#518 Ready

[lizardsfromspace]

I'm MAGA Cicero 518, the breaker of narratives, the questioner of official stories. Today I'm questioning the big one, a story all you sheep ate up like goats. I was reading a volume on a man named Waldo, and my inquisitive mind wondered: how does he have the money to travel the world? The answer is he doesn't. He's not fucking real. Now put that in your pipe and smoke it because you sheep just accepted it like pigs. Dropping truth bombs too strong for you. Get ready, cause next week I'm investigating the Very Hungry Caterpillar

[shares-a-vest]

@flufftober Spring Edition Day 3: Spring Cleaning

wc: 518 | Rated: T for Canon-Typical swearing and language | cw: None

Tags: Spring Cleaning, Eddie Munson is a Menace, Steddie Dads, Discarded Toys, Childhood Toys

'Goodbye, Mr. Furby'

Steve opens his daughter’s double-doored closet only to be greeted by her demonic Furby. A formerly beloved and sought-after plushie that also terrorised the family with late-night chirping for far too long until he had worked out how to remove the batteries.

He shudders at the thought of the manual Eddie had managed to track down, filled with faceless Furbys being exorcised and deprogrammed. He reaches forward with giddy glee and plucks the toy from its quiet resting spot.

“We can finally get rid of this thing,” he beams, turning to Eddie who lingers at the door, “Goodbye, Mr. Furby.”

“That’s Abernathy Furby, to you,” Eddie quips, frowning.

He takes a swipe for the toy but misses when Steve swoops his arm out of reach.

Eddie stumbles back in, clutching his proverbial pearls and his eyes glisten with worry. He stands there shellshocked, utterly scandalised by the prospect of cleaning out this mess of an apartment.

Steve knew this wasn’t going to be easy. He had to gently suggest such a task throughout the winter months, exercising pain-staking patience until Eddie and Joanie would at least hear him out.

“Eddie,” Steve begins, pinching his nose with his free hand, “You promised you’d let me do some Spring Cleaning this weekend. Besides, you hate this thing as much as I do.”

He plays keep-away just to be safe, watching his partner intently as he palms around to open the designated donation box he hopes to fill today.

“Adios,” Steve grins, taking one last look into the soulless, mechanical eyes of the plush before he drops it into the dark abyss of the labelled cardboard box.

That cursed thing can be some other parent’s problem...

“What’s happening?” Joanie yells, poking her head in from the hall.

Steve freezes, his arm now midway between reaching back into her closet for another forgotten toy – this time a grey tabby cat that got chewed up by a very real cat mere moments after Nancy had gifted it back when Joanie was two.

He glances at Eddie for backup, only to be met with a raised, judgemental brow. His partner pointedly folds his arms and leans against the doorframe in defiance.

Steve can’t help but roll his eyes at himself because, yeah – of course, his family would put on a united front against him. And he was foolish to think Joanie’s homework obligations would outweigh her infinite curiosity that borders on nosiness.

“Uh…” he hums, floundering immediately as his heart races a mile a minute.

He watches as his daughter walks to the box and peers inside. She gasps and dives in head first, her haste almost tipping her into the box completely.

“Not Abernathy!” she shrieks, holding the demon spawn up as she rocks herself and the box back upright.

The toy chirps and blinks away earning a high-pitched yelp from Eddie.

“St-Steve...” he stutters, whimpering as he points a shaking hand at the sentient being.

Steve grimaces at the toy held firm in his daughter’s grasp, looking like it has risen from a cardboard grave, readying itself for the kill.

[thehusbandoden]

Dabi (26)

Key: angst -💔; fluff -🤍; comfort -❤️‍🩹; angst to fluff -🧡; crack -💜; slight angst -🩵

Fanfictions:

The Endlessly Cracking Dam 🤍❤️‍🩹💔 (requested)

The man called "Dabi" was one of the Imperial Army's best men. Everyone loved him- or did they? Fake smiles and suspicions kept Dabi on his toes, always hiding his face and past. Well, until that darned Hun knocked off his helmet. Zhu Bo, Dabi's all time tormenter, claimed that he was "cursed" and urged their captain to kick him out. But- Dabi just won that battle! Everyone loves him! They wouldn't kick him out... would they? But atlas people are cruel and heartless. Just because of Dabi's patched up face he was kicked out, leaving him and his horse; Mazu, to find there way to the one and only person Dabi could confine in; y/n l/n. | Words: 5,700+ \\ fem reader \\ posted: 11/15/2023

Drabbles/One shots

Lonesome Nights ❤️‍🩹🤍🧡

Dabi's been on a mission for months. You've missed him to the point of nights filled with sobs. Dabi comes home, and feels so guilty about your depression, and tries to make it better. | 1,128 words

The Beauty 🤍

On his way to burn down an agency, Dabi runs into a girl around his age that is exactly his type. (You ;3) | 227 words

Love 🤍💔

Dabi and you have a talk. Dabi, the love of your life is finally able to call your relationship love. | 344 words

Won't let go 💔 (angst ending)

You and Dabi get into a nasty argument filled with insults thrown, piercing one another like venomous daggers. After you leave for some fresh air, you're attacked by another villain, injuring you severely. | 1,823 words

The Twins 🤍🩵(💜)?

While escaping from some heroes, you find an abandoned set of two year old twins. Instantly falling in love, you couldn't help but take them to the hideout, where you surprise your loving husband (Dabi) with the new addition of your tiny family.

Alternative ending for "Cold" (Shigaraki x reader) 🤍🩵

You choose Dabi over Shigaraki.

A Day Off 🤍💜

Dabi Touya gets your kids ready for school so you can rest. You then proceed to have you time once you drop your 4 year old at Uncle Shoto's.

Cry Baby 💜🤍

Wanting a week off with your man, you intentionally get the sickness Dabi has been whining about for over a week now. After a few days you then realize that he's complaining about the slight headache and sore throat you've had for over two weeks. | posted: 9/22/23 | 371 words

That's a New Feeling 🧡❤️‍🩹

You and Dabi get into an argument. | 1,545 words \\ posted: 11/18/2023

Burnt 💔

You gave the love of your life too many chances already. But this time? He crossed a line.. a line that should have never been crossed. | 1,234 words \\ posted: 01/03/2024

More Than Life Itself 🤍❤️‍🩹 -Alternative Ending to Burnt

You wake up from the horrid nightmare. | words 1,099 \\ posted: 01/10/2024

Dinner and Banter 🤍

Dinner, banter, and cuddles with your favorite villain <3 | 532 words \\ female reader \\ posted: 02/05/2024

Never ❤️❤️‍🩹 (request)

Your beloved hubby comforts you when he comes home to find you overthinking <3 \\ 277 words \\ fem reader \\ posted: 02/27/24

Tomorrow

Dabi comes home exhausted and injured, leaving you to tend to his wounds. \\ 405 words \\ fem reader \\ posted: 05/31/24

Headcannons/Scenarios

MHA boys react to you torturing an Endeavor plushie 🤍💜

Simply that my friends. Enjoy the chaos.

How they react to you going to therapy for past abuse 🤍❤️‍🩹 (request)

Self explanatory<3

You flinch during an argument 💔🧡❤️‍🩹

Self explanatory<3 | 963 words

Undercover pro hero reader 🤍 (request)

Self explanatory<3 | 722 words | posted: 9/3/23

You sing "Soft Kitty" to him when he's sick 🤍❤️‍🩹 (request)

Self explanatory<3 | posted: 9/4/23

Comforting their exhausted s/o 🤍🩵 (request)

Self explanatory<3 | posted: 9/27/23

Reader with an ed *platonic* 🤍❤️‍🩹 (request)

Self explanatory<3 | 693 words \\ gn reader \\ posted: 9/28/23

Comforting Claustrophobia Reader 🤍❤️‍🩹 (request)

Self explanatory<3 | 518 words \\ posted: 11/27/23

Liking the Same Heroine as Shoto 🤍 (requested)

Self explanatory<3 | 711 words \\ posted: 12/19/2023 \\ two different endings \\ requested

Couch Surfing Reader 🤍❤️‍🩹 (requested)

Self explanatory<3 | 251 words \\ posted: 01/25/2024 \\ requested

He Doesn't Realize How Much he Needs You Until You're Gone

Self explanatory<3 | 2,424 words \\ posted: 06/06/24

And more yet to come! <3

Masterlist | Requesting Rules

Comments, Requests, and Reblogs are always appreciated<33

Last added to: 06/06/2024

Do not copy, repost, nor plagiarize my work. Ask before you translate or use my work in any way, minus reblogging.

[felinetteagain]

What do you think about Kagami and Marinette's friendship? Initially, their union was dubious and doomed to failure. Each of them pursued their own interests from this “friendship”.

Let me remind you, this started in the episode "Ikari Gozen". Kagami wanted to become friends with Marinette because she was Adrien's close friend, and thereby become closer to Adrien. In this episode, Marinette planned to lose the game so that Kagami would not receive Adrien as a prize.

Later, they really became friends, but the sincerity of this friendship continued to be questioned, since both girls loved the same guy, and no one wanted to back down. Marinette in episode 325 could not cope with her jealousy and deliberately prevented Adrian and Kagami from dating. Kagami also primarily pursued her own interests, while using psychological pressure on Marinette.

Adrigami's relationship quickly ended and Kagami retreated. I don't think she really wanted to help Adrien and Marinette be together; rather, she likes to be a victim and is sure that Adrinette will not succeed either!

When Marinette and Adrien's relationship began, Kagami tried to be there to give advice at the right time. Only her advice was not so kind and necessary: ​​

Kagami can't accept the fact that Adrien acts differently with Marinette. She cannot accept defeat because she is not used to losing. Kagami will always pursue only her own interests and is ready to sacrifice friendship for her goal every time (325)!⬇️

These words are confirmed in episode 518, where she was ready to run away with Adrian (Felix) from "the Diamonds' Dance", and in episode 524, when she betrayed her friend's secret for the sake of her interests!

To sum it up, I'm sure this friendship will not last long. There can be several reasons for breaking up a friendship. 1. Lila, namely betrayal on the part of Kagami. 2. Felix, his hidden ❤️ interest in Marinette.

[cheriematt]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑 — 𝒄. 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 wc - 518 reqs ? - nope ! a/n - this is part one in a series , i do not know how many parts will be in this series also , this is the outfit i had in mind while writing this. cw - use of " y/n " , drug mentions

( pt. 2 , )

" she's got the best weed , bro. " chris' friend was nagging him to talk to this girl for at least a week. chris could never find the time to meet up with her , so he just dealt with the constant yapping of his friend.

but today , chris attended a party that she was also at. his friend couldn't be more excited , he began to drag chris to where this mysterious girl was located.

chris dragged his friend over his face , blinking hard in lousiness. the boy was actively trying to keep his eyes open , the day had been long and all he wanted to do is let loose.

as they continue to walk , a beautiful girl sat on a leather couch comes into view. the girl is wearing a blue strapless top , a leather jacket hanging over her shoulders to keep from getting cold. she has a black mini skirt with lacy thigh-high socks.

once the girl noticed the two new men walking towards her , she stood up to greet them.

" hey ! i haven't seen you in so long , blake. " she smiles , embracing the blonde-haired boy. " you brought a friend ? " y/n turns towards chris , " hey , i'm y/n. " the boy offers her a lazy smile , not realizing she had her hand outstretched towards him. her lips flatten into a straight line , she quickly retracts her hand , feeling awkward now.

" oh shit , sorry i- " chris scratches the back of his neck , " it's fine , " her answer is short and emotionless. his brows pinch together slightly , before he tries to hide his troubled expression.

" so , i heard you sell weed ? " y/n nods , sitting down on the leather couch , the rips and tears becoming visible as she seats herself. " i don't really have money on me right now - " the girl cuts him off , " i don't do ' buy now , pay later '. " chris shakes his head , " no , that's not what i'm trying to do. i was wondering if i could get your number or something , so i could buy some off you later ? "

y/n's brows furrow slightly , not expecting that . " um , yeah , sure. " she pulls her phone out from her jacket pocket , pulling out her contact card. chris grabs his own phone , creating a new text message , getting ready to type in her number.

y/n tells him her number , chris shoots her a text and while she isn't looking he saves her in his phone as " hot dealer ".

as the night goes on , chris and y/n don't interact much. the tension in the air is thick , they can both feel it but actively try to ignore it. once chris announces he's ready to leave , y/n internally sighs of relief , feeling as though fifty pounds has been lifted from her shoulders.

though she was glad he wasn't there , so she could no longer feel immensely uncomfortable , her mind kept crawling back to the memory of his beautifully sculpted face , his light blue eyes . the way his loose clothes clung to his lean body , no matter how times she tried to distract herself , it never worked , no matter what she did.

" she's got the best weed , bro. " chris' friend was nagging him to talk to this girl for at least a week. chris could never find the time to meet up with her , so he just dealt with the constant yapping of his friend.

but today , chris attended a party that she was also at. his friend couldn't be more excited , he began to drag chris to where this mysterious girl was located.

chris dragged his friend over his face , blinking hard in lousiness. the boy was actively trying to keep his eyes open , the day had been long and all he wanted to do is let loose.

as they continue to walk , a beautiful girl sat on a leather couch comes into view. the girl is wearing a blue strapless top , a leather jacket hanging over her shoulders to keep from getting cold. she has a black mini skirt with lacy thigh-high socks.

once the girl noticed the two new men walking towards her , she stood up to greet them.

" hey ! i haven't seen you in so long , blake. " she smiles , embracing the blonde-haired boy. " you brought a friend ? " y/n turns towards chris , " hey , i'm y/n. " the boy offers her a lazy smile , not realizing she had her hand outstretched towards him. her lips flatten into a straight line , she quickly retracts her hand , feeling awkward now.

" oh shit , sorry i- " chris scratches the back of his neck , " it's fine , " her answer is short and emotionless. his brows pinch together slightly , before he tries to hide his troubled expression.

" so , i heard you sell weed ? " y/n nods , sitting down on the leather couch , the rips and tears becoming visible as she seats herself. " i don't really have money on me right now - " the girl cuts him off , " i don't do ' buy now , pay later '. " chris shakes his head , " no , that's not what i'm trying to do. i was wondering if i could get your number or something , so i could buy some off you later ? "

y/n's brows furrow slightly , not expecting that . " um , yeah , sure. " she pulls her phone out from her jacket pocket , pulling out her contact card. chris grabs his own phone , creating a new text message , getting ready to type in her number.

y/n tells him her number , chris shoots her a text and while she isn't looking he saves her in his phone as " hot dealer ".

as the night goes on , chris and y/n don't interact much. the tension in the air is thick , they can both feel it but actively try to ignore it. once chris announces he's ready to leave , y/n internally sighs of relief , feeling as though fifty pounds has been lifted from her shoulders.

though she was glad he wasn't there , so she could no longer feel immensely uncomfortable , her mind kept crawling back to the memory of his beautifully sculpted face , his light blue eyes . the way his loose clothes clung to his lean body , no matter how times she tried to distract herself , it never worked , no matter what she did.

" she's got the best weed , bro. " chris' friend was nagging him to talk to this girl for at least a week. chris could never find the time to meet up with her , so he just dealt with the constant yapping of his friend.

but today , chris attended a party that she was also at. his friend couldn't be more excited , he began to drag chris to where this mysterious girl was located.

chris dragged his friend over his face , blinking hard in lousiness. the boy was actively trying to keep his eyes open , the day had been long and all he wanted to do is let loose.

as they continue to walk , a beautiful girl sat on a leather couch comes into view. the girl is wearing a blue strapless top , a leather jacket hanging over her shoulders to keep from getting cold. she has a black mini skirt with lacy thigh-high socks.

once the girl noticed the two new men walking towards her , she stood up to greet them.

" hey ! i haven't seen you in so long , blake. " she smiles , embracing the blonde-haired boy. " you brought a friend ? " y/n turns towards chris , " hey , i'm y/n. " the boy offers her a lazy smile , not realizing she had her hand outstretched towards him. her lips flatten into a straight line , she quickly retracts her hand , feeling awkward now.

" oh shit , sorry i- " chris scratches the back of his neck , " it's fine , " her answer is short and emotionless. his brows pinch together slightly , before he tries to hide his troubled expression.

" so , i heard you sell weed ? " y/n nods , sitting down on the leather couch , the rips and tears becoming visible as she seats herself. " i don't really have money on me right now - " the girl cuts him off , " i don't do ' buy now , pay later '. " chris shakes his head , " no , that's not what i'm trying to do. i was wondering if i could get your number or something , so i could buy some off you later ? "

y/n's brows furrow slightly , not expecting that . " um , yeah , sure. " she pulls her phone out from her jacket pocket , pulling out her contact card. chris grabs his own phone , creating a new text message , getting ready to type in her number.

y/n tells him her number , chris shoots her a text and while she isn't looking he saves her in his phone as " hot dealer ".

as the night goes on , chris and y/n don't interact much. the tension in the air is thick , they can both feel it but actively try to ignore it. once chris announces he's ready to leave , y/n internally sighs of relief , feeling as though fifty pounds has been lifted from her shoulders.

though she was glad he wasn't there , so she could no longer feel immensely uncomfortable , her mind kept crawling back to the memory of his beautifully sculpted face , his light blue eyes . the way his loose clothes clung to his lean body , no matter how times she tried to distract herself , it never worked , no matter what she did.

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a/n - sorry this is short , but the other parts will definitely be longer. i haven't seen any female dealer stories so i decided to make one . hope you guys enjoyed this !! if you want to be included in my taglist , please dm me !

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taglist —

@frankdelreyy , @mattsnymphette

[footballerimaginess]

You're my champion

A fic based on the premier league winner! Hope you like it, please give me feedback on what you think! John Stones Word Count: 518 The final whistle blew at the Ethiad stadium as Manchester City picked up their 4th premier league title in a row. You heavily sighed out loud as that whole game was tense, your hands were sweaty that is how nervous you were.

Joining in all the celebrations as you sat alongside his family. You managed to grab your phone out in time and take videos of the fans running on the pitch to celebrate, even though they were told not to. "Are we allowed to go down there now?" you asked as you walked up the stairs to and you were ushered down into the tunnel. You walked down to the tunnel, it was filled up with friends and family ready to get onto the pitch. "Hi" you smiled as you hugged John as you ran towards him. "Hi champion" you whispered as you grabbed him as tightly as you could. "Ha thanks babe, where are the girls?" he asked as you pointed over his shoulder as you spotted the girls running around the pitch. "Aww they are having a great time with the other children" he smiled as you fell into his arms again. "I am so proud of you" you mumbled as you walked over to talk to some of his team mates. You were so happy that you were close with some of the girls, you had been to so many games with them it was special to be with them on this huge occasion. "y/n" Michele shouted as she grabbed you in for a cuddlde. "Ahh hello" you two squealed together in a cuddle as you felt a small hand on your leg as you pulled away from Michele as you looked down to see Michele's little girl grabbing at you, crouching down. "Hello princess, are you happy with your Daddy's medal?" you asked her as she gave you a cuddle. "Oh John, she is basically screaming to become a mum. Never seen a little girl more obsessed with someone they barely know before. She is so cute" Michele made sure to tell John as you turned around and saw John looking slightly embarrassed. "I don't think you are getting away now" they laughed as you were surrounded by children as they were now all sitting with you and wanting a piece of you. You managed to scramble away from the children and head to John as you wanted to take a photo with the trophy and his family. "Go on you and John have some first" you smiled as you had some cute photos taken. "You're my champion" you cuddled into him as you had yet another photo together. "Thank you" he mumbled as his family arrived for photos as well. "This has been such a good game, but I hear celebrations tonight?" your eyes widened as everyone walked off. "Yes some big party in one of the clubs in the centre. I knew you would be ready for it" John smirked. "Sounds perfect" you smiled as you carried on mingling before you were told that you had to leave the pitch.

[cosmojaems]

I BET YOU THINK ABOUT ME | PROLOGUE

pairing: ex!mark lee x fem reader

synopsis: when mark lee broke your heart 10 months ago, under the guise of being unable to commit to a relationship, you never thought that he would move on so quickly, or at all. better yet, you didn't expect an invitation to his engagement party to his soon-to-be-wife. so much for being unable to commit.

word count: 518

warnings: angst, swearing

author's note: so here's the prologue, kind of short but I didn't want to go overboard. I'm still getting back into writing, as it's been a while, so sorry about that one. Part 1 should be out in a few days, but for now, enjoy.

10 months ago

"I can't do this anymore." He softly said, voice barely cutting through the thick air that hung around the two of you. You weren't sure if you were even meant to hear what he said, but you heard it. You heard it perfectly clear, and it pierced your heart, causing you to hold your breath for a second.

This constant back and forth between the both of you had been going on for a week now. Mark had grown distant, to say the least. Ignoring your phone calls, responding to messages with a simple "K", or even better, just leaving you on read. It was well and truly pissing you off, so it was no wonder that you had cornered him the moment he finally step foot in your shared apartment. He had been avoiding coming back, choosing to stay at Donghyuck's on his pull out couch, but now he was here and you wanted answers.

"I'm sorry, what?" He could tell from your tone of voice that you were annoyed, and he was ready to just rip the bandaid off now, to just get this done and over with and never see you again. "What the fuck does that mean?"

"It means exactly what it means: I can't do this anymore. I can't keep stringing you along like this, when I'm not ready for a commitment like this. I'm not ready for a serious relationship like this, or any future commitments. I'm sorry, I truly am." He said, avoiding your gaze. He couldn't look at you and watch your heart break, although he thought he might've heard it break with how quiet the room was.

"3 years. 3 fucking years and you decide to tell me now that you're not ready for a commitment like this? You can't date someone for 3 years and decide you aren't ready for a relationship, because you should've thought about that before." Your words came out laced with venom, and you were fuming at this rate. How dare he pull this shit on you after dating you for 3 years. You wanted to call bullshit so bad, but maybe this explained his distancing.

You watched as he stood up from his seat on the couch, only briefly looking up to meet your eye before pushing past you and making a beeline to the door. He was really doing this, and you didn't know how to stop him.

"I don't know what else to tell you, besides from I'm sorry. Take care, I'll be over sometime during the week to grab the rest of my stuff." He mumbled, as he grasped the door handle and slowly opened the door. It was like everything was moving in slow motion, but you couldn't move. As you watched him step out of the apartment and the front door slowly close, shutting him out of your life and literally closing the door on your relationship, you spoke up.

"One day, you'll regret this and I bet you'll think about me and how happy you could've been, but by then it'll be too late."

[theravenmuse]

Tagged by @kotias

How many works do you have in AO3? 55! A few of which are art or meta, but the majority are fics.

What’s your total AO3 word count? 329,403 words.

What fandoms do you write for? Almost exclusively Good Omens.

Top five fics by Kudos:

1. I Could Be Yours (E) - 614 Kudos

The version of Good Omens where Aziraphale and Crowley are a pair of horny immortals who enjoy engaging in very long, very elaborate, VERY INTENSE role plays.

This fic is currently part of a hostage situation and will not be updated unless/until that is resolved. I do have a handful of chapters written and ready to go though.

2. I’ll Cum Quietly (E) - 613 Kudos (for a one chapter fic? We were all a little horny after that ending, I suppose. 😆)

Aziraphale has a REACTION to Crowley saying that line. Spoiler alert: Crowley does not come quietly. XD

3. The Nightingales Were Just Sleeping In (T) - 518 Kudos

The one where Crowley falls to the bookshop floor, a sobbing mess, and these two idiots finally figure out they’re just on opposite sides of the same page.

4. Oh, Simple Thing, Where Have You Gone (M/E I keep changing my mind) - 490 Kudos

Let’s make it worse! And then eventually fix it, I promise.

Immediately post season 2, we’re going to find out just how sinister the Metatron’s plan is.

Still a WIP. I’m coming back to this one as soon as I catch up on my event things.

5. Show Me You Love Me? (E) - 406 Kudos

After dealing with a few unruly demons, Aziraphale has been crowned the local demon expert. This mostly means informing the local priests that they have in fact trapped yet another normal human and setting the poor fellows loose. That is until today.

Alternatively: Crowley gets caught by some enthusiastic humans and was likely well on his way to discorporation before Aziraphale steps in. Aziraphale tenderly cares for Crowley, and then there are love confessions, and then Aziraphale takes care of Crowley in a different way.

Do you respond to comments? When I have the spoons I respond to every comment, even the basic “I loved this” ones. But spoons have been in short supply lately so I’ve only been responding to comments that I have meaningful responses to.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oh my. Isn’t that a question. And surprisingly, it does have a definitive answer. This was only the fifth fic I ever published. It’s the first dark fic I ever wrote. It altered the way I think about using horror elements in storytelling. It has very few hits and kudos. It remains to this day one of my favourite works, despite the fact that I’ve grown so much in my prose and story structuring since then.

It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year (E) Mind the tags. I did not do in depth CWs the way I do them now. All of the warnings are in the tags only.

A Christmas horror story in which Crowley accidentally releases the demon of Yule, Krampus. Intense horror elements throughout, especially at the end. There is no bright side at the end of this. There is no safety. There is no peace.

What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? This one is actually harder. I know I’m more known for dark fic, but I’ve written more than one piece where they’re just completely happy at the end. Nothing could be better. Because of that, I’m going to go with the one with the happy ending that means the most to me. That would be this one:

There were Angels Dining at the Ritz (G)

Seasons 1, 2, and 3 (I hope) from the perspective of a waitress at the Ritz.

Do you get hate on fics? Not really. I’ve gotten two hate comments over 30+ dark and/or intense kink fics. One of those accounts is perma-banned, the other got off with a warning. Try it, I dare you.

Do you write smut? Yes indeed. The kinkier the better. You didn’t ask, but this is my favourite soft smut:

Just Another Day in the Rest of Their Lives (E)

It's a soft sort of spice, being woken by your lover's kisses in the cottage you share in the South Downs. How long can they linger here, letting eternity pass them by?

And this is my favourite kink:

Submission (E)

Crowley is in one of his "bratty bottom" moods and needs some help calming down.

And finally, my favourite dark smut fics:

Belle Mort (E) - lovingly nicknamed “Necro”

Heaven is on to the Arrangement. Fortunately, Aziraphale has a plan to throw them off the scent. Surely hereditary enemies couldn't be fraternizing if one of them discorporates the other? Crowley would never agree to such a plan, of course, but they can talk about it after.

No Escape For the Wicked (E) - lovingly nicknamed “eggs”

Crowley has been Lucifer's brood bitch from the dawn of the Earth, a duty he can't escape after his treachery. When he is forced to return to the depths of Hell for his task following his betrayal, he finds a vengefully jealous master.

Craziest Crossover? I don’t know about craziest, but this Good Omens X The Sandman is quite a bit of kinky fun.

Desire (E)

Crowley has spent the last several thousand years keeping Desire at bay. He's had to. But after a certain night in 1941, when Crowley's defenses are shot and Desire comes in the shape of his angel, the demon at last gives in to a temptation of his own making.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I’m aware of. I do occasionally scour for stolen works through general Google search, but that isn’t a guarantee.

Have you ever had a fic translated? The first chapter of I Could Be Yours has a Russian translation. I’m unsure if the translator intends to do more. The lovely @nosferatini has also made a podfic of Platypi and Other Insignificant Topics of Discussion.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not that has been published yet. I have written fics based on other works and have had a few write fics based on mine. There’s a lovely comic up on Gleafer’s Patreon based on one of my own Patreon Exclusive fics. The Great Flood (available now to free and paid members on my Patreon).

All time favourite ship? Aziraphale/Crowley. Honorable mention to the crack ship I’ll go down with: The Bookshop/The Bentley.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Still unnamed. Serial art thief Anthony Crowley/FBI agent Ezra Fell. Slow burn. And I mean slooooow burn. Currently sitting at 150k words. It will be well over 400k when completed, I think.

What are your writing strengths? Intense emotion. Intense psychological elements. Putting just the right amount of feeling into a whump fic that the pain hits that much harder.

What are your writing weaknesses? I’m still a fairly young writer. I’ve only been publishing fic for four years. I’ve only really been writing for about fifteen. Because of that, I’m still evolving very rapidly. I see it the most in my prose. I’m still learning how grammar works among other things.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language? It’s fine. It can help with the story immersion. I don’t speak any other language well enough to use more than the occasional short phrase. I do have an upcoming Rennaisance Era Pirate/Witch Crowley who says quite a few Irish Gaelic expletives.

First fandom you wrote in? Warrior cats. Never published but I do still have it somewhere around here. Written in pencil so it’s fading fast. 😆

Favourite fic you’ve ever written? YOU WOULD HAVE ME CHOOSE BETWEEN MY CHILDREN?!

Okay, I really did try. I scrolled through several times but I can’t choose. So instead, have the crack fic that I nearly got a heart attack over when someone sent an ask about it to Neil Gaiman’s inbox. 😳

Hey Sexy, Wanna Oil My Exhaust Pipe? (E)

The Bentley doesn't appreciate being left out in the cold while her demon gets it on with his angel. Fortunately, the bookshop is all too willing to engage in some fun times of their own.

Tagging: @nosferatini @theonewiththeshippinggoogles @naromoreau @startledplatypus @depressedpenguin2

[chiaraanatra]

You’ve Lost That Lovin’ Feelin’ | Epilogue

Summary: You, Goose, and Bradley spend a well deserved movie day.

Warnings: All the fluff, being Bradley's mom, kissing, and a little grab ass.

Word Count: 518

A/N: I hope you all enjoyed this series as much as I enjoyed writing it!

《 part 1 || part 2 || part 3 || part 4 》 《 m.list || ao3 》

You stood over the stove ladling batter onto the hot griddle. Nick came up behind you, grabbing your ass and pulling you closer. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he whispered as he leaned down to press a few gentle kisses onto your neck. “I hate it when it does that…” You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips as you turned to face your husband.

“Momma… Daddy…”

You both turned to the soft voice that came from the hall. Bradley stood peeking through the doorway, his airplane blanket in one hand and a model F14 in the other, attempting to rub the sleep from his eyes even though both hands were occupied.

You turned to each other once more and smiled before running over to him. Goose picked the boy up into his arms and you ruffled his hair. “Good morning, love bug.” You kissed his cheeks, “guess who made pancakes for breakfast?” The boy sprang to life at the word ‘pancakes,’ similar to how his father reacted to the word ‘coffee.’ You couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle before stepping away to grab plates and silverware.

As the three of you wrapped up breakfast you leaned over the table to look at Bradley. “So, lovebug. What should we do with our family day? Go to the beach, the zoo…”

Grabbed the plates from the table before taking them to the sink, “Stay home, cuddle in a pile on the couch, watch some movies…” You let out a small laugh and rolled your eyes at the not-so-subtle suggestion.

Bradley’s eyes lit up at the suggestion, “movie day!”

“All right, movie day it is!” you said with a smile. “How’s about you and I run to the video store and pick something good while daddy washes the dishes.”

“Okay!” Bradley practically ran to his bedroom to drop off his blanket and airplane.

You walked over to your husband and kissed his cheek. “Any requests?”

“Ooh, what’s that new movie that just came out with Schwarzenegger… Kindergarten Cop! That looked kid friendly but also seems a bit actiony!”

“I’m good with anything that’s reruns of the Banana Splits or H.R. Pufnstuf.”

“Oh, common those were great shows!” You rolled your eyes and kissed your husband once more.

“Ready!” Bradley called out from the hallway. You both walked over to be greeted by the small boy wearing his sweatshirt backward. You let out a soft giggle before crouching down to fix the boy’s sweatshirt and pulling him into a warm embrace.

“Ready to pick out some movies kiddo?”

“Yeah!”

The two of you returned half an hour later with 5 movies, microwave popcorn, and a bunch of different candies and sweets to snack on. The three of you spent the rest of the day cuddled on the couch watching movies, eating popcorn, and reveling in the love that you had for one another.

As you lay on the couch with Bradley asleep on your lap you leaned into Nick’s embrace. “I love you, Nicky.”

He pressed a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you too, Honeybee.”

Tags: @luckyladycreator2 @saturnsbabe69 @belleroguewolf @goosegirl98 @desert-fern @bellamy1998

While this series may be over, I am in the works on some Hangman fics!

As always, feedback, likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑏𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑔𝑒𝑑? 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 💜

[gogandmagog]

Fairly hyperventilating this fine Sunday afternoon. The L.M. Montgomery Institute continues to bring my soul unfettered joy awareness to access to ‘additive’ books about Maud’s work, and I’m ‘thrilling all over’ to get my hands on this one:

ORIGINAL manuscript, you say? The one that was an untrimmed 518 pages long???? And so I checked the description:

“Rilla of Ingleside, L.M. Montgomery’s 1921 novel about the Canadian home-front during World War I, is both moving and at times very funny. Montgomery’s original handwritten manuscript of 518 pages, along with 71 pages of notes, survives today, housed at the University of Guelph. The manuscript has been painstakingly rendered in a readable format by Kate Waterston, and is available here, with an introduction by Montgomery expert Elizabeth Waterston. This edition enables us to witness the process of Montgomery’s literary refinement as she edited her own work.” READYING RILLA

I wonder if the University of Guelph will let you just touch something (anything!) of Mauds, if you ask nicely enough!

Additionally, Elizabeth H. Waterson is a sweet little angel of a Scholar, with as much love in her her heart for Maud and Mauds work as one can possibly fit in, and she recently celebrated her 101st birthday!

In case anyone else is interested, you may write to her at:

Elizabeth H. Waterston

9436 Trinity Circle

Bradenton, FL 34210

She apparently LOVES to hear from Maud fans, and I’m leaving my house in like ten minutes to go find some extra cute stationary to write her some essentially neurotic fan-mail that’ll probably leave her questioning a public address.

[jjsmaybank20]

I have a request for leighton Murray!

Just a little one like leighton is getting dressed to go to class and reader is just sitting there admiring her! Just going through all the reasons why they love her so much and how perfect she is!

Thank you

Good Morning

Leighton Murray x fem!reader

Summary: You love watching Leighton get ready in the morning, and you love flustering her while you do it.

Warnings: pure fluff

Word Count: 518

A/N: Enjoy! Hope this was what you were looking for.

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No matter how fun nights with your girlfriend were, you loved the morning after so much more. Just watching Leighton get ready for her day, not a worry on her mind just yet. You liked to sit against the headboard and go over all of the reasons why you loved her and what made you love her more every day in your head.

First, you loved the way she blushed and shied away from you whenever she caught you staring. It was adorable, and so out of her usual ‘bitchy’ facade. That leads into the second reason, the fact that she was comfortable enough around you that she was able to let her walls down. She didn’t have to pretend to be someone else, and she had finally realized it.

Third, she secretly cared a lot. She might be a little out of touch at times, but she has learned to start making up for it. As you continue to stare at Leighton, she finally notices your gaze and blushes. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

You smile dopily and shake your head, continuing to lovingly stare at her. She tries to get ready under your watch, but she just can’t stay focused. She finally snaps and whips around to glare at you. “You can’t just keep watching me like that. I can’t get ready.” You laugh at her outburst, making her pout even more. You slowly get up and walk towards her, wrapping your arms around her waist and engulfing her in a hug.

“Why? Do I make you nervous, baby?” Leighton flushes at your pet name, and you chuckle as you press featherlight kisses on her neck. She shakes her head, melting into your arms. She turns her head around to face you, pressing her lips to yours.

When you try to deepen it, she pulls away, tutting. “No, no, no. No more distractions. I have to go get ready for class. We can do all that stuff later, but for now, go sit out in the living room.” You groan but listen to her, knowing that she is actually serious.

You settle in on the couch, knowing that you will probably just chill there unless one of her roommates kicks you out or one of your roommates needs you back at your dorm. Leighton comes out of her room and catches sight of you splayed out on the sofa, and she can’t help the little giggle that she lets out.

“Are you comfortable, babe?” You nod your head, and Leighton comes over to give you a goodbye kiss. She then asks, “What are you going to do while I’m out?” You shrug your shoulders, lying back on the couch, and reply, “Wait for you to get back.”

The blush returns to Leighton’s face, and she can’t help but melt at the softness in your voice. She opens the door and waves goodbye over her shoulder, making you smile as you close your eyes. You loved your girlfriend, there was no denying it. You were so glad that she loved you just as much.

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[lizardperson]

six damn clocks

fandom: original work rating: t wc: 518 prompt: #fff264 counting clocks for @flashfictionfridayofficial

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Six clocks. While walking from her room to the kitchen, Mika had passed six clocks. The funny little novelty alien alarm clock on her desk that flashed and made UFO noises when it went off. The boring-ass wall clock without numbers in the hallway that looked like it was straight from some middle-aged people furniture catalog. The one she had been meaning to sneakily replace with something cooler since she moved in here. The old art deco clock in the living room shelf that Gabriel loved so much, and rewound meticulously every Sunday. The digital oven clock with the extremely annoying beeping sound. Her trusty laptop with all the silly stickers, which she had used to watch some random video while eating. And her phone with the scratched display and rainbow-colored case on the counter next to her. Six clocks. Six damn clocks, all showing the precise time of day. Six clocks telling her that if she wanted to be on time, she had exactly ten minutes to finish her snack, and another ten minutes to get dressed and ready. Now the big question was, why was it almost twenty minutes after she was supposed to leave already? Because she had somehow spaced out again and got distracted by the internet, just like she always did. "For fuck's sake," Mika grumbled and slammed the laptop shut. Traitorous thing. Yes, she could have just set an alarm, on one of the many clocks around here, but she was convinced it wouldn't be too hard to stay focused for ten fucking minutes. Call that hubris. Maybe one day she would learn - but probably not. Gabriel would be so annoyed. He had texted her earlier - twice, in fact - to remind her of this work-dinner-thing, and she had promised to be on time for once. Well, that wasn't going to happen now. Why had this damn law firm so many social get-togethers anyway, and why had she even agreed to come along... Right, because Gabriel had asked her right after sex, which usually made her say Yes to almost anything. He knew her too well. In record speed she managed to get ready, leave the house just in time for the next bus, and arrived at the restaurant exactly twenty-eight minutes later than originally intended. In her book that almost counted as punctual. Gabriel smiled when he saw her, surprisingly un-annoyed, and pressed a kiss on her forehead. "Hey. Sorry I'm late, I kinda spaced out," Mika apologized, still a little out of breath from rushing here. "Don't worry, everyone's just turning up." "What? But I thought-" "I gave you an earlier time." She looked at him, flabbergasted and slightly offended. "Seriously?" "It worked, didn't it?" "What if I would have been on time?" "Figured that's pretty unlikely." Mika wanted to complain about that assumption - of course he was right, but did he have to say it like that? - when Gabriel pulled her closer and smiled at her. "I'm glad you're here." She lightly punched his arm and chuckled. "Asshole." He really did know her too well.

[mothgodofchaos]

Jewel

Just pure cuteness. Not gonna lie.

Heist!Mark (Indigo) x GN!Reader, TW: none Words: 518

“Indi, I’m not letting you steal things while we’re on a date.”

“Oh you’re no fun.”

He happily holds the door open for you to the jewelry store. You spin around, grabbing his hand as the clerk greets the two of you. He handles the conversation as you’re off in your head, admiring the suit that he decided to wear for this outing. He rarely wears things this fancy, so you decided to match him. Honestly it looks like the two of you are ready to go to someone’s wedding.

“What kind of jewelry were you hoping for, babe?”

Indigo pulls you out of your thoughts, making you laugh when you realize he probably caught you staring.

“Probably something on the simple side, maybe a necklace or a ring? I feel like a bracelet would get in the way at work.”

He raises an eyebrow, before it clicks for him. Yeah, probably don’t want a charm bracelet or something like that setting off motion sensors.

“I hadn’t even thought of that. Simpler it is.”

The jeweler shows off many pieces, and you can see Indigo’s fingers twitch at a particular pair of rings. You gently elbow him, reminding him that you’re trying to purchase these legally. He sighs, but points them out to the clerk. The tray is placed down on the glass case, and you’re able to see what he picked out a lot closer.

One of the bands is cast to look like a link of chain, with small diamonds at each of the conjunctions of the links. The second one is a similar design as a plain band with chain detailing on either side, with the diamonds set into the simple band. You can’t help but chuckle, of course he’d go for the ones that are a bit edgier looking. The two of you try them on, holding them up to each other. He takes this as an opportunity to hold your hand, smiling bright.

“I like mine, if you like yours?”

“It’s exactly what I was wanting.”

You return the rings to the clerk, and they begin to package them up in a pair of ring boxes and hand the bag to Indigo. He walks ahead of you to open the door again, mimicking your earlier spin to take your hand as you go back to the car. You can tell he’s nervous, fiddling with the bag handles as you take the short walk. He helps you into the passenger side, walking around to the driver’s side. Indigo avoids your eyes, looking into the bag.

“Indi? You okay?”

He looks at you, letting out a big sigh as he pulls one of the boxes out, popping it open to face you.

“Will you be my forever partner? In crime and in life?”

You gasp, beaming at him.

“Yes!!”

He blushes as you lean over the center console to kiss him. You hold out your finger as he slides it on, placing his on his own finger. He looks relieved, the happiest you’ve ever seen him.

“So… you think Thief could be our ring bearer?”

[gingerjunhan]

night of fireworks - prologue

☆彡 this series was absolutely inspired by watching season 3 of Bridgerton

synopsis: When you finally reach the age that you must find a spouse, you hoped to find a love-match on your own terms. However, when the king throws a ball to help you find "the one," you fear your hopes of finding love will become a thing of the past.

word count: 518 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, royalty au | cws: none, this is literally just a lore setup

Whenever you had to describe your life, you always described it as, “both a blessing and a curse.”

The blessing was quite obvious; the lavish clothes, the five-star dinners, the endless stories you would hear about the neighboring kingdoms as well as the people in your own- your life was not hard. The royal life was hardly one you heard people complain about. However, your well-rounded lifestyle did not necessarily mean that everything always went your way.

You were young, but according to your kingdoms’ customs, it was time for you to find a spouse. You had begged and pleaded with your father, the king, to put your marriage off. You told him that you still had more to learn as a ruler, but you knew deep down that that was not the case.

You knew deep down that you wanted to meet the love of your life on your terms. You wanted to have a connection with them- not pick the lesser of all the evils your father lines up for you. While this was still a step down from an arranged marriage, you couldn’t help but believe that this was your worst nightmare.

“Father, please,” you begged, chasing him down the hallway in your ballroom attire. Your words came out quickly, as if you couldn’t speak them fast enough. “We can cancel this event right now and send apology gifts to all of our guests. What do you think? Bottles of our finest wines and some homemade sweets? Yes, I think that should suffice, I will go make the arrangements no-”

“That is enough,” your father protested, turning on his heel to give you a stern look. “Your suitors have already arrived, and I have been given word by our guards that our guests have already begun to fill in and take to the floor.” While his dark tone was nothing new to you, you couldn’t help but take notice of the way he towered over you. It was no wonder he was so well respected throughout your kingdom. You stayed silent as he continued to speak. “Now, I do not know what your issue with this evening truly is, but whatever you are plotting must stop immediately. Do you understand me?”

You bow your head slightly. “Yes, father.”

He huffs out a sigh, straightening his posture, “very well.” He turns on his heel again, making his way down the hall once more, leading the two of you to the grand staircase that leads you down into the heart of the ball; officially presenting you to the crowd and beginning an evening of your own personal hell. A nearby servant makes some last-minute adjustments to your already near-perfect outfits.

“Are you ready?” Your father asks as the servant pulls a small fuzz off his jacket. His tone was still stern, but this time it was much softer than before.

You can’t help the lump you feel in your throat. “I suppose,” you respond quietly.

“Good,” he says while still looking straight ahead, making your way to the top of the stairs. “Then let the evening commence.”

chapter one

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[klainepolls]

Battle of the Klaine Kisses - Round 1, Match 1

Full bracket / All polls

[lover-of-mine]

After making all the sets showcasing the parallels between BuckTommy and all of Buck’s past failed relationships - what do you think that foreshadows about how BuckTommy will break up? So you think it will follow a pattern similar to one or more of his past breakups? Do you think it will have Buck realizing that he’s not off the hamster wheel just because he’s learned that he also likes men? How do you see that playing out?

Okay, here's the thing, Tommy parallels everyone. Including Ana and Kim and I'm sure that if I push the definitions of what a parallel is I could maybe find something with Marisol too, so it makes it harder to predict something. But focusing on Buck's relationships and how those go, Buck has two off-screen breakups. That creates some wiggle room in the pattern because we only have a throwaway line about the relationship ending. But as someone pointed out, I can't find the post right now, Buck's relationships end with what started it. If you simplify it enough the one with Abby starts and ends because Abby needs something to feel better, but Buck was Abby's love interest, not the other way around, so she bends the rules a bit. Ali and Buck meet because of the job and during their first date Buck even asks if she didn't just ask him out because of it and it ends because she can't handle it. Taylor wanted to get ahead on her job so much so that their first argument is brought up when they break up, because she did it once again. And Natalia started and ended because of Buck's death. There's also the way that both breakups we see come from Buck. If we consider the letter to Abby a breakup. But points in common between Buck's journey into letting go of Abby and breaking up with Taylor include: Buck talking to someone external in avoidance, talking to Bobby about how bad things are going in 204 vs talking to Eddie about how bad things are going in 518, Buck talking to someone external who will trigger the acceptance, talking to Carla in 207 vs talking to Maddie in 518, Buck also spends a length of time avoiding the actual problem until the thread snaps. His problems with Taylor didn't start at the story about Jonah, it was just the last drop, and his problems with Abby were more than her refusal to talk to him. A lot of people are oversimplifying what gets bt together to Eddie, and while, yes, it is, Buck doesn't know that. With Ali, Taylor, and Natalia, even Abby, that key problem is something he knows. He asks Ali if it's about the job. He gets into an argument with Taylor about her attitude, with Natalia, he even tells Eddie she just wanted to ask more about his death. And the whole thing about Buck and his relationship with Abby was Buck learning to provide her with something. So I'm gonna on a limb here and say it will be about Bobby somehow. They meet because they need to save bathena, the talk before the kiss also involves Tommy talking about being jealous of Buck's spot in the family the 118 created after he left, which was brought up again during the dinner in 710. Gerrard being back is the perfect opening for cracks to start happening in their relationship and given how unbending and dry Tommy has been so far, them clashing because Tommy's approach to Gerrard was complacency and Buck doesn't know how to stand down when the people he loves are hurt, so would fit the breakup pattern. Especially because Tommy actually was there to excuse Buck from hurting someone while Buck was fully ready to take the responsibility, he just wasn't sure how to do it yet. I am also expecting s5 parallels, and my main spec right now is an opening disaster that mirrors the blackout aka forces the team to move into one place for a longer time, so I'm kinda expecting some sort of conversation with Eddie that will mirror the panic attacks one where he's in denial and a conversation with Chim or Hen that snaps him out of it and leads to the breakup. Also, the whole thing with the hamster wheel is that Buck doesn't know he's in one. And dating the same gender will come with its own set of issues that Buck won't see because it's outside what he's used to. So, maybe, someone can call Buck out on how he's repeating his patterns, maybe a callback to the truck conversation in 509 with Bobby telling him "you're still not talking to the people you date, kid" or something along those lines and push him into action. I also think that the show having Buck say with all the letters that he sees Bobby as a his father will probably have repercussions.

But, yeah, tldr is my current theory is that the 118 will cause the breakup.

There's always the possibility of it ending offscreen too. It could go anyway.