#anticlockwise au

[vieapuff]

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Remus/Sirius Angst Masterlist | Works With Less Than 5k Words

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All Roads Lead Back To You by victoria_p [G, 3k]

Six ways it could have ended less tragically.

Apollonian and Dionysian. by rearwindow [G, 2k]

“Yeah… Well, it’s like I’m light and you are darkness.”

da mi basia mille by scioscribe [t, 2k]

“There’s a Roman bloke, Catullus, who wrote about snogging a lesbian, or something like that, and anyway, he said da mi basia mille, give me a thousand kisses, and I spelled it. Ensorceled it. Made it into a thingy.” He pushed the envelope up towards Remus’s mouth. “Say the Latin part and kiss it.”

Dadfoot & Moomum by jlpierre [T, 4k]

A four year old Harry Potter, in the care of his guardians Sirius and Remus, experiences a series of Halloween activities to distract the adults from their grief.

*Distillation (the Anticlockwise Remix) by Raven [G, 2k]

Peter makes a mistake, a discovery and a decision, but not in that order.

Into eternity by captainhurricane [G, 1k]

A peek through seventh year, through Harry who didn’t have to grow up unloved and through Sirius and Remus who had, after all, always had each other

Failed to Send by spaceflowrr [M, 1k]

Texting AU, in which Remus is a sarcastic little shit and is very much in love with his boyfriend, Sirius. Or: Heartbreak is unanswered texts.

*Longsdune by imochan [T, 3k]

He supposes that this is what is expected of him, to sit here and listen to wetness sinking into the earth and remember how it felt when it was sunny, and there were four of them, and Sirius Black looked at him like he was a piece of the universe he wanted to understand so badly that he was willing to take Remus apart completely and then put him back together.

More Than You Could Possibly Know by WolfstarPups90 [T, 1k]

They were twenty years old, and they were in love and they should be together every single night like this instead of out fighting, unsure if the other was still alive or if they would come back.

My Faithful Handyman by softiejace [T, 1k]

non-magic au in which Sirius gets harassed for putting on make up in the men’s room and Remus defends him

Night: Shadows from Five Billion Trees by Amuly [E, 3k]

Every childhood is filled with magic – school of witchcraft and wizardry or no.

*Oh, We Lost Magic by nerakrose [G, 4k]

The year is 1985 and Sirius, Remus, James and Lily are working as paramedics in muggle London, living seemingly normal lives…except there's really an awful lot of weird things going on.

*one for the road by rojohbi [G, 4k]

Piling into the car was uncomfortable and cramped, but there was something oddly satisfying about sitting on ratty blankets in the backseat, a box of fresh comfort food at his feet and Sirius’ legs splayed over his lap as the other backseat-inhabitant nestled himself into the corner and almost immediately began snoring. James met his eyes through the rearview, and this time when he saw the knowing smile, Remus smiled right back.

One Heart by cottonpadenthusiast [T, 1k]

Remus hates Valentine's Day. He has always been alone and this year is no different. With the whole of Gryffindor tower at the Valentine's party, Remus feels more alone than ever and the slight problem of being in love with Sirius Black seems ever more present on a day like today. However, after tonight, Remus might change his view on Valentine's Day…

Paper Birds by nevermindgrantaire [G, 3k]

"Dust is dancing in the sunlight, the light filtering through the leaves and turning everything sunny yellow. It shines off Remus’ pale skin and makes him look even more pallid in comparison to the others. James is back from a holiday in some muggle town, tanned and skinny and grinning; brimming over with tales of hot local birds and the things they let him do to them on the beach. Sirius was with him too, he knows, but he is nowhere near as vocal in his boasting. He just lounges back against the tree, eyes heavy-lidded and smiling at nothing, last minute reading for McGonagall’s class balanced over his face as he drifts off in the summer heat." Remus is stressed, tired and in love with his best friend. All he wants is for things to work out ok, and for an explanation as to all the paper birds that seem to be following him everywhere he goes.

Shelter by ygrainette [M,3k]

The storm-clouds of the First War are gathering, and Sirius and Remus shelter each other.

*Soul Signs by cottonpadenthusiast [G, 1k]

Everyone has a Soul Sign; the Patronus of your soulmate painted on your skin. Everyone is destined to find love. Yet Remus seems destined for someone who doesn't have a soulmate at all.

Thicker Than Blood by Thistlerose [T, 4k]

James has tried to be reasonable about his best friends’ relationship, but he��s not comfortable with it. Then something happens that helps him put things into perspective. (This fic is part of the midnight conversations timeline by Thistlerose. I recommend reading this after Midnight Conversations #1)

*To Want for Nothing by oxfordlunch [T, 2k]

There are no family members singing, no happy returns. Nobody tells him to make a wish. He thinks of one anyhow. He closes his eyes and pleads silently to whoever could possibly listen that he might be taken away from this. He wishes for red and gold and warm, clean air, and for someone to sing on his birthday.

*Unified Theory by montparnasse [G, 3k]

New Year's, 1982. A house, a bed, a room at the top of the stairs. A lever, and a place to stand. (podfic available)

Where Rain And Smoke Mingle by smallestbird [T, 1k]

It doesn't matter if they've disowned you, they're still your family. It doesn't matter how often you walk away, it still hurts.

*with everything the way it is by camarauderie [G, 4k]

remus says it would be better to stay friends. sirius knows why.

Winter and Happier by orphan_account [T, 2k]

Spending a weekend house-sitting for James' parents, the two couples have some plans. But when Remus is given a slight set-back, Sirius is determined to make his boyfriend feel valid, and very loved.

*You Were My Spring, My Summer Too by RS_Games [T, 3k]

When Sirius receives news that things have gone very wrong on an assignment, he heads north to bring Remus home.

*denotes personal favorite

[opultea]

Genshin Women Take You Shopping

Modern AU - Gender Neutral Reader (No pronouns) - Platonic ft. Ningguang, Beidou, Yae Miko, Kokomi, Keqing, Amber, Eula

"You really don't have to do this Ningguang, I'm fine, I swear," You tried to excuse yourself, but felt it was no use either way.

"Come on Y/n! You deserve something fancy every now and then." Beidou reassured, pushing you through the entrance of an expensive name-brand store by your shoulders.

Today was a monumental occasion, to say the least, or that was certainly how it felt when the girls announced it. Amber, ever attentive to her friend's emotions, had seen the late nights, the endless cups of pure caffeine, and the hair-pulling stress you had been experiencing recently. Once she discussed her concerns for your health with the other ladies, Ningguang had the idea to spoil you with some retail therapy.

So here you were at the largest mall in the area, the bubble tea Kokomi bought you in one hand and a posse of fashionable women acting as your team of personal stylists around you. In front of the group, Miko, Keqing, and Eula stood before the map, planning a route to take you along.

"Well then, shall we?" Miko mused to the group.

"I believe an anticlockwise approach will allow the most efficient trip, starting from the top floor and making our way down." Keqing proposed, evidently taking her job very seriously no matter the task.

"Sounds great. Y/n, are you ready to go?" Kokomi asked, causing the group of women to look at you. You smiled, nodding at their enthusiasm, however subdued or evident the emotion was in each of them.

"Ooo! This top would look amazing on you Y/n!" Amber pressed a light top to your chest. Nodding in the confidence of her own choice.

"Yes, and this jacket would complement it nicely, wouldn't you say?" Eula presented a cropped jacket, the paneled colours matching Amber's choice.

"I believe these would suit the bottoms Keqing found earlier," Kokomi identified, matching an outfit in her head.

The women lead you back to the dressing rooms, where Beidou and Miko sat patiently waiting for your return. They had overtaken an entire stall in the corner for your use, the small wall hooks already flowing with garments of varying styles. The range surprised you as much as the volume did, from casual wear to formal, a rainbow of options laid awaiting your approval.

"Welcome back. I think we've gathered more than enough material to play dress-up" Miko prompts.

"Where are Ningguang and Keqing?" Amber asked, noticing the mentioned women were absent from the party.

"They're off searching for accessories," Beidou informed.

"I'd suggest you don't attempt to predict my movements Captain," Ningguang said as she and Keqing approached the dressing room. "I may just surprise you." The duo shared a smirk, as Keqing approached you, holding a simple, but elegant chain necklace.

"Here, we found this and believed you would take a liking to it," Keqing held out the jewelry, allowing for your scrutiny. You took it carefully from her hands, inspecting the beautiful piece with awe. The women around you gasped as tears began to fall slowly from your eyes, Amber quickest to come hold your arm in comfort.

"What's the matter Y/n?" Kokomi asked softly.

"Is it the necklace? If so, please know I am happy to remove it from your sight immediately-" Ningguang offered.

"No, no the necklace is beautiful," You choked, clasping it with care. Eula approached your front, carefully lifting your head from its bow and locking your gaze in her own.

"Y/n, please know we are here for you, and you alone. Your strife, no matter how small, will dissipate under my wrath, our wrath, should you only give the word," You smiled at Eula's comfortingly Eula-like words.

"It's just, I haven't been treated out like this in a long, long time, if ever," You began, attempting to wipe the tears from your face. "And you're all so kind to me, I still can't believe you're willing to go so far just to make me happy. I'm so lucky to have you all, and I want you to know how much I love you all,"

Without warning, your body was surrounded by the warm arms of a half-a-dozen women, many with tears in their own eyes.

"Shoot Y/n, you even got me crying," Beidou chuckled, wiping a tear from her eye as her other hand squeezed your shoulder, her arm encompassing the group in the wide hug.

"We love you soooo much!" Amber was crying the hardest of the group, squishing her teary face against your unoccupied shoulder, Eula coming up just behind her to support you both in your tears.

"You are always welcome to come to us if you ever need a break, you are entitled to our services, you know," Your remaining tears were swiped quickly away by Miko.

"We're here for you, always," Keqing agreed, hugging your side. Kokomi nodded quietly, focusing more on petting your hair lovingly. Ningguang took your face in her hands, smiling as she pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. The love around you was warm, constant, and comfortable.

You hoped it would never end.

[scrabbleknight]

I had this AU idea where three sets of the Amphibia girls (Anne, Sasha, Marcy), roleswaps of each other, were to meet with one another due to wibbly wobbly magic.

We'd have:

The original trio: Franne, Tasha and Narcy

The clockwise trio: Nanne, Frasha and Tancy

The anticlockwise trio: Tanne, Nasha and Farcy

Note that their nicknames are based on whether they were with frogs, toads or newts. So in another way, they'd be categorized as:

Frog trio: Franne, Frasha and Farcy

Toad trio: Tanne, Tasha and Tarcy

Newt trio: Nanne, Nasha and Narcy

I just think the interactions would be funny. Like;

Franne: So... You guys ended up with the Plantars too?

Frasha: Yep. And from the looks of it, we got the better deal.

Farcy: Other than the whole living in the wilderness thing. I was not made for that, haha.

Frasha: I'm going to guess that we all almost died a lot.

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Nanne: I'm the Symbol of Newtopia, it's shining Blue Knight! What about you guys?

Nasha: I'm the captain of the Royal Guard. Beat that.

Narcy: I'm also a captain but like a different group!

Nanne: *crying because she doesn't have a group* T-that sounds great.

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Tanne: I'm going to kill you.

Tasha: Not if I kill you first!

Tarcy: *crying because her life was hell in Toad Tower and she's regretting the whole "life in another world" thing*

[tllthesundies]

prompt idea...more of a guide rather than a specific moment though! stoic dom harry who completely melts for his cute boyfriend lou :)

tags: non au, mexico city hslot, dom/sub, daddy kink, degradation kink, feminization, spanking, coming untouched(?)

"Great show, Harry!" one of his crew says to him as he passes down the stadium hall.

Harry's sweating underneath his suit, red lightning bolts zapping through his veins and blood as he takes steady steps to his dressing room. He nods to each crew member he passes, thanking them and blessing them, continuing on. There's a ringing in his ears that's constant. Every loud step he takes, the clack of his heeled boots, feels important as they knock against the walls and echo through the hall; his hips are walking first, guiding him; and it takes him a good five minutes to find his dressing room, ignoring everyone that passes by him, and when he approaches his door and grabs the knob to push it open, he peeks his head in first.

Louis's sitting at his small vanity, playing with something red in his hands.

Harry stays still.

"I know you're there," Louis then says.

A corner of Harry's mouth twitches up. He walks into the room and closes the door behind himself, coming closer to Louis. "Yet you ignored my presence," he comments, and snatches the red tube out of Louis's hands. It almost looks like lipstick. "What is this?"

Louis stands from his chair and snatches it back.

"Lipstick."

He walks away from Harry to a settee, and Harry tilts his head. He doesn't like that.

"Are you being difficult, baby?"

Harry had the intentions of preparing himself as he walked to his dressing room, for when he entered it, of starting it. But Louis's energy is coming off a little too commanding for the position he knows he's supposed to be in; like he thinks he's going to successfully challenge Harry. So, Harry breaks his character a little, and he smiles at his own words; and he knows Louis hears his smile, because he turns around to look at Harry, a secretive glint in his blue eyes.

"No," he answers, plopping down on the green velvet settee. "I would never, daddy."

Daddy is code.

Harry eases the smile off his face, and, shrugging his fringed suit jacket off of himself, he throws it gently onto the other side of the settee, leaving him in his mostly unbuttoned white shirt and trousers. He picks up a leg and sets his foot on the right side of Louis, all while Louis stares at him, and he leans forward to pluck the lipstick out Louis's hand again.

Louis doesn't protest.

Harry uncaps it, twisting the button to reveal the cool-toned red colour. He assesses it, then uses his free hand to reach and grab one of Louis's and places the lipstick in his hand and looks directly into Louis's gaze, unblinking.

"I want you to put this on," he commands quietly.

Louis blinks.

"Okay."

He does as Harry says--slow and sensual with his movements; it's a little messy in the corners, but it's perfect.

"Now, give it back to me," Harry says, reaching out a hand. Louis complies, but Harry keeps it in his own hand. "Now"--he uses a hand to pull at his collar--"I want you to kiss me right here, darling." Louis gets on his knees to match the height of Harry's shoulders, and Harry points to a spot right before his collar. Louis leans in, carefully leaving a stained kiss, and pulls away. "Kiss me here." Harry uses his same fingers to point to his right jawline. Louis repeats the process. "And, now, kiss me here, princess." Harry trails both hands down to his belt, and undoes the zipper. He puts his foot back on the ground, pulling his trousers and underwear with it just enough to expose his hard prick and balls. His cock is standing tall, blood having rushed from his thrill of the stage and the anticipation of seeing Louis afterwards straight to his dick. He places a hand underneath his cock and moves it up to expose his balls; he uses his other fingers to tap it lightly.

Louis raises his eyebrows at him, but, slowly, lowers himself and angles his head to get close to his ballsack.

Harry feels him leave the imprint of his lipstick kiss, lips cooling against his warmth and musk; but as Louis's head starts to come back up, Harry grabs a handful of his hair.

"Not so fast."

Louis meets his gaze, eyes glistening as he keeps peeking at Harry's cock that's so close to his face.

"What, daddy?" he asks--and his voice is so shy and soft, it almost makes Harry's cock twitch.

Harry tilts his head.

"You know what to do."

He roughly lets go of Louis's hair to see what he'll do.

Louis straightens his posture as Harry lets go of his cock; it bounces right in front of Louis's face, and Louis's caught in a sudden daze at the thickness; at the length; at the girth that he's choked on so many times before.

Harry's hoping he'll choke on it right now.

Louis's lips ghost over the tip of Harry's cock, his gaze flickering up at Harry and what's in front of him. Slowly, he opens his mouth to suck the tip in only. His cheeks hollowing out, he makes sure to treat it like an actual lollipop; Harry's head tilts back slightly at the sensation of Louis's tongue digging and swiping between the slit, then looks down with hands coming to grip his own hips to stare directly into Louis's eyes. He's going to watch him take Harry all the way; and Louis proceeds to: he slowly slides down Harry's cock halfway before re-emerging to his tip, his red lipstick smearing all over Harry's cock; then he slides forward more than he did; and it's a game of taking Harry further down his throat, easing himself on it. And Harry just watches. He doesn't give Louis the satisfaction of moaning and groaning; he holds it in.

Harry grabs a handful of Louis's hair once again as he starts to fasten his pace--he becomes so fast he chokes in between, but that's exactly what Harry wants.

"Stop," he commands, voice stern.

Louis instantly stills.

Harry pulls him off his red-stained dick, shoving him backwards on the settee. Louis doesn't bat an eye as Harry uses one to grip himself and wipe all the lipstick remnants off onto his hand, then he leans forward and, with rough pressure and slow movements, Harry smears the remnants over Louis's face. He starts at Louis's jaw, going anticlockwise, fingers and pad of his hand rubbing over his cheeks, mouth, and nose.

He's smearing Louis's actual lipstick simultaneously.

When he lifts his hand, Louis's looks like a tragedy: smeared, pink and red swollen lips, with smears of lipstick over his nose and cheeks, eyes bright and a deeper blue.

He sneaks a hand behind Louis's head, at his nape, and lowers his head to connect their lips.

It tastes like cosmetics, like dick, but there's still the taste of Louis in there; a little minty, a little sweet; and Harry tears apart his lips. He gnaws at his bottom lip, biting into it, then he slides his tongue in--and Louis's doing his best, trying to match harry, but they're both aware Louis can't keep up with Harry's movements; Harry's too unpredictable and disastrous: the opposite of Louis.

Louis loves feeling helpless under the hands of Harry.

He pulls back.

"Take off your pants and get on your knees facing the back cushions," Harry demands.

"Yes, daddy," Louis says, soft and quiet.

Louis takes his trousers and underwear off together, kicking his shoes off, as well. His small cock is hard and a little red, and Harry feels slight pity for it, but he displays no emotions externally. That's not his part of his job as Louis' dom. Louis gets on his knees and faces the back cushions, arse on display, and Harry bites his bottom lip at the sight.

He gets close to run his fingers over the plumpness of his cheeks, then whips his hand back to strike a hard smack against them.

Louis whimpers.

"Shut up, whore," Harry commands. He lands another smack that echos in the room, and a red spot begins to blossom on the exact spot. Louis hangs his head, whimpering again, and Harry scoffs at him. "Look at you. Crying over a spanking. How pathetic." He uses his other hand to pull Louis's hair, yanking his head back, and keeps smacking him with the other, eliciting groans and soft cries from him. He uses the back of his hand a few times, so, that his rings cause a bigger reaction from Louis's skin. "You're so easy, baby--is this all it takes? A little spanking, a little sucking cock? You choke on my cock and then expect to be rewarded. Whores don't get rewarded. They get punished."

This specific smack is with his fingers, and it's so hard that it elicits a cry from Louis he only releases when he's coming.

Harry lets go of his hair, Louis's head falling forward, and Harry kneels onto the settee beside him to see come oozing from his dick, covering some of the cushions and Louis's hands. It's a bunch of white goopiness.

"Harry," softly, weakly exhales Louis.

That's cue to break character.

"Oh, baby," instantly coos Harry, brushing gentle fingers against Louis's hot cheek. He quickly grabs his own underwear from the floor, the closest thing to a flannel in this dressing room, and starts wiping Louis and the settee off. "I love you so much; you did incredible, my love." Louis's so pliant, it's incredibly easy to bring Louis down into his arms and embrace him, bringing comfort and peace to him. "I could do everything and anything for you, Louis, and it still wouldn't be enough. You deserve the sea, the sunsets, the lakes, the gems found under rocks, and all its bliss trapped within, yet you're too bright for it all. You're an angel sent from above."

Louis lowers his head onto Harry's chest, and Harry can feel him smile.

"I love you, too," he giggles. "Now, wipe this fucking lipstick off my face that you caused."

[flecks-of-stardust]

[image description: a picture of my headcanon for hallownestian script. the writing is divided into three columns, with one line of text across the top. the top line of text is a note on what phonemes are present in the hallownestian language. the phonemes are separated by a vertical bar. to its left is: ah, ee, oo, uh, ai, ay, oh, au/aw, eh. to its right is: ch, c, z, s, l, m, n, p, k, f, g, d, b, j, h, t, th. 'c' is crossed out.

the first column has the vowel sounds of the script. from top to bottom, the corresponding sound, and then the relevant symbols are: ee/i/y: a circle. next to it in brackets is an indication that this character is sometimes written as a spiral, roughly resembling a circle, but with the top right part of it broken into a small swirl. ai/i: the number 6, slanted to the left, with an extra protrusion connecting to the circular part of the number. an alternative to this symbol is a slightly clipped version of it, trimming the top part of the '6.' ah/a: the number 6, rotated 90 degrees anticlockwise. oo/o: one line comprised of two sections. the top half is a curved line, striking from left to right, curving out towards the top right. it connects to a sideways, laterally flipped 's' shape. an alternate way to write this character is to extend the 's' shaped part of the character back into itself, so it creates a loop. ay/a: two half circles, interlocked at their zeniths and tilted so the open ends face the upper right and lower left. a note next to it remarks that they may be symmetrical oh/o: reminiscent of a simple bird leg, with the toes facing the top left. it is also comprised of two half circles, but less curved than the previous. this character is sometimes written with the curves accentuated, so it looks like a laterally flipped c embedded in an upside down u. eh/e: a slightly slanted number 6, leaning to the left. sometimes this character is written with an extra curl at the top, giving it the appearance of a stapler clip. au/aw: an 's' rotated 90 degrees anticlockwise, with the top part of the letter curling in on itself to form a circle. the shorthand of this character is written more loosely, so the character does not form a full circle. it also remarks that it is similar to an arcleomen letter. uh/u: similar to the letter 'g', with an extra curl at the base. the shorthand of this character is the letter 'g.' oi: the number 9 with a laterally clipped c intersecting its stem. schwa: a dash, or a dot. the text next to it remarks that sometimes it is written with a circle on top of a dash for easier recognition. ih/i: the number 3, stretched with a loop in the center, with a circle attached to its right side. text at the base of the column notes that there is no c or r in the script.

the second column has the consonants of the script. from top to bottom, the corresponding consonant, and then the relevant symbols are: l: a slightly curved line, bowing out to the right, intersecting the top of a circle. the shorthand for this character is a very stretched out number 3, with the top section straightened out. p: a c intersected by a laterally flipped number 9, tilted slightly to the right. sometimes this character is written so the 9 intersects a straight line. next to this row is a note that adding a dot to this character alters it so it produces the b sound. n: similar to a slanted capital J, with the stem poking out the top of the letter. a note next to it remarks that some may abbreviate the character to having the curved stem only and replacing the horizontal line with a dot next to it. a note below that indicates that adding a dot to this character alters it so it produces the m sound. ch: lower case d and c pressed together. an alternate way to write this is a loosened lower case d, more akin to a spiral, with a circle pressed into its side. t: a widened c with a circle set into the hollow of the letter. a stylistic way to write this character is to put a circle inside of a larger circle. k: three quarters of a circle, cut open at the top left, intersecting the middle of a circle. a stylistic way to write this character is to draw two interlocked circles, one on top of the other. f: one line comprised of two sections. the lower part of the character curls, then strikes up. the upper part curls in on itself, swirling around to form a circle. it is not always connected into a full circle. next to this character is a note that indicates adding a dot to this character alters it so it produces the v sound, though it is more like a harsh f. s/z: a laterally flipped c intersecting with the number 6 at its zenith. the shorthand for this character is the number 6, with a tick intersecting its stem. below it is a note that adding a dot to this character alters it, making it a stressed sound, similar to the z sound.d: a c intersected by a circle at the base of the letter. a note next to it remarks that it is similar to the character for t h: a tilde, stretched and pulled slightly upwards on the left. sometimes the character is rotated 90 degrees, so it is a vertical line with two curves at each end. g: two lines, somewhat similar in appearance to the number 6 flipped sideways and elongated with a tick through its stem. the base of the character has an extra protrusion connecting to the loop of the 6, similar to the character for ai/i. a note next to the character notes that some may abbreviate it to a spiral, slanted to the right, with a dot next to it. j: a curly w. a note next to the character notes that some may write it as a regular w from the english script. w: similar to a cane, with an uptick at the top end of the line. alternatively, the character may be written like the lower case c, with an uptick at the top end of the line. y: an upside down u, with the left stem attached to a circle. the shorthand for this character is similar to a curly number 2, stretched and leaning to the left. th: a laterally flipped capital S, with the end of the line attached to a circle. a note next to it remarks that it is a blend of t and h. sh: a laterally flipped capital S, with the curved part attached to the zenith of the lower case c. the c has a circle attached to the lower end of the line. alternatively, the character may be written so the c and the circle are joined on the same line, forming a slanted spiral. it is somewhat similar to a mixture of s/z and h. r: a capital S superimposed on top of a circle. the shorthand for this character connects the circle and the S, so the character is written with one unbroken line, appearing like a mix between the capital letter S and a curly number 3.

the third column is a test column, where i try out the script on the names of some of my characters. from top to bottom, the names used are Aulen, Lyzi, Teoda (phoneticized as Tayoda), Solice/Solise (phoneticized as Solis), Ghost (phoneticized as Gost), Hornet (phoneticized as Honet), Orchid (phoneticized as Okid), Glimmer (phoneticized as Glime(r)), and Lheki (phoneticized as Leki). all names have a small circle to the lower right of the name; Aulen's name, at the top of the column, has a note pointing to it that indicates that the circle is used to denote importance. with the exception of Glimmer and Lheki's names, all names have a cursive counterpart underneath them, which is an interlinked and slightly messier version of the name. Ghost's name has a disjointed, rougher looking version underneath it, using some of the shorthand versions of the symbols. end image description]

oh yeah that was really fun to transcribe, if you were wondering /hj good god thats the longest id ive ever written and i hope it makes sense

adventures in conlang-ing?? i Guess?? because thats something i do now???? i actually need to add the r back into the hallownestian alphabet because i realized a few somewhat cursed things would happen if i Didnt have the r phoneme, but im not going to get into that. as it stands now its pretty comprehensive, and its pretty. bite me. askjdfghkjs

i always knew that whatever script i would use for hallownest would be very curly and circle based, because thats how i think hallownest works? also i know hallowscript exists, and i respect the hallowscript team immensely, but that alphabet is Not practical for writing purposes, for several reasons. and it wasnt round enough, so i made my own.

i also knew from the start that i wanted hallownestian to be more phonetics based? so thats whats going on with column one with the vowel sounds. because english! is bullshit! dont know if youve noticed! /s i actually looked up english phonemes and the most commonly used sound and shit so hopefully its at least somewhat realistic. again, i dont have a background in linguistics and i have no idea what im doing, but i am really good at spending way too much time and effort doing shit like this, so theres probably some basis.

so with the exception of the r character, whatever thats going to look like (and when i get that done ill probably update this post), here. hallownestian script, mostly au specific, but general use works too. fucking tada.

i keep making more work for myself.

edit: r has been added. whee

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hey you any canon compliant angst no happy ending recs

Hey Lovely!

Ah, you’re an evil one, aren’t ya, LOL LOL!! Hee hee! No worries! I’ve had this one waiting for literal years, finally going to use this post as an excuse to post it up! Enjoy(?)! LOL <3

UNHAPPY or AMBIGUOUS ENDINGS

See also:

Major Character Death / Heavy Angst

Major Character Death / Heavy Angst Pt 2

One Lives, One Dies

John’s Suicide Before TEH

Dies After the Fall and Becomes a Ghost

John Has Cancer

I don't mind by beltainefaerie (G, 221 w., 1 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, Stag Night, 221B, Post-TRF, Angst, Longing) – Sherlock is more vulnerable than he pretends. Part 4 of Bel's Tumblr Ficlets

Pervasive Quietness by LittleLongHairedOutlaw (T, 545 w., 1 Ch. ||  Angst, Friendship, Pining Sherlock, First-Person Sherlock POV) – The hollowness left in Baker Street seeps into everything.

Human Error by YakuzaDog (G, 571 w., 1 Ch. || HLV Missing Scene, Angst) – Sherlock goes on a brief shopping trip.

The Hollow Man by HHarris (G, 639 w., 1 Ch. || John’s Chair, Introspection, Sherlock’s Big Feelings™, Post TRF, Angst, Emotional Turmoil, POV Sherlock, Pining / Sad Sherlock) – Still reeling from the apparent loss of his one and only friend, Sherlock returns to 221B for the first time after the events of The Reichenbach Fall.

Five Seconds by xXLadyLovelaceXx (K+, 658 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Introspection, TGG Pool Scene) – In the half-second before Sherlock shoots the jacket, John notices something.

Promise of Sussex by LittleLongHairedOutlaw (T, 705 w., 1 Ch. || First Person POV Sherlock, Sherlock Whump, Angst, Pining, Ambiguous Ending) – John tries to keep Sherlock conscious after he's been shot on a case.

Message Not Sent by Queerasil (K, 762 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, One-Sided Texting, Pining Sherlock) - Sherlock texts John after the fall and during the hiatus. The messages are sent, but never received. Sequel to WORDLOCKED, TSTM, and Wait, How Do You Play This Game Again?

John Will Never Know by bloodsoakedleather (E, 775 w., 1 Ch. || Fantasy John, Masturbation, PIning Sherlock, Sexual Fantasy, Rimming, Cock Sucking, John’s Red Pants, Pants Sniffing, Coming in Pants, Mild Kink) – Sherlock indulges in a spot of self gratification with the aid of a stolen pair of red pants. Part 2 of Johnlock Porny Ficlets

Words Were Never Useful by Jenn1984 (K+, 819 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt Comfort, John Whump, Friendship, Ambiguous Ending) - ALLEY BEHIND THE BOOKSTORE, JOHN STABBED. HELP NOW. SH

The Other Shoe by thewaitwasworthitlove - (NR, 1,053 w., 1 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, Angst, URT, Post-TSo3) - Sherlock realizes how deep in love he has fallen for John. Only Sherlock Holmes would manage to be more shattered than crystal dropped on concrete.

The Signs of Loss by LitLocked (NR, 1,103 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TSo3, Pining Sherlock, Self Reflection) – Sherlock's internal monologue after he comes back from the wedding.

Velvet by headlessjess (G, 1,155 w., 1 Ch. || TSo3 Fic, Pining, Angst, Jealous Sherlock, Loneliness, Sad Fic, Friendship, Bi-Curiousity, Dancing) – It's the day, the wedding day - John and Mary, getting married. And then there's Sherlock, in pain and in love, without knowing how to deal with it.

Imminent by LoyalPaddler (K+, 1,187 w., 1 Ch. || Kidnapping, Open Ending) – What did it say about a person if he recognized the feeling of waking up concussed, blindfolded, and handcuffed to a chair? Probably not good, that.

The Simple Separation Will Not Come Between Us by The Circus (T, 1,278 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, MCD, Violence, Heavy Angst, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Prose) – The choice is simple. Real, and No John. Or Not Real, and John. For a prompt that says 'John dies and Sherlock loses himself in his Mind Palace’

Hold On by Jennistar1 (T, 1,300 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Post-TRF, Hiatus, Friendship) –  Alternative ending to Reichenbach Falls - John knew all along.

The Talons of Sentiment by dearcst (G, 1,463 w., 1 Ch. || First Person POV, Angst, Unrequited Love, Pining Sherlock) – I promised myself long ago I wouldn’t succumb to something so degrading, something so vicious. I promised I wouldn’t let myself fall. But that was before him. That was before I met John. In sleep there is such bliss and peace, and as John slept on my shoulder, it killed me inside to know I was so close yet I could never touch him.

Love and Bombs by Spark_Writer (T, 1,696 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, POV Sherlock First Person, Post-HLV, Pining Sherlock) – Love and bombs aren’t all that different, John. In the end, they’re almost indistinguishable. Part 3 of Human Error

BBCSH 'Poor Mary' by tigersilver (M, 1,839 w., 1 Ch. || HLV Fic, Canon Compliant, Sherlock Whump / Mary Shot Sherlock, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Missing Scene, Sherlock POV) – As the tin says above, this is a missing scene, set directly after Sherlock awakens in hospital after having been shot by his best mate's wife. Minor angst, some pining, nothing nasty; please don't be alarmed unduly.

Dying Changes Everything by whitchry9 (K+, 1,919 w., 1 Ch || Sherlock POV, Suicidal Ideation, Near-Death, Hospital, Sherlock Whump, Gunshot, Unhappy/Ambiguous Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship) – Sherlock is having an existential crisis and wants to have a near death experience like John did to gain some perspective. “Shoot me John!” he insisted, gesturing to himself. John just looked at him. “Are you completely mad?”

Love Hurts by Grac3 (T, 2,215 w., 1 Ch. || Magical Realism, Pining Sherlock, One-Sided Pining / URT, Sherlock / John Whump, Angst, Ambiguous Ending) – In a world where someone's physical injuries manifest themselves on the person who is in love with them, John didn't think that there would ever be anyone who was willing to risk falling in love with him - until he got shot on a case, and it didn't hurt. Unrequited Johnlock.

glimpses through a closing window by radialarch (T, 2,430 w., 1 Ch.  || Hiatus / Post TRF, Vlogging, Pining Sherlock, Angst, BG John/Mary) – John starts a domestic vlog. Sherlock watches it on stolen phones, over flickering wi-fi, and aches.

It's After That Hurts by jonnyluvssherlock (T, 2,791 w., 1 Ch. || City of Angels AU || Fantasy, Fallen Angel Sherlock, Soldier John, Pining Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, Permanently Incomplete Fic) – Sherlock's an angel stuck as a guardian to danger addict John Watson. Everything is fine until he gets too involved. Now he has to make the choice, eternity alone or one life time with a man who may or may not love him.

You Paid Me Well In Memories by Ballykissangel - (K+, 3,149 w., 1 Ch. || Heavy Angst, Hurt, Comfort, Grief) – ��It's Sherlock's birthday and John is not doing well. No matter how hard he's tried to keep on living, he knows he is going to give up soon and he isn't going to make it. Today is his last and only chance to visit Sherlock's grave to talk and give him his gifts: His dog tags, a book full of notes and memories and the meaning of love as Sherlock watches on in grief.

Out of Time by westernredcedar (T, 3,163 w., 1 Ch. || Wedding, Angst, Pining John, Sad Ending) – Somerset is a lovely place for a wedding, but what John hadn't accounted for was the getting everyone there.

fulfilling for other people by missselene (E, 3,957 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Oblivious John, Pining Sherlock, Unhappy Fic, Unrequited Love Confession, Virgin Sherlock) – When Sherlock decides to act on John’s advice regarding romantic entanglements, the results are far from what John expected. Part 1 of fulfilling for other people

Sink Like a Stone by pennydreadful (T, 4,348 w., 1 Ch. || Angst / Dark, Cuddling/Snuggling) – After defeating Moriarty at the pool, life isn't quite the same around 221B Baker Street...it's more peaceful. And stranger.

The Dance Lesson by bittergreens (G, 4,596 w., 1 Ch. || TSo3 Missing Scene, Dancing, Pining Sherlock, URT/UST, Romance, Angst, POV John) – Sherlock teaches John to dip. Part 1 of Goodnight, Vienna

Anticlockwise (Ask Time) by TheBookshelfDweller (G, 3,752 w., 1 Ch. || Metaphorical, Angst, Time, Unhappy Ending) – "Let me tell you the truth: Sherlock Holmes cannot beat Time." Time only flows in one direction, and we are stranded in it, carried by currents we mostly never notice are whirling around us. No one can walk backwards along the timeline, and maybe that’s for the best, because what if someone could? Where would they go? Or, better say, to when would they go? Most importantly who would they leave behind (or is it ahead)? In the end, despite the truth, Sherlock Holmes decides to fight Time, for John, for himself - for himself with John.

On the Steadfast Approach of an Oncoming Darkness by 2bee (T, 7,772 w., 1 Ch. || Apocalypse, Minor Character Death, Sort of Parentlock) – The world is ending. Not fast, but slowly, like falling asleep with a fever.

In The End by whitchry9 (K+, 9,677 w., 17 Ch. || Memento Fusion || Amnesia, Growing Old, Hurt / Comfort, Friendship, Heavy Angst) – When a brain injury leaves Sherlock unable to make new memories, John wonders how Sherlock will cope, and what it will mean for The Work and their life. Because after all, how can you live if you can't feel time passing?

All the Times Something ALMOST Happened by allonsys_girl (T, 9,049 w., 6 Ch. || POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Canon Compliant, Angst, Friendship/Love, UST) – John and Sherlock dancing around what they dance around in canon.

The Haunting of 221B Baker Street by earlgreytea68 (M, 10,388 w., 2 Ch. || Post TRF, Halloween / Ghosts, Pining Sherlock, Ghost Sherlock, Stroppy Sherlock, Sherlock POV, First Kiss/Time, Angry Sex, Ghost Sex, Love Confessions, Open / Ambiguous Ending) – In which Sherlock Holmes is a ghost.

The Five Stages of Mourning, Plus One by SunnyRea (T, 10,557 w., 1 Ch. || Major Character Death, Pining / Grieving Sherlock, URT, Heavy Angst, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Drug Use, Graphic Death, Depression, Unhappy Ending) – Sherlock did not want this, did not want another stalemate with John in the middle, a gun in Jim's hand. This cannot have happened without a sign. There has to be something he missed anything which said today is the day I kill for real.

There's So Much Labour Just in Breathing Lately by Susan (E, 12,708 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF / Mentions of S3 Events, Romance, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Grieving John, Mutual Pining, Meddling Mycroft, Therapy, Ambiguous Hopeful Ending, Infidelity) – The dreams he hated most – the ones that left him a sweating, shaking mess when he woke – were the ones in which Sherlock was just Sherlock. Laughing or drinking tea. Sitting across the table from him at Angelo’s eating pasta. Trailing his open hand behind him on the way to the bedroom. “C’mon, John. I’m about to have my way with you.”

we have never seen a greater day than this by Lediona (T, 36,420 w., 7 Ch. || A Royal Night Out AU || WWII / VE Day, Prince Sherlock, Soldier John, Alternating POV, First Kiss, Bittersweet Ending, Homophobia, Dancing) – Peace. At long last. It’s VE Day and Prince William desires to join the celebrations. It is a night of excitement, danger and the first flutters of romance.

Impossible to Feign by achray (M, 49,204 w., 12 Ch. || TRF Rewrite / Reverse Reichenbach, Suicidal Ideations / Discussions, Drug Use/Abuse, Mutual Pining, Friends With Benefits, John Accepts his Sexuality, Anxious Sherlock, Meddling Mycroft, Depression, Hallucinations, Secret Agent John, BAMF John, Reunion, Make-Up Sex, Ambiguous Ending) – Sherlock leant forward, his long fingers curving round to grip John’s.“I won’t let him win,” he said, eyes hard. “I will do whatever it takes to get you out.”

The Hollow Woman by ScopesMonkey (M, 51,335 w., 22 Ch. || Post-TRF, Major Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Friendship, Family, Angst, Crime, Reunion, First Kiss / Time, Nightmares, Doctor John, Jealous Sherlock, Jealous John, BAMF John, Angry John, Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Villain Mary, Open Ending) – Forced to return to London sooner than expected, Sherlock falls into a case too close to home. Part 1 of the Hollowverse series

The Gilded Cage by BeautifulFiction (E, 326,887 w., 31 Ch. || Omegaverse || Omega Sherlock / Alpha John, Friends to Lovers, Dub Con, Reproductive Rights) – In a world where Omegas are the property of the elite Alphas, locked away and treasured by those wealthy enough to buy them, John never questioned his flatmate's secondary gender. Sherlock Holmes was an Alpha through-and through. Wasn't he? A chance discovery turns the world on its head, and John is left grappling to come to terms with Sherlock's past as events conspire to threaten their future.

[winters-cursed-king]

When The Lights All Went Out- Chap 2

Fandom: The Aurora Cycle 

Summary: Psych ward au ft. Asking for help is hard and Tyler sometimes needs to back off a bit 

TWs: Anorexia/general eating disorder thoughts 

Chapter 1 || Read On AO3 

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Breakfast was the worst part of the day.

Not just because Fin was still groggy, and his back and chest were always in burning pain. Not even because he barely had enough time between wakeup and breakfast to fit his exosuit on properly and sometimes he just wouldn’t be able to move a finger.

Or a leg.

And then he’d trip up and people would laugh.

Or if the universe particularly hated him, they’d offer help and pity. Staring down at him with those big sympathy filled eyes. Eyes that said oh you poor baby let me help you.

No. The worst torture inflicted was that people watched him eat. He knew they noticed that he only had an apple- albeit an apple that he’d cut into so many tiny chunks that it filled the entire plate.

And it wasn’t like he hadn’t known what he was signing up for.

Though, really, he hadn’t signed up for anything. All it had taken was a few too many hospital trips and people stopped trusting him.

A few too many hospital trips and he’d wound up at the Legion.

And it wasn’t fair. People starved themselves more than he did all the time and they weren’t monitored because they had otherwise healthy bodies. And Fin just had to put on a grin and act like it was all fine.

He took a deep breath and cut the apple into smaller pieces. He was supposed to look like he wanted to heal, at least.

Nevermind that he was well past giving a fuck.

A piece of toast fell onto Fin’s plate, accompanied by a tanned hand and a very Tyler-like whistle.

If Fin had to deal with Tyler’s pretentious bullshit this morning, he was going to lose it.

“The fuck man?” Fin laughed. “If you needed a second plate all you had to do was ask.”

Tyler didn’t laugh along, which meant Fin didn’t get to see his ridiculously cute dimples, or the soft way his eyes lit up.

He did get to see, however, the drawn line of Tyler’s mouth that reminded Fin far too much of hospital nurses.

“You need to eat,” Tyler said stiffly.

Not happening.

Fin could barely even look at the food on his plate without feeling sick. Without having a wash of nausea tumble through his head and claws scratching at his stomach.

And the thought of eating it had his hands shaking and his knee bobbing up and down. All his hard work for nothing. He couldn’t eat. He couldn’t.

Digging his fingernails into his thigh, maybe just hard enough to feel for bones, he forced an easy smile.

“The only thing I need to eat,” Fin raised his eyebrows at the others. “Is ass.”

Scarlett’s little choked out giggle made it worth it.

Her plate had four pieces of toast and several strawberries on it. But she was still so skinny.

Fin wasn’t sure how he felt about that.

“That’s not true,” Tyler glared through a mouthful of mushrooms. “If you don’t eat, I’ll have no choice but to go tell someone.”

The new chick, Auri, was staring at her own plate awkwardly. She had sufficiently more food than Fin, but she hadn’t touched any of it yet. And Fin was certain the strawberries on Zila’s plate had once been on Auri’s.

But maybe Auri had just felt bad. Maybe she hadn’t known that Zila couldn’t eat unless the food could be split into seven equal portions. Maybe she hadn’t realised Zila couldn’t look at her food unless she’d circled her fork around 5 times clockwise and three times anticlockwise.

Tyler. Fin was supposed to be replying to Tyler.

“You wouldn’t,” Fin said quietly, letting all humour drop.

“Try me.”

The only thing preventing Fin from entering a glaring match with Tyler was the loud scrape of Kal pushing his plate away. He was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over that toned chest and perfect features tugged into a snarl.

And honestly? Watching two hot guys glare at each other sort of made up for the whole ordeal.

Sort of.

Fin painted the best smile he could. “I’ll let you two get a room.”

With another smile at Scarlett, and an almost-glare from Cat, Fin pushed himself up from the table.

His tray weighed heavy in his hands and he could feel eyes on him. Eyes on the food he was carrying.

It was too much to even be seen with, let alone be seen eating.

He pulled up a seat at the most hidden, empty table he could find. The eyes were still on his back and where the food brushed against his hands. But he had a much better chance of hiding what he wasn’t eating.

Finally he was alone again. And he wasn’t sure if the relief of not having to eat quite outweighed the clawing numbness in his chest.

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Angst Fic Rec!

read at your own risk. actually, there’s no major character death or i’m not sure. but still, check trigger warnings first to be sure. also, some are really freaking depressing but some have happy endings. and be sure to read lots of fluff after! 

1. i curse you my heart (for loving you from the start) - orphan_account pairing: vmin summary: Jimin sits down on his bed and starts to read through his notebooks, reading every message Kim Taehyung ever sent to him. or Jimin is cursed. And he falls in love with Kim Taehyung. note: probably  the fic that stuck with me the most. i kept thinking about it. and this hurts me still.

2. time goes anticlockwise - astringxnt pairing: vmin summary:  see, the thing about soulmates is that you’re going to have more than one, and every one of them is going to have an expiry date. note: the quote at the end just had to break me.

3. Only Fools Fall For You -  honeymoons pairing: vmin/jikook summary: Love is a sickness; that's why only fools fall in love.Too bad Jimin is a fool. (But good thing Taehyung is there to pick him back up.) note: oh you know, hanahaki aus.

4. ring the changes - kaythebest  pairing: vmin/jihope summary: That's the nature of one-sided confessions. Things change. note: the angst part is like 7/8′s but great read 

5. fireflies - kaythebest pairing: vmin summary:  When Jimin is six, his brother catches a fairy in a jar. note: hopeful. and really fluffy actually.

6. a l’ouest - orphan_account (nonheather) pairing: vmin summary:  jimin's eyes never leave taehyung even when he's a far distance away, obscured by the dark night and jeongguk puffs out a cloud of smoke before asking what it's like to be in love alone. note: really fucking sad.

7. wonder - wordcouture pairing: kookmin summary:  "You see, one loves the sunset when one is so sad." -- Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince note: i have never read a fic that broke my heart like this. not even my main otp, but fucking hell the tears i shed were unbelievable. and like how sorry the author for writing it, i’m really sorry for recommending it too. but i don’t know if you really want to cry then just go? and read it?

[wine-anon]

Watch the Time - Eventual!Racetrack Higgins x Reader - Time Travel AU

Author’s Note: Race mentions his mum in the musical and I thought that it’d be cute for him to have something from her (stay tuned). This may be multiple parts too, so tell me what you think. 

Requested: No

Warnings: swearing

You wished you’d never found it. That stupid watch made and then promptly ruined your whole life. You didn’t think of it at the time, but in hindsight, you should have listened to the lady in the market. Maybe if you did, your heart wouldn’t be so broken now.

You’d gone to a regular Saturday morning market downtown from your home. It was a plethora of wonders and antiques, old pieces of jewellery, furniture and clocks. You’d been walking down one of the side streets of the market a place where you were more likely to find hidden treasures. You came across an old woman, she sat in a small canvas chair behind a table of antique jewellery and sipped on what you hoped was a cup of tea but the intense smell of it told you it was far less child friendly. You were about to walk on to the next stall when a person shoved past you, between the stall and your body, they pushed a hand onto the table and continued to walk. You were about to shout at them for being so rude but by the time you’d collected your self, they were gone. Their tall, blonde frame was nearly at the other end of the alley and then they were gone.

You shook it off and went to leave to the next stall when a watch caught your eye, a beautifully aged pocket watch, you couldn’t tear your eyes from it. You could have sworn it wasn’t there before, surely you’d have seen something so distracting earlier? Something about the watch pulled you towards its antique gold look, it seemed to whisper to you. A soft lullaby entranced you as you reached toward it. However, a withered hand grabbed the watch before you could. The old lady held the watch to her chest, an odd sparkle in her greying eyes.

“Careful, child, that’s not an antique to be played with,” the grin on her face convinced you that she was probably very drunk on whatever liquor was in her cup, “this old watch has special abilities. It could give you what you want, or it could ruin you.”

“I don’t mean to be rude ma’am, but I’m sure it’s just an old pocket watch,” your skepticism was not taking lightly. A frown etched itself onto the woman’s wrinkled face.

“Heed my words, child. The power inside this watch is far greater than you could imagine, if you are not careful the time will run out and you’ll be trapped forever with no way to return,” her words made you shiver, it felt like a cloud had settled over you and you held your breath. She suddenly grabbed your wrist and stretched out your palm, “this is yours now, walk with caution and follow your heart.” 

“I-what?” you were confused as she turned away from you. You stared at the watch in your hands, the cool metal against your fingers and the chain slipping between your thumb and finger. You looked up to find the old woman and her wares gone. All that remained was the table and chair, sitting idly in the crowded alleyway, “that was weird.”

After deciding that that was enough excitement for a Saturday morning, you head home. The watch placed gently in your jacket pocket and gripped tightly in your hand. Boxes were piled outside of the door down the hall from your apartment, you assumed someone had finally bought the place but didn’t plan on sticking around to meet them. That was too much interaction for one day, that old lady really burned you out. You unlocked your door and had just entered your apartment when the elevator at the end of the hall opened. You closed the door before whoever it was could see you but by the loud noise emanating from the hall, it was a group of boys, with very heavy New York accents.

You threw your keys in to the bowl next to the door, hung your jacket on the hook and shuffled off your shoes. The watch still in your grip as you walked towards your living room. You placed it on the coffee table and stared at it for a moment before shaking your head. Moving to the kitchen, you flicked on your kettle so you could make a cup of tea. You sighed as you waited for the water to boil, you thought about that damn watch again. The lady had said that if it ran out you’d be trapped there. But where the fuck was there? You thought she was definitely drunk. Though that weird feeling you got really freaked you out, maybe it was because you were just uncomfortable. The kettle whistling broke your train of thought and you made your tea before returning to the living room. 

You sat on the couch and stared at the watch whilst you sipped your tea. Maybe it was just some weird prank or dig on young people? You picked it up and examined it closer. It’s golden casing was chipped and weathered, it looked at least 50 years old, give or take a few years. An intricate pattern wrapped its way across the back and front of the watch. The carving looked almost like wind and sand intertwining as two dancers might manoeuvre their way around each other. Twisting and turning in perfect harmony. You brushed your thumb up to the top of the watch, gently hovering over the button. You took a deep breath and pressed it.

The front of the watch flipped open and the affliction you felt was incredible. The watch face was a bland white, with black hands. The numbers were staggered around the face of the watch, a few were out of place by just a smidge and it drove you crazy. Filled with disappointment you shut the watch and turned on your TV, some strange Saturday morning cartoon playing. You fiddled with the turning part of the watch, spinning it anticlockwise. It took less than five minutes for your eyes to grow heavy and for sleep to consume you. Just as you drifted off you accidentally flicked the watch open again.

A golden glow began to emanate from the watch face and they drifted into the air. The golden dust twisted around your body and in a bright flash your apartment was empty of people like it’d been less than an hour earlier.

“I swear, Jack, she was just layin’ there in the freezin’ cold. Albert and I knew we’s had ta’ get her of the street. Who knows what coulda happened.”

“So, you’re telling me you two picked up some weirdly girl off the streets and took her to a house full of young people, mainly boys?”

“What? No, we ain’t tellin’ ya’ that, Davey. We’re telling Jack.”

“Maybe you shoulda taken her to the hospital or even to Katherine’s. Either place is better than here, Romeo.”

The voices went back and forth, soon breaking into full chaos as more voices joined in. They’re accents were really strong New York ones, you reckoned that maybe some old-timey gangster movie was now playing on the TV. Some weird daytime movie that they played when most people were too busy to be watching TV. You’d obviously slept for ages for there to be a movie on now. Your hand twitched, no longer feeling the watch in your hand that you’d fallen asleep holding, you thought you must have dropped it some point when you moved. Now that your mind was becoming more self aware of your surroundings, you noticed that the couch you thought you fell asleep on was now considerably harder than before. You moved your hand to find that you were on what felt like a thin mattress. That made you shoot upward into a sitting position. As it turned out, you were sitting on a bunk bed, the bottom bunk at that, and effectively knocked yourself out, again.

“Well, that ain’t somethin’ ya’ see everyday,” was the last thing you heard before blackness took you.

The next time you came to you were in a far more comfortable bed. Not only were you covered in a blanket this time, but it was considerably warmer. When you finished revelling in the feeling of the warmth that surrounded you, you realised that wherever you were, it certainly wasn’t your bed. Nor your apartment. 

You shot up into a sitting position, this time you thankfully didn’t hit your head on any metal bunk beds. You took in your surroundings, red plush quilts covered your jean-clad legs, a small fireplace sat roaring in the far corner, and a desk with a typewriter in the middle of it sat a few metres away from the large bed you were currently sat on. You were incredibly confused, where the hell were you?

Suddenly, the cream door to your right opened and a girl of about eighteen entered holding a tray with a bowl, cloth and a glass of water upon it. Honestly, you felt as though you could have been more scared but you felt quite relaxed.

“Oh, you’re awake,” the girl smiled at you, “you’ve got quite a nasty bruise on your forehead. The boys said you hit your head pretty hard on one of their bunks,” you brushed your head, wincing as you felt the bruise she had talked about. 

“I-who are you? Where am I?” you took in her clothing and the room around you, your face paled more, “when am I?”

“What do you mean, when are you?” it was now the girl’s turn to be confused, “it’s 1899,” if you weren’t so high on adrenalin then you probably would have fainted but you held yourself together.

“1899?! But, I was just in my apartment a few hours ago! Is this a trick? It’s 2017,” the girl stared at you bewildered.

“Are you saying you lived in 2017? In the future?” the look on her face told you she wasn’t playing a trick on you. You had fucking time travelled.

—-

End Part 1

I think I will make this a series, it’ll be way too long if I don’t. Let me know what you think! Remember that requests are open.

[vieapuff]

Puppy and kitty cuties

[rather-impertinent]

The Girl Next Door: Chapter 1

A/N: Hello friends! Here is my newest Carolight AU, as promised. This is just an introduction, I pinky promise it gets better, I’ve kind of wrote this AU backwards tbh hahaha! It will also feature lots of other familar characters and pairings down the line, so stay tuned! I hope you like it xo

It had been fifteen long hours since Doctor Dwight Enys had seen the exterior of his flat building. He welcomed the sight of the somewhat overly-aggressive modern building with the familiar fondness of home. He began the usual dissection of his large collection of keys as he searched for the one that unlocks the outside door to apartment Block C. He really needed to colour code these damn keys. Honestly, one would think he were a janitor or a soccer mom with too many hobbies as opposed to a single surgeon, who ironically held no particular talents where tidiness and cleanliness were concerned, nor did he have any children to speak of.

Once the damn door had finally been unlocked, he groaned as he opened it into the warm building, thinking of the three flights of stairs he would have to now climb to get to his bed. But that would spur him on: the thought of his bed. His lovely, cosy double bed; his dearest friend; his one true companion in this life. Dwight had also just this morning remembered to wash his bedsheets, and so luxurious, fresh comfort awaited him just a mere sixty steps away. Rejuvenated by his thoughts of rest, Dwight made for the stairway. He climbed the first one, smiling, the thought of peace and quiet appealing to exhausted mind when-

Thump, thump, thump.

He stopped short on the fourth step and sighed. So, the Hunters have fallen out again, he thought. He really did not have time for this. It was after ten in the evening and he had stitched so many wounds back together that his fingers physically ached. If either one of the sweet, yet clearly drug fuelled, middle aged couple tried to drag him into whatever ridiculous argument they were having, he would just have to jump headfirst out of the nearest window and die. He took the next few steps two at a time, holding his breath as he got to the second landing, anticipating either Joan or Robert Hunter standing in the small, carpeted space, shouting profanities and very nearly kicking their door in. He was amazed to find it empty until he realised, to his horror, that the banging was coming from above him: his landing. He took the next few steps three at a time and was met by the silhouette of a woman he had never seen before.

She had not noticed his presence and continued to bang incessantly and shout for someone named Horace. Normally, Dwight was not one to intervene in the lives of his neighbours, except to help with the odd shopping bag or carrying a pram down the stairs, but the young woman seemed so genuinely distressed that he felt it would bother his conscience if he just silently slipped into his own flat.

He tapped her shoulder gently and she started, almost comically so. “Um, hi, are you okay?”

The woman turned to face Dwight and, despite the long black trails of mascara down her face, she was very beautiful. Ridiculously so. She sniffed fiercely, “No, I – I went to go to the shop a while ago and I realised I had left my keys inside,” Dwight closed his eyes briefly in sympathy: the doors locked automatically when closed – a usually useful modern feature of the building, “it’s been a long day,” she tried to explain, “but the thing is, my darling Horace is now stuck inside!” She began to cry softly again.

Dwight stared at her, trying to wrack his brains as to how to help the poor woman. “Ok. It’s alright.” Even he winced at his pitiful attempt to comfort her. Jesus, you twat it’s clearly not alright. He knew that they would probably have to call the fire station or the police soon if they couldn’t figure out a way in, which would no doubt be mortifying for the young mother standing in front of him. “Is there anyone I can call for you?” He hoped she wouldn’t take this to mean he was copping out of assisting her, he just felt that if he had accidentally left his child in his flat, he would appreciate some familiar company.

The woman shook her head slowly and tried the door handle again, as if it would magically unlock itself.

He chewed his lip as he watched her fruitless attempts to move the stubborn door. Think, Enys, think. You’re a fucking surgeon. Use your brain. He made a slight eureka sound as he fully took in her form. He pointed at her hair bun and snapped his fingers, an idea forming in his head. “Your hair!” She looked at him with a quizzical expression and smoothed her hair slightly – worried it was a mess. Dwight chuckled mutely, “No, I mean, do you have any hairpins?”

“Oh,” she said, blinking. “Yes. Why?” She continued to stare blankly at him, not fully understanding his meaning.

“I think I can help you out, can you give me two of them?”

She nodded quickly at the handsome stranger and pulled all the pins out of her blonde hair, which then tumbled down her back like a golden waterfall. She offered him the small cluster of pins and he chose two from the pile, quickly biting off the small circular ends. The blonde nymph was about to protest at the destruction of her property before he straightened the black pins and began to pick at the lock. She simply gawped at him, wondering what the fuck he was doing and if she had somehow moved in next to James Bond. She didn’t see how it could even be possible for James Bond to unlock a door with only two small hair grips.

After a minute, he sighed in frustration and squinted his gaze at the light above them in landing, as if scolding it for not being bright enough.

The young woman quickly fished out her phone from the pocket of her dark jeans and wordlessly shined the torch feature at the lock, so he could see better. He offered her a small smile in thanks before trying again – this time with a new pin. She eyed him with keen interest. “You don’t seem like the type of guy who would know how to pick a lock,” she commented, her blue eyes curious. How could a guy who looks like he volunteers at an old folks’ home for fun know how to break into someone’s house?

The corners of his lips tilted upwards as he continued to pry at metal slit. “A good friend of mine had a dodgy phase while at uni and he taught me how – only for emergencies, like this, of course.”

“Oh.” Is all she can say.

Dwight curses and encourages the pins as he pushes anticlockwise on them with all his might.

Click.

“Yes!” He exhaled, and before the breath had fully left his body, the woman had shoved past him and bolted into the flat. Dwight stood in the doorway and decided to take a couple of steps inside to ensure the woman was alright. She stood with her back to him, staring out of the window at the city lights in the distance, soothing a bundle of blankets. Dwight smiled and was just about to leave as she turned around, her bright blue eyes wide with appreciation and relief. Dwight’s breath caught in his throat and he felt a strange desire to laugh.

“Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!”

He stared at her, dumbstruck, wondering if he was being Punk’d or something. Did they even still make that tv show? He blinked at the sight before him several times before he found his voice, “Horace... is... your dog?” She was still sniffing slightly, but looked at him as though he were the dumbest person in the world. “Yes, of course,” she told him, as though it were a detail she had already mentioned, and even if she hadn’t, that it should have been completely obvious.

They continued their awkward, confused stare off until the young woman looked at the beige pug in unmistakable alarm. “Oh, God. He’s breathing weird. Something’s wrong!” Fresh tears began to well in her eyes again.

Dwight had a good mind to leave, he had worked a fourteen-hour shift today and would repeat the torture in about ten hours’ time. Why was he wasting his time on some blonde ditz, who – judging by the lavishly decorated flat – could very well afford to pay a private vet for his or her services? Still, the expression on her face was one of such genuine distress and desperation, he felt like he would be failing in his duty as a doctor, as well as human being, to leave her by herself. “Let me see him,” he instructed in his best professional voice, stretching out his arms.

Her brows creased above her cloudy eyes and she held the dog even tighter to her chest. “What?”

His famed patience was growing thin. “I’m a doctor,” he explained, “and an aunt of mine used to have a pug, it had a lot of breathing problems, too. I might be able to help.”

The young woman took a seat on the sofa, with the pug firmly in her lap, and tapped the space next to her, encouraging Dwight to sit down. He did so, and then gently took the pug from her arms and placed it on his own lap. Despite its laboured breathing, it managed a decent growl in Dwight’s direction, which caused the woman beside him to chuckle. She watched with concern as Dwight poked and prodded the small creature.

He met her worried gaze and inhaled slowly. “His pulse is steady, and he doesn’t have a fever. But he’s had a fit, which are common in pugs,” he adds hastily as the woman sitting opposite him looks fit to burst into tears again.

She stroked the animal soothingly, obviously very fond of it. “Is there anything I can do?” Her tone was somewhat timid yet assuredly determined.

Dwight bit the inside of his cheek in hesitation before replying, anticipating a verbal or literal thrashing, “Yes. He is – uh – he’s too fat,” he stated plainly, and almost laughs when the girl gasped and covered the pug’s ears from the harsh truth of the matter, “but it can be easily remedied: take him for frequent walks, feed him less rich food, that sort of thing.”

She narrowed her eyes at Dwight and he winced almost imperceivably, but she then began to nod slowly. “Well, I suppose you are a doctor,” she conceded, watching him very closely, “and so I should listen to you.” Dwight did not know why but for some reason he felt like she was mocking him.

“He’ll be much less prone to fits if he loses some weight, it helped my aunt’s pug.” Dwight nodded politely and rose to leave, seeking the warm comfort of his bed at last.

She watched him go, somewhat annoyed that her first conversation of the day was coming to an end. “Did it, really?” She smiled as the doctor stopped in his tracks. “What was your aunt’s pug called?”

He turned back around to face the woman and Horace. “It did,” he confirmed. He chuckled then, fond childhood memories coming back to him. “My aunt Jane’s pug was called Doug. Doug the pug, you could never guess she’s a poet, eh?”

The siren laughed at his joke and smiled widely, her musical laughter ringing in his ears. He found himself unable to resist joining in, too. Once their laughter had faded and only an almost tense atmosphere remained, he coughed awkwardly, stood up to leave and walked several paces towards the door before stopping in his tracks once again, a thought occurring to him. “Your shopping. Or lack, thereof. Do you need to borrow anything? Like some milk or something?”

She shook her head and continued to stroke the pug on her lap. “No, it’s OK, thank you. I think after that experience I’d sooner have a shot of alcohol than of a cup of tea!”

“Now, that, I can definitely understand.” With a final smile, he turned his back and reached for the door handle.

“Wait!” she demanded in a light tone. His hand paused on the rectangular metal grip and he glanced at her over his shoulder, an expectant expression on his face. She pursed her lips, smirking slightly. “What is your name?”

[patchworkideas]

5. Potions (FiKi, Gen, Hogwarts AU, happens one year after this)

“Stir three times clockwise, add the newt eyes, five times anticlockwise...”

Kili was mumbling the steps under his breath, desperate to not mess up, to prove that he could do it right when he didn’t have a bat hanging over his shoulder spouting vitriol. Kili wasn’t stupid, and he needed Potions for his future. Enjoyed them even! It was really only his house that got him in trouble all the time.

That and his big mouth.

He cursed the fact that he had been sorted in Gryffindor once again - not that the hat wasn’t right in it’s assessment, but still! - and cursed out loud when he lost count. Was he at four or five? No time to consider, he squinted at the color and smoothly pulled out the ladle, not wanting to risk another turn.

Kili was good at Potions, no thanks to Snape.

Fili, mercifully ignored as a Hufflepuff, had tutored him from the first year up, starting that horrible first class, when Kili had been so looking forward to learning Potions, only to find that the knowledge he already possessed from brewing with Fili during school breaks cost him points instead of gaining them.

It wasn’t fair.

But this was his last year. The only one he had to survive without Fili’s tutoring, and Kili was ready.

He had put in the work, the whole year through, all but alienating his housemates with his sudden increase in studying. He had taken Fili’s warning and advice seriously. And he would ace this exam, like he had aced the others, and finally, finally see Fili again after a year of nothing but letters from all over the world.

Fili was coming home, and Kili would greet him, would hug him close and not let go.

This last grade he still needed would secure their planned future, living and traveling together, where no one could see or speak against them.

They would be free, and they would be together and it would be glorious.

The potion merrily bubbled, changed to the exactly right shade, and got him an impressed nod.

Kili grinned, a wide, wild thing.

He was ready for his future.

And Fili was ready for him.

-

1. Escape room game

2. Argument

3. Ice-Cream

4. First date - everything goes wrong

5. "Is that an owl?"

6. He was more expressive than others noticed

7. Glitter

8. Impossible odds

9. Playing games

10. Spanking (kink)

11. Dads

12. “Polka dots? Really?”

13. Flying

14. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

15. Body language

[jinmini]

ah im sorry i wanted to rec something you havent read yet :( i think its the least i can do since you always rec such wonderful fics. im also sad minfairy quit writing bc theyre my fav & their non au fics are the best.. speaking of, i was gonna ask for more non au fics but i literally asked 2 days ago but i'll try to find something you havent read yet and rec you :^) you don't have to answer this ask now btw! thanks again for being so sweet

adshdsh its okay anon you dont have to do that but thank you thats so sweet of you :))) yes im also sad that they quit their writing is one of my favs and sadjhdhs yes ofc i have been reading lots of vmin lately (by lots i mean LOTS LOTS) so you can count on me anytime tbh :) so okay bare with me:

summer, winter, spring (i’m falling for you) by kaythebest

The Incident (and all that came after) by taetae_s

But If You Close Your Eyes by sammyinnerdglasses

you know I can take it more by stoplight

just to get a taste by vastlyunknown

trust that particular flavor by pettey

kiss from a rope by retrodrop

time goes anticlockwise by astringxnt

[montpahrnah]

I really need some gritty, filthy r/s smut. Halp?

anon! you’re in luck because i’m so frustrated by what i’m writing atm that i binge-read a ton of r/s porn the other night!! that said, as much as everyone (myself incuded obv) loves pwp, the things that tend to hit me the hardest are sex scenes which are part of longer works–at least like 95% of the appeal for me is the extreme emotional jackhammering following a torrent of angst. i tried to rec a good mix of things, ranging from pleasant rugburn to nuclear meltdown of the heart body and soul etc–these are all phenomenal and i hope they work for you, dude

Obscure Science by librae (my favorite of librae’s porn; as an aside i’d rec anything librae ever wrote)

The Problem with Eggnog by xylodemon (v sweet)

Like Honey or Blood by fluorescentgrey (when i die i want my ashes scattered on this fic, i aspire to this level of blistering emotional sex)

dumbstruck by lupinely (closet blowjobs)

I See A Darkness by sodomquake (spans multiple eras, but primarily second war)

Pair by sodomquake (hogwarts-era, for when you’ve just finished i see a darkness and want to pretend recovery is possible)

Hot as an Oven by musesfool (post-azkaban, sex on the kitchen table)

The Maddest House series by busaikko (grim raising harry AU)

Spy vs Spy by busaikko (overwhelming in every sense)

Source Codes series by fluorescentgrey (the remus-goes-to-azkaban AU i think about 200 times a day)

Clockwise by switchknife (morning sex)

your skin like a whole almond by musesfool (gorgeous)

Oh, Night and Divine by imochan (murderous)

Slackened Ties by anniesj (a fandom classique that i finally read last week)

Horoscopes and how they caused the plague of frogs by woldy (incredible, inspirational etc)

You Can Teach An Old Dog New Tricks by veeagainst (sirius lives AU; remains the only r/s modern AU i’ve ever liked, which is high praise)

Gold and Silver Days by busaikko (grimmauld place, v funny)

Under A Blue Moon by BeesKnees (AU where remus is raised as greyback’s)

The Elemental Trilogy by krabapple (sirius comes back from the (un)dead)

A Thing of Dark Imaginings by wildestranger (mean)

The Science of a Tilting Axis by setissma (melancholy first war fic)

Anticlockwise by cjmarlowe (hogwarts-era/lie low at lupin’s contrasted via sex; criminally underrated imo)

[sweetjaegerlove]

by AMRV_5

"I will throw you off this ship, Lieutenant Commander. I will do it, I will do it immediately, this instant, in front of the entire Kvrioen diplomatic party, to establish dominance. I am forming a list of pros and cons as we speak. Unfortunately,” Pentecost lets out a static-filled sigh, “the Kvrioen Grand Ambassador has specifically requested that we bring a science advisor to the negotiating table. Which means, for the time being, I am not allowed to pick you up by your ankles, spin you 540 degrees anticlockwise, and frisbee you into the Kvrioen sun like a professional discus thrower at the peak of his career. But rest assured, I will be imagining it. Repeatedly. Vividly." ---------------------------------- Lieutenant Commander Geiszler, Head Science Officer aboard the starship Danger, contracts a violent case of foot-in-mouth disease, breaks several thousand credits worth of lab equipment, jeopardizes a political alliance, has great sex, corrupts an AI, makes a scientific breakthrough, and accidentally starts an android uprising. Not necessarily in that order. All in all, he's had weirder Tuesdays.

Words: 3366, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Pacific Rim (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Newton Geiszler, Hermann Gottlieb, Stacker Pentecost, Mako Mori, Raleigh Becket, Tendo Choi

Relationships: Newton Geiszler/Hermann Gottlieb

Additional Tags: Hey folks, its the Star Trek AU that nobody asked for and im intent on providing, it's got, Science, Aliens, Androids, AI, Heuristic problem solving, shape shifting, amoebas, Excessive destruction of labware, Sex? Yeah we got that too, Also Newt wears the Star Trek miniskirt because, It's My AU and I Make the Rules, nothing too bad in here right now but, this will get explicit at least once in later chapters, Tags will be updated as the story progresses

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