#515 curious

[whereisthedamndaddymanual]

It's not really a second hand.

vishnu has many

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

please write lirerally anything for sitting on daryls lap facing him omg i would die

fem wife!plus size reader, wc: 515.

a/n: i decided to combine my idea of daryl messing up cutting his hair and this and it honestly turned out so cute!! like i was giggling and twirling my hair writing this 😭

With your lips rolled between your teeth to hide a cheek splitting smile, you perched yourself comfortably onto Daryl’s lap, hair cutting scissors in hand as you assessed the damage he had done to himself.

Admittedly, you had put cutting Daryl’s hair on the back burner seeing as though your group was working to make Commonwealth your home once more. You knew its length was starting to bug your husband, catching the older man often tucking it behind his ears, blowing it out of his face, or into a man-bun; you shamelessly enjoyed those days the most.

You knew he was much too good of man to bug you about it when you’d walk through the threshold of your home looking like you were about to pass out as soon as your body touched the softness of your bed. You just hadn’t expected him to take matters into his own hands. Maybe you should have.

“God, D. What did you do?” You said with a snort, taking pieces of his now mix-matched length hair in between the pads of your fingers. You twirled them gently, a fond look in your eye. Daryl’s eyes were cast down in embarrassment due to your teasing.

“Dunno… thought I could do it m’self.” He mumbled stubbornly. You laughed again, finally allowing your smile to break free. “I’m sure you did hun.”

He just grunted in response.

“Welp,” You began with a sigh. “Let’s get to work.”

With every chunk of his hair that fell to the floor also took a part of your soul with it. Daryl and you had been together for what seemed like forever now, especially with everything that you had gone through together all the way from the farm until now.

You have seen him throughout many stages of growth, so cutting off a piece of him that you watched change feels like you’re losing a part of the past, but also welcoming a new future.

You felt yourself smile once more the shorter his hair got until you had gotten it perfectly styled.

“Oh God.” You couldn’t help but exclaim with a scrunched nose. “Wha’?” He asked nervously. He had felt his head get lighter, and everytime it did he felt himself get a tad bit sicker. “This is gonna make me feel young again.” Was all you could say.

By that you mean he looks exactly like he did back when you had first met at the Quarry; when he was young and spunky and mean.

“Stop teasin’ me, woman.” He groaned with a small smile of his own. “I’m being serious, stud.” You flirted. He snorted, saying, “I wanna see what it looks like.”

You got off of him, stretching as he padded over to the closest mirror.

He was quiet for a moment and you made sure to watch his face for any kind of negative reaction, but all he did was just pull at his new hairdo with curious hands.

“Do you like it?” You couldn’t help but ask. It took him a moment to respond.

“Yeah, I like it.”

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[roseharpermaxwell]

do you have any shorter drarry fics that you would recommend to a new drarrier? under 10k and preferably explicit? thank you!!

Pausing my RWRB reading (I have an ask about firstprince fics too and I’m working on it!) to answer this, which is the nudge I’ve needed. I’ve done this for Dramione before (under 5k), but I especially love tempting readers to Drarry. 

Short works are the unsung heroes of fandom. They don’t get enough love, which makes me so sad, because you definitely don’t always need 100k to deliver a stunning story. These are your bedtime stories, your palate cleansers, your individual serving sizes of serotonin. It’s okay to enjoy these even if you only read slow burn 100k+ fics, I promise. Live a little! 

This is a sampling of some amazing favorites, but I’m always reading new things and will add to it regularly. If you find something you love, I know the author would love to hear it, and so would I! Take a deep dive into their work to find other gems. 

Bite-Size Drarry - Under 10k (Part One) below:

Draco Might Die by @ghaniblue. G, 515. Draco’s first day as Hogwarts’ new Charms professor was an unmitigated disaster.

This Heart on My Sleeve by @lou-isfake. M, 1.1k It’s a hopeless ordeal, all at once: I am never going to be rid of him; I am never going to have him; it is always, always going to hurt.

Nick of Time by @mosrael. M, 1.1k. Draco Malfoy is ready to sacrifice everything for the man he loves. Will he find what he's looking for in the nick of time?

Reaching out, reaching up by @softlystarstruck. M, 1.3k. Harry Potter is a good lay. Draco wishes that fact was all he had taken away from the situation.

Dicking Draco Down by @lqtraintracks. E, 1.3k. It’s not a tease. It’s all prep. It’s necessary. Harry is, to be unsubtle about it, hung.

Weakness Leaving by @p1013. E, 1.3k. He's nineteen the first time he asks Ginny to hurt him during sex, and he's a day older than that when she tells him this isn't working. He's twenty when he goes to his first kink club and finally gets what he needs.

RAPTURE CLOSE, FIND JESUS by softlystarstruck. G, 1.4k. “What’s rapture?”

“Huh?”

“What’s rapture?”

“Dunno. Why?”

“There was a sign a while back. You were messing with the radio. It said ‘RAPTURE CLOSE, FIND JESUS’. All caps.”

true things by @hogwartsfirebolt. M, 1.5k. All Draco's ever known is how to guard his heart. But Harry sneaks in, anyway. A love story.

Threshing by @academicdisasterfic. E, 1.5k. For Draco, following fate was the easy part.

I Knew You by @phoebe-delia. NR, 1.5k. A series of ficlets based on the songs "august," "cardigan" and "betty," from Taylor Swift's album folklore.

Like You a Latte by hogwartsfirebolt, @peachpety. M, 1.6k. Harry Potter has mastered the skill of creating latte art. Or so he thinks until his muse and crush—Instagram influencer Draco Malfoy—shows up at the Weasley’s caf.

Take that ride by @andithiel. T, 1.6k. It’s been three weeks, six days, 19 hours and 37 minutes since Draco fell into Harry’s bed the first time and they still haven’t talked about it.

Because You Called the Wrong Person, But He Was Into It Anyway by @gracerene. E, 1.7k. Draco has called the wrong number. Harry doesn't mind one bit.

Homebound by academicdisaster. M, 1.8k. After escaping England, Harry and Draco try to find a new home. 

The Dog and The Drunk Slytherin by academicdisaster. T, 1.8k. After learning Harry wants to get a dog, Draco gets very drunk and decides to do something about it. In a very normal way.

All Hues in His Controlling by @wolfpants. E, 1.8k. Harry’s gorgeous at thirty-five, but his beauty as a young man leans closer to pretty, almost strikingly so. “Eighth Year,” Draco murmurs in wonder. “This is you in Eighth Year.”  -   Harry caters to Draco's very particular set of kinks when he uses magic to de-age himself.

Truth’s Day-Star by wolfpants. E, 1.8k. Draco’s stares had started off curious but soon turned arch. He sometimes plays with Harry’s hair while he does it, his body spread out in his chair like liquid silver, all long, pliant lines. Harry, meanwhile, sneaks looks like they’re forbidden. Bless him. Doesn’t he know how much I want him to look at me like that? -  The world is miserable and so is Sirius. But is he really imagining all of this tension between Harry and Draco?

(you) find me when the lights go down by @beyondtheclose. T, 1.8k. Harry can hear footsteps on the stairs behind him but doesn't bother turning to look. There's only one person likely to follow him out here at this time of night.     "Potter," comes the crisp voice, easily recognisable as Draco. "You do know that most sane people, especially those who spend every waking moment complaining of being cold, would cast a warming charm. Or at the very least grab a sweater. Not spend every night attempting to turn into an icicle." - What makes someone a ghost? Because if it's dying, Harry's got that covered.

That life can change by @gallifrey1sburning. M, 1.9k. Maybe that’s why I started hanging out with Malfoy. Two major benefits: it pisses people off, and he doesn’t expect anything from me. We mostly just drink and lie around on the carpet listening to music. A story of two boys slowly and quietly falling together.

Game…Set…Malfoy by @nanneramma. M, 1.9k. Harry teaches Draco a new game. Draco plays dirty.

Pissing for England by @moonflower-rose. M, 2k. They're sharing a flat as part of an Auror training exercise, but if Ron can't learn to piss more quietly, they may not make it out alive.

Aching with Want by @nv-md. E, 2k. Draco loves Harry, and would do anything to make him happy. When the cold wakes Draco in the middle of the night, he gives Harry everything he wants...everything he's too scared to ask for.

Obliviously Ever After by @gloivy. M, 2k. Harry Potter isn’t gay. He just likes to shag Draco Malfoy now and again.  OR: Five times Harry obliviously denies the feelings blooming between himself and Draco, and the one time he admits it.

Fixation by @dorthyanndrarry. E, 2.1k. Harry was back to staring at Draco again.

“Harry’s just fixated,” Hermione said absently, “They do that, the two of them.”

“I’m not fixated,” Harry said, frowning faintly, “I’m just… enjoying the view, sort of thing.”

“When do you get tired of the view then?” Ron asked flatly, “Beeeeen a month now, mate.”

Willing Blood by lq_traintracks and @the-starryknight. E, 2k. Seven days together, years ago; seventy-four hours and thirty-eight minutes trapped in this house alone; and now one chance to stop himself from draining Potter dry. Will Draco take it? Will Harry let him?

Truth be told by @tenthousandyearsx. E, 2.3k. Playing Truth or Dare with the Slytherins had been a terrible idea. Being pinned against a wall by Malfoy while still on bloody Veritaserum was... well, hot as hell, and more than Harry thought he'd ever get, to be perfectly honest.

Drive, Draco by @Erebeus-roxy. M, 2.4k MCD. I got my driver license today, but you're not around to see.

You Can Make My Night by @devilrising. M, 2.4k. Draco has never been to a place like this; an underground, queer speakeasy. There are men everywhere, dancing, drinking, talking. He can't believe he gets to be a part of this.

Or: how Draco Malfoy meets Harry Potter in a bar in the 1920s

Rocking Rodeo by @coffeedrgn87. E, 2.5k. Draco loves the rocking rodeo...what else is there to say?

In a Jam by peachpety. T, 2.6k. When the boys go blackberrying at Michaelmas, Draco discovers that magic and berries don’t mix, and all Harry wants is to snog him. If only Ron would let him.

Just Talking by @cavendishbutterfly. T, 2.6k. Harry's been trying and failing to talk to Draco for ages. It's hard, since he fancies him. It's easier to text about it. Even when he's right across the table at pub night. Who knows? If Harry's funny enough, maybe someday Draco will like him back.

Unspoken Affection by @janieohio. E, 2.6k "Sometimes, when you smile, I swear I hear music, then I realise it’s just the beat of my heart in my ears...Come back so I can dance."

Harry finds a stack of post-its, and what starts as simply leaving Draco a reminder with a bit of romance turns into a lifetime of memories.

Fledgling by @tackytigerfic. G, 2.7k. Two young dads meet at a farmers market. They exchange parenting tips, longing looks, and root vegetables.

Feral by @drarrily-we-row-along. M, 2.8k. Of the two of them, people would say Draco was the scary one; he knew categorically more jinxes and hexes, and he was absolutely ruthless. Harry tended to hold back a bit, he chose spells that wouldn't permanently injure.

But in this moment, after Harry had covered Draco with the shield, Harry went absolutely feral.

At wand point by tenthousandyears. E, 2.8k. Harry should not be so turned on by being held at wand point by Draco Malfoy... yet here he is.

proven lands by @oknowkiss. E, 2.8k. The thing about circles is, they always end at the start.  OR: A story about falling in love at the end of the Earth.  (told in 31 microfics -- this is the "director's cut")

And the music plays bitter, plays sweet by Andithiel. M, 2.9k. He doesn’t know why he does this to her, why he can’t leave Draco Malfoy be. After the first time he promised himself it wouldn’t happen again. For a long time it didn’t. But Draco had become an itch he needed to scratch; the memory of him rutting against Harry all consuming, making him lose focus, making him want another taste. And another. And another. Until all he could taste was Draco, on his tongue, on his skin, all around him, ever present. Never leaving.

Life has a firm grip by @shealwaysreads. M, 2.9k. Harry and Draco don’t get older, but they do get wiser. (Vampire!Draco, Master of Death Harry)

takes one to know one by hogwartsfirebolt. M, 2.9k. I watched him go through many. Months after our groups merged, after I was forced to think of him when I thought of the word “friends”, I became used to it. I learned his moves, learned what desire looked like on his face.

Secretly, between the shadow and the soul by @teacup-tai. T, 2.9k. The thing about surrender is that once you accept the unavoidable rhythm of change, the surprising uncontrollability of life, and the astonishing inevitability of feelings, it is easy.

like the sun came out by academicdisaster. E, 3k. Harry realises that Draco loves him, and it's like waking up. 

the shape of memory by hogwartsfirebolt. T, 3k. Harry's brush with death has left consequences. Thankfully, Draco is there to help him navigate the uncertain waters of his mind.

Mens Rea by lq_traintracks. E, 3.1k. Mens Rea: the mental element of a person's intention to commit a crime; or knowledge that one's action or lack of action would cause a crime to be committed.

 “Draco Malfoy, how do you plead?”

 I’m super fucking guilty.

Together Like This by shealwaysreads. E, 3.1k. Draco attempts to prove to himself that he doesn’t deserve what he wants. Harry proves him wrong.

drape me in your warmth by softlystarstruck. M, 3.1k. Malfoy, even quiet as he is now, is the only thing that manages to shine through the fog of Harry's mind.

Nothing Compares by @maesterchill. T, 3.1k. Working in the International Auror division doesn't exactly lend itself to Harry finding love or having any sort of relationship, what with all the unsociable hours and catching bad guys and never being in one location for more than a few days. Not to mention the permanent fixture of his partner, Malfoy.

So, how does a song about lost love end up being the thing that helps Harry find love, in the location he least expected it?

Waited for This by @phdmama. E, 3.1k. Malfoy’s been working out, Harry ruminates, as he stands by the kitchen sink and drinks his first coffee of the day in preparation to go open the cafe. Probably doing his squats. Harry should ask him about his routine. Except then Malfoy might think Harry has been staring at his ass. Which he definitely has not been. It’s just… hard to miss when Malfoy is bent over the display case unloading his muffins and mini pies and cookies and whatnot.

Harry is only drooling over the croissants, not Malfoy and his posterior. And biceps. And eyes.

I Fall On Grass by tackytiger. T, 3.1k. Harry loves his garden, and he loves his sons, and he also loves— Well, he definitely feels something for Draco, who is currently distractingly topless under a pear tree. The language of flowers isn't much good when it comes to big declarations, though; Harry needs to find the words to tell Draco just exactly what he's been feeling all these years.

Market Saturdays by @iota. M, 3.2k. In which Harry is an accidental part-time cheesemonger, Draco is an organic farmer and they fall in love. Not an AU.

I Swear I'll Keep You With Me by @dodgerkedavra. E, 3.2k. Harry Potter doesn't mean to drop the Snitch in Malfoy Manor. In order to get it back, he makes an Unbreakable Vow to keep Draco Malfoy with him. It's the chandelier's fault, really.

emerald and lace by icarusinflight. E, 3.3k. They're expensive and elegant - like Draco - and Harry just wants to touch them. He gets to.

Salt and Sauce by @onbeinganangel. T, 3.3k. Sure, of course he knows how you take your tea. But does he know your chippy order?

Enjoy the Silence by shealwaysreads. M, 3.4k. Draco stops speaking, gets some tattoos, and discovers that Harry’s happy to be quiet with him.

Even the Night by tackytiger. M, 3.4k. I'm so bad at this. Two boys meet on a rooftop. Read and find out more. Featuring lots of cigarettes, a Midsummer sky, close encounters in a bath, and plenty of fireworks.

Countdown to a Life by tackytiger, E, 3.4k. A balcony, first kisses, December to December. A little story of building up a life together.

Half Awake by academicdisaster. E, 3.4k. Talking is hard, and kissing is easier. And so is everything that comes after kissing.

A Shorts Story About Love by onereader. E, 3.4k. House-sharing with Slytherins, student life, magic weed, and short shorts. Harry's life at university might be strange, but he wouldn't change it for the world.

Continued in Part Two!

Give the authors some love! I also adore hearing if you found a new favorite fic or author.

I’ll be regularly adding to this, so if you’re seeing this as a reblog, feel free to check my Master List of Recommendations for the most current list. If you see yourself and you’re not tagged, or I've got a broken or misdirected link, please let me know!

[every-character-ever-poll]

hmm now I'm curious: what's the record for longest propaganda so far?

That's a good question, thank you! As far as I can find, there are 6 posts where I put the propaganda under a readmore (there may be more, I'm relying on the tumblr search system). Those posts are, in order of most to least words:

Donato Porpora, Tokyo Ghoul (week one): 829 words

April Ryan, The Longest Journey (week one): 540 words

Serial Designation V, Murder Drones (week four): 515 words

Takuto Maruki, Persona 5 Royal (week eight): 513 words

Elma, Xenoblade Chronicles X (week three): 475 words

Beatriz Pinzón Solano, Yo Soy Betty, La Fey (week five): 319 words

[comfysofti]

Thanks Krinkels for not giving any lore to employers nor in games nor in series, so i can go batshit with their lore in my au 🫶

Aka, hi, good morning, im here again to yap about my madness combat au, specifically about employers!!!

Today talking mostly about their anatomy(not much, because im lazy) and will make post regarding their world and history later

(part 1 out of gods know how many, of me talking about employers in my au)

1. Lifespan

Employers can live up to 1000 years. It divided into different "adulthoods". The first adulthood starts, when employers reach age 18-20, second starts in 100-105, third around age 300-307, fourth 509-515, fifth 700-706, sixth and last around age 900-902. Nothing much changes during them, outside of employers growing in terms of their abilities, knowledge ect. Body usually only starts aging and "dying" during fifth adulthood

2. Memory

Funny note about their memory, that until employers reach age of 14-15(depending on employer) their memories are stored in their hair, instead of their heads! So all children usually have very long hair, and are not allowed to cut it no matter what, because they'll loose memories, and will never recover them. Important to note, that if employer forced to cut their hair at a young age, constantly erasing their memories, this will lead to phantom hair to appear, and yes it looks like you think it looks. "Ghostly" looking part of their hair, that cannot be touched and only serves as a reminder of how many memories employer have lost(Auditor in my au, is a good example of employer with phantom hair), also employers who have it, usually have bad memory and problems with learning new things. And yes, after age of 14-15 employers are allowed to cut their hair however they want, because it doesn't hold their memories anymore, because their brain/head is now developed enough to finally store all this memories and knowledge. So yea, at a young age, taking care of their hair, is really important to employers!

3. Hearts

Employers don't have hearts like we do. Instead they have employer cores. Employer cores are crystals that are grown and carved by gods to help employers contain and control their powers, also helping to keep their bodies stable(and because of the fact that in employers body, cores are kept in their chest where heart would be, sometimes they also called employer hearts). Employers are being made from powers they get at birth, and their bodies is the energy of those powers. Without cores, their bodies aren't stable, because there's nothing that keeps their powers in check, and keeps them stable. So, cores are made just for that. Employer cores, although made of crystals, are very flexible and can change their appearance to absolutely anything their owner wants. They can even be turned into weapons!(Also, side note: in earlier eras of employers history, noble people and anyone with high status would wear their cores as accessories, literally turning them into such. This was counted as the person showing their higher status, hence them not hiding their heart and literally showing it off, as some jewelry). Also, when employer looses some of their powers(yes, that's more than possible) they have ways of restoring them, and those ways are unique to all employers. Some employers can restore their powers for example, by eating specific food, or something having to do something as bad as hurt someone. But mind you, the ways their powers are restored doesn't say anything about the person!!! Also, if you're curious, yes, grunts can use employer cores and use the powers they hold, although with time it'll kill them(im too lazy to elaborate about this rn, so let me know if i should even bother talking about this more)

4. Core connections

Yes, cores can be connected between eachother, in few different ways. Thus far, there's only four known core connections:

Mixed - as the name suggests tho cores mix into one, along with their owners. Two beings and their hearts become one person basically speaking. This connection cannot be undone since there's nothing remaining of tho individual employers, only a mix of them!!!

"Cursed" - employers sometimes can "curse" their cores, so after their death, no one would be able to use their cores and the powers it hold. That's where the name comes from. If employer tries to connect their core to "cursed" core, not only will they die, but powers from their core will be drained into cursed one, reviving cursed owners body as well

Threading - employer core that got "shattered" through "threads" gets connected to another core. Those threads allow employer to use the powers of the shattered core(as long as it's not cursed ofc), without having to mix the cores and all that stuff. This is one of those connections that can be ended at any point, through simply "cutting the threads"

Piercing - one core pierces another core. This connection is extremely rare and random occuring, for so far unknown reasons. In this connection, the cores and employers do not mix, but still are connected to one another. Powers of the core that pierces another will get reduced to fit the power level of the core that's being pierced. This connection can only be safely broken, if there's another employer, who's willing to have their core pierced by core that's well, piercing to the core of another employer. Otherwise, if cores with this connection get "disconnected" from one another for more than a few minutes both employers will die. Origins of this core connection are unknown, so it's hard to tell why it even works like that or why is it even exists

5. Employer markings

This term both refers to marking that employers can be born with and markings that appear on grunts body/clothes and what not, if they use the core for too long. A bit about each:

Employer markings on employers themselves - generally just markings of the same colour as their aura. Can appear on any part of their body, can be small or big. They're randomly occurring, so if both parents have markings there's no guarantee their child will have them as well. In early ages of employers world it was believed that those markings depending on their shape and placement can tell how employers life will go, up to their death, although it wasn't actually true

Employer markings on grunts - a clear sign that grunt is close to dying. Markings on them can appear in any shape and form. Can appear on their clothes, or appear outside their body, for example in shape of wings, having the colour of core that grunt is using. Those marks don't hurt them, and grunts don't even feel them appearing, but again, those marks are a bright sign that they'll die soon from using the core for so long

6. Core descendants

All cores are unique, each and every one, so if employer has core exactly the same(or suspiciously way too similar) to core of already deceased employer(bonus point if they have the exact same powers) they're considered core descentand of this employer. This doesn't mean that the two employers are connected, this only means their hearts and mind are so similar that they have either exactly identical or very similar shape of their hearts and abilities

Well, I don't have anything else to add, so that's all, unless someone has questions :33

Thanks for reading my yapping <33

[starkstruck27]

My first fill for @mungrovebingos !! I'm so excited to be participating in this event for the first time, so I hope you enjoy!! Story is linked to Ao3 here and also available to read under the cut.

First fill is gonna be for the prompt "Freckles" and is 515 words.

(Also, side note, this is the shortest one I have planned, so expect them to be longer in the future lol)

The problem with dating a night owl when you’re an early bird is that when summer comes around and you no longer have to go to bed at a certain time to wake up at a certain time, the early bird is just starting to wake when the night owl is just getting to bed. That’s how it worked for Billy and Eddie at least. Just as Billy’s starting to crash after a long night of reading and using the walkman Max got him to listen to music, Eddie’s just starting to wake up and start his day. So it was no surprise that after only an hour of sleep, Billy is cranky about being woken by something tickling his bare back.

When he first felt it, he sat bolt upright, taking his pillow with him and swatting at his back just in case it was a spider (those little bastards had woken him up enough times). But after hitting Eddie in the face by accident, he found it wasn’t a spider, and he calmed down, his heart rate settling as he tried to get comfortable on the bed again and even out his breathing. 

“Jesus, you alright?” Eddie asked, and Billy could hear the chuckle in his voice. If he wasn’t so damn tired, he might’ve found it cute.

“Yeah, thought there was a spider,” Billy responded with a yawn, his eyes already closed again.

“Nope, no spiders. Just me,” Eddie said, and then the tickle was back, “You know you got a shit ton of freckles? It’s like you got a whole damn galaxy on your back.”

“Yeah, it’s called my job requires me to sit shirtless in the sun all day,” Billy said, rolling his tired eyes, but he couldn’t contain his smile. Eddie hummed quietly in response and then stayed quiet, letting Billy doze. After a while, his feather-light fingers returned, drawing funny little patterns all over his back as Eddie began to hum a quiet song. Billy was almost asleep again, but he was curious, so he yawned and turned his head to try and look back at Eddie.

“What’re ya doin’?” He mumbled, feeling the crust in his eyes as he blinked.

“You’ve got constellations on your back, Star Boy,” Eddie whispered back. He kept up his tracing on different spots of Billy’s back, but this time, as he did it, instead of humming he whispered their names. “Here’s Andromeda… Orion… Ursa Major… Aries… Pegasus… Hydra…”

“You’re a nerd, Munson,” Billy smiled as he turned back over, his smile stuck on his face as he relaxed back into the pillows.

“Yeah, but you’re the one who fell for me, so…” Eddie laughed gently, pressing a kiss to his boyfriend’s shoulder. He leaned back again after it to continue tracing the constellations among Billy’s freckles, still quietly murmuring their names as he did so, and lulling Billy into a peaceful sleep. Neither of them knew how they ended up so lucky to have met each other, but they decided never to question it. It must’ve been written in the stars.

[cagemasterfantasy]

Porygon the Virtual pokemon a normal type

2ft 7inc

80.5lbs

Ability: Trace or Download Hidden Ability: Analytic

Egg Group: Mineral

Highest Base Stat: Special Attack:85

Lowest Base Stat: Speed:40

Base Stat Total: 395

It has no discernible heartbeat and does not seem to draw breath, and yet it appears to function without issue. I cannot even begin to explain this utterly bizarre anomaly.

Trade while holding a Upgrade to get Porygon2 the Virtual pokemon a normal type

2ft

71.7lbs

Ability: Trace or Download Hidden Ability: Analytic

Egg Group: Mineral

Highest Base Stat: Special Attack:105

Lowest Base Stat: Speed:60

Base Stat Total: 515

A bizarre item caused this Pokemon to evolve. While it now exhibits many new gestures and expressions, its biology remains inscrutable.

Trade while holding a Dubious Disc to get Porygon-Z the Virtual pokemon a normal type

2ft 11inc

75lbs

Ability: Adaptability or Download Hidden Ability: Analytic

Egg Group: Mineral

Highest Base Stat: Special Attack:135

Lowest Base Stat: Defense:70

Base Stat Total: 535

A curious item induced this evolution. The Pokemon's offensive capabilities have greatly increased, but the strangeness of its behavior has magnified in equal measure. This worries me.

[eddysocs]

Project Love Sick — Amy Duncan x OC

Summary: Spencer can’t help but notice how distracted Hailey is during their group project at Teddy's and Teddy tries to brush it off as anything but what it actually is.

Word Count: 515

Warnings: Some minor drama

Walking in through her front door, Teddy dropped her bag on the floor with an exhausted sigh. "So, group project, yay!" Both Spencer and Hailey chuckled at her heavy use of sarcasm.

"Hey, at least it’s the three of us and we don’t have to work with people we don’t know," Spencer replied, trying to soften the blow this group project had dealt them.

"So true," Hailey hastily agreed. "If you guys need me, I’ll be in the kitchen." In a flash, Hailey was gone. Disappearing into the kitchen always seemed to be the first thing she did when she went over to Teddy's, and it certainly hadn’t gone unnoticed by Spencer.

"What does she go to the kitchen for all the time," Spencer asked.

"Oh, you know Hailey, she likes her snacks," Teddy answered with a forced laugh. That was all Spencer needed to tell that him there was something she wasn’t saying, and more so that she didn’t really want to talk about it either. Yet that only made him more curious.

"I hardly ever see her eating anything when she comes out," he pressed on.

Teddy just shrugged, turned and busied herself with pulling supplies they’d need from out of her bag. Spencer, however, decided to do some investigating. He stood at the edge of the kitchen, just out of sight and listened. He could hear Hailey talking with Teddy's mom, but that was it. He couldn’t really make out their conversation very clearly, but it seemed like normal small talk.

Deciding that he needed to know more, he made his way into the kitchen himself, albeit awkwardly, as he definitely felt like he was intruding on something. Amy politely greeted him and went back to chatting with Hailey. Hailey hadn’t even looked his way for a second which meant that he was basically no more than a fly on the wall.

Spencer stayed and observed for a moment, and noticed that Hailey had this look on her face every time Mrs. Duncan spoke. It’s like the way he looked at Teddy when they first met. He’d had the biggest crush on her then, and…oh. Once he believed he’d pieced two and two together, he slowly backed out of the kitchen and right into Teddy.

"What are you—"

"Nothing. Saw nothing, heard nothing. Nothing. It’s fine."

"You're acting so weird right now." That was when Teddy looked over Spencer's shoulder and into the kitchen. Hailey was there smiling, leaning across the counter as her mom told her a stupid story about Charlie that she’d probably heard six times already. "You know what, never mind. Let’s just get working on this stupid project, okay?"

"Shouldn’t we get Hailey first?"

"She’ll be out in a minute. It’s fine. She’ll bring the snacks." Clearly, Teddy wasn’t ready to talk about this, but she’d seen what Spencer had seen, of that he could be certain. What this meant for their collective friendship, he couldn’t say, couldn’t even imagine, honestly. But he hoped it would all turn out okay.

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[multifandom-worlds]

A Warm Day at Work - Kinkmas 2022

Genre: Smut

Rating: NSFW (18+)

Word Count:515

Warnings: Cockwarming

Authors Note: One of my contributions to Kinkmas 2022 with @otome-and-fanfiction and made for @darling-dummy-blogs

Victor had been incredibly busy the last few weeks, making it almost impossible for Cassie to see him, and she was getting lonely. He was working from home today to satisfy her need for having him around, but it wasn’t good enough for Cassie. She craved more of him, more of his attention, but she also understood how important his work was to him. 

The two of them have spoken about cockwarming - an action in which Victor would slip his cock into Cassie and leave it there. It had been something Cassie was intrigued by, and given how much she loved the feel of Victor stretching her out, she thought it might be worth investigating together. Well, today was the day she wanted to try it out for the first time. 

Victor looks up from his computer, a curious twinkle in his eye and a slight smirk on his lips. “Oh? And what “thing” would you like to try? You need to be more specific when using your words; you know I’m not a mind reader. “

Slipping her panties off under her skirt and leaving them in the bedroom, Cassie carefully walks down the hall to Victor’s home office, gently rapping on the door before pushing it open. “Victor?” She calls from the slightly open door.

“Come in, sweetness.” Came Victor’s reply. She pushes the door open further, striding into the room. “Victor...I was wondering if we could do that..thing. That thing we talked about a few days ago..” 

Cassie shifts her weight between her legs before taking a deep breath and telling him exactly what she wants to do. “I-I want to sit on your cock as you work.” Victor arches an eyebrow, hearing her tell him what she wants. He was expecting her to be a brat about it, but she instead decided to obey him. 

Pushing his chair away from the desk, he motions for her to come over before undoing the button on his pants and pulling them down his hips, just enough for his now semi-hard erection to be free. “Well then, my sweet, your seat is ready.” He taps his lap, beckoning her over. Eagerly, Cassie walks over to him, straddling his lap to gently ease herself onto him, giving her time to stretch out around him. A shaky breath escapes from her partially opened lips as he bottoms out inside her. With one arm wrapped around her waist, Victor holds her in place as he rolls his chair back to his desk, continuing his work, leaving her stuffed and content to spend time with him.

Once in a while, Victor will shift his legs or thrust upwards a little bit, earning a quiet whimper from his wife, but he continues to work diligently, he himself enjoying the feeling of being wholly sheathed into the warmth of his wife’s core. Sure, they had their fair share of intimate moments, but this was something different, more personal than their usual cuddling, and he would 100% not say no the next time she asked to sit on his cock.

[ryqoshay]

Cattywampus: Fortissimo

Primary Pairing: N/A Starring: Mei Mentioned: Shiki Words: 515 Rating: G? Time Frame: Sometime during their 1st year of HS Prompt: Bug

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Author's Note: Primary entry for the 22nd

Summary: Pianissimo has a surprise for Mei

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Riin. Riin.

Mei stirred.

Riin. Riin.

Was there a cricket in her room?

Riin. Riin.

Well, there was Pianissimo, the cricket Shiki had somehow convinced Mei to bring home, but he was, as his name implied, very quiet.

Riin. Riin.

This sound was significantly louder.

Mei opened her eyes.

And screamed.

There was a huge cricket in the middle of her room, staring at her. And chirping.

Riin. Riin.

The giant bug’s mandibles moved back and forth menacingly.

Riin. Riin.

“Pianissimo?” Mei cried, scrambling into the corner of her bed and pulling her legs up. “Why… how are you so big?” She clutched her pillow as though it would somehow provide some sort of protection.

The cricket moved its front legs up onto the edge of the bed. Its antenna twitched and leaned toward Mei as though trying to sense her.

Mei began to panic. Was Pianissimo just curious about his new size? Was he investigating his caretaker? Or was he hungry…

“S-stay away!” Mei sputtered, holding up her pillow, preparing to throw it.

RIIN! RIIN!

A new, louder chiming chirp filled the room. A moment later, brilliant light shown from the direction of Pianissimo’s terrarium.

RIIN! RIIN!

A second, giant cricket appeared.

Wait… “P… Pianissimo?” Mei questioned. Had she mistaken the first giant for her pet?

RIIN! RIIN!

Pianissimo launched into the first cricket, pounding it with his legs and biting at it with his mandibles.

Mei watched with fascinated horror as the two creatures fought, wrecking havoc around her room. And yet somehow managing to avoid her. However, the cacophony of chirping caused her to cover her ears.

After what felt like an eternity, but was more likely just a minute or two, Pianissimo flipped the invader cricket onto its back and dealt a lethal blow.

RIIN! Riin!

Both crickets began to shrink.

Riin… riin…

Pianissimo, back to normal size, hopped up onto Mei’s bed.

riin… riin…

“Th… thank you?” Mei ventured as her pet perched on her knee. Hesitantly, she reached over to gently pat Pianissimo with her fingertip.

riin… riin…

Mei opened her eyes.

riin… riin…

Her room was back to normal. A dream?

riin… riin…

The barely audible chirp came from the tiny terrarium. Mei slipped out of bed and made her way over to her desk.

riin… riin…

Slowly, she opened the small flap at the top and sprinkled a few flakes of turtle feed into the container. She then watched in mild curiosity as Pianissimo moved to eat the food.

After a moment, Mei sighed. What the heck would she tell Shiki? If she gave back the cricket, Shiki would want to know the reason. But telling Shiki about a cricket themed nightmare would either disappoint her friend, or result in teasing. Or both. Probably both.

One more night. Mei finally decided as she made her way back to her bed. If she had a second bad dream due to keeping Pianissimo, she would give him back. If not, maybe she would continue to take care of the bug.

riin… riin…

At least his normal chirp was quiet.

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Author's Note Continued: There was an unsurprising number of ShikiMei fics for this entry. And this pleased me.

And I need to find time to read them...

Also, Dream was '21 and Brilliance was '22, which I changed to Brilliant for the context.

[desolateice]

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Meine Top-Einträge im Jahr 2022:

#5

Part 1 , Part 2

Dream didn't know when it had become a habit to spend the night in Hob's bedroom. When exactly sweet temptation had wrapped it's delicate fingers around him until he couldn't escape it's grasp any longer; until he slowly slipped into addiction. Because this certainly was addictive.

The first time Dream stepped into Hob's bedroom it was in his human appearance. Hob Gladling was fast asleep underneath his bed sheets, the street lamps that shimmered through the curtains the only source of light.

Dream had often watched humans sleep, curious to see the effects of his dreams while they slept.

It had always served a purpose. Always.

But not now. Dream could admit that much.

One night soon turned into a week and Dream knew it wasn't right to watch Hob sleep. He now could easily describe the way Hob's brow creased when he dreamt of something he didn't like. Or how soft Hob sighed when he dreamt of something pleasant.

Dream sat down on the bed in the 10th night, a curious hand hovering above Hob's face. It would have been so easy to give in and touch him, to caress his cheek. But he wouldn't cross that line.

Dream had wanted to leave then, to get rid of that habit that slowly turned into a problem, but when he felt Hob slipping out of the Dreaming, he shifted his shape back into a cat.

He stood half on top of Hob's chest when tired eyes found him and turned soft around the edges.

"Hey, little friend."

Hob petted him quite clumsily, sleep still deep within his bones.

"You can sleep here, Shadow." Hob's words were slurred but the gesture genuine.

Hob Gadling had bought him a blanket that was always draped over his bed. Soft wool that was warm against his body and difficult to resist.

Dream blinked at him and slowly made his way down the bed until he reached the blanket.

It smelled like him. Everything in here did.

And Dream, for the first time in weeks, allowed himself to rest.

147 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 9. November 2022

#4

seriously, I wouldn't have believed it if someone had told me I would obsess over a new ship right after watching sandman

208 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 15. August 2022

#3

Part 1 , Part 3

It hadn't been Hob's intention to keep the stray cat.

He worked too long, he always told himself. Though he could grade papers at home and even work on his lectures in the comfort of his own 4 walls.

In truth Hob didn't want to get attached to an animal he would outlive. But now...

Hob had put up flyers in the neighbourhood and even called some vet offices, but no one seemed to be searching for his feline friend. And Hob couldn't bring himself to put him into an animal shelter.

Hob sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. He was standing infront of 10 different cat trees, his cart already filled with pet supplies. He really was going to do this, huh?

He paid for everything and was glad that the cat tree he chose fit into his car just so.

The cat would get proper food now. He even bought soft blankets for his couch and bed for maximum cat-comfort.

The only thing left to choose was a name.

*

"I'm home!" It had quickly become a habit again to announce his arrival and Hob couldn't say it didn't bring him joy, especially not when his words were met with soft padding noises against his wooden floor.

Most of the time his new roommate didn't show up immediately. Hob had even spent days on which he barely saw the cat at all.

So he more than happily petted the small head and scratched his ear.

The deep green eyes already looked behind Hob, curiously inspecting the purchases from a safe distance.

"I got you something, little friend."

It didn't take long to assemble the cat tree, most of the pieces were already pre-built and Hob now stood proudly infront of it, black cat right next to him.

Hob sat next to him on the floor and big eyes soon found his own.

"Don't look at me like that", he stiffled a laugh. "I don't mind it, really! And it's all for your enrichment."

He accentuated his words by running the tip of his finger along the cat's nose. The cat which for a moment looked like he would love to argue back.

"What should I call you?", Hob wondered aloud.

"Maybe Tom?"

Hob couldn't help but laugh for real this time.

"You are right, you are right! It's too on the nose."

Other names were tried and the cat didn't seem impressed at all.

"How about Shadow? Would you like that?"

And to Hob's surprise the cat seemed to nod.

270 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 23. Oktober 2022

#2

Maybe Dream had made a mistake. A mistake that could have easily been avoided.

He rarely gave in to urges anymore. Too often they had led him down a path of chaos and disappointment. But as the saying goes: curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back.

Which was why he found himself now carried in the arms of Hob Gadling, gentle fingers stroking through his pitch-black fur.

And Dream allowed himself to give in and lean the head of his cat body into the warm palm, that was now only more encouraged to pet him.

A soft laugh left Hob's lips.

"You have really nice fur, little friend. Must have been a bit cold out here though, hmm?"

It didn't take them long to reach Hob's apartment.

The shift in temperature was instantly noticeable for Hob, who audibly sighed and leaned his head back against the door as soon as he closed it.

"Much better here, don't you think?" Hob looked at him as if he expected an answer, as humans tended to do with their pets. Dream just looked at him, head slightly tilted, and that seemed to count as a satisfying answer.

Hob gently placed Dream onto the floor and started to take his shoes and coat off.

Dream patiently waited next to him and was rewarded with a soft scratch behind his ear.

"I should have some tuna for you, just give me a second."

Hob padded into his kitchen and soon Dream could hear the sound of porcelain and cutlery clanking as Hob searched for a spoon and a small bowl.

Dream had followed Hob and jumped onto the kitchen counter.

He had no interest in eating in his current form, it always left him far too animalistic once he shifted back into his human appearance.

Hob offered him another smile as he proudly set the bowl infront of him.

"It's all for you!"

And really, how could Dream resist that smile.

He sniffed at it, the scent of pure tuna almost overwhelming...but good.

"Should I try some first?" The words barely left Hob's mouth before he took a spoonful of tuna and made a show of how he ate it and how good it tasted.

His efforts really were endearing.

Dream straightened a bit before he leaned down and took a few licks. Just a few.

Hob put a bowl of water onto the counter as well and seemed content to lean against it, while he watched Dream, who took a much needed sip.

"I didn't have a pet in a while."

And that was the first time that Dream noticed he had made a mistake. A grave one.

Part 2 , Part 3

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

My take on the Light in the Dark Academia trend that’s been going around

It was fun to put together

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#4

Dog Picrew!!

HERE!

It’s so cute!

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#3

Astronomical Academia

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#2

Bookworms, what book or series are people always surprised to find out you’ve never read?

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My #1 post of 2022

I’m curious, fellow Christian gals, are y’all dress, skirt, or pants to church people?

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[phoenixkaptain]

I love Kaito so much.

“Now that you’ve acquired the jewels, what will you do now?”

“Well, you see, since my job here is done, I’ll be going home.”

[madamevirgo]

Hey! I love all of your fics so much! If you’re taking requests for Elizabeth Olsen x Reader, I have an idea.

Basically, you could choose if they are in a relationship already or not, but reader is always stealing Lizzie’s sweatshirts and hoodies (they can be ones marvel gives her or just any) and someone asks Lizzie about it and she just adores reader and loves that she is doing it.

Absolutely no pressure to write this, and I hope you are doing well! 💙

Title: She Wears My Heart On Her Sleeve

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Words: 515

Warnings: fluff, so much cheesiness you might get sick.

A/N: Maybe I wrote this in 30 minutes instead of paying attention to my 'Women, Gender & Development' class, maybe I didn't. So here's a short one & thank you Anon for the request! I hope it's up to your standards :)

It started casually.

You would have to stay on set ‘til very late in the evening or morning and your attire wouldn’t keep you from the cold, so Lizzie being the sweetheart that she was, would try to warm you up by draping her scarf or any piece of clothing that she had on hand, over your shoulders. You were a bit scatterbrained and would neglect to give them back. Lizzie didn’t mind, of course, she didn’t.

She would never admit it, not even now that you were dating - but she liked seeing you in her clothes. Logically, she knew that you couldn’t own a person, but her possessive side would tell her that this was a way of marking her property. By the time you had gone from friends to lovers, the clothes that you’d stolen from Lizzie filled two drawers. Eventually, Lizzie got curious and a bit exasperated, so one night, while you were cuddling, she asked you why you liked to steal her clothes so much, specifically her hoodies. You got embarrassed, and hid your face in the crook of her neck, mumbling something inaudible. It took some time, but Lizzie got it out of you.

“They have your scent and make me feel safe. I like to wear them when I feel anxious or down because being in your arms always seems to push my worries away. So when I wear your hoodies and feel like the world is getting too much, I simply close my eyes and imagine that I’m in my happy place; your arms. Besides, I like having a piece of you with me at all times.” It was so cheesy. Lizzie hated cheesy.

Or so she thought.

After that divulgence, Lizzie started being extremely forgetful, leaving her hoodies, scarves, basically, anything she could get away with, all over your apartment and trailer. She’d put them on, drench them in her perfume and leave them for you to find - and wear. It wasn’t long before the public and other castmates started to notice. The latter teased you relentlessly, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You were wearing your armour and nothing could make you sad when Lizzie’s scent dominated all your senses. As for Lizzie? She was happy if you were happy, and seeing you in her clothes made her really happy.

Soon, the paparazzi started to catch on as well. It’s not like either you or Lizzie was trying to hide it, to be fair. She’d wear a sweatshirt, and a few days later you could be seen wearing the same one. Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, but three or more times? That’s a pattern. So when Lizzie sat down for an interview, and the last question was an explanation as to why you could be seen wearing her hoodies so often, she was ready and simply answered:

“She likes to wear my heart on her sleeve.”

There was no other way of putting it because to put it simply: you owned Lizzie’s heart and she wanted the world to know.