17. Why Did You Choose Your URL: an inside joke that i now maintain for brand recognition purposes

18. Following: 279

19. Followers: 721

20. Favorite Color: dark red, deep purple, gold, black, indigo, beetle green

21. Average Hours of Sleep: more than i got last night sweet jesus

22. Lucky Number: 9

23. Instruments: I sing and play guitar! though i can also do bass and uke if required

24. What Am I Wearing: my pjs. i just went to the beach and im having a rest before dinner

25. How Many Blankets Do I Sleep With: one

26. Dream Job: all of my ambitions are unrealistic to some degree lmao. id love to be an author or lead singer in a band. even my “realistic” dream is to be a university lecturer

27. Dream Trip: Scotland!!

28. Favorite Food: pizza or pasta if we’re talking sheer quantity ive eaten. i have a soft spot for thai curries though

29. Nationality: English

30. Favorite Song Right Now: The Man - The Killers! it always comes on when im driving and its such a bop

i tag @mad-shelley @bisexualaudreyhorne @jawnkeets @strange-meeting @j-eronimo @cydoniahype @renfield @gr0mhellscream @turndownyourlights @god--trash @predamorph @fennel-flower @soroppi @potter-thompson @hoodoodelrey ..... ahh god fuck it i dont wanna do twenty. if anybody else wants to then just say i tagged you