#I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE THIS

[fiction70]

Here's the flyer in case anyone wanted to see it! I made it myself :3 Uploading pictures on ao3 is weird, and I don't get it, so this is where I'll put it!

The picture is supposed to show between these two lines in the fic!

"...of someone that looks awfully familiar..."

"...found it during our outing today..."

That's all! Thank you!

[niqxart]

[theleagueofsupermushrooms]

I went down a Muppet Joker deep dive again and I was compelled to make this masterpiece.

[danifesting]

play til you win

Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen

Tags: alternate universe - rock band, pop punk au, alternate universe - college/university, slow burn, angst with a happy ending, alcohol abuse/alcoholism

Word count: 61,947

Summary:

Max feels a lot of things about pop punk actually. It had been forbidden at home, his father screaming at him and threatening to take away his stereo when he caught Max listening, insisting the only thing Max should be allowed to listen to was classical, that he should spend more time practicing and listening to the orchestral music that would get him into Juilliard, would make him the famous classical musician and composer his father think he's destined to be. But Max loves it. He'd spent hours listening to it in secret, through his headphones on mixed tapes and CDs his friends made him, on the long car trips he would take from the moment he got his license, in his mum's basement, his sister by his side, explaining to her the difference between each band's sound. It had been the music that had made his heart beat faster and think maybe this is what I should be doing with my life.

[chrrywvea]

creds to @epiimetheux !!!

i kept coming back to this beautiful artwork and i got inspired by it so here you go...

(disclaimer: i haven't completed a fic in forever, let alone published one, so i'm very anxious about this, i apologise if it's a mess •~•♡ love you guys)

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tom watches from the side as his husband steps forward to his coffin. pete's head is bowed, but he can see the trembling of his lips and the coiled muscles in his jaw.

oh my love.

what i'd give to embrace you one more time.

he knew he couldn't reach his husband anymore. his time had passed.

that didn't keep tom from standing next to pete's side. keeping watch. protecting his wingman, as they'd promised to each other years ago on that fateful day.

when repressed feelings and pretentious rivalry finally made way for the unconditional love thay had never wavered once.

partnership that had lasted 33 years.

tom watched as pete took the wings off his uniform, laying them onto the smooth oak.

the gun salutes were no more than background noise, tom's sole focus lying on the man in front of him.

the moment he saw pete punching the wings into the coffin he felt an incredible warmth spread through his chest.

such a feeling had been limited to very few moments in his life.

in the cockpit of his plane, soaring above the clouds with ron at his back and pete right by his side.

the return from the layton mission.

aching and sweaty and all kinds of shaken up but alive, thriving on adrenaline and pent up energy.

they had only seen each other then.

not iceman and maverick, but tom and pete, right there on the deck, what ron had later jokingly called their "confession".

their wedding. finally being allowed to slip a ring onto pete's finger while surrounded by all their loved ones. to call him his husband for everyone to see and hear without having to fear anymore. forever and always - the ending of both of their vows.

when their son had come back to them.

pete, bradley and himself crying with relief in their kitchen as they embraced for the first time in years. pete almost losing it as bradley started called him 'dad' again, and tom almost following suit when 'pops' returned back to daily use.

in that hospital bed, when he'd kissed his husband for the last time. he had wiped the tears on pete's cheeks with trembling hands, mapping that gorgeous face he knew better than the back of his own hand.

hushed i love you's in the quiet of the room, both signed and said out loud as they held each other.

the last words he felt pressed against his forehead being 'forever and always', before he slipped away into neverland.

tom looked over his shoulder just as pete stepped back from the coffin.

the wings on his back were strikingly white. glossy and strong feathers fluttered softly in the wind, and tom couldn't help the smile that spread on his face.

i will protect you, my heart.

my wingman.

my everything.

carefully he guided his wings around pete's sides. shielding him for just a moment. providing the endless support he couldn't give in person anymore.

pete looked up towards the sky, just like the rest of the crowd, watching as the missing man formation flew by.

everyone watched the sky, but tom couldn't tear his eyes away from his husband. how the dusking sun reflected in those tender green eyes. the curve of his nose, and the sweet lips he'd kissed so very often, now being worried at between pearly teeth.

i love you, forever and always.

as if he heard him, pete echoed his words.

"forever and always, sweetheart."

[deal-with-destiny]

SO, I saw @theminecraftbee’s Joe Hills+Convex au stuff and my brain went a little wild, so here’s the results of that! You can also find this fic on my AO3! (I am sorry that there is no dialogue, it is my one weakness, and I cannot write it for the life of me </3) (Edit March 30th, 2023: I said on ao3 that I would get chapter 2 out before last weekend but I got so busy but I’m still working on it!)

Now Joe hadn’t intentionally planned to befriend two fey, it just sort of happened. It was a whirlwind of events after getting off of work one night. He had planned to simply go home, but it seemed the universe had other plans. 

There was someone following him, it wasn’t the first time, and probably wouldn’t be the last. His job was decent, sure, but it wasn’t enough to pay off the debt to the collector that was actively following him. He knew the city well enough, likely much better than the other, trusting that he would be able to find his way home from wherever he was going to end up.

What Joe didn’t account for was stepping into a fair circle. In his defense he did have more important things on his mind. The outskirts of the city did have some plant life, but last time he had gotten out this far, it didn’t seem nearly this vibrant, or overgrown for that matter. 

He decided that this was far enough out, he didn’t see any sign of the debt collector anymore, so he should be good to head home. Something felt off though. Despite shaking off the man, Joe had the intense feeling of being watched, and that’s where it really began.

Joe had very unluckily caught the eye of two fey, and thus the hunt began. He didn’t know this area nearly as well as he would have hoped, but hey! It’s not everyday you get chased through the feywilds, so he had that going for him at least. 

While at first it seemed like he was just in a constant loop, passing by the same place over and over, there were small things he noticed. Things that broke the illusion that it was a perfect loop. It took a while, or was it only a few minutes? The time flow here was strange, and Joe didn’t want to think too deeply into the implications of what it might be like once he got back, he couldn’t have been gone for that long. 

Thankfully he made it out, stepping through the ring again once he found it. He looked down at his watch, while he didn’t know when he entered the circle, he knew when he got off work, and that, according to his watch, was an hour ago. He gave a sigh and began his walk home.

[fredgar]

to love a doll

[prefixsstars]

“Mizuki, my dear, don’t ever disappear.”

Minori loved Mizuki dearly. For all their flaws and insecurities, no matter what, Minori simply adored them.

But at times like these, Minori couldn’t do anything but worry. Mizuki had currently locked the door to their room and wouldn’t leave.

Minori was sat outside of their door trying to get through to Mizuki. She had been sitting for at least an hour waiting and trying to get the door to open to no avail.

Minori knew that Mizuki struggled with something, she’s just not sure what that something is. She honestly felt like a failure, what girlfriend doesn’t notice that their partner is struggling.

All the different times that Minori had asked Mizuki how they were doing, Mizuki brushing her off saying that everything was alright, came back to her.

Minori could feel tears streaming down her face and quickly wiped them away. She’d have time to wallow in self pity later. What mattered was making sure Mizuki was okay.

She slowly stood up and turned to face the door.

“Mizuki, can I come in?”

Silence

Minori tried again

“Mizuki, I won’t pressure you to tell me what’s wrong, I just want you to tell me if you’re okay.”

Some light shuffling could be heard from behind the door. It opened just a crack so some of the inside could be seen.

Minori hurried inside the room and shut the door behind her. She quickly kneeled down in front of Mizuki.

Mizuki in all honestly felt like shit. Everything was off in every sense. They felt even worse for worrying Minori, that was the last thing Mizuki has ever wanted to do.

They were supposed to go on a date today, specifically to the park, and Mizuki just had to ruin it.

Minori was so much better than them, deserved someone better than them. Someone who doesn’t keep secrets, someone who doesn’t lie to the people around them.

Minori was a bright light meant to give people hope, inspire them, but here she was sitting here with someone like Mizuki.

Mizuki couldn’t help the tears that started streaming dow their face. Everything was too much.

Minori was panicking, she had never seen them so out of it. She wished Mizuki had talked to her sooner, she could’ve helped.

“Mizuki, can I hug you?”. Minori asked, not knowing what kind of state they were in.

Mizuki nodded slowly and that’s all Minori needed. She wrapped her arms around Mizuki and squeezed them tightly. Minori hummed one of More More Jump’s songs until Mizuki calmed down.

After Mizuki’s sniffles had died down Minori pulled away slowly from the hug. Not sure what to do.

“Do you feel any better?”

Mizuki thought for a moment before shaking their head no.

Minori smiled, “That’s alright!! Do you wanna talk about it?”

Mizuki shook their head no again

“That’s alright too, Is there anything you need from me?”

Mizuki nodded, “Could we stay here today, I’m sorry, i know we were supposed to go on a date today but-“

Minori grabbed their hands, “Of course we can!!! We can go on a date another day! We can stay here as long as you want!”

They smiled gratefully, “Thank you.”

Minori nodded, “No, thank you. I’ll be here for you whenever. No matter what.”

Mizuki pulled Minori into another hug, which Minori smiled into.

As long as Mizuki is still here, Minori thinks it’ll be fine.

[lunarwarden]

Modern/Heartsteel Thresh and Diana HC

Where did this absurd/strange ship manifest?

Well, I was talking with a friend who felt there wasn’t entirely anyone they could ship Yone with, and I voiced the same about Diana, though pointed out that Thresh would be cute to pair with Yone due to their spirit blossom skins. “Let’s just ship Diana and Yone then!” Was said not too long after that we also threw Thresh into the mix… Needless to say, it originated in the Spirit Blossom universe, but I’ve adapted both Thresh and Diana to Heartsteel and High Noon.

Goodness, I’m so nervous to post this but fuck it. If anyone wants to bitch at me, you can kiss my ass X’D

Heartsteel Thresh Headcanons

Erlok is an ASMR RP/commentary channel that started a few years ago and quickly gained traction thanks to his voice. His channel name is The Warden where he refers to himself as Thresh and tends to refer to his viewers when not doing his roleplay content as “My Precious Souls”.

The content that Erlok puts out has gained him the nickname of “Master” among his fans as his asmr roleplays tend to veer about yanderes. His content tends to be on the darker side, but despite this, he has countless fans flocking to him.

Erlok came up with the name of Thresh in a DND session he was a part of, he’s since sadly stopped hosting that campaign, but it did give him the idea of “what if I brought my ability to roleplay others into a video setting?” an idea that has entrapped many in his content.

Totally has a Patreon where he does NSFW ASMR content that he makes a killing from.

OLD MAN SQUINTS Literally cannot read for shit without his glasses, and even then, he hasn’t updated his prescription in like 5 years? So, it’s gotten worse, and he still squints when he’s trying to read even with his eyeglasses on.

Erlok is a relatively slender man, and maybe has some muscle, but if he does it's lean muscle and doesn’t show too much aside from some minor definition. And even then, he tends to hide his figure behind turtlenecks and coats.

Totally has an abnormally long tongue and at the very least sharp canines (Though sharp teeth be looking spicy). He’s made quite a few past partners choke by shoving his tongue down their throat, apparently not something most people like.

Erlok was born and raised in Germany, he grew up not knowing English but taught himself it when he found there was a larger DND community of people who spoke English. He then further refined his English and his accent so that he could make an ASMR channel and not worry about being not understandable. He’s not ashamed of his accent or anything, just knows he can reach a broad audience with English.

Has a more ‘refined’ or ‘sophisticated’ style. Tends to wear turtlenecks, dress pants, button-ups, and the works.

Also, can see him wearing black eyeliners, maybe lipstick if he’s feeling fancy, but primarily black eyeliner and some concealer to hide the nasty ass bags he has under his eyes. Man, fr be looking like The Walking Dead without it.

Closeted Jew, no one can tell me otherwise haha. (Obviously, this means while he might practice things in the comfort of his home, he doesn’t actively wear his kippa or follow traditions of wearing his Tefillin out and about on days that require it)

Heartsteel Diana Headcanons

Diana is a relatively new Vtuber who has quickly gained fame. Her content tends to be a bit all over the place, but she does focus more on singing and horror games. Her fans seem to enjoy her reactions to the jump scares and scary content.

Her channel name is The Lunar Goddess, though her fans tend to call her “Moon Mom” while she refers to her fans as “Moonbeams”. None of her fans know what she looks like or her real name, and she plans to keep it that way for a bit longer as she doesn’t want to disappoint people with her appearance.

Other content that Diana does is skits, first-person shooters, and relaxing streams where she just hangs out with her chat. Her content is relatively pg-13 but there are times when her foul mouth does get it marked a higher rating.

Diana lives with her sister, Leona, and her sister’s boyfriend, Pantheon. Leona tends to make appearances in her streams as a mod who watches the chat and can sometimes be heard reading the chat out to Diana when she’s really focused on her game. This has gained Leona the nickname “Auntie Sun”.

Was born with naturally white hair, it confused doctors because it at first started as a streak through her sable hair as a kid, but over the course of a few years, her entire head was turned white. At first, doctors thought it was Poliosis, but now they just don’t know what caused her hair to go white.

Diana was born and raised in a very conservative Jewish household in Israel. She’s still Jewish, but not as religious as her mother and father are. She partakes in some of the traditions with Leona, but even then, sometimes misses out on some.

English is a language that came relatively easily to Diana, she also knows Yiddish as it was spoken by her great-grandmother (Even if most other Israelis consider it a dirty gutter language) Her accent isn’t horribly thick, but it is noticeable and the first thing she’s often asked by new viewers is “where do you come from?”

Diana tends to wear either jeans or long skirts that cover the knees, same for dresses, but for tops, she’s fine with showing a bit of stomach and has no qualms about wearing tank tops.

Diana doesn’t wear too much makeup, especially since she works behind a screen away from the view of others. On the days that she does go out, a light lipstick with some mascara and blush works fine for her.

[actual-sleeping-beauty]

This Is What Recovery Sounds Like

here is my submission for playlist night! it starts out with me convincing myself i'm fine, then goes down the path where i'm definitely not fine, and then comes back around to me getting better. list of songs under the cut if spotify isn't your jam!

Dog Days Are Over - Florence + The Machine

Migraine - Twenty One Pilots

100 Bad Days - AJR

Fake Happy - Paramore

Writer In The Dark - Lorde

Wasteland, Baby! - Hozier

Ribs - Lorde

this is me trying - Taylor Swift

I Need My Girl - The National

Fast Car - Tracy Chapman

If We Were Vampires - Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit

hoax - Taylor Swift

evermore - Taylor Swift

I Wanna Get Better - Bleachers

You Signed Up For This - Maisie Peters

Special Girl - dodie

Northern Attitude - Noah Kahan

Comeback - Carly Rae Jepsen

May I Have This Dance (Remix) - Francis and the Lights (feat. Chance the Rapper)

[gongyussy]

(✿◕‿◕) die (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ✿)

[hansoeii]

[kwadlayns]

Good detectives do what they need to in order to solve a case. 💀🔎✨

[aceart-jpg]

Farcille's Moving Castle

Complete series!

[ruporas]

dragon meat, you, and me

[eydilily]

would you bite the hand that feeds you?