#Bill Ent.

[amidstthedark]

민서 - DEAD LOVE.

[birdgenetics]

Birdtober 8th, 2024 "Corvid Crew"

This isn't really a "crew" since their ranges don't overlap much, but I just wanted to draw a Blue Jay and a Black-Billed Magpie, so that's what I did.

[autisticburnham]

Begging fanarts to color Julian brown not beige. And Harry and B'Elanna and Chakotay and Hoshi and and and

[jiung-s]

this week was a real mess but i'm back and i'm going to catch up on all the stages i haven't giffed yet 🧍🏻‍♀️🫡

[imabiscuitinthousandworlds]

i need everyone to know that i bloody love the lotr films and i went from grinning like an idiot to gesturing wildly and trying to remember my sheet music bc I KNOW THAT ONE IVE PLAYED IT to crying bc of current or future tragedy or suddenly remembering that with the passing of this age all the magic we see will fade if it hasn't already. but also i will NEVER forgive them for the sound of boromir's horn, the great horn of gondor, passed through ages and generations to call for aid that shall always be heard by allies when it is within or at the bounds of gondor and its surrounding lands, because i was this close to crying and then this bloody horn STARTS BLARING LIKE A FUCKING CAR HONKING AND INSTEAD OF CRYING ALL OF US WERE LAUGHING HYSTERICALLY LIKE LITERALLY EVERY OTHER HORN SOUNDS SO COOL WHAT THE FUCK YOU FUCKING DESTROYED THAT SCENE I MEAN I STILL CRIED BUT ONLY AFTER I COULDNT HEAR THE BLOODY HORN ANYMORE THAT IS SPECIFICALLY SUPPOSED TO ALSO INVOKE EMOTION AT LEAST WHEN YOU'RE AS WEIRD ABOUT LOTR AS I AM WHAT THE FUCK I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THAT PETER FUCKING JACKSON AND EVERYONE WHO LET THIS HAPPEN

[ent-maiden]

Bill the Pony in the My Little Pony Style

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[last2heaven]

They really won't care to find out what's going on with my health until they have to do the autopsy report

[mitjalovse]

The KLF became a huge success thanks to them making the impossible highly probable without being modest about this fact, though they eventually broke down thanks to that. Yes, I should've explained what I meant, I kept hinting at their end, so listen to their last single to hear a pattern they developed – they recycled their pieces by asking a variety of musicians to join them. The duo found a way, where their coworkers sounded close to what they are, yet the KLF also managed to see a possibility their cooperators rarely thought of. For example, the tune on the link uses Extreme Noise Terror well. Their presence remains a gimmick, but the KLF put them on the piece in such a way the cooperators seemed strangely liberated by being themselves. Still, this couldn't go on as they learnt …

[wiresandsinews]

EDIT 28TH FEB, MY EI WAS APROVED AND IVE BEEN PAYED, I AM GOOD NOW, THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR THE HELP

Edit 21st of feb, IVE APPLIED TO EI BUT IT TAKES ALMOST A MONTH TO HEAR BACK AND IVE HAS TO SOEND THE MONEY I SAVED ON GROCRIES. PLEASE REBLOG THE MONTH IS ALMOST OVER.

OUT OF MONEY FOR THIS MONTH

EMERGENCY COMM SALE AND DONOS

Hi everyone, as you may recall i recently put out a post about emergency comms to help while i missed a lot of work due to an undiagnosed illness and pain to try and make up my wages

well since dec 11th ive been officially on an unpaid sick leave for this same illness, ive seen multiple doctors for it and had multiple treatments that did not work, and due to the backup in our medical system where i live it takes at least a month or two to get another appointment

im currently seeing an ent and am scheduled for a heating test but both of these are in February with the ent being at the end of the month.

i haven't been able to claim sick pay yet due to my insurance requiring diagnosis and my doctors saying the other doctor should do it.

so i need to make money in the meanwhile ti pay rent and bills and eat while im going through this trying to get a diagnosis and solution.

for now my commission rates will REMAIN 40% OFF to help bring in dome funds

i will ALSO BE STREAMING at least twice a week to try and raise funds to stay stable during this time

MY COMMISSION PRICES (BEFORE DISCOUNT) AND TOS ARE LISTED HERE

I am willing and happy to draw just about anything as long as my tos does not disallow it, self ships, kinks, fannart, ocs, you name it, ill draw it!

MY KO-FI LINK IS HERE

MY TWITCH CHANNEL IS HERE

i need to ear about 1200 dollars to pay for ALL MY BILLS, RENT AND GROCERIES for march

Anything helps, and sharing this also helps immensely!

thank you so much for reading!

170/1200$ raised so far (will update regularly)

[elexaria]

pt 2 of brother’s best friend! johnny & simon bc i need to explore this concept bark bark bark

you were finally, for the most part, happy. you were on your way back home from a part-time shift at a local restaurant, taking a glance down at your phone and notice a voicemail.

its not a number you recognise, so you’re dubious when clicking the voicemail, pressing your ear up to the speakers of your phone. “hey little’un, it’s… it’s been a while, ‘ent it?” a familiar mancunian accent rasps through the phone, and though it’s deepened with age, you know exactly who’s number it is now.

your big brother, simon.

it about damn near knocks all the breath out of your lungs. you lean against a bus stop, mouth agape as you continue to listen. “figured you’d like to know i’m… y’know… still alive,” he chuckles, clearing his throat awkwardly. “soap— well, you remember johnny, right? he’s still with me, best mate a guy could ever ask for, he is..” your heart tightens at the mention of johnny, and you’re not really sure why. maybe it’s the nostalgia, the longing to return back to the days where you could all laugh together innocently.

but you can’t, because they’re miles away trying not to get blown up, and you’re studying for your masters while working as a waitress.

“anyways, i don’t really have many minutes left on this piece of shit phone on base. it’s… it’s been a really long time, and i figured— well, johnny suggested we all meet back up? not sure if you even live in mancs anymore but.. we’ll be visitin’ for a couple’a weeks next month. just.. let me know.”

“kinda was hopin’ to catch you, maybe i have the wrong number, fuck knows. erm, anyways.. yeah.. bye.”

the voicemail gets replayed a second time, then a third time. and now you’re at home, laying in bed, eyes welling up as you wearily listen to simon’s gruff voice crackle through the phone speakers. and it’s only when your phone finally dies, do you finally process the news. the realisation that.. despite your best efforts? you still have a brother, you still love him, he’s still a part of you unconditionally.

and fuck, you feel so upset and angry at him. well, it is kind of your fault as well. ghosting your entire family, cutting them off— including your big brother. fuck him, he abandoned you! just.. impulsively deciding to join the military cuz his best friend wanted to, trying to justify his selfish decision with “i can’t live ‘ere anymore, there’s nothin’ in manchester for me. when you turn 16….you’ll get it.” he said when you found his recruitment paperwork tucked under some bills in the kitchen, your heart hammering in your chest.

you stare at your phone everyday, tense and unable to settle in between breaks. a part of you wishes he had never reached out, to just let you live life without him, like you’d been doing for almost a decade now. how could he just do this? he’s… he’s so…

your breathing comes to a halt as the phone dials up, biting your lip as you wait for a voice— any voice.

“uhh, hi— is… is simon riley available? i’m his sister— oh, okay— thank you.” you mumble into the phone to the operator, hands shaking as you continue to wait. it feels like an eternity goes by, and you half contemplate hanging up until—

“ello, little’un. you alright?”

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[abardnamedreginald]

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[fleurmionefridays]

Fleurmione Fridays: April 2024 Shell Cottage

A quarterly rec list curated by the 18+ fleurmione discord server. Inspired by hpsaffics #wlw wednesday.

All fics are complete and listed longest to shortest.

Witnessed here in Time and Blood by whistle.the.silver [M | 190.5k]

When Shell Cottage receives a motley group, Fleur and Bill do their best to ensure their safety. In the weeks that follow, wounds are healed and plans are concocted. Fleur and Hermione find themselves coming to a new understanding of one another.

Kissing, It Saves Souls by @k-starr-ent-ceo [E | 45.5k]

Have you ever gone to a wedding, then have to quickly save everyone there by getting them to leave, so you fake an affair with the bride (who subsequently is no longer a bride), then have to keep saving people, by kissing said woman, then realise you're in love? No? Me neither, but Hermione did. This is a tale about two women falling in love, then falling into an adventure.

I Get Along Without You Very Well by @lipzlipzlipz. [M | 32k]

Don’t get her hopes up. Don’t let anyone in. Don’t risk her heart. These weren’t the only lessons the tournament year taught her, but they were the hardest and Fleur Delacour learned them well. Until a girl with honey-brown eyes made her want to forget every one of them.

Lost & Found by lady_wordsalot. [M | 13k]

Hermione gets lost in the Forbidden Forest on a camping trip with her husband, Ron. Weeks later she stumbles onto Shell Cottage and its owner, Fleur.

willow by @rachelc978, from her one shot collection evermore. [M | 8k]

“Wait for the signal and I’ll meet you after dark/Show me the places where the others gave you scars” - willow, Taylor Swift

A single word by @mushroom-grey-scale [T | 5k]

Despite months of living in the same house, there were only a small amount of things Bill could do to calm a veela's temper.

Stirring Dull Roots with Spring Rain by @sleepingontheway [G | 3k]

Hermione stays with Bill and Fleur. Well, she stays at Shell Cottage. Where is Bill all the time, anyway?

[thenamesseven]

A/N: Here it is, after all this years, after all this time...I think...I THINK my writer's block is starting to fade away finally and what would have been a better decision than to come back and re-write the famous series of FEAR.

This is a sneak peak of the beginning, a little teaser before all the fun starts so you could all read it.

Hopefully, on Friday I'll be able to post the first official chapter as well as the Masterlist. Thank you all of the support you gave to the old serie and I hope you like this new, better version of it!

First chapter!

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The sound of a ticking clock echoed in the room, breaking the thick silence for a few brief seconds, making the pauses between each question less and less awkward.

Your fingers fidgeted with the hairband on your wrist, a habit you relied on to control your anxiety in situations like this—something that helped you mask your shaky, slightly sweaty hands. Interviews were awful; you had never felt this tense in your entire life.

It was like presenting a project in front of your high school class—except ten times worse

You watched James, the interviewer, jot down your latest response in his notebook before continuing with the next question.

"Any family? Relatives? A special someone, perhaps?"

The question caught you off guard. Out of all the interviews you'd had, this was something you had never been asked. You couldn't quite understand why this information would be relevant to the position you had applied for.

Maybe it was your desperation for a job. Maybe it was the crushing need for an income—something to keep your savings afloat, to pay the bills. Or maybe it was your own naivety that stopped you from questioning how odd that inquiry truly was.

"No?" The uncertain tone of your response betrayed your unease. A hint of suspicion crept in. "Not really," you added, this time trying to sound more firm. A frown settled between your brows. "I mean, I live alone, if that's what you're asking."

The interviewer noticed the confusion on your face. James had definitely picked up on the hesitation in your voice. For a second, he made direct eye contact, as if he could see the gears turning in your head—trying to make sense of his question.

"No worries," he said, leaning back in his chair, feigning a relaxed posture. "This is just... complimentary information for business purposes." His attempt at sounding casual didn’t go unnoticed. "You know... the projects we work on, the things we deal with—they’re highly confidential."

He adjusted his tie. A nervous tic, if you had been paying enough attention.

"That's why we prefer... solitary people," he continued. "To avoid the risk of... gossiping."

His smile was meant to ease the tension, to reassure you. But instead, it felt cold. Unsettling. A shiver ran down your spine.

But you needed this job. You couldn't afford to be picky.

"Yeah, no problem." You forced a polite smile, mirroring his insincerity. "I've always been kind of... solitary. Even when I'm surrounded by people, I'm usually in my own world."

Your small shrug made the words sound a little sad. Usually, people pitied you when you said something like that. But James’ expression didn’t show pity.

It showed interest.

Acceptance.

A few more ticks of the clock. Another shaky breath.

"Well, Miss (Y/N), I think we can conclude the interview here. I have an important meeting to attend."

He pushed his chair back carefully, as if trying not to make any noise, then smoothed down his clothes before offering his hand.

"It was a pleasure meeting you. I'm sure you'll be hearing from us soon."

You shook his hand with your most professional smile before heading for the door, a good feeling settling in your chest. His words sounded promising.

"Thanks. I'll be glad to hear from you soon."

He smiled again—this time more natural. Checking the time on his silver watch, he glanced up at you.

"Want me to show you the way back to the entrance? This building can be a maze for newcomers."

He was being polite, but you could tell he needed to rush to his meeting.

"Oh, no problem. I'll find my way back, thank you."

"Nice. See you soon."

He was already walking away as he said it, hurriedly disappearing down the hall.

"Hopefully," you whispered to yourself, a small smile playing on your lips as you headed in the opposite direction.

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The rest of the day passed in a blur—uneventful, yet filled with a growing tension that spiked every time your phone chimed with a new notification.

By the time you returned to your empty apartment, arms weighed down with grocery bags, disappointment had begun to creep in.

They said you’d hear from them soon.

How long was "soon"?

A day? A week?

You couldn't afford to wait a whole week. Did it really take that long to say no? To inform you that someone else had gotten the job?

What were you going to do if you got rejected again?

Your savings were running dangerously low.

And then there were the bills. Rent. Water. Electricity. Internet. And food—because, of course, you needed to eat.

Letting out a heavy sigh, you placed the grocery bags on the counter, forcing yourself to focus on putting everything away rather than drowning in your worries.

"Step by step, (Y/N)," you muttered to yourself, your voice echoing slightly in the small kitchen. "The most pressing issue right now is... what am I supposed to make for dinner?"

Opening the fridge, you played your usual game of Tetris—shuffling items around to fit everything in. As you worked, you hummed the latest K-pop song stuck in your head, trying to come up with a dinner idea that wouldn’t require too much effort.

"Uuuh, yummy."

Instant noodles it was.

You swung your hips to close the fridge door and turned toward the sink—only to freeze when your phone buzzed.

A notification.

Your heart stopped.

Dropping the cup of noodles onto the counter, you scrambled for your purse, nearly tripping over the grocery bags in your haste.

You could put the food away later. Right now, you needed to check that message.

"Please, please, please," you whispered, hands trembling as you blindly fumbled through your purse, finally grasping your phone.

You sucked in a deep breath before unlocking it, anxiety making even the simple act of typing your password feel impossible.

"Please, God."

Your eyes scanned the screen.

There it was.

The name of the company.

The same place you had interviewed at this morning.

"Come on, come on, come on," you muttered, rushing to the couch, sitting down so fast you nearly bounced. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears as you swiped down the notification bar

"Please, please, please."

First, a gasp.

Second, a shaky sigh.

And finally—

A scream.

A scream of pure, unfiltered joy.

"YESSS! YES, YES, YES!"

You jumped on the couch like a child, punching the air with a strength you didn’t even know you had.

You had a job.

You had an income.

For now, at least, your problems could wait.

"YESS! THANK YOU, THANK YOU!"

Lost in your celebration, your phone lay forgotten on the coffee table, the message only half-read on the screen.

Welcome to Martins and Company S.L., Miss (Y/N).

We’re pleased to inform you that after careful consideration, you have successfully passed the selection process and will be joining our team.

Your shift begins tomorrow at 7 p.m. Your uniform and necessary supplies will be provided.

Please note that discretion is expected. Confidentiality is key. We do not want any details about our current projects shared with outside parties

We look forward to seeing you tomorrow. Congratulations on securing the position.

Martins and Company S.L.

Oh dear.

If only you knew what awaited you.

[fcthots]

Please 🙏 give us more thoughts on the friends to lovers AU cause that's literally the one I have too.

-🌊

I’m assuming you mean my friend to ememies to lovers au. Tbh it’s super self indulgent but I’ll hit the high points for you. Heads up: it’s fem reader bc it came from my notes app as a personal au.

ANYWAY ONE THOUSAND FOLLOWERS WOOOOO

Basically reader hangs around Jason’s neighborhood through childhood

Immediately best friends

Jason sees you about twice a week for many many years

Side plot of Jason finding a new mafia in Gotham

One day Jason shows up unannounced to your house bc you do it to him all the time since he moved and he really needs to talk to you (haven’t decided what the emergency is yet)

You aren’t in your room and something looks wrong

He crawls in through the window and hears people yelling and arguing

He goes Robin mode and starts trying to figure out what happened

He follows the metaphorical tracks into the wall

Secret door

He spies and realizes your family is the mafia family he has had his eyes on

And you’re the topic of conversation

There’s an emergency with one of the fronts they have so the topic switches and they leave

Jason confronts you a week later after being weird and distant

He asks what they were talking about

You explain that you either have to join in on your family’s crimes or you’re going to have to live on the streets. They don’t want you working in the family bc you’re a woman.

(There’s a scrapped version where your family demands you to kill someone’s to pledge your loyalty and when Jason dies, you say you killed him)

He tells you he’ll take care of you. He’ll talk to Bruce. You can figure it out. You will figure it out, together. He reveals himself as Robin. There is a light at the end of the tunnel for you.

Then Jason dies

You find out from the news after you don’t see him for two weeks

You decide, fuck it. Nothing waiting for you outside of mafia life

Your family doesn’t want want u working for them. AND you started later than everyone else. Double whammy

Your family doesn’t trust you

You work twice as hard. You are determined to work your way up. You will survive

They give you low level assignments

You start doing side assign,ents that they don’t ask you to. You get them intel they didn’t know was there to get. Intel they didn’t know they needed

You start working your way up a twinge over the years

They send you in undercover as a stripper. Your job is to see if a rival gang comes in. The man you’re looking for has a deal there today.

The man is known as the Red Hood.

You don’t know Red Hood’s identity but he’s big in the game. A known killer. But a protector of women and the innocent. Your family HATES him.

The Red Hold walks in as well as his client

You switch places with someone and dance colder to their table sk you can hear their conversation

The Red Hood looks at you and freezes

In his head, he’s thinking you left the mafia, but because he died, no one was there to support you so you turned to stripping

He’s also thinking he missed you

You tell him that if he’s gonna stare at you like that, he better fork up some dollar bills

He tells his "client" to hold on for a moment

He walks up to you, voice modulator on and asks how much for a private dance

You make a joke about how he probably can't afford it

He says “I guarantee you I can”

Your "manager" walks over and says you have to take the money and do it, all in "subtle" wording

You’re nervous but agree

You lead him to his private room

And before you can try to make him horny enough to interrogate him, you turn around and his mask is off

You see his face

Older, but Jason

Someone is supposed to come to the club in 5 minutes and kill the "client" was making a deal with.

You can't let them kill Jason.

"You have to leave. Right now."

"What?" He's confused.

"Fuck. I'm so glad you're alive, but you have to go."

He tries to ask if you chose to be a stripper or if you were out of options

You say "I'm not a stripper"

He's confused. Thinks you’re maybe a prostitute.

"My brother is coming in 3 minutes to kill whoever *Client* was making a deal with so that he would be forced to make a deal with-... with us."

"You didn't"

“Dont. Don't do that. You were dead, Jason. And even ignoring that fact, you're not exactly far from the profession either."

"No. No, but you didn't want this. Your family treats you like shit"

“Better than the streets would have treated me... 2 minutes, Jason you have to go. Fuck. I'm gonna get demoted for this.”

Jason says he has a plan

You say it's too dangerous; you’re not losing him again

"Do you trust me?”

“…I still trust you"

He walks out and cancels the deal

He walks back in and says *Client* has to make his merchandise half price now, and with your ‘private dance’, you made it happen

He kisses your cheek and walks out

Your brother walks in and asks where he is, ready to be angry

You tell him to make the deal now, it's half off and that you convinced the other guy to walk

This is great success

You’re even given the weekend off

Jason waits until you leave late at night with the other girls

They're used to him showing up sometimes and walking them to their cars. They don't bat an eye

But he wordlessly gets in your car. Gets in the drivers seat, and drives you to his place, where you spend the weekend.

He tries to convince you to stay. You say you can't.

Because you want to take over the whole joint some day

So you go back do what you do

If you and Jason ever intersect, you go to your apartment together.

You fuck

He leaves for patrol before you wake up

He fucks you so you fall asleep and he can leave without saying goodbye

You fight.

YouI say you should stop.

You love him. If you keep going you’ll never love anyone else. You’ll never move on.

The truth is: you already love him like that, but if you keep fucking him, you won't be able to leave and it'll put a target on both of your backs

You fuck one last time and then he leaves

(He becomes a bat around this time)

He’s your enemy now

And you’re rising the ranks

[babyseraphim]

so, unfortunately, there's a chance that all of my health issues this past year has damaged my singing voice.

i knew this was a possibility; i've just been avoiding it, because its a scary thought, and there's really not much i can do about it. singing has been my life literally since i was 5, and now its my livelihood, too. it's literally how i pay my bills.

while i've been preparing for grad auditions, though, i can tell my voice isn't as healthy as it used to be. i can literally feel it, even though my technique is perfectly sound and my voice should be functioning fine. it doesn't hurt, necessarily, but it gets tired/raspy so easily and i can barely hit a high C anymore.

i'm finally making an appointment with my ENT to get it checked out, and i'm hoping to god that if there is damage, then its at least small/not permanent.