#Annd fixed!

[embyrinitalics]

FIRST Line Tag Game!

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Thank you @bahbahhh for the tag! You are lovely!! 🥰

(Also "most recent" seems to assume I write fics one at a time, which I obviously don't, so I'm gonna do this by date posted and I'm treating my compilation entries as separate fics HERE WE GO!)

Daylight — Zelink, promptly All he could think was, Oh no.  

Control — Zelink, promptly Being Captain of the Queen's Guard was both a responsibility and a privilege—one usually bestowed upon a seasoned knight with the respect of his men and an impressive record to recommend him.  

Selfless The guard at the Hyrule Castle gates reminded him of someone—an unimpressive soldier who had given him a face once.  

Fallen — Omnes Vulnerant His name was Rion.  

Betrayal — Omnes Vulnerant The first time Link met her, she’d been crying in the woods.  

Trust Fall — Omnes Vulnerant Zelda jolted upright in the dark, eyes wide and heart racing and a chill sweeping down her back where his heat had been.  

Insults — Omnes Vulnerant They dragged him down the glistening hallway by his hair, ropes fastened tight around his arms, his wrists, his neck, in case he got any ideas.  

Gagged — Omnes Vulnerant Link came to with fabric in his mouth.  

Bound — Omnes Vulnerant She said she wouldn’t leave without the weapon she came for, so I trailed her until she finally found it sunk in that cursed pedestal.  

An Inconvenience There’s half a skull with protruding horns on his head, and bones and teeth and leathers and swathes of fur and warpaint over the rest of him, but it isn’t his savage-looking armor that’s causing the thrill hammering in her ribcage.  

Wow that was a trip 🥵 It's kinda fun seeing all these lines with zero context though! 😂 If you haven't been tagged and you'd like to play: @pocketseizure @pastelsandpining @intangiblyyourswrites @yourenotacat-writes @wolfwarden @linksthoughtbrambles and anyone reading this who is between the ages of 29-34 or whose username starts with the letter M. 😎

[tallbluelady]

And then I tell her As I turn out the light I say, "My darling you were wonderful tonight."

[sunblazes]

the seven was so so healing to watch oh my god

[imflyinoveryou]

if one of my 22 followers is ever perusing my blog heres a lil burnt cd to pop into your brain player :)

[running-in-the-dark]

I want to be someone who has smart and interesting things to say about shows/movies that I like - like when I tried to convince my friends that they really need to watch Leverage. that would have been useful! instead I'm just like 'it's sooo good I like it so much I love all the characters they're all so awesome 🥰'

my thoughts are generally just like.

ooh he soo prettyyy. I want to braid his hair. hehe he punched someone. look at his lil face 🥰 baby boi. pretty smile his mouth is so nice I like his teeth. chest hair. hands! arms arms arms 🤤 his eyes are so pretty. oooh blood on his face, blood on his face! he's growling. annd his voice is all raspy again. I wonder [many many redacted thoughts]. ooh now he's in danger oh noo 😏

there's a bunch of 'she's so pretty' and 'I love her' somewhere in between all that too but mostly it's just. very, very stupid

[anarcho-karlachism]

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[bending-sickle]

no but i am so fucking upset bros

[bustersnax]

me making that crisp makes it seem like i’m developing my skills like a beast but you have no idea how much time andd suffering i spent on that creature

[roboromantic]

im so tired of being exhausted bc I just Can't sleep when I'm supposed to and when I Can sleep it's interrupted by other people doin shit and I've Got to get outta here but being exhausted and following the ~quiet time~ rules severely limits how much/when I can work but I can't save up enough to move out if I don't work so

[grimmthorne]

tomorrow I'm fixing my hair and im not touching the fucking clippers for 5 months

[apileofmoss]

RAAHHH

[nofingjustaninchident]

⛧° will you be my prom date? - hoo boys °⛧

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content: headcannons for my favorite boys of how they would ask you on a date!

warnings: cursing, non-estabilished relationship, slight sexual allusions (nothing too NSFW), friends with benefits, characters are all 18+,

a/n: i had this idea in the middle of portuguese class and i loved it so now i'm writing cause i'm independent MUAHAHAHA- jk jk i'm fine (questionable) annd i already started writing that fic i told u guys about... it'll be good, i hope

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⛧Jason Grace

He does not know how to ask a girl out.

Like, he has no fucking clue on how to do that. You see, he's a perfectionist in absolutely everything in his life, and would be no less concerned with his girl. Who, by the way, is not his girl. 'Yet', he keeps telling himself that.

So, of course that he has to have the most perfect plan of all on how to ask you out to prom.

He'd do absolutely averything to make you feel safe and loved, so when you told him a few weeks before that the most expected experience of your school-life was THE prom, he took that as a subtle cue that you wanted him to invite you to go with him.

It indeed was, but you would never tell that to anyone.

Of course, the first person he thinks to go to is Piper, since she knows you and she's a daughter of Aphrodite. Especially because of that last one.

So of course she advises him on how she thinks it's the best way to invite you to prom.

One day, you had a evening date on top of the Zeus cabin - you both found a spot that you could throw some blankets and lay down together, watching the stars. It was almost on routine, but tonight he was very much anxious.

"Right there it's Andromeda. There, Orion and a little bit further down, right there, it's Pegasus." You say, pointing the constelations to him as you always did. But tonight, he wasn't staring at the night sky. He was staring at you.

How could you be so beautiful with those soft lips, those cute cheeks, that kissable nose, those always happy eyes... you were just too beautiful. And it was just amazingly cute how your eyes shined and your smile got even brighter when you were talking about something you liked.

So he decided to just fuck the whole plan up. Which was definetly something that the Normal Jason would ever do, but this was Madly-In-Love Jason. He'd do it, for you.

"You wanna go to prom with me? Like, as my date?" He'd ask you. You snapped your head towards him as if you hadn't heard it quite right.

"Um... what?" You asked, confused it he really meant what he just asked.

"Do. You. Want. To. Go. To. Prom. With. Me?" He asked pausedly, making sure you understood. You felt your cheeks burn bright red and a smile creep up your lips.

You leaned forwards and connected your lips in a soft and tender kiss, giving him the answer he needed. "Thought you'd never ask."

⛧° Percy Jackson

He only discovered that the prom was gonna happen one week before it did.

And that's when it clicks to him why you're being all weird and evasive, refusing his kisses, hugs and the 'i need you rn' texts.

Sure you were just friends with benefits, but still hurt you quite a lot that he didn't even bother to ask you to check if you were even going to the prom.

Little did you know he had no idea there was going to be a prom.

So when he texted you this morning with a ‘meet me at the aquarium in twenty.’ you considered ignoring him. But maybe he was finally going to apologize, you hoped.

The first thing you saw when you got to the aquarium that was the usual spot of your dates, he was there holding a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He wasn’t looking at you, instead he was looking at the mirror, fixing his… not messy hair?

That’s when you noticed. He was in a freaking tuxedo, which was a sight for sore eyes, his usually messy hair was all gelled up and he looked… even more handsome than usual.

When he looked at you, a smile immediately crept up his lips, and you were suddenly feeling weird in that old pair of jeans and a baby blue cropped. Still, he looked like he had never seen anything prettier than you.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He said and walked towards you, kissing your cheek softly. You smiled and blushed, forgetting for a moment that you were still mad at him. He handed you the flowers, which you took gratefully from his hands.

When you looked up at him again, he seemed… guilty about something. He wasn’t even looking at you in the eye when he sighed and pulled you close to him, hugging your body.

“I’m so sorry, y/n/n, i’m so, so sorry. I swear i didn’t know that the prom was coming, i just- i’m sorry for being such an airhead.” He said, giving multiple kisses to the top of your head.

“It’s ok. I’m not mad anymore.” You said, smiling at the boy in front of you. “How can i even be mad when you literally call me to an aquarium in which you are in a freaking tuxedo?” Your asked, kissing his lips softly.

“Really? You forgive me?” He asked, his eyes hopeful.

“Of course i do.” You said. Then, you raised one hand to his hair and muffled it, making all messy again. “And i prefer your hair in its normal rebel condition.”

He smiled as you walked towards the aquarium that you two had visited multiple times before. The place of your first kiss, the first holding hands, the first date…

But when you got near the fish tank, he asks you to stop and close your eyes, so that’s what you do.

Five minutes later, he comes back to your side and smiles, “You can open it now.”

And when you opened… well, all the fish in the tank were in a formation that said ‘Prom?’, and your smile instantly brightened. The boy next to you had the biggest smile ever seen on earth’s surface, and it was the cutest thing ever.

“Of course i’ll go to prom with you, dumbass.” You said, pulling him down by his collar and giving him a very passionate kiss.

⛧° Leo Valdez

He just let life tell him the right moment.

Literally, he couldn’t care less to whether you both were going to the prom or not. He just wanted to make you happy as always.

So when he discovered that you indeed wanted to go to prom, he made his life’s most important work until this day: a metal rose that, when you pressed a button to the side, opened to a message of ‘Do you wanna go to prom with me?’ that he knew you’d like.

He made it and triple checked it, just to be sure it’d work. It did work, but he couldn’t keep the thought that probably something was gonna be ruined with his bad luck.

So, one day, he was in bunker nine, covered in grease and soot, his hair messy and a little oiled up. He had just finished the rose-mission and was getting his stuff together before leaving to cabin nine so he could take a shower and change into clean clothes.

That’s until you ruined his plans and came in unexpectedly.

“Leo?” You asked, getting inside the hot bunker. Lots of projects were in the table, on the walls and even on the floor. Lots of weird materials that you didn’t quite know the name to were spread all over the place. It was actually cute.

“Mi amor, is it you?” He asked, leaving the shadows to a very smiley, pretty and happy you. He thanked the gods that he had taken the rose out of his work table before you got there.

“Yeah, it is. Whatcha doing?” You asked, sitting down in a pouf that you told him to put there, moths before.

“Just, uh… some weird Leo Valdez stuff, y’know.” He said, jokingly.

When he looked back at you, the tip of his nose caught fire. You were just… ethereal. Just sat there, looking around his work, hair pulled back in a messy braid, the small little pout that you always seemed to have in your lips…

He needed to do that right now.

Right now it’s the perfect moment.

Hell, every moment is the perfect moment. As long as it’s with you.

“Hey, princesa, i made something for you. I don’t know if you’ll like it, but, uh… yeah.” He said, getting closer and crouching down in front of you.

He took the metal rose out of his pocket and handed it to you. Your face immediately turned into a bright smile, grabbing the rose from his hand and pressing a kiss to his lips.

“Aw, honey, thank you! It’s so pretty!” You said, amazed by the beauty of the metal in front of you.

“Just, hm..” He said as he pressed a button in the back of the rose.

Thanks the gods, Tyche decided to be on his side today.

It occurred just right in the way he planned. The rose opened slowly, revealing a small little message. When you read it - with difficulty from the dyslexia -, your eyes watered.

You pulled him in for a hug, not caring it he was all greasy and sweaty and dirty. “Yes! Of course i will, babe!” She said, giving kisses all over his face.

“Te quiero, princesa.” He whispered and kissed you again.

⛧° Frank Zhang

He was nervous.

His hands were all sweaty and he wasn’t sure if you were going to accept the prom invite.

Fine, you were almost dating by now. But what if you stopped liking him? What if you found someone else? What if you hated him? What if-

Well, he was overthinking. A lot. And he just wished everything would go smoothly, and definitely not wrong. Nope. Anything is gonna go wrong here, folks.

You’re going to a little date dinner in the evening, you’ll can’t about your days and, in the end, he’ll ask you to be his prom date. Everything will be completely okay.

And at the beginning it really was. He got himself to calm down and was relatively fine, compared to earlier, and you just talked together at the beach, talking about your days.

The whole problem began when you mentioned the subject ‘prom’.

Oh, look at his hands getting all sweaty again.

He’s kind of scared, but he forces himself to ask you the question anyways.

“Hey, y/n, i was w-wondering if… if you-“ Before he got to finish, the boy got so nervous he transformed himself into a dog.

Why a dog, you ask? Because he remembered one day that you mentioned to him that dogs were your favorite animal on the world.

And he never forgets anything that you tell him about yourself.

But he got so, so embarrassed, thinking that he had ruined every chance that he had with you.

Little did he knew you just fell in love even more.

When he shifted back into his human form, you were still giggling, and he was super embarrassed about the situation.

“I’m sorry, i… i kinda shift when i got nervous..” He mumbled under his breath, looking at his hands.

You chuckled a little more and pulled him to you, giving him a kiss to the cheek. “It’s okay. Now, what were you gonna ask me?”

“Uh… do you… do you wanna go to prom with me?” He asked the question, and your smile just brightened. You kissed him in the lips now and felt him melting onto your lips.

“Of course, big guy.”

a/n: i kinda liked it???? like what. oh, thank you SO MUCH ALL OF YOU CAUSE I REACHED TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY LIKES LIKE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK??? LIKE, I MADE MY DIRST POST THREE DAYS AGO, TOPS!! Im just so proud and thankful, i love you all! my 24 besties 😭😭

[crookshallowao3]

“I don’t want you to go,” Katsuki mumbles.

A little bit of the tension floods from Izuku’s shoulders. He can breathe a little better.

“Okay, good. Look, I don’t know how you’re feeling. Can we talk about it?”

Katsuki balls his hands into fists, and his answer is practically a growl, “I Don’t Kno-“

“-Annd that’s a no. Got it,” Izuku says brushing past Katsuki in the doorway to pass into the living room. “Or at least a not yet. Ignore each other on opposite sides of the couch for a while and see how it goes?”

Katsuki’s answer is an undecided grumble, but Izuku can hear him shuffling along to follow behind him.

They settle into the couch. Sitting on very opposite ends. Izuku can feel every inch of space between them. He tucks his knees to his chest and turns his back into the corner of the couch, so he is facing Katsuki, trails his eyes down to his phone and keeps them there so Katsuki doesn’t feel pressured.

After a few minutes Katsuki lets out an irritated rumble. Throws himself off the couch to head for the kitchen. He returns with his own phone in hand.

The silence feels like it goes on forever. It’s hard for Izuku. He wants to talk and touch and plan and fix. He wants to throw himself headlong at the problem and offer out his hand to help Katsuki up from where he’s fallen.

Sometimes that isn’t what Katsuki needs.

Izuku hates the way it feels stagnant between them. He hates not knowing what is going to happen. Hates letting it sit.

Sometimes Katsuki needs the space.

Ten minutes pass.

Thirty.

Nearly an hour later Katsuki speaks up again.

“I’m sorry.”

“Two in one day, huh? You’re really going for broke.”

[awkward-walking-potato]

Okok so think about this prompt with Erik lehnsherr

“I spent so long in the darkness I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is.”

Annd where readers mutation is basically being a werewolf, their life is constantly focused on the bad of their mutation so they weren’t every really able to enjoy anything. (Like can’t touch silver, classic werewolf crap)

You absolutely don’t have to follow it to the letter go crazy pookie I love your writing so much 🫶

Moonlit Reflections

The mansion was quiet under the soft glow of the rising moon. A gentle breeze moved through the trees, carrying the scent of autumn leaves and the distant sound of water lapping against the lake's shore. In the cool night air, you stood alone in the garden, your eyes fixed on the sky as the full moon began to peak over the horizon, casting a silver sheen across the landscape.

For years, the sight of the full moon had been both beautiful and terrifying. Its light was always a reminder of your curse, the ancient power within you that came alive with every full moon. For so long, you’d been at its mercy, forced to retreat, to hide away while the beast inside you took over.

But not tonight.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, feeling the calm that had taken you so long to cultivate. The shift was under control now. You had learned how to manage it, how to face the power of the moon without being consumed by it.

And it wasn’t something you’d done alone.

Behind you, you heard a familiar voice—deep, steady, and full of warmth you never expected from a man with such a fearsome reputation.

"You did it," Erik said, his voice soft, though it carried a hint of pride.

You turned to face him, a small smile tugging at your lips. Erik, the master of magnetism, the man whose mere presence commanded fear and respect, stood there like a protective sentinel. His silver hair glinted in the moonlight, his sharp gaze softening as he looked at you.

"I spent so long in the darkness," you whispered, your voice barely audible, as if you were speaking more to yourself than to him, "I’d almost forgotten how beautiful the moonlight is."

For so long, Erik had been your silent guardian during these nights. Whenever the full moon approached, he made sure that every trace of silver in the mansion was removed, even from the most mundane objects, so that you wouldn’t accidentally harm yourself. He had learned the intricacies of your transformation, always ensuring you had a safe place to ride out the change when you couldn’t control it.

On the nights when the shift overtook you, Erik was the first to carry you back to the mansion, cradling your exhausted body with a care that surprised even him. His hands, capable of so much destruction, had always been so gentle with you.

Now, standing under the same moon that had once held you in its grasp, you felt free.

Erik stepped closer, his eyes searching yours. "You’ve endured so much," he murmured, his voice low, as though speaking louder might shatter the delicate peace of the moment. "You’ve always had this strength, but now… now you’ve found your way back to the light."

You chuckled softly, though there was a lingering melancholy in your tone. "It’s strange. I thought controlling the shift would mean that I wouldn’t feel so different anymore. That I could finally enjoy things like everyone else." You held up your hand, examining your fingers as if expecting them to betray the wolf within. "But I still can’t touch silver. I still carry this inside me."

Erik regarded you carefully, stepping even closer until he was just a breath away. His hand lifted and, for a moment, it hovered between you as though he was contemplating whether or not to touch you. Finally, he placed his palm on your shoulder, the warmth of it grounding you in the present.

"You are who you are, with all the gifts and burdens that come with it," he said, his tone firm, but not unkind. "But I would never wish for you to change. Not for anyone else’s comfort, or their sense of normalcy. You are strong because of what you’ve endured. And I will always make sure that no harm comes to you, not from the moon, nor from the world that would judge you."

There was a weight to his words, a solemn promise that spoke to how deeply he cared for you. You hadn’t always known what to make of Erik when you first arrived at the mansion. His cold demeanor, his unyielding philosophy on mutantkind, had made you wary. But then you’d seen another side to him—a quiet kindness that revealed itself in small, thoughtful actions. The way he would check in on you after a particularly rough night, the way he would stand at your side when you felt out of place among the other mutants.

The way he always made sure there was no silver in the room, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to consider your safety above all else.

Your gaze softened as you looked up at him. "You’ve always been there for me," you said, the words catching in your throat. "Even when I felt like I didn’t deserve it."

Erik’s hand slid from your shoulder down to your arm, a gesture of comfort and reassurance. "You’ve never needed to earn kindness, not from me. You’ve given more of yourself than you realize."

The two of you stood there, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, the world feeling strangely still, as if nothing else mattered in that moment but the understanding between the two of you.

The beast inside you had once made you feel like an outsider, forever doomed to the fringes of both mutant and human society. But with Erik, you never felt like a burden. He had seen all of you—both the person and the wolf—and had accepted you unconditionally. He never flinched in the face of your power or your struggles.

Erik's hand returned to yours, his thumb brushing lightly over your knuckles. "The moonlight suits you," he said softly. "You’ve found your way through the darkness, but you belong here, in the light."

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, but you held them back, instead offering him a quiet smile. "Thank you," you whispered. "For everything."

Erik’s hand tightened gently around yours, and for the first time in a long while, you allowed yourself to simply exist in the moment—no fear of the moon, no worry of the wolf. Just the two of you, standing in the moonlight, together

[ur-fave-ships-billford]

MULTI REQUEST BWAAAA ‼️‼️‼️

chiaki nanami!

richie lipschitz!

emu otori!

annd hatsune miku!!

YESSSS THANK U FOR THE REQUEST!!!

chaiki nanami! richie lipschitz! emu otori! annd hatsune miku!! ALL ship Billford!!!!!!!!!!!!

also sorry I couldn't get rid of the sans either... ill fix it next time I swear

[aita-blorbos]

[oc plot]

AITA for killing my creator?

I (16, F) was a child soldier. I was created to be one. That's all I knew for the longest time. I know it doesn't really forgive things I have done, but I really thought what I was doing was righteous.

My creator fueled that idea all the time. He would tell me I'm a gift from the divine, that I'm a miracle, that he loves me. He told me I must protect that which is good and that he is good so I must protect him.

He was... Pretty obsessive in retrospect. Called me his purpose and stuff.

But amyway, one day I found out I could be replaced if I acted out enough or got too broken to fix. I wwent to ask h im if it was true. He said yes. I askked if he'd defend me ffrom getting thriwn outt like nothfibg and he st arted to say that I should just. Dforget about it. He kept avoiding thhe question until he jussst said to stoop questioning authoouritie and thatb like that I would get teerrminated for sure annd "we don't want that do we"

So I shot him I in the head and ran away.

Should I haves just bit my tongue and done nothing? Am I the bsad person here? My new dad and sibling ssay I did the right thingv but d id i