#AHH it's the first chapter

[sunlaire]

The GoT au: Lord Crozier having james try on the new set of armor he bought for him. James is standing there while Crozier rounds him, adjusting the cape, asking if everything fits comfortably. And james, hopelessly in love and trying not to show it, can only manage a "yes sir thank you sir".

Also including @clandestinegardenias commentary because it made me Light Headed

[guesst]

sometimes i think about sullivan and how his n iruma’s relationship progresses and what made him choose iruma. i mean it was probably something to do with delkira that made him pick iruma up but i also think about that comment he makes early on in the series, that the others in the 3 greats have grandkids and he doesnt and how hed love to have a grandkid. and how he sends iruma to babyls partly because thats what a proper caretaker is meant to do. and how at the beginning maybe hes playacting and thinking yes this is the boy i have brought over for unspecified reasons, My Grandson, and i am the Grandfather (yay!) but its only later on that The Grandson becomes Iruma Suzuki first and then Sullivan’s Grandson second. and then i get happy about it

[disposal-blueeee]

no bg ver because i once AGAIN added too many details and thet got lost with everything else

[multifandomhoodies]

published my fic. now what lol.

[amrass]

Scotch, Cream and Rum part one of three is up on AO3!

Key words: Dutch/Micah/Arthur, precanon PWP threesome.

A/N: May this filth warm you on a cold evening.

[channnel]

I was searching some creepypasta fics on quotev, when I suddenly remembered some fanfics I read before about a reader getting turned into a proxy but with some other characters too. I tried to find it but I couldn't- and I was so confused then I remembered their other fanfic about homicidal liu becoming a patient to the reader and i vividly remembered that cause the reader died! so I tried to search for it and it work... but the link isnt there anymore- and I'm sad.

[minterim]

damn! monster by naoki urasawa is good as fuck !!

[wraithsoutlaws]

Hi omg I went through your Dagger/Dum Dum tags and absolutely lost my marbles- they are literally so good I’m so in love with them now.

Do you write on ao3? If not pls do ur literally so good-

And like idk if you’re okay with people asking things like this but like do you have any fun facts/head cannons you’ve made up about them that you haven’t shared??

aHHH thank you so much omg this made me so happy!!! i'm really glad you like them, it means a lot to me 🥺 i do have an ao3 but i haven't posted any cp77 fics on there (i get a little nervous sometimes because they're so oc-heavy and i don't want to get yelled at. also my writing has been few and far between lately unfortunately). and i'm always happy to talk about them (or any of my ocs) ! i have quite a lot that i haven't shared tbh here are a couple little things that came to mind:

Dum Dum deals with chronic pain from all his cybernetics and back alley surgeries, so he keeps his pain editor set up so high that he almost can’t feel touch. He’s gotten used to being literally numb but he starts to lower it after he meets Dagger because he wants to feel him.

One of the many reasons Dagger hates Royce is because Dum Dum has such a strong loyalty to him and Royce just treats him like a dog. He suspects they’ve had flings (they haven’t in my lore) but he’s annoyingly jealous anyway, though he doesn’t quite realize it right away. (Dagger is blind to his own emotions).

Dagger eventually finds the old recorded footage of Dum Dum’s Maelstrom initiation: getting his optics installed. Even though Dagger has seen and done worse things to other people, he finds he has a very hard time watching the surgery (which is performed without any anesthesia). It’s the first time he starts to realize he might be having Feelings(TM). He never finishes watching the whole thing, and later destroys the footage.

Speaking of which, Dum Dum also suffers from momentary memory lapses from ~all of that.~ They get worse with age, and as they get older, Dagger helps him with little memory exercises, hoping they’ll make a difference in the long run. In that same vein, Dum Dum always makes sure that Dagger takes his meds (hes on mood stabilizers) because he knows that Dagger often won’t think about it. He keeps an alarm set in case he forgets to remind him.

One of Dagger’s favorite things to do when they’re together is mess with Dum Dum’s open wires and machinery. It almost always ends in electric shock, and they both like it (they’re freaks).

As much as they love each other, their fights can get nasty. Dum Dum is pretty good at keeping his calm but sometimes Dagger intentionally pushes him and he’ll fight back just as hard. This usually ends in a fist fight and a shared cigarette.

Dagger eventually has a hard time at night without the light of Dum Dum’s optics so he starts to leave the lights of his lenses on even when he’s sleeping.

Dum Dum lets Dagger give him a “tattoo” to match Dagger’s FVCK tattoo on his arm. It says ZHIT.

[butmakeitgayblog]

All this coa talk is making me emotional. This was your first baby if I’m not mistaken?

It's making me emotional too 🥹 we don't talk about them much anymore. Which is ok I mean it's been a long time. But yeah, they were my first babies. My first little dork ass losers who will always hold such a special place in my heart 🥰

And you can tell that by just how meeeesssyyy that first fic is 😅 I'll never hate it, could never, but at some point I really do need to go back and clean it up. I had no idea what I was doing at all then and it shows a lot but gah, I loved them so much and it was such a fun story to write and so exciting when people actually liked it. And lemma tell ya, I had no idea anyone would really care about it all, much less still ask about them all these years later. It's still surreal and just... yeah. Emotional.

[clown-paws]

> and what if i posted my old ass undertale and deltarune fanart from like 2 years ago. what then, huh ????

[spotlightstudios]

Was anyone going to remind me that Lucio is the absolute biggest dork, or did I have to replay his route to figure it out again?

[ironkissedmage]

Ohhh no I am getting the urge to draw again

[collectivecloseness]

I have been writing the Eddie Munson Warm Bodies au!

The first chapter may be slightly longer, but that’s because I want to have Eddie and reader at least meet in the first, and there’s a lot of world building that has to come before that. Idk, we’ll see how it goes! I’m currently 4k in of the very first draft, so it’s definitely being written haha

I’m really excited actually, to show and talk about some of the decisions I’ve made! There’s a couple of things I’m excited to discuss, even though they may be like smaller details haha ☺️

[1833outboy]

Hi! I just want to tell you that I loove your fic "Sunshine Riptide". I love everything about it; the summer feeling, the characterization of Pete and Patrick, the background Gabilliam, Patrick literally calling Arma garbage, THE BINGO HAT, Pete being a lifeguard, Patrick owning a record store, Patrick's shitty ex boyfriend that acts like a mexican soap-opera villain, the underwater stuff, everything

I love it, seriously <3 thanks for writing this fic

thank you for saying so!! <3 honestly, i love that fic too. it's probably my fave one shot i've ever done and it was so so much fun to write.

[acourtofquestions]

No. No, it couldn't have been a dream The escape, Rowan, the ship to Terrasen—

A dream. An illusion. Her escape from him, from Maeve, had been another illusion.

Had she said it? Had she said where the Keys were hidden?

Then a cool, cultured voice purred, "All that training, and this is what becomes of you?" Not real. Arobynn, standing on the other side of the altar, was not real.

"Even Sam held out better than this."

Fenrys snarled.

You could get out of these chains, if you really wanted," Arobynn said, frowning with distaste. "If you really tried."

No, she couldn't, and everything had been a dream, a lie.

"You let yourself remain captive. Because the moment you are free..." Arobynn chuckled. "Then you must offer yourself up, a lamb to slaughter."

Only hearing the King of the Assassins, unseen and unnoted beside her.

"Deep down, you're hoping you'll be here long enough that the young King of Adarlan will pay the price. Deep down, you know you're hiding here, waiting for him to clear the path." Arobynn leaned against the side of the altar, cleaning his nails with a dagger. "Deep down, you know it's not really fair, that those gods picked you. That Elena picked you instead of him. She bought you time to live, yes, but you were still chosen to pay the price. Her price And the gods'?"

Arobynn ran a long-fingered hand down the side of her face. "Do you see what I tried to spare you from all these years? What you might have avoided had you remained Celaena, remained with me?" He smiled. "Do you see, Aelin?"

She could not answer. Had no voice. Cairn hit bone, and—

Aelin lunged upward, hands grasping for her thigh. No chains weighed her. No mask smothered her. No dagger had been twisted into her body. Breathing hard, the scent of musty sheets clinging to her nose, the sounds of her screaming replaced by the drowsy chirping of birds, Aelin scrubbed at her face.

The prince who'd fallen asleep beside her was already running a hand down her back in silent, soothing strokes.

A dream. Just a dream.

She twisted, setting her feet to the threadbare carpet on the uneven wood floor.

"Dawn isn't for another hour," Rowan said.

Yet Aelin reached for her shirt. "I'll get warmed up, then." Maybe run, as she had not been able to do in weeks and weeks.

Rowan sat up, missing nothing. "Training can wait, Aelin." They'd been doing it for weeks now, as thorough and grueling as it had been at Mistward.

She shoved her legs into her pants, then buckled on her sword belt.

"No, it can't."

A gathering storm to the north had forced their ship to find harbor last night—and after weeks at sea, none of them had hesitated to spend a few hours on land. To learn what in hell had happened while they'd been gone.

The answer: war.

Everywhere, war raged. But where the fighting occurred, the aging innkeeper didn't know. Boats didn't stop at the port anymore— and the great warships just sailed past. Whether they were enemy or friendly, he also didn't know.

Aelin scowled. "What." It wasn't so much of a question as demand.

His gaze was unfaltering. As it had been when she'd returned from her run through the misty fields beyond the inn and found him leaning against the apple tree. "That's enough for today."

"We've hardly started." She lifted her blade.

Rowan kept his own lowered. "You barely slept last night."

Aelin tensed. "Bad dreams." An understatement. She lifted her chin and threw him a grin. "Perhaps I'm starting to wear you down a bit."

His canines gleamed. "You need to eat."

"I need to train."

She couldn't stop it-that need to do something. To be in motion.

No matter how many times she swung her blade, she could feel them. The shackles. And whenever she paused to rest, she could feel it, too—her magic. Waiting.

Indeed, it seemed to open an eye and yawn.

She clenched her jaw, and attacked again Rowan met each blow, and she knew her maneuvers were descending into sloppiness.

Knew he let her continue rather than seizing the many openings to end it.

She couldn't stop. War raged around them People were dying. And she had been locked in that damned box, had been taken apart again and again, unable to do anything.

Rowan struck, so fast she couldn't track it. But it was the foot he slid before her own that doomed her, sending her careening into the dirt.

"I win," he panted. "Let's eat."

Aelin glared up at him. "Another round."

Rowan just sheathed his sword. "After breakfast."

She growled. He growled right back.

"Don't be stupid," he said. "You'll lose all that muscle if you don't feed your body. So eat. And if you still want to train afterward, I'll train with you." He offered her a tattooed hand.

But Aelin said, "People are dying. In Terrasen. In-everywhere. People are dying, Rowan."

"Your eating breakfast isn't going to change that." Her lips curled in a snarl, but he cut her off. "I know people are dying. We are going to help them. But you need to have some strength left, or you won't be able to."

Truth. Her mate spoke truth. And yet she could see them, hear them. Those dying, frightened people. Whose screams so often sounded like her own.

Rowan wriggled his fingers in silent reminder. Shall we?

Aelin scowled and took his hand, letting him haul her to her feet. So pushy.

Rowan slid an arm around her shoulders. That's the most polite thing you've ever said about me.

Elide's eyes widened. Widened further as he opened his mouth, and took a bite. His swallow was audible. His cringe barely contained. Elide reined in her smile at the pure misery that entered the Lion's tawny stare. Aelin and Rowan had been finishing up a similar battle when she'd entered the taproom minutes ago, the queen wishing her luck before striding back into the courtyard.

Elide hadn't seen her sit still for longer than it took to eat a meal. Or during the hours when she'd instructed them in Wyrdmarks, after Rowan had requested she teach them.

It had gotten her out of the chains, the prince had explained. And if the ilken were resistant to their magic, then learning the ancient marks would come in handy with all they faced ahead. The battles both physical and magic.

Gavriel met her stare, and Elide again restrained her laugh.

She felt, rather than saw, Lorcan enter. The innkeeper instantly found somewhere else to be. The man hadn't been surprised to see five Fae enter his inn last night, so his vanishing whenever Lorcan appeared was certainly due to the glower the male had perfected.

Indeed, Lorcan took one look at Elide and Gavriel and left the dining room.

They'd barely spoken these weeks. Elide hadn't known what to even say. A member of this court. Her court. Forever.

He and Aelin certainly hadn't warmed toward each other. No, only Rowan and Gavriel really spoke to him. Fenrys, despite his promise to Aelin not to fight with Lorcan, ignored him most of the time. And Elide ... She'd made herself scarce often enough that Lorcan hadn't bothered to approach her.

Good. It was good. Even if she sometimes found herself opening her mouth to speak to him. Watching him as he listened to Aelin's lessons on the Wyrdmarks. Or while he trained with the queen, the rare moments when the two of them weren't at each other's throats.

Aelin had been returned to them. Was recovering as best she could.

Elide didn't taste her next bite of porridge. Gavriel, thankfully, said nothing. And Anneith didn't speak, either. Not a whisper of guidance. It was better that way. To listen to herself. Better that Lorcan kept his distance, too.

Whether the others knew what propelled her, they hadn't said a word. Aelin sheathed Goldryn and loosed a long breath. Deep down, her power grumbled. She flexed her fingers. Maeve's cold, pale face flashed before her eyes. Her magic went silent.

Fenrys sat in wolf form at the edge of the nearest field, staring out across the expanse.

Precisely where he'd been before dawn.

She let him hear her steps, his ears twitching. He shifted as she approached, and leaned against the half-rotted fence surrounding the field.

"Who'd you piss off to get the graveyard shift?" Aelin asked, wiping the sweat from her brow.

Fenrys snorted and ran a hand through his hair. "Would you believe I volunteered for it?" She arched a brow. He shrugged, watching the field again, the mists still clinging to its farthest reaches. "I don't sleep well these days." He cut her a sidelong glance. "I don't suppose I'm the only one."

She picked at the blister on her right hand, hissing. "We could start a secret society-for people who don't sleep well."

"As long as Lorcan isn't invited, I'm in."

Aelin huffed a laugh. "Let it go."

His face turned stony. "I said I would."

"You clearly haven't."

"I'll let it go when you stop running yourself ragged at dawn."

"I'm not running myself ragged. Rowan is overseeing it."

"Rowan is the only reason you're not limping everywhere."

Truth. Aelin curled her aching hands into fists and slid them into her pockets. Fenrys said nothing didn't ask why she didn't warm her fingers. Or the air around them. He just turned to her and blinked three times. Are you all right?

A gull's cry pierced the gray world, and Aelin blinked back twice. No. It was as much as she'd admit. She blinked again, thrice now. Are you all right?

Two blinks from him, too. No,

They were not alright.

They might never be. If the others knew, if they saw past the swagger and temper, they didn't let on.

None of them commented that Fenrys hadn't once used his magic to leap between places. Not that there was anywhere to go in the middle of the sea. But even when they sparred, he didn't wield it. Perhaps it had died with Connall. Perhaps it had been a gift they had both shared, and touching it was unbearable.

She didn't dare peer inward, to the churning sea inside her. Couldn't.

Aelin and Fenrys stood by the field as the sun arced higher, burning off the mists.

Aelin shook her head. Another dream, or hallucination. "If she's on our heels with this army, I'm just ... trying to understand it. Her, I mean."

"You plan to kill her." The gruel in her stomach turned over, but Aelin shrugged. Even as she tasted ash on her tongue.

"Would you prefer to do it?"

"I'm not sure I'd survive it," he said through his teeth. "And you have more of a reason to claim it than I do."

"I'd say we have an equal claim."

His dark eyes roved over her face. "Connall was a better male than—than how you saw him that time. Than what he was in the end."

She gripped his hand and squeezed. "I know."

The last of the mists vanished. Fenrys asked quietly, "Do you want me to tell you about it?" He didn't mean his brother.

She shook her head. "I know enough." She surveyed her cold, blistered hands. "I know enough," she repeated.

[stoppostingforeverandever]

WHERY ^^^ HOW DO YOU NEVER GOD DAMN MISSS???? IT SEEMS STATISTICALLY UNLIKELY YET SOMEHOW IT’S TRUE!?!?!?!!!!

Hhehehehe i also reallly like this guy ^^^

Water is Thicker Than Blood Chapter 35

Sorry, Mags, you will find little to no solace in Ace. He will gaslight you.

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Sorry if this looks a little rushed or anything, in the middle of coloring it I got a massive burn on my drawing hand so i was in fact rushing.

this is one of my fav chapters so far, I think yall will really like it :) you guys really like the ace/luffy shenanigans :D