#fic bidding

[something-nunholy]

Kind of obsessed with the fact that the EAH writers made both Snow White and the Evil Queen 'Live Laugh Love' wine moms, except they made Snow a 'Mommy has had a little wine' that becomes mean after a glass type of wine mom and they made the Evil Queen divorced crying over a framed picture of the child she never gets to see sad mom. Honestly, really iconic!

[evilkitten3]

one pet peeve of mine in founders-era fanfics is when madara's whole,,,, everything is solved by izuna just being there

like maybe this is just me, but i don't think izuna surviving or even coming around to the idea of a truce with the senju would've been enough to keep madara from the path he ended up on.

izuna wasn't the reason he left - he was definitely part of madara's issues, but he wasn't the why. even if izuna had stuck around, and even if that had been enough to keep the uchiha clan from losing their faith in madara, i think he would've still come to realize konoha wasn't what he'd hoped it would be.

best case scenario, i think izuna's survival might've caused madara to stick around a bit longer, but i don't think it would've lasted. honestly, even then, that might've just made the inevitable break-up between madara and hashirama even more agonizing (particularly for izuna)

it's a fun idea to play around with for sure, but frankly i don't think canon!madara could've ever been 'saved' from that path. certainly not if the hidden village system ended up getting set up in the same way.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

Hmmm thinking about witch!oc and sly yeonjun who convinces her into making him her familiar then working secretly to sabotage her spells and potions in a way to get her dependent on him and ultimately tricks her into bounding them together so she can't escape him

[witchofthesouls]

Hey, what if there was a bot that was infamous among the Decepticons; not because they’re absolutely dangerous or nightmare-level killer, but because of their absolute horniness in neutral territory?

There are dedicated spaces where Autobots and Decepticons will… look the other way to blow off steam, so bot!Reader with their cohort gets beyond shitfaced where their inner party goblin overtakes their self-preservation as it salivates over the massive horde of goodies on the Dare Table. 

The winner takes all in the most extreme action within the night. Evidence must be submitted. There’s a Judge, it’s always the same mech that’s immune to all forms of bribery, and that mech has the same look of fascinated horror whenever Reader’s encrypted proof rolls in. There is nothing this bot won’t do for the jackpot. And the poor Judge manages to get through the entire war, so they’re a witness to the true depths Reader had delved into.

The people they had fucked includes, but not limited to:

The Command Trine

The Constructions

A couple of the Warriors Elite

A few members of the Decepticon Justice Division

Soundwave’s cassettes

A Wrecker orgy

Prowl

A few Spec Ops

Even aliens during a dlplomacy for a temporary landing or alliance that extended into soft agreements that were pushed and heavily campaigned by the diplomats.

Vidi, vici, veni… You saw, you conquered, you came.

Now with the end of the war, you’re trying to get into a civilian life and figure out what to do when your numerous unknown comm lines in your directory completely flood your HUD…

With work offers and marriage proposals. What the hell!?

[shih-coulda-had-it]

old dog (re)learning new tricks? @thisauthorisscreaming

“I’m shy around you sometimes. If you felt as much as I do towards you,” he muttered, “you’d have a hard time pulling this kind of shit, too.” And that was the bitch of it, he added mentally. Everything was on the line now: every move was life and death. Nana pulled her hand away—his stomach dropped—only to lace their fingers together in a more comfortable way. “You’re not going to scare me off by showing me you care about me, jet-head. Believe it or not,” she joked, “that’s the exact opposite of what will happen.”

[thus-it-is-proclaimed]

Nrmt have invaded my mind.

I can’t listen to songs without imagining animations and I CANT ANIMATE YET I FUNNO HOW PLEASE LEAVE ME BE SPIRITS!!!!! I AM HAUNTED BY THE MELODIES!!!!

PLEASE 🙏🙏

[giurochedadomani]

“Mmm— That’s nice”, Shanks whispers in Mihawk’s ear, encouraging as the swordsman finds a rhythm grinding against him. Hands slowly tracing his legs settle loosely around the other’s waist. He thinks about the duel, and about their knives, and wonders why not knowing how to do a thing is such an unmatched horror for the other. “How did it go down?”, he asks, adding a quiet “your little dream” when Mihawk frowns. 

The swordsman opens his mouth, and for a moment Shanks thinks that he’s going to actually share details— that he’s going to get him to dirty talk, the serious bastard— but then he huffs, hands freezing on Shanks’ shoulders. Well, then. 

It’s the thing with Mihawk, this whole— putting himself in a position that invites Shanks to step in, but never actually telling him when and how to do so, and then getting mad, as if Shanks is supposed to magically know. Not for the first time he wonders if it’s some sort of test, if the other wants to make sure that he’s a worthy companion, and although he usually likes the challenge, it’s the root cause more often than not of his headaches. 

Shanks kisses his cheek to avoid Mihawk noticing the bit of frustration growing on him, and then continues down the other’s neck, leisurely, focusing on a point over his collarbone that makes him hiss, and then whimper when Shanks starts sucking on it. Trying to picture Mihawk’s reaction if he does leave a hickey, automatically he makes a mental note to pay attention to which places would be best (more visible) to leave one, taking in account Mihawk’s open coat. 

Their encounter on the beach comes to his thoughts, and he licks his hand and sneaks it between them, giggling when Mihawk’s indignant squeak (that judgy look that says nasty) breaks into a moan when he wraps it around their cocks. 

“Shanks”, Mihawk warns, curving against him as he loses the remnants of his composure in the face of Shanks’ relentless attack. Little whines pull out of him against his will. With his face flush, eyes closed, as he grinds against Shanks’ grip on them, he’s the hottest sight the captain has ever laid his eyes upon. 

“Come on, sweetheart, tell me. You can tell me”, he insists, attacking as well the other side of Mihawk’s neck, his hands a vice grip around the other’s back. 

“Shanks”, the swordsman warns again, a bit more desperate. He wonders whether he’s about to make him come then and there, heart beating excitedly at the prospect. “I— Nnnn— You were— You used— your tongue on me”. 

Oh?

[raina-at]

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[spiritsong]

day twenty-four: blood magic

#Veilguard30 by @pavus · writing prompt

wordcount: 4.3k lavellan and solas agree to try blood magic just the once.

The sound of the village — the music slipping out from the Singing Maiden, the clanging and clashing of swords and shields, the simple chatter of daily life — began to fade as they walked deeper into the wilderness of Haven.

When all that was left was the sound of their muffled footsteps and their breathing, coupled with the cracking of branches falling from the weight of snow and the scurrying of small creatures, they continued further still. 

They needed privacy. Sylathe could imagine little worse than being happened upon by the villagers, or by Inquisition soldiers, or worst of all, Cassandra Pentaghast.

Privately, she wondered at Solas’s willingness to go along with this at all. From what little she knew of him, he seemed a level-headed and cautious man — someone who carefully weighed the consequences of all possibilities. 

When one of those possibilities was the Seeker chancing upon the Elvhen apostates secretly practicing blood magic in the woods… well. 

continue on ao3.

[flower-blossoms654]

A mask was a sacred thing for a demon. As the sole shield to the core behind their middle eye, their one true weakness, it must be strong enough to never shatter, to never crack. To trust one with the making of such a thing meant to place your life in their hands. It is to say "protect me" - to place a dagger in their hands and direct them over your very lifeline.

This demon knew. He knew and that's why he decided to taunt her this way, digging his claws into her back and pushing her down into the dirt. It's why he ripped that same mask from her face and threatened to crush it into pieces far above where she could reach, a looming dread as he watched her struggle like a worm on the ground.

A deep set of laughter huffed from his chest, "And they regard us to be the same species? You look like a writhing insect more than anything else. A mindless beast. You've probably consumed more of your own kind than humans at this point! How pathetic."

He had taken her mask from her. The last mask her Mama had made her before she fed herself to them.

Soft lullabies. Red dyed cloth. Oaky tea. Warmth and long nights, with stories told from the shadows cast by long spiny limbs.

Her Mama.

It had been so long since she had last eaten anything. Her limbs were still struggling to regenerate after the last time she had fed her siblings. Her stomach was screaming. An ache spread through her body and she couldn't tell if it was rage or hunger or both.

Eat. Eat. CONSUME.

Eurya had only eaten one demon in her 57 years of life.

Her mother was the first. He was the second.

[gacha-every]

HOW DO YA'LL DOWNLOAD SONIC PRIME SEASON 3 EPISODES?!?!

Reason? Uhh MAINLY THEM—

I WANNA EDIT 'EM SO BAD ToT

[doubleappled]

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[sequencefairy]

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[gladumfdoodles]

Hello everyone!!

do you like the life series and/or hermitcraft? do you also want to support a good cause?

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this year, I am participating in Fandom Trumps Hate, an organization dedicated to helping out people in need. each year, hundreds of creators come together and set up 1-3 auctions per user that correspond with charities. I personally have two auctions for fanfiction on my profile :]

for more details about the auction and FTH in general, please see their FAQ

if you're interested in receiving a gladumf fic, written from YOUR prompts, here is the link to my auctions! the highest bidder on my auctions will be able to work closely with me and receive a fic made specifically for them!

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I hope to see some of you bidding in March!!

[bumblebeeappletree]

So while I’m not a big fan of how Ace joined the Whitebeard Pirates, this idea is a wayyyyy more comedic take and how Ace either joins the Whitebeard Pirates or becomes allies with them (depending on who wants to direct it).

During Ace’s assassination days Garp manages to find them. It goes as you expect, Ace fears when he learns Garp is making his way over, the Whitebeard Pirates are understandable to his fear because well… it’s Garp. Then comes the shock that they know each other. And then comes the “shitty old man!” “Call me Gramps!” Which floors everyone. And then, and then, Ace, in a moment of blinded rebellion, calls Whitebeard “Gramps”. And well, I’m sure you can imagine how it would go after that.